I Just Gotta Get Through This Week

they told me they like me. what now 💀

having a crush on someone makes me want to take a step back and reconnect with nature man, please pray for me during this hard time

feeling unwanted changes u a lot

thank you dear fish, i survived the day (⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠) just gotta prepare for next week now....

i just gotta get through this week

"Nikolai had shattered Yegerov's friend's skull with the wrench propped up against the wall nearby. The blood had spattered up his bare torso, matting his chest hair, stained the side of his face. Shirtless, with a buzzcut he hadn't worn since his time in the Russian Air Force, he looked every part the madman he had become."

From this fic by @on-a-lucky-tide

As you can see, the image staid with me.

Alternate versions ( No blood, Nik with hair, lineart) under "keep reading" ⬇️​⬇️​⬇️​

i took a bag of edibles and felt nothing bro, why can't i get high is it the anti depressants

i stole this from twitter

Nsfw

Oh yeah also Nikto gets off being someone's pillar, aka if u come to him crying and asking him to hold you. He will, but he's trying so hard not to moan when you murmur thank you's into his skin.

Pulling back a earthy whine when you bury your head into his now sensitive neck, hiding the boner thats very much leaking and making a fucking mess on his shorts. Holding you close to his side ever so silently while he lets you sob it out. Just making sure you latch onto him first before he latches onto you.

Sentimental. Groves and fields. Since he’s Russian, birch trees and cornflowers.

i think that was one more near death experience added to the collection (there was an earthquake and i was in an elevator)

Man I love writing weird ass nikto. Idk Nikto who kisses you and licks the spot afterward, wanting nothing more than to smother you in a thin layer of his drool. Idk Nikto who feels so fucking bad whenever he wakes you up because he was talking to himself a little to loudly.

"Apologies lyubov', we were ah...discussing."

Nikto who forgets to be non-violent sometimes so he ends up being doting almost angryly. Ie kissing you and peppering your face repeatedly, harshly gripping your shoulders yet not enough to hurt while he mutters,

"Moy lyubov', mine, my only, mine, we love you." Between each peck because he's too lazy to commit to an open kiss.

Nikto who switches between hot and cold often, kissing you rapidly then running almost comedically back to what he was doing earlier. The pure panic and realization that he got distracted is so raw you can't even be mad at him, only ushering a small, "Don't trip darling!"

"I don't."

While he runs back to the garage. Trying to find that leak you were talking about a few moments prior. Nikto who comes back a few later, shirt somewhat soaked in water or sweat as he makes his way to the shower. A simple man he is, somewhat one tracked as he gives you a dazed glance in the middle of fulfilling his 'mission' to get clean. Not even recognizing you in his path.

The texture of his wet cloth against his skin always itching him the wrong way. He has been so sensitive around texture to the point that he had to order a new custom made couch to replace the one you bought, same looks, different material.

"Leak is fixed."

He tells you as if he just saw you, barely even clothed as he dries himself. Far too comfortable in your own house, only wearing his underwear as he walks over you, making his way back to said couch.

"Let us go watch a show, da?"

Ushering you to sit beside him through random hand movements. Crossing and tangling your legs over each other, one below one above and so on. Using the makeshift platform as a table for your snacks. Leaning back to what looks like an uncomfortable position before he uses your weight as leverage to crack his spine.

Nikto who falls asleep midway through because he has the most irregular sleeping schedule. Finding himself awake a few hours later as he untangles himself from you, placing you back to bed and slotting you right back in his arms. Snoring loudly, comfortable at skin against skin for once in his life, the texture reassuring instead of hostile.