#side note:

[nutmargaret]

TAMAKI GAVE BIRTH

if he could he would

[esosage]

Seeing everyone talk about how this was the only universe stone and robotnik fell in love, has made me want to throw my own hat in the ring.

So hear me out here: yes, stone and robotnik were only destined to meet in this one universe. Only given this one chance. But what if, from that one universe, their love was so strong that it rippled out into others?

What if theyre compelled to meet in other universes. What if theyre pushed together; drawn to the other not because the universe wills it, but because theyve entangled eachothers fates together so much that not even the universe can seperate them now.

They were never destined to be, but theyve chosen to be, and by god they arnt going to let the universe hold them back from that now.

Because while the universe never wanted them to have a happy ending, to get that second chance, they did. And maybe that was enough.

(Tldr: they meet in every universe not because theyre meant to, but because theyre love for one another was so strong that the universe simply couldnt hold them back this time.)

[rocketbirdie]

just put in my two weeks, so to speak.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

on the one hand (heh) it kinda sucks Lute did sucha good job painting blood and pain over Vaggie's hands on way of loving and being loved by Charlie

on the other hand.... it's a good thing Charlie's already, unknowingly, found a way to be a bigger and stronger part of Vaggie's life than the scars Lute's left her with

and this time, when Lute has Vaggie on the ground, bleeding, Vaggie isn't left alone with just shock and fear

she's also Pissed as Fuck

can get Lute the fuck away from her, and... won't let something as small as an fresh gaping wound keep her from holding her gf's hand~

awww

[annebd]

winter warmers, day 13: free use. 600 words.

Max doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t like having to say what he likes and doesn’t like. He likes everything. He loves everything when it’s with Daniel. He doesn’t want to sit in the living room with their clothes on and not touch each other and look each other in the eye and say all the words.

Daniel says that consent is important and that there are safe words and boundaries and that they need to be on the same page about these things in case either of them ever goes too far.

Max knows that Daniel would never go too far. He doesn’t need a safe word because he knows Daniel will stop if he says stop. But he won’t say stop. He doesn’t have any boundaries where Daniel is concerned. He doesn’t need them. He consents to everything, always.

As far as Max cares, he is Daniel’s to do with as he pleases. That’s what he likes. What he loves. What he wants. His body is his own, but it’s also Daniel’s. And Daniel’s is Max’s, too, but not the same.

Max likes when Daniel sits next to him on the couch while he’s playing FIFA and tugs the leg of Max’s shorts open so that he can play with the soft skin of Max’s balls. He likes when Daniel teases his foreskin until he starts to harden and the head of his cock starts to poke out, a little wet. He likes when Daniel swipes his finger through the wetness and paints it onto Max’s bottom lip and lets it sit there for a moment before he licks it off. He likes it when he wins the match and cheers with his team on voice chat but has to keep very quiet when he starts the next match because Daniel has swallowed him down to the root and is going to make him come.

Max loves when he’s in the kitchen, waiting for his tomato soup to warm in the microwave, and Daniel takes the spoon out of his hand and spins him around to bend him over the counter. He loves when Daniel pulls his shorts down and nudges his legs open and pulls his cheeks apart to lick at his hole with the broad flat of his tongue. He loves when his knees start to go weak so Daniel has to hold him up with one arm while his fingers dig into his cheek and his tongue stabs into his hole. He loves when he comes so hard that he cries out and Daniel helps him pull his shorts back on and kisses him on his shoulder and rewarms his tomato soup in the microwave.

Max wants Daniel to do more. He wants him to come over when Max is on his at-home sim and grab Max by the hair to turn his head to the side. He wants Daniel to press his cock against Max’s mouth and not let him suck it yet, just to feel the weight of it on his lips. He wants Daniel to say “good boy” when he opens his mouth wide and lets Daniel thrust slowly in and out, and a drop of spit and pre-come slides out. He wants Daniel to angle him so perfectly that he can keep going on the sim, finish the lap, set a representative lap time, while Daniel shudders and comes down his throat.

But Daniel says that he won’t do those things until they talk about them.

So Max sits. And he looks Daniel in the eye. And he talks.

[shooting-starzz]

Art trade I did with @chlyroplast !!! It was literally so fun I enjoyed it so much!!! I was told to draw any Bigb and since it's almost Valentine's day I thought I'd do heart Foundation!

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F2u w credit, click for better quality ^_^

[weirwould]

Nettles and Sheepstealer by Audrey Benjaminsen for a new edition of Fire and Blood.

[theconfusedacorn]

So, hellaverse fans, we can all agree:

If Emberlynn were to meet Alastor, she would RELENTLESSLY thirst after him, right? We can all agree on this? Her monster fucker ass would be chasing him harder than Vox?

Alright, great. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

[barmadumet]

Today, I got to experience what it was like to be the Obi-Wan in @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart’s latest fic A game of giving Obi-Wan flowers 🌹

Please do yourself a favor and go check out this fic that was completed today just in time for Valentine’s Day 😍

It’s a short, but powerful read that takes you from obikin beginnings all the way to happily ever after! It is full of love, and mystery- which I did not expect, but thoroughly enjoyed. And watch out for that OC in chapter 6! 😏

[sadbastard-bug]

[vinnigami]

October 18 2023

“oh i don’t need the avian skill i’m sure seal gems work fine” <- this is the devil talking and he wants you to lose

[littlegreyboots]

“my BONES-”

[rocketbirdie]

I finished Crisis Core and ough my heart <///////////3 THE ENDING DID NOT NEED TO HIT THAT HARD also Genesis and Zack most wonderful characters do you maybe have some art of the two of them (Zack's line from the final Genesis fight "(resigned)Why's everyone ... always pushing things on me" is on repeat in my brain)

No doodles at the moment BUT i do have some agonizing thoughts about Zack's dialogue...

UGHH i had a post somewhere. or maybe it some tags? where i went on a small tangent about Zack and his self destructive people-pleasing tendencies and his lack of agency. i just spent the past like 20 minutes trying to find it but tungle dot com's search function is uniquely mediocre. no luck :(

[thedarkmistress16]

here's some long-awaited tony food for your thots

(im serious this is 100% PWP done in like, *check watch* 6-8 hrs or so in one sitting- it's all over the place, fam)

let me know immediately if any of you want me to community label this, if that makes you more comfortable. if you want another installment (it will have actual plot i promise) just let me know. None of the used images here are mine, they belong to their respective owners, I only own my garbage writing.

Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Experienced!Unfaithful!Reader x Jealous!Yandere!Tony Stark- Repression and Suppression

and here are some messy A03-esque tags for your reading pleasure (srsly read these before continuing or you void your reading warranty):

(Lime, Lemon, G-rape, Cheating, Physical Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Affair, Noncon, Dubcon, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral, Vaginal, MxF, PWP, Love Triangle, Jealousy, Third Wheel Tony Stark, Sexual Deviant Tony Stark, Manipulation, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Teasing, Gaslighting, Sexual Coercion, Power Play? Beard Burn, The run of shame?, Lust used as a manipulation tool, Tony blatantly misunderstands words, The horny ruins lives, Reader’s never cheated in her life ong she just misses sex, Tony is all kinds of wrong here, OOC Tony Stark, His dialogue is probably OOC sorry about that, No descriptors besides gender have fun)

...

You don’t know how this happened.

…

Okay, you do know how this happened. You and Tony stumbled upon the same floor in an otherwise empty Tower and you both plopped on the same couch shooting the shit. No paperwork for you to do and no big baddie causing a commotion in New York for the Iron Man to stop. And you may have overshared a tad about the feelings you’ve been having at his prompting about your relationship status, but hey, that’s normal, even for sober people. Everyone needs to vent every once in a while. Or overshare, or both.

What you didn’t expect, however, was your totally innocent sex conversation with Tony to turn into dirty talk. Which, alright- fair, this was Tony you were talking to, so probably not your best moment.

“It’s not like he’ll find out.” Tony’s palm rests on your thigh. “And you said so yourself, he doesn’t give you what you need.”

But thankfully, that’s when your brain started working again, and you actively began to create some space between you, with his hand falling off your leg.

“No, Tony. You know who I’m with and you know he’ll be coming back.”

Tony follows you and- what the fuck? Was this couch always this small? The palm greets your thigh again, more insistent now if the pressure was any indication.

“Can you really wait that long?”

You stare at Tony, incredulous at the turn of events. He wouldn’t- would he?

You see him smile at you before diving in for a kiss.

Wide-eyed, your first reaction is to push him off, but he practically falls on top of you, keeping you pinned there as his tongue goes to work in prying your mouth open.

You struggle, and then, well, he knew how to kiss to get what he wanted, that was for sure. It was so different from what you were used to with him, all chaste and loving. Tony used the flat surface of the appendage to massage your tongue, and- holy fuck you really forgot what good kisses felt like. Tony feels so good- so warm and passionate, that his embrace sends you into a blanketed bliss.

And as you make out, that blanket grows more and more stuffy. You lose track of time, and- well, yourself. The next time you open your eyes, you’re greeted to a shirtless and more disheveled Tony Stark on top of you, kissing down your neck, and humping his bulge against you and- oh fuck your pants were gone.

Okay, this had officially gone too far. Yes, this was hot, and yes your body was awakened from the longest dry spell ever by his kisses, but you had to try and stop this. You had to get Tony to shut this shit down, and then blame your horny self later.

But first, Operation Turn off Tony.

“Wait!” Your hands fly to Tony’s chest, pushing with effort despite wanting to melt into a puddle. “I can’t- you know I can’t-”

Okay, your voice would’ve sounded commanding if Tony hadn’t run his hands under your shirt.

And if his arm wasn’t practically glued to the damn cushions you would've had more leeway to shake him off. And if he wasn’t so stron-

Wait- one arm?

…

…oh my god why is he pushing against you?

“Oh?” It comes out automatically and your body absolutely preens at the sensation before you come back down.

Oh fuck no- now two of his fingers are inside you and you’re not sure if you can even try to hold him off now.

Think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve-!

“Tony, mmn-m, pl-”

“Why refuse this?” He pauses to let his fingers talk and the resulting squelching has you trying to seal your mouth in protest. “Why refuse me? When the sweet release you want is right in front of you?” His fingers fall away. “And when this-” he rolls his denim-covered penis over your pussy, eliciting a groan from both of you, “cock is ready and begging to be inside you?”

There is no hope to quell your blushing at this point either, you unhelpfully surmise to yourself. But even so, you don’t let up, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

“He’ll, ah- find out, hah, Tony.” Fucking hell it was hard to form words now, “and he w-will-”

Tony, more envious than you’ve ever seen him, snarls in retaliation. “Don’t think about him! He’s not the one who’s going to be fucking you tonight.” He takes a moment to regain his composure before adding, “don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel so good you can’t stand it.”

“Ton- ah!”He hit a sensitive spot inside you, and your body jolted with the feeling. “P-please...ha...” You pant, trying to control yourself as his fingers retract. Trying to think of Steve instead, and all the other reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this. Why he shouldn’t be doing this to you and how he’s currently making you tingle in too many places.

In mock concern, he inquires, “what is it, baby? I’m right here...” You swear to the highest moon that Tony Stark’s teasing is the worst kind you’ve ever had to experience in your entire life; mainly because he does it in a way that pisses you off to no end.

“I- Tony, I n-need you to-” He shushes you, leaving you more baffled. He doesn’t even know your request yet and he’s already cutting you off. The playboy slides two fingers inside your wet canal and you cry out in surprise. They slip out within the next second, not allowing you to properly process the action. He languidly laps at his fingers and you actually whine at the sight, which is literally the worst reaction you could've had. Tony hums at the taste and his eyes, holding your own, gleam wickedly as you attempt to recover.

“Oh, you need me to fuck you baby? Say no more.”

You gasp, utterly scandalized. How the fuck did he interpret a nothing sentence into that? He’s already working on unzipping his jeans and you’re quick to remedy the situation, despite your breathlessness. “No, Tony, that’s not-” A hand swiftly comes down to palm your sensitive pussy and squeezes, attempting to shut you up with desire. You’re shameful when you realize his tactic worked, as you find it elicits a sexual groan from you strong enough to make your head tilt up towards the ceiling and your back arch off the couch. Tony tuts at your wanton display.

“Don’t deny it, honey. You’re absolutely dripping for cock.” He leans in close to your ear and latches his mouth onto your neck. The man nibbles and suckles enough to probably leave a mark before playfully biting your earlobe and whispering, “and I’m more than willing to provide that relief.” A small part of you finds it ironic he’d use the word willing when you haven’t vocally confirmed it in this case.

When he’s fully sheathed inside you, he sits still for a minute, groaning at the feel of you. Tony then starts circling his hips, not thrusting in the slightest, and at this point you’ve had enough of his games. If he wants to do this so badly then so be it. “No teasing…” you huff unpleasantly.

“Hmm? What was that?” His member is still nudging against the ridges of your vaginal walls, causing your lower body to spasm and tighten at random intervals.

“If you’re going to fuck me then actually fuck me.” You make your voice harsh to get your impatience across, keeping your gaze even. Tony simply winks and wastes no time setting a pace inside you, smirking pleasantly as your body shifts from his thrusts. He licks his lips at the sight of your breasts bouncing underneath your shirt and impatiently forces the fabric up to your neck to squeeze at one. 

You close your eyes and furrow your brows, focusing your efforts on meeting Tony’s thrusts and tightening your pelvic muscles frequently to help his orgasm along. Judging by his strained moans, the fruits of your past lovers' labor seem to be working. He starts to shudder and you beam with pride.

Jackpot.

That is until he yanks himself out of you completely, struggling to hold himself over your body.

“Mngh, hah- baby,” he laughs in between ragged breaths, “let’s not spoil the fun too early, now…”

Tony then switches to playfully dragging his cock along the splayed seam of your lips, right over your spasming hole, and you wouldn’t have been able to hold in that unholy moan if you tried.

He flips you over without a word, leaving you disoriented with an “oof,” as he re-positions you to make your ass hang lewdly in the air. Tony swats one asscheek and your hands scramble to find purchase before he tries something else, which you seldom find in the firm material. Another mocking sound escapes his throat at your reaction and you turn your head to glare at him.

“Could have given a girl a warning, y’know?”

“Well, sweetcheeks, I can’t very well tackle this raging problem unless I approach it from all possible angles~” His eyes rove over your new position admiringly. “And this view is definitely worth the effort.”

He winks at you, smirking all the while. You refuse to react, deadpanning, before giving up. “Fuck you, Stark.”

He says some other comment you don’t care about- on the lines of having patience- when something wet wiggles across your folds-

Your eyes widen. Was this a better advantage point for him to-

His tongue thrusts itself inside your walls and you lose all sense of thought, wanting to collapse into the couch already. Tony’s firm and swift in his movements, pressing the angle of his chin into your mound harshly and rubbing your sensitive areas consistently. The stiff hairs of his beard rub themselves across your clit as he leans forward and you lose all sense of yourself, screaming into the cushioned void and spasming around his mouth.

Your hips lull into a gentle rocking, you realize, when the sensations have dulled. You can still feel Tony between your legs, but licking you much more softly now. Your satisfied mews fall out of your mouth like a gentle stream, and you let yourself bask in the well-overdue afterglow.

Tony slowly parts from your pussy with a smacking sound, and you feel saliva trailing down your thighs as you whine. You hear him say the word “ready” and you hum questionably, not in the mood for words. He leans forward to kiss up your back and make a path for your ear, reiterating himself.

“You ready for me, honey?”

“Mm, you’re not-?”

“-finished? How kind of you to offer, baby. After all, I haven’t finished fucking you into forgetting him yet.”

Your brain almost fits the pieces together, already turning towards him to voice the question when you feel him line up his cock at your entrance. You don’t even bother doing anything other than bracing yourself as Tony thrusts into you, and you realize too late that you’re still too sensitive.

He’s more insistent as he fucks into you, just as his mouth, but he’s humping into all the right places despite your body singing to the point of pain.

“Ahn! O-oh!” At this point, you literally didn’t care that your face was practically being suffocated by the cushions that Tony Stark- your not-boyfriend- was pushing you into and fondling your breasts. You were about to get an orgasm on a dick you haven’t been treated to in months on top of a great orgasm, and it was quickly feeling like it was going to be one of the best ones you’ve ever had.

“Oh, fuck- yes, oh- Tony- fuck-! me!” You manage to scream out over your lack of breath, feeling his thrusts grow frantic. The determined mumbling he’s spouting over your ear becomes noise as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your ears are fuzzy but you can make out Tony proclaiming your name in ecstasy before he plops down on your back, causing your legs to fully give out.

You pant there, lying in sweat and regret, wanting to move just yet but knowing you have a lot of cleanup to do.

Tony shifts first, stroking your hair as he whispers once more, “So, was that a thorough fucking for you baby?”

Despite yourself, you laugh. Whether it was from the now spiraling guilt slowly ebbing away at your brain or that it was from the sudden feeling of loss in how to handle your new infidelity status, you didn’t know. You chalked it up to exhaustion.

Tony mumbles again, but you’re coherent enough to understand his words and nod, calmly lying there as he gets up. 

You waited until the bare ass of Tony left your line of sight before you shot up like a lightning bolt, gathering your clothes and racing toward the elevator in one fluid motion.

You impatiently return to your room to inspect Tony’s damages in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, trying to ignore the aftersex glow you still had. Your hands trail over your naked body, taking note of the reddened marks with each twist and turn. Yep, that was definitely a hickey.

They halt on your thighs when you feel a searing pain there and your eyes grow wide, mouth hanging open with a hiss.

Oh fuck. You had beard burn. How the hell were you going to explain that to Steve? Covering them up was one thing- but the itching pain you were going to feel?

The cum inside you suddenly shifts downward and you instinctively clench to hold it in, cringing at yourself. Another man’s mess splattered on the carpet of your and your boyfriend’s room is not what you needed right now.

Biting the inside of your lip, you hurry to the connecting bathroom and wash yourself of the sexual encounter the best you can.

[nighttimeebony]

Have you ever rented a ship before? Like, you're introduced to a new ship and you're like, huh, that could be interesting, so you look at fanart and you read a couple fics to get a feel for the dynamic to see if you like it, and you don't necessarily ship it, but you also don't not ship it.