#the hairy lemon

[clair-blake]

Dublin, Ireland. 2023

[fofi42]

Greg and Alex and hairy tube and plum and goofball and lemon and colossal looser

[bigdumbbambieyes]

n!s!f!w!

imagining Billy worshipping Steve’s body one lazy evening after they’ve showered, laying his boyfriend down flat on their bed and kissing him breathless, keeping his touches light until Steve’s muttering petulantly against his mouth to stop teasing.

Billy soothes him, shushes him, until he kisses down Steve’s neck, feeling the vibration of a happy little hum where his lips are pressed against Steve’s throat.

kissing further down to where the hair on his boyfriend’s chest starts, Billy rubs his face against it like a cat, hearing a soft little chuckle rumble in Steve’s chest as he does.

“tickles?”

“yeah.”

lower and lower, Billy brushes his lips over the trail of hair on Steve’s lower stomach, licks a wet stripe up it just to watch his boyfriend’s stomach tense with a moan.

he loves burying his nose into the coarse hair at the base of Steve’s cock and breathing in, because Steve makes this sound, like he’s turned on like never before but he shouldn’t be, because Billy that’s gross - but he’s obsessed with the musk there. he loves the earthy way Steve smells, wouldn’t change it for the world.

his favourite part, though, is pushing Steve’s knees to his chest and eating him out, swirling his tongue over the hair there, too. he gets lost in the feeling of getting Steve’s hole wet and sloppy, listening to his pretty boy fall apart under his mouth, until Steve’s tugging at his dick desperately and panting ‘m gonna cum, Billy, don’t stop--

as if Billy would.

no, he makes sure his boyfriend cums on his tongue before pushing himself up and stroking his aching cock once, twice--

he makes a mess on Steve’s happy trail with a lazy grin, which has his pretty boy pushing at his shoulder with his foot, muttering ‘asshole’ under his breath affectionately. he stares up at Billy with a cute smile on his face the whole time, though, and Billy adores him.

“you better clean that up,” Steve hums.

and, well, obviously. Billy always cleans up his messes.

especially if it has Steve getting hard again.

[negativefourhundred]

When life (or your friend, in a bag from their tree) gives you a very specially-shaped lemon… get naked and take some pics.

[shieldofiron]

Sub top Steve and bottom dom Billy

Do what you will with this

Ahhh someone's been reading my munver fic. Ok lets have a little fun. Lemon obviously, just some chill light bdsm.

Riding Steve was better than riding any wave. Billy rolled his hips and purred, throwing his head back with pleasure.

“Rougher, princess,” Billy whispered, snapping his hips, “Come on give me that cock.”

Steve’s tongue swept across his lower lip and he threw his hips into it harder, his eyes darting from Billy’s face, across his chest, down to where they were joined.

Steve tried to reply but it just came out as a broken whimper.

“Don’t come yet,” Billy reached down and gripped Steve by the chin, “Come on, where’s that fire?”

“But, B-Billy please,” Steve’s pretty pink mouth hung open, “I’ll… Billy…”

“Oh I know, princess, I know it feels good, but haven’t you heard?” Billy tugged Steve’s face until he nodded, “I come first. So put your back into it.”

Steve groaned softly, “Billy…”

“Getting tired, baby?” Billy pouted, “Come on, you only have to make me cum. That’s so easy, baby. Can’t you just try? For me?”

“Billy,” Steve arched back, a bead of sweat dripping down his flushed collarbone into his chest hair, which Billy gripped, “Can I touch please?”

“Feel good?” Billy rolled his hips, whimpering as he pressed Steve into his prostate, “No touching, princess.”

Steve looked at Billy’s cock with glistening Bambi eyes, “Please, please, Billy, I want it, I’m…”

“I know,” Billy grinned, leaning forward to flick his tongue against Steve’s pretty pink upper lip. “I know it feels good baby.”

“Does it feel good for you, Billy?” Steve leaned up eagerly, angling for a kiss, “Billy, p-please…”

“Feel so fucking good baby, love you deep like this, and if you are just a little rougher on me,” Billy ground down, “I’ll come all over your pretty chest. Does that sound nice?”

Steve groaned, arching into it when Billy tugged on his chest hair, and then finally gathered Billy up, flipping them so that Billy bounced gently on the bed while Steve drove into him.

“There,” Billy gasped, “Right there. Good boy. Fuck princess, you feel that?”

Steve nodded, “Ahh… Billy, kiss, please I need it, daddy.”

“You keep fucking me like this and you can have whatever you want. Good boy.”

Steve was sloppy, mouth open a little too wide, tongue a little loose, messy. Billy loved it, though, loved throwing his arms around his eager princess and feeling all of Steve’s love. The pace was brutal; but the water was just fine for Billy. Pleasure splashed over him like a wave and he sank into it, limbs going tight around Steve before he came across Steve’s chest.

“Can I?” Steve pulled back from the kiss, “Please, daddy.”

Billy shuddered a little, overstimulated and weak with the force of Steve’s kisses. Steve drove into him until he shivered again, his poor pink cock twitching weakly.

“Go on, be a good boy, baby,” Billy stroked along Steve’s back, “Cum for me.”

Steve roared, burying his face in Billy’s curls and pounding into him.

“Good boy, princess,” Billy whispered. “How do I taste?”

Steve reached up and swiped a little of Billy’s cum off his stomach, sucking it off his finger with a groan.

“Like the ocean,” Steve lashed his arms around Billy and held tight.

“That’s right,” Billy cuddled against his chest, “Good fucking boy.”

[drpeppertummy]

i havent gone into the provolone family tree on this blog but does anyone remember my bestie lemon. his sister pimientos present-day descentant penne is like. a Cartoon Movie Scientist who dabbles in made up bullshit

[unintentional belly expansion, tummyache, hint of burst teasing]

Penne looked down at the new batch of her latest project, exhaustedly rubbing her face. Scattered across the tray before her were dozens of bright orange pills. They were small and simple, indistinguishable from any other pill in the medicine cabinet. These, however, were unlike anything Penne had stashed away above the bathroom sink. They weren't a remedy for pain or sniffles or allergies. No, these little orange capsules were created to solve an entirely different problem: hunger.

The project had begun a few months ago after another long, hyperfocused night at the lab. It wasn't any different from any other night at the lab; Penne was notorious for going entire busy nights without eating. She was simply too busy and too absorbed in her work to step away. That night, however, the idea had crossed her mind that it would be so much easier if she could simply pull a meal out of her pocket and toss it back without interrupting her work. She'd thought about that, and then she'd thought about how many people such a creation might potentially benefit, and then she'd set off to work. Without a snack break, of course.

After several trial runs with increasing success, Penne thought she might finally have something close to a finished product. She felt confident that they were safe to test on herself; she'd worked out any alarming kinks a handful of attempts ago, and the most recent batches had been perfectly harmless, albeit not particularly filling. Now, as she looked down at the tray of little orange pills, her exhausted, work-fried brain began a debate with itself.

It's a new batch, her brain said. We should just start with one.

The formula is barely any different from the last, it argued.

But it could be different enough.

It shouldn't be. We barely altered the density of it.

It would be dangerous and idiotic to start with two. What if it's too much?

But if one isn't enough--and I doubt it will be--we'll have to wait even longer to try it with two.

Patience is a virtue. Whatever happened to lab safety?

Fuck it. We're trying two.

Penne picked up two of the little orange capsules, hesitated for a moment, and then, with a quick swig of water, she swallowed them. She sat still for a moment, holding her breath as she waited for something to happen. For a few moments, nothing did. Then, slowly, she felt her empty stomach begin to fill up as the capsules released their expanding mass of nutrients. Gradually, her hunger faded, and it wasn't long before she felt full. And then very full. And then stuffed. Her heart fluttered nervously in her chest as her normally concave belly began to puff out round and firm. Shit, she thought.

The growth didn't seem to be slowing. Her stomach continued to distend, pushing out hard as the mass inside it expanded. She was well beyond stuffed now, and her belly felt painfully tight as it bloated up even more, pressing out against her baggy shirt. Her belt, snug around her normally narrow waist, creaked as the pressure beneath it grew. Frantically, she reached down and undid it. Moments later, her expanding belly forced the button of her pants open.

An ungraceful cry of panicked discomfort escaped Penne as her stomach stretched rapidly, and her back arched as her belly pushed out further and further. She felt the air that had been trapped in her stomach begin to bubble up toward her throat, and she forced up a burp in a desperate attempt to release some of the pressure building inside her. It didn't help. She clutched her stomach, gasping with panic. It was rock hard, packed tightly with the ever-expanding nutritional mass.

As her stomach began to reach its absolute limit, Penne shut her eyes, bracing herself for the worst. By some miracle, though, the expansion slowed, and, mercifully, it finally stopped. She remained frozen for a moment, holding her breath, and then, when she was sure it was over, she let herself relax. She couldn't relax too much, though; her belly was so tightly distended she could barely move. It ached terribly. She let out a pained moan, cautiously rubbing her taut, top-heavy belly.

She was almost afraid to look down at herself, but she did. Her belly jutted out shockingly beneath her ribs. Her shirt, which had been loose and wrinkled only five minutes earlier, was now pulled smoothly over the painful bulge of her bloated stomach. With barely a pinch of spare fat to speak of on her lanky frame, her belly had absolutely no give left to it.

Carefully, she tried to stand, but her overstuffed stomach cramped sharply, and she quickly dropped back down into her chair with a pitiful moan. Her stomach, hugging the enormous mass of not-quite-food for dear life, let out a strained gurgle. She sat there, belly sticking out absurdly, hoping nobody came along and saw her. I told you so, her brain scolded. Groaning, she let her head fall back and closed her eyes, resigning herself to a long night of digestion.

[askourweavetalecharacters]

Question for ga a star. Please tell the others to eat, please. Please

I... I don't know what came over me to do all of these characters. I just knew I had to.

[sbnkalny]

Who's your favorite Beatle? there's john lemon, paul Townsend, george's hairy son, BONGO and an immense army of dancing, shouting willow bushes, closing in from all directions

age-empres

[kidron]

Friends.

Baby Cribsy, Otter that owes me a hug, Lime colored tiger with squishable cheeks, Snorpy, Hairy ( he's a spider...? ), Lemonade iced tea bear, Sad monkey who made him sad i can fight, Red panda.

[coffentyme]

Hey- tapping the mic is- is thing on?? Yeah, okay. Ahem.

Just cause your belly doesn’t fold nicely, isn’t smooth and scar free, doesn’t photograph well, or has loose skin on the bottom or sides doesn’t make it any less desirable.

Please I’m BEGGING, you are still worthy of being loved and desired. I love you and all the ways you look

[capt-t-leela]

Private Lee Lemon will not be handing out candy tonight, but I wanted to reblog on Halloween because this solider fills me with hope. And some other emotions that are weird and deeply confusing.

“My friends always die if I’m not there to save them.” - Hermes Conrad

Lololol Happy Halloween, jerkwads.

[johnnyprimecc]

The Hairy Lemon

First, check out my Ride & Review video HERE: My wife and I went on a little food and bar crawl this past weekend, and The Hairy Lemon was our first stop for a bite. We tried two flavors of wings: spicy orange and ginger sauce, and mango habanero. We liked the mango habanero better, but neither were particularly as spicy as we had hoped. We also tried their tots. These were nice, but just…

[bigwishes]

Caption Drop

Corey made his wish, he wanted to be huge, a massive muscular beast, he wanted men to be shocked when they say him naked. He thought he had coved all his bases when making his demands to the Djinn "I want to be huge, only muscle growth, i wanna have awesome abs, I want men Im about to sleep with be shocked when I take off my pants in front of them, I dont wanna lose any intelligence, I dont wanna be hairy, I just wanna be a hyper masculine muscle cow" The Djinn smiled granting his wish. Corey got the body of his dreams, unfortunately for him he did think about how he casually threw in being a muscle cow and moments after his muscled stopped inflating he felt a pain in his groin, watching his pants bulge outwards the zipper suddenly split open. Corey stared in shock, his balls had become the size of a beachball, his dick was gone now instead four dicks hung off the corner of his sack making it look like a giant udder.

"wh-WHAT DID YOU DO TO MM..MEEE....MOOOOOOOOOO"

"well you did say you wanted to be a big muscle cow" the Djinn laughed in response

"MOOOOOOOOO!!! MOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Corey yelled, the noise of a frustrated bull replacing his voice, but the Djinn was unable to understand him and so the desperate attempts to reverse the beastly part of his wish were simply ignored.

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Kyle always wanted to be a competitive bodybuilder but he could never stick to the diet to cut down enough to go on stage, nor did he have the confidence. He had all the muscle, if only he could shift the bodyfat and think he was worthy of being on stage. Kyle made a simple wish "I wish I looked good enough for the stage, I wish I had the confidence to stand in front of all those guys"

Suddenly the clothes Kyle was wearing was replaced with a slutty harness, something snapped in his brain and all his nervous anxiety was replaced with cocky douchbag thoughts. Kyle was ready for the stage alright, not as a bodybuilder, but instead as a slutty horny man whore.

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Less than 5 minutes ago John was a much smaller twunk. He pumped into a guy at the gym, his sweat smeared across him. John called the guy a disgusting sweaty roid pig. The guy was ready to drop it but John continued to tell him how he'd never wanna be that big, he cracked a joke saying the man probably stunk like a locker room 24/7 because of how hard it would be to move his body. Suddenly two guys grabbed John's arms and the man he made fun of forced his jaw open and shoved what tasted like a small lemon lolly. John's body began to grow uncontrollably. Soon he was a giant freak. John stared at his new body, the body of a giant sweaty gorilla, his stench was worse than anything he had ever smelt before and the 3 bodybuilders who were pinning him down moments ago were now laughing at him and his awful stench in the corner of the locker room.

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[askourweavetalecharacters]

ga a star.

tell everyone to drink some W A T E R

Ah... stay hydrated!

[sbnkalny]

I'm searching and I'll melt into you what happens when you want a dance, you little bitch? i’ll have a kylo tee on.

aniel

[reversedumbrella]

teruki week 2024: happy birthday teruki

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[ID: a five page comic for teruki week day 7: birthday. the first 3 pages happen inside a clothing shop's dressing room, where teru is trying multiple outfits while out of view mob comments on them. the first two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 1: fire/electricity. on the first fit, teru wears a top with a flame on it and fluffy long sleeves colored orange and yellow. his pants have five sections, each with flame designs. one red, one orange, one green, one blue and one purple. teru is wearing flipflops. mob comments "colorful." on the second fit, teru wears a green long sleeve shirt, a vest made out of fake lightning bolts, pants made out red, blue and black electric cables and boots. mob comments "zappy."

mob sits on a benchon the dressing room, right by him his flip phone is ringing. mob says "those look really good. anything else, Hanazawa". out of viwe teru replies "PLENTY! and with this years birthday money I might be able to take it all home!"

the second two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 2: school/festival. on the first fit teru is wearing a torn version of his school uniform. he smiles while rocking his head back and forth. mob comments "rock n' roll". on the second fit teru wears viana do Castelo's typical women clothing, nowadays just worn for an anual parade. red cloth on his head, large golden earings and necklaces. red shawl over a white shirl. large red apron over a black skirt. white socks and black shoes. mob comments "wow."

the third two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 3: star/copy. on the first fit teru wears a sparkly five point star around his head, star sunglasses, a pink top, jeans with two big sparkly stars over each knee and a lot of small stars all over, pink high heels. he wears bracelets similar to his head apparatus. mob comments "shinny." on the second fit there are two teru's each wearing outfits only differing in color, with only the shorts being the same. a top over a t-shirt over a long-sleeve shirt. shorts over leggings and sneakers. mob comments "maybe the shorts on the left…"

mob is sitting on the dressing room bench. his phone is either still ringing or ringing again. up to interpretation.

the fourth two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 4: official art/omake. the first fit comes from official art. purple and blue cap, green jacket over a white shirt with a lemon pattern. red shorts over greyscale camouflage leggings. green and yellow sneakers. none of these colors go well together. mob comments "fun." on the second fit teru is wearing a beach outfit. shirtless with blue beach shorts and green sandals. he has colorful necklaces and bracelets. with his right he's grabbing abucket with a shovel inside. on his head he's balancing a beach ball wearing heart sunglasses. mob comments "careful"

the fifth two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 5: hair/trauma. in the first fit teru is wearing a crazy wig that covers his upperbody and arms. it has four ponytails and is covered in braids. it also gives him a large moustache. he's wearing red leggings and green shoes. mob comments "hairy". the second fit is a brocolli and boots. both meet at his calves. his arms are free but his hands have smaller brocolli over them. this is the only fit mob doesn't comment on.

mob is sitting on the bench when teruki grabs him while saying "C'MON". mob replies "huh?!" and teru answers "you didn't really though i was buying just for me?!"

the last outfit was inspired by teruki week day 6: protagonist/rival. mob is the one wearing it. mob's outfit is a clash of colors and patterns. sweater with a star design around the neck. the neck is red, the star is orange and the rest of the sweater is yellow ith green stripes and dots. pink bell bottoms with bright pink stars. teru is showering mob in compliments. he drowns himself in dread thinking "i should have known kageyama-kun would have looked amazing regardless of what he wears. those clothes are too bold even for me but he dawns the clothes i picked with such ease. i have lost again. he is my rival even in fashion sense. there is no way i could have ever won against him…"

the next two apges are the aftermath of the shopping spree. mob and teru laugh and walk with multiple bags, teru carrying two and mob carrying the rest on his arms. happy, teru looks up and then at mob. he says "thank you for getting some time to spend on my birthday with me. i know you have a busy life". mob blushes and turns away saying " no problem. i like spending time with you…" mob phone rings again. teru points at it and says: "there goes your phone again". mob makes all his left arm bag levitate and uses it to open the phone. mob clarifies "just master reigen. there'sa complicated client . he keeps texting in case i need to go there" out of view teru comments "it's nice he calls in advance" to wich mob throws a side-eye. mob looks surprised at his phone, grabs teru and screams "we have to go!!" mob and teru run with the bags floating around them. teru goes up the satirs to reigen's office. out of view mob says "prepare for anything!" teru grabs the door handle and opens the door. inside reigen, serizawa, tome, ritsu and the awakening lab kids scream "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" reigen is holding a cake with 15 candles. end ID]