Zoloftwithdrawalnausea - Zoloft For Nikto

epic!!! would nikto like cheese plate? maybe cold cut plate with meat???

take a good nap brooo!!! i'm doing alright, therapy today and no meds change :3

hello! do you like cheese?

i bought a 200g block of gouda yesterday and ate it with some haribo worms and it felt like my own little cheese plate with dried fruits and all that :3

hope you are doing well 🍀

I LOVE CHEESEE PLATE THAT SHIT UP ON A CERAMIC AND IM EATING IT LIKE IT'S A CAVIAR BOWL TO GOOO I'M DOING SLEEPY HOW ARE YOU HANDSOME

Nikto!! His uniform is a little weird because I had a little difficulty making it without getting lost while I was drawing it :((

Nikto with stickers on his mask (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ Cute.

(I got the stickers on Pinterest, I hope it doesn't cause any problems - I didn't do it with bad intentions⚰️)

Strikeface

FINALLY finished this. ugh,

i have been eating good as of late. too good.

bro i wish i had a nikto who could help me brush my hair

Angst comfort with jealous Nikto? Maybe some comforting Nikto?

friends to something ambiguous guys! friends to something ambiguous and a little heartwrenching! i love friends to will-they-won't-they! anyway sorry if this is kinda odd?? ivebeen in sick and fever dreamy the past couple of days I've worked on this

there's a new man on your squad. the upper brass transferred him from a different squad, citing an influx of inappropriate anger toward certain people.

and the moment he shows up, nikto doesn't like him. there's something about his dark, leering eyes that makes even his skin crawl. but what seals the deal for him is that he immediately goes to talk to you.

he's all over you, every day. he'll squeeze between you and nikto with his trey in the mess hall, pushing nikto out. the man visits you before lights out, stripping you of the little time you have to relax. but worst of all, you don't seem to mind.

nikto knows that this man isn't good news, but he can't point fingers without a good reason. that'd only alienate you further. he stays up for days, digging and digging, only to come out completely empty-handed. god, he must be good at covering up his tracks… or, maybe he just doesn't have anything wrong with him.

this whole ordeal pisses him off. he can't stop thinking about your cheeks warming when you talk to your new friend, and of you dolling yourself up before you see him. oh, nikto just wants to claw his own eyes out!

maybe nikto is just jealous… ah, no. he couldn't be. he doesn't get jealous.

two weeks into your newfound friendship, it dawns on you that nikto isn't hanging around as often as he used to. it's only ever the new guy and you, and if you manage to catch nikto around base, he's brooding and disinterested. you tire of this. you miss your friend-- you miss nikto. what happened to cleaning rifles together and dozing off in eachothers' quarters? you won't stand for this any longer.

it's late at night when you confront him. your spare key still fits into his lock, and you still have to lift the door to open it. he's sitting straight up in bed with wild eyes watching you. he never looks at you like that. nikto always knows when it's you, doesn't he?

you shut the door behind you with a soft click, taking care not to stir anybody nearby. your footfalls are light against the cold, hard floor, and they stop once they reach the side of his bed. he hasn't reached for a firearm or blade of any sort. maybe he isn't as mad as you believed.

you move to sit on the edge of the mattress. what should you say? you had a faint outline for what you planned on confronting him about, but the moment you walked in and saw those wide eyes of his, none of it seemed all that important.

your head turns to look at him. his face is hardly visible under the cover of the dark, but every little shuddering breath gets his point across. he's upset, deeply so, but he can't just say that. he can't just… talk to you. it's never that easy, not for him.

but, you've come to understand him; you know when nikto is upset. and this time, you know why he's upset too.

"…i'm sorry. you need a friend, don't you? i haven't been one," you whisper.

you want to hold him tight and tell him just how sorry you are, but he'd never let you hear the end of it if you did. you know by now that he doesn't like being touched very often.

something brushes against your fingers. they curl as a twitch rolls through your knuckles, but it persists.

it's his hand, his fingers. his scuffed palm moves to lay over the back of your hand, and his nails lightly itch your wrist.

maybe this is still salvageable. jealousy may not be the end of this.

bruh, i lost my wallet with limited edition price image and old coins in it, could things get any worse

so many epic artists everywhere

Ooooooouhh my toes are getting all sweaty and curly at the thought of him snookums

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YASSS bby ({;}) curly toes 🤣💗

I present to you…

Cringe things with Nikto 🫣🤍

Nikto truly believes he’s the best cook in the world. He isn’t, his food is borderline inedible. One birthday he made you a cake, used salt instead of sugar. You had to pretend to enjoy it while your eyes watered.

When you first met, Nikto was barely domesticated. Sleeping at weird hours and prowling around the house. Then he started reorganising all your kitchen cupboards to try and keep himself busy. Now he gets genuinely heartbroken if you move a single tin out of it’s place. “It’s my masterpiece milaya, don’t spoil it.”

Pounding you into the mattress one night, you both went in for a sloppy kiss at the same time. It was dark, his head smacked against your chin. You ended up in the doctors office with a profusely bleeding lip, dressed only in your lingerie and a coat. Nikto kept telling him it was a sex injury, while you died of embarrassment.

Nikto will call you at all hours of the day, wherever he is in the world, for almost feral phone sex. If you don’t pick up he leaves you the horniest voicemails. You made the mistake of answering your phone, at a set of lights with a cop car next to you once. Both officials gave you the thumbs up, as your boyfriend grunted through your vehicles speakers at full blast.

After your first minor fight, Nikto thought it was over. He got absolutely wasted because he was so miserable. Then you had to go and pick him up from the bar, while he told you vehemently how much he loves you. The slurring resulted in a lot of spit going everywhere, then he passed out fully clothed in your bed. Snored all night. You didn’t catch a wink.

You tried to go out for a nice meal one time, something romantic. But you both got chucked out of the restaurant, because Nikto managed to sweet talk his fingers into your panties. The owner threw a glass of water over him, when he asked them what the problem was. Needless to say it didn’t cool him off in the slightest. You’ve never been able to go back.

You bought one of those mould your own dildo kits, because you miss his cock when he’s abroad. You both got plaster everywhere, it ended up looking like a wonky mess and you couldn’t stop laughing. He chases you around the house sometimes with it.

He absolutely loves chick flicks, the cheesier the better. Has been known to shed a tear when the couple make their declarations of love at the end. It makes you giggle, seeing your extremely fierce man well up over the worst plot lines.

Nikto talks a big game, but when you get on top and ride him, he gets absolutely fucked dumb. Barely able to do anything but moan, eyes screwed up so he doesn’t cum on the spot. You could offer him reverse cowgirl and he’d give you anything you want in exchange.