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v-eee · 2 days

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Scenario: Jeon Jungkook never use his hand to satisfy him desire until he met you. You are in his mind every seconds.

warning: 🍋

Jungkook look at your naked photo in his phone.

He closed his eyes, imagining your body pressed against his, your soft curves fitting perfectly against his hard muscles.

He could feel your breath against his neck, your lips brushing against his skin as you whispered his name.

His hand moved down to his cock, already hard at the thought of you.

He started to stroke himself, imagining it was your soft hand on him.

He imagined your thumb brushing against the tip of his cock.

"Ahnnng..." He let out a low moan, his hips bucking up as he imagined you straddling him.

Your wet pussy sliding down onto his cock.

He could feel her warmth surrounding him, your muscles clenching around him as he thrust up into you.

His hand moved faster, his breath coming in short gasps as he imagined you riding him, your breasts bouncing as you moved up and down.

"Fuck!" He groaned loudly as he remembers the feeling of your nipples hardening against his chest, your breath hot against his ear as you moaned his name.

Yes, Jeon, yes! - you always moaning those words loudly.

Every time he thrust deeper, you will scream Fuck me harder!

The memory make Jungkook's hand moved faster, his hips thrusting up off the bed as he imagined himself pounding into your pussy.

He could feel your wetness coating his cock, your muscles clenching around him as you came.

You always moaning his name loudly in his ears when you came.

He felt himself reaching the edge. The pressure in his balls growing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jungkook gasped, his hand moving faster as he felt himself on the brink.

With one final thrust, he came, his cum spilling over his hand as he let out a low moan of your name.

Jeon lay there, panting, his heart racing as he came down from his orgasm.

He knows this is not enough, he wants you physically with him.

So he text you Babe, your pussy better get ready when I'm back home.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook smut #smut #lemon #fanfic

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habibialkaysani · 2 days

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anthony + bowing before his wife

#anthonybridgertonedit #bridgertonedit #dailybridgerton #dailyflicks #filmtvcentral #cinemapix #jbaileyedit #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #periodedit #onlyperioddramas #weloveperioddrama #perioddramasonly #televisiongifs #cinematv #kate x anthony #lemon #myedit

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bigdumbbambieyes · 2 days

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omegaverse nsfw for @shieldofiron 🤍

Steve always tries to pretend he’s not into the shit Billy does to him — he pulls faces, gives the weakest complaints, glares.

Like that time Billy bent him over his desk in his bedroom and ate him out until he was a sloppy little mess, arching his back and baring his neck and bitching the entire time until Billy pulled him onto his lap and onto his knot.

Or whenever Billy’s shoving his face into his omega’s neck to nose at his scent glands, nuzzling and licking and biting at them so Steve stinks of him and Steve tries to act bothered and annoyed — but Billy’s rubbing at the crotch of his boyfriend’s jeans to feel the tell-tale bulge there.

Steve never really means it. He’s just a bitch. And a brat.

Like now, when it’s late at the quarry and he’s shoving the pretty boy into the back seat of the Beamer, Steve settling against the leather and glaring up at him.

Billy doesn’t say anything, just smirks as he shuts the door behind him as he settles on top of Steve, pressing his heavy body down onto him, his nose going for those scent glands again and inhaling the bittersweet florals there.

“You don’t have to fucking push me,” Steve huffs just above the music playing from the tape in the deck, his hand weakly shoving at Billy’s shoulders, like he’s making a show of it.

Billy licks across that gland, tastes sweet honeysuckles on his tongue, and Steve goes still — goes sweet for him and only him, tilting his head with a soft sigh, parting his thighs obediently.

“I know I didn’t have to,” Billy hums as he settles between Steve’s thighs, “But, you like it.”

“No I don’t,” Steve pouts, his cheeks burning hot.

Billy moves his mouth up, noses at Steve’s temple as his lips press to his omega’s ear, playfully growling, “Then why do you smell like a bitch in heat, hm?”

He can smell Steve’s slick already, hears the pleasured little whine his pretty boy makes as he ruts his hips up against Billy, the hard press of his cock trapped in his jeans making Billy’s mouth water.

“S’your fault,” Steve gasps as Billy hurriedly pushes his boyfriend’s shirt up and presses kisses to his chest, sucking little bruises there just to feel the hard grip Steve gets on his hair.

A fistful of blond curls in Steve’s hand is a powerful thing. Billy feels the pull, directing him lower, and it’s like his scalp is directly linked to his cock with how he’s twitching in his tight jeans as Steve pulls on his hair again.

“What, you want my mouth?” Billy breathes as he tugs Steve’s jeans open and down, letting the other kick them off towards the front seat.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, watching Billy pull his briefs down, his cock slapping almost wetly against his lower stomach once it’s free.

“Where, baby?” Billy asks with a soft moan as he wraps his hand around Steve’s fat cock, so fucking big for an omega it drives him crazy, “Right here?” He asks as he smears the pearl of precum with his thumb, swirls it in little circles just to watch Steve’s jaw drop.

“Fuck,” he moans, looks so pretty like this, so needy. Billy loves it; Steve will beg with those big brown eyes of his whenever he really wants something but doesn’t want to say it.

Like now. Billy knows what Steve wants. He knows he’s gonna be burying his face between Steve’s cheeks and lapping at his hole, fucking him with his tongue until he’s crying, but he waits.

“Yes or no,” Billy chides him gently, stroking up and down so slowly, driving his baby wild as he stares up at Steve and asks, “You gonna be good for me?”

It works like a charm. Steve’s eyes glaze over a bit, that honeysuckle scent filling the car, and it’s so thick Billy could almost choke on it. Almost.

He breathes it in deep, feels a pleased little rumble in his chest on the exhale, a sweet little sound for his omega — who chirps in response, his cheeks flushed with pleasure.

Steve nods and whispers, “Yeah.”

“Then grab the back of your knees and show me that pretty little hole, baby,” Billy hums, watching as Steve scrambles to do just that, grabbing and spreading his legs as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

And despite the bitching and moaning that Steve always does, or how stubborn he can be, he’s still a good omega. The best, really. Always presenting himself for his alpha, just like this.

And in other sweet, non-sexual ways, too. But Billy doesn’t want to think about that.

No, instead he gives Steve another little rumble from his chest and grabs the back of his thighs, squeezing them as he lowers his mouth to lick the flat of his tongue from Steve’s hole and up to the tip of his dick.

The moan his boyfriend makes is fucking filthy, taps at something a little primal in Billy’s brain, makes him want to knot his pretty boy and bite his neck, claim him for all to see and understand just who he belongs to.

So, he does.

But not before he’s licking into Steve with purpose, stuffing his tongue as deep as he can into his omega, listening to the cute little whimpers and whines and ‘fuck’s and ‘Billy’s that leave his mouth as he eats out his sweetheart.

Steve’s hand is in his hair again, trembling from pleasure as he rocks his hips down, gripping and pulling as he gasps and moans, “I’m gonna—Billy, I’m—”

He licks his omega through his orgasm, as he always does — as any respectful alpha should. He can feel Steve tense, his chirping so soft as he goes a little limp, totally spent.

Billy fucking slurps the slick on his tongue, because he knows it makes Steve’s nose scrunch like the princess he is, and surfaces to look his fill.

Steve’s catching his breath, his hands still gripping his thighs, his stomach covered in cum with his cock untouched.

That feeling washes over Billy again. It starts low, at the bottom of his spine, and it crawls up and up and up until all he can think is mine, all mine.

Steve must see the look in his eye or smell it on him, because he tilts his head, baring his neck.

Billy’s immediately there, smearing the slick on his mouth across Steve’s scent glands, breathing in deep and growling in delight.

Honeysuckles and something sharp, citrus. Orange juice.

“Need you,” Billy groans, moving his mouth up to nip at Steve’s jaw, kissing across it and up to his chin, “Been so good, Stevie, hm?”

“Kiss me,” Steve whispers, so desperate for it, ducking his chin and finding Billy’s mouth, licking the slick from his tongue with a trembling whimper.

Steve always gets like this after he’s cum. So clingy. Needs Billy to kiss him or he’ll fucking die.

Which is kinda sweet.

Billy sucks on his omega’s tongue before pulling away, shushing the whined protests he immediately receives as he opens his jeans and pushes them down, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding the tip through the mess of slick and spit at Steve’s hole before finding his lips again.

He pushes his tongue into Steve’s mouth just as he slides home inside of him, groaning at the familiar wet heat of both.

Steve’s stuffing his hands under Billy’s shirt, fingernails digging into skin as his alpha bottoms out, stuffing him full until his knot teases at his rim.

“Want it,” Steve pants into his mouth, his brows furrowed as he begs, “Please.”

“It’s all yours, baby,” Billy groans as he pulls his hips back, his eyes rolling a little at the way Steve’s body clutches at him, doesn’t want him to move, just wants his fat knot and nothing else.

He begins to move again, lets Steve seal their mouths together again as he fucks him, one hand pushing a thigh back while the other steadies himself, feeling the car rock and shake as the music gently plays over the filthy sound of their bodies meeting.

The air is thick and hot and Billy never wants to stop. He wants this forever.

He feels Steve tense under him again, notices how sloppy his kisses become, his nails scratching lines down Billy’s back as his moans get higher.

No fucking way.

“You gonna cum again?” Billy grins, presses his mouth to Steve’s ear again when his boyfriend turns his head, “Feels that good, huh, princess?”

“Shut up,” Steve whines, his voice soft and small and so telling.

“You don’t gotta pretend,” he can’t help it, he loves teasing Steve, “We both know you love it — you’ve cum on my knot enough times to prove it.”

Steve fixes him with the weakest and cutest little glare, but it wavers as Billy ruts his hips deep, presses his knot against Steve’s rim again, like a promise.

“You want it?” Billy growls low, pressing his face against Steve’s neck, licking over his scent again.

“Please,” Steve sobs, so close now, teetering on the edge, “Billy, please.”

He feels his balls draw up at the sobbed little begging and ruts his hips again, pushing his knot inside and locking them into place just as he bites down on Steve’s neck hard.

Steve cums with a cry, spilling between them again as Billy tastes copper. Not a lot, nothing like the first time he’d claimed Steve, but the taste of it woven with the scent of his omega finally soothes that need inside him.

Mine, all mine.

He relaxes with a soft huff, licks over the bite affectionately, nuzzling at it with the tip of his nose as Steve chirps happily.

Lifting his head, Billy spots the happy and soft little smile on Steve’s face, and watches him chirp again, their gazes held.

Billy rumbles, nearly purrs, and Steve’s smile grows.

“Yeah, yeah,” Billy smirks, “So happy on your knot.”

Steve shrugs with a matching little smirk, like the cat who got the cream, and Billy loves him.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #omegaverse #lemon #i didn’t mean for this to be so long but it had to be done!!#i hope you like it Saf!! 🤍

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lemon-tw · 2 days

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Skwisgaar doing this fuckass pose as a request from like a month ago

i drew this like 2 weeks ago but forgot to post it here cause ngl i forgot tumblr exists

og photo below

#artist #lemon #art #digital art #illustration #fanart #ibispaintx #metalocalypse #metalocalypse fanart #skwisgaar skwigelf #shitpost #dethklok #brendon small

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eat-love-eat · 3 days

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Lemon Ricotta Pancakes

#lemon #ricotta #pancakes #breakfast #recipe #food #food blog #recipes #delicious #yummy food #dessert

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billion-foot-like · 51 minutes

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#passionate #audrey hepburn #asthetic #DC Comics #toronto raptors #jeff buckley #michael scott #Gemma Arterton #lemon #fc barcelona #r5 #jotaro kujo

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bad-laugh · 3 days

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#trippy #michael sheen #toronto raptors #jeff buckley #garth brooks #doutzen kroes #michael scott #donate #Gemma Arterton #lemon #grading #fc barcelona #piper #r5

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blackberreh-art · 16 hours

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I ALSO think about what would happen should fem all might/regular all might switch realities a lot too

Oh AfO would do dastardly things...

#lemon #berreh speaks #nsft

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fullcravings · 2 days

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Strawberry Lemonade Ice Cream Recipe

#strawberry #lemonade #ice cream #lemon #berries #citrus #zest #fruit #pink #color #kids #summer #no bake #recipe #theendlessmeal

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fenfyre · 3 days

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The Beast In His Bones - Part V

Part I

The words, brimming with promises of danger and helpless struggle, sent another hot shudder down Chilchuck's spine.

"Yes", he breathed, mind flipping excitedly through ideas. "Want to be all alone with you, try to run and struggle and scream ... out in the woods, maybe. You could chase me a bit, hunt me down and then ravage me..."

Laios' eyes flashed at that, fingertips digging deeper into Chilchuck's skin, breath deepening.

"You want that?", he asked, voice low and deep as he shifted minutely. "Get away, maybe think you've made it just in time ... only for me to find you again and take what I want after all?"

"Mhh, you could even punish me ... for trying to get away from you...", Chilchuck added, coming up with all new ideas, now that they were spinning this tale together. Laios' eyes widened and he licked his lips.

"P-punish you how?"

Oh, so he liked that idea, judging by the breathless wonder in his voice. Chilchuck grinned, leaning in to ghost his lips against Laios' ear.

"Spank me, maybe. Or choke me. Or maybe ... maybe make me come."

"What?" The word was low and incredulous, Laios' cock twitching against his own as Chilchuck rolled his hips again.

"Ah, can't you imagine? I'm struggling and screaming so much, trying to get away from you ... so you hold me down and make me come just to prove how much a hypocrite I am, how badly I want it..."

"Gods, Chil..."

"Would leave me so sensitive as well, for anything else you want to do to me. I'd be a helpless, whimpering mess before you know it..."

A large hand came up to cup the back of Chilchuck's head, pulling him close as Laios shivered violently.

"Oh Chil, you want me to do that to you, yes?", he whispered, heated and needy, as his hips rolled up against Chilchuck's with more force. "Make you come so hard you're screaming and taunt you for it? Call you a greedy, little thing and tell you I'll give you what you need?"

Then there was a long, deep breath and a shuddering exhale as Laios stilled underneath him, then allowed Chilchuck more room to move again.

"Alright", he mumbled, "I think I can do that but, uhm ... I need to know some more things."

"Oh yeah?", Chilchuck asked, amused, as he leaned back to look at Laios. "Like what?"

"Like ... uhm, what's the story, I suppose? Am I myself? Do we know each other? What's ... going on?"

Chilchuck took a moment to ponder, playing with the different options until something felt right.

"You're definitely not yourself. You wouldn't do something like that to me, not even in a fantasy. And I ... don't think I want to know you. I think it'd be more intense if you were a stranger. But maybe ... you know me a little? Maybe you watched me? Waiting for your chance..."

Laios nodded quickly, breaths consciously slow and deep.

"Yes, that works ... I've been watching you ... and now I find you all alone in the woods ... or maybe I stalked you, followed you there..."

"Hmm, guess I'll never know", Chilchuck grinned, running the fingers of one hand through the buzzed, blond hair at the back of Laios' head. "Anything else you need to know?"

Another pause as Laios breathed slow and deep, eyes never leaving Chilchuck's.

"Yes", he finally said, somewhat more steady. "If we really want to do this ... and we don't have to but ... but I'd really like to ... uhm, I need to know how to keep you safe." He paused when Chilchuck just frowned up at him at that, then hurried to add: "I mean ... I don't want to accidentally do something you don't like so we need to talk about what you don't want to happen. And you need a way to stop me. A signal or something. If ... if it becomes too much."

Chilchuck hummed and nodded, leaning back a bit more, hands coming to rest on Laios' shoulders.

"Yes, you're right. I need some time to think about it, if that's alright? I mean there's some obvious stuff but ... I don't want to forget anything."

"Of course, yeah."

"And as for the signal ... well, I can't just tell you to stop, that's true..." Chilchuck was still thinking about a good kind of code when Laios piped up with an idea.

"Back when ... I played guards and bandits ... I would just call for a timeout when I needed a break?"

Chilchuck noticed the small hiccup to the words and quietly grinned to himself. Laios really was trying his best here.

"That should work. And if for some reason I can't talk ... I can give you a signal holding my hand up like this?", he suggested, holding up one hand with the thumb and pinky tucked into the palm so only the three fingers in the middle were still stretched out. I was a simple enough gesture he would be able to make even if his coordination was not the best anymore.

"You just need to make sure I can always either speak or use my arm. What do you think?"

Laios nodded, slow and thoughtful.

"Yes ... yes, I think that works for me."

"Anything else you want to know?"

Another pause, this time longer as Laios seemed to ponder their conversation.

"Right now ... just one more thing", he finally hummed, voice dipping lower as he took up the smooth roll of his hips again. "Do you still want me to take off my breeches?"

They ended up late to the meet-up with the others but Chilchuck did not mind. Not when he could still hear Laios' heated whisper:

"I will make you beg for mercy, Chil, and never show you any."

to be continued...

#chilaios #laichil #chilchuck tims #laios touden #dunmeshi #lemon

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