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I KNOW HOW GOJO’S PENÍS LOOKS LIKE NOW THANKS TO THAT FIGURE SMUT PEDDLER

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It’s that time of year again….

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Scorpio. If I'm not in a relationship, I don't.

mutuals what’s ur sign and how often do u cry im doing research.. for example im a capricorn and i probably cry 3 times a year

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Molly Ostertag's comic about her spouse transitioning is so 🥺💕💕💕

The full comic can be read here.

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alpha camilo or carlos x reader? nsfw ty

Hell yeah, let's begin our adventure with omegaverse! Oh, and I write only for Camilo, btw! (I literally didn't know who Carlos is X"D)

SFW:

He is so protective! And good for you!

Let's start with protective part! Or I would rather say... Possesive.

All in the town know, that you are his. All it takes is another person look at you and he is already beside you.

I said about anybody, but what, if he finds out that this is another alpha..? Camilo would have a... Nice talk with this person. Yeah, "nice talk".

I think part about possessiveness we have behind us!

But... What if he becomes really jealous? He takes you immadietly from place where you've been and take you to his room. What happen next?

If he has a good day, he will cuddle you for at least for 30 minutes and place his scent all over your body. Everybody needs to know that you're his!

Oh, I almost forgot! His scent is really beautiful! It smells like air after rain mixed a bit with smell of lemon. After all - not very sweet, but pretty!

But, back to jealousy! What if he has a bad day? Well... Camilo will literally lock you in very rough hug. And not let you go. For 3 hours.

Okaaay, jealousy done too! So, bunch of random headcanons until we come to the nsfw part!

He loves to bite you as a joke. Like, it doesn't hurt or anything, but still leaves a mark!

Camilo really loves your scent! No matter how you smell, he will adore it anyway!

He really wants to see you pregnat, but is a bit scared about having kids.

After all, you end up with four adorable kids, three alphas and one one omega!

Oh, and don't worry, Camilo is a wonderful dad!

Nsfw part under the cut!

Nsfw:

Let's start with his ruts. They aren't that long, they last max 2 days, but... Well, they are intensive.

Like, he's not only desperate for you, but also has a lots more of stamina. Not like he hasn't it a lot for every day.

So after all, he can pounds into you for a whole freaking day!

But when he is back to his mind Camilo is so cute! Like, aftercare with him is just so *^*

He will ask you if everything is alright, clean you up, give you some water and anything you need!

But, back to the right thiiing!

If we are talking about his kinks... Definitly dacryphilia, edging (giving), overstimulation (giving) and I also think Camilo has some thing for breast sex or wahtever its called

His favourite place to have sex is his room, but he won't say no to semi-public sex

Aaand I again almost forgot! What if it's you the one that have heat?

Camilo will help you as much as he can! He will give him to you in any second

You can really use him as you want, if you're not hurting yourself

And, I think the last thing is knotting! Before you two got married and planned to have kids, he always tried to take out before knot!

But, let's be honest... One time it didn't go as well as he wants. And just before your wedding, he got you pregnat-

So yeah, your first kid really come fast.

After all, he is just good towards you! He is, was and always will be!

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mood.

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oh no it me 🕴🏼 im gonna make mine boringly short and sweet but hopefully sexy for everyone. feel free to pass if there’s smth more interesting!

DIRTY TALK: HOW filthy will they go? during sex or mid-battle or whispered nasties while stuck in the van w the whole crew. you can include all the boys if you want in HC format, but im mostly curious abt Nero if you would prefer to just do one imagine!! that boy has a mouth on him and i kinda live for it. lots of love and as always a big thank u for sharing your gift with us Leon; i said it before in an anon back on the old blog but yeah, rly hit the 🔫 jackpot 🔫 finding you ! <3

Jez, seriously, you’re fantastic. A gift. I need you to know that you’re the blessing here. Here’s Nero for you in HC format so I could roll in a few different moments. <3 Thanks for being here with me on this writing journey. I hope I can satisfy~ *wonk*

Nero: Dirty Talk

Ft. GN! Reader 

      > NSFW below the cut

You should have expected this.

The first time it happens, which is not your first time together, those filthy words spill out of Nero’s lips faster than he can catch them. He’s in a daze with your mouth wrapped around his dick. His teeth are bared, his eyes hooded and heavy as he slides a hand through your hair with affectionate aggression like a pretty little threat.

“Fuck, you look so good with my dick in your mouth.”

It’s as if the dam cracks and through it spills sultry filth that sends white-hot circuit heat through your veins. And when it affects you so visibly, with your eyes closed and shiver in your skin, he decides to test his limits.

You’re in his van with Nico at the helm. He’s watching you with idle interest and you smile when you catch his gaze. His lips curl into that troublesome crooked grin. You brace yourself, yet you don’t expect him to cover the distance and collapse into the bench beside you, all heavy limbs and bravado.

His gaze flicks to Nico then back to you as he cups your cheek. He’s leaning in toward your ear. Close. Pressed against the shell, the heat of his breath makes your stomach flutter and cheeks warm with cotton.

“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he’s purring, lips brushing your skin. He nuzzles his nose in a soft swipe against your hairline. You can only bite your lip. “I need to feel you.”

Your eyes drag to the back of Nico’s head to check, yet he’s leading your face back toward his with a touch to your chin. “Just wait until I get you alone.”

He’s more brazen as time progresses. You’re in the shop. Dante is talking to the group and you’re listening, you are, but Nero has his arms around you and your back is to his chest. He’s swaying in minor shifts to an unheard beat and no one cares that you’re close, that he’s holding you, and no one hears him when he steals a quick kiss to your cheek and murmurs, “I want you.”

He doesn’t seem to mind when you unravel his hold and send him a smirk that rivals his own despite his family now glancing in your direction. He doesn’t seem to mind when you make up an excuse to leave and feign apology with a sad little frown, regardless of the way it may look.

He doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all because he gets you pushed into the bricks in the alleyway just around the corner to nip at your neck.

You both giggle like teenagers.

“Alright, that was sexy.” He hums against you. “How did I get so lucky, anyway? You’re perfect.”

His fingers are curled into the flesh around your waist and you are his desire painted in kissed promise. With your arms around his shoulders, eyes closed as he showers you in the attention crave, you wonder the very same.

“I think we should get outta here fast,” he’s saying and you peek. His knife-tip smile punctuates his salacious wink. “Because I can’t wait to hear you scream.”

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Private Dance

One of my contributions to the @revsandroseszine so glad I got to be a part of this you guys are awesome!!!

Wordcount: 2610

Warnings: nsfw

The air inside the club was heavy, warm with crowded bodies and the aroma of various alcohols permeated through open mouths and unlidded drinks. You slinked through the gyrating bodies towards the bar, craving a fruity drink to calm your nerves. It wasn’t your first time but a nice dose of expensive fruit juice and vodka numbed your brain to the ravenous spectators, thundering music, and dizzying lights.

You sat yourself in one of the tall chairs, cheerfully greeting the bartender and asking for your drink. You reached for a bill to pay for your beverage before you spun in your chair to people watch.

You clocked the dancers as they strutted by in impossibly tall heels, fanny-packs overflowing with crumpled dollar bills as they expertly seduced more money out of their customers. Men, women, and all those in-between frequented this club, there was a dancer to suit anyone’s taste.

The place was high-end as hell, expensive food and drinks, and even more expensive dancers. It was difficult to even get in, long lines of eager people hoping to just step foot inside. You were special and were able to bypass the line rather easily.

Cutting through the pounding bass, the DJ teased the next dancer about to take the main stage. You downed the rest of your drink and sat the empty glass upside down on the bar, enjoying the light buzz.

You shimmied through the sweaty bodies until you were in front of the main stage. A silver pole reached up from the floor into the rafters and out of sight. At the back of the stage was an opaque wall with undulating colored lights that moved with a set beat. The crowd murmured and crumpled bills crinkled in impatient hands, but all the noise dimmed just the slightest bit as the DJ’s mic crackled through the speakers, introducing the next set.

The audience erupted in cheers as the lights changed to a deep blue and the music came to a halt. A silhouette appeared on the wall at the back of the stage. A slender physique with hips jutted to the side, accentuating long legs and arms extended to rest on either side of the wall. A relaxed yet still alluring pose.

The crowd erupted again with eager whistles and cheers as the silhouette disappeared from the wall. Your eyes moved back to the pole, up towards where it vanished out of sight, and you watched as a body slide down like a fireman towards the stage, now alight with color. Black vinyl boots with at least eight inches of heel caught the flashing club lights as Nero descended, planting both heeled feet on the ground and body rolling off the pole.

His outfit left little to the imagination, his legs were mostly covered, though it was still with skintight black vinyl that attached to a belt at his waist. Nothing adorned his chest, silky smooth peach skin out on display for all to see.

You watched with bated breath as he sank to his knees, still gripping the pole and grinding his groin into it. The music started up again and he leaned backwards, back arching in an exotic manner as his shoulder blades touched the stage tiles now cast with colored light to the rhythm. He let go of the pole, allowing his arms to gracefully fall back over his head enjoying the shower of dollar bills the patrons rained on him.

This went on for a few moments before Nero found his purchase on the pole again, hoisting himself up to a standing position. With an iron grip on the pole he flung himself around it, kicking his heeled feet in the air, giving the spectators a quick peek at his covered but still clearly endowed nether region. He wrapped his legs around the pole, letting it carry him in circles as he arched his back and seemingly defied gravity.

After a few more impressive spins on the pole, he slid back down to the floor. Back against the pole and bracing himself of his hands he held his legs in the air. He brought his heels together in a loud CLACK, earning more cheers from the audience as they got an eyeful of his crotch.

With a devilish grin, and in the most elegant movement you had ever seen, Nero windmilled his legs and perched himself on spread knees. He looked over his shoulder towards the spectators as he started shaking his ass to the beat of the music. Another shower of bills rained down upon him. Practiced hands grabbed more bills, shoving them into his boots and in the waistband of his thong, still winking and smiling at those gawking at his perfect form.

The proactive display was successful at turning you on, just like every other viewer surrounding you, but there was a special connection behind those eyes as they stared deep into yours from the stage.

He then hoisted himself up the pole almost as high as when he started, biceps flexing as they supported his weight. He hung there for a little while, enticing the audience. The beat dropped one last time and he quickly descended, legs spreading into a full split as he dropped to the floor. The crowd roared with cheers and he wore a proud grin as he ate up their applause and money.

The DJ came back over the speakers, thanking him for his performance, and the crowd slowly dispersed, except for you. He hopped down to the floor, impeccably balanced on those ludicrous heels. You stood still, admiring how he strutted effortlessly across the floor. Soon he was in front of you and you craned your neck slightly to look him in the eye.

“So,” he purred over the still thumping music, “How did you like the show?”

“It was certainly something,” you replied, a warm blush blooming under your cheeks.

He stepped closer to you, no matter how many times you came here, it still flustered you when he was this close. Your eyes darted around the room a moment but returned to his when he took your chin in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“How about I show you something a little more… private?”

“I’d like that,” you answered.

He gave a cheeky hum and took your hand, guiding you through the dancing and grinding bodies. He expertly maneuvered through the intoxicated patrons; his hand still tightly gripped around yours. Occasionally he would glance over his shoulder at you, shooting you an encouraging smile. Everyone else in the club just disappeared as he led you to a set of doors at the far back corner of the club.

A tall and intimidating man stood in front of two doors, tatted arms crossed and his brow knitted together in a scowl to scare off any potential scoundrels unwilling to pay their fair share in. Nero only gave him a friendly smile and a respectful pat on his thick shoulder as the man nodded and stepped to the side, allowing you to enter.

The light immediately changed as the door swung open and then closed, now finding yourself in a hallway. Dusty rose light cascaded across the walls and floor, much more pleasant than the flashing strobes. The music from outside was now nothing but a low thrumming bass. It was surreal.

Nero led you down the hall, passing by doors both closed and open. Faint moans penetrated the almost soundproof walls of each room as you passed, causing more blood to rush to your cheeks.

Like a gentleman he held the door open for you, allowing you to step in before him and look around.

The room was small, in a way cozy. In the center of the room was a small circular platform, with a tall silver pole reaching to the ceiling just like the ones on the main stage. Off to the side, in full view of the pole was a small enclave containing a long tufted velvet sofa that stretched from one wall to the other.

The entire space was bathed in a reddish-pink light, it was warm and inviting but that subliminal feeling of passion and desire was inescapable. Not helped by the nondescript but still erotic soundtrack that played through hidden speakers throughout the room.

“Normally, I bring people back here just for more private dances but… tonight I want to play a little more… dirty. What do you say?” He asked.

You bit your bottom lip as your eyes raked over his lean muscular body, pausing not so discreetly at the bulge in those tight, tight bottoms. You had to pry your gaze to meet his, your own knowing smile pulling at your lips. Confidently you leaned back against the couch, letting your arms rest on the back casually.

“Sounds good,” you replied lowly, “You’re the expert here.”

He snickered at that and approached you. He stood over you, long delicious legs on either side of yours. His eyes never left yours as he lowered himself down, straddling your thighs. You felt the heat of his body through your clothes as he pressed up against you. You could feel the bulge in his pants as he began rocking his hips back and forth, grinding against you slowly and methodically to the rhythm of the music. His hands roamed up and down his body, sensually tracing over his form. One of his hands came up under your chin tilting your head up towards his, his face mere centimeters away from your as he continued giving you a lap dance.

“I am completely at your service,” he breathed across your lips.

You removed your arms from the back of the couch, hands now hovering over his body, mapping each peak and valley of his torso. You moved them to his backside, moving with him as he continued grinding. You gave his plump bottom a quick squeeze, smirking at the theatrical gasp he replied with. His breath quickened as your hands migrated south, smoothing over his prominent V, and stopping just above the waistline of his underwear.

He was painfully hard, his erection straining against the dark material. He looked down at the space between you and then back to your eyes.

“Let’s take this a step further,” you suggested.

He cheekily smiled, “Sure, but I’ll charge you extra.”

“Sure you will.”

He hummed, a devilish glint in his eye under the red lights.

“May I?” Nero asked as his hands subtly lifted the hem of your shirt.

“Yes,” you breathed.

In a swift and fluid motion, he had your shirt off and your back against the seat of the couch. His hands started expertly undoing the button of your pants before sliding them off your legs. Your face burned as he exposed you to the hot air.

“I don’t normally do this with clients but, you’re an exception,” he purred as his hands ran up your thighs and torso.

He leaned down close to your body, his soft lips pressing open mouth kisses on your neck and naval. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against his throbbing bulge. You ground against him just like he had on you, the heat coming off of him spurring you on.

“C’mere,” he hissed as he cradled his arms underneath your back. Nero brought you to a standing position, though your legs were shaky and unstable.

Without a word, he turned you around, your back now against his chest. He gave you a gentle shove and you nearly collapsed back down to the couch, this time kneeling on the seat with your arms braced against the back. You were bent at the waist, perfectly aligned with Nero as he stood behind you. His hands once again caressed over your body, from your shoulders to your waist to your ass as it pushed back against him.

With only a sly comment, he hooks a finger around the crotch of your underwear, pulling it off to the side just enough to expose your most private areas. You bit your lip hard as you felt his eyes staring down at your most delicate places. You felt so exposed, so vulnerable. It felt so good.

“You got a nice ass,” he said as he gave you a little love tap on the rear, “You ready for some real fun?”

You nodded and gave your verbal and enthusiastic consent. You gasped shrill and loud as he poured a lubricant right on your aching hole right before he pushed his rock-hard erection deep inside of you. You don’t know when he had procured the lube or a condom, or ever where he was hiding them but you didn’t care. You rocked your hips back and forth against him as he began thrusting into you, hitting that sweet spot in your body. You threw your head back and moaned as he kept pounding his hips into your ass.

Behind you, Nero still pumped his cock into you, reveling in how your tight hole clenched round him, like you were sucking him in. His balance was waning on those insanely tall heels, the tingling in his body from your warmth around him making his legs grow more and more unstable. He held your hips tighter, squeezing your soft spots and absorbing each and every delicious moan you let out as you came undone around him again and again.

“You enjoying yourself, baby?” he asked.

You only responded with a pathetic moan and a whiney, “Yeah.”

He chuckled, “Good, that’s my job.”

He continued on, thrusting deeper and deeper into it until it became too much. He picked up the pace, going faster and harder, drilling into your with the strength and vigor of a wild animal. His own moans started melding with yours harmonizing and overpowering the music playing through the speakers.

“Ah, shit,” he hissed, “I’m gonna cum!”

You didn’t respond, too lost in pleasure as you moved back against him harder. His grip on your hips tightened again as he came to a sudden stop, he choked out one long and loud moan as he released himself inside you. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back, laying his cheek right between your shoulder blades as he composed himself.

“Thanks for that baby,” he said between breaths, removing himself from you, “I really needed a break.”

He stood on shaky legs, worrying you that he would fall off those heels. His arms wrapped around you, guiding you to recline on the couch like normal. You leaned against the back of the couch, tucking your legs up and under you. He collapsed on the couch next to you, settling close to your form. His arms laid across the back of the couch and he leaned his head on his bicep.

He smiled at you gently before closing the distance between you, placing his soft pink lips against yours. His hand came up to rest on your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss. It was warm, passionate, and loving.

“How much longer you got?” you asked as you pulled away from him.

“Just a couple more hours, but I’m getting tomorrow night off,” he replied.

“I should probably get going, “You said, starting to rise from the couch, “Leave you to your adoring fans.”

His hand gingerly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back onto the couch and into his arms.

“No stay, I made enough for tonight, just stay with me for a while.”

You didn’t protest, just laid your head on his shoulder.

“Love you, baby,” he said.

“Love you too.”

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we really devolved as a society when we stopped using fully painted pictures on romance novels and started using cheap photoshop instead 

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Now he'd be 35. 👀👀👀👀

If Riku aged since the release of KH he’d be 33 👀👀

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I wish I could slam the like button multiple times. 😤😤😤💘💘💘💘💘

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👀👀👀👀My heart and mind are racing. 😤💘💘

#18 of the Valentine's prompt s please?

18 - “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

It had been some very long weeks since Riku had gone to Radiant Garden to work with the crew on finding Sora. It hadn’t been easy, losing his best friend and being away from you. You’d offered to go with him but he insisted you’d stay. He knew you’d also missed home—you also had a family to go to. He could work on finding Sora without you.

First week was hard. Second week was taxing. Third week, he missed your laugh and inside jokes. Fourth week… his body was damning him for leaving you home.

He had known what it was like being away from everything and everyone he knew. However, being away from you was something else. Ten times as heavy on his heart.

He’d call a couple of times during the week to see your face and hear your voice and see how you were doing. Part of him resented you for how good you seemed to be doing without him when he was about to start losing the hairs on his head.

“So, you think you can come over next? You know, at least for Valentine’s Day?”

“I don’t know, there’s been very little progress over here…. I’ll do my best to be there”

“Thank you, you’ve been away for too long. The least you could do is come over for a nice date and some quality time with me. I can make it worth your while”

The suggestion didn’t go unnoticed by him. He knew how to read your eyes perfectly. The action caused something to stir in his stomach, and another thing to harden in his pants. He gave you a smirk—that smirk—as he took his turn to make your heart beat faster.

“Well, now you’ve got me confused. Cause now I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

-Liz

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I'm not screaming you are. 💘💘💘

Riku x fem reader. #23. I hope I'm still on time.

23 - “I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

Riku loved everything about her. He didn’t never planned on feeling that way though. Much less after how he met her. She had caught his attention from the moment his eyes first laid on her.

At first, he was annoyed by her very presence. It irritated him to no end to be near her. To see the way she and Kairi would spend long time just chatting about everything. To see how nice she was with everyone. It got even worse when She and King Mickey would sit for some tea and talk for a while.

However, what irked him the most was that she was never that way with him. She would maybe say good morning, a polite hello, but she would never sit down next to him, much less talk with him about anything really.

The first time she smiled at him though—really smiled at him— something broke free. His heart started beating so fast he swore she would’ve noticed had she looked down at his chest. He could feel his cheeks warm up as he tried to make up an excuse to leave abruptly.

He couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been. He… she… he’d fallen in love. All this time he’d get worked up around her, he was just slowly falling in love. He wanted to scream. To do something—anything— to get her attention. He needed her to see him just like she did everyone else.

So he started coordinating his schedule to coincide with hers. He started inviting her to sit with him for lunch whenever they were at the Mysterious Tower, but even though she sometimes did, more often than not she just went with Naminé or even worse Roxas. It didn’t help that the former nobody caught on to Riku’s intentions and was taking off his past grudges now of all times by keeping her with his group most of the time.

Riku still tried to make the most of the time he spent with her. He offered her his hand whenever he could. Payed attention to everything she said and did but it never seemed to get her attention.

It wasn’t until Yen Sid had finally set them together—bless his heart— for a mission that he finally had enough. They’d just finished a few heartless when he just couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Y/N, I don’t get it really. I used to think Sora was as dense as anyone could be but you… I’ve been bending every damn way but you barely even notice me.”

“Um, I’m sorry? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Riku closed the distance between them and gently took her face between his hands.

“Y/N, I fell for you, without knowing it, and jesus, does it hurt that you can’t even see it.”

-Liz

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if you are lucky you will love someone and their hair will thin and their breasts will sag and you will kiss them everywhere over and over again

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so at a used book store a couple months back i found an annotated copy of dracula, and now that dracula daily is a thing, i’ve finally gotten around to reading it.

they have the fuckign. chicken paprika recipe that knocked out our boy johnny.

now you too can upset your mild-mannered stomach so badly that you have fever dreams of a sexy haunted castle