#<- (just in case)

[askoverkill]

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Oh no, them again. (Text Skip)

(Checkers... your greatest foe.) (You really need to find a way to streamline this.) (You're tired of these tiny shenanigans.)

(Maybe if you-)

Siffrin, hey, are you there?

H-Huh?

(Oops, did you miss your cue?)

Were you spacing out again?

How concerning.

Oh, uh, I'm fine! But what's happening?

The Director vanished.

Technical Difficulties One Moment Please!

Sorry, my esteemed actors, duty calls for me elsewhere. We'll play again soon, I promise!

Don't miss me too much! Oh, stop your tears, I won't be that long!

What? No one would ever cry for you, Director.

The only tears I'll shed, are that I'm not the one who'll kill you.

YEAH! I'M GOING TO BAWL MY EYES OUT OVER IT! HAHAAH!

I won't stand here and be bullied by children. I shall vanish and be bullied from afar instead, farewell!

(Aaaand they're gone.) (What's that about?) (They removed the date, and now the checkers?) (There won't be any games at this point!)

(ERR, not that you're complaining!) (It's just, odd!) (And weird.) (And boring.)

[soulmushh]

i have like the outline of an idea, which mostly involves starscream going through a not fun time (i'll be honest tho, i have no idea how to articulate my ideas so this one may just stay in my head)

[eggswords]

Happy to announce that I was an artist in the Sonic Big Bang 2025!

It was an absolute blast to be able to join the event! And a special shoutout to all the collaboraters; @magicwhiskers29 for creating the fic and @acryptikjester and @ghostonthelnternet for making the experience so much fun! I'd highly recommend checking out the full fic and jesters art pieces as well!

The fic: here (AO3) or here (the writer's post)

Other artist's piece: here

The thread 69 evil empire will last eternal

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

Uhhh hey google how do you defeat a titan. time sensitive question

[kruppmaxxing]

is this a good time to talk about krupp’s fat ass

[pcketking]

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, Che il freddo qua si fa sentire Quindi Marlena torna a casa, Che ho paura di sparire

I just wanted to see them being a happy family together

[caliquill]

good morning deltarune fans. just remember that if chapter 5 is asgore related there’s a non-zero chance of a rouxls-asgore meeting. okay, have fun!

[glitchinginthegarden]

what the fuck do you mean i'm already crying?

[freakalot]

gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

part 2

[catbyte404]

[martyreddie]

genuinely though what the fuck was going on in tommy's head. "now that the competition is gone" bitch you're standing in his house. he's in the fucking walls.

[eydilily]

my favorite

[acochleola]

beatiful

[breoasis]

Y era un domingo en la tarde, fui a los coches de choque tiririririririririri 🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺

[dailyhatsune]