#js a thought

[alyssaxxxxxx]

Its so hard i hate it

[4ng3l-ch1ld]

have 3 stray kid blabbers that will never come to fruition bc i can’t write

so i’ll type out the ideas here and maybe one day someone will pick these up, if not i can always imagine

1. Felix based (Idol!Felix x Civilian!Y/n

so basically the idea was like angsty in a way, kinda w no happy ending (im weird guys ik) but basically a bit before the timeline, you and felix had dated and while him and the strays have all this upbeat music, you liked laufey, TVGIRL (important), beabadoobee n all them sweeties, and you had showed felix TVGIRL and specifically “For you”. however, yall had a NASTYYYYY breakup, very messy (no cheating or anything- just rumors and the stress of being an idol and differences in judgement and allat) and that was that. you occasionally would watch the strays performances n all but never showed up. through, a couple weeks after you broke up, you were doing your usual sneaky watching of a live and felix had made an announcement (this would never slide with the rules but we like to pretend here) “smth smth smth along the lines of this goes out to a major bitch” and all, and the band covers For you with felix having the most lines. and one by one the band would either teasingly punch his arm are do classic guy crap, (think ruffling hair, slinging their arm around his shoulder, nudging him) the entire song. and the very last “for you” of the refrain, his screams fuck you instead of the lyric. idk what to do from here but synopsis is felix is a dick and the strays are guys in this, assholish dickish guys

2. Han based (Idol!Han x background dancer!y/n

(i know skz don’t usually have bg dancers but once again we FICTIONAL w my thoughts

to preface this, this isn’t suppose to romanticize han’s health during the era this takes place, and it’s not finding panic attacks or detoxifying mental stability hot at ALL. i’m simply a dance who has gone through his exact situation when competing multiple times, and i related to how he felt and was thinking of a comfort fic.

so during Han’s performance of S-Class, it is common knowledge that he had a panic attack, and the fic would revolve around that performance

basically, you noticed all the signs of his upcoming attack while dancing behind him, and anytime he would walk around the back you would find ways to whisper praise and encouragement to him, telling him it would be okay and reminding him of some dancing breathing technics (in every odd count, out every even count/breathe in for every other moment, breathe out for every other movement/pace yourself etc)

and as he ended the performance and waited for the applause to settle, you and him made eye contact as his breathing was becoming rapid. you walked over to him after that performance, helping him through the panic attack and just comforting him basically (luh calm post)

3. Any member based (I personally go crazy about Felix Han and Hyunjin, but it works w any of them i find)

Basically, the Skz finished a concert, going to a party after their intense performance, whether it be at a club or just them walking into a party is up to writers if they take this. but the songs are very much PARTY party like imo (think this playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0wE7ygx7ogM83pESi19t6i?si=R7_v36LPSiaK05MJLIECFw&pi=u-vc8yScF8Qn2N) and one the idols sees you dancing very erotically on the dance floor, feeling the lyrics (and a bit of yourself)etc, and it leads to one of them departing from the group, dancing with you, leads to public smut in the corner, feel free to make it horny (i’m OVULATING)

like yes i could find a skz writer and js ask but these are theee and yeah basically

[mustereddd]

Idk I thought of something what if john Dory was trying to avoid all of brozone (he's grey btw) and he really doesn't want to talk to them. But poppy found him and made branch and his brothers bond together and like it'd just be them trying to bond with a grey JD but JD keeps running away so they have to "catch" him and I'm still thinking

[litrlymine777]

ifff i posted a get ready with me would yall watch it

[averagejokerkinnie]

what if batman was called 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴man and instead of fighting the joker he made out w him.

[lesbianyuuga]

what if jonmartin and plargos met what then

[vrby9]

Chat I'm thinking of deleting tumblr

[euphoriesx]

drawing sm n then sum1 askin u who ur drawing is so annoying like dawg do i needa say ‘yes im doing an exquisite portrait of ur great great grandmother’s wife’s brother’s second cousin’s dog’s fish’ 💀

[doeyedeath]

goyische friends DONT prank call me repeatedly in the middle of the seder that u knew abt maybe???

[bi-writes]

ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)

"wot?"

"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"

"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.

ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.

"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.

"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."

"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"

the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.

"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"

ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.

"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."

when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.

"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."

ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.

"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.

"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"

"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.

"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--

"i wasn't pretending. were you?"

[iiiiiiis-things]

okay bt like choso would fucking despise your vagina when you're on your period.. like man is so pussy whipped bt whenever that week or so comes around every month he wants to literally annihilate your little private part (and not in a good way) i mean seriously he's so pissed that something so wet and beautiful is causing you hella pain. how dare your vagina turn against his pretty girl giving you the most internal pain you've ever felt in your life time. worst of all ? no sex . it would be a lie if i said he hadn't tried to fuck you on your cycle but the day he actually did try and you harshly rejected him ?

that was the day your vagina declared war .

[mustereddd]

Bro I've noticed on Tumblr is when JD is with his brothers and he compliments them they are always surprised 😦. It's sad to think they never were complicated by John Dory 😭 like - it's just sad as even when they had been doing they choreography and singing not a single nice or good job ?? It's just what I'm thinking is happening.

[thatonegaybrit]

; seeing a lot of posts about this recently so I just want to clarify something :

I, a trans boy, do not pass as a boy. I also, do not pass as a girl.

I am truly only perceived as a gay tranny freak, and that is not privilege.

pt: I, a trans boy, do not pass as a boy. I also, do not pass as a girl. I am truly only perceived as a gay tranny freak, and that is not privilege :end pt

[hyhkai]

camboy! | c.yj.

[ 🎥 ] — after yeonjun's rise in the porn industry, an interview was something he agreed to for fun. however, after he saw you, the interviewer, he wished it was a fake interview where he gets to fuck you.

cw : pornstar!yeonjun. unedited word vomit fictional magazine company that apparently also exists in real life.

a/n ; i apologize for my sins i swear I'll change 🙏🏼 and this is a drabble, not a fic! i might turn it into one over time ♡

after you reached out to him a few weeks ago with greetings and compliments, and asking can I interview you some time? I'd like to know what it's like to be a person who earns through the adult industry, and with your fame, I know that you're just the right person., his first, honest reaction was to laugh. i mean, seriously?

he was laughing at the irony of the fact that he was being interviewed. i mean, who was willing enough to take out time of their busy, hectic schedule to interview a man who earns bread by having a dildo inside of him? he had to know. he wanted to know what this person was like.

he did think that this could be completely false and you could be a potential threat, trying to lure him into your little cage with cheese like he's a fucking rat, capture him and do bad things to him like he'd heard with various nefarious acts of people against people with 'easy' fame.

"can I get proof that you're actually an interviewer?"

to which he immediately got a response with a photo of a xerox copy of your identification document, namely at a popular company called mode de vie. he could see the black and white ink that framed the photo stuck on the top right corner, and he knew that he had to see that fucking face in real life. if that's how you look in a awfully captured picture, so captivating, bold, and confidence outlining your eyes in the form of sharp eyeliner, he had to see that face in front of him, asking him questions about his body count or something else he doesn't give two shits about.

he'd said sure to your offer almost immediately now that he saw that it was a real interviewer after him. and now that it was time, he drove to the place where you both agreed to be at — a café which was relatively close to his house and your office.

"I'm glad you came!" you said as you shook his hand that would eventually get sweaty from just sitting opposite to you. what the fuck? he seriously considered telling you to quit this stupid, serious job and just join him in his public sex life. you were stunning.

now that he saw your hair open, framing your face, and that fucking sharp-ass eyeliner, he was mad that he didn't dress up nicely and instead came in a hoodie. who wants to miss a chance of getting a baddie?

he thanked the lords he'd long forgotten when you told him this is just an audio based interview which will later be turned into a text format.

while you continued asking him questions about everything, from "fuck-a-fan" to "how did your mother find out?", he'd needed to ask you to repeat your questions several times. his eyes kept drifting down, down to your chest.

'why the fuck are you wearing a top so low-cut? is it to provoke me or something?' he'd think. he legitimately wants to put his hand on the table, pushing himself towards you and grabbing one of your tits. it's pissing him off he can't.

okay, so maybe he was a pervert like one of his friends liked to say. but it wasn't his fault when you were asking him questions about his sex life while looking at him with those eyes that were possibly tearing his clothes off.

in his world, that is.

'do you want to fuck me too, or am I trippin'?'

he knew he had to keep his filthy hands, his filthy thoughts, to himself. c'mon, it's a fucking interview, yeonjun. grow up. you've had plenty of girls and guys to fuck in your life. from small and petite, to taller than you. from fucking someone to getting fucked. you've done it all. why are you so captivated by this woman?

maybe it was the way you had your makeup done that had him wishing he could see it smeared all over with a new makeup product; his cum, or maybe it was your tits that were practically begging to be the thing he shoves his face in tonight. but no, it was the way you carried yourself.

there was this... this aura, this radiation of confidence that was magnetic enough for him to be pulled to you.

under the table, he was practically going to rub one out. he kept adjusting his pants, kept palming his dick that was straining against his pants and standing up against his thoughts of not fucking you ever.

ugh, just how fucking good you'd look on his bed, and he swears he could go above his rounds per fucking streak of 4 with you; from classic missionary to the amazon position, from sixty-nine to his foot on your face while he fucked your ass from the back. fuck, he'd even let you peg him, something he's always refused to do.

just how good you'd look while sliding your strap-on inside of him, his eyes going wide, as well as your smile at the sight of his pretty face. he thinks you'd like some crazy songs playing in the background, similar to the vibe of playboi carti.

fuck, he'd hold onto your tits for support, comfort, for just the fucks of it no matter who is topping.

"um, excuse me?" you asked when he spaced out in the middle.

"yeah?" he said, looking up from the table where both of your milkshakes resided.

"thank you for the interview. i appreciate it a lot!" you said, smiling at him, completely unaware of the junk he had in his brain about you. you put out your hand for a friendly yet professional handshake.

"oh, yeah, of course." he muttered out, responding to your hand with his that was definitely sweaty.

as you closed your notepad and stopped the recording, he looked up at your face finally.

"can I ask you a question too?"

"oh, yes, of course." you said, looking up at him with a face of genuine curiosity. maybe it would be something like —

"when will this be posted?"

"where can I read it?"

"will there be a hardcopy?"

"would you ever fuck me if you could?"

and suddenly, this was the first time you regretted not recording the aftermath of an interview.

[bugably]

schrodingers cat nd pavlovs dog (hope this makes sense 2 any1 other then me🙏)

[cvnt4him]

Stop stop stop end it all now pack it up bc pro hero deku fucking his fans???? Oh y'all I think he's weak as fuck. He'd literally js fuck his fans bc he needs a break like he's so tired of hero work n shows up to these meet n greets n hero-cone n shit n he js sees someone [you, he sees you n chooses you bc you're sexy, dont let anyone tell you otherwise.] and pulls them off to the side and goes to the hotel part of the building and erm..fucks their brains out. Like he has self respect but sometimes fucking his fans in cheap motels is just what he needs I promise like he would be so rough with you oh my god. Pounding you into the mattress telling you to shut the fuck up and take it like he knows you want to. BUT HES JS SO DAMN BIG YALL. HES LIT CRUSHING YOU WHILE HE DRILLS HIS THICK COCK INSIDE OF YER GUTS...... n ugh... don't kink shame me now but....imagine him fucking you and stepping on your head w his boot and uttering such filthy insults about how you're just a greedy cock whore who doesn't deserve to be in his presence let alone breath the same air as him?!