#slight lemons

[writer-by-the-sea]

NSFT - NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR, Minors DNI

Elliott imagines what it would be like with you. On top of you.

Script below if needed.

NSFT, me moaning and sounding desperate as hell, thrown together script, volume warning, and warning for sounding nothing like Elliott should. Enjoy.

I can’t take my eyes off of you. 

Even the way you bend down to pick up a random fruit or vegetable creates lust in my heart. Today, you’re on the beach, half naked and lying on a towel while you soak in the sun. 

While I’ve never been the type of man to openly oggle another being, I couldn’t seem to stop myself; peeking at you from behind my curtains like a sick man. 

Despite years of learning to control myself, to present myself with nothing but elegance and poise; I stroke myself as I watch you. 

How badly I ache for you, how I throb in my hand; my cock needy and leaking just a little bit. 

In my youth, I would have never dared to risk being caught like this. Moaning your name and fucking my own hand while I imagine you below me. 

Your legs spread wide, your face filled with ecstasy as I pound into you, screaming my name and begging for more, more, more. The way I would crush my lips down onto yours, swallowing your moans as we reach that limit together. 

How you would shake, just a touch, your head thrown back and your voice silent and, for just a moment, the only sound in the room is my hips smacking into yours as I push harder and faster into you–

And then you cum, shouting it to the heavens as I finally settle in to chase my own high. Dropping my head into your shoulder, my hips thrusting with abandon until I finally finish with you. Filling you with my cum, each rope of it decorating your inner walls before it’s close to overflowing-

Fuck-

My free hand punches into the wall to support me while I finish into my occupied hand, my cum coating my fingers and dripping onto the old weathered floor. 

When I look back up out the windows, you’re still there; blissfully unaware of the man watching you. 

One day, you may be mine, and I will forever wait for you.

[lwde-encrusted-sideblog]

Jaune: Penny! Thanks the Gods!

Penny: You seem out of Breath, and in a state of heightened arousal What has happened?

Jaune: Weiss and her Family have lost it!

Penny: How so?

~~~~~

Jaune: Hey, Weissssssss ...

Jaune: Hey, What, uh, What are you Wearing?

Weiss: *Dressed as 2B, minus the skirt* It is my prerogative to help Humanity in anyway I can.

Weiss: *Pressing herself against Jaune* Is there anything I may assist you with?

Jaune: Humina Humina Humina-

Weiss: Its Certainly Feels there may be something~

Jaune: *Pauses, Sprints out of Room fighting his arousal*

~~~~~

Jaune: Winter? Wint-

Winter: *Dressed as A2, Holding a sword just under his Chin* Hm. If she was too Forward it would seem. Though, I know That I will succeed where she failed-

Jaune: *Splashes water on her, Sprints away again fighting more arousal*

~~~~~

Jaune: Ms. Schnee! Weiss and Winter have gone nuts!

Willow: I'm in My bathroom Right now, just sit on my bed and I'll be out in a moment!

Jaune: O-Okay. The thing is, They're dressed up as characters from a video game- And it's all really Skimpy! I don't know why they're acting like this-

Willow: *Steps out dressed as the Commander* I know my hair doesn't match The one their having me dress as, but I hope it's not too far off~

Jaune: *Leaps up, runs off once more*

Willow: Oh I so do Love The hunt!

~~~~~

Jaune: *Hides in Whitley's closet*

Jaune: Breathe, breathe, You'll be fine.

Whitley: I'd say you already are fine~

Jaune: AH!

Whitley: *Dressed as 9S* I'd Rather be the one screaming. C'mon It'll be fun! It's not like this is Prohibited~

Jaune: *Hard-On Tearing his pants, Sprints to door*

Door: *Is Locked*

Whitley: I'm not as foolish as my family-

Jaune: *Jumps out Window*

Whitley: ... Shit.

~~~~~

Jaune: And that's why I'm here!

Penny: That does seem like a Very Distressing scenario. Follow me, I will take you somewhere where your Stress may be believed. *Penny begins walking*

Jaune: *Following* Where are we Going?

Penny: To my Dormitory. We may help there.

Jaune: *Entering The Dormitory* "We"

Ciel: *Dressed as 2P, Bent over a bed* We.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: *Taking Pants Off* Fine, But Penny goes first for Tricking Me.

Penny: That is an Acceptable Outcome! I will inform Specialist Winter so she may bring her family!

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Jaune: Ruby can you crush down those card board boxes?

Ruby: Sure.

Ruby: *puts her whole body weight on the card board box*

Ruby: *hardly depressed it*

Ruby: *pouts*

Jaune: *sees her struggling*

Jaune: *picks her up with one arm*

Jaune: *steps on the box and crushes it with one foot*

Ruby: *internally* Oh my gods. Fuck me sideways.

Ruby: *still in Jaune’s arms* I have never been more horny in my life.

Jaune: Are you serious right now?

Ruby: Put. It. In. Me.

Jaune: I’m a little busy.

Ruby: I’m not actually asking. Don’t you wanna see how flexible I am?

Jaune:

Ruby: *pulls up her skirt a little and loosens her corset*

Ruby: Please? I’ll be a good girl.

Jaune: Yeah I’ve got time.

Ruby: *rubs her face against his cheek like a kitten, purrs* Yay.

[therealmofamorus]

[madmanwonder]

[lordofwought]

Weiss Schnee dressed like General Esdeath of Akame ga Kill!

[babumakeanart]

Only a messy sketch to get down the vibe :DD Will get to it after my exams are done uwu

[superiorsturgeon]

Worth a Thousand Words

Jaune: *walks into restaurant in casual clothes* Hi, we’ve got a reservation for two?

Pyrrha: *disguised in casual clothes with her hair up under a hat and fake glasses* The private booth, please! 😎

Host: Of course, right this way! *leading Arkos couple to a private table in the back of the restaurant*

Aspiring Photographer #1: *watching Jaune/Pyrrha walk by* Holy crap, is that Pyrrha Nikos?

Photographer #2: I think it is! Looks like she’s out on a date in disguise!

Photographer #1: *digs out camera* I’m going to ask for a photo!

Photographer #2: Uh…I don’t think that’s a good idea. I heard that she beat a guy senseless the last time someone bothered her with questions on a date! [Referring to this incident!]

Photographer #1: Oh come on! Everyone knows she’s a complete cinnamon roll! What’s the harm in asking?

In the private Arkos booth…

Waiter: *takes menus* Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit with your order! Let us know if there’s anything else you need!

Pyrrha: Thank you! ☺️

Jaune: Wow, a private booth! I’m glad we don’t have to worry about anyone asking questions or talking selfies with you tonight!

Pyrrha: Uuuugghhh…don’t remind me…! I’m so tired of people watching me everywhere I go! I just want to have a nice, romantic dinner with my boyfriend without having to keep up my public image! 😑

Jaune: *scoots closer and starts gently nuzzling her neck with occasional nibbles* Well…you know something that would REALLY be a change from your usual public image…? 😈

Pyrrha: Oooo…! 🥴 💕 In a public restaurant before the waiter gets back? How lewd and naughty~! *starts undoing Jaune’s belt*

Just outside the Arkos booth…

Photographer: *adjusting camera settings* Okay, here goes nothing…!

Photographer: *steps forward into booth* Excuse me, Pyrrha Nikos! Would you mind posing for a quick piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii……..!

Pyrrha: *top unbuttoned and leaning back on the cushioned bench with her hair down and bottoms off*

Jaune: *topless, pants pulled down, and lined up ready to enter the spartan pussy*

Photographer: 😳

Jaune: 😳

Pyrrha: 😳

Snap!

In the main dining room…

Waiter: *cleaning up plates from empty table* 😗🎶

????: *unholy shriek*

Photographer: *sprinting past holding camera* I REGRET EVERYTHING!!! I REGRET EVERYTHING I’VE RVER DONE!!!

Pyrrha: *in hot pursuit with disheveled hair and only half-dressed* GIVE ME THAT CAMERA!!! 🤬

Photographer: *runs screaming into the street with Pyrrha gaining on them*

Waiter: 😦

Jaune: *hurriedly pulling down his shirt and fastening his pants* Hey, can we get our order to go?

[icewindandboringhorror]

I can't do much productively during the heat wave/health issue flare up/etc. like work on my games or anything where I have to sit at the computer/type for long periods of time, BUT.. I did passively sculpt a few tiny foods lol. I wanted to do one of my bigger usual sculptures, but those take so much more time and concentration, I thought something small just to keep my hands busy would be better.. close up photos look kind of weird and blurry from my camera settings or something, but overall they came out okay, especially in person.. Nearly the only reason I ever wanted to buy dolls as a kid was to get my hands on the miniature foods and plates and stuff that came with them, I've always just been obsessed with small versions of things like that, so.. why not make some! lol

[itscthulhubitch]

this song has been stuck in my head for like, a week now

naturally i had to draw it

[therealmofamorus]

Worth It! (RWBY/DC)

Jaune: Ren.

Ren: Yeah?

Jaune: You are the leader of Team JNPR during my stay in the hospital.

Ren: I will bring you flowers Jaune.

[madmanwonder]

Sequel to this

Prompt

Jaune is so disappointed at Marrow. Not because he is dating Winter since he supports that... but he kept it from him. They were supposed to be bros and Jaune wouldn't do that! That is until the knight gets a voice mail from Harriet... who refers to herself as his Thicclet and talks about the night that they had last night. The more she talks about it the more Marrow is staring at this hypocrite.

(Caught) (Implied Sex)

"What the hell bro,?" Jaune said with great dissapointment, looking at his brother-all-but-blood-and-name. "How can you hide you are dating Winter from me."

"Jaune. Let me explain-" Marrow tried to explain with a nervous look on his face.

"We support to be bros and bros don't keep secret from each oth-"

Jaune Ringtone: "Booty by Jennifer Lopez"

Jaune whole face turned ashen-white when he heard the familiar ringtone. "Oh...shit." Jaune took out his phone and tried to stop his voicemail but was too late.

[Jaune Voicemail]

[Hiya Knight. It me, your Thicclet. I tried calling and texting you to thank you for rocking my world last night but you didn't answer my tex or call so I did a voicemail to thank you for making it hard to walk around Atlas and making me skip breakfast, lunch and dinner due how much you filled with your-]

Marrow eyebrow slowly raised until it reach his hair as he looked at the paling, red-faced knight who was looking at his scroll in horror and humiliation.

"...You damn hypocrite."

[lordofwought]

2024 Calendar - Bayonetta

[limonecat005]

haha sub alhaitham pov for y'all it's alhaitham season

Those uniquely grey eyes, you've grown to get addicted to, stared up at you in a hazy sort of cloud nine. You faintly smile at him when you realise that you were the only one who could make him feel like this. Licking your lips, you slowly drag your gaze down his body covered in his usual black body suit and crawl towards him in slow strides. It was intoxicating; a day of the grey January woes, warmly heated room, jasmine scented candles burning in the back, the light pastel blue of your sheets and the sound of pitter patter on the window due to winter rains.

His hands were pleasantly wrapped on the top of his head and you just couldn't help but run your hands down the muscular arms of his and his completely unguarded, perfectly sculpted torso and then smoothly fit in his waist in your hands. You heard the latter gasp at your touch and your lips almost fit into the devilish smirk you always carried with you when you feel so lost in the feeling of paradise and power. It was addictive, so seductive as his dewy scent lured you further into the crook of his neck.

You were so drunk of his love. So drunk.

Alhaitham inhaled lightly as you trailed sensual kisses, with every drag of your lips and graze of teeth on the smooth expanse of skin. Your hands find their way to slowly tear the sleeveless body suit he wore finding it a nuisance at the moment, almost ripping the fabric to tiny shreds and you couldn't help it. Especially when his pretty lips moved to make the most seductive sounds you had ever heard in your journey of lovers you had over the years.

You gently lift his thighs and place his legs over your shoulders as you dive deeper to reduce the distance and kiss those Chateau Musar coated lips, running a tongue over them to relish the sweet and tang of the Cabernet Sauvignon. And all of these senses felt like a high fever dream because this sensory stimulation was too much that it left you breathless in all the good ways.

So, you slowly remove your shirt and look at him lustfully. "I'm definitely keeping you for the night."

[superiorsturgeon]

The Raw Story

Werewolf!Pyrrha: *eating a raw leg of lamb*

Nora: Wow, look at her go!

Jaune: Yeah, Pyrrha really likes it raw when she transforms…! 🥰

Ren: *slow-roasting lamb for the rest of the team* You mean the meat, right?

Werewolf!Pyrrha: *finishes and promptly wraps herself around Jaune with a happy rumbling sound* 😏

Jaune: …that too! 😁

Ren: …

Nora: …

Ren: …we’re about to EAT here!!!

[dearestones]

Trust Fall (Yandere! Yagami Light x M! Reader)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, implied drugging, slight NSFW, etc.

Anonymous Request: I may or may not have just binged all your yandere Light fics and wow you write him really well!! If requests are still open and you don’t mind writing for him some more, could please maybe do yan Light (romantic) with a male childhood friend reader? Maybe even a little nsfw if that’s okay? Thanks a ton for your work so far!!

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“Would you do it?”

“The only other option is to let you fall.” Light paused in the middle of his note taking, his handwriting as meticulous and detailed as ever. “If you fell at the right angle and without preparation, you could end up with a severe concussion. Or worse.”

“Well yeah, but even if I wasn’t at risk of falling, would you still catch me?”

His brown eyes glinted and he looked back at his notes, the dismissal clear in his actions. “Don’t you trust me? I will always be there for you.”

That was years ago, back when you were still first years in high school, but you can still remember that conversation to this day. 

He didn’t talk to you all that often—he was consumed by his parents’ high expectations—but you knew that he valued your friendship that had arisen from your shared childhood. 

But that was back in high school.

Sometimes, you worry about Light. He’s an all right kind of guy, brilliant and morally upright. However, despite the facade that you’ve seen him portray for everyone, including yourself, you cannot deny that there are moments when you feel like you don’t know him at all. Nowadays, whenever you see him, you’re struck with a sudden feeling that there’s something off about him. Sort of like if you leave last night’s dinner on the counter instead of kept in stasis in your refrigerator. On the surface, nothing’s changed, but if you really pay attention, you’ll find that the food is no longer the same.

In the same way, when you met up with Light several months into his first year at his university, you noticed that Light wasn’t as gregarious or as friendly as he was back in high school. At first, you had chalked it all up to maturation and a heavy workload from higher education, but that theory didn’t hold up too long. His features, already so handsome, had become almost gaunt, his cheekbones sharper and his eyes that much narrower. When he looked at you, he didn’t seem to actually see you.

He was somewhat closed off when you were younger—and you had entertained that he must have been lonely at the top—but now it seemed like he didn’t care. What used to be brown eyes brimming with wide eyed wonder at the world had become colder and harsher. Like water that had hardened to ice. 

Oh, he played the part of someone who was happy to see their childhood friend again. When you approached him, you saw the cogs in his head turn at a terrifyingly high speed, before he made an offhand comment on how great you looked and if you were still in school. It was like a computer had latched onto your figure, made a calculation, and then delivered it promptly without room for error.

He made sure that he sounded warm, that his inflections were in the right place, and that he made the accommodating facial expressions spot on, but you felt like he was playing a role. 

It didn’t feel like it was Light anymore.

Then again, you supposed that now that the both of you weren’t in the same school anymore, it was to be expected. New life experiences alter one’s perspective on life and you supposed that maybe Light was finally expressing his potential to those who could finally understand him. In fact, you thought that since he seemed so comfortable in that suit of his and surrounded by what you could call were his disciples (seriously, the young men and women who sometimes accompanied him seemed to praise his intelligence at every turn), he would dismiss you and never speak to you again.

Yet, that simply was not the case.

No sooner did you return to your apartment that you received a text from Light.

The text was rather cordial, but you could almost imagine Light was ruffling the back of his hair sheepishly, his fingers flying up and down the buttons on his cell phone. There was that nagging feeling again that this was a ploy for something, but since Light wasn’t there to influence your perceptions, you brushed it off. 

Maybe you caught him at a bad time.

Maybe he was acting so strangely because it had been a long time and you did manage to surprise him when he was clearly on an outing with fellow university students. 

You replied back and within an hour, the both of you switched to speaking on the phone and scheduling a place and time where you could meet again. 

The next time you saw Light, you were once again somewhat aware that Light had changed, but it was muted now. It was like the last time you had seen him, the curtains had been raised open to let the audience take a sneak peek of the inner workings of the stage. However, as you seated yourself near a fountain in the middle of a mall, you saw that Light looked more open, looked a lot more like the Light that you used to know, but you knew that it was all a lie. 

If he had seemed a little eerie, but bearable then, you were downright unnerved now. 

Because Light’s smile and his flowing conversation drew you in and to your surprise, you wanted to be kept near his side. Was this what his disciples at the university felt like? It was almost like you were being inducted into a cult. 

The stage curtain had been pulled aside during your first encounter, but now it was closed shut without any hint of an encore.

This Light you saw before you was trying to emulate the friend that you used to idolize back in high school. 

And yet, you didn’t care.

The both of you got to talking about what was going on in both your lives. Well, it was mostly yourself now that you thought about it. Light was keen on knowing everything about you: from your work and school schedule, your current friends, and even your political views. In contrast, Light remained mostly silent and had only given you a paltry response to your inquiries about his time in university. Apparently, he had spent some time away from school to help work on a murder case for his father. 

You were intrigued and somewhat confused. Was he truly that intelligent and qualified?  

He waved away your concerns and said that he had taken classes online, thereby making sure that he was still up to date on his education, but that he was still surprised that his social life had flourished rather quickly. He laughed at that, almost like he was in on an inside joke. For reasons unknown to you, a sense of dread pooled and congealed into the pit of your stomach.

Eventually, the conversation stretched into the late evening and he convinced you that you should be with him more often. 

And so you did.

As time went on, those fears and anxieties faded away. Your misgivings were still hanging around the edges of your mind, but they were muted and the emotions you associated with them were hollow at best. If you thought about them for too long, a sense of foreboding would overcome you, but you would think of Light and his kindhearted nature, of how he sacrificed so much of his first year as an adult helping his father out on an important case. Sometimes, when the both of you were accompanied by his other friends, you would see him praising them for their achievements and give them tips on how to improve their standing. 

He was a great guy if you think about it and maybe that first few meetings with him since you were separated was just a result of stress. There was no reason for you to be suspicious of him, right?

And then, time passes and the both of you begin to grow closer together. The both of you talk about your hopes and dreams, of where you think you’ll be ten years down the future. Eventually, you no longer see Light’s friends. Rather, it’s just the two of you and whatever topic you want to talk about. It’s during these moments, when you think that the both of you are alone, that Light acts more touchy than usual. 

At first, it confused you, but he would hold your hand gently, as if you were glass and his eyes would immediately seek you out whenever you enter a room. You had your suspicions at first, but when the both of you decided to visit a club late at night—you had brought it up as a joke, but Light took you seriously, almost as if he thought that you were challenging��you realized why Light was acting the way he was. 

After downing a drink or two, a pretty young woman took you by the shoulder and asked you to dance. A little buzzed from the drink, you were more than happy to accompany her, only to find that Light’s hand was firmly clenched around your hip and that he was staring hard at the young woman. It was rare for him to pull rank on someone, but you had seen him before in action when an academic rival of his decided to “fact check” only for his rival to fall flat on his face when Light delivered a grenade that knocked him back into place. 

“He’s with me,” Light said with confidence. 

As he said those words, he tugged you into him and you were flush against his chest and his other arm curling around your waist. Dread filled you again, but it was mixed with those drinks of yours. You could say that you were… somewhat awed. Maybe even impressed? No, those were the wrong words; you were aroused by his confidence that you would acquiesce to his dominant nature. 

“O-oh, sorry!” The young woman, who had been smiling in flirtation, quickly took her leave and began hitting on someone else. 

Together, the both of you stayed in that same position. As the club’s light pulsed in time with the rhythm of the pounding music, you could feel him. Just him. His breath ghosted across the skin of your neck, his arms were your cage. His chest, his legs, his entire being was like a wall that you hesitantly leaned towards. 

He hummed in approval and you felt your pants become just a little bit tighter and the hold on your sanity slowly slipping. 

“Was that necessary,” you mumbled, knowing that he would hear. 

“Well, I should hope so.” His hand squeezed your hip and if it weren’t for the fabric of your shirt shielding the smooth expanse of your skin, you expect to see a series of crescent moons close to bleeding. “You’re my friend and I’m not too keen on letting you go that easily.”

“Friend?” You parroted back at him, unsure if he was joking. You had suspected that maybe…

Suddenly, you felt something rough grinding up and down against your ass, something hard poking against you. You gasped and if you had the strength, you would have turned around, but you didn’t want to. Was it really Light who was touching you so inappropriately, yet embracing you with the devotion of an intimate lover? 

Hesitantly, you looked back.

His eyes met yours and they gazed at you with what you could only assume was predatory delight. Apprehension ran up and down your spine, your breath stilled, but you remained still in his hold. You even found yourself leaning into it.

He hummed under his breath—you could feel slight rumbles under his chest. 

He was pleased with your response.

“A misnomer,” he seemingly apologized. He spun you in his arms and his mouth neared yours. You prepared yourself for a kiss, but he laughed. “A little bit eager, are we? Do you want me to kiss you now?”

The lights pulsed, your head pounded, and you were feeling so very warm. So very hot. 

You couldn’t think clearly, but you felt your head nodding. 

“Hmmm, but would this make you mine?”

What did that mean? Never mind that, you thought. The heat was clouding everything around you until you were stuck in a bubble that was just you, Light, and the rising tension and crackle of electricity between the two of you. 

“Yes,” you leaned into him, only for him to dodge your attempt to kiss him. You pouted, but continued to plead in a way that would embarrass you come morning. “Yes, I’ll be yours. Just—!”

He kissed you sweetly, but at the very back of your mind, you couldn’t help but think that his kiss was too perfect. Too practiced. 

And—

If you were being really honest…

You could have sworn that it would have taken more than just two drinks for you to become so pliant and trusting.

Oh well, you always trusted Light to catch you if you ever fell. You just never realized that it would be in a romantic light. 

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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