a trusted soldier.

ASSOCIATED W/ THE SHOSTAKOV FAMILY. ///John Walker MOB!AU; MDNI

[capo-agent]

inactive asf

WATCH OUT FOR SHOSTAKOV'S DOG, HE BITES.

mob!au john walker. strictly 18+. nsfw themes present. semi-lit & semi-selective. ocs, crossovers, & canons welcomed.

penned by @nuketownsys-writings

ooc under the cut

au info

heavily associated with @the-reddest-ledger 's au, with this John being a hired guard who's slowly upped ranks to be where he is today. A 'friend' of the family, if you will.

mod info

sup B) u guys can call us nuke or whatever, we don't really care fr. bodily in our twenties and usually use he/they. cursed with a fulltime job. asks, random starters, replying to our own open rps, and dms to plot a bit more in detail, and asking to rp in dms/discord are all more than welcome.

also probably not a concern but we're MARRIED, I'm writing porn with u purely platonically and I MEAN IT GUYS

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#[ rareoffday ] - shitposts

[anyzstuff]

Careful, now.

[soularsss]

The thunderbolts but they get forced to do one of those calendar photoshoots

[capo-agent]

How much do you owe Shostakov? Seems like you’ve given enough blowies to pay it off by now.

I don't think the blowjobs actually count as payment, y'know. Let's just say it's far too much fuckin' money.

[capo-agent]

Night has fallen, the only light in the Shostakov house coming from the soft lamps that litter the hallways and rooms. Alexei stands in the foyer, slipping his arm through his coat and pulling on a pair of thin black leather gloves. It's unclear right off the bat where he's headed, but he at least makes sure to pocket his case for his cigars.

"I need you to stay here, Собачка." He says to John, sparing him a small glance. He knows his personal guard won't be happy to hear that he's being made to stay home.

- @the-reddest-ledger

John Walker stood stiffly in the doorway of the foyer, leaned against the frame. He took his job of guarding very seriously, blue eyes flicking toward the entrance of the house- as if enemies were going to burst through the door at any moment. He would be ready to protect, no matter the cost.

His Boss looking as if he was getting ready to go out snapped the blonde out of his unnecessary anticipation, eyebrows furrowing as he noticed the gloves. John bit his cheek to silence a sigh, immediately assuming that he'd be going out with Alexei. The man only had a moment to wonder if he'd ever get to sleep, before his boss spoke of something perhaps more concerning.

Suddenly, needing to sleep felt unimportant.

"Wh.. But, sir." The guard tried his best to keep his voice even, taking a step toward Shostakov. "That's dangerous, I should come with you."

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei's eyes settle on John, and he sighs, knowing this was going to be a little difficult. "I cannot take you with me." He doesn't elaborate further.

"You can feed Sezja while I am gone." The pup in question perks her head up when her name is said, having been sleeping at the bottom of the stairs.

"And then take some rest, Собачка, I promise will be fine." He then chuckles. "Remember, there was time before I had you to protect me."

[capo-agent]

"That's bullshit!.." Walker burst out, before shrinking a bit, clearing his throat. "..sir." John tried to collect himself, a tight frown lining his lips. "I can feed Sezja now, and then join you. If you're harmed while I'm not there, I'll definitely get mauled by your daughters." He gently argued, looking worried for his Boss. Whatever his daughters did with the guard wasn't actually the man's concern, of course, but it was the less embarrassing reasoning.

John slowly began to pace, his nerves buzzing with a need to protect Alexei, much to his own displeasure. He hated feeling permanently indebted as much as the next guy, but his place within the Shostakov family felt.. right. He was a soldier, a loyal unrelenting force. So, why not bring that with him?

"Rest'll be useless, y'know that." Walker practically huffed, pausing his pacing to look at his Boss. There was a steely look on his face, silent for a moment, despite his panicked brain. "I can't just let you leave without protection, times are surely different now, yeah? Why else would you hire a guard?" In the back of his mind, John knew that he was probably pushing a limit- questioning boss's authority was never a good decision, but the man was determined to go with him.

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei should be more angry that John seems so confident to talk back to him, but all he can feel is a slight amount of pride that his mutt is so attached to his hip.

"I have killed people for less." He starts, giving John a look that says he's done with the funny business. "Have put people in graves for giving me far less of an attitude than you are giving me." He opens a locked case on the wall, looking over his small collection of weapons he keeps on hand right by the door. Of course, he has others, but they stay in the basement for times when they are really needed. He takes a pistol, which he stores under his jacket on his waist, and then a shiv, which he straps the sheath to under his sleeve on his wrist.

He sighs, before taking slow steps to stand directly in front of John. "Sit down. On your knees." He waits until John does as he's demanded, before he speaks again. "I question you." He says, voice hardening as he takes John firmly by the chin.

"Do you think I am weak, little mutt?"

[capo-agent]

Sure, John could talk big, he could do that for hours at a time with confidence- but the moment Alexei shot that look at the guard, the blonde could feel himself regret talking back. His mouth snapped shut, and as his Boss spoke in a dangerous tone, Walker swallowed dryly, his adam's apple bobbing. Maybe his nerves had been getting the better of him.. or maybe, Shostakov was simply being overconfident.

Blue eyes were fixated on the weaponry that the other equipped, thinking that the pistol was going to be aimed right at the guard's head for a split second. John exhaled in relief out of his nose as Alexei shoved the item under his coat instead. Maybe the man was in the clear, maybe Walker showed enough reliance to be brought along-

The guard's shoulders tensed as Alexei made his way toward him, all thoughts shattered as he now held eye contact with his Boss. His legs worked on their own, much to the annoyance of Walker, feeling his face heat up as he practically fell to his knees. His eyebrows were furrowed, loathing seeming so pathetic. Even if his heart thumped rapidly as rough hands snatched his chin.

"No, sir, you're not weak." John finally spoke, forcing his voice to stay strong. "I just want to keep you safe." His hands stayed at his sides, balled up into fists. Get ahold of yourself! Walker hissed to himself mentally, a confusing mix of emotions swirling in his gut.

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei can see the regret on John’s face, but he still has a point to make. His hand tightens its grip, his thumb teasing past John’s lips and pressing into his mouth, forcing those pretty pink lips to close around it, holding his thumb in the boy’s mouth.

“Need I remind you the debt you owe to this family?” While yes, Alexei does consider John an honorary member of the Shostakov family, he would never say that to John’s face. His boot finds its way to John’s crotch, and he puts light pressure down on it, forcing John to sit his ass back on his heels. “You are just little puppy. Little mutt.”

Alexei puts a bit more pressure. “When I tell you to sit? You sit. Bark? You bark. Fetch? You fetch.” He keeps John’s face held firmly, not giving John the chance to tear his eyes away from Alexei’s steely blue ones.

“And when I tell you to stay? You stay, and you do not move. Am I understood?”

[capo-agent]

What little semblance of dignity Walker had was thrown out the window as Alexei's thumb sat firmly against his tongue. His brain felt as if it was short-circuiting, barely able to form a cohesive thought. In the back of his brain, there was surely outcry to stand his ground, but the guard certainly couldn't hear it from his spot on the floor. John wasn't able to look away, not when Shostakov was his entire view.

As his Boss asked his question, the blonde simply shook his head, ears a shade of crimson at this point. This treatment was embarrassing, yes, but he was undeniably obedient after a couple stern words. A trait that tended to get himself into a different kind of 'trouble'.

As an ounce of friction was applied to the growing bulge in his pants, Walker inhaled sharply, forcing his hips not to buck up to meet the shoe. He was surely better than that.. right?

But as the shoe heavied against him, John found his hips slowly moving against the pressure, that small but of logic he still had practically sighed in his ear. Not that Walker was paying attention to that bit of his unmoving brain, Shostakov's words feeling a lot like gospel- even if the guard didn't exactly agree with all of them.

"Y.. Yes, I understand, Boss." The man managed to choke out, his voice trembling a bit. "I'll.. stay here."

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei can feel the roll of John's hips pushing his crotch against Alexei's boot, and he can't help the smirk that teases at his lips. Walker knows who is boss, and that's the most important part.

"Good boy." He finally praises, pulling his thumb from the other's mouth and setting his boot back on the ground. "Now, stay. Stay right here." He points to the floor where John is sitting. "And do not move until I return, understood?"

Alexei doesn't wait for an answer before he walks into the mudroom, filling a bowl with food for his actual dog, leaving it out by the stairs for her to eat. "I have no other task for you. Stay." He says firmly.

And that's the punishment. John, on his knees by the door, going to be stuck there for who knows how long. It'll be a damn miracle if he doesn't make a mess of himself while Alexei is gone.

And he is gone now. He heads out the door, letting it shut and lock behind him as the sound of his driver's car peeling out of the driveway is heard moments later.

[capo-agent]

At the release of that pressure, that thumb against his tongue, John tried his best to not seem disappointed- despite his throbbing problem. But he stayed still, his eyes still captured by blue hues. Praise made his chest warm with pride, mind still fogged with a desire to please.

As Alexei left his spot in front of John, however, he slowly began to regain his sanity. His head swiveled into the front room, a frown lining his lips. He stayed like he was supposed to, but his worry was still ever-present.

"But.." Walker began, only to trail off, not willing to defy Alexei another time. He had to be a good dog, had to stay on his spot on the ground. "..Stay safe, Boss." The guard managed to get out before the door closed, leaving John alone with his thoughts.

And his hardened problem. The guard cursed, looking around the surrounding halls via leaning, no one there.. Hm. Maybe he should deal with this while the rest of the family was busy.

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei doesn’t return for what feels like days, but is really about nine hours.

During that time, Sezja had brought John a couple snacks from the kitchen to tide him over, and even Yelena and Natasha who freely come and go gave John some pitying looks when he appeared uncomfortable from sitting on his knees.

Alexei steps in through the door, not even acknowledging John at first. He just takes his dirty boots off and hangs his coat on the rack by the door. He looks untouched, not hurt at all, so it’s a wonder where he’s been for nine hours.

He deposits his weapons back in the case, before he draws his attention to a black box of sorts. One that almost looks like a gift box. Maybe for Yelena? He does seem to often bring things home for her.

[capo-agent]

The guard had decided to go against his original idea, not because he had much shame at this point, but because John didn't want to make a mess on the ground below him. Sure, it was uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons- the first hour or so trailing on forever as Walker forced his hips to stay still- but as time ticked by, his erection subsided. A sense of relief washed over the man, glad it went away before anybody spotted him.

The rest of the time was spent staring at the wall in front of him, eyes only ripping away when Sezja occasionally offered the knelt man some food- or when the Shostakov sisters walked into the foyer, John trying to not seem embarrassed by his predicament. He didn't speak to either of them, didn't want to be taunted by venomous tongues. Hours passed by, the guard almost able to doze off in this position.. if it weren't for the pins and needles sensation in his legs.

As the front door swung open, his Boss entering into the mudroom, John perked up. He'd certainly begun slumping during the nine hours, but his posture went ridged- relieved blue eyes staring curiously at Alexei. His thoughts went in a million different directions, seeing that the man didn't have as much as a scratch on him. Was he visiting someone? Should Walker be worried?

Spotting the box, John tried to guess the content inside. Shostakov had probably been out to find one of his daughters some expensive jewelry- stealing it in the process, knowing Alexei. "Welcome back, Boss." The man greeted professionally, as if John Walker wasn't knelt on the ground from punishment.

[walkeryouignorantslut]

[capo-agent]

Night has fallen, the only light in the Shostakov house coming from the soft lamps that litter the hallways and rooms. Alexei stands in the foyer, slipping his arm through his coat and pulling on a pair of thin black leather gloves. It's unclear right off the bat where he's headed, but he at least makes sure to pocket his case for his cigars.

"I need you to stay here, Собачка." He says to John, sparing him a small glance. He knows his personal guard won't be happy to hear that he's being made to stay home.

- @the-reddest-ledger

John Walker stood stiffly in the doorway of the foyer, leaned against the frame. He took his job of guarding very seriously, blue eyes flicking toward the entrance of the house- as if enemies were going to burst through the door at any moment. He would be ready to protect, no matter the cost.

His Boss looking as if he was getting ready to go out snapped the blonde out of his unnecessary anticipation, eyebrows furrowing as he noticed the gloves. John bit his cheek to silence a sigh, immediately assuming that he'd be going out with Alexei. The man only had a moment to wonder if he'd ever get to sleep, before his boss spoke of something perhaps more concerning.

Suddenly, needing to sleep felt unimportant.

"Wh.. But, sir." The guard tried his best to keep his voice even, taking a step toward Shostakov. "That's dangerous, I should come with you."

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei's eyes settle on John, and he sighs, knowing this was going to be a little difficult. "I cannot take you with me." He doesn't elaborate further.

"You can feed Sezja while I am gone." The pup in question perks her head up when her name is said, having been sleeping at the bottom of the stairs.

"And then take some rest, Собачка, I promise will be fine." He then chuckles. "Remember, there was time before I had you to protect me."

[capo-agent]

"That's bullshit!.." Walker burst out, before shrinking a bit, clearing his throat. "..sir." John tried to collect himself, a tight frown lining his lips. "I can feed Sezja now, and then join you. If you're harmed while I'm not there, I'll definitely get mauled by your daughters." He gently argued, looking worried for his Boss. Whatever his daughters did with the guard wasn't actually the man's concern, of course, but it was the less embarrassing reasoning.

John slowly began to pace, his nerves buzzing with a need to protect Alexei, much to his own displeasure. He hated feeling permanently indebted as much as the next guy, but his place within the Shostakov family felt.. right. He was a soldier, a loyal unrelenting force. So, why not bring that with him?

"Rest'll be useless, y'know that." Walker practically huffed, pausing his pacing to look at his Boss. There was a steely look on his face, silent for a moment, despite his panicked brain. "I can't just let you leave without protection, times are surely different now, yeah? Why else would you hire a guard?" In the back of his mind, John knew that he was probably pushing a limit- questioning boss's authority was never a good decision, but the man was determined to go with him.

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei should be more angry that John seems so confident to talk back to him, but all he can feel is a slight amount of pride that his mutt is so attached to his hip.

"I have killed people for less." He starts, giving John a look that says he's done with the funny business. "Have put people in graves for giving me far less of an attitude than you are giving me." He opens a locked case on the wall, looking over his small collection of weapons he keeps on hand right by the door. Of course, he has others, but they stay in the basement for times when they are really needed. He takes a pistol, which he stores under his jacket on his waist, and then a shiv, which he straps the sheath to under his sleeve on his wrist.

He sighs, before taking slow steps to stand directly in front of John. "Sit down. On your knees." He waits until John does as he's demanded, before he speaks again. "I question you." He says, voice hardening as he takes John firmly by the chin.

"Do you think I am weak, little mutt?"

[capo-agent]

Sure, John could talk big, he could do that for hours at a time with confidence- but the moment Alexei shot that look at the guard, the blonde could feel himself regret talking back. His mouth snapped shut, and as his Boss spoke in a dangerous tone, Walker swallowed dryly, his adam's apple bobbing. Maybe his nerves had been getting the better of him.. or maybe, Shostakov was simply being overconfident.

Blue eyes were fixated on the weaponry that the other equipped, thinking that the pistol was going to be aimed right at the guard's head for a split second. John exhaled in relief out of his nose as Alexei shoved the item under his coat instead. Maybe the man was in the clear, maybe Walker showed enough reliance to be brought along-

The guard's shoulders tensed as Alexei made his way toward him, all thoughts shattered as he now held eye contact with his Boss. His legs worked on their own, much to the annoyance of Walker, feeling his face heat up as he practically fell to his knees. His eyebrows were furrowed, loathing seeming so pathetic. Even if his heart thumped rapidly as rough hands snatched his chin.

"No, sir, you're not weak." John finally spoke, forcing his voice to stay strong. "I just want to keep you safe." His hands stayed at his sides, balled up into fists. Get ahold of yourself! Walker hissed to himself mentally, a confusing mix of emotions swirling in his gut.

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei can see the regret on John’s face, but he still has a point to make. His hand tightens its grip, his thumb teasing past John’s lips and pressing into his mouth, forcing those pretty pink lips to close around it, holding his thumb in the boy’s mouth.

“Need I remind you the debt you owe to this family?” While yes, Alexei does consider John an honorary member of the Shostakov family, he would never say that to John’s face. His boot finds its way to John’s crotch, and he puts light pressure down on it, forcing John to sit his ass back on his heels. “You are just little puppy. Little mutt.”

Alexei puts a bit more pressure. “When I tell you to sit? You sit. Bark? You bark. Fetch? You fetch.” He keeps John’s face held firmly, not giving John the chance to tear his eyes away from Alexei’s steely blue ones.

“And when I tell you to stay? You stay, and you do not move. Am I understood?”

[capo-agent]

What little semblance of dignity Walker had was thrown out the window as Alexei's thumb sat firmly against his tongue. His brain felt as if it was short-circuiting, barely able to form a cohesive thought. In the back of his brain, there was surely outcry to stand his ground, but the guard certainly couldn't hear it from his spot on the floor. John wasn't able to look away, not when Shostakov was his entire view.

As his Boss asked his question, the blonde simply shook his head, ears a shade of crimson at this point. This treatment was embarrassing, yes, but he was undeniably obedient after a couple stern words. A trait that tended to get himself into a different kind of 'trouble'.

As an ounce of friction was applied to the growing bulge in his pants, Walker inhaled sharply, forcing his hips not to buck up to meet the shoe. He was surely better than that.. right?

But as the shoe heavied against him, John found his hips slowly moving against the pressure, that small but of logic he still had practically sighed in his ear. Not that Walker was paying attention to that bit of his unmoving brain, Shostakov's words feeling a lot like gospel- even if the guard didn't exactly agree with all of them.

"Y.. Yes, I understand, Boss." The man managed to choke out, his voice trembling a bit. "I'll.. stay here."

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei can feel the roll of John's hips pushing his crotch against Alexei's boot, and he can't help the smirk that teases at his lips. Walker knows who is boss, and that's the most important part.

"Good boy." He finally praises, pulling his thumb from the other's mouth and setting his boot back on the ground. "Now, stay. Stay right here." He points to the floor where John is sitting. "And do not move until I return, understood?"

Alexei doesn't wait for an answer before he walks into the mudroom, filling a bowl with food for his actual dog, leaving it out by the stairs for her to eat. "I have no other task for you. Stay." He says firmly.

And that's the punishment. John, on his knees by the door, going to be stuck there for who knows how long. It'll be a damn miracle if he doesn't make a mess of himself while Alexei is gone.

And he is gone now. He heads out the door, letting it shut and lock behind him as the sound of his driver's car peeling out of the driveway is heard moments later.

[capo-agent]

At the release of that pressure, that thumb against his tongue, John tried his best to not seem disappointed- despite his throbbing problem. But he stayed still, his eyes still captured by blue hues. Praise made his chest warm with pride, mind still fogged with a desire to please.

As Alexei left his spot in front of John, however, he slowly began to regain his sanity. His head swiveled into the front room, a frown lining his lips. He stayed like he was supposed to, but his worry was still ever-present.

"But.." Walker began, only to trail off, not willing to defy Alexei another time. He had to be a good dog, had to stay on his spot on the ground. "..Stay safe, Boss." The guard managed to get out before the door closed, leaving John alone with his thoughts.

And his hardened problem. The guard cursed, looking around the surrounding halls via leaning, no one there.. Hm. Maybe he should deal with this while the rest of the family was busy.

[thenewavengersblog]

[capo-agent]

Night has fallen, the only light in the Shostakov house coming from the soft lamps that litter the hallways and rooms. Alexei stands in the foyer, slipping his arm through his coat and pulling on a pair of thin black leather gloves. It's unclear right off the bat where he's headed, but he at least makes sure to pocket his case for his cigars.

"I need you to stay here, Собачка." He says to John, sparing him a small glance. He knows his personal guard won't be happy to hear that he's being made to stay home.

- @the-reddest-ledger

John Walker stood stiffly in the doorway of the foyer, leaned against the frame. He took his job of guarding very seriously, blue eyes flicking toward the entrance of the house- as if enemies were going to burst through the door at any moment. He would be ready to protect, no matter the cost.

His Boss looking as if he was getting ready to go out snapped the blonde out of his unnecessary anticipation, eyebrows furrowing as he noticed the gloves. John bit his cheek to silence a sigh, immediately assuming that he'd be going out with Alexei. The man only had a moment to wonder if he'd ever get to sleep, before his boss spoke of something perhaps more concerning.

Suddenly, needing to sleep felt unimportant.

"Wh.. But, sir." The guard tried his best to keep his voice even, taking a step toward Shostakov. "That's dangerous, I should come with you."

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei's eyes settle on John, and he sighs, knowing this was going to be a little difficult. "I cannot take you with me." He doesn't elaborate further.

"You can feed Sezja while I am gone." The pup in question perks her head up when her name is said, having been sleeping at the bottom of the stairs.

"And then take some rest, Собачка, I promise will be fine." He then chuckles. "Remember, there was time before I had you to protect me."

[capo-agent]

"That's bullshit!.." Walker burst out, before shrinking a bit, clearing his throat. "..sir." John tried to collect himself, a tight frown lining his lips. "I can feed Sezja now, and then join you. If you're harmed while I'm not there, I'll definitely get mauled by your daughters." He gently argued, looking worried for his Boss. Whatever his daughters did with the guard wasn't actually the man's concern, of course, but it was the less embarrassing reasoning.

John slowly began to pace, his nerves buzzing with a need to protect Alexei, much to his own displeasure. He hated feeling permanently indebted as much as the next guy, but his place within the Shostakov family felt.. right. He was a soldier, a loyal unrelenting force. So, why not bring that with him?

"Rest'll be useless, y'know that." Walker practically huffed, pausing his pacing to look at his Boss. There was a steely look on his face, silent for a moment, despite his panicked brain. "I can't just let you leave without protection, times are surely different now, yeah? Why else would you hire a guard?" In the back of his mind, John knew that he was probably pushing a limit- questioning boss's authority was never a good decision, but the man was determined to go with him.

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei should be more angry that John seems so confident to talk back to him, but all he can feel is a slight amount of pride that his mutt is so attached to his hip.

"I have killed people for less." He starts, giving John a look that says he's done with the funny business. "Have put people in graves for giving me far less of an attitude than you are giving me." He opens a locked case on the wall, looking over his small collection of weapons he keeps on hand right by the door. Of course, he has others, but they stay in the basement for times when they are really needed. He takes a pistol, which he stores under his jacket on his waist, and then a shiv, which he straps the sheath to under his sleeve on his wrist.

He sighs, before taking slow steps to stand directly in front of John. "Sit down. On your knees." He waits until John does as he's demanded, before he speaks again. "I question you." He says, voice hardening as he takes John firmly by the chin.

"Do you think I am weak, little mutt?"

[capo-agent]

Sure, John could talk big, he could do that for hours at a time with confidence- but the moment Alexei shot that look at the guard, the blonde could feel himself regret talking back. His mouth snapped shut, and as his Boss spoke in a dangerous tone, Walker swallowed dryly, his adam's apple bobbing. Maybe his nerves had been getting the better of him.. or maybe, Shostakov was simply being overconfident.

Blue eyes were fixated on the weaponry that the other equipped, thinking that the pistol was going to be aimed right at the guard's head for a split second. John exhaled in relief out of his nose as Alexei shoved the item under his coat instead. Maybe the man was in the clear, maybe Walker showed enough reliance to be brought along-

The guard's shoulders tensed as Alexei made his way toward him, all thoughts shattered as he now held eye contact with his Boss. His legs worked on their own, much to the annoyance of Walker, feeling his face heat up as he practically fell to his knees. His eyebrows were furrowed, loathing seeming so pathetic. Even if his heart thumped rapidly as rough hands snatched his chin.

"No, sir, you're not weak." John finally spoke, forcing his voice to stay strong. "I just want to keep you safe." His hands stayed at his sides, balled up into fists. Get ahold of yourself! Walker hissed to himself mentally, a confusing mix of emotions swirling in his gut.

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei can see the regret on John’s face, but he still has a point to make. His hand tightens its grip, his thumb teasing past John’s lips and pressing into his mouth, forcing those pretty pink lips to close around it, holding his thumb in the boy’s mouth.

“Need I remind you the debt you owe to this family?” While yes, Alexei does consider John an honorary member of the Shostakov family, he would never say that to John’s face. His boot finds its way to John’s crotch, and he puts light pressure down on it, forcing John to sit his ass back on his heels. “You are just little puppy. Little mutt.”

Alexei puts a bit more pressure. “When I tell you to sit? You sit. Bark? You bark. Fetch? You fetch.” He keeps John’s face held firmly, not giving John the chance to tear his eyes away from Alexei’s steely blue ones.

“And when I tell you to stay? You stay, and you do not move. Am I understood?”

[capo-agent]

What little semblance of dignity Walker had was thrown out the window as Alexei's thumb sat firmly against his tongue. His brain felt as if it was short-circuiting, barely able to form a cohesive thought. In the back of his brain, there was surely outcry to stand his ground, but the guard certainly couldn't hear it from his spot on the floor. John wasn't able to look away, not when Shostakov was his entire view.

As his Boss asked his question, the blonde simply shook his head, ears a shade of crimson at this point. This treatment was embarrassing, yes, but he was undeniably obedient after a couple stern words. A trait that tended to get himself into a different kind of 'trouble'.

As an ounce of friction was applied to the growing bulge in his pants, Walker inhaled sharply, forcing his hips not to buck up to meet the shoe. He was surely better than that.. right?

But as the shoe heavied against him, John found his hips slowly moving against the pressure, that small but of logic he still had practically sighed in his ear. Not that Walker was paying attention to that bit of his unmoving brain, Shostakov's words feeling a lot like gospel- even if the guard didn't exactly agree with all of them.

"Y.. Yes, I understand, Boss." The man managed to choke out, his voice trembling a bit. "I'll.. stay here."

[swagg1ttarius]

divine intervention where my guardian angel just beats the shit outta me

[capo-agent]

Night has fallen, the only light in the Shostakov house coming from the soft lamps that litter the hallways and rooms. Alexei stands in the foyer, slipping his arm through his coat and pulling on a pair of thin black leather gloves. It's unclear right off the bat where he's headed, but he at least makes sure to pocket his case for his cigars.

"I need you to stay here, Собачка." He says to John, sparing him a small glance. He knows his personal guard won't be happy to hear that he's being made to stay home.

- @the-reddest-ledger

John Walker stood stiffly in the doorway of the foyer, leaned against the frame. He took his job of guarding very seriously, blue eyes flicking toward the entrance of the house- as if enemies were going to burst through the door at any moment. He would be ready to protect, no matter the cost.

His Boss looking as if he was getting ready to go out snapped the blonde out of his unnecessary anticipation, eyebrows furrowing as he noticed the gloves. John bit his cheek to silence a sigh, immediately assuming that he'd be going out with Alexei. The man only had a moment to wonder if he'd ever get to sleep, before his boss spoke of something perhaps more concerning.

Suddenly, needing to sleep felt unimportant.

"Wh.. But, sir." The guard tried his best to keep his voice even, taking a step toward Shostakov. "That's dangerous, I should come with you."

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei's eyes settle on John, and he sighs, knowing this was going to be a little difficult. "I cannot take you with me." He doesn't elaborate further.

"You can feed Sezja while I am gone." The pup in question perks her head up when her name is said, having been sleeping at the bottom of the stairs.

"And then take some rest, Собачка, I promise will be fine." He then chuckles. "Remember, there was time before I had you to protect me."

[capo-agent]

"That's bullshit!.." Walker burst out, before shrinking a bit, clearing his throat. "..sir." John tried to collect himself, a tight frown lining his lips. "I can feed Sezja now, and then join you. If you're harmed while I'm not there, I'll definitely get mauled by your daughters." He gently argued, looking worried for his Boss. Whatever his daughters did with the guard wasn't actually the man's concern, of course, but it was the less embarrassing reasoning.

John slowly began to pace, his nerves buzzing with a need to protect Alexei, much to his own displeasure. He hated feeling permanently indebted as much as the next guy, but his place within the Shostakov family felt.. right. He was a soldier, a loyal unrelenting force. So, why not bring that with him?

"Rest'll be useless, y'know that." Walker practically huffed, pausing his pacing to look at his Boss. There was a steely look on his face, silent for a moment, despite his panicked brain. "I can't just let you leave without protection, times are surely different now, yeah? Why else would you hire a guard?" In the back of his mind, John knew that he was probably pushing a limit- questioning boss's authority was never a good decision, but the man was determined to go with him.

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei should be more angry that John seems so confident to talk back to him, but all he can feel is a slight amount of pride that his mutt is so attached to his hip.

"I have killed people for less." He starts, giving John a look that says he's done with the funny business. "Have put people in graves for giving me far less of an attitude than you are giving me." He opens a locked case on the wall, looking over his small collection of weapons he keeps on hand right by the door. Of course, he has others, but they stay in the basement for times when they are really needed. He takes a pistol, which he stores under his jacket on his waist, and then a shiv, which he straps the sheath to under his sleeve on his wrist.

He sighs, before taking slow steps to stand directly in front of John. "Sit down. On your knees." He waits until John does as he's demanded, before he speaks again. "I question you." He says, voice hardening as he takes John firmly by the chin.

"Do you think I am weak, little mutt?"

[capo-agent]

Sure, John could talk big, he could do that for hours at a time with confidence- but the moment Alexei shot that look at the guard, the blonde could feel himself regret talking back. His mouth snapped shut, and as his Boss spoke in a dangerous tone, Walker swallowed dryly, his adam's apple bobbing. Maybe his nerves had been getting the better of him.. or maybe, Shostakov was simply being overconfident.

Blue eyes were fixated on the weaponry that the other equipped, thinking that the pistol was going to be aimed right at the guard's head for a split second. John exhaled in relief out of his nose as Alexei shoved the item under his coat instead. Maybe the man was in the clear, maybe Walker showed enough reliance to be brought along-

The guard's shoulders tensed as Alexei made his way toward him, all thoughts shattered as he now held eye contact with his Boss. His legs worked on their own, much to the annoyance of Walker, feeling his face heat up as he practically fell to his knees. His eyebrows were furrowed, loathing seeming so pathetic. Even if his heart thumped rapidly as rough hands snatched his chin.

"No, sir, you're not weak." John finally spoke, forcing his voice to stay strong. "I just want to keep you safe." His hands stayed at his sides, balled up into fists. Get ahold of yourself! Walker hissed to himself mentally, a confusing mix of emotions swirling in his gut.

[shysacrifice]

[capo-agent]

Night has fallen, the only light in the Shostakov house coming from the soft lamps that litter the hallways and rooms. Alexei stands in the foyer, slipping his arm through his coat and pulling on a pair of thin black leather gloves. It's unclear right off the bat where he's headed, but he at least makes sure to pocket his case for his cigars.

"I need you to stay here, Собачка." He says to John, sparing him a small glance. He knows his personal guard won't be happy to hear that he's being made to stay home.

- @the-reddest-ledger

John Walker stood stiffly in the doorway of the foyer, leaned against the frame. He took his job of guarding very seriously, blue eyes flicking toward the entrance of the house- as if enemies were going to burst through the door at any moment. He would be ready to protect, no matter the cost.

His Boss looking as if he was getting ready to go out snapped the blonde out of his unnecessary anticipation, eyebrows furrowing as he noticed the gloves. John bit his cheek to silence a sigh, immediately assuming that he'd be going out with Alexei. The man only had a moment to wonder if he'd ever get to sleep, before his boss spoke of something perhaps more concerning.

Suddenly, needing to sleep felt unimportant.

"Wh.. But, sir." The guard tried his best to keep his voice even, taking a step toward Shostakov. "That's dangerous, I should come with you."

[the-reddest-ledger]

Alexei's eyes settle on John, and he sighs, knowing this was going to be a little difficult. "I cannot take you with me." He doesn't elaborate further.

"You can feed Sezja while I am gone." The pup in question perks her head up when her name is said, having been sleeping at the bottom of the stairs.

"And then take some rest, Собачка, I promise will be fine." He then chuckles. "Remember, there was time before I had you to protect me."

[capo-agent]

"That's bullshit!.." Walker burst out, before shrinking a bit, clearing his throat. "..sir." John tried to collect himself, a tight frown lining his lips. "I can feed Sezja now, and then join you. If you're harmed while I'm not there, I'll definitely get mauled by your daughters." He gently argued, looking worried for his Boss. Whatever his daughters did with the guard wasn't actually the man's concern, of course, but it was the less embarrassing reasoning.

John slowly began to pace, his nerves buzzing with a need to protect Alexei, much to his own displeasure. He hated feeling permanently indebted as much as the next guy, but his place within the Shostakov family felt.. right. He was a soldier, a loyal unrelenting force. So, why not bring that with him?

"Rest'll be useless, y'know that." Walker practically huffed, pausing his pacing to look at his Boss. There was a steely look on his face, silent for a moment, despite his panicked brain. "I can't just let you leave without protection, times are surely different now, yeah? Why else would you hire a guard?" In the back of his mind, John knew that he was probably pushing a limit- questioning boss's authority was never a good decision, but the man was determined to go with him.

[capo-agent]

Night has fallen, the only light in the Shostakov house coming from the soft lamps that litter the hallways and rooms. Alexei stands in the foyer, slipping his arm through his coat and pulling on a pair of thin black leather gloves. It's unclear right off the bat where he's headed, but he at least makes sure to pocket his case for his cigars.

"I need you to stay here, Собачка." He says to John, sparing him a small glance. He knows his personal guard won't be happy to hear that he's being made to stay home.

- @the-reddest-ledger

John Walker stood stiffly in the doorway of the foyer, leaned against the frame. He took his job of guarding very seriously, blue eyes flicking toward the entrance of the house- as if enemies were going to burst through the door at any moment. He would be ready to protect, no matter the cost.

His Boss looking as if he was getting ready to go out snapped the blonde out of his unnecessary anticipation, eyebrows furrowing as he noticed the gloves. John bit his cheek to silence a sigh, immediately assuming that he'd be going out with Alexei. The man only had a moment to wonder if he'd ever get to sleep, before his boss spoke of something perhaps more concerning.

Suddenly, needing to sleep felt unimportant.

"Wh.. But, sir." The guard tried his best to keep his voice even, taking a step toward Shostakov. "That's dangerous, I should come with you."