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Wasp Rick

Featured

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The Wrecker of Sugar Rush

wreck it ralph favorites

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Till Death Do Us Part PG1

creepy sonic creatures

287 deviations
Literature

Random Acts of Vore

Affectionate/couples: He kissed her head lightly, slipping her upper half into his mouth over his soft lips. She squirmed slightly into the warm tongue, shivering at the odd sensation of half of her body being warmed and the other half still exposed to the cool air. She wriggled further inside and he sucked gently on her legs, slurping them into his mouth and sealing her away. Laying his head on his arms once again, he licked over her with his tongue a few times, a small smile on his lips and his eyes closed. As he prepared to swallow, he lifted up the front of his tongue to roll her back and she adjusted her body to be more comfortable for

Vore

420 deviations
WOW!!!!

transformers

174 deviations
Nice Day in the Jungle

naga

32 deviations
[Event Prize] A Cotton Candy Monster has appeared!

cute and funny

181 deviations
So many hugs (Sexual Offenderman)

creepypasta

321 deviations
Dragonformers TFP Soundwave and Lazerbeak Concept

dragons

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Steve X Herobrine

minecraft

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Titans Wrath

heart

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Departure

animation

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please laugh idk

sonic charatures

138 deviations
ID

werehog

15 deviations

bill cipher

50 deviations
#264 Gorillaz

gorillaz

1 deviation
Literature

Held (G/t) pt. 7

      My face flashed a violent shade of red, and I felt my heart flutter in my ears as I was squished against his chest again. I was instantly consumed in a suffocating heat that was radiating off of his rough skin, the loud drumbeat of his heart boomed around me with every thundering footstep. I put my trembling hands protectively up against his chest, next to my face, as we made our way into his kitchen, still locked in his tight fist. My fingers brushed past the leathery skin, and for a moment, I was blown away at the thought of his size, of his heart. Every footstep shook me to the core, and my eyes widened in fear and mild pain at the

five nights at ferddes

107 deviations
Water Sprite Faybell - Nix

danny phantom

19 deviations
Oswald Thinking: Inked

wasteland

1 deviation
Hell wolf 2

monsters

18 deviations
Fangs Sans

undertale

193 deviations
Cuphead - Cagney Carnation

cuphead

31 deviations
Ut and batim doddles (crossover)

crossover

4 deviations
Literature

Tsukiyama Shuu x Reader |The Next One|

Tsukiyama wishes nothing more than to enjoy his next meal. He always has had this point of view, and guesses that he'll continue to act like this. It was only natural. He never thinks too deep into it - whether he's oblivious or ignorant is unbeknownst to him. On nights when his heart throbs painfully, and chest feels as if it's imploding, he tries to fill himself with luxuries. Eat. Again, and again. It has to fill that gap in his heart, if food won't; what will? He's grateful as of late. A next meal is what he sees in them. The one with a scent incomparable to the ones he has come across so far. He takes it upon himself to befriend them,

other

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Original Red Pokemon

pokemon

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Daddy! WIP

you are umasou

14 deviations
Literature

Held (G/t) pt.1

     He was back. I could feel his stare piercing through me, even as I was faced the other way, making my heart bang wildly against my ribcage and my eyes gloss over with fear. And even though we had the thick, fogged glass of my prison walls separating us, it still felt as though I was trapped by him.     Well, technically I was.     A large, glass tank, sealed from all sides was not exactly my definition of home. It reminded me of a fish tank. That’s all we were in this dimension: mindless pet fish, made to be kept, to be owned. The thought made my stomach churn. I could've never expected this to hap

GT stuff

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Leatherface

H movie

5 deviations
Literature

Stranger [Villainous]

He sat in the corner, staring down unseeing at the little device in his hands. A remote of some sort, for something, he doesn’t know. He’s just been taking it apart and putting it back together for the past few hours in a numbing, repetitive motion. The only other sounds are 5.0.5’s quiet snores and Demencia’s soft breathing. She’s recovering well; broken arm in a cast, fractured ribs healing, seemingly no signs of damage from the blood loss. But she hasn’t woken up yet. It’s been almost a week and Flug has scarcely left the room. He hasn’t spoken much, has slept even less. He sits in the corn

Villainous

1 deviation