#so lemony

[borgeslabyrinth]

I bought sumac to make some za'atar and I just tried it..... immediately googling what I can put sumac in because I'm obsessed

[jacklyn-flynn]

Although an incredibly generous lover, there are some days when taking is far more fun than giving. Though it's rare to have a full day together, Cullen and his sweetheart occasionally use it to play a game of give-and-take. 

There are only three rules. 

Each time they do something pre-determined at the beginning of the day like speaking, lowering their hands from over their head, or moving to name a few, they add another count to the number of times Cullen will bring them to the edge of release. 

He gets to come as often as he pleases so long as the third rule is met. 

At the end of the adventure, when his sweetheart has paid their debt, they come together, often with blinding, toe-curling results. 

Cullen kissed along Dejah's spine, fingers brushing her skin as he pushed her raven hair over her skin. She was laid out beneath him on her stomach, arms raised over her head. Her cheek rested against the soft sheets on their bed, a black satin blindfold hiding her eyes from him. The slim lines of her vallaslin were always more pronounced when her cheeks were flushed. Beautifully so. She hummed softly, the sound almost a purr. 

“Careful, my love. You’ve only one more to endure. It would be a shame to add another, wouldn’t it?” If asked a question, she was allowed to respond. 

“I couldn’t…not again,” she whimpered.

“Just one more, you’re doing so good. I’ll be lenient this time.” He kissed her shoulder before kneeling beside her. “Roll onto your back.” 

She did immediately and he slid an arm beneath her shoulders, cradling her against his chest. He looked down at her, removing the blindfold. She blinked up at him, adjusting to the dull pre-dusk light that filtered through the stained-glass doors to the balcony. 

Dejah smiled up at him, lips full and rosy. Not an hour ago he’d spilled in her mouth as he edged her with his fingers. Since then, he’d explored her body, letting her come down more than usual for her last test. 

His free hand tilted her chin up, running along her jaw. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “if you can keep my gaze and stroke my cock through it, all other trespasses will be forgiven.” 

She swallowed hard, nodding. “Good girl,” Cullen rumbled, lowering his head to kiss her as his hand snaked between her legs. His cock twitched as he pulled away and found he already had her full attention. Her lashes fluttered but she didn’t close her eyes or look away as her hand wrapped around him and his fingers sought between her folds. She was wet enough on her own, having been brought to the brink of release over and over. As two thick fingers slid into her heat, his own seed helped eased their passage. 

Dejah’s sharp inhale and low moan made him want to abandon the game and sink himself inside of her again. As much pleasure as he got from teasing her, nothing-nothing-matched the feel of her coming around him. His thumb circled her swollen clit, fingers curling inside of her. Her hips rose and sank back down immediately, a conditioned response from a full day of pleasurable torment despite the permission he’d just given her. 

He smiled down at her as her moans grew even louder. “Can I trust you to tell me when you’re close?” 

Her eyes widened and she nodded quickly. “I promise,” Dejah assured him quickly, “I promise.” 

It didn’t take long to bring here there. Despite the break, her body was desperate for him to fulfill the promise of release he’d given at the beginning of the day. She chanted his name, clearly struggling to keep her eyes on his and her hand stuttered as she stroked him. He knew her well enough to see the signs. His fingers slowed slightly. “Are you there?” 

“Not yet, so close but not yet,” she assured him, squeezing his cock and finding her rythmn again. 

“Good girl,” he murmured and she shivered, basking in his praise. Cullen wasn’t sure if she would be able to stop him in time the way she was hurtling toward the edge, but she did. 

“Stop! I’m there!” Her hips shot up, but she didn’t try and pull away. He saw a shimmer of tears in her eyes and knew that even if she’d earned another round of edging, he wouldn’t be able to deny her anymore. 

Cullen withdrew his fingers and lowered his head to kiss her again. Her arm wrapped around him, clinging for dear life. 

His arm unwound from her shoulders and he moved over her, nudging her knees apart with one of his own. He settled between her thighs and immediately sank into her to the hilt. 

“Cullen!” Her cry sent a bolt of pleasure from the base of his skull down his spine. 

“I’m there with you, Dejah,” he panted, hooking one of her pale legs over his arm. Despite the fact that their four-poster bed had to weigh more than an entire herd of druffalo, it shook under the force of his thrusts. “You feel so good. Come for me, sweetling.” 

She took a few gasping breaths and then with a shout, she came. Her back arched and her head pressed back into the pillows, eyes rolling closed beneath dark lashes. Her leg shook against his arm and her hips jerked up to meet his. It was his turn to chant her name, slamming into her spasming cunt until he was spilling inside of her again.

Burying himself to the hilt, he released her leg and laid over her, wrapping his arms around her to crush her against him. It was the sweetest torture, the sensation of her clenching around him as he grew more sensitive. 

Another stroke sent a bolt of pleasure bordering on pain through him. When he did though, she cried out again. “Cullen!” A string of expletives followed, a mix of Dalish and common tongue. “I’m coming again, please don’t stop, please!” 

He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, rising over her again. He dug deep for the self-control, fighting through the sensitivity his release had fostered. Rutting into her again with primal instinct alone, he urged her on and almost immediately felt her clamp around him again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she repeated over and over, whimpering as another release washed over her. 

With a shout, he pulled out of her, unable to stand it anymore. Game over, her hand snaked to his hair, fisting between her fingers and pulling him down for a kiss. He felt dizzy by the time she broke it and they both gasped for air. 

“Cullen,” she rasped, throat dry from panting and shouting, “Ar lath ma, vhenan. Ar lath ma.” 

“I love you too,” he growled, nuzzling her cheek. “I think we deserve a bath, don’t you?” 

“Would you-” she still struggled to speak and catch her breath at the same time, -”be mad if I said-" she hummed as another aftershock rolled through her, "-I wanted to bathe alone? I don’t think I could possibly stand it if you touched me anymore. I can’t remember the last time I came twice so close together, let alone that hard.” 

Cullen laughed, shaking his head. “Not mad at all,” he assured her, “in fact, the opposite. I have satiated the insatiable.” 

“Remember that tomorrow." She chuckled, stroking his cheek. 

“What’s tomorrow?” he asked, fearing he’d forgotten something. 

“Tomorrow, I get to do this to you.” Her lips teased his ear before whispering into it; “Mala suledin nadas.”

[rhinky-thoughts]

how much would link beg for something in his ass while he’s sucking rhett off? like would he just whine and beg for a finger, two, three while he’s got rhett’s dick in his mouth?? would he beg for a toy? or someone else’s tongue?? bet he’d love for rhett to just reach behind him and start teasing with a finger, just playin’ for a bit, before fucking him with it till he can’t concentrate on his mouth full of cock.

[bold-sartorial-statement]

The One With All The Kissing (15826 words) by Thette / @bold-sartorial-statement for @destielonfire

Chapters: 6/6 (AKA FINALLY FINISHED!!!)

Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, Barry Allen/Iris West, Barry Allen/Leonard Snart/Iris West, Leonard Snart/Iris West, Lily Stein/Iris West

Characters: Barry Allen, Iris West, Leonard Snart, Lily Stein

Additional Tags: Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Bisexual Barry Allen, Bisexual Iris West, Pansexual Leonard Snart, Fluff, Established Relationship, Inspired by Friends (TV), Post-Oculus (DC's Legends of Tomorrow), oculus fix-it, Leonard Snart Lives, Martin Stein Lives, Freebie list, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Canonical Character Death, [lemon tags available at AO3]

Summary:

...or: Five Steps on Iris and Barry's Journey to Polyamory, and One Step They Took Together with Len

Barry and Iris navigate the waters of polyamory, starting with such a simple thing as a Freebie List, and ending up in a poly triad with Leonard Snart. (Oh, and Iris has a girlfriend, too.)

[amysnotdeadyet]

I Remember When

Steve/Bucky, in the middle of happy lemon time. By which I mean boning.

Bucky pressed Steve back into the bed, grinning down at him with fond eyes as he straddled his lover. "I remember when this used to be easier," he said, feeling the strain of thighs spread wide over Steve's hips. They weren't anything as wide as his shoulders, but it was still a helluva lot more muscle than back in the '40s.

"I dunno, Buck," said Steve, smirking up at him, "I think you're plenty easy these days." His fingers found the spunk-slick crease of Bucky's ass and dipped inside, both of their dicks already most of the way back to hardness. "I remember when it took ages to get you ready for me."

Bucky hummed in agreement, rocking against Steve more purposefully now. "I liked that sometimes, though. Your mouth, those giant puppy paws of yours, and a half a jar of Vaseline."

Steve snorted. "Lube's better these days," he said, finding it and slathering some over his dick.

"You're, oh, not wrong there." Bucky gasped when Steve hoisted him bodily up and onto that thick cock, feeling it slide right back to where it had been, filling him up with warmth and solidity. "God, that feels good."

"Not God, just Captain America." Steve thrust up and pulled down, getting another gasp along with Bucky's groan.

"That was fucking terrible," he said, giving a squeeze that made Steve's eyes go wide and dark. "You're my Stevie is what you are, and as big a punk as ever."

"Yeah, I am," said Steve, sliding his hands into Bucky's, twining their fingers together and starting a new rhythm, one that matched the beat of their hearts, slow and steady as the way they'd learned to love in this new world. "You love me anyway, jerk."

"Always," said Bucky, ducking his head, leaning in for a kiss. "Forever. 'Til the end of the line and after."

Steve kissed back harder, rolling them over and pinning Bucky down. "Forever," he  growled, and Bucky felt a surge of triumph as Steve put his back into it, making the bed creak and Bucky moan. Even without all their history together, Bucky doubted he'd ever find anyone who could match him thrust for thrust, orgasm for orgasm, who could give everything Bucky could take and more.

He was drunk on it, heady with it, and he clutched at Steve's shoulders with both hands just to watch the bruises blossom and fade like slow-motion flowers, just to hear Steve growl again at the transient pain in the midst of their pleasure. Bucky loved the way Steve's hips pressed his thighs wider, the way Steve's size filled him deep with a heat that made him feel like he'd never be empty or cold again.

He knew it was true when Steve's face went slack with the ecstasy he'd found in Bucky's body, and there was nothing he could do but give in to his own drowning need.

Steve pressed his forehead against Bucky's and whispered, "And after."

Also on AO3 here.

[senruthmartinsbob]

It looks better in person but let me tell u my taste buds are orgasming it turned out so good

[osinyy]

@metalarmmantm | based on this post

They’d been at it for hours. His stamina was downright shocking in the best of ways. After a break during which they just lay next to each other panting, Nadia swung her leg up and over his hips until she was crouched low over her partner. Her hands easily found his wrists, holding them up on either side of his head while she flexed and rolled and generally ground down against him. The brunette tossed her hair over her shoulder with a twist of her neck before sweeping down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss.

[tinyspringtrap]

my mom, watching me pour lemon juice on salmon before putting it in the oven: are you sure that’s not too much?

me, squeezing even more lemon onto the salmon: nah its fine