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is roach named after the insect or the fish ? (￣∀￣)

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writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.

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Nikto is the type to make heavy, intense eye contact when you're bare in front of him. His eyes will wander, drinking you in, but he's so enamoured he can't help but revert back to making deep eye contact as he strokes your bare waist. His rough fingertips nimble and feather like as they glide softly in little shapes over your skin, before your curves fill the dips in his palms as he's ushering you closer. Closer. Closer. He doesn't care anymore that he feels undeserved of your presence, please grant him a glimpse of heaven.

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priceghost x reader. dubcon themes.

thinking about being john’s newly-wed, barefoot and warm as an oven, stumbling to the door when you hear his iron foot fall. it’s been months, but you recognize the cadence on the porch. sounds like morning tea and his favorite cigars.

unlocking the door and throwing yourself into his arms, smelling the space above his shoulder, inhaling…petrichor. wet dirt. blood.

that isn’t your husband.

you slowly peel yourself away, stunned when your eyes meet brown instead of blue.

“where’s…”

“right ‘ere, dove.”

you looking over the stranger’s shoulder (who is still holding you up) and find your husband, looking a little too amused that his wife is in another man’s arms.

once you reach him, he kisses the top of your head, before rubbing your shoulder to coo the loud creature of embarrassment before it reaches your mouth in the form of an apology.

“you’ve met simon. he’ll be staying with us for a little while.”

you glance between the two before meeting your husbands eye. “I-“

“im sure you don’t mind the extra stomach, right darlin?”

you swallow.

“of course not,” you glance at simon, who’s face remains neutral, “the more the merrier.”

you meant for meals. they seemed to understand it differently.

now you sleep between the two of them, quilt unnecessary while their meaty limbs keep you sweltering.

the bed is heavy, and you haven’t complained because you’re a hostess, and simon is john’s friend. even when you feel him palming your clothed cunt ‘in his sleep’, you don’t fuss.

instead, you silently turn on your side, trying your best to subtly grab your husbands attention.

but he’s already there, watching. smiling gently, like he does when he says he loves you.

“there there dove. you can learn to share, right?”

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One of Nikto’s most problematic traits would be his indulgence in the exotic pet trade tbh

I think he’d be drawn to the traits that make wild animals “unattractive” to human companions—their dead eyes, their sharp teeth, their prey drives, their hierarchies. He’d see value in an animal that could tell him to “fuck off,” and mean it. No appeasing gestures.

It’d ground him to know he could control the powerful beast at the other end of his chain. He wouldn’t be looking for the traditional kind of love (I don’t see him enjoying being licked or pounced on), more…a mutual respect. If the animal is good, then he’ll be good. He’ll spoil them with dinner scraps and the occasional rough pat to the abdomen.

If anyone were to be trusted with a smuggled hyena pup, it’d be him. He’d take space seriously; he’d have the money for it. He’d have an almost scary knowledge of their diets and modes of digestion. (Might even feed an obligate carnivore a ground-up enemy or two.) Sputnik exists, but I don’t think she’d be his first or his last. He loves a good “pet”-that-requires-a-permit-that-he-couldn’t-give-less-of-a-fuck-about.

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Im so into Nikto, I cant take it anymore

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Lately, I haven't had the energy to actually do anything, so I regretted choosing Nikto, because its design has become an obstacle for me to complete quickly...

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Stalker!Nikto x Lonely!Fem!Reader

CW: NSFW, Noncon body modification (piercing, genital tattoos), Biting, Implied knifeplay, Stalking, Clit torture mention

I love the idea of a Stalker!Nikto zeroing in on you because you’re always alone.

You. Soft, sweet you—all cashmere and coconut oil. Skin butter-smooth compared to his, shiny. Pulled taut over your flesh. Not sloughing and rotting away like that of his face. He’d watch you lounge like a princess through your windows at night, headband keeping your hair from your eyes. You’d scroll mindlessly on your phone to fill the silence. You wouldn’t even feel his presence (his silly kroshka, so naive).

He wouldn’t believe his luck finding you. So pure and untouched, yet begging to be caught. Like a young dove strutting along, preening its pretty feathers. He’d want to poach you.

He’d be like a shadow everywhere you go. Especially that library you frequent. The one with the “secret” top floor and all its sordid pleasures. From classic literature, banned and unbanned, to cheesy bodice-rippers. You’d peek into the steamiest book you could find, cheeks warm from what puffed out the pages, thinking you had privacy. You wouldn’t know about the apparition staring at you from between the bookshelves. Felid eyes narrow. Baby blues pinning.

He’d be jealous, but also a rich man. His only competitor would be those stupid books. He’d design your cage in his mind, treating you as a prized parrot, minding your need for mental stimulus. Do you like pain, lyubov? He’d think you do.

He’d pick his poisons from the trash you read. Infuse it with him. His lips are too gnarled to kiss you, so he’d bite you instead. His palms are too rough to cradle you, so he’d cut you instead. He’d mark you as his own, tattoo you if need be—his name on all his favorite parts of you. And he’d keep you on a tight leash; strangled his cock at the idea of piercing your clit and tugging the chain. He’d get it in ballistic black, just like his mask.

While your mind ripped you at the seams, it’d stitch his together. Seeing you would be enough to make the voices quiet. You’d work better than any pill, than any nodding, sycophantic therapist. You—the ball of fraying nerves wrapped in a bow. The creature of habit. The one who sought body heat from the shower stream.

Unfortunately, you’d be in great company. You just wouldn’t be aware until it was too late.

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We Are All Dangerous

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Nikto versus memes (4/?)

Krueger killed two men before lunch and indulged in the pleasure that is sampling human flesh before tea time. But sure thing, Nikto.

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“But I like to pretend that you love me…”

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Hi!! My name is Soyuz, and I’m quite fond of space, mid-twentieth century history, animals, and color!

My current fixation is COD, so most of my writing will be for that. I am interested in writing for and interacting with darkfic. Please heed this warning if that’s something you aren’t comfortable with.

Also, this account is very NSFW, so please, for the love of god, minors and ageless blogs DNI. The aforementioned ‘please’ has whipped cream and cherries on top btw.

I play favorites! You will see an unfortunate amount of Nikto on this account. I adore him—he looks like he bites.

Thank you for reading!