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Nikto is the best guard/attack dog, I could just imagine if not by a colar, then tugging him by his belt loops <3<3<3 and even if he can practically taste the blood he would have spattered over the sidewalk that prick stood on, he trusts your judgement so much he'll refrain from his very way of life, and will happily heel to please you

you: oh no no you misunderstand, nikto’s not on a leash for his own safety, it’s for yours.

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I'M BACK AND I'M APPRECIATIVE OF ALL OF THIS BECAUSE ITS SO CUTE

That he not only accepts and enjoys the coddling but clearly actively seeks it out 💕💕💕

He would be jealous of himself, wouldn't he 🤭 I'm sure he'll get all the kisses he could ever ask for in a lifetime and then some when he steps up to the plate and goes for what he wants (you, you, you, it's always been you, sweet and warm and quiet until you're close to someone, but never unwelcoming, always his little lovie), finally asks you out

I wonder if/when/how it would come out about him not only being a raven hybrid, but being the raven hybrid that you've been cooing and kissing over, feeling the mortification of "oh my god lieutenant ghost riley has been hearing all my yammering" and then mortifying him when you realize, to his horror, that he did in fact keep coming back for your cuddles and kisses and praise and 'good boy's and that he did all those silly tricks just because it made you oh so happy, debased himself just to see you smile

Also "not even your bird friend cared to listen" OWWWW OW OWIE THAT HURT

And the fact that you're just wearing his feather around means he probably had to make that necklace. OH my god I love him

thinkin abt raven hybrid simon today :) (i can’t find ravens intimidating sorry they are such cute sweetie pies and i adore them too)

yes simon knows that he’s smart but if anyone ever tried to make him do little “party tricks” to prove his intelligence there’s a 50/50 chance of him attempting to blind them

however that doesn’t apply to you at all. (of course)

yeah you’re just too shy around him usually, when he’s in his human form you seldom look him in the eye at all. instead choosing to simply look, everywhere BUT him, in fact. but the moment he’s in raven form you’re all over him. gently petting him and caressing his downy feathers oh so gently it hurts his heart. quietly cooing and admiring him saying how “handsome” and “smart” he is, and it has him nuzzling his head into your palm in return.

for you he’d even do the most inane “party tricks” to make you happy, yes he will solve that puzzle and he’ll use the stick to push the treat to the other end of the tube like all the other ravens do. anything to see that radiant smile of yours that he’d never see otherwise.

he never cared much for the taste of “trail mix” ever but when you’re feeding it to him out of the palm of your hand, well who is he to complain?

don’t get him wrong, he loves it. adores all of it, there is almost nothing he could ask for from you, almost.

you don’t know that the same simon riley you’re intimidated by on the daily basis is the same raven you’re fawning over daily as well.

it kills him inside y’know? absolutely does to see you so proudly show off the latest necklace you’ve got recently. a clean and minimal one, consisting of a single sleek ebony feather attached to a silver chain. a feather that’s his.

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Simon would love the hell out of watching some Courage the Cowardly Dog

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soap would stick his head up the front of your oversized shirt and just cuddle there like a cat. knead his meaty hands into your thighs while you watched a movie. cuddlebug fr

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Price is an act of service man. Holding the door for you, pushing your chair in after you sit, never letting you pump your own gas

Ghost is a physical touch type of guy. clingy, attached at the hip, feels like he's being abandoned if you're not cooing praises or giving him attention when he's not on missions or at the base

Soap is the lover who is just happy being near you. His life is so chaotic that he enjoys those peaceful evenings curled up in front of the fire watching Hallmark movies you love

Gaz is the one who would absolutely rip out someone's throat if he thought they were going to try to hit on you because you're his and no ones going to take his girl from him if he can help it, even on the times the guy wasnt hitting on you, just a tad over protective.

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ik i talked abt bear hybrid nitko before but can i put you guys on owl hybrid nikto realness instead

huge, strong and powerful wings that cut efficiently through the sky, sharp talons that are primed to kill— but he becomes more akin to a loving little teddy bear when he’s around you.

narrowed eyes that soften when he sees you, and a cold and closed off demeanor that relaxes whenever you scratch that spot underneath his chin.

he’s a huge fan of wrapping you up in his arms AND wings, no where for you to go when you’re trapped in his adoring embrace. slight chill in the air? he’s wrapping you in his wings. see someone he doesn’t like? you’re in his arms. YOU see someone you don’t like? good luck trying to hold back a 250+ pound, six foot two fuming owl hybrid.

owl nikto that loves it when you help him preen, sometimes he falls behind on it because… life, but you’re always there. sitting behind him while you gently brush and caress his feathers, plucking out a loose feather here or there. don’t bother giving his feathers back to him, because he’ll just gift it back to you. but if he doesn’t straight up give you them, he’ll turn them into useful items.

don’t be surprised if a meticulously handcrafted quill turns up on your desk, or a hair clip with a huge feather plume, or a brooch— it doesn’t matter. he’ll find a way to gift you one of his feathers. his favorite way was gifting you one as a necklace, so you’ll always hold a piece of him close to your heart.

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The bracelet blurb (here) but this time with KorTac!!

Horangi is the first to receive a bracelet. Mainly because I think he's the most outgoing between the four men that you spend time with, therefore you know he's going to be incredibly obnoxious if you don't give him one first. But also because you know he won't reject the gift.

It's a single strand bracelet with a repeating pattern of black and orange. You add a little orange cat charm, knowing it'll make him laugh. It does make him laugh. It also earns you a hug and a kiss to the temple, Horangi muttering how he's going to brag to König that he got one first.

So, naturally, you make König one next. A yellow, single strand bracelet. Nothing too flashy because you don't want it to drawn any unwanted attention to the Austrian, but he's grateful nonetheless. His gratitude is a tad less theatrical than Horangi's, just a simple side hug, but you know he's genuinely grateful based on the way he holds the bracelet, like it's some fragile, priceless thing.

The other two wanting bracelets come as a surprise to you. Up until now, you'd assumed that Krueger and Nikto only tolerated your presence because you're friends with Horangi and König. so imagine the shock when Krueger comes storming into your office, slamming his hand down on your desk.

"Do you see what's wrong here?" he demands.

You stare at his wrist, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Slowly, you drag your gaze back to his face, but that doesn't help much, since he's wearing a mask. (These KorTac men and their masks smh) "No?"

"Where is my..." He trails off, muttering softly to himself for a moment. "Bracelet!"

It's been nearly two weeks since you'd given König's his, and the whole thing was out of your head at this point, so it takes a moment before the lightbulb clicks and you gasp softly. But, before you can reply, Krueger huffs in annoyance, before turning and storming out of your office, the door slamming behind him.

You find him later with Nikto, both outside after dinner having a smoke break. The smell of cigarette smoke makes you wrinkle your nose, but you don't comment on it, focused on the task at hand.

"I didn't think you'd want one," you tell Krueger, handing him a ladder cuff bracelet with multiple shades of green on it. His response is so quiet that you almost miss the way he growls out, "Danke."

There are no words exchanged as you hand Nikto a single strand bracelet. All black, of course. He grunts in what you think might be appreciation, slipping the bracelet over his hand and tucking it beneath his glove. You catch a peek of his skin as he does, the smallest sliver of pale, white skin. It makes you feel like you've seen something you shouldn't have.

"Good night," you hurry out, turning to scurry away.

"Good night, little mouse!" Krueger shouts after you, something taunting in his voice. The scent of cigarettes haunts you for the rest of your night.

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^ 141 when their shy buddy not only seeks them out but trusts them to keep them safe and comfortable even while other ppl are around, a stressful situation for the buddy

Literally the most trust that can be placed in someone's hands in most situations, and you, sweet little thing you are, made active effort to put your faith in them

Rip their numb legs and arms, rip their bladders, rip if they didn't have their phones on them, they are not moving, they have to sneeze? holding it in. pins and needles? not. moving. it is mission nap time now and they are nothing if not capable, competent, and entirely unwilling to disturb you- god forbid anyone else tries to

This goes for other affection of course, maybe one of you bumps the others hip with your own, I could see that not stopping unless one of you is basically bowled over, you lean into their hands when they pat or rub your head and you're basically getting a head massage, and if you have hair long enough to style they will ask to see how (or if you know how to do the after shower towel hat thing, they'd never get it but they want to understand), holding hands and playing with each others fingers, showing off nails and nail polish etc etc

They would just melt, they'd be so proud to be chosen by you, precious as you are

hehe… being a sergeant in 141 and u have a severe case of resting bitch face and are seemingly antisocial but no you’re just shy and you love cuddling up to other ppl. just like a cat :) one day price notices that you’re feeling a little down after the mission and you did such a good job so he gives your head a nice and firm pet and to everyone’s surprise you lean up into his palm. nuzzling your head into his touch like a cat with the cutest smile they’ve ever seen on you, before realizing where you were and straightening up with a flustered cough. but the damage is done, they never leave you alone after that. you suddenly find yourself on the receiving end of a flood of affections, squished between your fellow sergeants on the couch in the rec room or your lieutenant leaning his chin on you like a head rest, and the firm and comforting pats that price gives you.

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Keegan Russ folding as soon as your eyes get glossy and wet. it doesn’t matter why, all that matters is that he’s taking care of you now. “Ssh, c’mere sweetheart.”, voice smooth and low, shushing you while petting your hair. did that animal shelter ad make you teary-eyed? oh, baby, Keegan can’t have that. he’ll smooth his palm down your back while comforting you, whispering that those puppies will find homes. hell, he’d call right now if you want— no, he’ll call and tell his team to consider adopting puppies, does that help?

Keegan Russ who backtracks his teasing when your waterline collects tears, croons sweet apologies for pushing your buttons. he was mean, wasn’t he? he’s sorry, should’ve known he was pushing you too much. “Baby, c’mon— no, it’s not okay.”, he hugs you close, kisses the side of your head as he gently sways with you, “Should’ve known better than that, I’m sorry.”. whether he playfully refused to kiss you too many times or cracked a few too many jokes at your expense, he’ll cradle your face in his rough hands while pecking your forehead

Keegan Russ who never shames you for the tears that start welling in your eyes. he might be an asshole sometimes, but he’d never call you a crybaby in mean spirit. he loves that you cry over anything, if it means he gets to comfort you he welcomes it. it isn’t silly or dumb to him, he’ll thumb your tears away and hold you tight. he carries tissues in his back pocket for you, cracks a smile watching you wipe the corner of your eyes - you look pretty with wet eyes, he’s grown fond of the red tint in your sclera. he’ll offer his shoulder to you any time

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Call of Duty Men Comforting You

No matter the reason, I hope you have a better day

Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Alex Keller, Konig, Alejandro, Rudy, Keegan

Captain John Price:

Sometimes it’s really embarrassing, I mean come on, he’s a very busy Captain always dipping in and out of combat. He seems to be on a dangerous mission every other week. His life is so much more troublesome compared to yours you feel. So why should you trouble him with your silly little emotions and your silly little fits. It feels ridiculous to even think about discussing it with him so you simply push it down and pretend you don’t feel it around him. But unfortunately for you, John is a perceptive man. He catches on to your dismissal almost immediately and of course he can’t just let it slide. Our beloved captain gives the most exquisite bear hugs. He’ll wrap you up tightly against his chest, sheltering you from whatever ails you. He plants kisses against your temple and rubs your shoulders and back while you’re cocooned against him. Words are not exchanged, John knows that he doesn’t need to speak to make you feel better. He may ask about it later when he feels you’re up to it but for now he’s content to sit with you in silence. He holds you like that for as long as you let him and even if you do try to pull away you don’t make it very far before he’s snatching you up again. You see, whenever he comes home and finds you in a state of upset, it sets him off kilter and he’s uneasy about leaving you alone for any period of time because he finds the thought of you in pain hard to stomach. Comforting you comforts him. You can also count on him being attached to your hip for the remainder of his stay too. He’ll cook dinner with you, rot on the couch with you, shower with you, and eventually curl up in bed with you too.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

Kyle is such a sweetheart and he’s so empathetic, he once cried simply because you were, though he’ll never admit it. He tunes his emotions to yours because he wants to understand you. He often feels that there’s this disconnect between himself and the rest of the world because of his occupation. You are his best influence of normalcy so he finds it necessary to know what you’re feeling. He goes about it in a manner that soothes you, careful to not make it seem like he’s trying to one-up you. He also tends to be very mellow around you. All this to say that his presence alone, the sound of his voice over the phone or the sight of him sitting next to you, is comforting. Partially because he knows that being vulnerable makes him relatable and partially because he’s Kyle. He likes to lay down with you, talk it out if you’re up to it, or just let you rest against his chest. He’ll comb through your hair and work the knots out of your shoulders. Sometimes he even coaxes you into a nap and he’s right there when you wake up, fingers still working through your hair. He likes to talk things through over dinner. Sitting across from each other, boxes of takeout strewn across the table. To be honest, he’s just trying to check all the boxes of things that could be adding to your distress. Hunger, sleep, quality time. In the back of his head he has to be reassured that all your physical needs are being met so that he can isolate the problem and make things better.

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Johnny dearest, spreads cheer like dandelions grow. It’s infectious. But when it comes to you being upset beyond the remedy of a few jokes, Johnny takes on a tenderness that’s tooth-rotting. “Oh lass, don’t cry. Things will get better in time, love.” He’s so gentle and soft that you almost don’t recognize the man in front of you. He also gives good hugs, but where Price lifts you up to cradle you, Johnny will flatten you into the sofa cushions or the bed. He’s a big fan of kissing. He also loves to nuzzle you, nose to nose, your cheek, your temple. He’s surprisingly good with words in these moments, but opting out of humor and going straight for the emotional connection. I guess I should say he’s good at reading the moment and figuring out what you need from him and making it easy to communicate with him. He’s also an expert at erasing any trace of judgement. There’s absolutely nothing to feel uncomfortable about discussing with him because he would never belittle you or make you feel like you didn’t have a reason to be upset.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon finds himself struggling a bit because he’s not very good with his own emotions so he’s got no clue how to help you with yours. That being said, Simon is on his knees for you. He’ll do anything to make you feel better. He starts with sitting you down and taking a knee in front of you. Then the mask comes off. He’ll cup your cheeks, thumbing away any tears, and try to read your eyes. Are you angry? Is this sadness? Maybe even just frustration? Whatever it is, he's determined to fix it. “Tell me what I need to do, love” If you reach for him, he’s scooping you up and rocking you gently in his lap. If you just want to talk he’ll wait for you like that on his knees the entire time. He’ll press his forehead to yours, his arms dropping to your waist. It’s intimate and in the moment it only makes you closer. Simon figures he hurts enough in silence for the both of you so he’s like Price in that aspect of you also hurting being unbearable. And imagine with me for a short second, if Simon could carry a tune. Just picture it. Imagine being tangled in his arms, he’s got no idea what to say, so he hums a soft melody instead, maybe even sings a few words. His chest vibrates with the deep sound, his lips moving against your cheek. He doesn’t give himself enough credit for how comforting he can be.

Konig:

Oh the big man, good for cuddling. He’ll be knocked out on the couch, head tilted back at an angle that surely can’t be comfortable. You climb onto his lap and lay your head against his chest; his arms are curling around you before he’s even awake, set on holding you no matter what state of consciousness. “Süße?” He grumbles, confused. His chin comes to rest on the top of your head and as soon as he realizes what’s going on he replaces it with his cheek. “Long day too?” One of his hands trails up and down your back protectively. He’ll kick his feet up and recline with you, letting sleep drain the stress from both of you. If the situation requires more care, Konig will literally cradle you in his arms. He kisses your forehead and tries to coax an explanation out of you. He just wants to know how best to help you. Konig reminds of Simon in the sense that he is also pretty helpless in these instances. Konig is made for war, and before you that was all that he did. Now he is trying to grow accustomed to a new gentleness that having a relationship requires. So excuse him if he’s awkward about it at first. He really does try and the effort is very obvious. Now hear me out, Konig has amassed a good collection of poetry and short stories. He's got a loud and horrifically exciting job so he likes to come home and sit down with a good poem and just ponder for a bit. (He also uses it to study English). He’ll read you some of his favorites from time to time. He’s got an excellent narrating voice, especially with the short stories. You’ll lay against his chest while he reads to you, the sound of him lulling you into a doze. After a while he looks down at you and sees you struggling to stay awake. He’ll cup your head and kiss your nose before covering you with a blanket and picking up where he left off.

Alex Keller:

Mr. Keller, ever the saint, comforts like a dream. He just always has the correct hunch about what you need from him. Let’s say it’s been a rough go for you and you come home somehow after him, and you’re at the end of your rope. Dinner is on the table, and there’s dessert too. And Alex is fresh out of the shower and he just looks so good and then he’s hugging you, “I know, baby, I know.” He says as plants a kiss on your forehead. You could cry then and there. “Let’s get you something to eat, yeah?” Before you know you’re sitting across from him and walking through your day with him. He asks all the right questions. Has all the right answers. It’s honestly just so relieving that he seems to know exactly what to do. You wonder where he learned it. You don’t get a chance to ask because as soon as the last bite of dessert is in your mouth he’s wrapping you up in a blanket and snuggling up to you on the couch. You talk some more as he turns on one of your favorite shows. And then things quiet down for the evening. Now if there are tears, if there’s a break down happening, just know that you’re never getting this man off of you. You practically get mummified in his hold. He’s arguably the best at helping you calm down. “Take a breath for me honey. Atta girl–” He holds your hands, his thumb rubbing circles into the backs of them as he defuses your emotions. Once you catch your breath, then he’s all over you.

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro strikes me as emotionally intelligent to a level that’s almost scary. He handles any sort of emotional flare either you or life throws at him with grace. It’s almost irritating. If you get angry and fly off the handle, he’s calm as a cucumber. Grief never seems to weigh him down. That being said, he’s so well put together that it almost makes you feel childish to be emotional. You try to keep a cap on it this time around and of course he notices. It does not fly. Alejandro wrangles you into a hug and sways gently back and forth, “It’s better if you tell me what’s wrong before I have to make you talk.” He teases. You answer him with a grunt. “C’mon, you can tell me anything, you should know with how much I love you that I would never let you go on like this.” You slump against him, resigned to let him help you. He also gives exceptional advice and can coach you through a lot of things. But he also knows when you need him to listen. A good and proper therapy boyfriend. He’s got several of his mother’s recipes that he keeps on hand too. Comfort food that heals the soul. He also tells a riveting story and will chat at you while he cooks for you. He also loves a good drive to cool down and if you’re up for it the two of you will cruise all over. Sometimes he drives until you fall asleep in the seat next to him, or you park on a hilltop and stargaze, or sometimes it ends with the both of you singing to the songs of the radio. But it only ends when you’re finally refreshed.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra:

Ever the loyal one, Rudy finds it hard to leave your side at any given moment let alone when something has upset you. In this case, it was him being prepared to burn to death while chasing Hassan. He knows he can’t not do his job, but seeing your tears absolutely rips him to pieces. “You almost died, Rudy.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” He reaches out to you but you just stand there, it breaks him even more.

You chew your lip and fold your arms, “I know you’re dedicated to your job, and I love that about you but was that really worth your life?”

Rudy takes a deep breath, reaching for you again, “If it keeps you safe, then yes, always.” This time you let him reel you in. It makes you feel even worse to hurt him but seeing the bruises he got from getting shot in his vest, the blood caked in his hair, the rasp in his voice from the smoke, it was all too much. You always worry and he always does his best to reassure you, but actually seeing the evidence of bullets hitting his body really rocks your world. Any sense of reassurance you had for his safety is gone when you realize just how easily he could slip through your fingers. Warm hands cup your jaw. You meet the intense gaze of Rudy’s glossy brown eyes, feel his breath fan across your lips. “You are always my priority, and in my line of work, sometimes that means paying with either my life or my conscience. Know that I love you and that is why I do what I do.”

Keegan Russ:

It may seem like Keegan would be annoyed with you for being upset but more than anything, Keegan is very flattered when you express emotions around him. He will get salty if you try to hide it from him, not salty at you but at himself. He knows he can sometimes be condescending and he gets angry at himself when it makes you shy about things. His remedy is to be unusually soft with you during this time. Imagine laying down, staring at the ceiling in careful contemplation. And then Keegan’s weight drops onto the mattress beside you. You lay in silence, arms folded, and just stare for what seems like eternity. Keegan reaches out and wedges his fingers between yours. Your palms fit perfectly together. “Wanna talk about what’s going on?” His thumb rubs soothingly over your knuckles. “No.” “Alright, what can I do for you then?” When you look over at him, he’s already looking back. You’ve always thought his eyes were unbelievably pretty, especially now when they’re filled with tenderness. You roll towards him and like a magnet he reaches to take you in his arms. He tucks you protectively into his chest and massages your nape. “I’ve got you.” He whispers. Keegan runs warm and the contours of his body perfectly mold to you. It’s almost like he was made for this.

It’s another thing when you cry. It feels like someone is squeezing his heart in their fist. It feels like torture to him. Everything he does out there, out in the field, on missions, everything is so that this does not happen. So you don’t get hurt. Yet this entire situation is unpreventable. There’s nothing he could have done to stop it and he hates feeling so helpless. A tentative palm comes to rest on your cheek. A shaking thumb brushes from the soft inner corner of your eye to the rise of your cheekbone. Keegan swallows hard, teeth worrying his lip, and tries to figure out what to say. In the end it winds up the same way, Keegan sheltering you against his body because that’s all he really knows how to give.

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oh to be a shy little sergeant trundling through my days, onto to slip up one (1) time and suddenly the squad don't buy it no more, they all go from letting you have your distance to treating you like you're the cutest most sweetest little thing, can't believe you kept your cutie pie status from them for so long

well now they've found out and your face will never be free of Johnny's poking and pinching and your shoulders will never be free from Gaz's arm and your head will never be free from Price's pats or Ghost's heavy elbow (or, if even closer, his even heavier head on top of yours)

when you eventually settle into your new reality, comfortable with the 4 of them and how touchy they are, they'd be completely enamored seeing you seek them out at any point, even just to sit with, like being the only ppl a cat loves

hehe… being a sergeant in 141 and u have a severe case of resting bitch face and are seemingly antisocial but no you’re just shy and you love cuddling up to other ppl. just like a cat :) one day price notices that you’re feeling a little down after the mission and you did such a good job so he gives your head a nice and firm pet and to everyone’s surprise you lean up into his palm. nuzzling your head into his touch like a cat with the cutest smile they’ve ever seen on you, before realizing where you were and straightening up with a flustered cough. but the damage is done, they never leave you alone after that. you suddenly find yourself on the receiving end of a flood of affections, squished between your fellow sergeants on the couch in the rec room or your lieutenant leaning his chin on you like a head rest, and the firm and comforting pats that price gives you.

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Nikto indulges in allowing you to be selfish.

You've always been quiet and meek with your desires and wants- ashamed and embarrassed. Your soft fingertips aching to embed in the fabric of his shirt, into the rough marks on his back- anything to anchor yourself to him.

But you shouldn't. You tell yourself. The little nagging words linger in the back of your mind. Don't be selfish. Being clingy will make him realise how desperate you are. How lonely and deprived you are. All those walls built around your heart, and for what? to tear them down for the first man who says he loves you?

The insecurities keep you tame. Keep you reluctant and hidden, right before his eyes.

That will not do.

He'll guide your fingertips to trace up the hard muscle of his sides- thick and unyielding, muscle and silvery scars bump against your palms as they traverse with his guidance- thick fingers coiled around yours, guiding, guiding, searching for the cracks in his armour. You peel them away so easily- too easily. You feel the shape of his ribs, lathered in thick scars and welts. Burnt skin, tatters of remaining inked skin, a small birthmark on his side. A deep indulgent hiss aching from his throat as he keens you to bite your nails into his skin- tether yourself to him, as he wishes. As you wish.

You hesitate with a soft noise- Only filled with worry for him, your fingers curling away from him. He doesn't allow you- not letting you run and hide. His hands engulf yours, and he aches your palms into his sides. Guiding you to latch as his mouth grazes over your forehead, his mind buzzing and purring with appreciative whispers.

"Tear. Bite. Claw. You will not hurt me little one. Little soft thing like you, hm? You make us laugh". His chuckle is low and dry and soft.

"Andre, I-".

"let me be yours- we are yours. Do not feel shame, never. Not you".

His mission is accomplished when you ease softly and slowly like putty. His dearest girl. Your nails bite deeper into him, and he hisses contently.

Be selfish. Let yourself have that.

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Nikto can be my parallel play buddy. Ask him to come sit with me so I can start working. He'd be perfect. Just sits there, silent, maybe reading a book, maybe staring at a wall, maybe watching me a bit unnervingly but it's just him being him

I'd never have a messy room again ngl 👀👍

PARALLEL PLAY WITH NIKTO!!!!

Now here's the thing. I really do think he'd spend most of the time just staring at you, convincing himself that you're real and that you like him. I think the first couple times you have come hang out, he feels like an intruder, a dark stain amongst the brightness of your room (regardless of if it's bright or not.) He doesn't belong in the world of plush bedding and silly cat plushies.

But the thing with a stray is that if you show them any ounce of kindness, they will come back.

Sure enough, he routinly comes back to your place, sometimes just inviting himself in. Don't ask how he has a key to your apartment. That's trivial information.

If you catch him reading while you're doing your business, it's usually whatever books you have lying around. Nikto will pretend to be uninterested if you try talking to him about it, but you've caught him dog-earring the pages to keep his spot.

Sometimes, he brings his own activities and books. Usually the books are in Russian, so you can't read them, but if you ask nicely, he'll read them out loud. Not in English, but you like listening to him speak his native tongue anyway.

Next time, he shows up with a bag full of yarn and knitting needles. When you ask, he grunts out, "Gift." And that's all the information you get out of him.

The gift ends up being a scarf, knitted with chunky, green yarn. It's a little rough, given it's his first time knitting, but it's nice nonetheless.

You can't see it from beneath the mask, but he's grinning like the Cheshire Cat when he sees you wearing it out in public.

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the idea of Johnny unintentionally staring people down when talking to them is great. looking at him too long is like looking directly at the sun, you just have to awkwardly look away every once in a while because his piercing blue eyes are locked onto yours

even better, Johnny was raised on ‘it’s polite to make eye contact’ when talking to people. Johnny physically moving back into your line of sight as he keeps yapping to stare into your soul

on the other hand, Simon staring you down while listening to you so he can process what you’re saying. absolutely still, not moving a muscle, when was the last time you saw him blink— you have to look away sometimes because his gaze is burning through you

even worse, when you glance away you can still feel his eyes on you. his silence is incredibly loud, is he even breathing? it’s unnerving until you look back at him and— no, he’s still staring at you

[kannykakes]

Nikto's Emotional Support Rookie

Anyone who has ever trained with, or has interacted with Nikto in any capacity, knows that he is a formidable power house in his own right. Everyone knows what it meant to be in Victor Zakhae's tender care, and they could appreciate the skill it took for Nikto to come out the other side. Albeit, he wasn't who he used to be, and it showed in the scars he kept hidden from everyone and the sudden mood swings and shift in how he interacts with people.

It's common knowledge that militaries and militant groups don't prioritize mental health, unless it's to break a person down or to brainwash them, or to use a person to their advantage. No, mental health is something that's shoved to the side and often ignored. Even in higher valued assets and operatives that have official diagnoses, and DID was no exception.

When you joined KorTac, you never imagined that this would become your job. You weren't even equipped to handle someone like Nikto. One minute you're just a lowly recruit, the next you are assigned to the massive Russian as his assistant. At least that was what the two of you were told. But you knew what you really were, his emotional support rookie. All because you were able to talk him out of the bathroom when he locked himself in there, you talked him down once when he got violent when someone triggered him, and then there was that one time he fell asleep watching TV with you in the common room. It had to be a coincidence...right?

[kannykakes]

Nikto isn’t keen on sharing you.

You’re the only thing good in his monotonous mercenary life, the only reason why he bothers with the bullshit day in and day out. No amount or value of the finest liquor, weapons, women, or racks can equate to you. Nothing can compare.

It’s why he’s beyond acerbic when Krueger sees what his companion is hiding and wants more than a piece. Hell, they share everything and anything, anyways. What’s the issue with him sharing you?

So when Nikto’s gone for a mission, and his little kätzchen is alone, out of her hiding place, like a bird stretching its wings tentatively, Sebastian finds he never was a sucker for missed opportunities.

Surely Nikto won’t mind.

[kannykakes]

He has his routines to keep him up, to keep him swinging, but when that's not enough to pull you up with him? he's got two big strong arms for a reason lovie

Let him sit with you, hold you, linger around, he's watching to gauge what you need, accepts that sometimes? you do need a moment to sit when the weight is too exhausting to carry, pulling you down, down, down until you're crumpled into your nest of blankets, trying to be comfortable in your home and bed and body while every breath weighs you down a little more

He'll stay with you, and when you can, you'll let him help you carry it

depression kicking my ass yay 👍

anyway yeah i know it’d bad but i want to curl up in bed and do nothing for a while. yeah, simon that let’s you do that for a bit, but you’re never alone when you do it. knows intimately well first hand how easy it is to spiral when you’re alone, how easy it is to listen to that poisonous voice that lingers in the back of your head. knows that people do stupid things when they’re left alone.

so he doesn’t, he doesn’t leave. and if he does it’s only for a few seconds before he’s laying right beside you again. he’ll be here, holding you until you feel a bit better, until you can pull yourself up and out of bed again.

but until then, he’ll be right besides you. waiting patiently.