#ploc

[prairiegh0st]

Everlastingly Yours

[whoisloma]

Slap on the flap in tchca Splash, drowning my dick in her pussy Rocket poc, ploc, ploc, ploc Jump on me, frog

[ask-ploc]

i think this is technically still a wip but here ya go

[slyzia]

MASSIVE ART DUMP

Hello everyone! Good evening, afternoon or morning!

So apologies for the late posts, I didn’t do anything remotely good for my birthday so I didn’t post. I’ve been quite busy but it’s been good. This year I’m finally gonna compete in Art fight! Even though I have like 3 characters.

Uhhh some of these characters are from my bestie @sallufix! Cause we had an art war for like a few days then Copshop duo just brought us back. ANYWAYS! Major art stuff!

^This one is my favourite one of the year! Flix’s persona!

Offical refs

Persona Ref!

Of course some Villain Luke and the unreal gang!

Some Felis Ashfer Bullying!

Goodnight everyone! Hope to see you soon!

[ploc-stuff]

Have some silly goofy, as a treat

[brambletakato]

i am the outlier as in if des returns to nwos i do not want information about his wife and daughter because i honestly love the ocs everybody has made to fill the role, if a name was given canonically then the amount of causalities would be unbearable

[deleauclaire]

Se reprocher l'abandon de l'autre ; blâmer l'autre de se refuser à verdoyer sans iel.

[inveterade]

Rio Gastronomia 2024 oferece shows diversos como Maria Rita, Toni Garrido, Festa Ploc, Frejat, Nando Reis e mais

O Rio Gastronomia 2024 promete uma combinação saborosa de gastronomia, lazer e entretenimento em três fins de semana de atrações musicais e culinárias, de 15 a 18, 22 a 25 de agosto, e de 29 de agosto a 1º de setembro, no Jockey Club Brasileiro, no Rio de Janeiro. De quinta a domingo, o festival apresenta uma variedade de artistas incluindo Nando Reis, Frejat, Xande, Blitz, Maria Rita, Diogo…

[dixvinsblog]

Frédéric Manfrin – Ballades Parisiennes –Ploc, plic, ploc, plic.

Il a plu.Le pavé brille,La lumière chante sur la pierre.Il a plu.Les souliers glissentLes semelles miaulent en touchant terre.Il a plu.Ploc, plic, ploc, plic.La musique de la pluie,Sur les trottoirs de Paris,Mes godasses comme seuls instruments.

[kooqitas]

— getting a +4 ... ★ with: jjk!

#pairing: jungkook X reader. #synopsis: your boyfriend may not know how to lose in 'uno' #tags: is literally jungkook fingering you during a uno (and yes his friends are at the table) #wc: ~400 #notes: i'm a little sick :( wrote this just so i wouldn't disappear

⚠︎ english is NOT my first language, i just write for fun, if you don't feel comfortable with grammatical mistakes DONT READ!

you gasp when you feel jungkook dragging your pantie to the side and putting one finger inside you without any warning.

you know that your boyfriend is a kinda crazy and you like it, but you never thought that he would fucking you while you play uno with yours (and his) friends.

when namjoon put a ‘+4’ card you just put another one in the same way, making your boyfriend draw 8 cards, and he just ask to you take the cards for him, while he puts other finger inside you.

you gasp again, moving the leg trying the close them, but jungkook won’t let you do that.

he curves his fingers, staying a little rougher.

"god" you moans, the others boys at the table looking at you.

“are you okay?” jimin asks.

“yesssss, sure, just… i think i will win’’

‘yes, thats my girl!” jungkook say, kissing you, so he puts his third finger.

“t-too much!” you moans again, your body sweating.

crazy, jungkook is fucking crazy.

“what? the game? oh c’mon, that’s funny!” hoseok say when he puts other +4 card on the table.

“she is just a little shy, because she knows that she will win” jungkook jokes, going harder with his fingers.

you bite your lips, trying to close your legs again, but jungkook still fucking your hole with his finger. 

“stop, or all the boys will know that your pussy accept me anytime!” jungkook say in your ear, giving you a soft kiss on the cheeks.

when a 'reverse' card is placed on the table, jimin makes jungkook draw +4 card again.

and with that he presses his thumb on your clitoris, going faster with his fingers and putting the fourth.

you can hear the 'ploc' his fingers make, but you don't care anymore, not when you cum, screaming his name as you officially win the game.

“what that fuck is hap-” 

“she just getting a +4 too, relax” jungkook laughs.

all the guys at the table see your eyes rolling and your body shaking in jungkook's hands. you can't even feel embarrassed, because in the next second, jungkook shows his hands to the guys.

your juices all over his fingers

“you know… i always win, guys” he jokes… 

you breathe heavily, recovering from your recent orgasm

“so...does anyone want to suck my fingers? she has a such great taste…”

you think that yout boyfriend is just joking, but you blink and jimin is suck his fingers…

and after him, seokjin does the same.

oh god...

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

as a fanfic writers I feel like if she saw the Halea part it would be more "no"

the real question is whether Phaedra would also be into Cheline's yelling

Have at it, fanfic writers.

[lescarbille]

Freckles

Answer to : Send me a word and I'll write you a carcar drabble

Carlos has never looked at the stars as anything other than balls of light in the sky. They are pretty, but he can't see the fascinating beauty, the hidden designs and the secrets hidden within. Stars are stars as surely as rain is rain. He is pragmatic, he can't understand the romance behind the elements of nature. Stars don't shine brighter when he's on a podium and rain doesn't necessarily give him an advantage in a race.

Carlos is also convinced that only idiots never change their minds.

The stars suddenly become fascinating on a rainy day.

The sky of Monaco is aggressive gray, while torrents of rain flow over the city. The drops flow down the bay window of his bedroom, slowly, while new ones arrive in soothing "plocs". The day invites laziness and Carlos is still in his bed, naked, part of a white sheet covering his waist, and Oscar his torso.

He fell asleep like that, using Carlos' chest as a pillow, hugging him, his ears over his heart. Carlos stroked his light hair until he fell asleep, but once again, he woke up first.

His eyes have a perfect vision of the pale expanse of Oscar's back, and if at first glance there is no connection between rain, stars and a back, Carlos has begun to understand the beauty of the constellations. The freckles on Oscar's back form a starry sky, more beautiful than anything Van Gogh could have painted.

Carlos loves Oscar's freckles, he kisses them on his nose, follows their path on his collarbones, leaves nebulous bruises on his stomach. The ones on his back are different. Carlos has always caressed Oscar’s back reverently, when the latter damages his with his nails. He has never, however, tried to connect them.

He does now.

He caresses the path that separates one, then two, then three, keeping his touch as light as a feather. And he smiles. He could even take up astronomy if his subject of study were Oscar and his freckles.

[ask-ploc]

how did you guys all meet each other?

[kuro-is-doodlin]

You're... Still... Alive

[Spoiler for in stars and time, up to the end of act 4]

[CW for exhaustion, sui, self harm and self neglect]

This is the continuation of my previous lore post ;)

You wake up.. in a bed?.. oh, so this is the same loop. How weird, to be back at the clocktower. You barely ever go there now. You either slip on that awful banana peel, or just… stab. You couldn’t get yourself to use your dagger in the village before, but now, it doesn’t matter.

Sometimes, your hands shake again, holding your dagger. You see the light hit it, the metal shining, and your face… And you realize just how far down you fell.

Still, you do it, you always do it. Can’t waste time.

You suddenly realize something is heavy on you. You open your eye and try to focus your vision on whatever is crushing your side right now.

It’s Bonnie, they’re on the bed, too, curled against you. Their eyes are closed, but a little darker and swollen.

You blink.

With what’s left of your strength, you raise your hand, and slowly rest it on their hair, brushing them between your fingers. A hand joins in, touching yours ever so slightly. You’re too tired to flinch, but your eye turns to.. Isabeau.. He’s looking at Bonnie, but quickly focus on you, giving you a smile. Not one of those explosive smiles you used to see before, no, this one is.. Sad. So incredibly sad.

With a Soft, but deep voice, he asks.

“How are you feeling, Sif? Do you need me to move Bonbon?”

You blink… And shake your head a little. It’s fine, you can barely feel a thing anyway.

“Okay..”

He sighs. Is he upset at you? For being so useless before the end of the world happens? Maybe.. Maybe he is… You don’t know.. What exactly their personalities are anymore. Isa is… Buff, yeah, you can see that, idiot. But he’s… He is….

He is petting your hair now, looking at you, into your eye.. To make sure you’re comfortable.

That’s right.. He’s kind.. So kind, caring, always here for you. His eyes.. so full of life, of.. love.. How could you even forget that?..

He never told you but.. You know.

You know, oh so well, why he’s always looking at you that way. You.. love that feeling.

“Alright, Siffrin, can you tell us what’s happening to you, please? You look like you’ve just spent a year stuck in a cave.”

It’s Odile.. She’s in your blind spot, you can’t see her. But you know her voice. That’s one thing you think you can remember.

“Three… actually..”

You cough, it’s hard to speak when you don’t do that anymore.

Ah, and here they are, looking at you like you just said the most shocking thing ever. But you don’t want to explain, you can’t explain, you’re tired. “Siffrin…”

You hear Mira, she must be next to Odile, she sounds concerned. Bonnie.. Bonbon is sobbing, they try to make it so you can’t hear them, but you know. You hear. You... feel. It’s warm…

Plic..

Ploc..

On the sheets you’re tucked into.

“There is.. A book.. It’s hidden in my cloak..”

You try your best to be clear, you can feel them getting closer to hear you. Wow, you voice must be sooo fucked up right now.

“Please, don’t wake me up.. You can.. read it.. But please.. Let me rest.”

You see a nod from Isa, hear a faint “hn”. That’s enough for you to close your eye again, as you’re dragged down to sleep once more.

[prairiegh0st]

went back and added a couple guys since I'd like to do them in order from here out

gonna work on a size chart of all my guys during my downtime

[ploc-stuff]

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