#toy spider

[potahties]

OMG LOOK AT MY NEW BESTIE!!!😭❤️‍🩹

[mollybeenoel]

Spider plushies by plaything_co

[edgepunk]

reposting this thing I drew months ago bc the brainrot is strong

[bugthingsdaily]

today's bug thing is this crocheted baby tarantula!

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[goobersplat]

24 Halloween Rubber Ducks

[calistozom]

If one day I get an anti-stress 3D printed spider with moving parts that is unexpectedly perfect for the references of one particular character, I will not tell anyone, but there will be signs.

[stardustledian]

I’m gonna start posting art here now~

I drew my fursona (Cyril) and its boyfriend (Chio) as pool toys. I think pool toys are cute and fun and shiny

Reblogs are appreciated and I will send you imaginary roses 🌹

[stigmalarity]

college roommate!Miguel x reader

| gn! reader, masturbation, dildos, voyeurism

College Roommate!Miguel who gets back to your shared apartment after class and is puzzled by the noise complaint tacked to the door. 

The fine print describes loud noises during the hours that he’s not at home, meaning it would have to be you. But that’s still odd.

In the handful of months that the two of you have been roommates, he’s never known you to be loud. In actuality, most people would probably consider you the perfect roommate. You’re quiet, clean up after yourself, cook extra food for him, stay on top of chores, and mostly stick to your room. When the two of you do spend time together, it’s never awkward, just… comfortable. Neither of you feel the need to over-exert yourselves with social interaction while in the comforts of your own home.

Miguel likes being around you. He thinks you’re pretty.

He brings up the complaint that night as you cook dinner side-by-side.

“By the way, I came home to a noise complaint today,” he says, chopping up veggies to throw into the noodle dish you’re making. “It said something about loud noises, but it’s only during the hours when I’m not around. Have you heard anything?”

He doesn’t look at your face, but he notices the way you pause.

“Oh, um,” you start, stirring up the noodles in the wok. “I dunno, I must have been playing my music a little too loud while you were at school. My bad,” you reply. “I’ll try to keep it down.”

Miguel shrugs. “Got it. No worries,” he replies. Since he’s never experienced you being loud, he doesn’t really know what else it could be. He lifts the cutting board, and sweeps the veggies into the wok.

It’s not until a week later when his final lecture of the day gets canceled that he figures out what the noise complaint could have been about.

He doesn’t see you when he walks in, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. It’s only when he takes out his headphones that he hears it.

His first guess is that you’re crying, and it’s technically none of his business to figure out why. As he gets closer, though, he hears it; slick, wet sounds accompanied by your voice, a bit muffled, letting out the most debauched, lecherous wails he’s ever heard.

By some sheer, dumb stroke of fate, your door is open just a crack. His palms are sweating and his pants are tightening as he approaches. He considers turning away when suddenly he hears you, clear as day. You must have pulled away from whatever you had been pressing your face into.

“F-fuh- oh, god- Fuck, Miguel!”

All the blood in his body rushes to his cock, and he’s stepping closer faster than he can think, his eyes trained on that crack in the door. When he sees you, his mind goes blank.

You’re on your knees on the bed, your chest pressed to the sheets and your cheek turned away from him. Your arm is tucked under your torso and between your legs, fucking yourself silly with a flesh tan dildo that for a moment, reminds him of his own cock. Your pretty hole is absolutely soaked, and there's a frothy, white ring gathered at the base of the dildo that he wants to see you lick off.

He stays there, his hand squeezing at his now ridiculously hard cock over his pants as you push yourself up to face the headboard, adjust the dildo underneath you, and start bouncing.

You moan his name again. Then, as if remembering something, you press your hand over your mouth, swallowed by the sleeve of the hoodie that your other hand is tugging up your waist. The bed creaks beneath you, but you keep going.

Arousal lurches hot in his stomach when he realizes the hoodie is one he’s been missing for weeks.

Miguel only lets himself watch for a few more moments, hungrily taking in every inch of you, every noise that escapes your pretty lips and committing it to memory before he turns around and walks back to the door. He opens it wide, then slams it shut, loud enough for you to hear. Your moaning ceases. 

His eyes are trained on your bedroom door as you rush over and shut it completely.

[spideytism]

his cozy ass is NOT saving the city 😹

[theyshapedlikefriends]

Qualia Niccolino - "Insect stuffed animals you don't like"

[fitsofgloom]

Plenty of Shocks With This

[shiftythrifting]

Some recent finds from Savers in Danvers MA:

1. A pilot's wings? (Came home with me)

2. It's him. Spiders Georg.

3. What appears to be someone's X Files fanart lovingly printed onto canvas

4. LARGE DINOS

5. Science shirt (also came home with me)

[blue-lollipops-and-ice-clouds]

Vessel attempting to pick up III.

(Source - the amazing and talented Metalmusemedia)

[lpsotd]

Hi! Can I request spider #1031 for June 14th? It's my birthday, and she's my first LPS.

todays littlest pet shop of the day is ... spider #1031 !! for you, anon — happy birthday !!

[oceantoyz]