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@hyperfixation-hopscotch
"Right, wit's the score?"
"English."
"S'appnin?"
"Fuck all."
"Coincidentally, a'm hank marvin. So, git yer arse doon tae the chippy an get oor tea if yer no dain nout."
"You are the laziest cunt I've ever had the displeasure of having sex with."
"Sound. Tea, get tae it, errand boy. An if ye get me a fritter, a'll huv ye until yer sweatin lik a whoor in church."
While Kate doesn't love providing support over comms, given the stress of the job, it has it moments.
Like hearing a grown man, a sergeant, accidentally kick a step when talking and picking up the quiet mutter, "Aw, ya wee fuckin cunt."
Kyle's softly spoken, "S'a fat pigeon," before he catches himself and focuses on what else is in front of him, obese birds not included.
She comes to recognise John's 'trying not to lose his hat' grumble, rarely followed by his 'hat is now on the ground' grunt.
Simon has an self satisfied huff that he seemingly forgets they can hear when he says something just twisted enough for someone to call him vile, or a dirty bastard.
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This Barry Sloane pic gives young LT Price coming out of the shower and finding a young Nikolai laying on his bed, waiting for him
soap slaps nikolai's ass while drunk thinking for a moment it was simon next to him and not the rugged russian. the captain and lieutenant had stepped outside for a smoke. he'd forgotten that.
"getting bold, sergeant." that firm, crisp russian voice goes straight to his cock. but soap is not one to back down.
"never liked subtlety."
nik raises a brow, looking down at the smug scot. or trying for smug, mixed with too much coy, a playful sparkle in his eye, and not enough shame. "da. then let us be clear, john mactavish."
soap smiles and takes a swig of his drink, before nik's giant paw is on the back of his neck and dragging him down the hall.
what follows is the most mind numbing fuck soap has ever received, his throat's sore, his ass red, and his hole stretched.
by the time he gets his wits about him, he realizes simon has a drink in his hand and has apparently brought one for nik.
"alright, johnny?"
soap groans into the pillow.
Soap watching John and Nikolai spar, muttering under his breath, "God do for me what you have done for others."
Nikolai hears him and gets so distracted, trying to bite back a laugh, that John has him on his back and pinned in a matter of seconds. Whether it's Nikolai's biceps straining against the tight material of his t-shirt as he tries to buck John off of him, or getting a perfect view of the captain's arse, Soap feels inclined to follow up with a,
"Thanks, big man."
141!reader who sleeps anywhere but their room.
on missions first one out when given the go ahead, does not care to eat first nor if the bed roll is set as long as there's nothing pointy it's a perfect sleeping surface for you 
you've slept on every single member of 141
soap is a touchy person in general so he welcomes your dead weight slumping against him no questions needed anytime anywhere. he's got you covered
gaz most times is fine with it, is more okay when it's more private like in his room or the rec room. something about wanting to seem professional in public.
ghost, only at night only whenever you look more lost/distressed/etc than usual in his private room something about you being too vulnerable sleeping and he needs to watch your six. he uses you as his emotional support weighted blanket
price something about you knocking out in his office while doing paperwork so he carried you to bed, it was a long mission you deserved it
nik it was a restock/layover and you pulled the long stick so you got to stay as the rest of the team checked the perimeter. he's v warm so much so as you sit next to him you sleep on his shoulder
kate, just kinda popped into her office and collapsed into a heap on the floor. did have your favorite drink waiting for you when you got woke up
Silly little thing
(cw non-sexual kink, cis male tiddy sucking)
nikolai takes one look at ghost - at the stiffness he holds himself with, arms held rigidly at his sides as he glares ahead, each breath carefully measured to make himself unnoticed - and knows it’s been too long since he’s checked on his boy
all it takes is a single look, catching his bruised and tired eyes, and ghost all but slumps. nikolai turns, heading towards the 141’s private rec room and he doesn’t need to hear the near-silent footsteps to know ghost’s following. he pulls him down onto the couch, bringing him into the circle of his arms even as he weakly tries to pull away
“don’t need it, nik; don’t have time…” ghost argues but it’s hollow at best
“hush, sweet one,” he soothes his halfhearted protests and thumbs his mask up above his lips. “always so nervous; so lost...”
he tugs his shirt up, showing off his belly and the heavy swell of his hairy pecs; nipples already pebbled. he cups the back of ghost’s head, his thumb brushing over his exposed jaw and ghost is helpless to follow as he gently leads him to latch onto his breast
“i have you,” he promises
no matter how big he is, in presence or in stature, nikolai is bigger; encompassing his whole body in warmth and safety, the familiar scent of cologne and motor oil filling his senses just as the heat of his tit fills his mouth
ghost’s eyes roll back and he nuzzles deeper into his chest, sinking into him and lets his mind empty as he suckles
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soap didn’t mean to. he didn’t mean to walk in on something not meant for his eyes. he just wanted to check on ghost; he’s been so distant lately, different from his usual bad days and he doesn’t know how to help him but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to try
but he didn’t mean for this; for guilt and a heated, confused want to chase through him as he enters the rec room and realises nikolai got to ghost first
realises they’re not just necking on the couch; that ghost’s lips are pressed tight to nikolai’s furred breast and not moving away, a gentle hollow thinning his exposed cheeks as he sucks, his throat softly bobbing as he swallows
nikolai’s cupping the back of his head, fingers drifting through the blonde hair at the nape of his neck and he looks so fond; like there’s nowhere he’d rather be than on their broken in couch with ghost curled around his body, sucking what must be a deep ache into his tit.
then nikolai looks up at him, frozen in the doorway and soap-
soap runs
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nikolai gives soap a few days before he tries to talk about it; gives him a chance to come to terms with what he's seen. it's almost adorable; how deep soap’s flush grows when he sees him, how he stumbles over his words and can’t quite make eye contact
but it also tugs at him that he feels the need to shrink, to brace himself from whatever punishment he thinks is headed his way; shoulders hunching in, arms wrapped almost defensively around his body before finding whatever excuse he can to run from him
run from himself
he wishes he could wait for soap to come to him but he knows lost boys and their fear of coming in from the cold
nikolai keeps himself gentle as he uses his bulk to corner soap; stopping him from running but also using it to show how easily he could hide in him if he just let himself give in. if he let him take care of him the same way he takes care of ghost
"but... but it's wrong," soap whispers, fingers tangling with a gold cross at the hollow of his throat (a cross so similar to one he’d melted down all those years ago), but he speaks with such clear longing; eyes wide where he stares up at him, all but begging to be told otherwise and it almost breaks nikolai's heart
"no, lovely boy," he denies softly and soap shudders as he cups his face and backs him up against the corner; hugged by both walls and nikolai himself. "there is nothing more natural."
he caresses soap's cheek. he feels him shake under his touch, his eyes already growing dewy, and chances drifting his fingers over his bottom lip. soap's breath hitches and he looks up at him with so much fear - so much trust - and hesitantly opens his mouth to let them sink inside
nikolai doesn't press them too deep, doesn't threaten his throat, but they are thick and wide; filling his mouth and comfortably weighing down his tongue
with a small, involuntary moan, soap closes his lips around his fingers and nikolai catches him with his body as he goes limp. he coos as he starts sucking; wrapping his other arm around his head and brings him into his body, hidden and safe and small
"my good, lovely boy," he whispers and soap lets out a cracked whimper. "you are not wrong."
he isn't ready yet, much the same way ghost wasn't ready at first. but feeling soap tremble and suckle at his fingers, nikolai knows he'll soon have another boy tucked safe to his breast
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“shhhh” Nik whispers against ghost’s exposed neck, rubbing a thumb over the arm he’s currently got grappled around Simon’s neck.
the man is fucking fuming, snorting and kicking his leg out in an almost child-like way. Nikolai would find it amusing if he weren’t so focused on soothing the frayed nerves of the human equivalent to a live bomb. anyone else would have half the mind to not poke the bear that is Simon Riley in such an irritable state, but Nik had lost the entirety of his a long time ago.
“quiet now, Бычок..” Nik shushes him again, rocking them back and forth as best he can over the inflated barrel of Simon’s chest. he huffs, letting the held breath out in one quick motion. a hand on his chest corrects him.
he takes another breath and lets it out slow, slow, slowly, falling back into the solid weight holding him in place.
“good, good.” he coos against Simon’s ear in that warm, rumbly tone; can feel himself getting lightheaded from it. shifts over to plant a wet kiss to Simon’s nape and it sends a heated shiver down the larger man’s spine.
Nikolai smirks against damp skin when he feels his breathing level out completely from his ministrations. Simon’s rigid posture slowly melting into the soft warmth and solid pressure of Nikolai’s hold. can’t even remember what he was so upset about just a few moments ago. all that matters now are the sweet lips acting as a balm for his flushed skin.
another mechanic ghost doodle..
that moment when your least favorite client becomes the person you look forward to seeing the most
behold, my tattooartist!Simon
simon please close your eyes for fucks sake
i like to think ghost can’t kiss without making it super awkward, but nik finds it cute so it’s ok
Got some vague Nikolai x Ghost thoughts. Just a floating image of Simon resting on Nik's chest, face hidden in the soft fur, both gloriously naked after Nikolai slowly and deliberately took Simon apart, kneading his muscles, taking him reverently, keeping it slow and gentle. And Nik with his huge arms wrapped easily around Ghost's shoulders, keeping him safe and grounded, and very much thinking about the sheer beauty of this man finally relaxing and dozing off with his back turned to the empty space of the room.
Because Nikolai just makes him feel protected and covered on all flanks like that.
nikolai hunting ghost down whenever they're on the same base and plucking him from whatever duties he has to whisk him away somewhere private. he has no authority, nothing more than his reputation as a rogue pilot with a few screws loose, but the way he fearlessly manhandles the ghost has people ducking out of his way anyway
behind a locked door, he offers ghost the choice of either curling up at his feet or sitting pliant in his lap, his full weight against him with his head lax on his shoulder; warm, comfortable, boneless
he then tucks his mask up above his lips and plies him with fruit and sweets; things he'd never buy for himself, indulgences he’d never entertain, wasted on a hollow shell like him
but nikolai? oh, he knows how much he deserves them; these precious moments of peace where the only thing ghost exists for is the next delicious bite
he feeds them to him one by one; thumbing strawberry juice and powdered sugar from his lips, humming in pure pleasure as he sucks it away, and smiles at ghost’s involuntary shivers when he feeds him his favourites. ghost doesn't even know what most of the sweets even are; what they’re made of or even what country nikolai buys them from. he just knows he loves them; loves the chase of nikolai’s fingers on his tongue after each one even more
nikolai always brings plenty for him, always draws it out, wanting these rare breaths of contentment to last for ghost’s sake as much as his own; offering plump bites of tart, homemade treats, letting rich chocolate melt between his fingers so it's soft in his mouth and watches his eyes flutter shut as he savours it
decadence incarnate; slow taught and hard won
ghost licks the dregs from his fingers and suckles them long after they're clean; the thought of an empty mouth so wrong to his sweet-clouded mind. nikolai coos in russian down at him, brushing his fingers through his hair as he holds him close, but he's too far away to take in any of it; the only thing holding him in the present the sugared fingers held gently in his mouth
after all, nikolai's always been his favourite sweet
