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Thanks again for everyone’s kind words. Sorry if this message scared anyone; I realize now it came across much more dramatic than I intended. My dog Pugsy was having a very rough week health-wise but he is doing much better now❤️

King of resting and recovering❤️

Hey all, sorry for not answering requests the last several days and for overall radio silence. Have had some scary irl things going on that I would rather not get into on here, but I think the worst of it is over and that things will be okay. I’m going to continue to make this irl issue my priority but once things are back to normal I will return to answering requests.

Thank you all for your understanding, patience, and kindness. ❤️

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Sometimes homophobia is funny

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Hey all, sorry for not answering requests the last several days and for overall radio silence. Have had some scary irl things going on that I would rather not get into on here, but I think the worst of it is over and that things will be okay. I’m going to continue to make this irl issue my priority but once things are back to normal I will return to answering requests.

Thank you all for your understanding, patience, and kindness. ❤️

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I’m literally in the middle of the ocean so I doubt I’ll see this when or if you ever answer it. But breeding kink with Aku from Samurai Jack. I’ve been rewatching it recently and maybe it’s because I’m on a boat- but I’m so down bad for him it’s unbearable.

Aku doesn’t need to breed; not like humans do. He is evil incarnate, eternal and ever-lasting. Humans, on the other hand, are mortal and short-lived. They breed because they die and need to be replaced.

Aku isn’t even sure he could breed the way that mortals do. What human could possibly be strong enough to bear the spawn of Aku? Surely, none. Though the idea intrigues him and Aku has an eternity to test it out.

There are not many humans that Aku would deem worthy of providing him an heir, but you are among one of the few. You’re competent, loyal, and—most important—strong.

Whereas other mortals might break, you endure hours upon hours of ruthless fucking. Hours of thrusting and sweating and moaning and taking until you can barely support your own weight with your knees. And when you collapse from exhaustion and overstimulation, the shape-shifting demon moves like water around your body, envelops you in it’a dark depths, and fucks you more. You cannot speak. You can barely breathe. All you can do is endure what your master knows you can handle.

When he’s done it is only because he is aware of the limits of the human body. He’d continue if you didn’t need the time to rest. As it is, you can’t even stand in the state you’re in, so you rest in Aku’s chamber until your strength is regained and the cycle can repeat itself.

So far, no attempts have resulted in pregnancy. Perhaps they never will. But like most of Aku’s experiments that he tries upon a whim, he’s more interested in the process itself than he is the results.

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Reader fucks Minimus Ambus inside the Ultra Magnus body :)

“Magnus…” you beckon in a come hither drawl, hanging in the doorway of Ultra Magnus’ office and looking as seductive as possible in your standard issue sleep clothes. “Come to bed. I miss you.”

“As soon as I finish this report,” he responds automatically, not even looking up from his data pad.

You huff, your half-lidded gaze shifting to a frustrated scowl. The request itself is not unreasonable, but you know from experience that one report becomes many more and if you leave him be, he’ll still be in his office poring over data pads by the time you wake up to start your shift.

But not tonight. Not this time. Not when you went to the trouble of using less than legal means to acquire a contraband pair of sexy underwear.

Ultra Magnus doesn’t notice you shimmying your way up the leg of his desk until you have placed yourself between him and the data pad. He raises a brow plate in question, but you provide him no answer. Instead, you press a sequence of hidden buttons on his armor until his chest plate opens up, revealing a very shocked Minimus Ambus staring back at you.

He looks like he wants to say something but is too stunned to do so. At least until you start squeezing yourself into the armor beside him.

“What are you—”

He’s cut off when you accidentally smack his face with your elbow as you contort yourself to fit beside him, body flush to him before you press another series of buttons from within the armor to have it close up after you.

“…This is not how the Magnus armor is meant to be worn.”

“I miss you,” you repeat your words from earlier. Now, staring directly into the warm red optics of Minimus Ambus, they seem to have more effect.

His expression softens, the red glow of his optics painting his features in a warm light that stands out among the colder blue glow of the armor’s interior. “I’m sorry,” he says, carefully reaching for your chin. His thumb rubs gentle circles against your cheek. “I’m here.”

You kiss him. It’s nice kissing him like this; when his lips slit so easy against your own. You can’t even be bothered when your nose bumps against his facial plating. You just press your lips to his with the hunger that comes from not knowing the next time you’ll have the chance to kiss him like this.

Minimus kisses you back just as hungry. His arms wrap around your cheek the best they can within the confines of the armor. His hand moves down your hip, sliding under your sleep clothes, fingertips brushing against the lace of the sexy contraband underwear you went to such lengths to get. You think it’s a shame he won’t be able to see them like this but then his fingers move beneath the underwear and you give them no further thought.

Pressed tight as he is, you can’t even be feel his spike already pressurized against your front. You move his hand away from your sex just long enough to reposition yourself so he’s lined up with your entrance. You kiss him again, moaning when you feel his glossa breach your lips, and shift your hips so that he’s pressing inside you.

This is nice too, you think. Being able to have him fill you up so easily, without hours of prep stretching you out. And even though the two of you have little space to move, he still manages to rock his hips against yours in a way that has you biting his lip as stars begun to dance in the edge of your vision.

You have to pull away from the kiss when you cum, gasping for air as your body seizes up and you squeeze his spike like a vice. You’re still in the midst of the afterglow as a few quick extra threats has Minimus bury his face into your collarbone as he overloads.

You cling to him during his comedown, happy to be here with him despite the sweltering heat that has your hair wet with sweat and sticking to your skin. Minimus clings back, though you notice a look of mild annoyance his his optics that you know is not directed at you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

Dourly, he vaguely gestures to the wet mess of transfluid and cum making a mess between your thighs and against the armor’s interior. “This is going to be a pain in the aft to clean.”

“Oh.” You blink. “Since we already made the mess, how would you feel about a round two?”

Minimus tilts his head in thought before leaning in for another deep kiss.

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trembling gripping the table for dear life. i cannot stress enough how badly i need to be manhandled by yes man. its embarrassing. i wouldn't weigh anything to him hes like two feet taller than i am. his arms have guns in them and i Need his massive claws in me. i want his assertiveness upgrade so bad it makes me look stupid. how am i going to co-rule new vegas with him if every time i look at his dumb face i get weak in the knees

When Yes Man first rolled up to you after the end of the Battle of the Hoover Dam, you were concerned when he mentioned getting an assertiveness upgrade. All the work that Yes Man did to help you come out on top as the new free leader of the strip was a result of his programming. He was compelled to help you, just as he was compelled to help Benny, and just as he would be compelled to help any schmuck that asked him. This aggressive upgrade would change that.

While you’d come to care for Yes Man as greatly as you did the rest of your companions, you had no way of knowing of those feelings are reciprocated or if they even can be. As far as you knew, as soon as that update takes effect, Yes Man might take you out and usurp you as head honcho of the New Vegas. You had to prepare yourself for the worst.

Now, pinned naked between a securitron with Yes Man’s face and the giant computer console within the Lucky 38’s control room, you’re so fucking glad that Yes Man found got assertiveness update.

You cling to the securitron’s frame as a coiled arm vibrates in-between your legs, heat and pressure making you dizzy. Your back arches against the console and the new angle of your neck has you staring up at Yes Man’s face flickering in and out on the giant computer screen. He notices your stare and offers a cheeky wink before his securitron body amps up the vibrations and has you clenching your thighs and keening as you cum.

All the while you’re surrounded by compliments and praises echoing from two separate sets of speakers. Just an endless stream of how good you look, of how he’s wanted to do this with you since you got him set up here in the Lucky 38, of how he’s so glad he can finally properly show you what you really mean to him. And this time, because of the upgrade, you know it’s sincere.

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Hi! So this thought just came to me, canonically trolls have a lower body temp than humans, and people headcanon that the higher up on the hemospectrum, the colder the body

Plus temp kinks are my bread and butter

So can I request a Dualscar with a human s/o?

Nsfw preferred but not needed -w-

When Dualscar joins you in bed, he’s quick to spoon into you, chasing after the heat your body is emanating. He wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you close so his chest is flush to your back and he curls over and crooks his neck to rest his head in the gentle curve between your shoulder and the crook of your neck.

You jolt when his hands slip under your clothes, fingertips like ice cubes against your bare skin.

“You’re freezing,” you grunt, shifting uncomfortably but not attempting to escape the contact.

“Then warm me up,” he breathes against your neck. Even his lips are cold as they kiss and nip at your neck. Dualscar’s hips grind into your ass, tentabulge squirming and so wet you can feel its dampness through your sleep shorts.

His bulge is the warmest part of him by far and you welcome it when the rest of him is leeching your body heat. You adjust your position and slide your clothes out of the way and nearly bite the inside of your cheek when his bulge immediately slips between your thighs.

Dualscar curses under his breath as he slowly slides inside of you, heat surrounding him completely. He whispers in your ear about how he’d stay like this forever if he could. How he wishes he could always feel you against him, around him, beside him. He grunts and grinds and grits his teeth, whispering confession after filthy confession, skin warming up with every grind of his hips until you’re sweating against him.

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It will probably be a while before I get to it because this is the type of thing I want to put my whole pussy in, but thank you so much to the anon who made the gorilla grodd and tala hr request because this is exactly what I love the best. My wife and I are discussing the scenarios as I type.

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Kicking down your door, begging on my hands and knees, please, let me slob on Rhinox's dong. Let me ride him like the Kentucky Derby. I am having a horrible time finding anything for him and if I have to continuously break into your house for crumbs then I shall (hope you're well and thank you in advance lol)

To anyone passing by, Rhinox appears hard at work typing away at the computer. But anything more than a passing glance would reveal that he’s typing nothing but gibberish while you bob your head up and down in his lap.

Rhinox’s thick body obscures you from view, his thighs perfectly boxing you in so he and he alone can see your eyes glazing over as you bob and occasionally gag on his spike. It’s much too big to fit all the way in your mouth and your jaw aches from how wide you have to open your mouth to fit the girth of him but that does nothing to deter your hand from reaching between your legs to rub yourself through your clothes.

Rhinox gazes down at you, mouth open and hands going still on the keyboard. He can’t even pretend to type anymore; not when you’re under him and he can feel you moaning on his spike and smell your arousal growing as your fingers slip under your clothes. It’s taking every ounce of will to stop himself from pulling your mouth off his spike so he can prop you up against the monitor and hear what your moans sound like when your mouth isn’t the part of you that’s full.

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Do you still write for Dragon Ball? Because I wanted to request Beerus, Champa, Vados, and Whis pining for a reader that's very shy reader that loves baking/cooking and are incredibly good at it.

Beerus falls in love with you the second he takes his first bite of one of your home-cooked meals. The fact that you’re so cute and act so shy whenever he invites you to come live with him and be his own personal cook is just a bonus. Though, he wonders how cute your reaction would be if you ever realized that his invitation to be his live-in chef is intended as a marriage proposal. For now, he’ll keep that bit to himself, if only because he doesn’t want to overload your poor mortal senses. Though he still likes to tease and flirt with you occasionally.

Champa is less subtle than his brother. The first time he tries one of your desserts, he gets down on his knee and demands your hand in marriage. If you had flat out rejected him, he might have thrown a tantrum like a child. Instead, you’re so embarrassed and surprised you end up stumbling and banging your head into the edge of the counter and all thoughts of marriage proposals are forgotten in favor of stopping the bleeding and making sure you don’t have a concussion. For now.

Whis loves to keep you company while you’re baking. You make the most adorable little faces when you’re focused on your task and it really is such a delight to see you working. It’s clear you have a lot of passion for baking, which is great, because Whis has a passion for eating the desserts that you bake. Sometimes you even let him lick the batter from the spoon. Though, sometimes he’s tempted to swipe some of that batter across your lips and lick that instead.

Vados thinks it’s unfair how cute you look in your apron when you’re cooking. It makes her want to take you in her arms and dip you down for a kiss, though she knows that would be inappropriate given your current relationship. Sometimes you’ll catch her staring and Vados can’t help but be charmed by how your eyes widen and your cheeks heat up before you turn away to focus back on your task.

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Regency Era AU, Ultra Magnus is a HORSE, no i dont take any criticism on this

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Is X-Men Evolution allowed? It's kinda old by now but it came out when I was a kid and I still very much love Todd Tolansky from it 😅

He's just a silly goofy guy! 💖

Honestly you are so fucking valid.

I really like the idea of being a typical popular high schooler but for whatever reason you are just completely infatuated with this silly little gross dude. Like Jessica and Roger Rabbit if Roger was stinky.

If you’re the queen bee at school, Todd is your silly little jester who hops around and dances and tells jokes to amuse you. Except also you publicly make out with him in the halls. Every day, you can been seen lifting Todd up and pushing him against a locker as the two of you messily swap spit and every day, every student at Bayville High School hopes and prays that locker will not be their own.

Normally, hanging out with a guy like Todd would be social suicide, but you’re just so confident in who you are and your feelings that everyone else kind of just has to accept it.

All the cool kids are going to hang out in the woods and get drunk around the bonfire? Well, you’re not going without Todd. Isn’t it so sweet of him to eat all the mosquitos that come near you? He’s such a thoughtful boyfriend! Why would you be embarrassed by him? It’s not like he brought a guitar to the party like some kind of try-hard loser.

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May I request touch starved Frenzy and Rumble cuddling with their human s/o

You wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and with a horrible weight all over your body.

At first, you think you might be experiencing sleep paralysis. But a couple blinks of your bleary eyes as they adjust to darkness and a snore that sounds like a car engine has your sleep-slogged brain slowly putting the pieces together.

“Rumble, move.”

You shove at the incredibly heavy metal arm that has found its way spread across your chest with little luck. Only after slamming your first into Rumble’s helm does he stir and shift his position enough so that you don’t feel like a baby elephant is sleeping on your chest. He’s still got a leg lazily draped over your own and, between the heat radiating off him and your bedsheets trapping the heat, you feel like you’re slowly being baked alive.

Hard to believe this is the same mech who used to say you had cooties and would not so subtlety wipe his hands on something after every time he accidentally made contact with your skin. Now he’s clinging onto you like a baby opossum.

You try to wiggle out from under his leg, slowly pushing yourself further away with every centimeter of flesh that is freed, only to bump into Frenzy’s back. His snore interrupts with a burst of static and, for a moment, you think you might have woken him from his recharge mode until he rolls over, throws an arm around you and cages you between him and Rumble in a hold so tight it nearly knocks the breath out of your lungs.

You try to break free but their arms might as well be the bars of a cage. You aren’t going anywhere.

“Guys, scoot over. I can barely breathe.”

Frenzy and Rumble continue to snore loudly.

“Wait a minute… You don’t have lungs. Is snoring even a thing for robots?”

You swear you see one of Frenzy’s optics blink online to look at you before immediately deactivating as another especially loud snore bursts from his vocalizer.

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gonna use the opportunity while requests are open and ask for pet play with beast wars megatron and human s/o

“I’m not wearing that.”

Megatron bares his teeth in a smile that looks downright threatening. “I’m not asking.”

You make a half-assed effort to slap Megatron’s hands away but once the T-Rex head gets a hold of the back of your shirt you just hang limply by its teeth as Megatron attaches the gaudy thing your neck.

It’s a collar: something shiny and metallic and purple to match Megatron’s shade. A tag in the shape of the Predacon insignia dangles from it, the words Property of Megatron printed on the back of it along with the frequency to his comm-link. There is a second tag in the shape of a rubber ducky indicating that your shots are up to date.

You flick the tags and they jingle against each other like a shitty hell. “This is humiliating.”

“And the only thing that will keep you safe when I’m not around since you insist on roaming the ship by yourself.” Megatron uses his good hand to pat the top of your head condescendingly. “Next time you run into Tarantulas, you’ll be happy to have the reminder that there would be consequences if anything happened to you. Trust me.”

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okay, i've had this idea for awhile, and i wanted your thoughts - fandom multiverse villain's speed dating. you've been at three different tables with men saying they have evil plans to rule the world and at this point it's not even a unique personality trait anymore. you can't even leave the venue since someone glued the doors shut to be a dick.

You’re sitting across the table from Darth Vader who’s currently telling you that he’s a single father of two as if he didn’t have an entire planet blown up under his orders.

Two hours ago, this would have had you shitting literal bricks. But you’ve grown a lot since the last one hundred and twenty minutes. Seen some things that have aged you two decades.

You’ve endured the Cobra Commander ranting about QAnon conspiracy theories. You had to endure Magneto’s fat tits. You watched Nosferatu chow down on a member of the waiting staff. You had to pretend to look interested as Lex Luthor mansplained bitcoin to you. You had to command Swiper to not swipe your breadsticks and repeat yourself twice and you’ve been on dates with at least seven different iterations of the biblical devil and more than half of them were homophobic stereotypes. At least ten dudes here sound exactly like Tim Curry.

You spy Mr. Burns from across the room. Yes, that Mr. Burns. You think you see that bald wizard from the smurfs? You definitely see Megatron. Oh, shit, is that the cunty little rat from the great mouse detective???? IS THAT IVAN OOZE?!?!?!?!

Darth Vader never even notices your attention drifting before the bell rings, signaling him to leave and the next bachelor to take his seat across from you and who scampers up onto that seat like a little beastie but motherfucking Gollum.

You wore your sexy underwear in vain; you’re not fucking any of these freaks tonight.

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now i wanna see how [whatever transformers you want] cope with working a shitty minimum wage job

Most people might think that working in the Wendy’s drive thru would be a downgrade from any other job jobs, but that’s only because most people’s job have probably never involved them getting shot at and blown to smithereens. Waspinator, however, is happy to have any job that doesn’t involve his head being separated from the rest of his body.

“Welcome to Wendy’zzzzzzz,” Waspinator’s voice screeches from the intercom along with a headache-inducing amount of static and interference. “Would the customer-bot like to order a combo?”

Waspinator cannot hear the garbled response from the customer but he won’t let that ruin his day.“Wazzzpinator will just put you down for a chocolate frozzzzzty.”

“Hey Wasp,” you pop your head around the corner. manager pin gleaming on your uniform polo with authority.

“What is it bozzz-bot?”

“There’s been a crime scene in the men’s bathroom that I need you to clean up.” You hand him a mop and bucket. “I’ll cover the drive thru while you take care of that.”

Mop in hand, Waspinator salutes before marching his way to the restroom. He’s never had to clean an organic bathroom before but he’s not too worried. After all, humans don’t have energon or motor oils so how much of a mess could they possibly make?

Waspinator whistles to himself as he makes his way to the bathroom, using his hip to push the door open. The door closes behind him and the whistling stops abruptly mid-note.

“WHY DOEZZZZ UNIVERZZZZE HATE WAZZZZPINATOR?!?!?!” comes a slightly muffled wail behind the door.

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This is exactly what I was hoping for, thank you

Okay but which Disney villain would you fuck if you had to pick one? For me it’s a tie between Ursula and Jafar for obvious reasons.