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[vxmpyree]

[so nice so smart - kimya dawson]

nikto who loves baths.

nikto will spend hours in the shower, making your water bill skyrocket through the roof while he counts the tiles of the cramped space over and over.

nikto's skin is red and dry after long showers. he likes to nap in front of the air conditioner unit in your bedroom. if not doing so, he's disassembling his rifle on a towel and wiping it clean.

when nikto takes baths, he prefers to have company. he stares at your face in a daze while the faucet occasionally drips. you watch him in return, looking at how his mask is sopping wet from the water. his slick black hair hangs over the sagging cloth, forming windows for his bright eyes to look at you through.

nikto will scrub your back quietly, and won't move an inch until all of the suds are gone and your flesh is scrubbed raw. then he'll twist around, and expect you to do the same for him. that means nikto wants you silent and doesn't appreciate any quips or comments. not when he's bearing his scarred back to you.

bathing is a vulnerable time for nikto. he's completely bare and open to leering, critical eyes. when on active duty, he prefers to stand toward the back and works quickly. but when nikto is at home with you, he can take his time and decompress until the hot water goes lukewarm.

[lizzy019]

HELP ME I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS- 18+ (this could be read as GN!)

Nikto who is a bit masochistic when it comes to you during your time spent in bed.

Ramming himself into your pretty cunny that was just oozing for him and sucking him in with joyous energy. His icy blues rolling to the back of his skull while he pleaded you to run your manicured nails down his back, to bite him or flail about.

A man like him was built for pain.

But you, the sweet little thing who didn't wish to cause him any more pain than he's already endured, refused every time even if you knew your fingers wanted to just dig into his flesh for purchase. You fought yourself not to and instead dug your nails into your own palms.

"Please, you won't hurt me. Just a bit?" He begged, almost pleaded for you to do it. Nikto knew well enough that you'd comply sooner or later.

The force from his thrusts were jutting you around, making it a bit hard to stay stable on this uncomfortable position on the sofa you two were laying on. Its rough texture didn't help much, but you were simply focused on your cunt clamping onto him without your control and the way your fingers twitched helplessly in an attempt to gain some control over your situation.

"But... what if I hurt you? I– I wouldn't forgive myself! Fuck!" You mewled in between your words, arms thrown over his neck to pull him close as you peppered the sweetest kisses to his chapped and cracked lips. Those pretty, perfect lips of his that you wish could just stay put on your own.

Nikto shook his head violently at your claim, vigorously jackhammering you senseless in his greedy attempt at a climax. Tired eyes wandered down to yours, watching your expression contort to a pleasured look mixed with concern and hesitance. Were you really that nervous?

"нет, you won't hurt me, возлюбленная. Just– please." It was odd hearing him try to coax you into doing this, but his desperation left you a bit guilty for not fulfilling his so-called needs.

Your fingers unclenched from your palms, moving to grapple at his back and dig into the skin for something to hold onto. You even had a bit extra courage to sink your teeth into his shoulder, eliciting a groan from his chest as he trembled stagger-ishly.

So he liked a bit of pain?

You complied, proceeding to do everything within your powers to make his experience one of the best ones yet and to introduce more to come.

The burning of your nail scratches and the pain of your teeth was just enough to rattle him and cause his pace to stir. But once he got right back on track, it didn't take long until he was practically screaming out your name while his cock pulsated his seed out and into your puckered hole.

And even if you hadn't reached your climax, you were very content spending the next few minutes cleaning whatever cuts and wounds you made on his body, tending to him like a little nurse. How could you not? You were the cause of it!

But Nikto assured you, even if harshly, that it was fine and that he didn't care. He even called them his personal tattoos that serve to mark the day he made you both lose your control.

Those are the only scars he wears proudly.

@fishsinsareacknowledged @zoloftwithdrawalnausea @simp4konig @vxmpyree @randoqt

[puracatt]

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fandoms (feel free to ask about any others!)

call of duty

red dead redemption 2

until dawn

the outlast games

resident evil

souls games

elder scrolls

things i will NOT write:

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scat / watersports

bestiality

foot stuff

masterlists :]

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[kunikisss]

HELLOOO♡♡♡♡ ty for tagging me :D

i am not. home rn and haven't been in a few weeks and wont be for another two so i am writing this from memory LMAO

ik my cat isnt an item but she still deserves to be here i think

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@justanotherenbyhere +Anyone else

[vxmpyree]

does konig deserve a sweet wife?? no!! am i going to give him one?? yes!! konig and husband soon

[ and i love her - kurt cobain cover ]

konig doesn’t deserve you, not really. he is undeserving of seeing you in a white gown, drenched in eyelet lace and pearls, walking down the aisle. he doesn’t even deserve to see you in a beat-up sweatshirt with his old boardshorts, curled up in bed. he is unworthy of the austrian treats you learned to make for him, so very eager to bring light to his face after weeks or months of deployment. 

well, that’s what people tell him. 

konig knows it is what he’s owed. he’s performed countless successful hostage rescue missions. numerous lives have been saved all thanks to him, so why should he not wake up to a warm body in a soft bed? it’s not arrogant!

you are all he’s ever wished for and more-- heaven dressed in flesh and blood. 

you are gentle with everything like anything could falter beneath your touch. as if; you couldn’t hurt a fly. you are not senselessly unkind, but not a pushover, he quickly learned. you do not challenge him, either passively agreeing or saying that you think otherwise politely. he can’t bring himself to make snarky remarks, not when you’re so… mild.

his chest puffs out whenever you’re in public together, taking pride in holding your hand at the grocery store or post office. he is the one who gets to hold your hand, the one who gets to wake up to you in the morning, your hair disheveled and clothes out of place. you don’t mind the little smirk he has-- you can’t help but laugh at the sight of his broad shoulders hanging back and head up, so confident to be by your side. you think it’s sweet. oh, if only you knew.

if his dear wife knew what he was like on the battlefield, what would you do? would you shut down and refuse to say a word to him until he begged enough? or would you not care at all, and say that his coworkers don’t know the real konig?

he hopes for the latter but knows in his heart that it is the former. you are not naive or unaware, but you certainly are squeamish and faint of heart. the thought of your husband slaughtering men like cattle and knowing that he is cocky while doing so would certainly disturb you for days to come. 

konig keeps that part of him tucked away, sheltering her from the macabre life he leads once he steps out of your warm home. he’s fine with doing so, as long as he can still come back and fall into the softness of your body and stuff his mouth with confectionaries.

[vxmpyree]

[ fingerprints - minipop ]

konig who is clingy.

how could he not be when he hasn’t seen his schatz in ages? konig never gets to see you, and if he makes plans to, his work often overrules them. that is no way to treat someone such as you, someone deserving of more than he has to offer.

anywhere you go, he follows like a scrappy dog. when you get up late at night for some water, you turn around to find him looming in the doorway. where were you? don’t get up; he’ll get it for you. stay in bed so that he knows where you are, please. and when you rise in the mornings, he lingers around the kitchen while you cook. why did you scramble your eggs? don’t you prefer them over easy?

konig lets you have space when his favorite show is on, or if the news shows something worth his while. well, sort of. he stares at the television slack-jawed while you sit beside him, either messing with your phone or reading at your leisure. 

he’s not always talking your ear off, but he definitely makes his presence known. if you’re just lying on the couch, he’ll come over and throw himself over you, peering at whatever is on the television while he clings to your midsection.

konig loves physical touch, but if you aren’t a big fan he’ll tone it down for you. he doesn’t mind some quality time or comforting you after an exhausting breakdown. anything for you ♡

[vxmpyree]

NIKTO BEING SWEET AND SMITTEN WITH HIS SPOUSE ?!?!?!!? PLEASE 🙏❤️🙏🙏🙏 I SHALL BE DOWN ON MY KNEES WAITING SIRE PLEASE AND THANK YOU

omg my first ask :D! yap about pining nikto ♡ ♡ if i portray DID in a way that’s wrong/offensive, please let me know

[ join me in death - HIM ]

sometimes, nikto is not present.

he will sit next to you, yes, but it is not always him. the two of you could be sitting down over hot pelmeni. the next thing he knows he’s “waking up” to you laying on his chest, tracing soft shapes into the bulging muscle of his bicep as you whisper about something completely foreign to him. 

the other parts of nikto are not opposed to you being his choice of partner. some of them like you just as much as he does, indulging in your slow, well-meaning touches. but when a certain alter fronts, he comes back to find you refusing to even look at him with your bleary eyes. when you notice that it’s him again, you reach out to hold him, mumbling about the things they said and did.

he loves to sit by your side as you watch russian cartoons or soap operas, repeating what they say beneath your breath as you jot down new words. sometimes, he'll pick on you and pretend that he can't hear you or that you said a word terribly wrong, having you scrambling to defend yourself.

when he is at work, things are different. he cannot be merciful and tender like he is with you with the enemy.

sometimes, it’s hard for him to switch out of that cold headspace. he swats your open arms away as he tracks mud into the home, not caring to answer your forlorn calls. it isn’t until hours later, just before you’re about to go to bed, that he reaches out with a gentle hand. you fold every time, never holding it against him. you are just the amount of quick to forgive and understanding that he needs.

the way he gushes over you is insufferable to his team. when they aren’t hard at work, he’s reading letters from you over and over, showing them your pathetic attempt at russian. it’s cute to him, the slants where they shouldn’t be and unclosed circles. but you have shown that learning about his culture matters, so it does not feel insincere or lazy.

you are too kind to nikto. it is difficult for him to look at you when you beam at him, hands covered in flour as you make him blinis. from scratch! you found a different way to make fucking blinis all because he doesn’t like sourdough. 

as strange as it feels for nikto to acknowledge it, you love him. at first, he was in denial. those hot meals accompanied by light touches for him to fall asleep to could be casual. he’s seen people go above and beyond, only to pin it as something light-hearted and simple. after you said it for the umpteenth time, he started to consider that maybe you did love him.

nikto seldom says that he loves you. he does not bother chatting your ear off about how he feels. that’s your job; unless you tell him things in explicit detail, he doesn't know. no, he’s more for lifting you because something is a little too high in the cabinet, or fixing your wobbly desk leg. and if he really feels that you need a reminder of how much he loves you, he will whisper it to you in tow of a quick kiss or tight hug.

[vxmpyree]

i love u fluffy nikto. bath fic here

[headlock - imogen heap]

nikto who finds comfort in domestic, quiet things after retirement.

nikto thought that he would be the kind of man who still takes mercenary work every once in a while, and remains tethered to a hot gun and cold battlefield. but when he settles into the quiet life and realizes that this is not weak, not shameful, he decides that maybe he’ll indulge in something close to domestic.

he picks up a job at the corner store a block away to keep his hands busy. it’s something lighthearted, easy. heavy machinery blaring in his ears and the hollers of workers would bring him back to the field. no, he prefers the quiet of a mom-and-pop shop. nikto doesn’t mind eating the kasha and smokey cutlets you prepared the night prior for lunch in the silent storage room.

in the beginning, when he comes home from work, he likes to pretend that he’s returning from a long deployment. it’s easy to trick himself when he looks at how you smile and fret over him, asking if it was too much and whether your cooking was up to par. 

but you don’t have to cry now and look up at him through bleary eyes, having been worried sick. no, you know that he will come home now. if you miss him, he’s only a five or six-minute walk away.

he likes to do things for you. if the chair to your vanity is wobbly, he’ll pick it up and lug it away to repair it in the backyard. if you’re having trouble painting your nails, he’ll take the brush and shakily apply it. you laugh at how he smears it all over your skin. when it’s time to bathe, it’s a guarantee that nikto will step in with you. he’ll lightly wash your back, taking care not to fiercely scrub. 

retirement isn’t so bad when he looks at the little things. he gets to wake up to you every morning, and never leaves you cold in bed, wondering where he is.

[vxmpyree]

cod masterlist

!! pieces that might be triggering are highlighted red. i usually have specific warnings posted on the fics !!

nikto

[7/2] his few joys after retirement

[7/2] homophobic nikto,,

[7/4] sweet and smitten

[7/5] scared of thunder

[7/6] dad nikto

[7/16] fluffy retirement nikto

[7/19] [f!] chubby women

[7/21] chubby nikto

[7/25] bathtime

[7/31] [1] anxious/avoidant

[8/1] [2] anxious/avoidant

[8/7] sweater thief house husband

[8/15] teeth headcanons

[8/25] new barber

[8/26] setting up xmas lights

[8/27] hurt leg

[8/28] chocolate kiss

[8/29] unmasked

[8/30] sputnik headcanons

[9/5] jealous of the new guy

[9/10] [m! / n!] smoke in your mouth

[9/14] kiss mark

[9/14] nothing goes wrong

[9/14] floor sleeper

[10/2] another accident

konig

[7/3] [f!] konig and his sweet wife

[7/12] clingy konig

gromsko

[9/9] can't say i love you

task force 141

[7/3, simon] yearning

[8/13, gaz] flower shop

valeria

[8/10] [f!] prison visit

rodolfo

[10/20] bed rotting

keegan p. russ

[7/20] [m!] sick

multiple chars

[7/20] [rodion, nikto, minotaur, bale] spetsnaz hcs

[vxmpyree]

Can we get some Nikto cutting our hair for us or reversed?

domestic n ikto where do i even begin </3 i lobe love love him

. . . . [ valentine - fiona apple] . . . .

nikto who only trusts you to cut his hair.

he went to barber after barber, but when their clippers brushed against the fragile flesh of his neck, he dug crescent-shaped cuts into his palms.

then, he found you.

you ran a tiny hair salon near the edge of town. business was minimal, consisting mostly of friends of friends or family members. that day the dulling yellow paint with a fresh floral mural you painted yourself called his attention. nikto would've kept walking, but he caught a peek of you cutting someone's hair in the big window, your hands moving with gentle precision. oh, he couldn't help himself, he knew you'd be perfect.

and he was right, you were. your pleasant disposition and the faint lilt in your voice kept him occupied, distracting him from the quiet snip, snip of his black hair. he didn't need to respond. you chatted away about this and that, describing your elderly regular who always insists on bringing her cat in or how your nephew got his first job as a grocery store cashier.

it wasn't the best haircut he'd ever had, but it was enough to keep it out of his eyes while in the field.

you got a big tip that day and a new regular. expect to see him again very soon!!

[kunikisss]

AWWWH THIS IS SO CUTE.. TY FOR TAGGING ME !!<3

balls bc i honestly dk what name i go by rn😵

no pressure tags☆!!: @dishsoapthe2nd @starcellos @basstards-depresso @transcrawler @funz1es @vxmpyree

Found a picrew and I think it’s pretty cute.

Tagging a few people, idk.

@buried-in-the-archives @catatowastaken @silly-lil-scribbles @indelible-waltz @humanteethmarksonhumanbone

[vxmpyree]

Nikto getting stares and gasps when people walk pass him for the entire day until he comes home and checks the mirror to find a kiss mark left by his love, red bright and so so very visible

sorry chat ive been. lazing around :[

nikto is a private man. he likes to keep his work and personal life thickly divided-- you don't need to know about how many people died at his hands, and his team doesn't need to know about his sweet thing at home.

but, he slips.

he goes to work, old scars and warped flesh available for all to see. nobody is crass enough to gawk at the man who survived zakhaev. but today everybody is staring, and he wonders if everybody has lost their sense of respect.

he comes home upset and seeking the arms of his waiting lover. but when he catches his reflection, he sputters at the sight of lipstick smudged by sweat.

oh, he's a fool!

[vxmpyree]

Angst comfort with jealous Nikto? Maybe some comforting Nikto?

friends to something ambiguous guys! friends to something ambiguous and a little heartwrenching! i love friends to will-they-won't-they! anyway sorry if this is kinda odd?? ivebeen in sick and fever dreamy the past couple of days I've worked on this

there's a new man on your squad. the upper brass transferred him from a different squad, citing an influx of inappropriate anger toward certain people.

and the moment he shows up, nikto doesn't like him. there's something about his dark, leering eyes that makes even his skin crawl. but what seals the deal for him is that he immediately goes to talk to you.

he's all over you, every day. he'll squeeze between you and nikto with his trey in the mess hall, pushing nikto out. the man visits you before lights out, stripping you of the little time you have to relax. but worst of all, you don't seem to mind.

nikto knows that this man isn't good news, but he can't point fingers without a good reason. that'd only alienate you further. he stays up for days, digging and digging, only to come out completely empty-handed. god, he must be good at covering up his tracks… or, maybe he just doesn't have anything wrong with him.

this whole ordeal pisses him off. he can't stop thinking about your cheeks warming when you talk to your new friend, and of you dolling yourself up before you see him. oh, nikto just wants to claw his own eyes out!

maybe nikto is just jealous… ah, no. he couldn't be. he doesn't get jealous.

two weeks into your newfound friendship, it dawns on you that nikto isn't hanging around as often as he used to. it's only ever the new guy and you, and if you manage to catch nikto around base, he's brooding and disinterested. you tire of this. you miss your friend-- you miss nikto. what happened to cleaning rifles together and dozing off in eachothers' quarters? you won't stand for this any longer.

it's late at night when you confront him. your spare key still fits into his lock, and you still have to lift the door to open it. he's sitting straight up in bed with wild eyes watching you. he never looks at you like that. nikto always knows when it's you, doesn't he?

you shut the door behind you with a soft click, taking care not to stir anybody nearby. your footfalls are light against the cold, hard floor, and they stop once they reach the side of his bed. he hasn't reached for a firearm or blade of any sort. maybe he isn't as mad as you believed.

you move to sit on the edge of the mattress. what should you say? you had a faint outline for what you planned on confronting him about, but the moment you walked in and saw those wide eyes of his, none of it seemed all that important.

your head turns to look at him. his face is hardly visible under the cover of the dark, but every little shuddering breath gets his point across. he's upset, deeply so, but he can't just say that. he can't just… talk to you. it's never that easy, not for him.

but, you've come to understand him; you know when nikto is upset. and this time, you know why he's upset too.

"…i'm sorry. you need a friend, don't you? i haven't been one," you whisper.

you want to hold him tight and tell him just how sorry you are, but he'd never let you hear the end of it if you did. you know by now that he doesn't like being touched very often.

something brushes against your fingers. they curl as a twitch rolls through your knuckles, but it persists.

it's his hand, his fingers. his scuffed palm moves to lay over the back of your hand, and his nails lightly itch your wrist.

maybe this is still salvageable. jealousy may not be the end of this.

[vxmpyree]

Oooh taking off nikto's mask thoooo

when you saw nikto's face for the first time, it was on a balmy night. you were deployed to a small section of the middle east, hunting down one of zakhaev's groups. but it'd been so, so long, and even a man such as himself, one burdened by the need for revenge, can only wait for so long.

so, you set up camp for the night.

you traded cigarettes with one another. he had the cheap, crude kind-- the sort that you smoke only to take the edge off. (really, you only liked them because his chapped lips touched each one before he passed them onto you.)

you still remember the look in his eyes. he was magnetic, this character that disturbed you but drew you in with every little quip and brooding look. there was-- is-- something about him that you just can't shake.

the night set in, and after smoking for quite a while, you both got into the tent. it was small. if a strong wind came through, it would've knock it down with the two of you in it. but you weren't nervous, not with nikto around.

he always wore a face-covering, often a mix of fabrics and tactile material. you knew of the campfire tales from your rookie days of what he endured, of how zakhaev tortured him, each story more exaggerated than the last. you don't really know what happened, you just know it was bad enough for him to always hide behind a mask.

like a fool, you asked him about it. and he answered by turning around, presenting the clasp to you, daring you to release him from the measly pieces keeping the mask together.

you did. your fingers hesitated before undoing the clasp, but you did it. he did not flinch-- he wasn't bluffing or trying to prove a point. he just let you do it, and you weren't sure of why. maybe it was because you were alone, or that he liked that your mouth touched his cigarettes, or maybe he just wanted to give you something to write home about.

was he beautiful, or ugly? was he "atrocious" and "blighted by scars?" maybe. maybe not. this character that people formed, that he played into, was not all it was made out to be. he looked just as tired as everybody else, just as sullen. you saw him as andre that night, not just nikto, the man who kills and terrorizes.

[zoloftwithdrawalnausea]

thank you buddy @enigmaue for the tag! i love this kind of personality quiz :3

no pressure tag: @vxmpyree @koeni9in @milkteaarttime @simp4konig @madstronaut and anyone else who would like to do this :3

here it is, the only personality quiz that matters: what vegetable are you?

i’m starting this, i’m tagging @sunsetskylane @shatterthefragments @branches-in-a-flood @vamprlestat @alkalineghoul @bubacorn @stellasplendens please i want to know lmao

[vxmpyree]

Something something something asking Nikto if he wants a kis [Chocolate] but he's kissing you

. . . . [ 20180702 2 - mac demarco ] . . . .

at the corner store, they had nikto's favorite treat on sale-- cookies'n'creme kisses. you bagged them like the good spouse you are, and came home to find him sorting through his gear.

he seems flustered. for a moment, you think otherwise about giving him a treat now. sorting his guns for his encroaching hunting trip seems to have him busy. but, nikto just seems so tired…

you tap him on the shoulder. he jerks away and looks back, only to soften when he realizes it's you, and that he is not on the battlefield.

"Чего вы хотите?" he rasps, eyes narrowing.

you move the plastic bag into your dominant hand while you ask if he wants a kiss, preparing to take the bag out. hopefully they aren't expired. the thought of his raised brows and lighter disposition distracted you. you should've been more--

he lifts the hem of his mask and presses a chaste kiss to your mouth. it takes a second for it to register that he kissed you, and by the time you do he's already back to assembling his gear. you brush over your lips with two fingers, a light smile stretching your cheeks.