#hehehe this was fun

[propertyofkylar]

whitney finds out their slut knows nothing about sanrio (coughmecough) and tries to educate them on all the lore, but without making it obvious that they fucking love sanrio

-slp

my left knee hasn’t stopped hurting for the past 3 days, hoping some fluff/silly fics will distract me from the pain ;-;

ohhh this is a cute idea bestie ur prompts always slay. hope it makes u feel better!

m!whitney x gn!pc, no warnings just fluff :3

“Oh! How cute is this one!” You picked up a Hello Kitty plush on the shelf as you browsed the toy shop.

You were spending time with your boyfriend, who had begrudgingly agreed to visit the store with you, but not without complaining most of the way. Even now, he stood a few steps behind you, and every time you glanced back at him, he was either staring at the ceiling or his feet.

The smile on your face grew as you picked the plush next to the first one you spotted. “And this one! I didn’t know Hello Kitty could also be a bunny.”

“That’s My Melody.”

“Hm?” You turned around at the sound of Whitney speaking. He rolled his eyes and took a step closer to you.

“Don’t be so dumb, slut. Hello Kitty isn’t a bunny. This is My Melody. It’s just a different character made by Sanrio.”

“Oh…” you blinked slowly, a little put off by the insult. “I didn’t know.”

Whitney sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I would expect from a dumb orphan slut like you.” He stepped closer still and began pointing at different plushes on the shelf. “Hello Kitty is the most popular, but there’s a lot of different characters Sanrio has. See? The one with the black is Kuromi, that one goes along with My Melody. The frog is Keroppi. And this is Cinnamoroll,” he handed you an adorable soft, white toy. “You probably think this is a bunny too, but Cinnamoroll is actually a dog. So is that yellow one. That’s Pompompurin.”

You nodded, trying to keep up. “Okay. Wow. I didn’t know there were so many.”

Whitney picked up a green plush - he said that was Keroppi, right? - and turned it over in his hands. “Yeah. There’s a lot more, too. But I wouldn’t expect a shit store like this to carry those. They only sell the most popular characters here. The good shit you gotta import from Japan.”

“Okay…” you said again.

“Like I said,” Whitney repeated, placing the toy back down and fixing you with a stare. “I wouldn’t expect a stupid slut like you to know anything about it.”

You frowned, though, as something dawned on you. “Wait. How do you know all of this?”

Whitney didn’t say anything at first, but his stare grew icier. You subconsciously took a step back. “I mean…” you tried to say, but he lifted up a hand and with a quick swipe, he knocked over the entire display of toys. They came tumbling down with a crash. And when you opened your mouth to say something, Whitney used that same hand to push your shoulder, sending you flat on your ass.

He shook his head with a tsk, looking at the mess. “What a clumsy slut. Look what you did! How embarrassing. You better get up, too,” he looked over the top of your head. “Looks like the manager is coming, and he doesn’t look happy. See ya around, bitch.”

And with a quick mock-salute, he spun on his heel and sped out of the store, leaving you alone surrounded by plush toys on the floor.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

hey pastel!! weird question but how do u make ur chapter previews???? is it a AO3 skin???

OOOOOO what a fun ask!!!

lmao i never understood how skins worked on ao3 ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ) I did this through HTML! I'll try to explain it the best i can

(putting it under a read more since it's a little long)

PREVIEW SECTION CODE:

<center> (makes everything centered!) <h3> </h3> (This makes the double line that goes across the page!) <p> </p> <p> </p> <h5><em>Next chapter preview:</em></h5>   <hr /> (This makes the little line!)   <h4>Chapter 24: Tag</h4>   <h5>Part II: Brotherhood</h5> <p><em> <small>"Trust me"</small> </em></p><hr />  <hr /> <p> </p> <h3> </h3> </center>

AUTHOR'S NOTE SECTION CODE:

<b>♡ Author's Note ♡</b> (This makes the text bold!) <blockquote> (This makes the following section indented!) Surprise!!! This chapter is getting split into two parts because. yeah. whoopsie.</p><p>Hehe hope you guys liked it! I knew this one took a hot minute but dealing some irl things right now, so I hope you guys liked it. (kinda rushed this one through beta so if there's errors let me know!) </blockquote>

I hope this was somewhat helpful!! have fun!! use it chaotically lol ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

[crazy-ache]

22 … elucien!!

22…in a rush of adrenaline. 

When Lucien suddenly grabs her, breaking them into a frantic run through the maze of the city streets, it is the first time they have ever held hands. 

Elain gripped his hold tightly, placing all of her trust in his lead. They were somewhere deep into the Fae lands of the Continent on their way to Vallahan. It was a particularly seedy town, one that Elain did not care for, one that made her heart race with fear at every turn. But there was no choice, as they were currently being trailed by dangerous enemies. All she could do was pump her legs faster as Lucien twisted them through various alleyways. From the slamming of footsteps, she could tell they were close. 

“In here,” he urged, whipping a door open so they could quickly duck inside. 

She wasn’t sure how Lucien selected which establishment to hide in, but a brothel had not even been close to an option in her mind. 

“Lucien—” Elain’s feet were frozen to the floor, her wide brown eyes taking in the cacophony of the room; the loud, sultry music reverberated across the open hall, a tangle of males and females scattered across velvet couches, tables, and bars, the strong scent of ale and sex permeating her senses like a fog. It was all so fae and full of vices and entirely foreign from anything she had ever seen in the mortal lands. 

But then Lucien was pulling her again, leading her to the back corner. A small couch in a secluded dark corner. She could hardly register what was happening as the adrenaline from their chase and panic was now colliding with the nerves of watching Lucien sit down and spread his muscular thighs open. “I’m sorry,” and she saw the genuine apology flash across his features before he pulled her into his lap in a quick motion. 

“What are we doing?” Elain breathed, watching him pull the hood of cloak closer to his face. “Hiding in plain sight,” Lucien answered, but his eyes were scanning the room behind her head closely. Perhaps they had been spending too much time together, but when his metal eye whirred frantically, she knew he had seen the assailants that had been chasing after them. 

Lucien looked nervous as he met her stare. Elain gave a quick glance around the room, and the pieces seemed to fall into place in understanding. She could hear their hearts rush in sync, warped by the echo of the music blasting in her ears. 

Hiding in plain sight. She understood what needed to be done. 

She threw her leg over until she straddled his lap. He tensed momentarily, then sank deeper into the cushion, spreading his legs further and resting his arm on the top of the couch—like a rakish male indulging himself in the services offered. His other hand gripped her waist. 

Face-to-face with nothing but a hairsbreadth between them. Her forehead met his as a means to help cover their faces. Tentatively, her hand found his scar—his most prominent and identifying feature, save for his molten red hair that was covered by his hood—and covered it with the palm of her hand. At her touch, Lucien inhaled her deeply, melting into her hand. Witnessing that singular moment made her breath hitch and unlock something deep inside her chest, like a spark waiting to blow. 

It was purely for survival that she surged against his lips. Lucien met her with a mutual eagerness as if he understood the script they needed to play, his fingers digging into the valley of her hips. It was purely for survival that their tongues danced with a sloppy force, teeth clattering, lips sucking, as if to fit into their sullied surroundings. And it was purely for survival that Elain found herself grinding her aching core into his already hard shaft. 

“Elain—” Lucien gasped, his own cheeks flushed with red as he pulled away to catch his breath. “They’re still here,” Elain said as she glanced over her shoulder before snapping her hips again in emphasis to keep the facade up. 

So she shoved Lucien’s face into the curve of her neck, savoring the sensation of his canines digging into her skin, his tongue lapping along her pulse. He played along effortlessly, his fingers skimming along her breasts. Elain wrapped her arms around his neck, closer, closer, closer until their bodies were an indistinguishable mess.

Her heart was still racing. She told herself it certainly wasn’t from the previous lie—because the pursuents had already long left. 

Kiss prompts.

[lattesqueeze]

💙 i am here requesting politely a drunken kiss for lando/charles...please........ thank you

hello my sweetie love!! thank you for your polite request!! please find below the attached kiss for your perusal

(i love you so so much thank you for this!!! made the brain go brrrrr)

Lando/Charles - Drunken Kiss - 700 words

“Lando, we can be world champion I said!!” A voice yells across the bar.

Charles and Lando turn to each other and roll their eyes in unison. A long-dead meme that seems to never quite leave them alone. Tonight, though, neither of them really mind. Tonight, Lando feels like he could be a world champion. Tonight, nobody can touch him. Tonight, Lando will go to bed a Formula One race winner. Assuming he goes to bed at all.

This is a fact he can’t quite get over yet. He expects it will take a few days at the very least for it to truly sink in.

The club is packed, and Lando has lost his friends somewhere deep in the crowd. He has a habit of wandering off blindly on his own, and frequently finds himself absorbed into a new group of complete strangers. Tonight is no different, and he relishes the attention from everyone who passes him by. Well, tonight would be no different, if he didn’t feel on top of the world right now.

He closes his eyes, swaying in a manner that he thinks is in time with the music. His shirt, previously only loosely buttoned, has somehow come entirely undone, his bare chest sticky with champagne and the remnants of a whole cocktail of shots. Each time he tips his head one way or the other, it feels as though his eyes and his brain take just a second longer to catch up, reminding him of the odd, lingering motion of stepping off a yacht after a weekend in the sun.

His mind wanders just enough before a firm hand clasps him on the shoulder. He doesn’t open his eyes straight away, only smiles. What’s another well-wisher, after all? He takes a deep breath, about to sigh contentedly, when he recognises a familiar, niche cologne. Only one person he has ever met wears this cologne.

“Charles?” He pronounces the name with a hard syllable, the English way.

“Lando, mate, we lost you!”

Lando leans back against Charles’ solid chest, relaxing his shoulders. He shrugs, still smiling so wide his lips part a little at the corners. He feels arms wrap around him, feels the snag of a crystal bracelet catching on the hairs of his own arm.

Someone, somewhere, tosses a huge Union Jack over Lando’s head, and he squeaks in alarm. The flag settles to cover him and Charles in a shroud of red, white, and blue. Charles laughs, moves to bundle up the flag, but Lando stops him, turning around to face him.

“Did I tell you before? You smell really good. Like, really good.” Lando leans forward to mumble into Charles’ ear.

Always polite, always gracious, Charles smiles and thanks Lando noncommittally, again going to wrap the flag around his hand to remove it from their heads. Again, Lando stops him, this time catching him by the wrist.

“I like it in here.”

He stares into Charles’ eyes, doing his very best to focus his own. Charles blinks, bemused.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks, tilting his head to the side a little.

“Like what?” Lando feigns innocence, smiling sweetly. He thinks.

Charles just quirks an eyebrow at him.

“Like - I don’t know.”

“Are you serious?” Lando huffs. “Why do you think?”

Lando doesn’t leave space or time for Charles to answer. He closes the minuscule gap between them with no more than a lean, and presses his mouth against Charles’. Charles startles at the contact, but, crucially, doesn’t pull away. Lando takes this as a cue, and snakes his arms around Charles’ neck, shimmying his body ever-closer, wedging his leg snugly between Charles’ thighs.

Charles responds in kind, grinding against the stiff denim of Lando’s jeans. He squeezes him at the waist, at the hips, at the ass. He runs his thumb along Lando’s bones, his soft parts, the edges of each defined muscle. He toys with the front closure of Lando’s jeans. It’s all Lando can do to keep up with the desperate, breathy kisses, licking eagerly at Charles’ mouth and nibbling on his lip.

“Feels good, no? Winning.”

Lando whines in response.

“Can we go?” Lando begs, wrestling with the flag to bat it away.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Charles grins, offering some semblance of a wink.

[abyssal-author-and-artist]

new record for longest one-shot I've ever written! Whoo! 4000+ words of Dipper Pines on his period

Some Problems Need to Be Fixed With Chocolate - Abyssal_Author_Artist - Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]

[cursingtoji]

So I read a short drabble where someone said geto knew 5 languages and now I've been imagining him as a rogue spy / assassin who travels the world. He's so good as masking that he would be so good at it

literal goosebumps cause this week i saw a satire about sleeping with a guy and in the morning finding out he’s a spy and i was like “mmm fanfic potential but i let’s bury it for now”

spy!geto would be so charming at first you wonder if he’s some kind of mentalist

he keeps the conversation about his job very short, resuming it in saying he’s a translator

which doesn’t raise any suspicion when he says he has to go on a work trip for several weeks

also explains why he so often uses pet names in different languages

“cariño” 38 dead 155 injured

spy!geto also convinces you to let him teach you self defense “in case something happens and he’s not around” 🤨

which turns out to be quite unproductive cause you don’t want to get out when he puts you in a headlock ☺️

also you’re a translator sir why do you know kung fu

from time to time he gets you a plane ticket (with a lucky first class upgrade) to join him for the weekend at whatever city he’s “working” currently

looking at him with heart eyes when he talks to locals in their language perfectly

[galaxymooing]

ms paint stormtail request for a friend

[zelda7999]

-slides in- hello hello I bring an imagine but with details~!

Agent Neon and Eclipse having to -GASP- go undercover for a social event! Neon is using a new recording device and comm device which Eclipse wants to be sure is working so he sits down in a nearby hotel room about one building away from Neon's event. Eclipse always being present over comms, his voice coming in to distract whenever Neon is feeling overwhelmed, his soothing words keeping them grounded. sometimes even cutting in with information to help Neon keep afloat within a conversation. it never feels like he's too far.

and then after the event, when Neon gets back to the hotel room, it's immediately to a greeting of four hands gently taking their hands, cupping their cheek, brushing over their head. "you did so well! I'm very proud. let me take over now." and Eclipse helping Neon get to bed and sleep and just recover the next day. many cuddles and casual pampering~ - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

hey so uh... I have been hoarding this since dec 27th 2022 sooooo.... here ya go!

You did this. You caused ANOTHER chapter LMAO you can thank your past self for sending thoughts at me XDDD

Please enjoy!~

[catgirltentacle]

What is one thing you havent done that you want to try the most? -💚

Hmm theres so many it's hard to choose just one, though one of my favorite fantasies is teasing a cute needy top until they're all up on me, humping and whining. I would just love to put them on a leash and tie them up, toying with them and edging their drippy cock for a while until they're so pent up and desperate to cum, then finally letting them free to use my body in any way they see fit to cum as many times as they want, overwhelming me with their need to pump their cum in all my holes 💜

[vergina-spva]

Buggy, Izou, Shachi, King, Heat.

What color are their undies? Also what kind?

Buggy: red/white striped boxers

Izou: Purple lacey hipsters

Shachi: the most comfortable trunks he could find, either black or white

King: Leather thongs

Heat: commando

[isjasz]

Stellar death

[kyurochurro]

I STARTED HOUSE MD! :ºD

[roe-oo]

ethogirl?

[minjimunji]

Okay I know I said the last kiss scene I drew was obligatory but this one is actually required for all pjo artists

Speedpaint under the cut ⬇️

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

[mi-olaaa]

Pretty girl.. (18+)

Fem!reader, softdom!ony, bf!ony, plussize!reader katoptronophilia, you alr know what it isss! Smut so no minors.. ofc. Enjoy!!

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“Hey. Look at me mamas.” Ony murmurs into your ear, so sweetly. Too sweetly, especially for the way his dick is curving up into your gummy walls, but you listen, looking in the floor length mirror in front of you, watching how sinfully delicious he looks to you. “Onyy— fuck, i can’t” Your whines echo around the room, your head drooping slightly.

He grabs your face by your chin, gently peppering kisses, his grip on your hips tightening for a moment, as he pounds up into your dripping cunt. "Yes you can mama, this is your dick. Take it." You swear you were gonna die when he grinned so deviously at you in the mirror, the way he lowered those pretty eyes of his at you, the way his touch has you writhing under him.

You’ve been sitting on his lap in front of this damned mirror for almost an hour, looking at him bouncing you up and down by the hips, orgasm after orgasm, and he wants you to keep looking at him?

Ony's tip was reaching spots in you that you didn't even know existed, brushing up against your cervix, eliciting moans and pants from your mouth. He nips at your neck, hand leaving your chin, snaking around to your clit, rubbing circles around the puffy folds. "Baby, Ony— ouhhh please" You could feel his slender fingers on your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle.

"Please what? Use your voice pretty girl." He looks up at the mirror, watching his cock piston in and out of your pussy, and all you could do is drool. “Haah— stop teasing me please.” The moan that ripped out of your throat was pure bliss, and before you could even say it, you were squirting over his digits, some of your arousal even splattering on the bottom of the mirror in front of you two.

The clear, warm arousal of yours had him fucking into you like a madman. Ony’s grip on your hip tightened as you spasm slightly, his fingers dripping. While he had your attention on him in the mirror, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the taste of you off of them. “Taste so fucking good mamas, need to eat you next time.” And again with that sexy gaze of his, looking directly at you this time as you nod lazily.

The way he was digging into you so deep had you damn-near screaming his name, pussy squeezing his length like a vice, milking him for all he’s got.

“Mhm mhm baby. Look at me, do what I told you, look at me.” He croons into your ear, the hand that’s not already holding you by your hips and slamming you down onto him, wraps around your torso, massaging your lovely breasts, as you come undone again.

Your moans come out wantonly, and you’re nothing but a drooling, sticky mess for him, it almost makes him wonder if it’s because you can everything in mirror? Doesn’t matter, with the way he’s filling you so good and fucking you so fast, you’re seeing stars and panting.

It’s interesting though, the way your face contorts in pleasure in the mirror to his ministrations, the way your thick thighs jiggle when you bounce on him, the tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as your back arches so sinfully, it’s too much.

And all it does is make Ony groan, and lean down to capture one of your tears on his tongue. “C’mon mama, just one more. You think you can do that f’me?” He speaks, trying so sweetly to coax another orgasm out of you.

It takes almost all the power you have to find an orgasm in you, but you don’t have to do much with how attentive he is to you and your needs. Massaging and toying with your nipples, whispering praise in your ears, pushing all your buttons, just to see his pretty girl cum again, and you do. You come absolutely undone on his dick, a pretty, creamy white ring of your arousal at the base of his cock, all the while, he slows his thrusts, having cum into you more times than you both could count.

By the time the both of you have came to your senses, he finally pulls out of your pretty, fat pussy. Watching as dribbles of cum spill out of you, kissing your neck once again. “See, I knew you had one more in you, good job mama.” He murmurs into your panting skin, side-eyeing you in the mirror, and how you tremble slightly, looking like a deer in headlights, massaging your sore thighs, admiring the fat of them.

Too tired to do anything but nod and stick a lazy thumb up, you slump on his chest, relishing in how warm he is. Ony doesn’t bother with clean up right now, he’ll do it sometime later, all he currently cares about is getting you into bed, especially with the way you just fell asleep on him. He picks you up from the small of your back and the back of your knees, bridal-style, before getting off the edge of the bed.

Flicking off the main lights in your shared bedroom, leaving the ambient lights on, he climbs into bed, setting you down and covering you up, holding you as you both wind down, petting your head softly, and smoking a blunt before going to bed.

That dick really fucked his pretty girl to sleep.

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Authors note: heyyyy 🤭 ion have nun to say for once.. so imma shut my fat ass up. 🙃 LOVE Y’ALL 🫶🏾