I Cant Get ENOUGH - Blog Posts
A collection of Zoro outfits for your enjoyment.
CORONATION STREET ― 11th November 2024
Have some of my shirtless Stone sketches totally made for « studying my anatomy »purposes 🪨🤓☝️
((NO BUT i really do have 4 days of écorché and muscles insertions on Zbrush next week, wish me luck))
I decided to bring back the panther due to popular demand, but as a tattoo. Idk, it’s just my little headcanon !! Also, i love to think Stone just wear a tie any time for no reason 😭like… it’s just part of his characterdesign
It is very different from what i’ve been producing lately, i feel a bit shy dhsjzjz
Thoughts! I really like silly things, so post movie 3 AU worms...
Robotnik puts up a personal radio tower, which has the side effect of improving reception for the whole town. The townsfolk think it's great and profusely thank him, and Robotnik is just like STOP STEALING MY RADIO WAVES
Stone works an an Uber Eats driver to keep up appearances, but if they need serious money Robotnik just hacks into some random country's treasury and steals some. Stone treats his job money as a personal allowance and buys them treats.
Stone has personal beef with this ONE particular guy over something petty and spends his time making that specific guy miserable
Shadow spends time with kids his own age, playing videogames, sports etc. but always hides his powers.
Shadow has a poor impression of Sonic cos Stobotnik badmouth him all the time (“mom said I’m not allowed to hang around with you” vibes).
Due to ARS Robotnik is frail and tires easy now, so he frequently leans on Stone these days, also lets Stone assist with the physical building of large machines.
You barely make it to the bed before they’re on you—kissing you like they’re starving, hands everywhere like they need you. Everything’s messy. Clothes are half-off, your skin’s hot, and you’re already grinding against them like you’ve lost all control.
“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” they breathe, like they can't believe you're real. “So soft, so good for me.”
Their fingers slide between your legs, and you whimper—no warning, just two thick fingers pressing deep, making everything so loud and wet it’s filthy. Their thumb starts rubbing your clit just right, and your hips are already moving on instinct.
“That's it, just like that,” they groan. “You take it so well—always so good for me. Look at you—dripping, needy, making the prettiest little sounds.”
You’re falling apart fast, clutching at them, moaning their name. And when they finally slide inside you, it’s everything—deep, hard, desperate. Their hands grip your hips tight as they fuck into you like they’ve been waiting forever.
“God, you feel amazing,” they pant. “Tight little pussy—meant for me. You’re so perfect, so fucking perfect.”
You can’t even talk—just moaning, legs trembling, overwhelmed by how full you feel and how good they make you feel. And they just keep going, murmuring praise in your ear while they ruin you, over and over, like you’re something precious they can't get enough of.