#LEMON LEMON LEMON YALL

[phykoha]

2/?? prev|next Boys will be bugs, right?

Sparring usually helps Raph get his aggression out... Ghost thinks it's weird how he didn't accept the offer this time... Perhaps that wasn't the right thing to say.

@amevello-blue

[jhnmhm]

Im the one!!!!

[bigdumbbambieyes]

nsfw!!

there are days when Billy just can’t stop thinking about getting his mouth on Steve.

like, he’ll kiss his pretty boy goodbye in the car and leave to go to work at the auto shop and it’s not even fifteen minutes into his work day that he’s thinking about Steve’s huge dick and tight ass.

it’s not really a problem, he gets a little chubbed up in his coveralls but it’s easy to hide, but by the time he’s outside in the afternoon having his third cigarette of the day, his thoughts turn to a craving.

he remembers the weight of Steve’s legs on his shoulders, how he sounds when he cums, all breathy and a little whiny, how his cum tastes when Billy’s swallowing it down.

or, spitting it onto his pretty boy’s pretty hole.

god, he loves pushing Steve’s own cum into him with a thumb or his tongue.

his boss calls him back to change oil on a car and billy has to adjust himself before going back in.

by the time the end of the day rolls around, he’s ready to go, and steps out the front door of the shop to see that familiar car waiting for him.

his boyfriend’s face lights up when Billy opens the passenger door and sits down; it’s so sweet. he has no idea what sort of nasty things Billy’s gonna do to him.

Steve goes on and on about his day, and Billy listens, smiling to himself, until they get home.

and Steve wants to start dinner, something they do together a couple times a week, but Billy’s pulling him into the shower with him to scrub off the dirt and grease from the day instead.

Steve’s protests are weak at best as he’s pulled into the bathroom, telling Billy that he needs to cook, as if Billy doesn’t need him.

he gets his princess to shut up with a kiss as he pulls him into the warm shower, rubbing soapy hands all over each other as Billy sucks Steve’s tongue into his mouth, eating up the moan Steve gives him in return.

he can feel Steve’s dick growing hard and reaches down to feel it, wrapping his fingers around it and swearing into his boyfriend’s mouth, muttering, “You got a big fucking cock, hm?”

and Steve says a soft, sweet, “Yeah,” so breathless into his mouth, rocking his hips forward into that grip.

Billy’s other hand goes around to slide his fingers between Steve’s cheeks, pressing against the puckered skin there and humming, “Got a tight pussy, too, yeah?”

Steve shudders, his jaw dropping as he nods, staring into Billy’s bright blue eyes the entire time.

“Say it,” Billy murmurs, desperate.

“No,” Steve huffs, being a brat.

Billy fixes him with a look, tilting his head a little to the side.

“What’s gotten into you?” Steve murmurs, pressing a cute little kiss to Billy’s mouth as he rocks back against those prodding fingers.

and Billy shrugs, mutters, “Been thinking about this all day.”

“Playing with me in the shower?” Steve quirks a brow.

“Getting my mouth all over you, mostly.”

Steve’s gaze darkens and he’s pulling Billy into another kiss, eager for it now.

he gets his princess all riled up before pushing him away to actually get clean, grinning at the hungry glare Steve gives him as he leans against the cool shower wall, chuckling when his boyfriend tells him to ‘hurry up’.

and Billy’s never been the best at impulse control so he shuts the water off, gives them a couple seconds to towel dry, before he’s taking Steve to their bedroom.

he pushes his pretty boy down onto the bed and grabs his hips, tugs him down a bit just to watch his big cock twitch, and finally gets his mouth on him.

he’s messy with it. he swallows down most of Steve’s cock, bobbing his head and making the grossest slurping sounds because he knows it gets Steve off, pulling his mouth off and wrapping his hand around the base to smack his own cheek with it, staring up at Steve who’s staring right back at him, his lips parted and face flushed, moaning loudly as Billy lowers his mouth to suck at his balls, one by one.

he can feel his face smeared with spit and precum but he doesn’t care, not when he’s pushing Steve’s knees to his chest and having a taste of him there, moaning his approval.

tastes as sweet as he looks.

he doesn’t stop until his jaw aches and his chin is covered, spitting onto that loosened muscle before spearing it with his tongue, biting so hard at the flesh of Steve’s ass that his teeth mark it in bruises. he works his way back up, licking over his taint and balls, his cock, sucking hard at the tip until Steve’s sobbing, begging to cum, shaking apart with it when he does.

Billy talks him through it, hums a soft ‘good boy’ just to see Steve blush, and smiles in both adoration and satisfaction as he watches his boyfriend come down from that high, still settled between his thighs.

his gaze travels down to the sight before him, spit-slicked skin and a twitching hole, and thinks how much prettier Steve would look with cum dripping out of him.

and as expected, Steve agrees.

[clownsuu]

Uuooaaaa

Attempt is not torture

Just silly little boy, pat pat him

SO MANY LIL ROBBIES TAKING OVER THE WORL

[witchkittymeow]

;#+$-$#:##!# HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPIRITPHONE!!!!!

[thelemonsnek]

finally got around to drawing things from my figure shelf :]] (video of my figures below - if nothing else, click to see the litleo figure. its horrible [affectionate])

[image id: a sketchpage featuring many different pokemon, Ingo and Emmet, and Hatsune Miku. In the first drawing, Miku sings cheerfully into a microphone, while Ingo and Emmet look up at her - they're significantly shorter than Miku, and have to look up quite a ways.

Beneath this is a drawing of Ingo and Emmet doing their signature point pose, and they stare down and to the center, both smiling. Between them is a Lucario mimicking their pointing pose, riding a very happy Boltund.

To the side of this is a drawing of an exasperated Emmet, bent over from the weight of two Galvantula crawling on his head and shoulders. Emmet fruitlessly pulls the leg of one away, saying, "this is verrrrry unprofessional of you two." Above this is a sketch of Ingo being haunted by a Gengar. It looms behind him, grinning hugely as he stares ahead in dread.

Finally is a series of pokemon sketches. First, there is a Pikachu and Slowpoke sleeping together, then a very small Pikachu sitting on top of a very large Pikachu's head. Then are a number of sketches titled "Knockoffs 🤍". All of these are very silly sketches. There's one of a wide eyed Arceus titled "He has seen The Horrors", two very silly galvantula, a pink zorua, a blocky stunky, and a litleo that barely resembles a litleo. End id]

[video id: a soundless video panning over a shelf with lots of pokemon figures on it. Most notably are the figures depicted in the drawing - Ingo and Emmet, Miku, as well as the various pokemon drawn above, such as Litleo, Arceus, and Galvantula. There are many more figures on the shelf that were not drawn as well. Many of them are very small knockoff figures of questionable quality. End id]

[lemondemonpickuplines]

valentine's day card idea?????

[party-dude]

DREAM TEAM

Brain Damage Dude(s) x Reader | Lemon | 18+ | Semi-cuckolding? | double teaming | spit roast | Humiliation | Its gonna get Weird okay? Its Brain Damage! | Ignore if you saw the first one, accidentally posted when I fell asleep lol.

No beta reader u know the drill.

You gotta be fucking kidding...

Dude squints at the sight in front of him. His hands slide under his sunglasses and scrub at his eyes, making sure he's not just seeing things. He opens them and... nope! Still fucking there.

"Ungh! D-Dude!"

It's You! You're laying there on the plush pink bed that just keeps fucking appearing. Bent over with your ass in the air and your head pressed deep into the duvet. Your face twisted into pleasure; eyes rolling and drool leaving a small stain on the bedding below. Dude's eyes rake over the sight, taking it in and letting his body flutter in reaction, but he's not exactly focused much on you at the moment. No.

He's mostly looking at Him.

The bastard who keeps showing up and taunting him at every turn in this stupid dream: The Other Dude.

He's there, behind you, taking you for himself. Fingers digging deep into your hips as he pounds into you. The weathered hospital gown bunched up over his hips, covering anything visual happening underneath but Dude doesn't need to see to know what's happening. The Bastard's not even watching you enjoy the treatment he gives you. He's staring at Dude.

"Oh. Hey there, Dude." Other Dude greets him, sounding unaffected by what he's doing to you and voice laced full with humor. The usual dumb grin plastered on his (handsome) face.

Dude wants to roll his eyes at his voice but that means tearing his eyes away from the scene in front of him. You let out a whine and he feels something stir again.

"About time you showed. I was getting worried you'd miss this!" Other Dude grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging you up to give Dude a better look at your face. Chuckling when you let out a yelp that turns into a moan.

Dude's eyes widen and his mouth drops open; his sunglasses sliding down his nose. He quickly has a thought that this might be venturing onto some fucked up kick he doesn't want to think about right now. The thought of someone else taking you, even if that someone else happens to be a subconscious dick bag version of himself, shouldn't be turning him on this much. He quickly dismisses the thought and grimaces.

"So, what's all this about? Trying extra hard now to be me..?" Dude mentally groans at his lame attempt to rib Other Dude. He's a bit to preoccupied staring at you now, watching you whine and thrash and arch and beg and-

Dude swallows, trying to wet his dry mouth. He's definitely hard now, the gown rising a bit in the area.

Other Dude laughs, breath huffing out as he keeps thrusting. "Not at all. Just showing them who The. Real. Dude. Is." He punctuates each word with a thrust, hard and quick. Making your eyes roll; you face plant back into the bedding when he slips his hand out from your hair. Your screams muffled by the bedding and mattress.

Wet sounds of skin and fluid slapping fills the air and Dude's head goes light. It remind him of every filthy porno he's ever seen all at one and his fingers twitch, wanting to touch you for himself. Other Dude chuckles smugly again. "Quite a looker you've got, Dear Dude. Shame they like me more."

Dude frowns now. Getting angry and annoyed at the implication. You turn your head, your eyes meeting his and you whine. A hand slides across the duvet and you reach for him. "Dude! P-Please..?" Butterflies swarm in his stomach and he blushes. Even when you're getting fucked in front of him, you still want him. He quickly, stomps them out. Nope! No Lovey Dovey shit right now. He needs to prove something to a certain Bastard.

"Heh. Right.. That's why even with your cock in them they're still begging for the Real Deal. Ain't that right, sweetheart?" He glances down at you and your pretty, flushed face. You nod, biting a lip to hold back a moan.

Behind you, a frustrated growl comes and a gloved hand connects with your ass, hard. You let out a yelp and Dude's eyes widen, taking a few steps towards you.

"Wanna prove something, Dude?" Other asks, fingers gripping your flesh so hard they leave small crescent marks indented. "Then try it. I'll still have them screaming for me while they choke on your cock. I promise."

Dude, never one to back down from a challenge, (especially one this hot and depraved) sniggers and nods. "You're on, Asshole."

He steps forward. Taking his position in front of you. Other leans back, slowing his movements, so you can rise on shaky arms to greet Dude. You look destroyed, face running with tears and drool and sweat. Dude smirks, sliding a hand to your cheek.

"Hey there, Beautiful. Ready to put on a show for this prick? Show 'em who you really belong to?"

You swallow; lips parting and breath panting. Excited to finally have him, you nod quickly. He smirks, reaching behind the gown; undoing the ties. Letting it fall into a fabric puddle at his bunny slippered feet. Other Dude laughs loudly, causing Dude to raise an eyebrow.

"That's it? Yeesh! No wonder they've been cock drunk! That's all they have to work with!" Other falls forward, giggling and using you for support. You yelp at the weight and your arms nearly give. "Go on! Tell him! Tell him how small it is!" Other slaps at you, egging you on to degrade and humiliate. You blink at the order and you hesitate. Turning your head to look at him in question. You don't get far as he snatches out, grabbing your hair like reigns and pulling you back, forcing you to stare straight ahead at Dude. "Tell him."

You lock with Dude's eyes and swallow again. Voice coming out meek and shaky. "I-It's small!"

Dude hates how his cock twitches at the words, precum leaking from out his tip. Other notices and laughs again, the humiliation building under Dude's skin further. Other Dude drops your head, letting you fall forward again.

"Get on with it, We all know I'm winning anyway."

Dude rolls his eyes, turning his attention back towards you. You reach up, grabbing his cock and taking it into your mouth. You barely even get adjusted before Other Dude starts fucking you again, thrusting up into you rough and hard. You gasp and moan around Dude's cock, getting pushed onto it deeper. You gag and Dude groans.

He takes your hair into his hands like a handle and holds you steady. Fucking your face. Other Dude bucks and grinds and finally, finally, finds the spot to make you roll your eyes and whine. Both Dudes whine at the noise at the same time and their movements sputter.

Dude looks down at you, his sunglasses sliding down his sweat slicked face now. He takes in your appearance again and smirks, realization crossing him. Looking up at the Other, he speaks. "They're close."

Other nods in acknowledgement and his face breaks out into a dark grin. Giggles spilling from his throat as he keeps up the pace. Watching your ass jiggle and smack against his hips.

Dude pulls his cock from your throat, stroking himself. "Let me finish on that pretty face, yeah?" His voice, low and gruff, makes you whine.

"Fuck! Dude! I-I'm close!" Your eyes screw shut and you finish hard against Others cock. His eyebrows rise, groaning something depraved at the release and he pulls out once you finish. Stroking himself off. Each Dude lets out a groan at your despertate noises and they finish in tandem. Dude painting your face; Other releasing along your lower back.

Other Dude groans and falls backwards onto the bed. His gown falling back down to cover him fully again. His arm comes up to cover his face. Your arms finally give and you slump forward into the plush comforter, face sideways to prevent Dude's spent from squishing everywhere. Dude somehow manages to stay upright, head tilted upwards with his eyes screwed shut and face flushed. You're all three huffing for air and coming down.

Dude is the first to break the silence. "I win."

Other Dude's head snaps upwards. Hand slamming down onto the space next to him, brows twisted with frustration and anger. "No. Way. You didn't feel how they were clenching down around me!"

Dude chuckles and shrugs. "And you couldn't see how they were looking at me. Practically worshipping me."

Other snarls and suddenly rises to his unsteady legs and lunges at Dude, pulling him down into the ground. They roll around and fight, throwing punches at each other, like siblings fighting over a favorite toy. Arguing all the while about who you favored more.

You sigh at the sight and wipe your face with one of the sheets, cleaning yourself up. Grumbling to yourself.

"This dream fucking sucks."

[mjtheartist04]

@sweaterrat HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIYAH!!!🥳🎂🎉wishing you the best birthday and sending lots of hugs! Love you very much!!!💛

Here’s a little gift for you boo✨🫶

Look at them🥹 PRECIOUS BABEHS💛💜

[moonchild-in-blue]

You can take one of my jelly beans if you want :)

[fruitteay]

Labor Day weekend was so fun who would come to my cookout? New set and look at the kitten 💕

[beegswaz]

as said by fazie, when ur circle small But you gleeful

the shading is Eh but yk what we ball i Just drew and shaded 5 characters gimme a break

funny little images of them All under the cut or whatevs

[gomzdrawfr]

International followers are yall okay, specifically to the *takes scrolls out* Polish, Korean and Indonesian

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Against the Rules (18+ ONLY)

Negan x Fem!Reader short blurb I wrote for @dqllgarden

CW: choking, almost cnc but not really, Negan being Negan, daddy kink

Requests are: OPEN

"And just what do we have here?" Negan asked, leaning in the doorway of your rooms. "Come 'ere, darling."

You did as you were told, coming over to stand before him, enraptured by his easy grin and dark cologne. No wonder it was so easy to fall under his spell.

"I heard that you did a bad thing today," he said, gripping your chin softly and pulling your gaze up to meet his. "Have you been a bad girl, baby?"

Your lips parted, a rush of air escaping. You shook your head no as he tutted. His eyes glinted in the shadows of the doorframe. The way his tongue swiped at his lower lips had you trained on the motion, swallowing thickly.

"No?" His eyes darkened, almost black as they betrayed his dirty thoughts. "You wouldn't happen to be lying to me, would you? Because you know that's against the rules."

"I-" you tried to respond only to have his finger shush you softly, pressing against your lips.

"I know you've been good baby, but Daddy?" He lets out a dark chuckle. "Daddy wants to play. You know how to be a bad girl for me, don't you?"

Your breath hitches, and you nod softly.

Just like that, he grips at your throat, sliding back into moment.

"You know if you're lying to me, I'll have to punish you, baby. So I'll ask you one- more- time."

He releases your airways and chuckles when you suck in the air greedily. "Are you lying to me?"

[renlyslittlerose]

Heartbeat Drives You Mad - Chapter 1

Tags: Alternate Universe - 1980s / Getting Together / Explicit Sexual Content / Depression / Grief/Mourning / Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism / Older Man/Younger Man / Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms / Loneliness / Anakin Skywalker in Booty Shorts and Tube Socks / Codependency/ This Fic is a Horny Depressing Mess / Just Like Obi-Wan Summary: Anakin was wearing his customary shorts - blue with yellow banding today - and a cut-off shirt. He was dark all over, skin an even deeper shade of brown that made him look like liquid honey and bronze, supple yet sturdy. The sun had bleached his hair, bringing out the blond tucked away in the brown strands, curls on top of curls shimmering like spun gold. He leaned back next to Obi-Wan, hot against his side and smelling of cigarettes, clean sweat, and the sun. --- After a devastating loss that Obi-Wan can’t seem to recover from, he decides to pack up his life and move to a small lazy town on the outskirts of a desert. Depressed and alcoholic, Obi-Wan figures fucking his pain away with the pretty nineteen year old neighbour boy is a good idea. Turns out, it is anything but a good idea.

Thank you to @tideswept for the moodboard 💖

[vii-doodles]

This is my part for the DTIYS by lemon.h4 on Instagram 💚 I love lemons art so much. Pls check the insta if you can!