#Big Whoop.

[remarkist]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[wasyago]

squeaky_toy_sound_effect.mp4

[alena-draws]

Can you tell I love this guy?

(I'll delete this little edit later, but: I'm still selling prints, among them Trigun stuff, so check out this list if this might be smth for you!)

[gallusgalluss]

gourmand my friend gourmand

[bloobydabloob]

Kanaya things. I love pasta did you know

[markiecake]

warnings/ tags: big dick jisung, size kink !!, dubcon (?), 'too big', ji is so pussy drunk, creampie (as always)

note: this is saur short omg but i just wanted to get something out of my drafts and out for y'all (°ロ°)

jisung not understanding how much bigger he actually is than you and not giving you any time to adjust to the size of his cock when it's your first time with him :((((((

your cries and whines of how it hurts and how he's too big falling flat as he literally cannot hear you with how into it he is D: the feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly making his brain short circuit.

light whimpers of 'ji, ji, ji!' slipping past your lips and your eyes screw shut trying to get past the pain 😵‍💫

you weakly scratch and paw at his chest, leaving red scratch marks all over him, trying to get him out of the trance he's in, but it's no use as he continues to use ur tight cunt until he cums inside of you !!!!

when he finally snaps out of it and looks down at your tear stained face, apologies spew out of his mouth while he strokes your hair and places sweet kisses all over ur cheeks and forehead, trying to make you feel better `(*>﹏<*)′

[u3pxx]

it's 2/9 here already ... happy made-up klapolly day

(i was originally gonna just post this one then i remembered i had an old wip i could use instead lol)

[thebearme]

M.X.E.S found you, Cassie.

[heich0e]

big brother sukuna who goes out one night and runs into one of his scumbag "friends" (if you can really call him that, considering how little sukuna knows or cares about him) who tells him that his beloved little brother reached out to him recently. at the mention on yuuji, sukuna's blood runs cold. he might not know this guy well, but he knows his reputation. knows how he makes his money. knows there's only one reason yuuji would be reaching out to him behind sukuna's back. when he gets home he storms into yuuji's room and hauls him up by the collar of his sweatshirt, his little brother hunched over his desk working on some college report of some kind that sukuna couldn't give less of a shit about at that moment, and begins interrogating him about what he bought from that guy and why. yuuji confesses everything, tells sukuna how you and him had been talking about trying out some illicit substance or another and that there's a party the two of you were planning to go to this weekend and you had asked yuuji to try and get it. yuuji, weak as ever to your whims, remembered meeting that guy once or twice through sukuna. thought it would be safe. sukuna is seeing red. not just because of how unbelievably stupid this whole idea is, but because he's picturing you—pupils wide, skin dewy, inhibitions lowered and head spinning with the thrill that the drugs would give you—and the thought of letting anyone that isn't him see you like that makes him feel almost rabid.

[darkxsoulzyx]

POV: You join the fnaf security breach fandom / DCA fandom

[nyanaknifegal]

Judgment Day tomorrow 💀💕💕

[flightdescending]

badly frankensteins the thing

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[moonsart]

Long time no Lost Time, here’s some Danny Meowton and Catdad Clockwork