Have I Told You How Much I Love The Eyelashes You Put On Nikto Because 😚😚😚

bro i am about to fail this course, i have to submit it today (it's been a month since the agreed submission date), but anyways the first thing i am doing after i am done with it is i am going to draw myself with nikto

indonesia, i have to write a paper about you, i hope i will do you justice

hapy new year everynyan

when you're a natural aura farmer you generate an aura excess and that's why they killed che guevara

i love blue collar workers

i am not doing well and i lost my ipad charger haha

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.

If I ate you it would taste like strawberry milk methinks

ehhh!?? how did you know?????? if one is what one eats, i am strawberry milk. i drink strawberry milk/strawberry blended yogurt (with homemade strawberry syrup) almost daily waghhh

dear god-o-bees, do you think nikto would like strawberry milk? or would he be the radical orthodox non-pasteurized milk drinker?

Nikto who looks horrible in the sunlight, the sun highlighting all his scars and features to turn him back into himself. He didn't like it. He preferred the night sky that blurred his features, reducing his sight and letting his see and breathe easier.

The cold night air comforting to his tortured lungs as they breathed you in. Shielding you away to any onlookers of the alley to feel you pressed against them. Keeping a hand so your dress and skin wouldn't be soiled by the filth of the wall.

"Just one more kiss and we will go home", the man whispered harshly as he took your breath again and again. Leaving marks in his touch, concealed by the night.

Seconds before he brings you home with a familiar coat around your shoulders.

a good friend gifted me cod fanmade goodies straight from taobao for my birth anniversary, thank you good friend.

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