@crunchyheartbeat (what A Satisfying Name) Made A GhostxReader Post And I Had To Nyoom In On A HC I Have:

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Nobody. You wish it weren’t so apt. But he’s not a person, not anything of Earth.

Content: Dub-Con, Biting, Scratching, Exhibitionism, Possessive Behavior, Toxic Behavior

You must have pissed something off in a past life. Or they’re planning on giving you something really good in the next one. Because this… this is too much. He’s too much.

We are exactly right for you, khozyain.

It’s not just the taste of leather and oil on the back of your tongue each morning. Or the crimson smears on your sheets before bed. You could live with the shit sleep, the centuries of foreign memories, and the occasional hankering for raw meat that thins your appetite to nothing.

“You’re KorTac’s best operative?”

It’s a question you’ve heard a dozen times before – and will likely hear a dozen times more. The criticism is valid. You’re not an imposing figure; nothing impressive about you. Look more like a child in a Halloween costume than anything resembling a soldier. The question never bothers you because the unofficial title is as ill-fitting as the gun strapped to your thigh.

It’s not you they need to worry about bothering.

“We are. Problem, soldat?”

“There’s no problem, Nikto,” you answer in Sebastian Krueger’s place.

No, Krueger is too busy wondering where the big, dark figure behind your shoulder just came from. He could have sworn you stepped out of the transport alone. In broad daylight, no less. (That doesn’t mean there aren’t shadows.)

Nikto grunts, nearly tripping you with how closely he walks, toes of his boots nipping at the heels of yours. A stride twice the length of your own but doggedly following, not leading.

“Thought there was only one ‘a ya,” Declan O’Conor muses.

“Paperwork issue,” you lie, smiling.

Nikto grunts, pressing into your back as you stop in front of your temporary captain. You have to brace against his oppressive weight, feel yourself flush a bit when you don’t quite manage.

“Who’re you, then?” Declan asks, eyes on your shadow.

“Nikto,” comes the gruff reply.

Nobody.

You wish it weren’t so apt.

But he’s not a person, not anything of Earth. You don’t know if he ever was; he never gives you a straight answer when you pluck up the courage (or frustration) to ask. Last time, he told you that if he ever wanted to feel human, he’d just be inside you. (You’d flushed, didn’t know if he meant in your mind, where he often takes up unwanted residence, or… elsewhere. Couldn’t make yourself ask him to clarify, afraid of the answer. Jumped whenever he touched you for a week.)

You don’t know the exact bounds of this pact either. He listens to you only sometimes. When it suits him – or when it least suits you. And you’re not immune to his cruelty either, as the bruises and bitemarks and scratches can attest. Nothing like the romanticized crossroads deals you see in tv shows and movies.

Truthfully, you’re not even sure if he’s a punishment for you or if you’re a reward for him. What’s that line you read online once? Dog heaven is squirrel hell. Did he make a deal with you, or did he make a deal with something else, and you’re just collateral?

You never bother to ask. He’ll just click his forked tongue and tell you that it won’t get rid of him either way. The worst part is that he’ll be right. You’re pretty sure the Christian God as you know Him has nothing to do with any of this.

The mission doesn’t matter, not really. You only listen for objectives. Whoever needs killing, whatever information needs gathering, wherever the hostages are. The rest is all useless extra, so much noise to Nikto, not even listening. He’s too busy bullying his way between your thighs, sinking his teeth into the meat through your cargos.

You’re never sure if he’s visible or the other operatives just avoid looking at him in these moments. Regardless, you flush and kick at him when his jaw locks too hard. It’ll bruise livid and ugly, and he’ll fuck the head of his cock into the aching ring of teeth prints left behind.

He’s insistent when the briefing is over, riled up by the promise of bloodshed. Pushy and growling, nearly snapping through his “mask” as he herds you like a rabid shepherd to your temporary quarters.

He fucks you in the doorway though, using one thick arm to bounce you like a personal fleshlight. The other keeps your jaw forced open so he can spit and lick into your mouth, obscene and filthy.

You push and squirm, but he just laughs that awful, maniacal rattle and grinds your clit into his pelvis. Until you start to mean it when you whimper “no” and “stop.” It always makes him cum so hard that you taste ichor in the back of your throat.

It’s too much to hope that you’ll eat in the mess hall uninterrupted. Nikto’s presence attracts the worst, and Krueger is compelled to pick at the weakness you exude. It’s no question that he’s a bigger, stronger, meaner beast than you. But like a dying soldier left to scream in the field, there’s a muzzle hidden out of sight, awaiting whatever is lured in – for mercy or to feast.

Krueger takes the seat across from you, one of his boots landing heavy and threatening on top of yours. You eat quietly, picking at your mashed potatoes and rubbery chicken. Listen to him jab and jeer.

Nikto is there but he’s not. He’s laughing in your ear at all the true but derisive things Krueger is taunting you with. All the sins he boasts of and the reactions he takes as proof of your inadequacy for the assignment you’ve been brought for. It would hurt more of you didn’t know it was true – and if your nerves weren’t rattling.

There’s a line, always a line. Some fault hidden beneath the surface that you don’t see until the ground splits and swallows up the unfortunate soul above.

This time, it’s a comment about how much more useful you’d be as a cockwarmer.

The plastic fork is an inch from his eye by the time you finish blinking.

“Nikto, stop!”

It snaps in his tight fist – but stops. Krueger hasn’t even processed how close he was to losing half his sight before you’re yanking Nikto back by the straps. He’s growling, snarling, half-crazed over a comment he’s made himself. You abandon your mostly full tray and the table altogether, putting all your weight and strength into dragging him from the cafeteria.

“Calm down, that’s enough!” you shout over the animalistic sounds ripping from his throat.

He turns on you instead. Pins you to the wall just outside, in full view of anyone passing on their way to dinner.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he’s chanting. Ripping through your pants (that’s the second pair this week) and thrusting against the seam of your ass. Already leaking precum from an obsidian tip at the small of your back, the corpse-pale base nestled between your cheeks. If he had the coordination through the frenzy, he’d stuff it into you dry and tight. As it is, it’s all he can do to buck against you, fingers digging divots into the cement wall, dust raining down on your face.

Mine, mine, mine, he chants inside your skull in languages known and unknown. You’re leaking through your underwear, too overwhelmed and bewildered to be anything but turned on. Fear is synonymous with attraction, those two wires soldered together and circuited to your pussy.

Copper fills your nose, warmth drips down your lips. Nikto scents it like a hound, yanks your head back to lap at the blood, groaning into your mouth.

Yours, yours, yours as his cock splutters against your spine, too hot. Tingly, almost caustic. You can barely breathe and he’s hauling you over one big shoulder, scooping your slick to prod at the hole he was just grinding against.

Us as you’re pinned with nowhere to go and no voice to praise or protest. In a room darker than a void. Suspended on an endless continuum of pleasure and pain, phantom claws raking your skin and phantom mouths filling whatever holes his cock isn’t occupying.

Sometimes you wonder if the plural “we” and “us” he tends to use is in reference to you and him, or…

The mission is going to be a success, it always is. You separate from the rest of the KorTac squad, shooing Nikto’s hands out from under your shirt. The claw marks still sting; the sooner you can get out of tac gear, the better.

He cracks his neck as the two of you approach the infil point. It sounds like snapping bone. A crescent moon carves into the night sky, sharp enough to cut yourself on.

“Is it time, khozyain?”

Those cajoling whispers caress your ears again. To let him run rampant, to let him fill your bath with blood. He’d be a scourge on the earth if you let him, a one-man apocalypse. The death of the world for a slip of the tongue.

Your hold on his leash is so tight that it’s imprinted past the skin, down into muscle. But on nights like tonight, for things like this… you let out the lead.

“Stay clear of Point B,” you remind into your com.

“Roger,” all others agree.

If they know what’s good for them, they’ll abide by the plan like holy writ. Not even you can promise their lives if they stray.

Shadow looms behind you, grows with each beat of your heart, spills over your shoulders, threads down your arms. You don’t dare glance at the inhuman head hovering right by yours, the maw parting for vicious, pearlescent teeth and pooling saliva. Hungry. Starving.

“Nikto.”

A rolling, ravenous churr vibrates through your skull. The lowest windows of your target begin to crack.

“Hunt.”

A little extra love (John "Soap" MacTavish)

TW: Stalking, curse words (no I do not condone this behavior, i just like reading and writing about it)

It was this shifting feeling you got when you saw him for this first time. His bright blue eyes staring down at you through his thick eyelashes, "Soap" he called himself, when he did introduce himself to you. You had just made an ass of yourself by falling Infront of everyone in the cafeteria, and here he was, helping you clean up while smiling like it wasn't a big deal.

It was weird, being really embarrassed, your entire face red, ready to cry but now it's like slithering insects running through your entire body, ready to bust open if you don't get even a slip of information about him. You use to be more rational, more concerned for yourself when you started following him around, but now, that reason is out the window.

You can't help it though! It really isn't your fault you remind yourself, he did in fact help you when no one else did. He noticed you when most people would turn a blind eye, but oh, how he was different. You knew deep down he had these wonderful feelings for you, just think about it.

He smiled at you in the hallways when he passed you, even sometimes greeting you with a wave or saying your name, you even started to notice how he started wearing your favorite colors, sometimes it was his socks, or his undershirt. But you like to think he asked around to figure out what it was so he could secretly empress you. You even took notice to how he stated getting coffee around the same time you did, no it didn't make a difference that maybe you stayed an extra fifteen minutes in the cafe, but he showed up! He showed up and everyday and that's what matters.

It started feeling really special when you started realizing what routine he had. Waking up at the same time everyday, eating a similar breakfast that you decided to take on yourself, that way you knew what kind of foods to make him when yall would be fully together. You knew that he often hanged out with Ghost, presumably his best friend, and how one of his main topics to talk about was bombs. That's how you figured out he was a demolition expert.

I mean every time you got to hear any part of his conversations with anyone it was really like he was talking to you, why else would he talk to smooth and calm if it wasn't to secretly comfort you. The real can of worms opening was when you heard about him talking about a women one day with Ghost.

Your invitation to you was finally realized, you knew he had feeling for you and were just to shy to say anything, but hearing how he talked about you to someone, it was perfect. He was ready to commit, he was ready for the next step. Now reckon he hasn't talked to you much but this meant something.....

Something like being welcomed into his room when he wasn't there. Now you know this isn't the greatest idea, but how else are you gonna make sure to be prepared for everything Soap has to offer you if you don't know him one hundred percent. Taking a look around his room you were a little disappointed, you had expected him to be neat and clean but there was clothes everywhere, and laundry undone. His bed unmade, but his desk was put together, and his wights where set together neatly. He must be so disoriented you think to yourself. Not getting to talk to you very often must be putting on a mental load for him, so you start cleaning. I mean that is what a wonderful girlfriend does. You also wipe down his desk and reorganize his papers in alphabetical order. Oh how you love him so much.

You decide sense you are officially his and you did help him clean you should get a reward right? it's only fair. So you grab a shirt that hasn't been washed so it fully smells like him. You grab a bottle of cologne and a chewed up piece of gum out of the trash to put into your mouth. You lay in between his sheets and smell him on the pillows. In the bathroom you smell his toothbrush and rub it under your nose to smell him. You apply his shampoo to your hands, letting the suds fall into the bathtub to imagine what it would be like to take a shower with him. Wrapping his towel around you and smiling to yourself.

You do hope he appreciates the effort you put into your relationship. After all, you are the only one for him.

Hope you enjoyed! I'm thinking for the next one I will maybe do it from his point of view?

Forever his 🩷Soap🩷

Some small tidbits of what I think Soap would do if he fell in love

John "Soap" MacTavish who smiles to himself when thinking of you. John "Soap" MacTavish who might or might not take a small bottle of your perfume/cologne to spray on his pillow at night. John "Soap" MacTavish who writes letters to his mother back home about the beauty that is in his life, who promises to bring them to meet her.

John "Soap" MacTavish who makes sure to memorizes your favorite songs so he can learn the words to sing them to you John "Soap" MacTavish who made Ghost promise that if push comes to shove on a bad mission, he will be there to look after you.

I hope you loved it, I am thinking of maybe doing some of these for a few other characters *kisses*

Soaf

Office worker Soap who almost poops his pants everyday, because you bring him non decaf coffee and he can't bear to tell you that he can't have dairy products.

His prying eyes -Nikto-

Feeling your fingers glide across the keyboard as you continue your progress to end the day. Lord knows how many hours you have been cramped over your computer trying to find out wanted data for your team.

You would think that sense hacking is a big part of the military maybe they would give you a more comfortable work space, but yet you got stuck with a squeaky chair and dim lighting. Standing up to stretch and flex your calves, you walk to the much needed coffee that's in the vending machine.

"y/n"

It was so light that you almost didn't catch it, you almost didn't hear the quick breath of your name that rolled off his tongue.

Your skin is crawling, it is like your entire body has been alerted of something near that shouldn't be. Shifting your eyes from one end of the hall to another ,you look but there is nothing. Maybe your just paranoid. It can certainly happen when your staring at the same screen all day.

You start retrieving back to your working desk only to be startled that your coworker is sitting there. "Nikto" you say out loud. How in the balls did you miss seeing this giant guy walk right into your office, let alone sitting in your chair.

"We came to see if you have finished with what we needed" He rasps out.

You walk to your desk to start printing out the papers that needs to go into the vanilla file. "Ya I am just about done here, it took me awhile but thankfully I was able to attain everything we needed". He grunts in response but it is something you expected.

Nikto is a man of short talks, he speaks when needed and sometimes he doesn't speal even when it is needed. Most of the time he grunts or huffs, walking around base like he has no care in the world, but what you didn't know is that he did have a care for you. A very small crack in his shitty heart that he set to the side when it came to you. Something you never seemed to notice was the fact that he was the one to always come to retrieve you when you were needed, or be the first one to spare with you when it came to practice your combat skills.

He never really cared much when it came to women in his life, but god did the hair on his skin stand when he sees you. His mouth dries out and his hands start to shake, you've been a part of his team for a while and he hopes to keep it that way.

Grabbing ahold of the file and passing it on to him, he says a simple thanks and walks out, not to long after you follow in his foot steps sense work is done and over with.

you just wish you could break this feeling that your being watched.

--- I hope you enjoyed this little chapter I wrote out for yall. Please know that this is my first time writing fanfiction so if you don't like it please don't leave any mean comments, but if you have any ideas on how I can improve please let me know!!!---

All eyes on you -Nikto-

Nikto couldn't understand the feelings he had coursing through his veins, why his pulse was quickening, his hands were clammy, and his throat felt dry, but how lovingly he stared at you with his bright blue eyes. He was absolutely smitten on how your night shirt wrapped around your curves just right, how he could make out the outline of the rolls on your side. How you were shuffling your feet on the ground with a slight smile on your face, while he watched your entire face turn red from blushing so hard. The steam from your shower was still rolling off of you, hair wet and tangled. He had wanted nothing more then to be by your side tonight, to hold you close to his chest and to feel your soft skin. To feel your chest rise and fall and to hear you breathing out loud. He needed to know that you were alive and next to him throughout the night. The thoughts in his head could be a lot for him at times, making up scenarios that had him fighting rage inside that one couldn't see from the outside, but when you invited him in to spend the night when he confessed that he needed you by his side, he knew that he would punish himself if he said no. You were absolutely perfect to him. You are his entire world, his savior in life, the one he needs without even realizing at times. When he decides to strip down to nothing besides his boxers and mask, and asked you if you were comfortable with sharing the bed together, you finally felt like the missing piece in your body was sliding into place. He was so gentle and almost hesitant when you laid yourself next to him. It was like you were going to break if he touched you to hard. You could feel his arm curling itself around you, placing his hand along side your back with the biggest sigh being left out. The hair on his chest was smooth and the scars on his skin deep. When he thought you were asleep he would smell your hair trying to engrave it into his brain. He would rub his hands along side your back and rub his feet along side yours. He was in heaven and he never wanted to let go. He knew that one day he was going to die, and if that day was tonight laying next to you, he would fully accept it with his only thoughts being of you.

I hope you enjoyed reading, this is definitely one of my favorite post so far. I hope yall's night/day is going well.

His favorite -Ghost-

Simon "Ghost" Riley who bought a glass cup of your favorite color so he can drink bourbon out of. Simon "Ghost" Riley who nicknamed his gun a similar name to yours. Simon "Ghost" Riley who pushes soap over during meal times so he can sit next to you first.

Simon "Ghost" Riley who watches the insane amount of TikTok's you send him so you know that he appreciates them

Simon "Ghost" Riley who is always a few inches behind you in the battle field because he would never let anyone harm you.

I hope you enjoyed, maybe tomorrow I will post something about price. Thank you!!!

Deadpool

Yall I can't wait to watch the new Deadpool movie, THAT MAN CAN BREAK EVERY 207 BONES IN MY BODY, I just want him to love me. You better believe I'm busting more then a nut when I watch it.

Lost and found -König-

Tw: some cuss words?

When I tell you that König is a southern man in my head, heee is.

You knew that when you were in high school listening to the speeches of how to not to do drugs, or how bad drinking is for you, or how its double bad to drink and drive, you start to wonder why you didn't pay close enough attention because if you did you wouldn't be stranded on the side of the road.

Truthfully you weren't that tipsy, a shot here and there didn't kill you but having a run down car and only a small amount of water definitely did. You did not think that this was how your night was going to turn out. Watching your feet as you walk along side the road you put your thumb out in hopes of catching somebody, anybody really would be perfect. "Come ooooon" you yell out as another car passes you for the umpteenth time. You sit down in the grass feeling a bit embarrassed for yourself while trying to keep your puke in rather then out. How nice it was to finally see a truck pull over to the side of the road after sitting there waiting for so long, your knight and shining armor. You stood up to slowly start walking to the truck while you feel your nerves go haywire, when the biggest gol darn man you have ever seen steps out of the drivers side. "Hey are you okay?" "Do you need help?"

Your entire body is frozen in place, that is not a knight in shining armor, that is a executioner, why the hell does he have a rag over his face, why is he so big? he looks like he could squeeze your head right in between his arms and you would pop like a cherry. "My name is König, I am sorry to scare you, I just saw you sitting here and wanted to see if you needed any help". You watch as he takes off his red flannel and hesitantly hands it to you. "Here, you can wear this, its a bit chilly out here" As you slowly reach up to grab his flannel you peak at the back of the sticker that on his truck. "Military" you state out loud. König chuckles a bit and nodes his head. "Ya I am in the military, a good chunk of my life really"

"If you want I can drive you someplace safe, or you can use my cellphone to call someone"

If only you knew any numbers on the top of your head, you politely ask him to take you back home. He walks around his truck to open up the door for you as you climb into the passenger seat. Trying to cover your bottom with your hand as you do so, because your skirt might just be a little to short. You watch as he closes the door and steps back into the drivers seat. Sitting there as he starts to drive back onto the road you slip the flannel on. You never would have expected his flannel to smell as good as it does. Like a crisp wood smell with a hint of smoke, and definitely some sweat and dirt to. Maybe because you have been a bit buzzed, only know you have realized that this man has a thick Australian accent as he is speaking to you. "Your jacket is so warm" you say as you cut him off. You see him peeking at you through the corner of his eye, but as he starts to ask you were you live you fall asleep with your head against the window.

This image is from hqsugax on twitter.

So I do have an idea of maybe adding a second part to this but I am not positive yet. I hope you enjoyed my little story of one of my favorite husbands. Thanks for reading.

To far to touch -Ghost-

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, his therapist looking straight at him.

"Let's go through this again" Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he starts to focus on his finger tips, then his shoulders and his ears It was like he could feel your presence close by, walking through the hallways, taking a shower, sitting down to eat a meal. "She was my everything" He says outload. He remembers the way that you would hold out your hand as a way to invite him to sit with you. The clothes he would pick out for you when you would ask him to. The big smile that overcame most of your face when he would laugh at your jokes. "Then why did you kill them?" He felt his heart stop and his head light. During these moments when he was in this office he sometimes would remember that he is there and not somewhere with you. "What are you talking about?" his voice sounding a bit squeaky. "You don't remember Simon?" Think of the flowers, think of the hospital bed and the morning dew" He was close to crying at this point, his hands gripping the chair like it was going to be ripped from his grasp. "Y/N asked me to!" His breathing heavy and hard. "Y/n was ill" he said to himself.

You held his hand as he led you to the flowers, the roses that you guys had planted together many months before. The unforgivable favor, the whisper he still hears when the sun starts to show. "Put me to rest Ghost, put me out of this pain" He would wish that his gun might get stuck in the chamber when he set it against your temple. "Remember me always" "Always and forever" He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly. "I don't know what your talking about" he would repeat as he does each day. When the cuffs are put back on his wrist and Price is walking him back to his cell, he can almost catch your perfume as if you were there with him.

I am not sure how i feel about this one exactly but maybe I will re write it down the line when I have more thought for it. I hope you enjoyed!