Dreck

i'm dumb | 20 y.o. | minors dni

[tactical-brainrot]

König likes your ass. And he wants to touch it. He doesn't show it, but you notice his gaze every single time. You find yourself wondering when he'll finally place his big palm there and give a gentle squeeze. He always keeps his hands dangerously close, visibly flustered, but never actually on your ass itself.

Sitting together? He’ll put his arm around your waist, his hand almost resting on your hip. Carrying you? He's a gentleman, avoiding any "danger zones". And when he walks past you and you feel like it's the perfect moment for a light spank, he just passes by, letting his eyes drift down for a moment but never making a move.

You were about to tell him to just go for it, but then, during a hug, you feel him dip lower than he should, his hands sliding down. You almost laugh when you finally felt his palms on your butt, because with the height gap, he had to bend down so low it was almost comical. You let out a tiny laugh and hugged him tighter, silently telling him it was okay.

Honestly, it looked hilarious from the outside

[tactical-brainrot]

I got my new helmet yesterday. Gonna grab a helmet cover and a headset for it soon, maybe even next week

Without my glasses, my expression looks really mean lol

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Part 1 Part 2 (mdni🔞, optional) Part 3

Nikto is back at the base. But if he usually goes through his gear with an empty head, distancing himself from the outside noise, now something is churning inside.

He shouldn't be thinking about this so much. But the conversations in his head won't let him forget.

The thing is, a few days ago someone approached Nikto with a question about you. It wasn't a conversation specifically about you, more of a general question about what Nikto does with his permanent residence during long absences. Nikto answered briefly that you live there and keep things from gathering dust. But as the conversation went on, the question surfaced as to why you two live together even when Nikto returns.

The person he was talking to doesn't know the details of your cohabitation. But the mere fact of this indirect conversation about it set off a wave of discussions in his head. And now he can't empty his mind.

The thought is very simple — why does Nikto want to see you in his home forever so badly? One of the main voices answered curtly that it's simply convenient with you. Another followed up, asking why that is. What are you doing that makes Nikto not even entertain the thought of you no longer living with him. A third voice adds fuel to the fire, asking since when did it become normal to periodically have sex with you and let you touch him wherever you want.

"Мы, видимо, где-то мощно проебались... (We've massively fucked up somewhere, apparently...)" the main voice quietly utters, raising his elbow and tiredly covering his eyes with it.

Nikto was certain there was nothing between you but the formal relationship of a homeowner and his temporary caretaker. But every thought that you might, in theory, go somewhere else makes Nikto grit his teeth and clench his fists.

Not one of the voices in his head wants to let you go.

Damn it, why did that person have to bring up the topic of a house sitter...

[tactical-brainrot]

IRL stuff happened, but i'll be back. I already have a few ideas saved in my drafts. Once i'm done with the move, i'll edit everything and start posting here again

[tactical-brainrot]

A small thing with a system!Reader

You were worried. The last few days, König had been different. Quieter. For some reason, he'd stopped "accidentally" hugging you in the hallway. And overall, he'd started almost avoiding contact. You thought that confessing you're a system had pushed him away. On top of that, one of your parts had been extremely harsh with him recently...

Today, you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to corner him and ask if everything was alright.

You knocked softly, but he didn't answer. Knocked again. And this time, you opened the door without waiting for a response, afraid he'd simply decided to ignore you.

The room was dark, only the dim glow of a tablet providing any light. König had fallen asleep, his head dropped onto his shoulder. And, since the tablet was still on, your gaze slipped uncontrollably to the screen, catching on the open browser.

Hundreds of tabs. "Dissociative Identity Disorder: A Guide for Partners." "How to Recognize a Switch." "What to Do If an Alter Doesn't Accept You." "Tactile Hunger in Systems." "How to Be Supportive Without Being Overbearing."

An indescribable, warming feeling rose in your chest. König, it turns out, can be this sweet... Apparently, he was simply trying to be caring and to understand you. But you still needed to give him a few personal explanations - otherwise, König might think that since one alter isn't fond of touch, hugging you at all is now forbidden.

You leaned down and gently wrapped your arms around his neck.

Slowly, sleepily, he opened his eyes, and a second later his huge arms half-consciously closed around your back.

You'd worried for nothing.

[konigsfertiliser]

You know how they say army people can fall asleep anywhere? Konig.

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Neither you nor Konig have a healthy sleep schedule. You because of your terrible time management and your monkey brain which doesn’t want to sleep, and Konig, because of the nature of his job that constantly leaves him sleep deprived and stuck in different time zones.

But you’re sleepy in different ways. You go about the day in a befuddled state, straddling the edge between asleep and awake. It’s always obvious when you haven’t had a good enough rest, because you’ll be yawning, reaching for the coffee, and generally paying less attention.

Konig, on the other hand, is trained to operate on very little sleep. So it’s difficult to tell if he’s exhausted or not, since he himself won’t admit it either. He will just… fall asleep in random places.

In the parking lot, asleep at the wheel while he was waiting to pick you up because he insisted that he was fine, no he wasn’t tired, he wants to give you the full princess treatment while he’s on leave

On the floor of your living room, right in front of the door. Notable because he scared the shit out of you when you unlocked the door and found what you thought was a corpse in your house

Movie nights almost always end with him falling asleep halfway through, which you find adorable, but it also makes your heart ache a little at just how tired he must be

The worst of the lot, however, was when he took you out for a musical you were a fan of. Midway through the second act, when you were reaching for a tissue, you notice him slumbering away in what you felt was the saddest part of the whole performance.

Bonus, nsfw below the cut:

There’s also the one time, right after a long deployment. He had just finished showering, brushed off your suggestion for him to go to sleep in favour of burying himself inside of you.

He needed the closeness, missed the feeling of being inside you after so long. You indulged him, of course, your silly man. You were the one to guide him inside, relishing in his soft whimpers as he found himself enveloped in that tight heat. You stroked his hair, murmuring quiet words of praise as he ruts into you, little shallow thrusts he is able to muster up. You help him out, rolling your hips against him, occasionally making your walls clench for him. He lets out the sweetest moan when he finally spills inside you, pumping you full and deep.

At first, you thought his even breathing was a result of the post orgasmic bliss, but you later realise that he had fallen asleep, still buried in you.

You could wake him, the logical part of you is telling you to get up and clean yourself up. But like this, with his weight on top of you, he feels like an amazingly comforting weighted blanket. Soon, you and your thoughts follow him to the land of sleep.

(He’s a little mortified when he wakes up in the morning, and you’re a little sore. Before he can apologise, you cut him off with a kiss and an embarrassed whisper that it was kinda hot, to stay together even after he’s soft. Well. Let’s just say he quickly becomes not soft anymore.)

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Part 1 Part 2 (mdni🔞, optional)

Today the plan was to go to the store — the fridge was out of groceries. You look out the window and frown. Mid-April. What the hell is with this blizzard outside?!

Nikto comes up from behind and peers out the window over your shoulder.

"Мы сходим (We'll go)," he says, resting a hand on your other shoulder, then turns away.

You sigh and head to the front door, watching Nikto put on his winter boots and jacket. You slip the wallet into his pocket, knowing perfectly well he wouldn't have forgotten it.

"A couple dozen eggs, dumplings, milk, ground meat. And check for a few soup seasonings too. Coffee… and sugar. Want me to write a list?" you recite the shopping list, leaning your shoulder against the wall. Nikto pats the pockets of his jacket and pants, double-checking that the wallet and phone are in place.

"Нет. Мы пошли (No. We're off)," Nikto replies curtly, turning and opening the door.

You see him off with your gaze, staring at the door for a couple more seconds after it closes.

That brief moment with the door open was enough to make you shiver from the cold. And that was just the air from the stairwell… It must be even colder outside.

You go to the kitchen, opening the fridge and verifying that the list you recited was accurate. Maybe you should have added chicken fillet…

The plan was for you to go to the store alone, but since Nikto volunteered himself, let him. It's still his house and let him decide what he wants for dinner.

The apartment holds its usual ringing silence. Almost. A dull thud sounds from above — the upstairs neighbors dropped something. But otherwise, it's dead quiet. So you decide to break it — you walk over to the shelves with CDs, pick a random nineties movie, and slide it into the TV player. Let it create some background noise. And you'll watch it a bit — maybe it'll catch your interest and draw you in.

That's exactly what happened. The movie made you forget about the blizzard outside. But you immediately get up, hearing the turn of a key.

You step into the hallway, seeing Nikto with a couple of full grocery bags. What the hell did he buy? You don't remember the shopping list being that long.

"Welcome back," you say, taking the bags and carrying them to the kitchen to put everything away.

Oh god… A package of your favorite tea, a whole assortment of treats you've been craving the last few days.

Seems Nikto knows better than you what needs to be bought. The bags contain quite a lot of meat products and vegetables that had completely slipped your mind.

You put everything in its place — some in the fridge, some in the freezer, some in the cupboards. After taking off his boots and jacket, Nikto helped unload the bags as well.

Soon, only a few of the treats you wanted right now remained on the table. Sometime in between, Nikto had already turned on the kettle and now took out the mugs.

While he makes tea for the two of you, you come up from behind and gently hug him. He still carries a slight chill of the outdoors.

"Thank you," you say into his back, and after a couple of seconds, you step back, letting go.

He gave a short nod and handed you your mug. Perfect temperature. The taste is perfect too.

Sometimes the thought crosses your mind that, since he's away from home for so long, he must forget a lot about you. It's amazing how he manages to get everything exactly the way you like it best, every single time.

You take the treats and return to the TV, where the movie is still playing.

"Кодекс бесчестия (Code of Dishonor)?" Nikto's voice sounds, and you just shrug in response.

Nikto sits on the couch and pats the spot next to him. You huff and, gripping your mug tighter, sit down on his lap.

He doesn't push you away. So you correctly understand who's in control inside him right now.

Nikto's hand settles on your side, holding you steady. You place your palm over it, stroking gently with your thumb. Your gaze turns to the screen, continuing to watch the movie.

Outside, snow is still falling in flakes, bringing december back to april. But a warm man, tea, and your favorite treats keep the cold at bay.

There was a blizzard in my town yesterday

[oliversonder]

krueger

(Ty for all the support!!)

[tactical-brainrot]

Rough concept of what my current gear setup looks like vs what i’m aiming for in the future

The only thing i actually own from the planned list right now is a toy remington haha I’m gonna buy the airsoft replicas last. Those things cost a fortune

I really want to replace the helmet. My current MICH 2000 is the size of a giant bucket and I look like a literal mushroom in it The gloves need to be swapped from fingerless to full-finger (safety first for airsoft) and probably a size down Everything else is just a matter of time

The biggest struggle is definitely going to be the NVGs… I don’t exactly trust aliexpress with something like that

I'm really digging how the concept turned out Gonna work towards making it real

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🔞

You don't know why, but after approaching Krueger with a knife in plain sight, you end up behind him in a sharp movement. From behind, you press the knife to his throat. With the dull side. Deliberately, so as not to wound him, because it's… just a joke. You just couldn't suppress your impulsive urge to make such a vile joke.

You planned to remove the knife after a couple of seconds and show that the blade was turned the wrong way, to reassure him, and then laugh about it together. Or maybe you'd get smacked upside the head for "jokes" like that. Also acceptable; you deserved it.

But the moment you meant to pull the knife away, a chuckle came from Krueger, suspiciously resembling a moan.

Krueger spun around and pinned you against the nearest surface, gripping your wrist until it hurt. The knife pressed its sharp edge against his throat.

"I like it better this way. Don't mix it up next time." His voice came out almost like a growl, laced with a strange enjoyment of the situation.

You can literally feel his breathing grow heavier from the moment the blade touched his throat.

Krueger is holding your wrist too tightly. It hurts. You want to pull your hand back, but you feel the blade shift slightly. Because of the mesh, you can't see the damage, but subconsciously you know a thin red line has appeared on Krueger's neck.

You didn't notice how your heart started pounding a frantic rhythm. You wounded him. You didn't mean to hurt him with this stupid joke. But he made you turn the blade and do it. Damn it. Why does Krueger look so satisfied?

You relax your fingers, letting the knife fall from your hand. A couple of seconds later, Krueger releases your wrist and, picking up the fallen knife, steps back.

You straighten up, adjusting your clothes and trying to look off to the side. You need to apologize…

Suddenly, you notice an outstretched hand. Krueger is holding the knife in a fist, gripping the blade itself, offering you the handle. If you take the knife too quickly now, Krueger's hand will…

You carefully place your open palm under the handle, hoping Krueger will release the blade so you don't have to wound his hands too.

Fortunately, Krueger let go of the blade, and the knife dropped into your palm, your fingers immediately closing around the handle. You promptly stashed the knife far away, to a safe distance.

"Next time, turn the blade the right way and come from behind from the start."

And with that "advice," Krueger left you alone with yourself.

What the hell?..

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Part I

Warnings: 🔞NSFW (non-detailed sex)

Nikto, lying on the bed, stared silently at the ceiling and listened to the book review you were watching. There's only one computer in this house, and it's in Nikto's room.

It's already late evening, time to turn in.

"Закругляйся (Wrap it up)," Nikto says, turning over and checking his phone for just a moment, just to see there are no new notifications.

He didn't see it, but he felt your nod. The voice from the video cut off, and a couple of minutes later, the computer screen went dark.

Nikto fixes his gaze on you and, before you can leave, pats the spot on the bed next to him in invitation. You pause for a second, but then sit on the edge and lie down.

Turning off the phone and shoving it somewhere under the pillow, Nikto hugged you from behind. Like hugging a blanket. But not a cold one.

Nikto pressed his lips to your neck. Left a light bite. Only a quiet, slightly surprised inhale came from you. His hand slid from your waist under your clothes to your chest, stroking.

Not that he's in love with you, or you with him. It's just… something that happens sometimes.

Nikto shifts his position, looming over you. Gently kisses you on the lips once and presses close to your neck, hands working below to pull the excess fabric from your hips. He feels your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him only closer.

Smoothly, the man entered your body, warmed by his touch. A few soft thrusts to warm up, then a bit faster, picking up the pace. It gets hot, too hot even. But there's no desire to stop.

But all good things end sooner or later.

Having finished, Nikto slowly pulls out, watching you breathe heavily. The room is too stuffy.

Without a word, Nikto got up from the bed and went to the window, turning the handle and letting fresh, cool air into the room. Meanwhile, you sit up on the edge of the bed, rise, and briefly leave the room to clean yourself up.

A couple of minutes later, you return. Nikto remains standing by the window, waiting for the air in the room to improve. By the time you come back, he reaches for the handle and turns it back, closing the window before it gets too cold.

You lie back down on the bed. Nikto hugs you from behind again, burying his face in your neck.

A few minutes of nighttime silence were broken by Nikto's voice:

"Don't bring anyone here," the man says, voice slightly hoarse, holding you tight with his hands.

You sigh with a faint smile, barely audible.

Not so "no strings attached" after all.

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I have NSFW with Nikto (a continuation of the previous one) and some light flirting with Krueger but I'm so fucking sleepy

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i didn't expect that so many people would like my writing about Nikto

i love you guys

[stormy-tenderheart]

The whole Konig falling in love at first sight thing cuz he thinks you're so pretty/handsome or whatever...eh.

What I would really like is the attraction developing way later after getting to know you and building a friendship, and he doesn't know how to handle the developing feelings. It's not like he thought you were ugly or anything before, but he's confused about why he's suddenly getting brain tingles when he sees your smile or sees some skin that wouldn't have meant anything to him before

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Contract's done. Time to head home.

Nikto returned to his home country and stopped in front of his apartment door. He took a silent breath and turned the key. The door opened.

The familiar scent of home. So organically blended with yours.

He doesn't undress, just sheds his jacket and shoes. He moves deeper into the apartment, finding you at the computer. You turn around and wave at him with a barely noticeable smile.

"Welcome back. Want me to heat something up?" Your calm voice sounds as you swivel the chair in his direction.

Nikto steps closer and opens his arms slightly. You stand up and hug him. The man wraps around you gently, burying his face in your neck for a moment with his eyes closed.

You smell like home.

In reality, you aren't connected in any way. Just talked once at the store about picking out some household cleaner. Sometimes ran into each other at the playground in the courtyard. You say he saved your life by offering you to look after the house while he was away. He didn't bother to interfere.

Soon he lets you go, and you disappear into the hallway. The sound of the refrigerator opening. Nikto followed after. The microwave started humming. The kitchen filled with the aroma of food. Mashed potatoes with cutlets. And tasty gravy. Better than mom's, but just as nostalgic.

Nikto was right to let you watch the house.

The food is reheated. You set the tea next to it and stand, leaning against the kitchen table with your own mug.

Nikto sits at the table and pulls the fabric off his head. You pay no attention to his appearance. You've never really cared much about anyone's looks anyway. And Nikto truly feels relieved that you don't ask unnecessary questions about him.

For some reason, when you are in his house, when he is near you, the rest of the world... ceases to matter. Ceases to exist. As if there is only home and you. And nothing else is needed.

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Someday I'm definitely going to customize my tactical gear and start doing photoshoots...

Overall, I don't need much left — just some mesh fabric so I don't have to show my dumb face, swap the helmet and gloves for ones that actually fit, and then hit the fabric paint to customize the plate carrier