#roach tw

[tearwolfe]

drew my friend's roach in 3 minutes

[dilfsisko]

The humble and oft maligned American cockroach

[bucketkicked-m]

good morning ☀️ just blasted the FUCK out of a roach ! Certified bug assassin

[hopcrow]

I saw a fucking ROACH in my KITCHEN

I killed it but now what do I do??

clean and disinfect everything I GUESS

I don't leave food or dishes out! I'm very clean! I empty the (air tight) garbage bin regularly! why is there roaches (I have to assume it isn't just the one)

[trinrose3]

Virgil: sighs. Nobody gets me but you. Rat: [guttural noises]

Virgil: couldn't have said it better myself

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Virgil rarely ever uses his necromancy powers on creatures that are considered more "sentient" like humans and stuff nor does he enjoy having to kill anyone or anything. This leaves him with not that many options when it comes to building his horde, so he tends to stalk places like the sewers and the dumps to find already dead creatures...He broke into a veterinary clinic once and that was definitely a low point...

Ironically the guy who uses a flying suit made out of organic materials is deathly afraid of said organic materials LMAO

[sephirajo]

The mystery of the roaches has been solved. It is not me. It was never me. It was the unit next door, which given how the exterminator talked about it was a god damned nightmare. And last night I saw the door to their unit, recently abandoned, covered in fucking roaches.

It was not me. It was never me. They will hopefully all die and I'll never see them again and just will have to deal with the occasional boxelder that gets in.

[janeelyakiri]

So I have a pet tarantula, her name is Mushroom. And she is a cute curly hair and is so shy and sweet

unless you are a dubia roach. In which is is a freakin' serial killer. She is currently just petting the roach as this poor thing is frozen in fear.

(Under cut for Tarantula and Roach)

Touch...

[tigertrotter]

Roach: A Haiku

Geralt’s faithful steed,

Going by the name of Roach

Witcher media

[rhymewithrachel]

Rip guys

[hecho-a-mano]

i simply won't encounter a cockroach ever again in my life. manifesting.

[beefy-the-stronk]

Hey, Sam you had a lil something on your-? Nvrm...

TW: ROACHES/INSECTS, and also detailed closeups below [edit2]

[turtletoads]

hating you won't make you suck any less

[renetess-a]

Thought of this meme the moment we adopted our beloved rat child

[mick3yz]

Starship fans is this anything lmao

[downydig]

Huck, I have a silly question. What is your favorite Welcome Home bug? The bugs in Welcome Home are so adorable and they don't get enough love. I love all of them personally, but I was curious about what your favorite was.

Also, I hope you are having an amazing day/night :3

Hm probably the roach babe.

[nevadaafterdark]

-> FARMBOY ON COWBOY ACTION <3

synopsis: thinking reeeaaally hard about working on a ranch/farm and pining over one of the really hot cowboys that work the cattle..

word count: ~900

(contents: t4t ftm4ftm, pet names (farmboy, beau, shug), frotting, fingering, light bullying/degradation, slight body betrayal, dubcon, nsft)

i'm still kinda new to writing porn! feedback is appreciated <3

you've been working on a farm, or maybe a ranch. the technicalities don't matter. maybe you're doing some of the lighter work, like tending to the chickens. y'know, collecting eggs, breaking broody hens, making sure the momma hens are getting enough to eat and drink as they stay with the eggs. it's a work-intensive job, but relatively light on the body. your boots are broken in but not overly worn.

but god if you can't keep your eyes off that one cowboy that saunters around like his dick is too big to fit in his blue jeans. he rides that shire horse like he's riding into war even though he's only herding cattle. you're lucky you can dish out excuses like watching the pasture for foxes and snakes when you're looking out at the cattle fields.

and yet, of course, luck isn't always on your side. one day, he confronts you about your lingering eyes (something about "you got a lazy eye? or a lack of respect?"). you adamantly deny everything -- obviously -- if only for the sake of his ego not growing too big. sure, you've interacted before, but this is new.

he laughs and takes your hand, his callouses abrasive against your softer hands. with less effort than you think it should take, he tugs you up into the saddle, practically on his lap. he laughs against the nape of your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you dizzy.

"what's the matter, farmboy?" he mumbles, his lips brushing against your skin. it sends electric tingling down your spine. "scared to take a ride? i just wanna show you somethin', that's all."

you deny it (saying something about the other workers not being competent enough to watch for hawks, which is honest-to-god bullshit) and squirm in the saddle. he wraps an arm around your waist and hisses out a warning to stay still. he squeezes the horse's sides with his calves and you're jostled as the horse starts walking, then trotting towards the treeline.

you ask him what he thinks he's doing. he just laughs, nipping at your neck and squeezing your middle again. his fingers find your belt and fiddle with the buckle. "it's alright, shug. i ain't gonna kill you or nothin'."

after a few minutes of riding (and his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants but laughing and taking them out when you gasp), the horse comes to a stop in a forest clearing. he lifts you off the saddle, then hops off.

he unhooks his personal bag off the horse's saddle and drapes it over his shoulder. he gives the horse's dock a light slap, and it canters off, back towards the ranch.

the clearing is nice -- there's wildflowers dotting the tall grass and a rocky crag shadowing half the clearing. he stands behind you, his hands finding your belt buckle again. you gasp, and he laughs, breathy against the shell of your ear.

you call him an asshole and he just laughs again. "oh, you don't mean that, shug. i can tell."

before you can protest, his hand dips into your pants, his fingers immediately gliding over your tdick and running the pad of his finger down your slit. he chokes back a groan. "fuck. goddammit -- you just walk around like this, huh?"

you exhale heavily and deny it. you deny it even though you're hard, even though you're dripping, even though you're fighting the instinct to buck your hips into his hand.

he grinds against your ass, his belt buckle digging into your skin as he dips a finger in you. you hiss, and he laughs. "what, don't like that, farmboy? then maybe you shouldn't be walkin' around, wet and ready and just waitin' for someone to take you."

you huff, your breath becoming more labored as he starts moving his finger. you scoff and your head falls back against his shoulder as he adds a second, rubbing the heel of his hand against your tdick with every motion. he curls his fingers, his fingertips brushing against that rough spot inside you that makes you spit and curse like a feral cat.

"fuck this," he growls under his breath. he fumbles with your belt buckle, undoing it before undoing the button of your jeans and tugging down the fly. he circles around you, undoing his own belt, button, and fly.

he flicks the body of his bag behind him, then grabs your waist with enough force to bruise and brings your hips to his. both you and him let out strangled sounds as the heads of your tdicks bump and rub against each other. he ruts against you, groaning lowly.

"goddamn, shug, you're so fuckin' hard," he manages through his whining noises. "do i do this to you? don't answer, i already know."

you hiss out something along the lines of telling him to shut the fuck up, choking back your moans. you angle your hips and grind forward. both you and him groan and curse and just rut against each other like desperate mutts.

he guides you backwards, pushing you back against the bark of a tree, still grinding against you. he pulls away a little to reach into his bag. he pulls out a strap-on, one that's thick and heavy and matches his brash personality perfectly. the harness clinks as he holds it up with a shit-eating smile.

"you ready for the main show, farmboy?"