histórias de Plotwhatplot

a world full of ups and down, much like the roller coaster.

The way Spongebob's hips shook made Mr. Squirdward's tentacle's shiver with ecstasy. Those luscious hips would be the death of him. Maid AU All smut. Porn without plot. Plot, what plot? Etc. Hell, here I come.

I learned genetics when I was 5. My mom loved breeding rats to see what kind of babies would come out ant taught me the logic. It's sad and frustrating that others think it's curing cancer, so I'm writing this book to help people understand! Contains tests, images, sources, and so much more. Go learn to genetics! *All images were found off the internet. You can steal those if you want.*

Uh this will probably never get posted because im super nervous about this and feel very cringe, so if anyone sees this wow ur super lucky or im dead and one of my friends posted this as my last dying wish. probably the first one, i dont think id ever ask for this to be posted So anyways this is a purely self indulgent fic that I wrote just for myself, it's Miles Quaritch x Äptei (my oc) teehee Name came from the song I was listening to when writing Girl anachronism by the Dresden dolls!!! TW: noncon, knife play, blood kink, light kidnapping? AS OF 3/4/23 THIS FIC IS FINISHED (Until I continue it, but chapter 3 is finished ;] )

(Bill x Ford for Plot Fuel) (Bill x Dipper) When Bill returns and enters his last form, Dipper is stuck with his presence. But is that the worst thing that could happen this Summer?

Modern Ham AU. Some cute Lams. One-shot

Oneshot: The visit of an anime convention become a different kind of experience when you hand the remote of the vibrating plug to him. Adult content. Porn without plot. Task of my dom to write down a sexual fantasy after our meeting.

Bucky gets home from work. Shameless smut.

yeah i'm shit with schedules :/ (idk who made the art for the cover iyk lmk) ***LACK OF CAPITALISATION-AND, ON THE CONTRARY, ALL-CAPITALISED WRITING-IS INTENTIONAL!!! PLEASE DO NOT BITE MY HEAD OFF :') SAME WITH PUNCTUATION***

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You stare at the message much the same way as you had the murder stove. You can't believe the audacity of some people. Who does he think he is, wasting his money to send you on vacation to a place you've never even been to? And all just so you'll get out of the house? Doesn't he know that all it would take to get you to re-enter the sunlight is the promise of an aquarium and girls in daisy dukes? Seriously, what the hell, Jake! Your name is Simon Malone, and you don't know it yet, but your life is about to take a complete 180. (credit for the cover goes to Xx_honeybee_xX! thanks bro!)

as you can see by the title, Hero cookie angst.

she looked at the stars as if they were her life. he looked at her the same way. short little drabbles of two lonely teenagers. warning: all written after midnight when i had an idea

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CROSS ME WITH CHOOKI?! No Chooki Chapter :) THERE'S NO FUCKING PLOT :D

a short -maybe a one shot- destiel fanfic. fluff. the fluffiest thing I have ever written. I just thought this up in my math class because I was bored. not really sure what part of the series this would be in but obviously after season four episode one. so yeah, enjoy. :) <3 please like and/or vote that would be greatly appreciated. also comment and give me feed back (good or bad idc)

there is an extreme lack of yelan smut/yelan content in general on this app and i plan to fix that. also heads up! gender neutral pronouns will be used. i don't necessarily have a schedule for this so. i will update when i update but feel free to request things (my first page will have more info on this) HOPE YOU ENJOY also make sure to check out the wonderful cover artist, they're extremely talented! cover artist is : @PihzuEizd89Nrwk on twt

*Warning, this is NOT a fanfiction. It's just a random story that I made up.* Running across endless beach, ignoring the numb tingling in my feet as they sink slightly into the sand with every light step. That's how it normally is on Friday evenings, but this time I'm running for a reason. The fog has rolled in thickly, but I can see where my feet are landing, so it isn't relevant. I scarcely notice that my thin dress is in tatters, flapping loosely around my frail body, and that the should-be-jarring cold just energizes me. I shrug off the fact that my hands are covered in blood. Blood that isn't my own. Because nothing matters anymore, I'm free now.