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soft nikto pls, maybe when reader having a nightmare and he's comforting reader🥺🫶

all of my nikto fans r my idols.

rough hands wrapped around your waist, your nose scrunched and lips parted, whimpering with furrowed brows— hands gently shaking; bottom lip trembling!

‘Детка?’

your brows knitted together, rolling onto your side and pressing against his chest, leg stretching out—eyes suddenly flashing open as a soft gasp left your throat; his lashes batting as he glanced down at you—trying to push him away

‘no! nonono-‘

you squealed, slapping his chest with your plan, feeling his own hand intertwine with yours in seconds, grabbing your wrists.

‘honey? Успокойся - shh, shhhh.’

‘nik—nikto..’

you whispered, bursting into tears and hiding your face in his chest, arms wrapping around his neck; sobbing into his broad chest—his head bumping against yours.

‘quiet..shh, Ты в порядке, куколка.’

would sit with you forever, hand rubbing up and down your back; kissing your neck gently! comforting you and lettin’ you vent :((

10/10 bf.

Nikto art makes my life so much better

Everyone seems to really like my nikto stuff so have another🧏‍♂️

Aaaaaand now i have a bigger crush on Nikto 😱😱 such a whore for cod men honestly at this point im not even a simp 4 König anymore .. 🥲

Didn't know i needed this, but thank you ! 😊💓

Nikto dating headcanons

This guy is VERY difficult when it comes to an actual functional relationship.

It probably took you almost years of earning his trust before he even entertained the thought

He probably also threatened you to try and find out your true intentions.

A relationship with this man is two steps forward and one step backwards.

He will slowly ease into things, but he will sometimes snap back out of fear and want his distance from you.

Nikto really needs his space, if he hints that he wants to be left alone, please don't try and push anything.

Sometimes he wants space, sometimes he will want your body pressed up against his as he clings to you like his life depends on it.

I don't think he'd always wear his mask 24/7 and never show you his face, but it does take a bit before he shows you.

The reason he doesn't wait an extremely long time is because he doesn't want to get too attached and comfortable only for you to leave due to his face.

The night he finally showed you his face, 7 months into the relationship, he hit third base.

And with that i meant he had a mental breakdown.

When you held him in his weakest moment, he just let loose.

Not just crying, but rambling and even screaming as he finally let all of his painful emotions out.

You had to explain to your neighbors why the boyfriend they had never seen was screaming like he was being torn apart.

He didn't allow you to leave his side for the rest of the night, everytime he didn't feel you he started spiraling all over again.

When you two are in a more stable position, he eases into the idea of not wearing a mask around you, and you just get used to it.

His needs sometimes vary, but he's mostly fine with cuddling and holding you as long as he gets space when he needs it.

The shows and movies you watch have to be changed a bit too.

Don't let this man see a movie with interrogation or torture.

or GOD FORBID the SAW series.

Also this man can't be left alone for too long.

If you don't cook for him he will straight up not eat or he will just grab and eat whatever he can find. Like he will take a bite of a cabbage before he'll cook.

Not because he believes he's the man and you should cook, he just straight up neglects his needs and he absolutely isn't going out in public.

not the most talkative but you always know he's there with you, like your shadow.

Gets pretty upset if you're away for too long.

[GOD THIS WAS LONG]

In love with Nikto... And by that i mean im including ALL THREE of his voices 😳😳😳💓

I dont want to fix him ... I like my men fucked up 🤭💞

Love your analysis of him !! 🫶✨💖

★ Analysis of characters - Nikto

Notes: my new fic section.? here I will dispel fan facts and analyze the characters. Enjoy! @simp4konig @feelya

Character: Nikto

Word count: 1.120k

A/N: : ‼️I accept your requests and ideas, I will be happy to write this down. :) warn you that everything that follows may be true, very little is known about Nikto background and character!!

I TRANSLATED MY ALREADY READY TEX INTO ENGLISH, SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE IMPORTANCES!!

English is not my native language!!

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To begin with, at some unspecified period of time, Nikto was captured by Zakhaev, and then subjected to brutal torture, VERY cruel torture, which led to the appearance of a dissociative disorder, as well as leaving his face permanently disfigured.

In this case, Nikto specifically has dissociative identity disorder, which is confirmed by his own phrases where he refers to himself in the plural and mentions voices in his head =>

"Down to me, and me, and me!!" (interestingly, he pronounces each one in a different voice)

"Forgive us, he made us do this"

"I'm not mad, the other voices in my head are!"

"I hear enough voices, I don't need another."

"I'll drive… no, I will!"

(I saw a theory that his DID also influenced such a strange costume (a pilot’s costume, although he is an infantryman/a mask of Taiwanese special forces, etc.), supposedly each of his “personalities” is displayed here, I will mention this for the general development of the analysis)

Dissociative disorder

personality may also be characterized by a disregard for the feelings of others and a lack of empathy / disregard for social norms and responsibilities / inability to maintain stable relationships with others / ease of aggressive outbursts / perhaps! lack of guilt, but in one of his remarks he apologized.. Maybe this is one of his personalities lol.

this is to some extent confirmed by his sudden angry screams and the fact that Nikto, in one of the comics in CoDM, took a group of civilians hostage, and then blew up the building along with them.

(not sure if the last one is absolutely canon)

let's sum it up ↓↓

I dare say that he is bold, aggressive and cruel in battle, shouting phrases such as "Death can wait!" / "You embarrass us!" / "choose violence." / "I like the way you do violence."

However, his in-game mini-biography states that he remains a calculating and methodical soldier, which means that he also has self-control, like other performers, because he is better than his tormentors.

Also, his name suggests that he is literally "nikto", which from the translation from Russian (since he is Russian) it simply means "nobody", like his personality does not matter.

I LOVE THESE HEADCANONS BC THEYRE SO ORIGINAL AND MAKE NIKTO MORE THREE-DIMENSIONAL !!!!!

THANK YOU FOR THESE OMGMGMGG ☺️☺️☺️☺️💞💞💞💕 YOU HAVE BLESSED THE NIKTO SIMPS!!!!!!!!!! (me. I am ALL the Nikto simps 👺👺👺/j)

Also METRO METRO METRO JDISJDIAJSJSDJDJSJFISJD MY CHANCE TO RAMBLE!!!!!! 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

Im yet to read the books... 😔✊, but I played the games twice !! 😘

I got the bad endings in both of the Metro Redux games — because i did NOT spare any of the antagonists 💀💀☠️, i was stealtgy throughout but i wasnt gonna spare the main villain EVEN after he tried to kill me with his snipers????? 😭 — and, like, every time the player was revealled to STILL be Artyom i couldn't help but wonder how the fuck he was still alive after basically being consistently obliterated in two explosions 😭😭😭 thankfully got the "good" ending in Metro Exodus (my favourite game of the series — the open world exploration and the crafting was just 👩🏼‍🍳💋🤌)...

... Got scared an embarrassing number of times 😥 did NOT help that i played the games in the dark 😰😰😰 i was so STUPID 😭😭😭😭

Ill stop it right there 😐🛑✋,, sometimes i REALLT need to learn how to stfu sorry 😭😭😭

Nikto HC

speaks English. gets extremely annoyed about people who think he doesn't understand well due to his accent.

in fact he speaks several languages besides Russian and English. As a former FSB agent he has an excellent education in *classified* and speaks *classified*, *classified* as well as *classified* fluently.

is not unusually laconic for his profession. due to his training he got taught to keep communication minimal in the field to avoid accidental slip ups.

After getting caught and tortured Nikto worried about his face not allowing him to fit in back home anymore. That never kept him from keeping in touch with family. He is currently trying to figure out how to not scare his dement Babushka with his cut up face. His solution so far is to send letters.

Has excellent handwriting.

Favourite food is pelmeni. if he gets his hands on a bag of pre-made deep frozen pelmeni he will not count how many of the pelmeni he would like to eat but dumps the whole bag into the pot. He never fails to finish those.

Tried to explain to König what smetana is. Has not succeeded.

Secretly nicknames every tank he ever happens to drive as бакчик / little tank.

Doesn't like dogs. They are too loud and aggressive as his most common encounter with dogs are military or police trained canines and that's his sole point of reference.

Read the Metro 2033 series twice. he enjoys how he can recognise the places in the story from his previous Moscow visits.

sometimes he thinks about quitting the military job he has to retire somewhere in a little village where he could read and fish and generally be at peace. but he doesn't feel like it is his time yet. and he isn't sure if he actually would like to be on his own with all his too loud thoughts. So he stays, stuck in the limbo of waiting from something. Or someone?

Omg he is so fucking blunt 💀💀💀 your depiction of Nikto gives me LIFE 🙏😭💓

ACKDKSJDJSJSKAKSJDJSSDD

^^^^PLEASE BECAUSE VECAUSE I COULD VISUALISE THIS VIVIDLY IN MYNMIND?????? 😭😭😭

the immediate contradiction of his "chivalrous gesture" ☠️☠️,, like damn what the fuck were we expecting, 😭😭😭 for him to pay for our groceries too? (maybe 💔)

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HE IS SO SOCIALLY AWKWARD LIKE I CAN LITERALLY FEEL THE SECOND-HAND EMBARRASSMENT FIRST-HAND 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ITS AS IF ITS HIS FIRST TIME INTERACTINT WITH ANOTHER LIVING BREATHING HUMAN BEING AND HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO LMFOAOAKAHDUHRJEHF,,, I FEEL SO BAD) but also, like,, 🗿 "Your garden is shit" seems so in character for him???! 🤨

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It's actually horrific how much this made me blush like, 🤯

Oh to have Nikto tell me im fuckable 😢😢😢😢😿😿😿😢😢😿💔💔💔💔💔🙏🙏🙏🤲🙏🙏🙏🤲🤲🤲🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

"soft slow fuckin with Nikto sounds real good." i'm panting like a dog in heat LOL It really does sound good. Honestly I could drown your inbox with asks about him, howeeevvverrr my brain is fixated on him awkwardly attempting to woo/ get to know us. like how is he going to integrate himself into our life especially as non verbal as he tends to be. would we no think his presence is creepy? or maybe he protected us when we first met so now whenever we see him we kind of just feel safe ?

-🥷

My lil bestie 🥷 drown me in Nikto I’m happy with that what a way to go!!!

So I’ve written the origins of husband Nikto 🥲 I got so carried away apologies and I could literally go on about this forever. Shall I make a part two?! Maybe I’ll make a part two…

At first you thought absolutely nothing of it.

You had promised your best friend a meal of delicacies from her home country as a birthday gift, knowing how much she missed her mothers cooking. After tears on your shoulder, you offered to make her a feast if she gave you some ideas.

Dutifully then, you trudged down to the special supermarket on the edge of town, the one that stocked a wide range of eastern treats. It wasn’t familiar territory for you, the fluorescent lighting and shelves towering with jars covered in Cyrillic writing. But a promise is a promise after all.

You spent way too long trying to decipher the meaning of things, staring down at the little scribbled names your pal had written for you on the back of a receipt. Just about every tin looked the same. Frustration started to itch at the seams of your mind, as you leant upwards to examine a canister of black cherries.

Actually you might buy these, they look so tasty.

“Lost?”

The voice behind you is harsh, making you jump nearly out of your skin, a thick accent drenched in gravel. Turning, you give yourself a second fright. There’s a man stood behind you in the narrow aisle, a solid wall of muscle and sinew, black balaclava revealing nothing but a pair of suspicious, bright blue eyes shrouded under dark brows.

“I’m okay thank you.” Your voice comes out in a squeak and those unreadable orbs narrow slightly. He’s carrying a plastic basket that seems comically small in his large hand, dressed entirely in dark colours, compression gear layered under looser fitting garments. It looks like he’s about to bring the city to its knees in a hail of bullets. That or he’s in the witness protection program.

He glances down at the receipt held fast in your fist.

“Those.” He points at the cherries. “Are not on your list.”

Jesus fuck he’s so blunt, like painfully so.

“I know that.” Your reply is a little snappy and it causes his eyebrow to quirk upwards. “I just thought they looked nice.”

He lets out a huff of something that sounds like mirth, then snatches the list out of your palm before you can stop him. You think better of trying to grab it back.

“Black cherries are good.” The man is skimming the list. “Good for tea.”

You supress an urge to roll your eyes at him, you haven’t come here for a chat, not that he seems the type to want to talk.

“Come.” He crooks his fingers at you like a dog, then makes to stride up the aisle. When you don’t immediately follow, he eyes you imperviously. Just the look he gives you, has you scurrying along in his wake, nervously holding your jar of fruit like it’s a talisman.

The man doesn’t talk to you again, except to mutter stuff to himself in what you suspect is Russian. Gradually he places items into your basket, while you inspect them. Credit to him, he does actually seem to be collecting the things you need.

You watch him, the way his gaze remains steadily engrossed in whatever he’s doing, reading tiny labels and crouching to tug things from the dusty back of shelves. You notice he’s wearing gloves inside, the worn palms suggesting they’re constantly in use. His own basket is full of sweet jams, peppermints and candies in brightly coloured packaging with unrecognisable cartoon characters on them.

“Sweet tooth?” You ask him. The man just looks at you blankly in response and you wonder whether he’s being rude on purpose.

After another five minutes of murmuring that’s incomprehensible to your ears, he passes you the list back, your full basket weighed down. In a strangely chivalrous gesture he takes it from you, seemingly unfazed by how heavy it is.

“Anything else?” You shake your head and he nods towards the counter.

“You pay then.”

Frowning, you follow this strange guy over to the cash desk. He observes you handing over cash for your goods and then struggling off with two heavy bags.

You don’t know it, but Nikto is just as perplexed as you are. From the minute he saw you holding his favourite brand of cherries, he was utterly engrossed in you. At first he wondered if you were Russian, considered trying to talk to you in his mother tongue, then decided against it. You looked too confused by everything to be able to read Cyrillic.

He hesitates for a minute, paying for his treats with little care or attention. It’s not in his nature to be helpful, or to care about strangers. But something about you calls out to him, you’re sweeter by far than any of the food he’s just bought. Something is shouting at him, gnawing in the pit of his chest. A heady need to be in your presence for a few moments longer.

You’re halfway up the street, still limping along with your bags when he catches up to you. Without saying anything, he takes one off you and then another, making himself look like a packhorse in the process.

“I don’t need more help thank you!” You try and hoist the bags back, but he clings on with grim determination, gazing down at you sternly.

“Don’t be stubborn.” He replies flatly. Then he gestures up the road. “I will walk you home. Get!”

He speaks that last word as an order, plain and simple, like you’re an unruly mare that needs taming. Only because he won’t accept any of your protests, you end up letting him walk you to the corner of your street. You don’t talk and he doesn’t either, just plodding along in your wake silently and frightening people passing by.

“This is fine thanks.”

You’re not about to show the oddball where your home is. The man lets out a snort.

“I can find out where you live little one, it is not a great mystery.”

His porcelain eyes glitter a little wickedly in his mask, as you mouth soundlessly at him, caught between annoyance and no shortage of concern. Then he makes to stride up the road, looking into peoples windows, a fierce figure who’s bound to frighten all of your older neighbours.

“Stop that!” You snarl, jogging to keep up with his pace.

He lets out a low chuckle, a rasping file of amusement against a steel trap of reluctance.

“Then show me which is your place da?”

You lead him up your garden path, while he takes in the overgrown borders and ragged lawn.

“This garden is shit.”

“Yes, thank you I’m aware.”

That encourages another harsh bark of mirth as he follows you into your little house. He looks around from the corners to the ceiling, like he’s scoping out the exits. He hasn’t seemed skittish until now. Placing your bags down smartly, he starts to rock nervously on the balls of his large feet.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Russian caravan?” He asks hopefully.

“No English breakfast.”

You can see his nose wrinkle under the fabric covering his face, but he just sighs.

“Da, black with cherries.”

The man observes you carefully, hawk eyed and watchful as you make his drink. With another huff of impatience he takes over when it comes to adding the fruit, placing several viscous, rich cherries into the steaming mug.

He doesn’t sit when you do, leaning uncomfortably against the counter like he’s afraid of settling down. It’s as if he’s never been in a home before, a feral animal coaxed inside by the promise of a juicy bone to gnaw on.

“Your house is less shit than it’s garden.”

“Thanks very much.”

He just nods, then turns away from you. It takes you a minute to realise he’s drinking, and that he obviously doesn’t want to show you his face. That strikes more sympathy than you’ve felt for this strange creature thus far.

“I appreciate your help.”

He just grunts and then the silence is lingering, spiralling out of control until you’re cringing with it.

“You cook?” The man peers into the bags again, then directs his line of vision questioningly back at you.

“It’s for a friend.”

“Which friend?” He snaps, suddenly irritated. As if he’s asking you that when he knows precisely none of your mates. You blink at him and gradually he seems to collect himself.

“A boyfriend?” His tone is careful, with a delicate undercurrent of a threat laced within it, hands balling into fists over his cup. Your scowl in response encourages another low huff from him.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Why did you admit that? You should have said something to the tune of your fella being due home in an hour. Now he’s never going to leave.

“How? You are fuckable.”

Your cheeks grow hot, like someone’s lit a fire in your face.

“None of your business.”

He barks again, not so much a dog, more like a tattered grey wolf, mouth savage and eyes wild.

“Do you have a name?”

The man totally ignores you.

“Tomorrow I will come back and work in the garden.”

The way he tells you that, leaves no room for debate and when the next day dawns, he’s already working away. You watch him anxiously from the front door, hastily pulled on clothes over your pyjamas.

“It’s six am! You can’t be serious!”

The guy raises an eyebrow at your hushed shout, what little you can see of his face looks unconcerned.

“For fucks sake come inside.”

You make him another cup of tea and this time he sits down gingerly at the table, still uneasily gazing around like someone might jump out at him.

“You don’t need to do my gardening for me! I’m perfectly capable of doing it, I just need time.”

He shrugs off your argument, toying with his untouched cup. Another bolt of sympathy strikes you at that.

“I’m just gonna brush my teeth, don’t go anywhere.”

The man looks at you and for one glimmering moment you catch a softness in his eyes.

“I am not going anywhere little one.” He pauses, after he points back to your threadbare front lawn. “It will be nice for you, once I am done.”

Utterly confused, you start to climb the stairs.

HNNNGGG someone hold me back from continuing this I can foresee another Virgin!König situation arising omgggggg

Extension of @itsagrimm ’s post and conversation which we had 😇✨✨💖

Some additional Nikto headcanons

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Nikto is extremely bitter, and spiteful. His childhood was stolen from him from the moment he became an officer. In addition to this, his torture left him scarred — physically and mentally — and he is conscious of a childhood which he could have had, yet is unconscious of what the childhood which he did have was like. He either does not remember, or the memories have been repressed; either way, he recognises what he has lost, for he is met with the naively mischievous glint in the eyes of the boyish rookies that arrive with the optimism of a young, hopeful lad, and he is cursing under his breath in Russian, resenting the happiness and zest which they give off, contrasting the spite and bitterness which festers within him.

Perhaps he displays said “boyish” behaviour in order to reclaim some of the innocence which he had when he was a young boy; again, either it is intentional, and he behaves in such a way as to I personally believe that he doesn't even realise that he behaves in such a way: in Nikto's eyes, he has prematurely matured and aged, making him see through the lens of a damaged man; yet, that same lens may be making him blind to the boyish behaviour which he unintentionally displays, evident in the scraps of content that we are fed of him 😓

Maybe Nikto has two boys inside of him which define him, both the same age, yet different: one is the child which was robbed of its innocence and forced to endure atrocities unimaginable; the other is the child, innocent, which has been locked away, wondering why it cannot be let out. Neither is aware of the other, and it's all the more tragic.

Exploring this point further, Nikto being 28–29 is surprising, as he acts far older than his age. It's as if the experiences which he has experienced have aged him mentally, and he genuinely feels the pain of it all straining his psyche. It's tragic that someone so young was subjected to such torture so soon, and be forced to wear a mask 😟…

Given how the wiki states that “he has an uncanny ability… to hide his true identity”, it is ironic. What if from his perspective he has hidden his identity so well that there is none to be found anymore? What if he perceives himself as an actual nobody after having been done so immorally wrong? What if as a result of his torture and lasting trauma he has had his personality and identity stolen, just like his childhood, and is therefore unable to rediscover it?

…Maybe the mask is his subconscious way of protecting the remains of the innocent child, wanting to preserve the past purity of his child self (before being inevitably forced to mature as a result of his environment, and consequently his other experiences?*)

*Note, I can imagine that Nikto's childhood was robbed at some point as an adolescent, but he was still innocent and did not grasp what it was. After his torture, the truth behind his childhood may have come to light, and shed darkness on what was otherwise something positive. Furthermore, he could be clinging on to what little remains of that innocent child.

In addition to own personal headcanon (where he is blunt), he probably spouts the darkest jokes and has a morbid sense of humour. I don't necessarily believe that he would use humour to cope with his circumstances, as in all honesty, he does not strike me as man who indulges in idle banter like “haha i got tortured guys 😎,, sooo anyways 0/10 would not recommend 😰😰 — my other voices wouldnt either, trust 💪🙏” 💀,,

,,but, I certainly believe that due to how desensitised he has become to morbid matters, he has reached a point in his life where the horror amuses him, and doesn't affect him.

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A/N Finished writing this yesterday at 23:11 instead of actually fucking SLEEPING 🥱😫😫,, my priorities are notbthe ones that i should be prioritising lmfao 💀

Surprisingly posted something else 😱😱❓⁉️⁉️❗ this is VERY uncharacteristic of me!!??? I was supposed to post one post and disappear for ~3 months?? 🤔🤔🫡🤨🧐🧐🤨

Been reading Metro 2033 rn and its [Redacted, as the rant was two paragraphs] 😍😍

Not much else to say lmao — been existing i suppose 🤯

Nikto x Reader Angst Drabble

You love Nikto. But Nikto does not love anybody.

Word count: 829

Allusions to smut! Readers are warned for mentions of NSFW.

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"I do not love you."

You're bent over, hands clutching the bedsheets, fingers bunching up the fabric in a shaky, white-knuckle grip.

Nikto, who had been thrusting into you, was still, as still as a statue, and, although you cannot see his eyes, you imagine them to be stony, the expression under the metal mesh plate of a mask stoic, unresponsive. Disgusted.

Five words. Just five single syllables, whispered in a voice that is hoarse from groaning, gravelly and rough like always. A voice which belongs to Nikto, the voice that you had hopelessly fallen in love with, despite how reckless of you it was for you to grow accustomed to it, to be comforted by it. To find solace in it.

You hadn't meant to let it slip. You really hadn't. It was in the heat of the moment, even though those feelings were anything but. Those feelings were a fire, and Nikto the fuel, a finite source that you should have known better than to extract from.

He would be gone for weeks, for nights, months at a time, deployed on missions with intel classified to you. You never knew what would happen, what was the goal, where, and why. What you would know is that Nikto survived each time.

And what you do know is that you're a toy for him to be used, abused, and reused, dumping weeks' worth of semen into you.

You enjoyed it. Nikto enjoyed it. Really, it was meant to be no strings attached — just a case of arriving at your apartment when least expected, the intensity of his gaze enough for you to realise his intentions, and you'd be bent over the nearest surface before you could do so much as blink, clothes discarded haphazardly on the floor and half-naked.

Nikto did not exert warmth. Not comfort, nor love. Stoic and stone-cold, his heart a hard rock incapable of oozing love for anything, his mind irreversibly damaged and traumatised, he was incapable of emotion, of feelings. Incapable of reciprocating your feelings.

Aftercare was nonexistent. Every careful caress of his scarred skin, every tentative touch on an area that is sensitive, even the merest of kisses that appeared too intimate, too affectionate, too full of care, were swatted, spat on, and chastised. Nikto's nose scrunched in utter disgust at the prospect of intimacy, and he positively felt sick to his stomach whenever you mistakenly kissed him, too lost in the moment for the consequences of such a mindless action to register.

You were meant to be a toy. And that's all you are. That's all you are, you repeated, was reiterated, was reinforced.

Yet, you longed for more. How fucking pathetic of you to think that Nikto could offer you more.

"I..."

Licking your dry lips, you swallow the build-up of saliva in your mouth, throat bobbing up and down as you do so. Although drool had collected at the corner of your mouth in pleasure, saliva built up from guilt, from shame, from humiliation.

You lie through the skin of your teeth, thankful that your facial expression isn't visible to Nikto from this position: "I— I-I didn't mean it in... in that way. You— you know that, Nikto."

Tears collect in your eyes. Why couldn't you have contented yourself with the sex? His presence? His existence? Why did you have to fall in love with a man who would never, ever love you?

"I meant— I meant I love what you're doing. W-what you're doing to me. J-just— it feels so, so good."

He grunts in acknowledgement, and you gulp a little too audibly for your liking, blinking profusely in the hope that you convinced him enough.

His callous fingers tangle themselves in your hair, fingertips scratching your scalp — not fingernails, because some are missing. It never warranted an explanation because you didn't deserve one.

The silence is deafening. For those seconds, you don't dare breathe. Your eyes are wide, panic-stricken, and you're mentally praying for any salvation, for any mercy — anything.

Finally, Nikto's grip on your scalp loosens, seemingly satisfied with your answer, and he resumes his thrusts, grunting into your ear again.

A quiet moan escapes your lips, and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing the tears to go away.

"Good," he laughs, laughing a cruel, callous laugh, apathetic. "And I love it when you keep that mouth shut. So keep it shut, or I'll cut that tongue out if you keep letting such shit leave that goddamn mouth."

You feel so pathetic. So ashamed. So humiliated.

And you are. You really are.

But you can savour his touch for a few moments more, lose yourself in the pleasure for a some more thrusts, orgasm some more, until Nikto decides that he is satisfied, and abandons your apartment to return to the barracks.

And who knows? Maybe this is the last time he will ever come back to you — abandon your apartment forever without a word of goodbye.

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Haven't written in a while, but this came to me as I was on c.ai, and the inspiration was so strong that I wrote this all in one sitting lolol 😝

Still obsessed w Nikto behind the scenes. I am on my KNEES 🛐, PLEASE GIVE ME MORE NIKTO CONTENT I AM IN NEED 😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏 IDC IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW ME OR KNOW ME TAG ME IN ANYTHING I NEED IT SO BAD 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

Anyways although this isn't my headcanon, it suits Nikto's character, and as tragic it is for me to imagine this, it's pretty accurate (I would say)... 🥲💔

FLUFFY NIKTO!!! 🗣️FLUFFY NIKTO!!! 🗣️FLUFFY NIKTO!!! 🗣️

ACKDHUEHDJDJSDJD 😭😭😭😭🙏💕💕💞💞💞💞💕💕💞💕💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

i love u fluffy nikto. nikto bath (sfw!!) fic soon ?

[headlock - imogen heap]

nikto who finds comfort in domestic, quiet things after retirement.

nikto thought that he would be the kind of man who still takes mercenary work every once in a while, and remains tethered to a hot gun and cold battlefield. but when he settles into the quiet life and realizes that this is not weak, not shameful, he decides that maybe he’ll indulge in something close to domestic.

he picks up a job at the corner store a block away to keep his hands busy. it’s something lighthearted, easy. heavy machinery blaring in his ears and the hollers of workers would bring him back to the field. no, he prefers the quiet of a mom-and-pop shop. nikto doesn’t mind eating the kasha and smokey cutlets you prepared the night prior for lunch in the silent storage room.

in the beginning, when he comes home from work, he likes to pretend that he’s returning from a long deployment. it’s easy to trick himself when he looks at how you smile and fret over him, asking if it was too much and whether your cooking was up to par. 

but you don’t have to cry now and look up at him through bleary eyes, having been worried sick. no, you know that he will come home now. if you miss him, he’s only a five or six-minute walk away.

he likes to do things for you. if the chair to your vanity is wobbly, he’ll pick it up and lug it away to repair it in the backyard. if you’re having trouble painting your nails, he’ll take the brush and shakily apply it. you laugh at how he smears it all over your skin. when it’s time to bathe, it’s a guarantee that nikto will step in with you. he’ll lightly wash your back, taking care not to fiercely scrub. 

retirement isn’t so bad when he looks at the little things. he gets to wake up to you every morning, and never leaves you cold in bed, wondering where he is.

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NIKTONITKONITKOTNIKTONIYKOYNITKROYJRIJDIEJDUEJSJSJWIAJSJSMSSR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

NNEED

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AMAZJFG COSPLAY

HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME WJR THE POSEHDSUJSJAJSDAAAAAAAARGRHAHAAHAAAAHAHDHHHAAAAHGDHDH

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Ver ry normal for Nikto!!! 😁😁😁 (NOT a lunatic or an escaped insanr asylum patient i DWEAR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

Nikto on the rocks

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NIKTO❗❗❗❗❗❗❗ SHSHRHRDDD OMGGOKMGMGMFKMGMG

I JUST WANT TO CUDDLE HIM :((( AND WRAP MY ARMS AROUND HIS BELLY AS IF HE'S A BIG BEAR 😣💓

I want to sink my teeth into his tummy 😊🍴🍽️

I saw this picture and I instantly thought "that's Nikto".

I'm undecided as to whether or not Nikto would ever show his lover (you) his face willingly — and if so, how he would go about it... 😟❤️‍🩹

I'm torn between him putting it off as long as he can put it off for, so paranoid by the prospect that the sight of his mangled face will repulse you, that it becomes a phobia that his traumatised mind justifies.

Nikto valued you over anything, and should the sight of his face — irreversibly disfigured and ugly — look utterly repulsive and nauseating to you, it would devastate him.

So, with that said, perhaps Nikto would wear the mask always, parting with it never, ever, and refuse to be seen without the reinforced plastic mask strapped tight to his thick skill — with a black balaclava beneath just for safe measure. Only when you'd be soundly asleep would he brush his teeth and wash his face, cursing silently in Russian at the hideous face that stared back at him in the mirror. A stranger who he couldn't recognise.

I doubt he'd be able to raise this with you, and I headcanon that you would feel sheepish to ask. At this rate, he would never, ever take off the mask, for as long as he could help it. And any glimpse of his profile would have been on accident, and a secret that you'd keep to yourself. Out of respect for his privacy, you'd never sneak a peek behind the rare door left ajar, closing it quietly for Nikto before he realised his mishap.

Or, Nikto, considered the nobody, no one worthy of your love, thinks that if his stoic personality and traumatised self haven't done enough to drive you away from him, surely the fact that he is an ugly brute ought to do so? Surely you'd come to terms with how he doesn't deserve you, and that you deserve better? Deserve better than a shell of the man that he once was?

Because you were too good to be true. There was no reality in which a sweet little one like you would love this repugnant, disfigured face, even if his dick — miraculously in one piece — satisfied you and the scarred tissue after chemical burns and scars on his body alone weren't a sore sight to begin with. He didn't deserve someone so lovely, so loving, the epitome of beauty. The complete contrast of him.

So, thinking, “Fuck it”, having convinced himself that you'll inevitably leave when you see the face he keeps hidden from view anyways, he rationalises his impulsive action as not prolonging the inevitable. As not getting his hopes up and letting himself be disappointed later when he won't be able to imagine his life without you.

Maybe Nikto would impulsively discard the mask on the ceramic sink after a shower, and exit the bathroom nonchalantly, his expression emotionless and unreadable to conceal the inner turmoil and hurricane of emotions like a whirlwind in his mind, silently awaiting your approval. Maybe Nikto would surprise you by having you in his arms after a long deployment, and catch you off-guard by his face, laid bare for you to see and criticise. Maybe Nikto would ask you to help him paint his eyes with black warpaint, pretending to need help, when in reality it was simply an excuse and a test. To see if his face would shock you.

In any case, whatever the case, Nikto would feign indifference, appearing uncaring, when he was internally in turmoil, a violent storm of emotions like a whirlwind in his mind.

Were you repulsed? Did the scar tissue from chemical burns on one side of his face disgust you? Did that lifted lip — cut when he was tortured — resembling an animal’s snarl make you visibly cringe? Was the hooked nose that had been broken so many times that it was permanently off-center and deformed, the root of his snoring and inability to breathe, make you grimace? What about his crooked teeth? His thin, cracked lips? Those stained, out-of-shape teeth really that bad to look at? The bald patches of closely-cropped, prematurely grey hair on his scalp that would never regrow a full head of hair? The sunken cheeks? The hollow eyes? The slight concave to his jawline?

He noticed the initial wince, the reaction that came instinctively, which hurt regardless, even after having had braced himself for that grimace.

Bozhe. Stop looking at him with sympathy with those earnest eyes. Don't pity him. Don't pity him. Don't pity him.

Yet, when your eyes wouldn't linger on any specific aspect of his face, and you would offer him a smile that reached your eyes, the stormclouds would calm, and the intrusive thoughts slowly dissipate.

TL:DR, either Nikto will never show his face to his lover, or will do so impulsively.

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A/N

Couldn't sleep, so I decided to brainstorm Nikto drabbles 😍😍❣️❣️❣️

My neighbour wouldn't stfu. GOD I hate my street!!!!! 😡😡😡👊👊✊👊👊✊💥💥💥💥💥🥊🥊🥊🥊 (and Linda!!!!!! )

The description of Nikto's face is a compilation of my own headcanons. 🥹 (I want to kiss him SO BAD 😣💔💔💔)

This was going to go in another direction, but I have another Nikto work coming after I realised that I could write a separate ficlet 🤭✨✨

НИКТО Personality Analysis

-> Information Given

Some form of dissociation disorder

Tortured by Zakhaev, leaving heavy scarring and forcing him to wear a mask to avoid ridicule, fear from others, and shunning by society

Age is in the range of late 20s to mid 30s, not confirmed yet

-> Theories

Nikto says "us" a lot in his voicelines, and in his description it only says he has ACUTE DISSOCIATIVE DISORDER, which is when you zone out and fall into a heavy state of haziness and confusion for a short period of time before regaining focus. However, DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER is all about dissociating for however long, the range is limitless, and another identity will take over while you're spaced out. Therefore, this is why I believe Nikto had DID and not ADD.

Nikto has this animation where he's supposedly showing that he'll slit your throat in a very oddly realistic manner. What pressure to use and how he'd end off your head. I believe he's witnessed and first handedly experienced this when Zakhaev tortured him, and he began doing it while in the military. Why? Nikto has a very gruff, harsh tone, but it's only when he's yelling and putting too much pressure to his vocal cords. I believe he has a scar on his neck, maybe a bit too close to his esophagus and lower chin that didn't heal properly and affected how he projected his voice.

Now, Nikto has one voice line that goes, "I hear enough voices, I don't need another!" Referring back to my first theory, I believe Nikto also has very short patience and all of his alters do as well. His whole personality is built off of acting fast, doing as instructed, and constantly going. You never see Nikto stop. I believe this voiceline is a very strong giveaway to a part of Nikto's personality on how he functions. It also shows how his temper is kind of wonky.

-> Personality Scan-over

Nikto is presumed as a very harsh Russian man, brutalized by his captor Zakhaev and taken advantage of when he was at his absolute lowest. This has caused major issues with trust, abandonment, and self-love. Nikto struggles with expressing himself, often resulting in violence and anger as heard in his voicelines.

He typically doesn't like speaking to people, only his fellow military personnel, but even then it isn't guaranteed. Nikto is a very self-sufficient person, he's head-on about lots of things and isn't scared to take charge when need be. His main frustration is when people don't listen to him, he already lacks control mentally with all his alters.

Nikto is the type of person who struggles with letting people into his life, or into his head in general. He's reserved, too reserved. He doesn't like letting people in, and who could blame him with all that he's suffered?

But if you do manage to break down his barriers, expect tough love and lots of strange surprises. He'll become more protective of you in a physical sense, not caring too much about you emotionally. If you've brought him comfort in any way, shape or form, he will tell himself how much he cannot lose that solace you bring him.

Nikto is cold, and typically isn't good in relationships. In his voicelines, he's very aggressive and doesn't show any sympathy, much less many manners. The occasional "spasibo" (thanks in Russian) and that's all. It'd be hard to be dependent on him when he's just more independent than you'd expect.

-> Background Theories

True Name: Igor "Nikto" Vasilyevich Yurievich

Age: 33 or 34

Born in: Siberia, Russia

Family: No mother, no siblings

-> Summary

Nikto is a Russian soldier who fights in the private military dubbed "KorTac", an elite group of military personnel who fight alongside other military units to achieve a shared goal.

Nikto is a torture victim survivor, captured my Viktor Zakhaev and ending up with some severe scarring to his lower face and neck. This is why he hides his face with a mask, and also covers his whole body in dark clothing.

Nikto is an individual who struggles with a dissociative disorder, causing some of his work to be a bit half-done, not purposefully however. His lack of control due to his disorder brings him only disadvantages, making him stop mid-fight and inevitably making him an easy target.

Regardless of this, Nikto has proved himself to be a worthy soldier on the battlefield, exceeding many expectations and climbing the ranks cleanly and efficiently. His character is the embodiment of determination and dedication despite everything going wrong much to his dismay.

SCREAMING

A AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDDHFHDHD DSHS

🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

eat up babes

Outfit inspired by this post :>

scared but tried to headcanon the design a little for when he isn't in full gear for missions... in other news i hhope to not neglect this account as much

Oh the things that I would do to have him look at me like this... 😔

He could murder me violently and I'd smile and say "Thank you! 😁"

Need him SO BAD,❗❗❗😫💦😫💦😫💦

i have hired this nikto to stare at you

YAYYYY IT'S FRIDAYYYY!!!! FUCKING FINALLY THIS WEEK WA SSO LONG FOR ME 😭😭😭😭

Anyways !!!! vvvvv

hate Hate Hate Hate HATE when some art depicts Nikto as this 10/10 Slavic man in terms of his face!!! Like!!! NO!!! THE MAN IS DISFIGURED AS FUCK. HE IS UGLY. FUCKING UGLY. UUUGLYYY. LET'S NOT KID OURSELVES. WE'RE NOT SIMPING FOR SOME HANDSOME HUNK. IT'S THE CHUNKS OF A MAN WE'RE INTO — NOT TO PUT THEM BACK TOGETHER TO "FIX" LIKE SOME JIGSAW PUZZLE, BUT TO APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE PIECE!!! EVERY SINGLE DISFIGUREMENT!!! EVERYTHING!!!!!

Ahem. Got carried awya, 💀

Yes yes yes this this this and this!!!vvvvv:

Man is not loyal to anyone. All he is there for is to carry out orders. Not only does he unintentionally (I assume) dissociate when his alters take over, but he intentionally dissociates from the killing. Orders are orders, and a mission is a mission.

"All I need are targets. Just give me targets."

"Don't think of the enemy as human. They are simply targets."

//I actually didn't know that MP-[] stood for "Military Police — [Call-sign]" and that's SO COOL. NIKTO IS SO MUCH COOLER OMG. MILITARY POLICE???

Yes, it's inhumane. But it's what gets the job done. No point getting attached and letting emotional connections or the morality of your actions weigh you down — and no point in particular to be affected by how inhumane his methods are. He's a military, not a humanitarian, and it's not his fault if you get in his way or don't cooperate and risk jeopardising the mission.

"Watch your mouth. Or I'll cut your tongue out."

"You are a means to an end. Then you're nothing.

"I need you for the mission. Nothing more."

Maybe it's just me projecting but my Slavic family doesn't believe in medication either lol (not lol). Getting dependent on drugs to them is like being alcoholics and/or addicted to cigarettes. Don't rlly have an opinion on their logic, but that point of view is actually accurate for Nikto. Having had to rely on nobody but himself, to be dependent on drugs could lead chip away at the self-control he so skillfully mastered, until he's uncontrollable and all he can do is use drugs to dull and mute the voices.

Nikto laughing at other (enemy) soldiers' deaths is SO REAL!!! Some of of his voicelines were:

"Not today, motherfuckers!"

"Trying to kill me?!/You can't kill me!"

"(Laughs) More!"

Like, he's having the time of his life??? It's THRILLING??? EXHILARATING??? It's like it's a game to him lol,, like, he's having SO much fun! (he's killing people and could die at any moment).

Goes back to your point to his confidence on the field. Amazingly put 👏

I feel like he's borderline psychopathic with hints of sadism, since he doesn't strike me as the type to have a conscience per se, unless the voices quieten down and his alters abandon him.

***Actually, scratch that. As I'm writing I feel like he could be all three. Maybe the alters are psychopathic/sociopathic/sadistic respectively, and it's HE who is burdened with the consequences, the morality, and the emotional baggage. Idk tho this came to me as i was writing 🤷🏼‍♀️

//Genuinely terrifying to imagine him storming up to you and demanding you to tell him why you're looking at him id shit myself no joke 😨 the comparison is SO accurate ive felt that way irl 😰

//Him not understanding jokes 💀 HELP 💀💀💀💀

Love you for these headcanons. They're great. Your contribution was great.

BTW these r canon to me now 💕💕💕💕

(not proof read im so sorry but im in a rush ☹️)

Andre Nikto head canons

We have little information about Niko but here's what I've gathered..

((Also I'd like to kindly add, hi, hello, my name is Mika and I am a Bosnian. The chances of me adding some accurate slav head canons are always high but never low!!🙏🏻 ALSO IM TERRIBLY OBSESSED WITH NIKTO SO IF ENJOY THIS AND YOU WANT DATING NIKTO HEAD CANONS PLEASE LET ME KNOWWW))

Genuine head canons:

Andre Nikto (Никто) is a (scary) Russian military man, roughly 193/194 centimetres (when you compare him to Simon's height) He suffers with acute dissociative disorder (better said DID) yet is still serving the military cause of how he preforms during battle.., so the military still views him as a ideal soldier for combat despite his disorder..

No hate but from what I've seen in some art works claiming it's his "face reveal" you people have to understand that under his mask, his face is disfigured.. so, no he won't be an attractive super model under that mask of his..

I don't think you people are aware how badass Nikto is as a character, almost SIMILAR as Ghost who's in the military for the same reason as everybody else, to risk their life.

Although judging by Nikto's voice lines, he doesn't care who he's killing..if it were up to him, if his teammates serve him zero purpose he'd care less if they die..(after all, you're just a target..) but being a professional, he can't allow that to happen to his teammates

If you look up closely, Nikto wears a military uniform that is different from everyone else with MP-0 written on it. Now if you don't know, MP stands for Military Police (enforcement agencies connected with, or part of, the military of a state.) and zero next to it meaning "nothing" and this is important which is what Nikto refers himself as..

Yeah so about that..

I have a theory about Nikto's nickname

After being captured and brutally tortured with whatever sick tendency mister Z had in store for him. It was Mister Z that couldn't really get much Information about Andre.

They would start torturing him while repeating to Andre that he's nothing, he's no one, what he is is nothing but what he is is everything. Those words play in the back of his head and they never seen to go away.

(This is extremely relevant cause Mister Z tried to get to know a bit of Andre by looking through some research come to find his citizenship and language are censored making him a nobody. Keep in mind, if he found any information about Andre viewing from personal life etc. it will be used as blackmail..)

After recovering his scars and taken to therapy after 7 years he was diagnosed with DID

NOW moving on to the DID part

(What I said about the fact that people overlook Nikto's disorder, I mean it..

Some don't really write about his disorder which is fine but when someone does it gets messy. )

Alters aren't easy to deal with, it's actually gonna haunt you till the day that you die cause there's no cure for it. And in Nikto's case it's from PTSD and Nikto is very aware of his alters..

Let me tell you how Nikto's disorder affects him. Switching can be consensual, forced or triggered, Nikto values silence as much as the next person cause he's dealing with much inside his head already. The kind of guy that would "watch TV" while dissociating with a 100 yard glare with very slow blinking and a slight headache..

There are times where his personalities would correct him when hes referring to himself (example: I'm up..(his personality correctes him) WE'RE up..)

"He made us do this" (and other voice lines I can't recall..)

Maybe cut bits of an apple with a knife and eat it while watching TV..

He has medication prescribed for him but he didn't wanna depend on medications cause they're just drugs..they're nothing to him but just drugs..

He has dissociative amnesia too, sometimes he would wander around confused maybe even annoyed. The amnesia appears to be caused by traumatic or stressful experiences endured or witnessed..Although the forgotten information may be inaccessible to consciousness, it sometimes continues to influence behavior

Like I said he likes quiet people, someone who doesn't waste their air on small talk..

Example; don't really talk to him about the weather, unless you have something interesting to say but if the conversation is gonna go nowhere , don't talk..he finds that a waste of time

People assume just because he's Russian that he likes vodka, he doesn't like vodka...-He doesn't like any alcoholic beverage cause it makes his problems a lot worse,...maybe If you were lending him some as an offering, he'll take it but he has SOME self control, he's okay with coffee, though..

It's relevant cause he stays awake at late hours since he finds it difficult to sleep, he'll stay up late with no music, nothing, just a silent room. It doesn't matter if he tries the military tactic where you just close your eyes and turn off your thoughts, it's very different when you have voices screaming inside your head...

Despite everything he's still intelligent, so being smart + strength + sharp reflexes and you got yourself a criminal

Death doesn't phase him, but to him death is like sleeping, he's not scared of death considering that he's been through hell those past few months.

He likes the simple things, don't complicate anything..because he's quick with catching an attitude..be blunt and forward and stumble over your words..

Nikto shows confidence in the battlefield,just like König, except he has a high rush of adrenaline and will laugh at the enemies death.

Fun fact: in this one comic Price calls Nikto "psycho"

And it's without a doubt that he is one.., a sadistic, sociopathic, psychopath

After splitting, his alters can and will get more aggressive and do more harm and damage to others cause they're doing the most at protecting the host.. (depending on the alter, some wanna protect him while some wanna hurt him)

Oh by the way about the intelligence part, I mean he has a good good memory with remembering faces..

He doesn't like people looking at him funny, he'll get angry really fast and annoyed at the same time.., he won't show hesitation when it comes to approaching you and asking you what are you looking at (it's like trying to avoid eye contact with a homeless man Infront of a store, that's how scared you would be)

He's slow with jokes or any form of humor that you throw at him??? You'll be excited to tell him a joke, and when you do he just looks at you and tells you never to do that again..,or just straight up tell you he doesn't get it...??? and probably trying to explain it either he gets it or not he'll still tell you that it's not funny

He doesn't argue, or he does? Arguing with him will costs you avoiding getting objects thrown at you so you can get out of his sight..tragic, now you have a teammate that hates your guts and won't apologize for it.

Writing for Nikto

I'm thinking about writing a sweet headcanon for him, idk his characteristic very well but got this cute idea.

I bet nikto purrs

*Scurries off back into the darkness

Oh for sure! But it’s actually not the Host but a little, specifically the youngest little alter, mostly bitching about being tired and not fronting. The first time Nikto “purred” it too everyone by suprise but no one said shit because this man is ✨unstable✨. But it's pretty funny because it's usually happens at random times.

One recruit ask what he did it. That recruit had two broken legs after word.