Latest Posts by zoloftwithdrawalnausea - Page 9
bro i wish i had a nikto who could help me brush my hair
lord i am not locking in
I always see the dog choking info on here, so here’s what to do if a kitty is choking
Save your kitties, we all know they eat everything anyway.
http://www.wikihow.com/Save-a-Choking-Cat
http://www.wikihow.com/Perform-CPR-on-a-Cat
Anyanyanyanyang- *sounds of me gnawing on you*
awaaagghhh!? my flesh!!!???? *accepts my fate*
Nikto who looks horrible in the sunlight, the sun highlighting all his scars and features to turn him back into himself. He didn't like it. He preferred the night sky that blurred his features, reducing his sight and letting his see and breathe easier.
The cold night air comforting to his tortured lungs as they breathed you in. Shielding you away to any onlookers of the alley to feel you pressed against them. Keeping a hand so your dress and skin wouldn't be soiled by the filth of the wall.
"Just one more kiss and we will go home", the man whispered harshly as he took your breath again and again. Leaving marks in his touch, concealed by the night.
Seconds before he brings you home with a familiar coat around your shoulders.
Hoarder Nikto or Minimalist König?
both!
thinking..thinking.. thought thunk!
minimalist!konig.. mmmh, könig sees no use for worthless things, he keeps what he needs close and that’s all that matters, it’s what’s worked for the past 30 odd years—why would he change his ways? he’s a simple man, with simple ways. a simple life, kill, eat, sleep, repeat. he doesn’t see an issue with the limited belongings in his house, a tv & sofa in his livingroom, a bed and wardrobe in his bedroom.
it’s like something out of a jail, and when he brings you over for the first time— you have to double check you’re inside a house, looking up at könig as he made you some soup in the kitchen, ginger hair tied up in a messy bun.
‘you don’t decorate?’
‘ nein. i do decorate.’
‘..where? the fucking titanic?’
when u move in, safe to say you add your own sparkle and spice to his once-blank house, although, he’s not pleased.
~
hoarder!nikto… oh, god. this man doesn’t know when to let go, he’s afraid of losing, afraid of letting go despite his adaptation to loss—and that affects his day to day life, he has thousands of letters stuffed in his drawers, receipts tucked into the folds of his wallet, old trinkets rammed into closets and cluttered atop hall-tables, poor sputnik has to jump over a few things sometimes.
it’s not disgusting, he’s not a pig—but it’s not healthy. you come over to his house, lips tangled together as you stumbled through the door, almost tripping over the large collection of boxes that gathered in his doorway, spending the rest of the evening attempting to convince him to rid of items, instead of fucking.
‘what about this, it’s a fucking wooden mouse.’
‘that is rat. kitty likes it.’
‘kto-to can live without a wooden fucking rat, nikto.’
‘we cannot.’
he’ll never change, but all you can do is slowly sell things and hope he never realises, or give them to charity.
‘why the fuck our many clocks gone?’
Wrote this up with some help from @fishsinsareacknowledged , please check out their cod content it's so yummy!!!
Nikto who acts like a territorial and hypervigilent guard dog whenever a repairman/electrician is in the home. He doesn't like it. He can do it just fine, take care of your home. Ask for him- no need for a guy to come over. Nikto you can't fix wires for shit dear
He's constantly hovering- stoic and watching. Monitoring, he likes to call it. You think he's trying to set the poor repairman on fire with his stare. Stood in the doorway with his arms crossed firmly across his broad chest, icy feline eyes staring at him like the man was a juicy mouse.
Nikto who makes useful commentary orders towards the repair guy.
"Hurry".
"Hm. You are using the wrong tool, here, this is better".
"Do this- not like that".
Nikto who won't leave you alone in a room with the man. He's peering over his shoulder to keep an eye on you- paranoid about a stranger being in your safe space. He's not distrustful of you- far from it. He'd let you hold a razor to his throat and not feel an ounce of fear. It's this stranger he doesn't trust.
Afterwards he's sombre. Solemn. Paws at the nape of your neck with a warm palm, grumbling a deep gravely sigh- a sigh of relief now that this unfamiliar man and his unfamiliar smell is out of your home now.
"we were...Hostile. Very sorry llubov". He struggles to swallow his own words, but his eyes are sincere. You scratch at his chin playfully. He melts against your nails.
"guard dog".
"yes ma'am".
Nikto is chopping wood when it hits you. You're watching from your back porch door, a porcelain mug of hot chocolate cradled in your warm palms.
It's cold- far too cold for Nikto to be chopping wood in your garden right now. A thick layer of frost blanketing everything in sight- in which he had scraped your car for you earlier this morning whilst you were still in bed. He's still in his sleeping clothes; his thin black shirt that stuck to his body in a thick sleeve or fabric, and those baggy grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He's still refused to let you stitch the hemming- which is frayed and worn. Insisting that it is no use fixing it. There's no fixing it, llubov. I'll let it fray and throw it later. No use.
It was certainly a sight. He had drunk his tea down quickly once he noticed your shivering shoulders. Wrapped you up in that fluffy cream nightgown of yours, and set out to fill the fireplace. A silent promise to keep you warm. To provide. He had shot you a stern look at the sight of you lingering in the doorway- your pyjamas shorts and lack of slippers irking him. You wanted to roll your eyes at him. Used to his picking. You are a little warm soft thing. You need to stay warm.
"you're acting like a husband". You quip softly. Playfully, that smile that could warm butter on your pretty lips. "Do you want to be my husband, Andre?".
"yes".
Nikto's sincere raspy voice is sincere as he answers immediately- stunning you into silence. Glancing up at you to fix you an intense stare as he split the log with his hands. Something soft and eager in his eyes. Apprehensive on his own behalf, but filled with longing.
"you'll always be warm". He vows. Eyes filled with something- devotion. So tremendous, that it rattles you to the bone. His eyes meet yours, and you're not sure you can look away. Can't find your hands to sever the line. Pinning you down. He makes the first move- leaving the axe by the tree stump, shoes crunching in the glittering frosted grass. Approaching you like a weary hound.
"then in that case, may I mend these then?". You mumble. Now shy, your heart quivering at the intensity in his face. His hand meets yours as it brushes over the frayed hem of his sweatpants- a warm, halting hold. An unsure pause, you think... Before his shoulders relax a little, and his fingers wiggle softly between yours to melt into an embrace of hands. A gesture so sweet, so unsure and new to him, it was his turn to fluster. Feline eyes wandering from your eyes to your fingers clasped with his.
"yes. I... Let's try".
epic!!! would nikto like cheese plate? maybe cold cut plate with meat???
take a good nap brooo!!! i'm doing alright, therapy today and no meds change :3
hello! do you like cheese?
i bought a 200g block of gouda yesterday and ate it with some haribo worms and it felt like my own little cheese plate with dried fruits and all that :3
hope you are doing well 🍀
I LOVE CHEESEE PLATE THAT SHIT UP ON A CERAMIC AND IM EATING IT LIKE IT'S A CAVIAR BOWL TO GOOO I'M DOING SLEEPY HOW ARE YOU HANDSOME
Nikto baring more than just scars. Something new. Something deep. Something stark against his grizzly ice cold visage.
Nikto with smile lines around his pretty almond eyes. Feline-like eyes all soft and relaxed when he looks at you, glacial blue irises swallowed up by the black of his pupils. It's when he goes back to work that Krueger notices the little creases indented around his shadowy eyes. stern. Cold. But still weeping with the marks of something soft and warm.
Nikto with a big slavic nose. It's so often covered with his mask, and he's always gently nudging you with it. It's beautiful- no matter how many times he rejects the compliment. The happy grumble that leaves his throat when your lips grace against it. It's no longer muffled and trapped against thick taut fabric- a striking feature hidden from sight. Now it hides in your hair. Your neck, the scent of your skin and sweet shampoo replacing the dirty fabric that smells of cold and grit.
Nikto's lips are torn and scarred, and yet they're so warm. Warmed by the tea he drinks with you, warmed by your soft lips gracing his. You let him kiss you. You let him. Your pretty mouth, so good- too good for what he feels he can offer.
He becomes something more than just a hideous snarl, a gnarling dog's bite. Baring his teeth to preserve what's left of his dampened soul, what's left of his tattered body. A corpse aching for more than just coarse dirt.
Your name seldom leaves his gnarling teeth. It's hidden between the seal of grit teeth and firm tongue- it's not meant for anyone else. You gave it to him. Your name exchanging between mouths. between teeth. You gave it to him so sweetly- so easily. As easy as breathing. How could he not give his back for such a gift? He has to protect it. From both comrades and enemies alike. They couldn't appreciate it like him. Not utter it like a prayer, filling his lungs with air and purpose.
Nikto who turns his nose up whenever someone remarks about the little subtle changes about him. Who needs to know? They don't need to know. He's not sweetened. Don't be ridiculous.
Lying has never been his strongest skill. But he can stay silent. He's good at that.
He can keep this secret. His secret.
Sigh *looks at gabriel
Isnt he just so killable 🙂↕️
so submissive and killable 😌 (i don't have the nod emoji 😭)
Sorry if you don’t like 18+ thoughts.
I think he has an innocence/corruption kink. Cause in his eyes he is a corrupted, broken man. Unworthy of love or any kind of affection. And just seeing the purity (in his partner or whatever) that was taken from him, makes him want to take it and keep it forever in his scarred claws.
Of course not just in taking one’s virginity or being the first blowjob. But also seeing the happiness of his partner and wanting to keep them happy and just for himself.
U know
oohhhh!!???
Either im addicted to sugar orr a drizzle of honey with kimchi tastes delicious
ohhh!? i mean it does sound like a great combination dear fish! sounds like the honey will complement the taginess nicely.. or maybe we are both addicted to sugar. i will give it a try next time :3
nikto loves you 🙏
UNTIL THAT GLASS BOTTLE BREAKS YOU HEAR ME UNTIL THAT BOTTLE QUAKES
whuh huhh!!??? (this is one of the first ask i received and i am puzzled by it until this day, dear anon i hope you are referring to the vodka post haha)
i made him a little too slim for my liking here but oh well (45 minutes)
Id say you'd have dashing teeth
i have horrible teeth actually, currently in braces :3 but i will have dashing teeth 🙏
(i forgot to draw the brackets)
lemme guess, you like nikto?
hhehheehhhhehhehhehhehehehhe yesh (////////)
Masterlist
guys, I'm drawing very slowly, one picture takes around 3 evenings to finish. But how about a game?
UNTIL THAT GLASS BOTTLE BREAKS YOU HEAR ME UNTIL THAT BOTTLE QUAKES
whuh huhh!!??? (this is one of the first ask i received and i am puzzled by it until this day, dear anon i hope you are referring to the vodka post haha)
i made him a little too slim for my liking here but oh well (45 minutes)
Ghost who likes your teeth a little too much. Sets you down on his lap just to pull down your bottom lip by your chin. A single thumb as he pulls you in just to lick at your teeth. Ignoring your curious tongue to lap at the ceramic like texture of your teeth.
Ghost who brushes your teeth for you sometimes. Treating you like a behaving dog so he can brush the toothbrush against the side of your teeth all the way to opening your jaw and reaching for the back.
"Good pet", he would tease only to suck on your teeth like an animal.
i am sorry i haven't been answering asks, i live in shame
Your home is a sanctuary to Nikto.
His apartment is suitable. But it's not warm like yours. Loneliness is embedded in the cracks in the walls, the shadows that weep in the unlit rooms, the squeaky clean shower is stark white and smells too much of bleach. It's a house. A place he exists. Haunts. A place to rest his buzzing, busy head. Cold pillows and sheets biting chill into his hot skin. He seldom finds rest there. Sleep? Yes. But the rest never quite reaches him.
But with you? Your home, your sanctuary. That's where rest is.
nikto finds you asleep, your form curled up small on top of your freshly washed covers, and he just stops and watches you for a bit. His whole world slowing down to something soft and calm, the sight of you breathing peacefully all safe and warm, makes the home feel homier. Warm, safe.
Hes slow and heavy as he lugs on over to you, the mattress dipping as his weight seeps into it. Nikto hovers over you for a moment- hands smoothing over the winkles in your shirt, fingers dipping under your top to spread out upon your stomach. Feeling you breathe beneath his palm. Everything feels quiet. His head still and softly humming with the murmur of voices. Hushes. Content whispers.
Leaning down, like a big snuffling doberman, his nose presses into your cheek- into your hair. Inhaling and huffing contently. Your hair is still a little damp from the shower, and it smells so strongly of that yummy shampoo you use.
With a low, grumbling grunt, he settles besides you. Around you, like a shielding wall. He wraps himself around you, nudging a knee between your legs so he can entwine with you- somehow. You're smaller than him, much more fragile. Your skin is soft and untarnished, and you smell of gentle soap suds and warm fabric freshener. His muscles are tense and locked as he lays pressed against you. His stomach is hard and tense as it flushes against your back. He probably smells like rain and grey. Like cold and salt grit.
But you sweeten him. You always do.
He's blushing. What are you doing to him?
One day break from drawtober yesterday, because of migraine.
mask studies~
quick doodle, no ref, we ball 🙏
Imagine taking Nikto's cigarette from his deformed lips to snatch a kiss from him before poking his cigarette back in between his mouth.
Like, he's just sitting alone with the bottom half of his mask clipped up so he can take in his daily dose of nicotine, malnourished lips making him unable to have the best suction so the cigarette burns before he's even done with it.
But when you managed to sneak up on him smoking away on cheap cigarettes, you couldn't help your greedy fingers as you creeped up and snatched it. Nikto was damn about ready to jump you, but seeing that it was only you, his beloved friend and coworker, he could let it slide. Just this once, he tried to convince himself.
But it became routinely. He'd pull out a cigarette and light it for himself before handing it to you for you to take a drag. While tobacco wasn't exactly a favourite of yours, you only took a drag simply because Nikto had put his mouth on it before you.
An indirect kiss, perhaps?
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