can i just say how much i appreciate you continuing to fight and make noise against those bullshit censor laws. genuinely appreciate every one one of your posts about, keep fighting the good fight
Thank you for doing your part with us! It means a lot to see people stand up with us. We can get so much done when regular guys get over the embarrassement or fear to make some calls and speak up. It's just that I know so many wonderful people who make a living as sex workers or nsfw artists and they deserve good things. I'm more chatty on bsky about it but drawing porn has allowed me to start contributing to my retirement fund in a consistent and meaningful way for the first time in my life. Before that I knew I'd have to work through old age and all the struggles that come with it. Like that was the plan or leave art. I'm happier. I love what I do and I love how fulfilling the work has been for my spirit. I worried less about money and I'd worry a whole lot less if we could get these things killed. I want to protect our futures. I want us to be financially stable. I hope people see the SCREEN Act victory and understand that KOSA is vulnerable.
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Hello kokeshi, i would like to request headcanons with yandere nikto x m!Reader that disassociate or has episodes of depersonalization. It happens to me sometimes and everything just feels strange/foreign, like I'm suddenly not really in control of my body/mind.
Please and thank you <3
— Yandere Nikto with M! Darling! Who disassociates
Warnings: Yandere behavior, Male! Reader, sfw, obsessive tendencies, detailed information of depersonalization-derealization, mention of self-harm(?), and dark content. Tell me if I missed anything!
A/N: I’m so sorry you struggle with this, Anon :(!! Please know you aren’t a failure or less human for these episodes.
NOT PROOFREAD; BOUND TO WORK ON IT.
Nikto watches you more than he breathes. It isn’t something that is openly talked about but absolutely insured. The first time he sees an episode happen, preferably without your knowledge, he’s confused. His brain goes quiet, cataloging every movement and feeling. At first, it’s pure assessment—what is he doing? Are you stressed? Is it a threat? Why?
Then he notices your body language; it’s subconscious. Your eyes become glossy, body swaying back and forth, while chores are still somehow finished. Exactly like a robot. He sees you hover back, glancing around as if you were freshly just put into a position. Then you begin questioning everything - asking friends, family, even yourself if anything is real. He hums at that thought, and his pulse spikes because in an odd tendered way, he can sympathize with it. All of them can.
Once he’s gathered evidence, Nikto begins “checking on you” without informing you.
It’s all hypervigilance. He begins showing up unannounced, trying his best not to scare you—but also testing you in return—he wants a front row seat in experiencing it. And he might actually catch an episode or two in the act.
If Nikto doesn’t catch it directly, he’s still weirdly nearby. Clinginess spiked, being uncomfortably close. You say you’re heading to the bathroom, and he follows, sitting outside. He begins hovering, staying around longer, texting you more often, subtly rearranging your schedule so he’s around tighter. He’s all about timing.
And in truth, It’ll eventually happen, just like how the man predicted.
When the dissociating happens, he’s calm. Too calm. A small poke into your knee has you blinking rapidly. A squeeze to your wrist has you apologizing. A gentle blow to your neck, shaking your head at the sudden warm air usually pulls you out, but if it’s a longer episode—one that has you waving in-and-out, stuttering—staring at him like he’s someone new, Nikto doesn’t question back. He nods, feeling the rush of movement reaching his ears to your confusion.
He takes it with glee. Doesn’t let you finish a sorry before his lips meet yours, whispering a shush. You never have to apologize for suffering. But, one of the few parts that makes him stand out is that he doesn’t try to fix you. In fact, he never mentions if you see a doctor. Take medication. Do activities that help your symptoms. He figures it out on his own.
As does what he can to help you. Nikto begins toying with your digits more. It doesn’t matter if they’re sweaty, cold, or clammy. He squeezes, right until you have a reaction; a twitch doesn’t simply fulfill him. He needs your voice or a big physical acknowledgment. He likes thumbs up for that reason.
If you wear bracelets or rings, he twirls them up and down, finally snapping them against your skin when he begins to see you float. Funnily enough, earrings work too—and he definitely gets a puff of satisfaction seeing you squint when he pulls at your ear band.
With your episodes of depersonalization, he keeps it straight: Nikto doesn’t outright comfort you. Instead, has you retain your normal activities. Engaging in mental and physical stimulation. Ensured you’re awakened and a tad bothered by him.
He begins sitting closer on couches, having you participate in other stimulation like fun-quizzes. Asking each other “would you rather” questions or shoving the cards into your hands and opting you to start first. He’ll joke that you need to “know his favorite body part” under his breath, but his eyes are too dark for it to be an actual joke.
If you ask reality-like questions, like why are you here and if this a dream, Nikto stares at you—holding your hand steady, pulling it to his cheek. ”How many scars do you think I have? Count em’.”
To make you feel less alien, Nikto lets you kiss and feel his pulse. A grounding touch around his throat, a hopeful technique that may work. He rests his neck near your hand on purpose, circling his knuckles along your forearm, nudging you to hold his jaw.
It’s the same for kissing; during cuddling, to feel your lips and where his heart beats, signaling a vulnerability. It soon becomes a ritual. If you’re anxious and beginning to spur out, he’s grabbing your palm and laying your thumb on top of his Adam’s apple. “Add pressure,” he’ll mutter, shoving your fingers around his neck like it’s a normal thing.
If you hesitate, Nikto will tilt his head and give you a sharp click of the tongue that’s not quite a question. “Go on. You know it helps.”
Hi,I really love everything your write and wondering if you could do 141+Alejandro & Konig got heartbroken as Reader said no to their proposal of marriage then few years later they all realise that the Reader just want to protected them because the enemy was threaten them to kill 141+Alejandro & Konig?
Take your time and don't forget to drink water.
— Yandere TF-141 and König reacting to their darling refusing to marry due to being threatened
Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about death and torture, hints of sex, and kidnapping.
A/N: Aw, thank you <3. Also, I decided to change up your question a bit; I don’t think they’d wait a few years, so I changed it to: ‘When they find out after they’d kidnap the reader’. Hope that makes sense. Enjoy :)!
Captain “Price” John:
He’s confident; something a Captain should be. When buying the ring, he makes sure it’s all customized and liked to your taste – something he admires a lot. It’s a beautiful, classy Koa wood ring; stainless steel with gold specks.
When the time is right, and he’s on his knee, Price would be taken aback at first from your rejection. He’s quick to asking why, but with you dodging any of the questions and watching your nervous body language, he’s soon putting away the ring and distracting you with your favorite take-out.
Reaching his breaking point and taking you away from the public eye, leading him to finding the reason you denied the marriage, Price is… angry. His hands tighten into white fists, his threatening tone asking ideas and clues on if you know it is.
When words slur out of your mouth, he’s telling you to stay clear upstairs. A kiss on your forehead as a promise to be back before 8. Before you know it, you’re awakened by the front door opening and slamming, his recognizable boots storming into the bedroom as he huffs and pants.
John never told what he did, and he didn’t have to. Not with the way his beard was stained with blood, his tactical gear and guns stained with… gore.
Days later, the news began talking about a gorey show; images of those enemies, and classified information on how they were killed due to the inhumane ways of torture. A pang of relief and a slight hint of fear. He was inhumane. But he did it for you, it shows his love and obsession.
—
Simon “Ghost” Riley:
Marriage is big for Ghost. A big commitment. But, something he wants and needs with you. Marriage binds people together, and he would make you officially his. The ring is simple, but gorgeous enough. It’s hand-made, made in thick black gold with Moissanite Celtic jewels; engravings of vines.
The moment he passes the box while eating after a particular romantic act, Simon is holding your hands as he whispers the works – he’s hopeful and nervous; ready to slide the hand-made ring he worked months on onto your promising finger.
But the moment you reject him, he will become quiet. He would just stare at you confused, not wanting to believe that he heard that right. But once the situation settles in, it will get uncomfortable and awkward. Simon will simply nod, before sliding it back into his pocket and finish eating – doing the dishes and heading off for the night, not looking or speaking at you.
Though, the minute he makes you permanently his, figuring out why you denied the engagement ring, Ghost becomes a brutal person.
His eyes are darker. Nothing is in them. He’s demanding, using his Lieutenant voice to ensure you stay here and do as he says while he leaves. A kiss on the lips and your forehead was comforting, but seeing the rifle slung on his back wasn’t.
It had been days since he was gone. And ensuring you were okay, he frequently called you — his nicknames and lovely nicknames were a comfort. Though, the next day he returns, his mask sliding off the minute he sees you; his lips crashing on yours as he greedily picks you up.
Nothing of that day is talked about, but he promises you it’s fine, he took care of it, and you’re safe. Nothing can or will hurt you as long as he breathes against your lips.
—
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:
Soap always dreamed of marriage, especially when you came into the picture. Days and months, if not years, going into the thought of the ring. He makes sure the ring is the most extravagant; silver and rose gold, an oval cut mixed with mossy green and pearly white. It has a crown, mixed with smaller jewelry all around the gemstone.
When he got on his knee and saw your nervous look, a shy shake of the head, his heart stopped. Johnny is in absolute denial, not even wanting to think that you just don’t like him. He blamed it on everything else. You probably didn’t feel well that day, maybe he did something wrong, someone else confused you now in your life. Due to his delusions, he didn’t fight against his darker thoughts, believing that it was all just for you and making you help to realize your feelings.
He didn’t get it. Why didn’t you want him? Though, he’s persistent. Leading him to kidnap you in the name of ‘talking things out’. Which, also, leads to him finding out the truth.
At first, he stared at you: a small ‘what?’ whispering out before his blue eyes going deeper in the waves, abruptly asking when it happened; bringing you into a bear hug as he promises he’ll take care of it and you.
The next day, Johnny is acting too excited and calmly — making you the biggest plate of breakfast, ensuring he doesn’t want any as he’s going to run some important errands for the team.
You don’t think of it, but something nitpicks your skin. You go on the day, doing chores and finally ending the night into a foamy, bubbly hot bath; alongside with your headphones and garlic bread. Though, you didn’t see Johnny coming in, wiping his face with a white towel, which is smeared with blood.
He jumps in, surprising you with a sexy gift, he says it’s deserved. And you directly ignore the stained blood; a naive thought coming in. Johnny promises over his life, that he’ll protect you — regardless of what happens, he loves you.
—
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:
Marriage was something he didn’t know he could have – sure, he’s thought of it. But the preparation was longing, the tiredness of needing to see your reaction to the perfect bought ring made him smile cheekily. He wanted this to be perfect, just like you.
The ring he’d picked out was simple, but something you’d admire. It’s a thick, multiplied silver ring accompanied by a raw sapphire diamond, smaller stones beside the middle one. He made sure it’s a bit tight, only enough, so you can never take it off.
Once finding a romantic spot, breaking down to one knee with a flustered smile; the famous words of romantic promises being spilled out. But the moment you rejected him, it was all very awkward. Gaz, is heartbroken, but is overplaying his heartbreak; ensuring you that it’s fine whilst keeping a fake smile on.
Ensuring he’s okay, the outside seems fine but the inside? He’s calmly planning a plan – bringing you home gagged and locked in his home, forever.
His reaction to finding out why you rejected him, his face, is contorted into anger. An ugly feeling and look. Seconds later, his shoes were on and so was his mask. Just like any lover, he would do anything for you.
He gladly cleans himself up before coming home, his gentle smile and reassuring hug engulfing you. The next few days, he’s hovering and overbearing – his kisses and hugs too tight and rarely off of you.
From now on, he makes sure to keep intact with you – your freedom stripped away even further. He didn’t want you to see the TV talking about the cruel murder case that involved with all types of issues.
—
Alejandro “Colonel” Vargas:
He’s the most optimistic about marriage — he loves you. Has dreamed of it ever since he met you. The scenario’s coming in like ocean waves are peaceful to him; the big and special photos of you and him dancing at the ceremony, dancing at the picked song for the wedding makes his heart full.
He makes sure to take a long amount of time picking out the ring, something special. He decides to pick a glamorous, cubic-zirconia Heart. Made out of silver-copper, the gem is iridescent opal and shaped like a heart. Much like Gaz, he made sure the band had thorns — a promise of never taking it off.
Alejandro takes the planning seriously. He makes sure to pick a beautiful area, taking you out to an expensive dinner beforehand, before getting on his knee; his gentle smile and lovely eyes so wide. But, when you said no, his smile and excitement died down.
His face says it all: intense and scary. He’s mad, and immediately confronting you with a heartbroken look; Alejandro is asking why, why did you deny me? Don’t you love me? Did I do something?
This ends up with him remotely kidnapping you. But, when you wake up, he promises to take care of you — which ends up with him finding out the reason you rejected him in the first place.
Ultimately, his reaction is anger. His eyes widen, and his eyebrows furrowed; he asks you clues, giving him ideas on who it is. And when you did, he’s leaving — grabbing his boots, gear, and a promise of being back as soon as he can; a mission needs to be finished.
Alejandro comes back a few days later, arms filled with expensive gifts. His smile is welcoming, his eyes filled with love, and a bunch of kisses delivered with specialty. His whispers in your ear is a clear sign of perfection, nobody will hurt you.
—
König:
He’s excited. König’s been dreaming of this day, his mind replaying fake scenarios of him holding you after marriage. Your naked and sweaty bodies pressing against one another is the brink of his life.
Getting to the ring was hard. Not only did he want it simple and cute, but overbearing and telling you that he loves you. He picked on a silver ring, the band coppered and the gem a garnet. Beautiful designs imprinted in it.
He picked somewhere quiet, a date secluded for you and him; an area full of beautiful flowers and security, and a land of where he can take off his mask. Furthermore, he’s devastated when you shake your head. König doesn’t understand why you would reject him, and his mind begins stumbling with what he probably could have done better, leading him to have a good few days of snapping and rude behavior.
The kidnapping of you was easy. But finding out why you denied was hard — he was fumming. A pissed-off soldier. Even though he’s boiled, he takes care of you first, ensuring you are safe and loved on, and no he won’t leave. Not tonight. But tomorrow he will. He’ll take care of everything, just like he had in the past.
König makes sure you know he loves you and he isn’t mad. But he is to the enemy. He asks help, from a few friends and the team. He leaves with an excuse, and leaves stained kisses all over your neck; a promise of him coming back.
He called you often, reminding you that he loves you, and he will be home as soon as he can. Work is hard and okay. But, this problem will be fixed as soon as possible.
The minute he comes home, his attitude is more open; he’s clingy, unbearable, and always following you around. He’s never letting you out of his sight, König is your personalized guard dog — a constant reminder of who he is.