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Anyone else out here watch Netflix reality shows? My wife and I are watching season 2 of the queer ultimatum and I am so fucking pumped. I love messy lesbian drama.

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I am so happy to see that we can request now for Steven Universe. I am a sucker for big buff Jasper. My fav lesbian crush. Anything with her would make my heart soar (pretty pls 👉👈)

You like to think that you’re a decent driver.

Sure, you make mistakes here and there, but for the most part you are attentive, cautious, and able to avoid hitting pedestrians.

Until now.

In your defense, this was not a case of you not paying close enough attention and accidentally striking a jaywalker. The road was completely clear as far as the eyes could see; just long stretches of pavement and nothing else as you drive along the backroads on a way home from a friend’s house. Then suddenly there was a flash of something orange and the crunch of metal as your car hits what you hope is just a deer.

Your hands are shaking as you stop the car, activating the hazard lights even as you begin to hyperventilate. You take a few seconds to steady your breath, hands clenching the steering wheel hard enough to drain the color from your knuckles. Eventually, you realize you cannot delay the inevitable forever. With a deep breath and an overwhelming feeling of dread, you step out of the car.

“Please just be a deer,” you beg as the door shuts behind you.

The first thing you notice is the damage to your car. It looks more like you drove into a steel beam than any living thing. The whole front of your car has a nasty dent, your front bumper and hood nearly caved in from the impact. You’ll be lucky if the engine isn’t damaged beyond repair.

Then you see the woman just a couple feet away from you, sitting up on the ground and rubbing at her shoulder and grumbling something you can’t quite hear.”

“Oh my god, are you okay?!” You rush over to her, hovering over her to try and assess for the damage. “We need to get you to a hospital!”

“I’m fine,” she glares up at you, eyes sharp and bright as a harvest moon.

“You were hit by a car!”

“Yeah? And?” She stands up as if to show you just how in-affected she is by your failed attempt at vehicular manslaughter, easily towering over you at her full height. “If anyone needs medical assistance, it’s your vehicle.”

She’s not wrong. Looking at her, she doesn’t have a single scratch on her. No bruises or blood or any evidence she was hit. She’s all muscles and long hair and otherworldly beauty.

You shake that last thought from your head. Now is not the time to be thirsting over a big beautiful woman. Your body is just still high from the adrenaline rush of thinking you killed someone and the relief of realizing you didn’t.

“I… Can I at least give you a ride home? Even if you are okay, you shouldn’t be walking after an accident like that.”

She looks down at you, eyes narrowed like she’s stepped in something unpleasant as she makes her decision. Finally, her annoyed look splits into a toothy sort of smirk that has you audibly swallowing.

“Yeah, okay,” she says with a shrug. “Granted your car can still run,” she finishes with a nasty little chuckle before walking over to your passenger door and letting herself in.

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Men want to fuck and spoil me for my good taste

I know I never talk about ships outside of x reader stuff but I’m thinking about Waspinator having a crush on Windblade ❤️

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I know I never talk about ships outside of x reader stuff but I’m thinking about Waspinator having a crush on Windblade ❤️

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can you pls write beel eating out their s/o w. some overstim 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏

Once upon a time, you used to be nervous about the idea of letting Beel be between your legs. He’s the avatar of gluttony, after all, and as far as you are aware he used to eat humans. Letting him put his mouth on you always seemed like an unnecessary way to tempt fate.

But you’ve been with Beel long enough to know that his love for you is stronger than his love for filling his stomach. You trust him. And when you let him know you’re finally comfortable with the idea of earring you out, he looks at you with big eager puppy dog eyes and asks if he can taste you right now and how are you supposed to say no to a face like that?

That’s how you find yourself naked from the waist down, legs spread eagle while you lie on his Beel’s bed with his face buried between your thighs and his tongue wriggling inside you like an angry serpent.

How did you ever go this long denying yourself this? Beel is a flurry of tongue and lips and teeth. One moment, Beel is slipping his tongue as deep inside of you as he can reach. The next, he’s pulling back to suck and press pursed lips along the length of your sex. Then you feel his teeth lightly grazing your thigh in a bite that bursts the blood vessels but doesn’t break the skin. Rinse and repeat.

You tug at the hairs at the base of his neck as you feel your body squeezing and tightening and clenching like you’re a rubber band about to snap. He groans into your sex, deep and gravelly and drunk off the taste of you, and you cum as you feel the vibrations of his satisfaction shoot up your spine.

He’s still eating you out when the afterglow fades and becomes another quick and painful burst of pleasure as your sex becomes oversensitive. You tug at Beel’s hair again, hoping to coax him up for a kiss, but his mouth remains sealed over your sex as he licks and slurps nips at your body until another short orgasm is pulled from your body.

He’s still eating you out when you feel another maddening jolt of pleasure pain in your body, signaling another orgasm is imminent. He hasn’t even stopped to come up for air. His chin and face are slick with drool and cum, eyes closed as he savors the taste of you. A part of you thinks you might have to use your pact to get him to stop but then his tongue dips and curls inside you in a way that halts all thought from your mind as another draining orgasm is wrenched from you like he’s wringing liquid out of a damp towel. You arch your back and cum and scream something that you think must be his name

For a moment, you feel relief as the stimulation between your legs finally comes to a pause. With heavy eyelids, you manage to make eye contact with Beel just in time to see the way he’s looking at you; amazed, enamored, and so very hungry.

You barely manage to catch your breath before he dives down for seconds.

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Personally I've always adored the idea of TFA Megatron being very manipulative towards reader. I mean yeah it's his whole thing in the show, but I'm thinking about him taking advantage of someone pretty lost and unwell, someone who trusts him and lets themselves be lulled by his smooth voice - knowing damn well he shouldn't be trusted, but falling for the false comfort anyways, cause they're too unwell to let go of one of the few people they feel okay around

Ohhh I really like this. I think it would be especially interesting if it takes place before the Decepticons find Megatron on Earth.

Maybe you’re a staff member or an intern at Sumdac Systems. It wouldn’t be easy to stumble upon him by accident; Issac Sumdac is the only one who has access to the room where Megatron’s head is kept. But maybe Megatron decides he wants you to find him. He overrides the system access and the door opens before you and curiosity gets the better of you. You step inside and find him—a disembodied head nearly as tall as the room itself, all manner or cords hooked up to it. Its eyes glow red and eerie. You feel watched under its gaze.

And then it speaks to you.

Not only that, it speaks more eloquently to you than most people. At first you think it’s an incredibly sophisticated A.I. that Dr. Sumdac has been working on in private but it doesn’t long for you to realize this is much more complex than any of the robots that the professor has designed or engineered. It’s too intelligent. Too charming.

It tells you its name is Megatron. That he—not it, he corrects you—is not a mindless robot but a member of an advanced alien species. He was deactivated for years until Issac Sumdac found him and restored some of his functionality but he is close to helpless in his current state. And that’s where you come in.

He has comrades looking for him; people who will help restore his body so he can finally return home. He just needs someone to help him. He needs you.

You’re not used to people relying on you. Most days, you don’t even know how to help yourself. But here you have someone who is telling you that you are their only hope. Suddenly, your boring little depressing life has meaning. A purpose. You have to help him. If you can’t then no one can.

And so Megatron uses you. For information. For accessing programs and sending messages on his behalf. Sometimes, for companionship, when he finds himself bored. You are obedient and eager to please and, despite everything, Megatron grows fond of you. Originally, he planned on disposing of you once you were no longer useful, but perhaps when all this is over he’ll keep you as a pet to reward you for your blind loyalty to him.

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This one might be my most controversial hear me out but I think it’s because he kind of gives Frieza energy

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Hi how are you remember in the movie DBZ super belly frieza wish was to grown 5 cm could you do dbz frieza with a female reader who finds his height to be adorable

No matter how cute you think it is, you can never say that out loud. NEVER. Frieza might be extremely powerful and influential. He might control several planets and armies and be capable of destroying millions with just the lift of a finger. But he still suffers from some of the same insecurities that plague less powerful men: being a short king.

Personally, you think he’s the perfect size. You like that he’s small enough you could grab him by the hips, press him against the wall and wrap his legs around your waist and kiss him breathless. Granted, he would never allow you to put him through that indignity but it’s still nice to know you could in theory even if doing it in practice could be a potential death sentence.

You do little things to appease Frieza’s ego. You never wear high heels with him, even when your outfit would look better if you did. You’re already a good head taller than Frieza and it puts him in a bad mood if you’re even a centimeter taller.

Sometimes, when the two of you are alone on his quarters and you want to butter him up, you’ll call Frieza your big strong man. He is not immune to being complemented by a beautiful person. He likes to pretend he’s not so easily swayed or manipulated but you can tell from the carefree way his tail sways back and forth that it always puts him in a good mood to hear you praise his strength. It makes him think of other ways that you can make him feel like a big strong man. And, well, the two of you are already alone in his quarters… 😈

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Have you seen Bobby Pinn from Date everything? SOMEONE CALL THE CHURCH, I'M GOING TO SIN!

Absolutely one of my favorite designs by far, they’re so cute and they have mischievous stinker energy.

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hello! could i please ask for kaio sama headcanons? Perhaps for the beginning of a relationship? :3

King Kai is shy at the beginning of a relationship. It’s not his first time with someone by any stretch of the imagination but it is his first time in many, MANY years so he is a bit rusty and self conscious.

He’s a real gentleman about things. Pulling out chairs and opening doors for you, surprising you with flowers and other small gifts, and no PDA beyond holding hands and even that has him blushing and has the antennae on his hat curling to form a heart shape. He falls hard and fast and he is a romantic at his core.

He loves to take you in drives. Sure, his planet is tiny but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy driving with the top down and the wind rushing through your hair as he drives laps across the entire planet while the two of you laugh and sing along to whatever is playing on the radio.

He knows it’s a little early to be thinking about it but he constantly finds himself thinking about a future with you and has a lot of wedding and married life fantasies to involving you. You won’t hear word of any of that though until you’ve been together for at least a year even though the fantasies started within a week of dating you.

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Just a question for you, do you any thoughts on the Date Everything game? It seems like the kind of fun & goofy thing this blog would like

Yeah. I remember seeing a video about it pop up in my suggested video feed when i was browsing youtube. I love silly gimmicky visual novels and dating sims. One of the first dating sims I ever played was Hatoful Boyfriend (the pigeon dating game.) I’m obsessed with the concept and the voice cast is full of some big names like I am still losing my mind over the fact that they got steve blum I’m shaking

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I’m so glad that after years of rarely posting I am getting back into the habit of answering requests again. I like being reminded that I enjoy writing, that I like being able to take other people’s requests and make my own interpretation of it like we’re playing dolls together. We’re having a slumber party at my house and we are playing with barbies and my mom said we could order pizza and stay up late.

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off is a fantastic game with a rich pool of symbolism and analysis to draw from. here's dedan oiled up in a bunny costume

the full picture is a too nsfw for tumblr's guidelines. you can find the uncropped picture here

bluesky (x) pillowfort (x)

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Does Demongo thrust into you and takes over when your knees get tired from riding the absolute fuck out of his dick or does he try to motivate you with dirty talk? I'm a detailed learner btw lol

“I don’t… I can’t…” you huff between heavy breaths, thighs trembling and hips slowing.

You’ve already cum twice and you want nothing more than to flop down and fall asleep but Demongo remains hard beneath you.

“C’mon pet,” he encourages, voice syrupy sweet as the tips of his nails lightly dig into the fat of your hips. He lifts you up before tugging you back down, forcing his dick to hit a spot inside you that has white spots forming along your peripheral vision. “Be good for your master.”

“I want to,” you whine as he makes your hips move in circles with him buried to the hilt. “I just… I don’t… I think I’m at my limit.”

You collapse on top of him, full body weight resting against him as you lay flush against his chest. The heat of his body is sweltering and your hair sticks uncomfortably to your sweat-slick forehead. You yearn for the feel of the cooled pillowcase against your cheek but Demongo has no such plans for you.

You make a high-pitched sound that can only be heard by Demongo and nearby feral dogs as his legs wrap around you, holding your hips in place for him to fuck up into at a pace that has your eyes rolling up into your head.

It’s too much. It feels so good it hurts, like pain and pleasure are on in the same. You have neither the strength to pull away nor to push back into his thrusts but you can at least find some relief by digging your flat teeth into his collarbone until his blood is in your mouth.

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Idw/mtmte Perceptor eating out his human s/o in his mass displaced form just because he wanted to see how they'd feel compared to a bot plus seeing s/o overstimmed is a plus. I just need more hot scientist nerd

“Subject is visibly aroused. Blood flow has redirected towards the genitals, creating lubrication and causing parts of the body to become erect.”

The clinical way that Perceptor dictates into his recorder is a great contrast to the way it makes you feel. Your thighs quiver where they’re spread open in the stirrups, chest heaving with every needy breath as you suck in oxygen as if it could do anything to relieve the feeling of emptiness aching between your thighs.

“Perceptor,” you whine, but he places a finger to his lips, shushing you.

“Subject continues to become aroused despite lack of physical contact.” He steps closer, staring down between your legs close enough you can feel the heat his frame is generating. “Tempted to wait it out and see how aroused they can get without any contact, but that would interfere with the current experiment. Perhaps another time.”

You moan as his fingers slide between your legs, thumb and index gathering the slick of your arousal before spreading you open for him to get a close-up view.

“Subject reacts favorably to stimulation,” he continues on in that same dry, clinical tone even as his fingers grow so slick from your arousal that you can hear it as he slides them up and down your sex. “Heart rate is rising to 120 bpm. Breath rate also increasing.“

You want to beg and whine and scream for more but Perceptor has already reprimanded you once and you know from experience he can be mean when you disobey. All you can do is take what he’s willing to give you and hope that your good behavior earns you his mercy.

“Subject is sufficiently lubricated. Will begin testing reaction to penetration. One digit to start.”

You moan as a single finger slowly slides inside you, living metal warm as it slides along your inner walls. The motion is slow—hardly enough to get any relief—but you still throw your head back and moan to finally have something inside you.

“Subject reacting favorably to penetration. Increasing to two digits.”

The second finger stretches you in a satisfying ache that has your fingers curling and gripping at nothing. You wish you could wrap your hands around his wrist, guide him faster and harder the way you need him.

“Subject’s arousal increasing with added stimulation. Heart rate rising to 130 bpm.” Perhaps Perceptor is feeling generous. Or maybe he’s simply becoming impatient himself. Either way, words fail to describe the excitement that bubble up inside you when he speaks again. “Now adding glossa to see subject’s reaction.”

Surprisingly, he does not tease you. His glossa licks down the length of your sex with one firm swipe before sliding all the way inside you and now you know for sure he’s been just as impatient as you.

Perceptor glossa pumps in and out of you as if he was fucking you with his spike. Your legs are pulled from the stirrups to hang over his shoulder plates as he dives as deep inside as you can take. You squeeze your thighs around his helm and he grips the meat of your flesh, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs hard enough to discolor the skin.

He’s given up on dictating his findings. The only sounds being recorded are the wet slurps of his glossa fucking into you and the increasing volume of your moans and screams as you grind into his face.

You’re so close. You keep wriggling your hips, chasing after your pleasure, but eventually Perceptor’s hands steady your movements and holds you still. Your disappointment does not last; he buries his glossa as deep as it can go and keeps it there, tongue swirling and bridge of his nose grinding against your sex in circles until the breath leaves your lungs and your soul leaves your body as you cum hard against his face.

You watch with half-lidded eyes as he licks the wetness of your cum off his lips.

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Thank you for the Bowser raw dogging 🙏 100/10 would bang again

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How are your requests not closed yet that is CRAZY

can you indulge me in some jumin han struggling because MC is wearing cat ears? maybe a little guilty wank thrown in? bonus points for it being 707's fault lmao

Jumin Han speed walks to the restroom faster than he ever has, locking the door behind him with a click. He turns to the sink, waiting for the water to get its coldest before splashing it over his face. But the water does nothing to wash the dirty thoughts from his mind.

Jumin has no idea why or how 707 talked you into it, but somehow you had been convinced to put on a maid costume, along with matching cat ears and tail. And a bell collar, Jumin’s thoughts unhelpfully remind him as the memory of it has him straining against his trousers.

It’s not fair. You’re already very cute, but the ears and tail—and collar, he thinks with an audible gulp—make you look irresistible. He only caught a glance of you for a few short seconds but the mental image has imprinted in his brain and he sees you everytime he closes his eyes.

It’s embarrassing, he thinks as he eases down the zipper of his slacks. This sort of reaction might be expected of perverts like Zen or 707, but him? Jumin should have better control over himself. But instead he palms his erection through his boxers because all he can think about is having control over you.

What a wonderful treat it would be to have you to greet him when he comes home, maid skirt pulled up over your tail and panties pulled aside in your neediness. Or better yet, he could take you with him to the office. He imagines you kneeled under his desk, tongue darting out from your lips to give him little kitten licks against the head of his cock, lapping at his pre-cum like a saucer of milk. He’d stare down at his lap and watch as your fingers disappear under your skirt as you take him all the way down your throat, the bell of your collar jingling as you bob your head up and down.

Jumin grits his teeth as he cums in his boxers, a dark damp stain forming as he catches his breath. He frowns, but quickly zips up his pants and washes his hands, no choice but to sit in his own mess until he can go home.