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[mawlers]

@demothers-empty-blog, good taste 🙂‍↕️

[mawlers]

GETTING THE ICK - KORTAC

SNIPPET: It's very rare that you and your partner can find time to hang out together with the constant long distance that set you guys apart for so long. Sure, there may be times when you may feel a little dishearten by the missing of typical couple or bonding holidays throughout the year, the small moments and compromises of late night conversations and heavy boxes back and forth sent to give the other a reminder of the other’s presence is nice during those lonely nights. So you treasure the short moments you have before life takes them again, even when the years past by makes them a little too comfortable in desensitizing you to their strangeness beyond the typical clinging and strange noises they make every so often.

For all the love one can hold for their significant other in between moments of the romantic and — unromantic, you had grown an unmeasurable tolerance to your man acting like an utter buffoon around you.

[CW: gender neutral reader and embarrassing moments within domestic life.]

[COMMENT: I wanted to write about something cute and sweet. All of this is just terribly indulgent, and everyone is all stupid and comfortable.]

KÖNIG

You know, when you asked König if you can hang out with him, wanting to indulge him in one of his many hobbies and be present in knowing what he liked, the last thing you expected was some hardcore gym with the sound of men grunting and dropping their carry everywhere while you pathetically wear some cheesy gym clothes that he brought to match with you, saying it will be chill place. You feel a little too lost on where to even start as he walked you around the muscular people drinking concoctions of horrible protein powders and most definitely people on steroids as you followed close behind because he want to exercise with you as you both moved from machine to machine as the hours past by on your own, individually.

So why is it, that your boyfriend decides to ask you to watch him as he lifted weights, you had to take a moment to process what is he even saying to you as he laid down on the bench, already warmed and pumped to go, you could not even get a protest in at the unmeasurable amount of responsibility on your shoulders wondering if he's sane right now to ask you out of all people as you stood above his head, ready to risk your life catching it for him…

You can see the stupid crinkle of his eyes smiling at you beyond the black face mask and cap he wore, just trusting you for some unfathomable reason. You already feel overstimulated by your own sweat dripping about your body and the bright LED lights blaring upon you both, but he said it was his final rep — and honestly you just wanted to get out of here and take a shower so there was little protest from you.

A pang rings through your head as your gaze averts to the numerous weights on either sides of the bar wondering if you can even save him from being smashed in the face by his lifts. You hope your insurance can cover injury via gym equipment in their policy. So just about the sickness begins to swell in your stomach, prepared to take anything for your man as his arms tense prepared to lift the load… You can feel a small wind blowing in your face making you quickly squint your eyes shut at the motion before you eyes opened again, jaw agape at the sight before you with his legs now swing over the bar, and before you can comprehend or question what on earth is he doing?

His stupidly fat ass is shaking directly in your face as if this is a nightclub and not a public gym you were both in with people. A silent scream is bubbling in your throat as it bounce around in your vision as König laughs in your face, any remaining shame or anxiousness gone from his body, too delighted in your embarrassment as he watched you switched in between slapping his bottom, trying to force it down and covering it with your entire arm before the other patrons see the free show nearby. You truly wonder if it’s too late to return him back to his family at this point…

HORANGI

Despite the steady savings you and him managed to incur from your shared income into the household, some habits are still terribly hard to change from a former life of poverty that used to plagued over Horangi’s childhood where bills were more of his worry rather than his schoolwork. You’re not sure if it’s a feeling of shame or whatsoever that makes it hard for him to open up about his problems with you inside the macho man persona he puts up with. But after a long time, knowing all the bullshit you had put up with him and the confidence you would not suddenly abandon him like any other, he had gotten better with communicating with you.

He’s gotten better with drinking less to sooth his worries and not waste so much money on lottery tickets, just indulging only once a year now that he trusted you to accommodate and look over the bills while he’s away on deployment. You ask him if you got turned into a over-glorified banker as he watched you write down a grocery list to get later on the dinner table. He tells you he’ll get the ring soon enough, you rolled your eyes at that saying it’s because you’re the only one who can tolerate his bad habits.

Such bad habits include his utter lack of care for himself as you gasped at his closet being full of torn and moldy clothes because he haven’t been inside his home for years because what use is there for one when he’s constantly away and nobody to occupied it. But he had reasoned with himself that the home will have good resale value if things got tight as you deadpanned at his lack of furnishing inside.

So friend-turned-house sitter-and partner is a certain way to define in the most efficient and simple way on how you two got together in the first place to all your friends and family — even if they were a little against the idea of Horangi’s personality. Until he won over your family with his care towards you, expensive food, and red ginseng for them and your elderly parents. And there’s your problem with your awfully boisterous yet sheepish husband himself. With all the furnishing and treating he does for you and your loved ones, he barely spends any money on himself. So you’ll find him wearing socks with a hole in them that leaves his big toe hanging out or watching him try to squeeze into some ill-fitting clothes that no longer suit the lanky build he had before as he flop around and tense his arms as if that will make them any smaller.

At first, it amused you with him looking like one of those inflatable mascots at car dealerships trying to fit into them before it dawned on you on how bad his cheap sakes tendencies are before you kicked him out the house with you to shop some better suited clothes he’ll like from tees, pants, and jackets. Just basic stuff that you choose and let him pick as well so he knows what look good on him, even if it makes you crinkle a bit as you watched him pick a hideous printed fruit shirt because he needs the confidence and some rather unique clothes are fine with you… But should you intervene if it gets him looking too crazy?

NIKTO

With all the covers Nikto wears when he’s outside the house, it’s no secret that your boyfriend is terribly pale beneath all the black cloth he wears. At home, all his clothes engulfs a good portion of your shared closet in a physical shadow of cotton that makes it a little too easy to differentiate which clothes are yours, but also hard in finding which exact black garments are your own before you have to flail it open to see its size during laundry. But steadily, you been trying to add some color onto his side, so far, he’s fine with the neutrals and some outfits you composed specifically to go out in.

So when you proposed in going to the beach on a weekday knowing barely any people will be there, you were pleasantly surprised to hear him agree so easily knowing his aversion to people generally, but he had been promising to get out of the house more often for you after a tough argument but nevertheless, it is a simple trip, so you didn’t plan to pack much. Though, you did had to force your boyfriend to wear some prior to the car, making him a little annoyed but still accepting your hand rubbing the cream all over before he told you they had enough.

You were a little amused with what he had been wearing underneath his coverup however when you two got there. The retro striped one piece wasn’t what you were expecting from him. It’s fine— it’s a little cute, you thought as a smile hides itself behind your hand at the sight of him flopping around the shore alongside a large brimmed straw hat and giant goggles you demanded him to wear as to not irritate himself from the scorching sun and salty waters. There’s barely any other families across the vast shoreline so this was a nice change of pace that didn’t leave him agitated from the potential stares he got from his disfigurement.

However, perhaps you could had paid more attention to your boyfriend amidst the long hours you stayed on the beach relaxing, eating, and swimming because why did he decide it was a good idea to swim so far out into the deep blue before diving down with something in his fist? You got your answer soon enough when he proudly presented the well sized fish now flopping around the empty cooler and ice demanding it could be dinner when you get home as you stared, just stared as your head moved up and down to take in the sight of a sun burnt Nikto looking like a crisp hotdog at an gas station you’ll find on a road trip.

You groaned when he hissed at a slight poke as you grab him, just hurriedly packing up as the sun set before you two to get home to paste some aloe vera or lotion onto him urgently. The fish is long forgotten in the cooler as you both made your way to the parking lot with such profound exasperation for not reapplying the sunscreen earlier as he mumbles how you didn’t need to worry so much because he barely got nerves before you gripped his hand, hearing a loud hiss escape his lips. Honestly. what are you going to do with him?

KRUEGER

It’s not unusual that you and Krueger will go out for dinner every month at some diner at least once a month when the both of you used to constantly run into each other at bars where you worked as a bartender, just as a side gig for extra cash before you two dated. Or well… How would one define dating when your only contact with the man is him showing up at your bar every three months and getting random envelopes send to it from some foreign country with a small souvenir of sorts. You had felt like some bird being wooed by the small trinkets given that now laid at home because of him, so just before you quit, just deciding to give him your address before he leaves to who knows where, redirecting that he can visit there instead.

And so, a strange form of affection begin to form from the man who keeps constantly invading your private space and leaving his keepsakes everywhere for some months before he forcibly insert his number into your phone so you can contact him more freely while he’s away at work. So now, any greasy bar food with drinks is his preference to spend time with you, you call him cheesy for that. He pinches your hip for that tease as you yelped.

So now, beyond the dimmed lights and light music playing as the cheers of some sport team scoring break the silence every so often, a nice atmosphere begin to form in between you and him as you ate. Though you do have to bat his hands away every so often from swiping some silverware you commented about likening because you came for a date, not an accomplice robbery, and this place always make your favorite shakes even now and you’re not too keen in being banned from here.

You can feel him biting your shoulder to peeve you as you push his forehead away, his head pushing harder against it in vehement protest. You just want to finish your fries before he steals more from your plate as he sat by you because sitting across means being limited by the table to annoy you even further. You can feel a strain in your neck as you finally managed to get him to back off as he huffs at you as he reaches for his own food. His black tank making him look good with his muscles and tattoo shining in the light, you call him a show-off for wearing that so often. But gosh, with all the time and distance, you constantly forget some things.

Such as the regret you feel now forming as you watched him clenched his burger so tightly the condiments spilled out of it before he begin stuffing it inside his mouth so quickly it looks like he’s about to chock before he finished in a few quick successions. A loud burp burst abruptly in the air as Krueger flashed his teeth at you asking if there’s anything stuck in between them, swirling his tongue around trying to feel if there is anything stuck. You decide to just throw a napkin in his face to answer that question as you shook your head in utter disbelief. Is your standards really that low?

[mawlers]

If anyone is wondering what type of shirt Horangi was picking out and you wish to defend him…. As a person who lives in humid climates, this is a common sight for me:

[mawlers]

GETTING THE ICK - KORTAC

SNIPPET: It's very rare that you and your partner can find time to hang out together with the constant long distance that set you guys apart for so long. Sure, there may be times when you may feel a little dishearten by the missing of typical couple or bonding holidays throughout the year, the small moments and compromises of late night conversations and heavy boxes back and forth sent to give the other a reminder of the other’s presence is nice during those lonely nights. So you treasure the short moments you have before life takes them again, even when the years past by makes them a little too comfortable in desensitizing you to their strangeness beyond the typical clinging and strange noises they make every so often.

For all the love one can hold for their significant other in between moments of the romantic and — unromantic, you had grown an unmeasurable tolerance to your man acting like an utter buffoon around you.

[CW: gender neutral reader and embarrassing moments within domestic life.]

[COMMENT: I wanted to write about something cute and sweet. All of this is just terribly indulgent, and everyone is all stupid and comfortable.]

KÖNIG

You know, when you asked König if you can hang out with him, wanting to indulge him in one of his many hobbies and be present in knowing what he liked, the last thing you expected was some hardcore gym with the sound of men grunting and dropping their carry everywhere while you pathetically wear some cheesy gym clothes that he brought to match with you, saying it will be chill place. You feel a little too lost on where to even start as he walked you around the muscular people drinking concoctions of horrible protein powders and most definitely people on steroids as you followed close behind because he want to exercise with you as you both moved from machine to machine as the hours past by on your own, individually.

So why is it, that your boyfriend decides to ask you to watch him as he lifted weights, you had to take a moment to process what is he even saying to you as he laid down on the bench, already warmed and pumped to go, you could not even get a protest in at the unmeasurable amount of responsibility on your shoulders wondering if he's sane right now to ask you out of all people as you stood above his head, ready to risk your life catching it for him…

You can see the stupid crinkle of his eyes smiling at you beyond the black face mask and cap he wore, just trusting you for some unfathomable reason. You already feel overstimulated by your own sweat dripping about your body and the bright LED lights blaring upon you both, but he said it was his final rep — and honestly you just wanted to get out of here and take a shower so there was little protest from you.

A pang rings through your head as your gaze averts to the numerous weights on either sides of the bar wondering if you can even save him from being smashed in the face by his lifts. You hope your insurance can cover injury via gym equipment in their policy. So just about the sickness begins to swell in your stomach, prepared to take anything for your man as his arms tense prepared to lift the load… You can feel a small wind blowing in your face making you quickly squint your eyes shut at the motion before you eyes opened again, jaw agape at the sight before you with his legs now swing over the bar, and before you can comprehend or question what on earth is he doing?

His stupidly fat ass is shaking directly in your face as if this is a nightclub and not a public gym you were both in with people. A silent scream is bubbling in your throat as it bounce around in your vision as König laughs in your face, any remaining shame or anxiousness gone from his body, too delighted in your embarrassment as he watched you switched in between slapping his bottom, trying to force it down and covering it with your entire arm before the other patrons see the free show nearby. You truly wonder if it’s too late to return him back to his family at this point…

HORANGI

Despite the steady savings you and him managed to incur from your shared income into the household, some habits are still terribly hard to change from a former life of poverty that used to plagued over Horangi’s childhood where bills were more of his worry rather than his schoolwork. You’re not sure if it’s a feeling of shame or whatsoever that makes it hard for him to open up about his problems with you inside the macho man persona he puts up with. But after a long time, knowing all the bullshit you had put up with him and the confidence you would not suddenly abandon him like any other, he had gotten better with communicating with you.

He’s gotten better with drinking less to sooth his worries and not waste so much money on lottery tickets, just indulging only once a year now that he trusted you to accommodate and look over the bills while he’s away on deployment. You ask him if you got turned into a over-glorified banker as he watched you write down a grocery list to get later on the dinner table. He tells you he’ll get the ring soon enough, you rolled your eyes at that saying it’s because you’re the only one who can tolerate his bad habits.

Such bad habits include his utter lack of care for himself as you gasped at his closet being full of torn and moldy clothes because he haven’t been inside his home for years because what use is there for one when he’s constantly away and nobody to occupied it. But he had reasoned with himself that the home will have good resale value if things got tight as you deadpanned at his lack of furnishing inside.

So friend-turned-house sitter-and partner is a certain way to define in the most efficient and simple way on how you two got together in the first place to all your friends and family — even if they were a little against the idea of Horangi’s personality. Until he won over your family with his care towards you, expensive food, and red ginseng for them and your elderly parents. And there’s your problem with your awfully boisterous yet sheepish husband himself. With all the furnishing and treating he does for you and your loved ones, he barely spends any money on himself. So you’ll find him wearing socks with a hole in them that leaves his big toe hanging out or watching him try to squeeze into some ill-fitting clothes that no longer suit the lanky build he had before as he flop around and tense his arms as if that will make them any smaller.

At first, it amused you with him looking like one of those inflatable mascots at car dealerships trying to fit into them before it dawned on you on how bad his cheap sakes tendencies are before you kicked him out the house with you to shop some better suited clothes he’ll like from tees, pants, and jackets. Just basic stuff that you choose and let him pick as well so he knows what look good on him, even if it makes you crinkle a bit as you watched him pick a hideous printed fruit shirt because he needs the confidence and some rather unique clothes are fine with you… But should you intervene if it gets him looking too crazy?

NIKTO

With all the covers Nikto wears when he’s outside the house, it’s no secret that your boyfriend is terribly pale beneath all the black cloth he wears. At home, all his clothes engulfs a good portion of your shared closet in a physical shadow of cotton that makes it a little too easy to differentiate which clothes are yours, but also hard in finding which exact black garments are your own before you have to flail it open to see its size during laundry. But steadily, you been trying to add some color onto his side, so far, he’s fine with the neutrals and some outfits you composed specifically to go out in.

So when you proposed in going to the beach on a weekday knowing barely any people will be there, you were pleasantly surprised to hear him agree so easily knowing his aversion to people generally, but he had been promising to get out of the house more often for you after a tough argument but nevertheless, it is a simple trip, so you didn’t plan to pack much. Though, you did had to force your boyfriend to wear some prior to the car, making him a little annoyed but still accepting your hand rubbing the cream all over before he told you they had enough.

You were a little amused with what he had been wearing underneath his coverup however when you two got there. The retro striped one piece wasn’t what you were expecting from him. It’s fine— it’s a little cute, you thought as a smile hides itself behind your hand at the sight of him flopping around the shore alongside a large brimmed straw hat and giant goggles you demanded him to wear as to not irritate himself from the scorching sun and salty waters. There’s barely any other families across the vast shoreline so this was a nice change of pace that didn’t leave him agitated from the potential stares he got from his disfigurement.

However, perhaps you could had paid more attention to your boyfriend amidst the long hours you stayed on the beach relaxing, eating, and swimming because why did he decide it was a good idea to swim so far out into the deep blue before diving down with something in his fist? You got your answer soon enough when he proudly presented the well sized fish now flopping around the empty cooler and ice demanding it could be dinner when you get home as you stared, just stared as your head moved up and down to take in the sight of a sun burnt Nikto looking like a crisp hotdog at an gas station you’ll find on a road trip.

You groaned when he hissed at a slight poke as you grab him, just hurriedly packing up as the sun set before you two to get home to paste some aloe vera or lotion onto him urgently. The fish is long forgotten in the cooler as you both made your way to the parking lot with such profound exasperation for not reapplying the sunscreen earlier as he mumbles how you didn’t need to worry so much because he barely got nerves before you gripped his hand, hearing a loud hiss escape his lips. Honestly. what are you going to do with him?

KRUEGER

It’s not unusual that you and Krueger will go out for dinner every month at some diner at least once a month when the both of you used to constantly run into each other at bars where you worked as a bartender, just as a side gig for extra cash before you two dated. Or well… How would one define dating when your only contact with the man is him showing up at your bar every three months and getting random envelopes send to it from some foreign country with a small souvenir of sorts. You had felt like some bird being wooed by the small trinkets given that now laid at home because of him, so just before you quit, just deciding to give him your address before he leaves to who knows where, redirecting that he can visit there instead.

And so, a strange form of affection begin to form from the man who keeps constantly invading your private space and leaving his keepsakes everywhere for some months before he forcibly insert his number into your phone so you can contact him more freely while he’s away at work. So now, any greasy bar food with drinks is his preference to spend time with you, you call him cheesy for that. He pinches your hip for that tease as you yelped.

So now, beyond the dimmed lights and light music playing as the cheers of some sport team scoring break the silence every so often, a nice atmosphere begin to form in between you and him as you ate. Though you do have to bat his hands away every so often from swiping some silverware you commented about likening because you came for a date, not an accomplice robbery, and this place always make your favorite shakes even now and you’re not too keen in being banned from here.

You can feel him biting your shoulder to peeve you as you push his forehead away, his head pushing harder against it in vehement protest. You just want to finish your fries before he steals more from your plate as he sat by you because sitting across means being limited by the table to annoy you even further. You can feel a strain in your neck as you finally managed to get him to back off as he huffs at you as he reaches for his own food. His black tank making him look good with his muscles and tattoo shining in the light, you call him a show-off for wearing that so often. But gosh, with all the time and distance, you constantly forget some things.

Such as the regret you feel now forming as you watched him clenched his burger so tightly the condiments spilled out of it before he begin stuffing it inside his mouth so quickly it looks like he’s about to chock before he finished in a few quick successions. A loud burp burst abruptly in the air as Krueger flashed his teeth at you asking if there’s anything stuck in between them, swirling his tongue around trying to feel if there is anything stuck. You decide to just throw a napkin in his face to answer that question as you shook your head in utter disbelief. Is your standards really that low?

[somuchspringg]

wonder if older mutuals look at me and be like omlll this kid again 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

[demothers-empty-blog]

nsfw!! ish? mentions of ed

nikto doesn’t like kisses with tongue, he gets embarrassed. in his mind, only married people or one night stands kiss with tongue. not even, he fucked before without kissing. didn’t go so well. nikto couldn’t finish, he barely got hard and both parties left unsatisfied that night

it’s such an intimate act and there’s yet a ring to grace your finger. nikto imagines the day he gets to kiss you with surprising fondness, picturing his beloved milaya in a white dress. he doesn’t wanna rush things, so he settles for very firm pecks on the mouth. no tongue, leaving your lips red and swollen, nearly bruising poor you in the process. he kinda reminds you of a pachycephalosaurus with all that headbutting ….but with kisses

[mawlers]

FUCKKKKKKKKK,,,, this got me giggly oh my goshhh, heheh hehehehe, rubbing my hands and licking my lips, need to give you a kiss too for real for this treat, thankkk youuuuuuu

[syntheticsymp]

Do you have any personal headcanons for how Nikto looks?

Ok, I have been waiting for this ask so I can rant, thank you anon. The more I write for Nikto, the more I tend to tinker with his design, so it’s changed a little between fics. But I think I have decided on something solid. I can't draw for anything, so I’ll do my best to describe what I see in my head. Buckle in, because I wrote wayyy too much

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I'll start off with the basics and describe his scars after the cut. Nikto is 5’11, around 200 pounds, and has a muscle-thick build. He's more thick than he is tall, but that doesn't make him any less of a tank. He eats like a starved man because his work requires energy, but he can’t really taste his food or savor it. He’ll often forget to eat if he is away from the KorTac base, causing a frequent fluctuation in his weight. He always has bruises on his hands from reloading his guns and bruises/scratchmarks/scabs from his enemies on the battlefield. And he is extremely pale because he's constantly wearing long sleeves. His dirty blond hair, what little he has left beneath the mask, is kept buzzed. Having it in his face annoys him and he doesn't really care for fashion anymore. You will only catch him wearing black outside of his uniform, long sleeves even in summer. It’s more to keep from strangers accidentally touching him than hiding his scars. He's fine being touched when he's the on initiating contact with them, but hates when people touch him. He doesn't really care about wearing a mask, but was told his face scares the recruits, so he keeps it on at the base and if he goes into public. It’s best to blend in just in case hostiles are watching. Nikto’s a bit (alot) too paranoid for his own good.

But BEFORE he was tortured is a different story. I think he'd be stereotypically attractive, strong jaw, short blond hair, blue eyes, and since he was working for the FSB in his twenties, he was solid muscle. Like I’m talking SOLID muscle. Part of him still sees himself as that untouched version, thinking he's still attractive when he isn't.

Now, down to the nitty gritty. It’s definitely going to be overkill with the scars, but I can't help myself. TRIGGER WARNING for scars and torture method descriptions, by the way. Also, a brief description of his dick.

To build Nikto’s identity, I researched torture methods used in Russia during the late 80s-90s because I headcannon him to be late thirties. We hit the basics like tooth pulling, nail pulling, finger breaking, and such. He definitely has knots in his fingers where they were broken and later healed. His arms are probably the most screwed up because of the Lastochka torture method that originated in Russia, where people are tied up by their arms and suspended, pulling muscles and cutting off blood flow to his wrists, potentially dislocating arms. Forcing a proud man to bow. These torture methods feed into the reason why he will never let anyone take control of him, or his body, ever again. Not even a loved one.

Once upon a time, he had a crappy tattoo on his upper arm that he had gotten while drunk with some of his buddies. Not big enough for his bosses or mother to notice (because tattoos in Russia at the time were stigmatized as being low class or criminal), not anything particularly meaningful, either. Perhaps the first thing he saw on the tattoo parlor’s wall, most likely a classic lineart of a naked lady. He was rebellious in his early twenties, back when he had a normal life. But now? You can barely see the ink among the mangled flesh. If you asked, he wouldn't even be able to remember what it was supposed to resemble.

And chemical burns! All down his torso, a stark trail that you can trace with your fingers (I attached a picture at the end for reference for the not-too-bad burns!). Some patches are worse than others, some spots being wiry while others still have the dark burnt color. Even years later, he refused to let a doctor check them out. He doesn't trust any medic near him, since Mr. Z’s doctors were tasked with keeping him just alive enough so that he wouldn't die. His nose has been broken a few times, too. There’s a small chunk taken out toward the bottom, where the brass knuckles of one of his assailants caught on the flesh and ripped. Hence, why he snores so freaking loud.

I also headcannon him to be a little aquaphobic from being waterboarded so many times, to the point he still rarely drinks water. And he can only shower with the curtain open so he can change his mind at any moment. But when he does shower, he keeps it short and the water boiling hot. He scrubs his skin hard enough it turns red, trying to cleanse himself from something he can't get rid of. He has alot of unhealthy habits he doesn't notice. While he's deathly still most of the time, when he's alone, he has a few tics. A hand spasm or a neck jerk, nothing major. He can hide it well and keep it under control during work with a mix of pure willpower and the medications he has to take under threat of being let go from KorTac and sent to his execution. Smoking helps, or at least, he thinks it does.

My BIGGEST HEADCANNON to give him is full, disgusting scars down his face. The skin is completely ripped, exposing the inside of his right cheek. All his missing teeth, all the ones yellowed from nicotine, are 100% visible. The papery, stringy skin there is stretched strangely because it never healed properly, so when his mouth is closed, it hangs down like thin flaps. The holes are big enough that you can stick your fingers through, and when he smokes, he can blow the smoke out of them! He's also missing an ear on that side so he's hard of hearing, which is part of the reason he glares at people instead of answering them. Out of 30 teeth (he was born without wisdom teeth, random, but I will die on this hill) he has 23. He lost an upper canine, a lower canine, and the rest taken were molars since those hurt the most! He had a bad habit of biting his captors when they got close, so they took care of that issue. His lips were thin even before what happened, but now, the right side is also missing most of the cartilage, making certain tasks a little harder.

He didn't have access to proper care after Mr. Z dumped him, so his healing was slow, painful, and wrong. Instead of healing and becoming the man he was before, he became the twisted thing we know him as today!

Finally, let’s talk about his dick. Circumcision isn't common in Russia (only 11-12 percent of guys) so he is uncut. And even that isn't devoid of scars. Since Mr. Z’s torture was meant to completely break Nikto, they didn't spare his dick, either. It’s still intact, don’t worry, but he has a very prominent scar going from the base to his belly button. Hair down there still grows patchy, though. And, as you guys know, I strongly believe he has erectile dysfunction. Either from the torture, PTSD, or his complete lack of emotion, it just doesn't work. It’s probably the only thing he is insecure about. Being the control freak he is, he is upset when he can't get hard for you.

Ok, one last thought. If he wifes you up, he will prefer a bitemark around his finger instead of a ring. Pain doesn't bother him anyway, and he'd prefer a real mark only you could give him. He is still in control with that sort of scar, so he doesn’t mind giving you that power.

Anyway, that's all from me (for now) thanks for reading my rambles! Feel free to comment and discuss your own headcannons, I’d love to hear!

**reference picture for his more tame chemical burns

[mawlers]

this got me cheesing ear to ear, I could almost shed a tear at this oh my gosh, bless this post fr fr, im gonna sleep so good with my tummy full as I replay this post in my mind until I drain all the serotonin out of it for me

[mawlers]

my beloved mal, just sneaking my way into ur inbox to say that whenever I’m sad, I take a look at your horror movie tier list and brahms!könig ask to turn my frown upside down

(i’m sorry i’m terrible at replying <\3)

dearest demother,

on könig, we are smashing him this whumptober. I need to infect your mind more with these heinous things going on in my head from all my anger about college work in your inbox. im glad our fun times can cheer you up, sorry for the wait!!!!

[demothers-empty-blog]

nsfw!! ish? mentions of ed

nikto doesn’t like kisses with tongue, he gets embarrassed. in his mind, only married people or one night stands kiss with tongue. not even, he fucked before without kissing. didn’t go so well. nikto couldn’t finish, he barely got hard and both parties left unsatisfied that night

it’s such an intimate act and there’s yet a ring to grace your finger. nikto imagines the day he gets to kiss you with surprising fondness, picturing his beloved milaya in a white dress. he doesn’t wanna rush things, so he settles for very firm pecks on the mouth. no tongue, leaving your lips red and swollen, nearly bruising poor you in the process. he kinda reminds you of a pachycephalosaurus with all that headbutting ….but with kisses

[mawlers]

dearest demother,

I had not read this yet, but soon after I complete my duties (collegework & appointments) I shall reward myself to this feast.

[mawlers]

life update:

hello everyone,

I severely apologize for my long extended break that went months over than I had originally planned due to life circumstances prolonged by my poor mental health and familial responsibilities.

long story short, for why I been away, I live with my disabled majority family including my grandparents. my grandfather had knee and spine surgery and my grandma had coughed blood from a sharp small bone accidentally puncturing her insides, I look after them along with the rest of my family, they’re fine now.

I also had finally got my scholarship that pays for all four years of my education but you need to complete the prereqs for three years in secondary school. my teacher did not do her job well and me and the majority of the class in my third year failed so I needed to pay like a couple hundred to retake multiple classes I already passed because I failed one exam in my final year due to that teacher’s neglect. this had caused me a lot of guilt for my financial burden on my family, since we’re low income, and that fueling my guilt complexion. I don’t have much time anymore because I am studying for a degree in the med field so I can get enough money to make someone proud.

I also been dealing with my attachment issues and trying to get better for my loved ones. I miss the friends I get to see everyday, and this constant avoidance and bitterness and anger that festers and rises up and down when I feel easily replaced gets bad until it soothes away into forgetfulness is something I deal with in my mind for a long time. but whatever mooching I could take from people sharing their therapist advice, I am trying to insert and make my place more by customizing my space and engaging in things I never got to do to make myself stay and give into my depression and passive suicidal tendencied

not trying to make this excuses on excuses because to my friends that I made upon here, I could at least gave you all an earlier update and I apologize for my lack of communication and commitment. I had lost a lot of my writing motivation and honestly when you reached out I felt terrible embarrassed and ashamed of myself so now late at night as I write this, I only could muster a little bit of courage now.

love ya fish, demother, and ditto. I promise to be more active by october, you can hold me to that. thank you all for sticking around and to whoever keeps up with this blog. goodbye and good morning or night to whoever reads this, I will comr back as a better person with things to post.👋

[bouncypickle]

KN if Nikto was weirdly possessive of Krueger and expressed it very poorly

Nikto sees the man too late to warn Krueger. In a flash of black tactical gear and cold steel, Krueger is tackled to the ground. Krueger lands on his front, the enemy on his back.

Nikto doesn't act, knows Krueger has it handled.

Only Krueger hesitates. He moves to strike but halts. Krueger lets the enemy carve open his shoulder.

Nikto is sent into a blind fury at the sight of Sebastian's blood.

When he comes to, Nikto is on top of the enemy. The man's face is caved in, blood and brains paint the ground like a halo around his skull. Nikto's fists are throbbing with pain. His knuckles will be bruised to the bone.

Nikto's heart is pounding rage through his veins until all he can feel is anger in every inch of his body.

When Nikto stands, he shoves Krueger out of his way. Without glancing at Krueger, he speaks into the radio on his shoulder, calling for a med evac. His injury makes Krueger a liability in the field.

Instead of letting Krueger ignore his wound, Nikto pushes Krueger around to tend to it himself. He tears the sleeves off of his own shirt, long to hide the mottling scars on his arms. Then he ties the fabric around Krueger's shoulder as a makeshift bandage to slow down the bloodflow.

Sweat is collecting at the back of Krueger's neck. Nikto feels the sudden urge to kiss it away. Instead he grabs there with his fist and drags Krueger into cover.

Then Nikto leaves Krueger there and returns to the mission.

He's furious and that fury drives Nikto forward. He accomplishes what a four man squad couldn't and pushes the enemy back into a retreat. Only he doesn't let them get away. By the time he's calmed down, Nikto's chest is heaving, his brow is drenched with sweat, and he's covered in blood. None of it is his own.

The entire base clears when he walks down the hall.

Sebastian is standing outside of medical, shirtless but bandaged. He looks up when Nikto approaches and braces himself. Nikto hits him hard enough to knock Sebastian to the floor.

Immediately the rest of the team splits between helping Sebastian to his feet and holding Nikto back.

“Mудак!” Nikto barks, “I am not your dog!”

Sebastian's eyes widen. Of course he's surprised. Sebastian thinks he's so fucking clever.

Nikto shakes off his teammates and takes one long step forward into Sebastian's space. He grabs him by the neck. Sebastian isn't fighting him even though he could.

“You did it on purpose.”

Nikto shakes Sebastian.

“Your blood does not belong to them.”

And Krueger fucking smirks at him, knowing and smug.

“You killed them?”

“I killed them all,” Nikto growls, “Don't do this again.”

Then he kisses the blood from Sebastian's lips. Blood his own fist spilt. Blood that belongs to him.

[mawlers]

YA’LL… YA’LL. I NEED ALL OF YOU, MY MOOTS, READERS, STRANGERS, I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE TO LOOK AT THIS. IMMEDIATELY!

FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!! EXCUSE MY LANGUAGE, BUT READING THIS WAS LIKE A SHOT OF DOPAMINE TO THE SYSTEM. SHIT!!!!! IM GENUINELY SO AWAKE RIGHT NOW AND CLAWING AT MY SCREEN.

I WANT THIS BLASTED BEHIND MY EYELIDS AND INTO MY SUBCONSCIOUS WITH A FULL FRONT SEAT TO SPECTATE IT ALL AGAIN WHEN I GO TO SLEEP TONIGHT. OP!!! DO YOU KNOW YOU ARE INSANE FOR THIS!!! /POS!!!

I NEED TO SAVOR THIS, READ IT ONCE IN A BLUE MOON!!! GAHHHH!!!! MY STOMACH HURTS.

“Blood his own fist split. Blood that belongs to him.” Yeah, yeah. Pack it up. This will haunt me later when I need it to. You’re so cool for this op. Fic taste so wonderful.

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

im suddenly really craving sacabambaspis sashimi, and look at what i found here…

[mawlers]

C’MERE BOY, I WANT TO TRY PREHISTORIC SASHIMI…

[mawlers]

*you shudder awake to the feeling of something warm and dripping down your cheek, to your horror a fish fin is slowly smearing blood on your cheek. when i notice you wake, i slither awayyyy*

I will get revenge…

[mawlers]

Fuck… I just realize. I’m just a shadow from my past, bearing me, holding me, and haunting me like a spirit to its body because I, tween year old me and now adult me just realize, I like fucking captain characters. I’m going to cry, I love and crushed on Gabriel Reyes from Overwatch and today, John Price. The nostalgia and regret I am feeling right now is unreal…

GUYS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND.

THE SAME FUCKING BUILD, FACIAL HAIR AND BEANIE AND AMBITIOUS/RECKLESS PERSONALITY. OHHH MY DAYS, GOSHDAMNIT. I HATE THIS PIPELINE I HATE THIS PIPELINE. OHHH MY GOODNESS I NEED TO BASH MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL.. THIS IS SO MORTIFYING AND EMBARRASSING TO ME. I KNOW I AM PROBABLY BEING OVERDRAMATIC, I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS LIKE BEING A WIDOW, WHOM LONG HAD MOURNED YOUR DEAD WIFE AND A COUPLE YEARS LATER, YOU REMARRY AND SUDDENLY, ON A MUDANE DAY, YOU SEE A FLASH OF HER REFLECTION IN YOUR NEW WIFE’S EYES IN THE EARLY MORNING LIGHT AND YOU DIE A LITTLE INSIDE BECAUSE YOU NEVER TRULY STOP MISSING AND LOVING THEM.

I STILL HAD NEVER FORGIVEN OVERWATCH FOR NEVER MAKING STORY MODE DESPITE PROMISING TO DO SO!! IDGAF ABOUT YOUR NEW FLASHY SKINS, GIVE ME MY WIFE BACK!!!!!!! GABRIEL, I LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH.

[asexualbuthorny]

new tag game but with this

here's mine

@jupiter-reimagined @the-whispers-of-death @izak-gov @kavehsmommyissues @fishsinsareacknowledged @mawlbone

[mawlers]

thanks for the tag ditto!! here’s mines!

tag: @demothers-empty-blog

[mawlers]

gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick gives you a stick now your hands are full of sticks

sticks are quite resourceful!

[loser1loser2loser3]

hihi!! would königin or flemish giant könig perhaps interest you?

https://www.tumblr.com/mawlbone/778866936239079424/diner-gals-k%25C3%25B6nigin-horangi-krueger-nikto

https://www.tumblr.com/mawlbone/771725363009224704/lucky-rabbits-foot-k%25C3%25B6nig

absolutely

[mawlers]

SQUEEEEEEAAAAALLLLLLL!!!! THIS IS UTTERLY PERFECT AND GORGEOUS AND EVERYTHING THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!! IM FUCKING LEAPING AROUND AND SHIT!!! WTF!!! WTFF!!! UR SO COOL!!! HE LOOKS VERY VERY HANDSOME OHHH THANK YOUR HANDS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAINMN!! IM GONNA BAWL!!! OH MY GOSHHHHH. THE EARS??? STOPPP STOPP, MY HEART???!!!