Sizes In Order From Smallest To Largest

sizes in order from smallest to largest

Soap

Ghost

Gaz

Price

and no, theyd probably not be 8+ inches or anything like that. And König would def not have a 10 incher.

Body positivity not only includes hair, but also appreciating realistic sizes

maybe you should write some of your fucking own instead of complaining :D

oooohhh the anons are mad todayyyy

like why are u getting mad that i’m pointing out that fanfic is written for cishet white women? Why are you getting upset that i’m bringing attention to the fact trans people are fetishized or not included in writing spaces? Why are you mad that i’m pointing out how writers auto-write for white readers and how PoC are not properly represented in writing spaces?

sounds like lil anon here mightt have a condition that ends in -phobic or -ist

in response to ur most recent post; holy fuck ur so right

not many ppl say this and when they do, everyone (and by everyone i mean the cishet white women) freaks the fuck out

cishet white women dni ✋🏽🚫

have a good day :3

Youre real as hell anon <3 only those who arent cishet white women will get it

cw: post sex scenario-ish, nikto x fem implied! reader, drunken sex implied, idk what else. might marry this man

The worst part was after the sex. Your memories of last night were probably a blur. And for Nikto, well, he'd never let himself be so vulnerable as to forget a night spent with something as sweet as you. When you had first approached Nikto, he wondered if you realized how hideous and ravaged he was.​

Didn't have the time to pull his face mask up when you trotted over, begging for a night with him. He wondered if sober you, the one buried against his sternum, would remember the rough texture of his countless scars, of the mutilated bits of his body - if you would wake up with fear, screaming for him to get out.

Yet you never gave him the chance to cower - hide away his trauma branded flesh. Somehow your grip so strong, fingers curled into his own. A python-like death grip wrapped around his left leg with both of yours. Naked. His shirt.

Oh fuck.

Realization was really hitting when he felt your soft, elongated sigh against his jaw, lips rubbing the scarred texture of his skin. The fascinating texture you couldn't get your cold fingers off of last night, even when he let you flip positions, in hopes it would lessen this touchy, needy state of yours. Nikto only achieved the opposite. You grasped at his fingers for support, hips rolling as you whimpered, letting him muffle your explicit sounds with his finger tips pressing to your lips, mesmerized by how effortlessly soft your skin was.

He was staring at you like he loved you.

And maybe you were just really drunk, lost by the feeling of his cock bruising your pretty cunt just to break entrance; followed by far too many orgasms to clear through the spilled word dictionaries in your brain. Whatever it was, you drew to a reckless conclusion. You slurred a kiss into his palm, whispering how much you loved him. A soft prayer he would stay until you woke up because he was just “so fucking hot” and you “wanted to make out with him again.”

Didn’t even fight back when he just shushed you and hid your face in his chest, desperate to not let you feel the boiling heat that surfaced in his face.

Too much for an exhausted man like himself. Couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around you, relishing in your sweet scent with the hint of smoke from the incense you burned. Smoke used to terrify Nikto, remind him of harsher times. Would make his heart throb and his body tremble - and yet the scent from you made him want to trace the vertebrae of your spine until you swatted at him like a small, feral cat.

The rigid sensation his dry fingertips mapped made the loud thoughts in his head blur away - even if just momentarily. The several voices which once ran rampant and rebellious within his darkest mind caverns had finally slowed. A single thought running through his mind as he curled the soft locks of your hair between his finger tips, tightening the grip and watching it feather down.

"How soft."

Not realizing Nikto had spoken his thoughts aloud, he was genuinely surprised when you finally stirred awake, a curious gaze in your eyes and a groggy "mhm?" making it's way out of your sigh. Poor man, cuddling you like you had his family in a room downstairs, eyes wide with fright, and his heart beat picked up pace. It surprised you, confused you, yet you just did your best not to scare the wild man that bubbled in his mind.

Buried your face back into his chest, kissing against his soft muscle. Biting a soft, pink hickey that flushed easily and licking away your own drool. Eyes glancing up from behind your lashes as you felt his body settle just a bit. Maybe if you were a little less in love with the big muscles and puppy, blue eyes, you would've taken his secure tighten around your body as a sign that he was about to dedicate his entire life to you. But you didn't - just let your eyes flutter shut and let your head plop back between his muscled breasts.

tagging friends :)) @yandere-kokeshi @kettlemouse @babybimbo777

im a firm believer in

hairy ass mf: soap/price

cannot grow body/face hair for the life of them: ghost/gaz

https://www.tumblr.com/niktosillies/751039744939622400/atp-i-might-block-anyone-who-locks-their-fics

im so glad im not the only one who was annoyed by this

i think its genuinely so shitty honestly.

“Instead of opting out of this AI voiceover thing, i’m going to lock all of my fics behind a website that supports zionism. Oh and if you’ve been a fan of me for a while, good luck reading them, because it can take months to get an account!”