#mwii nikto

[codnasties]

Request some delicious Nikto based links. Know that man fucks likea madman. Full on mating press, mouth to neck leaving bites drool, going at till he is the one overstimulated. Feel like he is in second place after konig for the most mess. Also see em as a munch with a preference from behind or with em upside down face shoved to is lap/choking on his cock.

nasty nikto 🔪 (🌽 link)

alternative link (bsky)

there are some words that become too small to encapsulate the essence of a person. especially if that person is built-like-a-tank nikto, war criminal nikto, rough-around-the-edges nikto. everything is too small for him.

that's why saying that he fucks nasty doesn't do him justice. it's better to say he fucks filthy. his built frame pinning you against the soft bed. hands bunching up the bedsheets under you as you brace for his madman-like fucking.

only the loud plaping of skin, your moans, and his groans can be heard in that room. hands roughly grabbing your hips, making yo change from prone bone to doggy. his hand finding your hair an pulling on it slightly, making you arch your back.

slumping forwards from how good he's fucking you when he lets go of your hair. hand sitting on your ass to guide you back, making you meet his deep harsh thrusts. walls pulsing around him as he beging to lick every crevice of skin he can and marking you until he makes a mess out of your body.

you look so pretty when your head is empty and you pussy is full

[ab-grund]

pathetic nikto who loves being your little toy!

requested by sweet thing @castbound2358

“j-just use me, малышка,” his tongue curls around the foreign words, accent so thick, almost heady with how breathless he is. his lips purse as he chokes on his own gasps, whimpers swallowed by the meaty tissue of his cheeks. “use me… w-whatever you want.”

you roll yourself forward slowly, pearly clit dragging over the scruff of his hair. hair that paints thick against his skin, dragging a line up to his belly button. it sends his belly button tugging in, sucking up a shuddering breath to ensure he doesn’t finish before you, to focus himself on holding back.

he’s pawing at your hips, fighting from shoving you back, pulling you off. god, he’s so easy to get off, so close the second you sunk down onto him. you look so good ontop of him, swallowing every inch of his cock. skin so soft and fluffy he can’t help from digging his fingers into it, painting you in his fingerprints.

“иисус, you’re gonna make me- mmph- cum.” he can’t help his words, the skin around his eyes all melty and disfigured as he watches you in awe, blown pupils mapping every inch of skin. it’s like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, just whimpering and gasping out compliments every time you roll back onto him.

he can feel every ridge of you, the way your sweet cunt sucks him back, convulsing tighter the closer and closer you get. and when you nails grab at his chest, sinking into the blades of his shoulders, his hips rut.

they tilt against yours, not fully center as he digs his cock deep. the pinkie, leaking tip shoving against you, so deep, so much pressure you almost stumble before shoving him back down with a hearty drop.

“stay still, niko, you were doing so good, baby.” your words hit him in the chest, heart sending blood pooling in his brain. were? oh gosh, does it hurt, he was doing good? it’s the worst thing he’s ever heard, he can’t believe it. his hips shuffle back, palms smoothing over your soft skin as his lower lip trembles in a pout.

“i’m sorry, so sorry! just- just feel so g- yes!- good!” he gasps, tears building on his lower lashline in absolute disappointment of himself. just stay still. take it.

and he does. even as his body locks up, even as his eyes roll back when his orgasm shoots straight up his spine. he’s arching off the bed, losing his own game as his mushroomy tip grabs at your cervix, painting your perfect pussy white in his pathetic mess.

[luxcuriousao3]

First Nikto post, kind nervous

warnings: briefly mentioned stalking/kidnapping, sprinkle of dark humor

Post-torture Nikto who has wayyyy too many complexes about his mutilated body to undress or be touched, but who still desires you. So he just watches you masturbate instead. He doesn't touch himself, he barely even moves—every inch of him is perfectly still, totally covered in black cloth, except for his piercing blue eyes.

The first time he watched you, it was through your bedroom window, and you were entirely unaware. Now, he gets to be in the same room as you, gets to hear your moans and the wet sound of your cunt being fucked by your own fingers. Sometimes, he’ll reach out and touch your thigh with his gloved finger, just for a second, but that's the most he ever does.

You definitely expected worse when he kidnapped you and brought you to this remote cabin, but really, once you got over your initial performance anxiety, you realized this new life of yours isn't all that bad.

[just-some-user-hunny]

Idc, Nikto who's on his knees/bowing down for you so often, you forget his true height most of the time. His knees are accustomed to the engravings of the kitchen tiles and the plush texture of the living room carpet.

One moment he's knelt by your feet, slipping your feet into your shoes for you and tying them up whilst you eat the breakfast he made you. You grant him syrupy buttery kisses, tasting just like the pancakes on your plate.

But the moment he rises to his feet, his big hand eclipsing the back of your head to pet you affectionately do you realise the staggering size difference and gulp a little. He's indifferent, crowding over you and fussing over fixing the clasp on your necklace to notice. As if he wasn't a hulking mass besides you.

Or when you're in the shower. He'll be on his knees, his cheek nestled against your soft unmarred belly, gruff coarse hands grasping loosely at your ankles as you lather the shampoo in his short dark hair. He takes up less room like this, is his reasoning. We are happy down here by your legs llubov. Lightly tracing his scarred lips and fingers across wet silken skin, bowing his head down sweetly whenever you take care of his hair for him.

It's only when the stream of hot water stops, and you find yourself cornered in the cubicle by your soggy wet husband once he's risen to his feet, do you realise oh shit yeah, I forgot he's bloody massive.

Blinking dimly at him as he lathers your body wash between his hands to coax over the tense muscles in your shoulders do you relax. Letting him clean you as well. Contently doing so as you hum and sing just as he likes to fill the comfortable silence.

[kyumisyumi]

Nikto who just doesn't let you leave his home after a one night stand.

You had a general idea of how one night stands went; you get in, you fuck, you get out. It wasn't really something you did often but when your neighbor who, in all honesty, has had your interest for a while asks... It was hard to keep your mouth from saying 'hell fucking yes'. Prior to this your interactions consisted of little more than pleasantries but you knew, from other neighbor's accounts, that he was more talkative with you than anyone else. And now you knew why.

Your neighbor did not disappoint. Nikto fucked the senses right out of your skull. Your clothes crumpled and discarded along with your inhibitions. You'd be feeling him for days; between your legs, in your mouth, in every bruise left on your skin and random twitch in your thigh. It was one hell of a good time but you knew how these things ended. Knew that once the breathing died down and the adrenaline left your senses it was time to put your clothes back on and skedaddle.

However Nikto finds every excuse for you to stay;

You shift to leave the bed but his arm casually wraps around you, pulling you back against him. You look back at him confused but his eyes are already closed and he only says one word. "Sleep."

The next morning you go to put on your clothes only to find they're nowhere in the room. Instead one of his shirts was left on the side of the bed you slept on. You tug it on and when you find him, he's doing laundry. "Hospitality. I clean them for you." He grunts. And so you end up chatting with him in the laundry room, helping out by seperating the clothes.

When that's all done you make one last trip to his room to double check you've left nothing behind. You announce your departure but Nikto stops you from in the kitchen, declaring he's already made breakfast for two. "Don't waste food." He says putting a plate in your hands. To his credit; it was a good hearty breakfast.

Another attempt to leave? He's rented a movie you mentioned, it has to be watched within 24 hours. "You wanted to see this, da. Come, we watch now?"

And another? "You've been wanting to learn how to bake, da? Let me teach you this recipe."

Another one? You can't leave without letting him show you one of his collections

Another? How about another movie?

And the final attempt? "It's too late to be out, better to just spend the night here." He says as if your home wasn't a hop, skip and a jump away from his.

You caught on, of course, but you don't really mind. It's been a while since you've felt wanted and the flattery had you beaming inside. You probably should be alarmed but he hasn't used any force, no intimidation, just a socially inept man trying to convince his pretty little neighbor to move in in the most roundabout way possible.

[lizzy019]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── 18+! ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Nikto who has a lopsided cock because the bindings Zakhaev put him in made it mould uncomfortably. It's never fully erect anymore, and it doesn't exactly feel the same as it used to. He feels it through the moment, whether it be a passionate or aggressive night with you.

Nikto who has a missing testicle and suffers with hypospermia (the lack of sperm cells but not infertile). He didn't know if you would still want to suck him off, and he was quite nervous to show you. But everything seemed to change when you got on your knees to kiss his half erection and cup his one testicle.

Nikto who can't suck love marks into your skin because of his broken, misshapen and malnourished lips. While he would love to see your neck and shoulders covered in hickeys and nibbles, is biting such a bad option?

Nikto who absolutely adored your body, and he honestly would kill to see you in lingerie. The lacey fabric would make you look angelic, more so that you already look! Maybe a bright white or a suiting shade of deep green would look nice on you, but he doesn't know if you want to wear it and he won't force you,

Nikto who DEFINITELY has a breeding kink. It's the Russian part of him, he needs to have offspring to keep his name going. And when you're finally pregnant, growing a child just for him within your womb, he would still eat you tf out, even when you're just a bit too close to the finish line.

Nikto who loves degrading you when he's on top, but melts and fucking nuts when you praise him in any sort of way. He's damn near never gotten any validation during sex, but with you? No, he knows his cock is making you feel good.

Nikto who only lasts long when he's on top, forcing his misaligned cock into you with brutally paced thrusts. He'll be moving you into different positions every few minutes, needing to feel you in every possible way. Just... not when he's bottoming. He'll cum so quick that it almost always leads to you receiving some head.

Nikto who got fucking hard in his pants the first time he saw you naked. Like- damn. Why the hell did you have to be so damn gorgeous? How could he ever manage to catch someone as stunning as you? He worships you, mainly whenever it's an intimate setting.

Nikto who definitely gropes you a bit too hard. You have to forgive him, малышка, you're just so pretty! Mainly your tits, whether you have or not. Pretty nipples hardening under the callouses of his hand, he just can't get enough!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── 18+! ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

@fishsinsareacknowledged @frogcereal29 @simp4konig @puracatt :)

[andreinalinn]

[nrdmssgs]

Masterlist "We can't keep it." "Sputnik. Her name is Sputnik." "We can't keep Sputnik, Nikto! She's a wild animal" "Look her in the eyes." "No" "Look her in the eyes and tell her, she will have to leave this place." "...Fuck you, Andre." "She likes belly scratches. Like this."