Oh What I Would Do To Be Nikto's Government Mandated Spouse...

it came to me in a dream

PINKTO!!! <333 (he loves u 💓☺️)

(i hate doing lineart. Hate it. I HATE IT SO MUCH. so i just cleaned up the second sketch a lil bc i HATE LINEART!!!)

sorry if i haven't responded to you, so eepy

i will take a small nap

Nikto.

i want to draw boobs and teeth

not like, online, but irl, the lord keeps testing me

the lord keeps sending me red flags with writing hobby man, please stop

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.

sweet and silly dessert thoughts with my fave cod men

nikto who would crawl through hell and back for a chance at hand feeding you your favorite chocolate covered strawberries. one hand holding the strawberry and the other delicately positioned underneath incase some chocolate falls. silently fawning over you as he watches your chubby cheeks bounce when you chew, just like a cute hamster, his little one.

nikto who declines having the strawberries himself, instead electing to steal a sweet kiss from your lips, the taste of sweet chocolate and strawberry now lingering on his lips. he simply can’t get enough.

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simon who looks surprised when he snaps back in from his reverie (he was busy staring at your cute face, yes he will deny it) and you’re holding the first bite of your fruit tart in front of his face. a little bit of tart crust, cream and some berries on it. his confusion melts into something more soft, adoring as he allows you to feed him the first bite of your fruit tart.

the bites go back and forth between you and him, until your treat is nearly gone and you’re happily feeding him the last bite. he’s all soft smiles and an even softer gaze as you skip hand in hand with him out the cafe. he casually leans down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead with a quiet but loving, “thanks, birdie.”

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kruger who snatches a bite of HALF of your lobster tail pastry when you’re too distracted by a cute dog. snickering whilst chewing when you turn around again, confusedly looking at your pastry before looking at him. and giving him a slap on the chest when he manages to giggle “boyfriend tax, haschen”. the look on your face is worth the scolding you give him after, just like a little angry kitty he says (he’s not helping his case)

after playfully harrumphing at him and ignoring his affections for two blocks he offers to make amends by buying you a pack of macarons, and pinky swearing he’ll ask first this time. (to his credit he actually does) which earns him a nice big kiss on his cheek in return, see schatzi he can be nice!

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johnny who buys you that slice of rich chocolate cake you were eyeing in the store. a bite or two of it is enough for you, it’s a little too decadent to have all at once but you don’t want it to go to waste. this is where johnny comes in, man is willing to eat just about anything you don’t want anymore, more than happy to in fact.

his only condition to it is that you have to be hand feeding him every bite of it. preferably whilst comfortably seated in his lap, so your day takes a detour to the local park. seated on the green grass whilst johnny hugs your waist and you hand feed him each bite of the cake until it’s all gone. he couldn’t ask for a better way to spend the day if he’s being honest. (maybe a small kiss to sweeten his day even more, bonnie?)

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gary whose eyes light up with excitement at the first bite of japanese strawberry shortcake. hand delicately covering his mouth as he chews, he gives you a cute vigorous nod when you ask him if he likes it. while feeding him another bite you decide to tease him a little.

“y’know what’s in common about you and this cake?”

he cocks his head a bit to the side (much like a cute dog) and shakes his head. you grin at him, “you’re both my favorite!” and the effect is immediate. a cute pink flush spreading across his cheeks and a little flustered giggle escaping him. he’s too adorable to resist, and you press a little kiss to his already pink cheeks.

“how about i make it for your birthday hm? how’s that sound?” he nods excitedly once more, feeding you the last bite of cake whilst nuzzling his head into your neck like a content cat.

together

i will make a cod goodies haul tomorrow