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FINALLY finished this. ugh,
Nsfw
Oh yeah also Nikto gets off being someone's pillar, aka if u come to him crying and asking him to hold you. He will, but he's trying so hard not to moan when you murmur thank you's into his skin.
Pulling back a earthy whine when you bury your head into his now sensitive neck, hiding the boner thats very much leaking and making a fucking mess on his shorts. Holding you close to his side ever so silently while he lets you sob it out. Just making sure you latch onto him first before he latches onto you.
heehe this apron is epic too :333 reminds me of pyramid head or the keeper, almost. thank you for taking the time to answer my ask with this joyful art!
nikto with an apron please!!! aaoouuuuaaoo
:p
I know what you wanted, but this is the only apron I’ll give him xD
Damn that shit was close, but the people have spoken another Nikto thought it is
The bed and empty, well his side is. His warmth long gone, he left in the wee hours of the morning you guess. The sun hasn’t risen yet, black still paints the sky. Trudging out of bed, on a mission to find him, you see a dark figure and small speck glowing embers on the balcony. This isn’t the first time he’s needed a solace, not from you–god no never from you, but from himself. Thoughts, voices in his head, torment and taunt him, they tear sleep from his hands and laugh from within. He takes long drawls from a cigarette in the quiet darkness outside, hoping that the silence outside will somehow, someway bring a similar muted peace to his mind.
He knows you're there behind him, watching him. A small streak of anxiety runs through him, guilt of waking you, fear of your reaction to him like this. It's a cycle, never ending and ruthless: he forces himself to sleep, dreams of his past plague his mind, he jolts awake, leaves to the balcony for hours trying to turn his brain off, you look for him, and do what you always have done.
You open the door, the wind and chill of the night sweeps through your figure and seeps into your bones. You stand next him, not saying a word, he needs the quiet, needs peace, and you give him exactly that. Patiently you wait for him, a sign of life, something that tells both you and him that he’s here with you. He turns to look at you bloodshot blue eyes stare into your skull, you reach a hand up to touch him, stopping only centimeters away looking to him to give you permission to touch him. Soft fingers reach the side of his neck, ghosting over his pulse and cradling his face with the utmost care. Leaning your forehead against his, he closes his eyes and you begin to speak.
“Come home to me, Andre, come in out of the cold. We are safe here, we are home, come sit with me inside yea?” Your hand drops to his, taking it in your palm as you lead him inside and onto the couch. Tea waits for you both, sitting on the coffee table, but it does not get touched. Instead of the soothing burn of tea, he chooses the warmth and comfort of you. Leaning against you like a marble pillar, soft, stable and oh- so beautiful. Your heartbeat thrums against his ear, his limbs tangle within yours, you don't know where you end and where he starts, but neither of you care, content to stay entwined for eternity. Your eyes close, slipping into the depths of sleep again. Nikto decides to follow suit, he’s safe, he’s home. You are his home. You are his solace. He is ever thankful to the gods for blessing him with you. His mind races with you as he falls into a dreamless sleep.
Hello everybody! I am new to writing fics and I want to start, if anyone has any requests don’t hesistate to give them to me. Here are the characters I am writing for at the moment:
COD:
Price
Ghost
Soap
Gaz
Graves
Alejandro
Rudy
Nikto
König
Much better
Nikto couldn't understand the feelings he had coursing through his veins, why his pulse was quickening, his hands were clammy, and his throat felt dry, but how lovingly he stared at you with his bright blue eyes. He was absolutely smitten on how your night shirt wrapped around your curves just right, how he could make out the outline of the rolls on your side. How you were shuffling your feet on the ground with a slight smile on your face, while he watched your entire face turn red from blushing so hard. The steam from your shower was still rolling off of you, hair wet and tangled. He had wanted nothing more then to be by your side tonight, to hold you close to his chest and to feel your soft skin. To feel your chest rise and fall and to hear you breathing out loud. He needed to know that you were alive and next to him throughout the night. The thoughts in his head could be a lot for him at times, making up scenarios that had him fighting rage inside that one couldn't see from the outside, but when you invited him in to spend the night when he confessed that he needed you by his side, he knew that he would punish himself if he said no. You were absolutely perfect to him. You are his entire world, his savior in life, the one he needs without even realizing at times. When he decides to strip down to nothing besides his boxers and mask, and asked you if you were comfortable with sharing the bed together, you finally felt like the missing piece in your body was sliding into place. He was so gentle and almost hesitant when you laid yourself next to him. It was like you were going to break if he touched you to hard. You could feel his arm curling itself around you, placing his hand along side your back with the biggest sigh being left out. The hair on his chest was smooth and the scars on his skin deep. When he thought you were asleep he would smell your hair trying to engrave it into his brain. He would rub his hands along side your back and rub his feet along side yours. He was in heaven and he never wanted to let go. He knew that one day he was going to die, and if that day was tonight laying next to you, he would fully accept it with his only thoughts being of you.
I hope you enjoyed reading, this is definitely one of my favorite post so far. I hope yall's night/day is going well.