#nikto x reader smut

[lizzy019]

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Nikto who has a lopsided cock because the bindings Zakhaev put him in made it mould uncomfortably. It's never fully erect anymore, and it doesn't exactly feel the same as it used to. He feels it through the moment, whether it be a passionate or aggressive night with you.

Nikto who has a missing testicle and suffers with hypospermia (the lack of sperm cells but not infertile). He didn't know if you would still want to suck him off, and he was quite nervous to show you. But everything seemed to change when you got on your knees to kiss his half erection and cup his one testicle.

Nikto who can't suck love marks into your skin because of his broken, misshapen and malnourished lips. While he would love to see your neck and shoulders covered in hickeys and nibbles, is biting such a bad option?

Nikto who absolutely adored your body, and he honestly would kill to see you in lingerie. The lacey fabric would make you look angelic, more so that you already look! Maybe a bright white or a suiting shade of deep green would look nice on you, but he doesn't know if you want to wear it and he won't force you,

Nikto who DEFINITELY has a breeding kink. It's the Russian part of him, he needs to have offspring to keep his name going. And when you're finally pregnant, growing a child just for him within your womb, he would still eat you tf out, even when you're just a bit too close to the finish line.

Nikto who loves degrading you when he's on top, but melts and fucking nuts when you praise him in any sort of way. He's damn near never gotten any validation during sex, but with you? No, he knows his cock is making you feel good.

Nikto who only lasts long when he's on top, forcing his misaligned cock into you with brutally paced thrusts. He'll be moving you into different positions every few minutes, needing to feel you in every possible way. Just... not when he's bottoming. He'll cum so quick that it almost always leads to you receiving some head.

Nikto who got fucking hard in his pants the first time he saw you naked. Like- damn. Why the hell did you have to be so damn gorgeous? How could he ever manage to catch someone as stunning as you? He worships you, mainly whenever it's an intimate setting.

Nikto who definitely gropes you a bit too hard. You have to forgive him, малышка, you're just so pretty! Mainly your tits, whether you have or not. Pretty nipples hardening under the callouses of his hand, he just can't get enough!

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[diejager]

First Cw: Smut, sex work, porn, cam girl, dildo, riding, dildo mount, self-hate, depressive thought?, whorshiping, tell me if I missed any.

Part 4

He watched your live, your body writhing in your sheets, back arched and head thrown back in pleasure. His body unmoving, body rigid underneath his armour, eyes unblinking and back straightening against the backrest, as he stared at his screen. He never touched himself when he watched you from afar, eyeing your hips rolling against the mount you strapped to a pillow, riding the dildo you suctioned to the plastic stand.

You rode it slowly, chest heaving while you ran your hands over your breasts in a sensual way, your finger running over your glossy lips, caressing your jaw and down the curve of your throat, your sweaty and shimmering skin. Your hands travelled down the valley of your tits, pinching your perky nipples with painted nails, a pretty red, powerful and vibrant —sexy in every manner. His eyes followed the hand that dipped down your stomach, over your slick mound and spreading your lips to show your viewers the silicone cock that stretched you out.

His hot breath sounded loudly behind his mask, it would've fogged up his glass if he wore any, his laboured breathing coming out in shoulder-moving puffs. His cruel eyes dilated, pupil rounder than usual as his eyes stuck obsessively at your cunt, his ears ringing with the loud, echoing squelch of your cunt and the eerie silence of his locked room, and body strained with self-restraint, fingers curled into a fist. He felt dazed, mind numbed to all but you and what you brought out of him: his slurred reaction, his oversensitive nerves and his increased heat.

You were like a drug to him —addiction, ascension, delirium. Your mewls breaching his broken mind and your bouncing body burning itself into his eyes, hearing and watching you gush around the toy, cunt fluttering wildly as you shuddered, hair sticking to your forehead and skin flushed. Despite his growing needs, the swelling that tightened his pants to an uncomfortable extent, he made no move to chase it, to soothe the pain and ache that filled his body, like a wave crashing against his scarred and disfigured body, and the wind blowing him away like the insignificant specks of sand that caked the earth.

He wouldn’t touch himself after the show, sending you money for the perfect show and drowning himself in a freezing shower to wash off the sin, his greatest mistake of loving something so precious and beautiful. He let his cock grow soft under the water, the occasional jump of his cock reacting to the arousal that still lingered in his bloodstream and the coolness of the water.

He couldn’t help himself, he promised, he fought, he glared, but nothing could stop a wandering mind, a needy and vulnerable shell of a broken man that wanted nothing but a fleeting moment of love, of affection —of utter devotion.

“Hello?” The voice was as sweet as the last time he heard it, the softness and affection that deepened his scars, “Nikto?”

“Милая,” his voice came out in a low rasp, throat dried and muscle dehydrated. He spent too much time hiding himself than caring for himself, “You did well.” [Sweetheart]

You laughed, your gentle and angelic chuckle at his compliment —fitting the stage name you used, Seraphim. He was reminded again why talking to you felt like a sin, blasphemy committed by him to his goddess. Perhaps he shouldn’t have called, daring to be so near a being much greater than him, pure and fragile. For all his self-restraint, he was a weak, weak man, always chasing for more when he’s already lost so much.

“Thank you,” you sighed. He heard sheets shuffle, your body rolling to your stomach, face propped up on your chin while he spoke to you on the phone, “When are you coming back?”

“Cкоро.” [Soon.]

Part 6

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[sergeantnex]

Nikto x Reader: Prying Eyes (Smut)

Nikto hadn't meant to watch, but he couldn't find it in himself to look away. You both were waiting on extraction after being forced to swim through cold water to a safehouse. The small house offered little privacy and little heat, not that the cold bothered Nikto. The Russian male made comments about how the cold reminded him of home while you shivered greatly. Small whimpers leaving your throat as you shivered from the cold. You pulled your gear off and began laying it out in hopes it would dry some. Nikto hadn't expected you to pull your shirt off and squeez out as much water as you could before laying it out as well.

His stern blue eyes watched as you pulled your boots off before tugging your pants off. You repeated the action of squeezing as much water as possible before laying them out as well. He knew logically he should look away and give you privacy, but he couldn't help but let his eyes wonder about your body. His eyes were watching as you shivered again as you seemed to debate on wrapping up in the blanket. His eyes widened slightly when you pulled your sports bra off, granted with a bit of a struggle from it being wet. You squeezed out the water before laying it out. Nikto eyes took in the sight of your nipples being perked from the cold. The pretty pink buds drew his attention swiftly, and a desire boils up inside him to take them into his mouth and to suckle at them.

Nikto hadn't felt such desires so strongly in years. Then again, he was usually partnered with male operators. Nikto wouldn't lie he was very aroused just watching you strip away the wet layers of clothes in hopes of ringing out the water and that they would dry quicker. It wasn't a bad idea, honestly, but he denied himself so much when it came to contact and pleasure. His blue eyes remained locked on you now naked form as you grabbed the blanket and began wrapping yourself up. His dick pressed eagerly against his flight suit in hopes of getting some form of action. Nikto kept watching you. Watching as you shivered almost desperate to warm up. His desire to watch you pleasure yourself grew, so he pretended to be looking away.

"I can hear your teeth chattering, comrade. Why not pleasure yourself? It's the next best thing to share body heat." Nikto wasn't exactly wrong. Outside of sharing body heat, anything to make your heart beat faster worked best. Nikto had never lied to you about anything he had ever said before, so you had no reason not to trust his word now. Although there was one problem for you, Nikto was in the room, and if he had just turned his head a little bit, he would see everything.

"But you're in here.." You whispered, which drew his attention. Nikto's blue eyes locked with yours before he stood to approached you. You could see the outline of his erection in his flight suit. How it twitched and pulsed, eager for attention.

"Ah, but, Голубь, you had no problem stripping down. Bending over to show such a beautiful pussy." Nikto said now leaning to slightly be over you, his gloved hand gliding up the outside of your thigh. He watched your eyes widen in shock as you realized he had been watching. He knew you couldn't see the smirk on his scarred lips, but that didn't stop the smirk from forming. Nikto gently nudged your legs open, giving you space to pull away if you wanted.

"Come now, Голубь, won't you continue to give me a show?" Nikto unzipped the zipper over his cock, gently pulling his length free for you to see. You had never thought you'd see Nikto like this in all the years of working with him, not that you minded. Giving a small whine you wet your fingers and placed them on your clit. You sheepishly looked up to meet his blue eyes only to find them watching you so intently. A small groan left him as he removed one of his gloves. His scarred hand coming to stroke his cock above you, his warm body so close and yet so far. You moan out letting your head drop back at the sight of him gently stroking his cock. You open your legs, further letting him watch as you dipped your fingers into your warmth. The slick sounds of your fingers thrusting into your pussy echoed around you both.

Nikto softly tugged your hand away as he moved to run his tip through your labia gathering your slick. You arched your back with a moan only to whine when he didn't sink his length into you. Your hand returned with greed to ease to boiling arousal that was simmering just below. With your slick acting as the perfect lube, Nikto swiftly matches your pace. Your fingers desperately rubbing at your clit, doing everything you could to cum from such a pretty sight of Nikto's pre-cum dripping on to your labia. On impulse, you swiped your fingers through his dripping pre-cum and pressed it inside of you. With a low curse, Nikto jerked your hand away again, only to replace it with his own. His rough fingers slipping into your soaked cunt. He set a brutal pace, fucking you on his fingers as he seemed to have snapped. His thumb rubbed circles on your clit and he roughly pumped his fingers into you.

"That's it, Голубь, cum for me." He growled out as you arched your back. Your toes curling and your walls clenching his fingers as you began to cum. Nikto didn't slow until he saw you squirm in overstim. Once you squirmed, he pulled his hand away and moved to finish himself. Much to his delight, you sank to your knees and took the tip into your mouth. It didn't take long for Nikto to start cumming. His thick seed coating your tongue with each rope of cum.

"Don't swallow, show me." Nikto growled out as he tilted your head back. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out letting him see his thick cum mixing with your saliva. He softly closed your mouth and watched as you swallowed before he opened your mouth again.

"You'll be the death of me.." He groaned and began pulling away before your bare hand grabbed his ungloved one.

"Can we do this again? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you..." You whispered, drawing his attention. Nikto seemed to pounder on the matter before sighing, knowing his answer immediately.

"Da, but don't expect me to show much of myself." Nikto said softly, petting your hair before pulling away. He rewrapped you in the blanket before sitting near you after fixing himself in his suit. Nikto wasn't wrong on what he had said. You were no longer shivering. Instead, you felt decently warm all wrapping up in the blanket.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

An Ode To Greed

Nikto x F!Reader || Smut Drabble W. An Utterly Down Bad Man (AKA Nikto)

No Dark Themes - Body worship, praise/dirty talk, p in v, edging, implied overstim, cunnilingus, implied somnophilia (but it's totally up to you), domestic Nikto, implied dom/sub & switch dynamics, etc. Minors interacting will be blocked.

Nikto was nothing less than an attentive lover. 

Many days you found the man already done with the chores before you had the chance to get up—the light spilling through the curtains on his day off from KorTac. He was an early riser, the large Russian, always itching to move and to get his mind going. The mornings were organized, methodical, and always delicately thought out to the last detail: what cup he would use for his tea—black tea, of course, with lemon—to what he would clean first. Even down to the ingredients of the breakfast he would make you, leveled and weighed on the kitchen counter waiting for his experienced hand.

You left the cooking to him, and he never disappointed. 

But…on the very rare days Nikto chose to sleep in, that body as big and as all-consuming as a bear rumbling right next to yours, it was something to greedily latch at like a cat with a toy. Luckily, your influence was the one thing that could always reduce the Russian to a panting dog in heat. 

“Птичка,” Nikto grunts harshly into your ear, his hand grasping your hip as your breasts jerk along the mattress under you. Your mouth is open in a feral example of drunk pleasure, fingers kneading the ruined sheets. “Good girl, yes? Taking it so deep for us, this cunt.”

You whine loudly, eyes clenching shut as the sounds of wet rutting echo in your ringing ears. Your legs shake, backside up and chest stuck to the bed with Nikto’s shadow looming, repeating the action of grinding his cock in and out of your weeping slit one shove of his pelvis at a time. Everything about him was large, down from his appetite to his need for sex—you were always happy to feed him in whatever way possible. 

Nikto’s hand rubs up and down your thigh, pulling himself back to grip the both of them tightly and watch, sweat dripping down his throat. The cold eyes widen at the sight of your pussy taking him down one increasingly fast thrust at a time, the shine of your slick staining his thighs, slipping down where it cools and adds to the dichotomy of temperatures. 

“Speak,” he licks his lips, pushing your sleep shirt higher up your back with a flexing hand. He needs to watch. Nikto flights down a shaky breath, head tilting to the side as your walls tighten. The Russian groans throatily, clenching his teeth and bearing them like a mutt.

He’s been edging you for hours, a near-cruel way to see your eyes go glossy and drool to pool on the sheets. He almost gave in multiple times—particularly when he’d been tongue-deep into you, running his calloused thumb over your clit as your thighs trapped his head at your core. The remnants still drip from the divots of his facial scars, and he licks at the corner of his mouth to taste once more with a grunt of worshiping satisfaction. 

Delicious.

When you can’t utter up more than a writhing whimper, nostrils flaring for air and lungs heaving, you hear his low chuckle before fingers grasp your chin firmly and pull. A tongue finds the side of your angled face as you’re trapped against his bulky chest, his arm strapping your side as the muscle leaves a long stripe of saliva over your jaw.

The angle leaves him thrusting up, and his free hand travels slowly from your waist to your pulsing bundle of nerves, tapping your flesh cunningly as he goes.

You moan brokenly through an agonizing electricity of senses, head snapping back to Nikto’s shoulder as your hips jerk; back arching as the tension in your body grows ever stronger. 

You needed it—you needed to let go, feel the devastating breaking of your release slamming through you. 

“Speak,” Nikto grinds out into your ear as tears slip from the corner of your eyes—teeth bite all along your neck, thighs smashing into the back of yours. All the while, rapid circles run over your clit, and the sounds follow a feral rhythm that would leave no question to anyone else as to what was going on in this bedroom. It was the way you’d been reduced to nothing but a toy for him to ring pleasure out of that made this perfect—starting so greedily that you’d had him all to yourself this morning; letting his eyes roll into the back of his head as you’d rode him, his arms shaking as his spend had filled you, spilling out over his lower body when he’d finally finished his broken thrusting. 

“Nikto,” you stutter, biting your lip and feeling every inch of his cock bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm that you’d been begging for ages to let loose. “Please, fuck, please, I’m so close.”

“Да,” Nikto grunts, holding you closer as you quiver in a deliriously confused arousal, playing with you. He smirks, but you know the tension in his abdomen that builds and builds against your spine. The man pants, cruising out in growled Russian under his breath, heavy and hard. He barks, “Can feel it. We know your little squirms by now, hm? We know that way your eyes roll back—your pretty pussy, Птичка. She is too good for me,” Niko smirks into your skin, taking a deep breath as his fantasies take over, hot breath puffed into your slick flesh. “I can’t help but want to leave her begging one more time, just to watch how she will flutter.”

“Please!” You sob, hands clawing behind to grasp at the man’s head, shoving it further into your neck as your body tightens, legs all but numb. The Russian grumbles in approval, liking the way your nails drag his close-shorn hair. “Fuck, Nikto, please, I need it so bad.”

It was like you’d lost your mind and your dignity all at once. 

“We know,” Nikto’s scars move up and down your back, and you can sense every rub and caress of them intimately. To have him in this way was as addictive as it was the first time. 

Nikto bites more and more at your shoulders, nipping your ear and inhaling your scent—so much like a dog it was pathetic the way he was obsessed with your body; your orgasm. While you had no trouble coaxing one out of him in whichever way you desired, he always made yours a spectacle and a mystery. Rope, toys, blindfolds…there was only a limit if you said there was one, and that was something that only needed to be said once.

But there was something to be worshipped about the raw, animalistic, desperate fucking with Nikto that never seemed to get old. Especially when it was in your bed, especially when you had watched his cold eyes be blown wide by lust as his cock grew hard, especially when you could spend the rest of the day naked in your penthouse; skin on skin, switching dominance like a coin to be tossed. 

Nikto was good at giving you exactly what you wanted, and not an inch less. So different from the standoffish brute that he showed to everyone else. Nonetheless, he was, you suppose, still that same brute—but your brute. And, fuck, if he wasn’t using you like a perfect deadly instrument in his arsenal, making sure you worked properly. 

Your breath is cut off to gasped moans, lower body vibrating and cunt so wet that the sloping suck of Nikto’s stained cock was heard and felt far more violently. 

The man’s gargantuan hand spreads from your flesh to press into your abdomen, and you sob loudly at the sensation of thin skin above the indent of a prodding mound; nails almost drawing blood from where they drag at Nikto’s head.

“Please,” you repeat as if a broken record. “Oh, Nikto, please, fuck—”

“Shh,” Nikto shushes, still abusing your clit before he presses his previously prodding hand above your heart, in the process, groping at your breast; kneading as you place open-mouthed and saliva-dripping kisses to the beast’s chin—a coy attempt to please him into allowing you your nearing release. 

Nikto’s fingers push and pull, and your walls strangle him just right until his balls are betraying him, tensed and near bursting as he grunts and groans, all of his words a garble of gravel and sandpaper. 

The accent, while it lets you know he’s just as desperate as you are when it gets like that, only makes the knot in your stomach flare with friction. You loved it when he was minutes away from breaking.

“Want to feel your heart stutter.” It’s more of a command than a suggestion, and your hips try to meet his rutting as best as they can, arms losing strength as the pressure mounts you as Nikto does. Voice a harsh grind, he accentuates his point by pushing you back down the mattress all the way, getting the angle he needs to pound into the softest part of your cunt as you keen so loud you’re thankful you have the place all to yourselves because you can’t stop making sounds you can’t be described. Your body is bent and pushed to the limit, sweat and the scent of sex potent in your nose. 

Nikto fucks like it’s the last time you’ll ever take his cock. 

“Want to know the exact moment you claw for air again when you gasp it all away, my Птичка. My sweet little Птичка. Drug to my senses, yes? Can never take cunt unless it’s yours,” his voice grows faster, breathier, English words slurring until he divulges into his mother tongue, losing all sense beyond how you suck him in and squeeze him—warm walls inviting and the only place to spill himself. He can’t even jerk off anymore; you’ve ruined it for him. 

He needs to fill you up until he has nothing left to give: the only mission that he’d complete time and time again with no complaints or second guesses. The only mission that mattered. 

Nikto barks and spits, biting your flesh as you plead one last time.

“Tell me,” you all but shout. “Tell me I can—”

“Да!” Is the reverberating answer, and the way your body immediately responds is nothing short of utter devotion. 

Your body seizes, shoving itself into the mattress as the headboard slams into the wall, arching and toes curling—the knot in your core snaps as if cut by a crude knife, sawing you in half as your release gushes to flood out of the ring of Nikto’s plug. 

The Russian’s hand over your breast squeezes as you ride out your high on him, Nikto’s own orgasm rising to meet yours as it always does, only able to get off after he knows he’s done a good job of pleasing you. His scarred face buries itself into your neck, mouth open as his silent release is accented by the small, cut-off, grunt he gives with every slowing thrust. The joining of your flooded womb and his shining cock is a milky frothing of cum, sounding like someone slapping thickened water as the sticky juices are a testament to lustful need. They slip down your thighs, as Nikto licks and sucks on your skin, unable to slip himself out of you and your welcoming walls as they flutter. 

With every tightening surge of your cunt, he instinctively grinds himself further into you again, and you whine as his lips finally find your mouth, tongue pushing inside, still tasting of your cum. Eyes rolling back, you let his tiny thrusts continue if only to hear his canid-like groans and feel the slap of his balls so close to your puffy clit. 

You moan into his mouth as his teeth nip at your lips, sucking at your tongue before the ringing of your ears fades to hear his growls between the wet gasps.

“Get a good taste of us. I’m greedy, yes? Hungry. No worries…you will be our завтрак.”

The rolling over of your body and the spreading of your legs is all but expected, and you lay there with a smirk rising to your sweaty face as the monstrous man slips downward and slots his face right back where it belongs: shoving itself up against your fucked-out cunt, Nikto’s cum slobbering out and mixed with your own.

The first swipe of his greedy, fat tongue has your shaking legs curling around his head as he shudders in arousal, grunting out muffled words as you whine and slam your head back to the pillow.

“Вкусный.”  

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

A/N: Literally idk where this came from but, I guess, take some Nikto smut lmao - still writing my reverse Price AU, but this hit me like a truck out of nowhere. Forgive me if this is literally horrible - I wrote it at 10, and I haven't written smut in a hot minute, lol

[nrdmssgs]

Yeah, a good half of his body is heavily scarred, whatever, now feel the friction of it and ride his thigh already. His life is not exclusively about grief.

[koenigsbleachedshirt]

How the CoD men would fuck you 🫵🏻

Including: König, Ghost, Keegan, Krueger, Nikto x reader (can be read as neutral)

Contains: dacryphilia, size kink, belly bulge, riding, bondage, sensory deprivation, impact play, face fucking, face-sitting, knife play, marking, blood play

(Nikto's is a bit on the extreme side, so be warned)

And don't call me out!!! I know my favorites show!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

König

is the type to make you ride him

guides you by your hips, slow and deep

if you're not riding him, he definitely loves taking you in missionary..... he loves seeing the bulge on your belly

loves leaving his handprints on your skin from gripping you so hard

definitely gets off on your height difference, loves manhandling the fuck out of you - expect to be thrown and bent without warning

Ghost

always so rough with you- he doesn't hide how much he wants you, he's unfiltered and unapologetic with what he does

will make you sit on his face, no matter how much you protest and whine about it... he WILL eat you out, no matter what - and he does it like a starved man

the type to fuck you in full nelson, or just crushing you under him mercilessly as he burrows his thick cock into you

definitely has a thing for pounding you senseless- has you drooling within MINUTES

will also definitely degrade the shit out of you- but in the "look at my cute little cocksleeve, takin' me so well." kinda way

Keegan

devil in disguise. This motherfucker will tie you up and have his way with you until you physically can't take it anymore

will tie your hands to the bed posts and go down on you until you beg for him to stop- he also definitely busted a load while you did

loves leaving hickeys on your thighs, tummy, and chest - only for him to admire

definitely praises the living daylights out of you to somewhat make up for the relentless teasing you suffer under him

ALSO,, he loves using toys on you. He will hold a vibrator on you or fuck it into you, watching your expressions as he does.... only to deny you your orgasm

Krueger

he's such a little shit..... he's the type to rough you up, get you naked, and then have you suck him off - he's not exactly the gentlest either, he WILL fuck your face, hands in your hair and all

he definitely gets off on seeing your tear-streaked face from when he shoved his cock down your throat a little too far and made you gag

other than that, he also loves to manhandle you around. His favorite positions are definitely doggy, reverse cowgirl, and missionary. He WILL leave his marks on you. Everywhere.

have i mentioned that he loves degrading you and making you cry? Because he will. And if it isn't from his cruel words, then it's definitely from his unforgiving, hard, deep thrusts. He doesn't go fast, no no no... he goes SO DAMN SLOW it's maddening.

also the type to make sure that when he cums, it's in his favorite, tight little hole ;)

Nikto

depending on his mood, he's either the sweetest or the meanest. No in-between. Either you'll cry because it's too much, or you'll cry because it's not enough.

the type to carve his initials into your skin, dip his fingers in your blood, and feed it to you, only to lean in and shove his greedy tongue into your mouth - eager to get a taste of you

he will fuck you either hard and fast, or deep and slow... and you won't get away. He will cage you in and make you take it.

the type to make you cum so many times you're a babbling, brainless mess- molded to the shape of him... or he will deny you so many times you cry and beg for it, but once he gives you what you want, don't expect him to stop until HE is satisfied

he WILL go down on you after he finished - wanting to taste what he made of you...

[idontknowreallyidontcare]

KorTac members are WHORES, you’re only safe because you’re Colonel’s favorite.

You never talk, always have your mask on and the clothes and gear you have to wear daily doesn’t give too much information about what you could be. Male? Female? Only you know, and only you’ll decide when and how you’ll tell others (at least that’s what you thought).

When women from the base hit on you, hugging, tugging on your arms, pressing their tits all over you, you definitely get flustered, but you don’t know how to break it to them, that you’re actually a female and pretty much enjoy yourself every night by watching big muscled men jerking off on the unholy sites, with their hairy torsos and their angry looking cocks.

One day, some rookies (too fed up with your mysteriousness) drag you to the communal showers, laughing and calling you out on never joining them for one. Making silly jokes as ‘you’re afraid of us or our dicks?’ ‘What’s it big boy? Your cocks too big to grant us the pleasure of its presence in the same room as us?’ Or ‘no I bet it’s actually small, he just doesn’t want us to see it!’ Or ‘guys leave him alone, you’re gonna get in trouble with colonel’

As you are being dragged, you arrive inside the showers, everything is on display and you know it, there’s no curtains, no privacy, of course, that’s why you shower always at night and ALONE. But when you’re thrown inside and all you can see are huge junks, wet muscles, tensed abs and men moaning, you truly understand how much you actually fucked up for wanting to cover up your identity so bad and leaving people just assume your gender.

Your colonel suddenly facing your way with his hard dick pointed directly at you it’s not making it easier for you. But the rookies starting to trash you around, throwing you from ones arms to another, while starting to jokingly remove your clothes it’s not of help either.

Hlep I have some big ideas w this one c:

I just wanna say that the rookies will definitely not be playing with us in that sense, and this will probably be a KorTac x some other members probably from taskforce141. Probably an orgy thingie or idk, still have to decide.

Under here a poll with the characters I have in mind, just vote and the most rated ones are getting it. I thing of making it with at least 5 men x reader :3

[lizzy019]

Guys I zoned out in class and had the FILTHIEST daydream of giving Nikto the best blowjob ever..

What were you doing?

It was deformed too.

But gladly, you gagged and choked yourself while trying oh so hard to take his length into your mouth. Tears bubbled in your eyes, blurring your vision and making his mask become a blob of pure black. Somehow he was still so handsome.

The stupid piercing that practically scraped your throat, hurting you every time you took it too deep. But oh, those harmonic sounds he was making just led you on. Opened a path for you to walk on, to walk alongside him.

Nikto's ungloved hand grasped at your hair, tugging it involuntarily as you made his thighs shudder. Why were you sucking him off so mercilessly? Did you not realize that he was practically on the verge of cumming?

"Моя драгоценная (my precious), please... I'm begging, I'm begging you, wait!" Moaning, whining, begging. Like the true bitch he is, but he was yours and you loved every sound that tumbled from his cracked and misshapen lips.

Nikto was starting to get antsy. He was shifting more, gripping at the mattress sheets and bucking his hips away from you before going right back to stuffing himself down your throat. So tight, so pliant, malleable in your desire to rain pleasure upon him.

He was getting close.

But you were still so focused. You were doing this so greedily, this was all you craved to do. Every fibre in your body was being magnetically pulled to his, and somehow that managed to get you between his thighs. Could you really complain though?

The mix of saliva and his own precum made everything easier despite its tangy taste. But still, you found yourself soaking your own undergarments just from how Nikto was acting. Restless, pitiful, pathetic. Just what you liked.

Maybe it was wrong of you to find such pleasure in his overstimulation, but you couldn't find the capacity to take mercy on him. No, he was going to finish in your mouth for a third time like the good boy he was.

And he did. His head was thrown back, his hips jolted sporadically and his fingers spasmed while holding on for dear life. All while his cock was mercilessly drained and sucked empty into your greedy mouth. How could you not? You were quite content in doing so anyway.

But once you took some of the best care of him afterwards, Nikto was swooning. Eyes wide in admiration as you hurried off to clean him up and offer him two different sets of pyjamas.

"Which one would be more comfortable for you?" The benevolence you held out for him to grab was simply something he couldn't get enough of.

He pointed to the dark blue sweatpants and tank top, sliding everything on before you both crawled under the blankets together for some much deserved rest. A soldier needs a break now and then, even from things such as their every day life.

Nikto was speechless, but he allowed everything you did. Then again, all you ever did was kiss his scars and worship him.

He could definitely get used to this.

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

Masked

a/n: is nikto a war criminal? Yes. Is he also a silly trans man I wanna shag? Mhm. Oh- also this one has utterly no plot, it’s just smut an per usual I don’t proof-read these 👍

Minors DNI

“поиметь-!” Nikto cried out as he tried desperately to match your thrusts, his pretty cunt swallowing your member in its pretty pink fold- his uniform sticking to his sweaty skin as tears pricking up in his eyes. “P-please darling, please-.” He begged as his bluntly cut nails dug into you, leaving red lines down your back.

this had to be at least the third time he came around your cock, his whimpers muffled him biting his lip as your tip softly kissed his cervix with every thrust, his whines from beneath his mask filling the room around you.

Soft little ‘ah-‘ sounds filled your ears as he clamped down on your cock like a vice, a small sheen of sweat covering his body as he shakily worked himself up and down on your girth. He just wanted to spend time with his lover while wearing his mask per usual- but a night of drinks and flirty remarks and ended him up in this position of being skewered onto your cock, grasping for purchase as your tip hit deep inside him again- his eyes fluttering closed as his eyes rolled back, back arching and seeing white.

he could feel the foggy wave of overstimulation hit him hard as he came down from his climax, the only thing keeping him awake was the warm feeling of your thrusts into him stuttering to a stop and the soft sensation of your arms holding him as you sat him up on the bed and cleaned him up a bit, praises falling from your mouth that he was too tired to hear as he slipped into sleep.

It was nice for him to finally have someone with him- to not be alone.

[yawnderu]

Sex Pollen — Nikto x Reader

CW: rough sex, humiliation, dirty talk, mild mind break.

"Жoпа... what did you do to us?" He whispers into your ear, voice rumbling as his strong arms hold you in place, hard cock rubbing against your ass from behind. Your own body responded to him before your hazy brain could even register his words, hips moving just enough to meet his lazy thrusts halfway.

"I'm sorry, Nikto... we didn't know." Yet it was still stupid. Your brain goes back to what caused this hot mess— going on a mission to an abandoned lab to gather intel, and Horangi being stupid enough to start picking up random vials and throwing them against the wall. You followed suit, ignoring the stern look Nikto shot your way when he entered the room you were at.

"You didn't know." He mocks with fake pity, voice growing even deeper, the sound rumbling from his chest to his throat. His mask presses against your neck as he begins to pull down your pants and underwear just enough to reveal your sweet cunt. A sharp hiss coming out of his lips before his hand fumbles to pull up the zipper of his flight suit and pull out his hard cock, sliding it between your thighs.

"Сука." He whispers right into your ear, cock sliding right along your slick folds. Nikto was a man of discipline, someone who was always able to resist any urges or temptation, yet here he was, grinding on you like a dog in heat, and you're letting him. You both know exactly what the drug you released from the vial was— the painful boner Horangi was trying (and failing) to hide on the helo ride back to base confirmed your suspicions.

"You are not sorry enough." His gloved hand grabs onto the back of your neck, manhandling you until your upper body is resting on the cold surface of your old desk, nipples hardening at the feeling of the cold metal hitting them directly.

"Fuck—" It's almost painful, the growing heat between your legs, your pulse quickening each passing second that you're not feeling his cock all over your pathetically wet cunt, yet that's short lived.

"What? Can't handle the consequences of your own actions, slut?" He softly kicks your legs apart, getting a better view at your cunt, glistening in the dim light of your quarters, the drug making your body respond before your brain. The tip of his dick sinks into you painfully slow, a small groan coming out of his throat at the new sensation on his already sensitive tip.

"Filthy little whore." He makes sure he's lined up well before thrusting into you with force, thick cock burying itself all the way deep within your wet, needy cunt. His hold on your hip is almost bruising as he starts fucking into you, not even giving you the time to adjust to his length, yet you don't need the time anyway. The sounds of your squelching pussy would be embarrassing if you could even think clearly, but it's almost as if he's taking away your thoughts with every single deep thrust.

"Nikto—" You manage to moan out, back arching on your desk as one of your hands comes up to your chest, rubbing and pulling on one of your nipples while your cunt gets used by the Russian man. His thrusts hold no love or care— simply a primal need to cum. His strong body leans over yours, hard gear pressing into your back, yet any sort of pain is quickly replaced by the heat pooling up in your stomach.

"You're just a fucktoy—" He grunts out, deep groans coming out of his lips as he pounds into you, heavy balls slapping against your clit every single time he buries himself to the hilt.

"A piece of meat for us to use." The hard plate of his mask digs into your back as he leans his forehead over it, breath hitching at the feeling of how good your wet cunt feels, how sensitive his cock is inside you. He keeps fucking into you hard and deep, each thrust sending you both closer to the edge, his free hand joining yours on your chest. He squeezes hard, dragging a whiny moan out of you before his gloved hand begins to rub and pull on your nipple harshly.

"Need— need more." You plead, ignoring the pathetic high pitch of your voice, losing any sort of shame. You can't afford shame when your superior is fucking you hard, letting everyone hear just how true his demeaning words are. His hand on your hip goes lower, pulling your hips up and forcing you to arch your back, the new angle hitting the perfect spot inside your cunt.

"Fuck— fuck, fuck, fuckkk." Your eyes close, allowing Nikto to possess your body in every single way. How could you not submit when he's slamming his fat cock all the way in? When his rough hand is pulling on your nipple, fondling the fat when he gets bored of torturing you.

"God— I love you." The words come out of your lips without even thinking about it, not having the chance to even process them because he starts slamming into you at a punishing pace, the tip of his cock hitting the entrance of your cervix with no issues at all.

"да? You're just a fuckhole to me— nothing more." He reminds you, movements growing more intense each passing second. The room fills with the sounds of your mixed moans and the slap of skin meeting skin. Nikto can feel his release building up, the desperation to get the drug out of his system becoming all-consuming. His grip on your tit tightens, thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own pleasure.

"Shit, I'm—" You can't even finish your sentence before your orgasm hits, cunt cramping down on Nikto's cock, legs trembling as you struggle to keep yourself up. He holds your hips higher, driving into you with a feral hunger before shoving himself all the way in, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he spills his cum inside you, body trembling with the release of his pent-up desire. His breathing is heavy and warm in your ear, slowly pulling out of you, thumbs spreading your cheeks to see the way his cum spills out of your abused hole.

"Not a word out of this." He warns, giving your ass a hard slap before shoving his cock back into his boxers and flight suit. All you can do is nod, trying your best to regain your breath as his thick, fertile seed spills down your thighs.

[blingblong55]

Mouth and toys (HC) -Cod Men NSFW

Based on a request: Hiii feel free to ignore this but could you maybe do f!reader who doesn’t really get off on penetration x the COD guys? If not no worries, I love your work :) ---- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, just a short HC, ---- A/N: I'm sorry if it isn't as lengthy as you might've wanted also, I decided to put them in categories so I don't repeat the same vibe for each character, some names will be repeated!

Eating you out and the use of a vibrator: Alejandro, Soap, Keegan, König and Nikto. 

Foreplay, sloppy make out to get you excited, slowly teasing your bud, finally fingers you, also kisses you and whispers sweet nothings whilst you moan and squirm: Rudy, Price, Velikan and Gaz

Takes his time to get you wet enough, and doesn't try to fuck you immediately but throughout the day, he makes sure to get you just horny enough, he is like a puppy to your cunt and eats you out slowly, so gently but doesn't move away when you've climaxed, even if you cry and whine: Ghost, Alejandro, Soap, Graves, Keegan, and Nikolai

Begins by tying you up, and slowly undresses you, foreplay is a must, once he spreads your legs open, he lets his tongue run wild, this is much more for him than it is for you, he begins to spread your folds and looks up so he can watch you react to him pressing his tongue on the sensitive bud: Makarov, Ghost, König, Adler and Gaz

Vibrator tapped to your thigh so youre wet enough for him to taste, lays you on the bed, and kisses you as you whimper and beg for him to do something, he shakes his head and laughs as he watches how your needy cunt aches for him, kiss you from head to toe before finally slipping his fingers in and letting his tongue lap at your clit: Price, Soap, Nikto, Gromsko, Alejandro, and Soap

Huge on 69'ing with you so you can get that pretty mouth to work: Gaz, Ghost, Makarov, Krueger, and Nikto

A/N: Maybe I'll come back and write a separate fic for one of these

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Nsfw-Nikto x reader: Licking

Part:1

Nikto who loves to lick your tears after he's unmasked. Years into the relationship after a build up to trust and the first thing and last thing he does each day is lick your sleepy tears away when you yawn awake or to sleep.

"What is wrong with it lyubov'? I just like your taste", he complains as he grabs your jaw firmly, thumb denting into your cheeks as he holds your face in place. His head basically collides with the side of yours as he takes in a deep breath before he's darting his tongue out to lick away your tears the moment you yawn because it was 5 in the morning and you just fucking woke up.

You can feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue as he wipes away any trace of salt from your tears, pressing the tip of his tongue against the corner of your eye, careful to try and not give you an eye infection. He doesn't even care about the taste of the products you have on your face, muttering something somewhere along the lines of not caring about the taste of your skincare.

It gets worse at night because he's been hitting and pressing against your gushy cervix for what feels like hours, milking orgasms you didn't even know you had from your very soul as he asks just for one more, dejavu, how many times has he asked that? His hips suddenly slap against your ass fast and hard, forcing you to let out a mix between a gasp and a sob. Leaning down to press his tongue against your cheeks, tasting the tears you didn't even feel as he makes you cry from each mind numbing thrust.

"Feels too good? Cry more darling, I know you won't tell me to stop."

Masterlist

[bombsquad9]

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐭𝗼 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝗼𝐧𝐬 (18+)

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•SFW•

✞ Takes a LONG time to get them to show you their face, they think you’re gonna be repulsed or leave them, and they can’t lose you. Probably would cry if you told them they’re pretty and that you still love them because they’re just so convinced they’re ugly.

✞ It takes Nikto awhile to warm up to touch, but once they do they’re always wanting to have their hands on you. They’d be the type to link pinkies as you walk through the street/mall/etc so that they don’t lose you.

✞ Will touch your face in the middle of the night or just stare at you to make sure you’re real, sometimes they feel like their mind is slowly slipping because of the voices, so it’s really reassuring for them.

✞ Would be utterly obsessed with you. Sometimes it’s unhealthy, but they have to have you because they’re terrified of someone taking you away. It calms down when you assure them you’re not gonna leave.

✞ Has full mental breaks because of the voices and flashbacks. They have extreme nightmares that are really vivid due to the torture, so sometimes they just want you to hold them. There would be moments they would get extremely distant due to not being able to express themselves.

✞ Seeking reassurance a lot, the voices put them down to the point they don’t wanna look in the mirror (more than they already don’t). Will get extremely upset sometimes because the voices are putting you down or convincing them you’re gonna leave.

✞ Extremely attentive to your needs and what you want. They put you way before they put themselves, to the point it is a little concerning. They think showing you is better then telling you, considering they aren’t good with words and because they’re more of the listening type anyway.

✞ 100% scary dog privileges. If someone tried to touch you or even look at you a little too long, they’re walking up and holding your hand or something. Can’t have anyone taking their pretty little gem.

✞ Would teach you cute little phrases in Russian (if you didn’t know it already), and silently chuckle to themself when you mispronounce something. They think it’s cute and can’t help it.

✞ If someone dare hurt you they’d definitely ‘take care’ of it.

✞ Would leave you cute little notes letting you know where they were if they had to go out for some reason. They’re probably a little dry, but it’s still cute they’re willing to do that.

✞ They probably text really dry too, but it gets the point across. They just show their love in other ways.

•NSFW•

✞ Safe word is 100% necessary for them. They’re scared the voices might take over or get to loud and make them do something they’ll regret.

✞ Make-out sessions are very sloppy. Lots of teeth clashing a spit because they’re scared you’re gonna get ripped away from them, and the scars that leave half of their mouth open definitely don’t help. If you ask them to slow down they’ll try their best too.

✞ Mutters sweet praises in Russian, especially when they’re close. Each word a little stuttered, and sometimes even mispronounced because you just feel soooo good wrapped around them.

✞ Would want the mask to stay on, but the moment you fuck their brains out and praise their pretty little face it’ll never be on again. <3

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𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: None Currently

A/N: Comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

[angelloverambles]

I'm having more Nikto thoughts, enjoy.

Nikto isn't very good with words, doesn't feel the need to use them unless necessary. He's also the whiniest bitch in the bedroom. Not in the submissive way, hes not a submissive man. but once he feels the tiniest bit of stimulation on his deformed cock, he can't help but whine for more.

Blowjob? He'd be blabbing about how sweet you are for touching his cock.

Vagina? Absolutely speechless but far from silent.

Asshole? Guaranteed he'd be crying for you.

[iluvyvonne]

me..? Oh nothing.. just thinking about a fluffy dutch/german farmer x earthyblack!reader headcanons(?). 18+, mdni

• Mr. teddy bear who would get his beautiful wife anything she yearned for. Doesn't matter if it's new crystals, new clothes, even another cattle if she asked.

• Mr. teddy bear who loves his farm animals almost as much as his gorgeous Gattin.

• Mr. teddy bear who would break an arm and a leg just to please his delicious woman, cumming in his overalls as he thunk about it whilst gathering the goats.

• Mr. Teddy bear who... shii.. just mr teddy bear 😭.

• Mr. Teddy bear who approached first, offering a warm scented perfume to her, whom he thought smelled awfully like cocoa butter and incense.

• Mr. Teddy bear who would lasso the planets if !reader asked.

• Mr. Teddy bear welcoming !reader home as he finished cooking up a warm meal, awaiting her arrival.

• Mr. Teddy bear who enjoys pleasuring his woman more than himself, grinding against the cool colored sheets of their shared bed as she cradled the back of his head, arching as she brought him closer.

• Mr. teddy bear who tries his best to do everything that his precious vrouw brings up. You mentioned something about your craving for chocolate covered strawberries whilst menstruating, and when you were gone out to feed the pigs n' chickens, picking up their eggs, he had searched and searched for instructions or even a recipe to make the chocolate covered fruit for you quickly.

• Mr. Teddy bear who was surprised he'd be your first, hearing you whimper and moan under him was a surprise aswell! I guess he didn't know you'd adjust as fast as you two started.

• Mr. Teddy bear who tried the best to take care of everything around him. Feeding the animals, taking care of you inside of the bedroom and out..

Dictionary: "Gattin"

German for mate [noun] a husband or wife (preferably wife here).

"vrouw"

Dutch for a woman; wife; or lady.

honestly, imagine who you want. If you do just ignore the description of "Mr teddy bear" at the top 😭 (hes just my personal description of my OC). Tell me if you guys would want more if you see this!!! luv yuuuuu so muches!! 💋 (Give ideas or I'll bite you).

[nrdmssgs]

A deal

Masterlist

TW: smut

Nikto wouldn't dare to move - you already were way too generous when you let him in your life, granted him a permission to crawl into your beds in the most ungodly hours, lay next to you, drink in your warmth, listen to your deep breaths. He had much more than anyone in his position would dare to ask for - he had you.

"You can do better than me, you deserve better, Andre," you chanted on and on as he brought you from one peak to another, ravishing in your absolute treasure of a body. He didn't know, how to prove you wrong, how to make you feel what he felt, when you let him drown in the bliss of your lips. Nobody could do better, no one deserved you, the deity among people. And it became Niktos mission to prove you wrong.

One thought of your touch, of that incredibly soft skin on his, dragged Nikto back to reality despite his attempts to fall asleep next you. Two burning rings tightened around him: one made his throat run dry, the other one encircled the lower abdomen and now inexorably squeezed it, warming the body. Nikto rolled over onto his stomach and let out a long hiss.

Not now, for fuck's sake!

He held his breath and froze, counting the seconds. Sleeping next to you, next to his girl, his soft, most tender, so delicious girl… was unbearable sometimes. But he wouldn't dare to disturb your sleep. You let him sleep here, this should be enough as it is.

"Not anything is about fucking, you idiot!!" he grumbled into his pillow, burying his head deeper in order to muffle his own voice.

Yes, but if it's not about just fucking?

What if it is about her ragged breaths, her rushing heart, when we are close?

What if it is about a little tear rolling down her flushed cheek? Not because it hurts - because she likes how we manage to caress her everywhere.

What if it is about proving her wrong?

"We shouldn't-" he doesn't manage to finish his own thought. The inner discussion cuts off with Niktos unconscious hip thrust. The friction against the mattress is feather-light, but it's enough to make him bite his own pillow and groan dully.

And that's when you, his girl, his angel, his blessing, stretch your arms up and turn to him. Nikto freezes, praying to all the gods, that you don't wake up fully to discover him like that: painfully hard and desperate for you.

Weirdo.

Wanker.

Bloody pervert.

But your breath runs faster. Your hands reach out to him, caress Niktos ugly face, run over his scars, down his neck and chest to his waist.

"Come here," you try to pull him closer to you, but Nikto doesn't give in. So you open your eyes.

Nikto is embarrassed - his state of mind is obvious to you. He shoved you this part of him: darkened eyes, ragged breaths, lips bitten from inside to prevent himself from jumping on you. Must be a disgusting view...

"You need me, Andre?"

"I'm sorry. He's a creep! A pervert! I should go. Throw him out!" Nikto is so tense that his voices are spilling out of him, making his answer confusing.

"Sh-h-h-h, sh-h, it's ok," instead of pulling him closer, you move in his direction until you feel his hard hot shaft pressed against your thigh.

He keeps muttering something until you cup his face with one hand and cradle his length with the other.

"Andre. You need me?"

A nervous sigh leaves his lips, and he finally gives in, hides his face on the crook of your neck and whispers, warming your skin with his hot breath.

"Please..."

You make a first move, drawing a long low moan from him and smile. The man is desperate - he can't keep himself from meeting your moves, no matter how hard he tries.

"The next time you need me..."

He starts nodding even before you finish the sentence.

"...don't hesitate..."

With a deep growl, he turns you over onto your back, pressing you against the sheet with his weight.

"...just take me, ok?"

His scarred lips find yours in the same moment, when he drives himself all the way inside, making your back arch.