#nikto cod

[unadulteratedvoidtragedy]

A continuation to the scent blindness fic

cw: angst to fluff

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You didn't know what to expect from the transfer to KorTac, from what Laswell said there were mostly betas with the exception of two alphas: Konig and Nikto. Except for the fact that after being captured and tortured Nikto's scent glands ended up so severely damaged due to acid burns that he doesn't have a smell anymore. Losing one's scent was equal to losing a part of your identity, you still had your scent at least, not that you were able to feel anything, but the knowledge of its existence was a small comfort. After being discharged you remember frantically looking through your closet in the hopes of finding anything that might make you smell something familiar, but it was no use. That night you laid in bed rubbing your scent glands raw in the hopes that maybe just for a moment you might feel something. You had to stop when the medic threatened to patch them off completely.

There was some talk around the base about Price and the other contesting your transfer, you don't know if it was true and at that point didn't really care anymore. Johnny tried making one last attempt to try and talk to you, but you screamed at him to get away from you. It's hard to say if your outburst or the sight of the destroyed nest was what made him go away. You spend the next few weeks in a state of hypervigilance, not trusting your instincts anymore, instead obsessively checking for microexpressions, nervous tics or tone changes everytime you have to talk with someone. It is stressful and exhausting, but it's the only way to put your mind at ease.

The first thing you feel when meeting KorTac is panic, they're all wearing some kind of masks, the one called Horangi even has sunglasses on. The introduction goes really awkward and you debate if it's too soon to contact Laswell again or if you should just hand in your resignation and save her the paperwork. But then things start going in another direction when they invite you for a movie night as a bonding activity. Which goes surprisingly well, watching Konig cook while scolding Horangi everytime he catches him snacking on ingredients and when he sneaks you a couple of pieces of carrots while winking conspirationally you can't help but smile a little.

There's a silent understanding between you and Nikto, he's the first to sense any small change in your behaviour, always somewhere close. This time there's always one of them watching your back and nobody is left behind. You see the 141 a few more times when the two tasks need to collaborate and anytime one of them tried talking to you one of your teamates, usually Horangi, would just wisk you away to try another of Konig's recipes. You lost count to how many staring contest Ghost and Nikto had, none of them saying anything, not blinking, you're not sure if half the time they were even breathing.

When Gaz's foot gets stucked under a piece of concrete when the wall collapses you're the first person to arrive there and by the time Price and Soap get there you're half carrying Gaz out of the building. Right before the medic takes him away he asks why did you do that to which you answer simply:

"I'm not gonna let people get hurt because of personal grudges."

There's a shadow of shame falling over their faces, but you're already going back with Nikto to the base, Price's raised hand remains still for a moment, the words on the tip of his tongue, but you're already gone.

You start a treatment to slowly regain your sense of smell, but the process is tedious and frustrating, the medication tastes terrible and sometimes it makes you nauseous. You're not sure when the guys start carrying candy around with them so you always have a sweet treat right after the last pill. Konig even brings some fancy chocolate that Horangi tries to steal from only half of the time, none of them ever gets the last piece, instead presenting it to you like some kind of prize.

After a mission that almost goes wrong, you wake up in the infirmary, your teamates sitting around on uncomfortable chairs, rising up at the first sign you're conscious. Despite his severe social anxiety Konig takes off his mask, his hands holding your face and encouraging you to look him in the eyes so you know he's not lying. Nikto brings your hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating eratically:

"We do not lie, we care for you."

And this time you believe them.

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

yall ever think about fucking niktos arms, just grinding over his scars and feeling every groove. the dry skin uncomfortable yet stimulating, gasping when your senses dip into every harshly cut and stitched together piece of skin.

something about hearing nikto coo when you cum all over his meaty arm, the other one coming up to pat you like you're nothing but a silly pet. eyes digging through you and like nowhere at all, just happy to be of use to you. like you're each others pet. if that makes sense

[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

[soldier-mayhem]

[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.

[bumblebee5514]

I'm a student so I am not imagining the CoD men as 36 year old dudes.

I imagine them as 27-29 years old, for my own preferences.

So I like to think about how these bastards would ask their student partner to move in with them, how he/she hesitates, and they weaponize their logic against him/her.

So.

How CoD men would persuade you to move in with them

*If you're a student and they're in their late 20s*

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Simon

Simon doesn’t argue emotionally. He builds a case.

He’ll pause, look at you, then say—calm, flat:

“You’re already here four nights a week.”

“You complain about your place every time you go back.”

“You sleep better here.”

You say it’s early.

He shrugs slightly.

“Doesn’t feel early.”

Beat.

“Feels inefficient.”

And the killer line:

“You don’t lose anything by trying.”

He’s not pushing because he’s needy.

He’s pushing because this already feels like home to him, and he’s quietly offended by the idea of pretending it’s not.

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Keegan

Keegan starts joking—then gets sneakily persuasive.

He smirks:

“You already live here. You just pay rent somewhere else.”

You hesitate.

He tilts his head, thoughtful:

“You’re a student.”

“Your dorm’s loud.”

“You always say you can’t focus."

Then, softer:

“I like knowing you’re safe.”

That’s the emotional hook—but he immediately undercuts it with logic:

“Also, yeah, it’d save you money.”

He makes it sound like he’s doing you a favor, when really he just wants you there.

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König

König doesn’t suggest so much as state reality.

You say it’s early.

He looks at you, genuinely puzzled.

“You are already integrated.”

You blink.

He continues, slow and precise:

“Your things are here.”

“Your routines are here.”

“You return here when tired.”

Then—quiet, direct:

“If you want space, you can still take it.”

He’s not trying to trap you.

He’s just confused why you’re labeling something that already is.

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Non-traumatized Nikto (Igor)

Igor goes full logistical menace.

You hesitate.

He nods once, then calmly dismantles your resistance:

“You pay rent for a room you dislike.”

“You complain about the shower.”

“You carry your laptop back and forth every weekend.”

You say it’s too fast.

He looks at you evenly:

“We are not teenagers.”

“This is practical.”

Then—almost teasing:

“Unless you enjoy suffering. Then I won’t interfere.”

Igor’s nudge isn’t emotional at all.

It’s “why would we live worse on purpose?"

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Hope y'all liked this hahaha!

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[keqikeru]

Pleasant to draw

[alldowner]

this was one of my first kruegernikto drawings i thiiinnnkkk