#lemon 2

[pikaclan]

Moon 624

Season: Newleaf

Overarching Events

Not enough med cats

Ceremonies

Finally at 20 moons, Bansheeflood gives Sootpaw a friendly nudge when the leader calls their name. They watch in pride as Sootpaw steps froward to receive their new name, Sootghost, and are honored for their intensity.

Spikestar stands above the Clan and proclaims that Runnelpaw shall now be known as Runnelsting, honoring their commitment

Births

Ploverbone goes to visit Snowbuzz in the nursery with their new litter of 6 kits, on a completely innocent mission to deliver food to the new parent. Alas, neither survive the next event for Bleakbadger to learn the truth of his kits' birth, and neither do half of the kits . . . (those that died I cannot change their name due to challenge rules)

Cloudykit (male), Elmkit (female), Magpiekit (male), Lemonkit (male), Sycamorekit (female), Crestkit (female)

Deaths

Umbershade died of greencough

Dayholly grieves but is not stricken

Ploverbone, Freezequake, Laurelchirp, Marshkit, Foxglovekit, mountainkit, Snowbuzz, Russetfire, Driftsong, Floodtrot, Streakpaw, Raggedkestrel, Cherrywhisker, Cottonkit, Iciclemuzzle, Hollyhockpaw, Sorrelscratch, Hillseed, Sycamorekit, Sparknip, lemonkit, Crestkit, larkspurkit, Crocusfuzz, and Applekit are killed after a fire rages through camp, of which started in the nursery (hence the many kit deaths).

Flipfang, Runnelsting, Twilightpaw grieve Ploverbone but are not stricken

Bleakbadger is grief-stricken over Snowbuzz Fleckflit grieves but is not stricken

Wildmask is grief-stricken over Russetfire

Streakpaw is granted the name Streaksight in StarClan (not counting for challenge)

Hollyhockpaw is granted the medicine cat name Hollyhockspot in StarClan (not counting for challenge)

Sproutsour grieves but is not stricken over Sorrelscratch

Hillseed is sent to the dark forest for ignoring Hollyhockspot's visions as her mentor, which could have made the fire preventable. Instead, she succumbed to jealousy

Milkweedshine and Gravelmimic grieve Sparknip but are not stricken

Sableprance grieves his kits but is not stricken

Flybark grieves Crocusfuzz but is not stricken

only 30 images allowed, tbc . . .

[grabthekitties]

Chilling while bungie attempts to extinguish their server room (I believe in them!)

[lemon-bread-slice]

edit: i've been reminded in the tags that False also won the Grian Head Hunt so pretend that's scribbled at the bottom of False's list

[doctorsiren]

sorry for the lack of posting, I’ve been swamped with doing art for finals as well as just end of the semester stuff, but I replayed Portal 2 this week and drew up some thumbnails for fun

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Bathroom Stall

Player 001 solo shot [SMUT] 📸

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Inspired from @457gf head canon:

hwang inho who runs to the bathroom shortly after, unable to take more of the aching caused by your precious eyes. he's pressed up against a stall, hand working fast over his thick cock as images of you flood his mind. you're so cute and naive, he wants nothing more than to break you. you're so stupid, you believed his little lie, not even questioning any further. and god, the way you called him "mister young-il" in that tired voice of yours before flopping back down, a sigh of relief escaping, made him feel even more perverted. you were so young and truly trusted him to look after you. he couldn't get the thought of you underneath him, begging him to keep using you like a fleshlight out of his gross head.

Story Below

“Mister Young il?” You tapped his shoulder. He turned his head towards you. Your (e/c) eyes pulling his attention from every conversation to focus on you.

“Yes, (y/n)?” He says sweetly. As if he hasn’t been thinking about you in the nastiest ways possible. God, how his cock ached for you. He willed himself not to harden in his sweats, though it was impossibly hard not to.

“Are you going to drink your milk?” You ask, slightly ashamed to ask an elder for their milk.

“No, I’m not.” He smiled passing it up to you. “I don’t like plain milk. I only like flavored”

“Thank you!” You bowed quickly before sitting across from him with Jun Hee. Your eyes wide and happy, as if the day never happened. Oh how he wished he could just watch them as they welled with tears as he had his cock down your throat.

“Excuse me, guys. I need to use the restroom” he stood and quickly walked towards the bathroom. “Fucking damn it” he thought to himself as he locked the stall behind him. Pressing his back against the door, he pulled his cock out. Throbbing and red, he began to jerk himself. Images of you rushing his mind. Doing things your innocent self didn’t even imagine you doing.

“God” he said as he pressed his hand against a wall. Jerking his thick cock roughly. He let a memory from last night flood his mind. How he promised to watch over you as you slept instead, leaving gentle kisses and touches on you while you dreamt. Your eyes opening tired and slow when you noticed it. How you sighed when he assured you that he was making sure you were okay. Lies, lies, lies, all of it. A fucking-

“Lie” he said aloud as he pumped his cock. What he was really doing was trying to take advantage of you as you slept. ‘I am dirty pervert’ he said to himself.

He thought about how he wished he could just use your mouth like the disgusting man he really is. Tearing your throat and pussy apart with the cock he was stroking right now. Or maybe, fingering you till the point of a river of tears flowed from your eyes. He didn’t know what he wanted more. To use you, or make you feel like a-

“Fucking angel” he spoke slurred. “Fucking angel” he looked down at his cock. He pressed himself against the door once more, quickening his strokes as he felt a release. “Come on, (y/n) stroke my cock” he thought as he looked towards the ceiling, attempting to displace the shame he felt by watching himself stroke his dick.

“Good girl” he’d say. “Such a good fucking girl”

He began to cum, his load shooting onto the wall, dripping down slowly as he continued to cum. Thick long strands came from his cock as he stroked himself dry.

“All of this cum (y/n), all of this wasted fucking cum. Is for you” he thought as he stared at it. Breathing hard, he heard his name.

“Young il?” Gi hun said. “Young il, are you okay?”

“Uh yeah, the food upset my stomach” he laughed quickly. “I’ll be out in just a second.” He quickly cleaned the tip of his dick and the wall of the bathroom stall. He stood there for a minute, making sure he pee’d before he left to avoid suspicion. Flushing the toilet he walked out to Gi-Huns face.

“Sorry, I’m just making sure you’re okay, you’d been gone awhile” he said.

“Yeah, sorry about that” young il chuckled as he washed his hands.

“(Y/n) was worried so I came to check” Young il felt another pang in his cock. The mention of your name excited him. He quickly used his sweats to wipe off water subtly arranging his cock.

“Excuse me for a second, I’m not sitting comfortably, if you know what I mean” he turned behind a urinal to fix him cock till it calmed.

Walking back into the room, you jumped in his arms.

“I was worried about you!” You say innocently. “You were gone for so long, I thought something mighta happened” you kissed his cheek as he chuckled.

“No just bad food.” Another little lie from him soothed you as he carried you and sat down. “I’m fine I promise”

“Good, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you!” You say as you got comfortable, almost sitting right on his cock. He smirked, arousal beginning to form all over again. You kissed his cheek again, this time catching the corner of his lip.

“(Y/n) are you trying to kiss me?”

“Maybe” you giggle.

“Wait till night time, I can give you way better than a kiss” he whispered in your ear. Winking at your surprised face.

[lemon-wedges]

Behold thou art fair, my beloved, behold thou art fair..let me see thy face, let me hear thy voice. For thy voice is harmonious and thy face enchanting, thou has ravished my heart...thy lips drop as the honeycomb....thy palate a heady wine that goes straight to my love and flows over my lips and teeth....

Umberto Eco - The Name of the Rose

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Monk x Shinto Priest Au

[trasho-pando2011]

that one meme I saw on tiktok but with my music taste

[holidayjingles]

Lemon Demon

Fanart I made After watching @krismasau 's Deltarune MAP animation! Its very cool ! Go check It out

[mephone-3gs]

Various works of Everest art from this past month. Some may have been posted here already idk

[actaphere]

Back into portal

Making my au into a fanfiction :3

[mr-archaeoptryx]

New album just dropped‼️‼️

[ningadudexx]

this cat is so awesome... he needs professional help!!!!!

[ringstoss]

Sour...

[sun-marie]

A moment, some point in late Act 2

(based off the Patch 4 notes mentioning we can now wash the dirt off our companions 💜)

[doctorsiren]

gives them hands so they can hold them and also wheatley is there too

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Just a little bit

In Ho x reader [Smut] 📸

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Hwang “Just the tip” In Ho

Takes place during season 1.

You were late. Late to wake up, late to work, late. He’s gonna kill me you thought. You knew your boss would definitely be the one to shoot you down. He’d be glad to. You said your prayers and walked out your door, struggling to pull your hood over your head correctly.

You were a square mask. Utmost respect, important, you were gonna die today. You knew you. Cold sweats as you walked towards your post. Another square mask turned his head towards you before looking back and straight ahead.

“Come see me in my office. Now.” The Front Man said.

“Yes sir” you spoke, standing and following him to his office. He was angry, you could hear it in each authoritative step he took. He stood in front of you.

“Remove your mask” you bowed and removed it. (Y/n) (l/n)”

“Yes sir. ID code: 001456457” you stated.

“I didn’t ask for your ID code, idiot.” He spat harshly.

“Why were you late?”

“Sir, I was kept up late by the workers being rambunctious” you said. “Workers 014 and 026 kept making noise and horsing around, I had to attend to them sir. As duty manager 001, I am bound to report them and keep them in line”

“I’m aware of what your job entails as 001, I created the job of 001” he said calmly. “(L/n), do you know why you’re placed as manager 001?”

“No sir” you shook your head.

“Because you’re pretty.” He spoke. “Because the closer you are to me, the easier it is for me to get my hands on you and no one care to ask, because you’re so high up, they know you could kill them and get away with it”

“Thank you sir” you bowed.

“No need for thanks. Drop the act. Let’s speak as humans not as boss and worker” he said. “Look at the food chain, (y/n), CEO are my bosses, I am your boss, you are the boss of soldiers and workers. When you mess up, they act up. You cannot be late”

“Are you going to kill me?” You blurt. In Hos eyes widened.

“No, I’m going to torture you in a way you’ve never imagined.” He said, looked at you through the eyes of the mask. You felt his gaze. “Strip” he ordered.

“Sir?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he said with warning. You set your mask in the pocket, removing your shiesty (the ski mask thing they wear). The sound of your zipper echoed through the silent room. Your pink suit dropped to the floor. Revealing a small lazy bra and a matching thong.

His cock aches for you. In Ho told himself this was justified. Worse than killing you, sexual torment. No release. He was a predator and you were his prey. He was going to destroy you inside out till you were convinced it was love and you needed him.

“Turn around.” He gave another order. “You tell anyone what you saw and what we dis in here today and really will kill you, (l/n)”

“Yes sir”

The Front man removed his mask, a handsome face hit behind that cold steel mask. He wasn’t handsome he was

“Beautiful” you said aloud. “You’re beautiful” the corner of his lip curled into a smile before disappearing. No longer visible, now all that was there was the same serious expression. How could an angel be so serious? You thought. He pushed you onto his bed. Undoing his clothes he stood bare in front of you. Abs shining as the sun peeked through the tall windows, a golden light cast upon him.

“Spread your legs.” You nodded, spreading them. “I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this (y/n) and afterwords, you’ll be wanting more but sent away to your quarters feeling empty” he declared to you. Trailing the tip of his erect cock down the front of your thong.

You let out a soft whimper as In Ho's cock made contact with your clit, only thing between true satisfaction was your thin lace. He started rubbing gently, the friction building between you, your wetness exceeding out of your pussy and past your thong. Low grunts rumbled from his throat as he moved against you, each motion eliciting more whimpers from you.

You watched helplessly as he fucked you. The string of your thong separating him cock from entering you, but you dripping arousal getting his cock wet.

As you continued, your breathing synchronized, heavy and labored. In Ho's movements became more urgent, his grunts deeper and closer together. Your whimpers turned into moans now - "oh god" escaping your lips over and over.

You couldn’t ever tell what you were so turned on by… the fact that he was using you to please himself but not satisfying you, or the way he sounded and looked at you as he did.

In Ho finally reached climax, cumming on your thong in hot spurts that left him shuddering with pleasure and relief. Your pussy, though covered, was white. Your groaned in frustration, clawing at him at he departed from you.

“You have no place with me in this moment. Get dressed and return to your post. I don’t want to see you until the end of the day for clock out.” He said getting dressed.

“Yes sir, thank you, sir” you dressed as quickly as you could. Trying to get out of his overwhelming presence. Before you could finish walking past him, he gripped your forearm tightly.

“Be late again, and next time, I can assure you, I will not be so kind. Do yourself a favor though, (y/n), take pride in your mistake. It got you a ticket to be put on my radar as if I haven’t imagined you bent over my desk. I was just being a gentleman” he let go of you and you scurried off.

He watched you as you did. Smirking like he’s completed something. You’re going to mess up again. That look of desperation said everything he needed to know. You planned on fucking up, just to get back to him. He wanted to destroy you. But he did fall in love with your beauty, just a little bit.