#idea I got in the shower

[the-togepi-man]

Fuck it first shower selfie at the new place

#ive got a cold so im enjoying the hot shower #been productive tho #found a notery I think and also thought of an idea for valentines day #also maybe teared up listening to anytime anywhere by miliet #but im on to party 4 u #so all good #selfie #me

[hannie-dul-set]

WHAT’S WRONG WITH CEO PARK?

p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — ceo! sunghoon and secretary! reader, humor, romance. w — swearing, sunghoon being a weirdo, a misplaced marriage proposal. 1.3k words.

requested by — anon: menace to everyone but you x the opposite of that.

note — i hate the cold angsty male ceo trope. so instead i turned ceo hoon into a weirdo that's a little bit too in love and doesn’t understand the concept of workplace boundaries which stresses you the fuck out!!

when you got promoted from being assistant secretary thanks to your ceo’s former secretary resigning, your co-workers did not throw you a celebration.

“you called for me, mr. park?”

instead, they threw you an advanced farewell party. it was nice working with you, said the cake dusted with stray confetti on the day of your promotion. they’re celebrating your inevitable resignation. they’re sure you’re going to follow suit after you predecessor within three months max because according to them—

“yes.”

your boss, park sunghoon, is the nastiest fucker in the planet.

“take a seat.”

you gulp, making cautious steps into your ceo’s office. he’s signing a stack of documents while you take your sweet time delaying having to sit in front of his paper-stacked desk, setting them aside the moment you sit down, sharp eyes immediately zeroing into your soul, and you start sweating.

there’s a bet on the line on when you’d eventually quit. today marks your fourth month here, and you’re pretty sure heeseung is going to win because you are in fact this close to sliding your pre-written resignation letter over his desk, adding onto his pile.

not because he’s terrible, like they all say. not because he’s temperamental.

“sunoo told me you were sick,” sunghoon starts. “why did you come to work today?”

but because you fear your boss might be a little bit in love with you.

“is...is that the only reason you asked for me?” you hesitantly say, picking on your cuticles and trying to avoid eye contact because the concern drowning your boss’s expression is just enough to drown you as well.

“you don’t look well,” he avoids your question. of course you don’t look well. you’re very, very uncomfortable right now and the main cause of that discomfort is him. “you should go home. i’ll tell jay to drive you.”

you’re pretty sure jay isn’t going to be happy with that. 

“mr. park—”

“i thought i asked you to call me sunghoon.”

your mouth is left hanging open. you’re flabbergasted. you take a second to recollect your thoughts. “...mr. park. sir,” you emphasize. you should at least be the one reminding him of your hierarchical roles at the moment. sunghoon looks upset that you’re not abiding by his request, but says nothing in protest so you continue. “i ran out of sick leaves. and there’s still so much work to do, i can’t just go home.”

“you ran out? well i’ll just give you more.” sir, that’s not how it works. “and jungwon can take care of your work. you should go home and rest.”

jungwon wouldn’t be too happy with that either. you feel your stress levels rising, headache incoming, because he’s just not listening to you. this crazy bastard, you think to yourself.

but maybe you were thinking a little too loudly.

“can you say that again?”

you slap a hand over your mouth with a gasp.

“say it again.”

you’re fucked. you just called your boss a bastard right to his face. “i’m—i’m so sorry, mr. park, i didn’t mean to—” but maybe that’s a good thing because that means you wouldn’t need to debate about resigning if he’s gonna fire you. “i apologize. i’ll accept any punishment you’ll give me.”

“no, say it again,” he hums, sounding a little too happy after being called crazy and a bastard, and you get a bad feeling. a really bad feeling. “i felt like we just got closer because of that. swear at me again.”

there’s a smile playing on your boss’s face. 

“i— i don’t think that’s appropriate, sir.”

jesus christ, he’s a bit more in love with you than you thought.

“why not?” when sunghoon gets up from behind his seat, circling out from behind his desk to lean back against it right in front of you instead, you start fearing for your life. he looks at you, arms crossed in disappointment, and he looks a little too good with rolled up sleeves and slim-fit slacks. 

crap, were you just checking out your boss?

his crazy is rubbing off on you.

“you have no trouble with swearing at and laughing around with the others,” he says. “why can’t you do the same with me?”

he is not normal, you think. thankfully not out loud this time. “sir, you’re my boss. i’m just your secretary. there’s a big gap there. i can’t just treat you the same way as i do with my co-workers.”

your boss takes in your words. he remains quiet with a stoic face for a few moments, and with each passing second of silence, you feel half a year of your life being shaved off. “ah,” he finally makes a sound after a good minute and a half. “should i give you a promotion, then?”

oh my fucking god, he’s nuts.

“boss, there’s an urgent thing you need to—”

“did i permit you to enter my office?”

your eyes widen, slapped in the face by a whiplash when your fellow secretary jake suddenly pops into the office, only to be cut off by the sharp glare and icy tone of your boss. jake’s hand doesn’t leave the doorknob when he nearly stumbles in shock with a stack of papers pressed to his chest. you see the look on his face. it’s the face of someone who’s about to get royally fucked over.

“n—no, sir. but these documents are—”

“then why are you in my office?” holy shit. so this is what they meant when they said ceo park is a bitchy demon from hell. jake looks like he’s about to piss himself. you’ve never been on the brunt of his temper— likely because he’s biased and has feelings for you, which has always felt burdensome. but now you’re a little thankful because you’d probably cry if he snapped at you like that.

“i’m sorry, i’ll leave now. i apologize.”

with that, jake makes his hasty retreat, and you’re once more left alone with your crazy boss. 

“where were we?” he says. “oh, right. your promotion.”

you’re starting to feel dizzy. 

“i’ve never liked how seojoo handled things. you can take his spot as the sales department head.” you have to stop him. you have to stop him before he actually fires a competent employee and gives you their spot as a courtship gift. “wait. i think you’d prefer working in HR actually. it’s a shame ms. kim is going to lose her position, but i can just—”

“mr. park—”

“sunghoon,” he cuts you off. “call me sunghoon.”

you look at him, exasperated. “sir,” you say. “i don’t think this is right.”

sunghoon raises a brow. “you don’t like HR? which department would you prefer then?”

you can’t. you can’t do this anymore. you make the mistake of letting your eyes wander out of stress, because they inadvertently land on the shiny gold glint of his nameplate, which is a terribly bad move following after his question because sunghoon notices, and sunghoon gets the very, very wrong idea.

oh, no. oh, no no no no no—

“i see.”

he doesn’t! he doesn’t see! you aren’t coveting his seat! you just want to go back to work and stop dealing with your insane and far too in love with you boss!

“i’m afraid i can’t give away my position as ceo,” he tells you. you swallow, shutting your eyes because you don’t want to acknowledge the mess you’ve just accidentally made, but your lack of vision definitely doesn’t interfere with your sense of hearing.

what you hear next sounds clearer than you’d like it to be.

“how about the position of being the ceo’s fiancé instead?”

that’s it.

“i will be getting back to work now, mr. park.”

there is something very wrong with your boss. it’s not in your job description to fix him.

WHAT’S WRONG WITH CEO PARK? © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

#i spent 30 minutes of my study time writing this bcs i got the genius idea while in the shower. god i hate myself. #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #park sunghoon fluff #sunghoon fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x you #park sunghoon x you #sunghoon x you #enhypen fanfic

[lonely-little-astronaut]

In honour of knife day, I would like to list all the reasons it should have been obvious to Caesar that he was going to be stabbed, according to the Roman historian Suetonius (who was not even born until a few decades after the event, so obviously he would know)

A bunch of horses that Caesar had previously let loose in hope of favour from the gods in battle started crying copiously (which is a horrifying image)

A wren with a laurel branch flew into a theatre and was viciously torn apart by a bunch of other birds

He had a dream he was holding hands with Jupiter in the clouds

His wife had a dream that their house collapsed and Caesar was lying in her arms, having been stabbed

He wasn't even sure if he should go into work that day but Brutus persuaded him to go in several hours late

Someone gave him a little pamphlet thing detailing the plot, but he didn't read it and just bundled it away in his left hand (oooh unlucky hand) with his other papers and things

He had loads of sacrifices done because he couldn't get a good omen, and mocked the Haruspex who interpreted the sacrifices for him (Spurinna)

(edited for clarity)

#ides of march #putting my Latin GCSE to good use #This counts as Latin revision right? #The text I got this from is literally part of the exam spec #Which is really cool I think #I have no idea if this is all common knowledge or not but I didn't know it before we were taught it #I definitely didn't just make this post to see if the thing about Tumblr showering your post with knives is true or not #Edit: there were in fact small knife emojis which is wonderful #I did not expect this post to do so well #my post #mypost

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

#what was initially a teehee shower thought became an ueue scenario #this was going somewhere and and then it got longer and longer and then took a severely angsty turn wtf #originally was going to keep this on the blog but then i cried at the end and decided it had to be let free <//3 #im sorry blade i love u i really do but that just means i need to put u through the emotional wringer haha... ha... a.... #oh and also blade is kafkas bodyguard bc she promised to help find a way to cure him of his curse #(<- the mara/immortality equivalent wow we love unneeded lore !) #and yeah. this is me saying i have too many ideas and aus and idk what to do with myself so im blurting them out here #this is yet another cry for help 🥹 #sophie talks : concepts <3 #blade x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #honkai star rail imagines #hsr imagines

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

#I AM SO SORRY I DREW YAKUMO AGAIN ADFSJEIADKS LOOK OK so xenole gives me the tiny crying yakumo. #says DO WHATEVER YOU WANT and THUS i get to thinking #my immediate thought was #i'm going to make oli breast boobily while comforting him #bc i was determined to draw xenole's fave this time. i swore it to myself. i WILL stop being so self indulgent #but the chibi on chibi comforting scene didn't sit right with me. it was too straightforward. not something i would draw normally #it was hhhh as u say.... not on brand.? it did not inspire me. idea benched.... #so days pass and i'm still pondering ideas on what to do to the sad spaghetti. #configurations of clan members danced in my head. some defending yaku. some comforting. some bullying #the ideas usually involved at least oli or kuya bc once again. xenole bias #then while i'm in the shower i got frustrated with my lack of ideas and thought #i'll jujst eat.him. just. chew on him. i'm tired of him #AND THE IMAGE OF KUYA EATING YAKUMO FOR BREAKFAST POPPED INTO MY MIND #originally it was going to be kuya eating yakuflakes and oli giving him serious side eye but then the brain went #WHAT IF IT'S YAKUMO WATCHING KUYA EAT YAKUMO. THAT IS FUNNY. IT MUMST HAPPEEN #BUT I REFUSED at first. i was angry at myself. this is not a competition to see how you can STILL sHOVE YAKUMO into a drawing. #plus the composition would shrink xenole's chibi down! i would take over so much space by comparison! THE DISRESPECT! TO THE COLLAB PROCESS #but once i get fixated on smth...well. i ended up doing the idea and just praying xenole wouldnt eviscerate me for it #i'm sorry my liege. my grip on the reins was weak. the goofy clown horses went stampeding #so idk now it's the two of em having a peaceful breakfast in kuya's cabin but only kuya is at peace and yakumo's this close to a breakdown #i feel like there should be something in the space between them. a speech bubble or something . something mean is being said #kuya #yakumo #yakuya

[owari-no-suffering]

shoutout to lan wangji and luo binghe for being endlessly tormented by their love interests' mixed signals, reaching their breaking point, and then proceeding to never be normal about their (always reciprocated) crushes (turned husbands) ever again.

#like obviously binghe and wangji are not on the same level. but they're certainly not opposites! #just got to wangxian's first kiss and like. #if my silly gay crush showered me in flowers and pointed out how pretty i was and always hung around me. #but then was like ''wow i love talking to boys don't you love talking to boys S?" #i would also be driven so insane as to just start punching trees #lan wangji epitome of control being pushed past his breaking point and hating himself for it . . . you are so dear to me #luo binghe driven absolutely batshit bonkers by his shizun who cares deeply for him and fears (or used to fear) the idea of him . . . #mm yes i'm connecting the dots. mxtx has a flavour she likes. i see i see #TBD on whether hualian fits into this nonsense at all but from what i've heard: not really #mdzs #rzfzx #svsss #scum villian self saving system #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wangxian #bingqiu

[ash-rigby]

LEFTIST SNOWFLAKE CREEPYPASTAS 😱

GENDER man 😂

2. Jeff(ina) the killHER 👩🏻🔪

3. smile dog (puppy play they/them 🐶)

4. the BOTTOM SURGERY rooms 👀

#text #that;s all i got i don't know any other creepypastas of the top of my head #im certain someone's done this before but it made me laugh in the shower so here you go #the idea that a conservative would know the term ''bottom surgery'' is the most ridiculous thing about this tbh #tag yourself

[pixelated-whump]

Defiant Whumpee who cries when they're angry, but has a high pain tolerance. Whumper loves to see them cry, so when they first learn they cry out of anger, Whumper takes to riling them up on purpose to get them to cry.

Maybe Whumper makes fun of them for it, maybe Whumpee has been bullied for this exact thing before. Maybe it's even just a massive source of embarrassment!

I just love the thought of a Whumpee crying out of sheer anger and not fear.

#literally was taking a shower and thought of this btw #sorry for the lack of posts btw #whumptober made me super burnt out but i got this idea and had to share #whump #whumpee #defiant whumpee #whumper #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump ideas #pixel's whump

[fearandhatred]

that old familiar body ache the snaps from the same little breaks in my soul i know when it's time to go

#fearandhatred #fearandedits #got this idea in the shower like an hour ago lol #sooo many lines in this song fit but i went with the line that inspired this edit #also the lighting in some of these scenes is so terrible actually #maybe i should be blaming my own editing skills instead but goddamn #good omens #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens edit

[inkdemonapologist]

anyway here's the batim dating sim concept that im obviously never going to make but i just think abt sometimes:

sepia sketchy style of art but it's the human characters

you don't play an outside character; you pick a BatIM to play as + time period to play in and that influences your date options so its essentially a shipping simulator.

every time you reach an ending, whether it's good or bad, you get a sort of "game over, try again?" screen which does a sketchy effect of scribbling the previous ending out before starting the next run.

BUT, choices you made AS a character kind of stick when you play a different character. So if you played Sammy and picked all the nicest options, then try again and play as Wally, Sammy would still be making those slightly nicer choices. So as you go, you can actually influence BIGGER things by kind of hopping into each character and steering them in a particular direction

sometimes setting things up so that a character survives or dies or leaves the studio will add or remove them as a date option for other characters -- like, for example, doing multiple runs between Sammy and Susie to make the choices that will save Susie from going into the Ink Machine might make her an actually possible dating option when playing as Allison in a future run -- that sort of thing.

you can't romance Henry as any character in any time period, but little things do seem to affect his dialogue or the things that other characters say about him, and it's highly implied that he's a Secret Unlockable Option if you set everything up JUST SO

..... and if you DO meticulously set everything up perfectly like the game has been hinting, then it is revealed that this whole time you have been Joey Drew, working with the "characters" of your various employees, trying to figure out the perfect scenario that would've saved the studio or kept your employees from leaving or dying or….. made it so that Henry stayed.

#the shipping simulator idea was mine #the concept of choices 'sticking' each run was boo's #and then i got very distracted in the shower one day and the Reveal concept exploded into my brain lmao #batim #bendy and the ink machine

[figofswords]

the post grad why did i get an art degree what am i even doing what do i want in life where am i going crisis has finally hit i want to. lie down in the dirt. or something

#WHAT AM I DOING!!!! #i get up i go to my stupid retail job i stick labels on bags they pay me fucking thirteen bucks an hour i come home i lie on the couch #too tired to draw in too much pain to go anywhere no energy to reach out to college friends to do anything fun #no idea where the even start with getting an industry job no clue what i even WANT at this point #trying to remember what i loved so much about comics i want it BACK i HATE this #WHAT IS THE POINT!!!! WHAT DO I WANT WHERE AM I GOING!!! WHAT COMES NEXT!!!!!! #there's no clear career trajectory i can't do freelance i need structure i can't work too much i need free time #my brain doesn't work every job requires me to move across the country the irs just took fucking three hundred stupid dollars from me #my friends live in different states i can't get a job without experience i can't get experience without a job #i can't work on my portfolio with no energy and no time and i dont have any money and everything is so expensive all the time #i can't get anywhere bc i dont drive and im too stressed to think about taking driving lessons again #and WHAT DO I WANT! #THE MOST INTERESTING THING I DO EVERY WEEK IS GO TO PHYSICAL THERAPY! #I AM EXCITED EVERY WEEK FOR PHYSICAL THERAPY!!!! WHY!!!!!!!! #anyway WHATEVER i need to go to bed #delete later #i got into spx. today. so. had to have a crisis about how i felt when i attended spx (energized. excited. a part of something. ambitious) #versus how i feel now (tired. unmotivated. kind of apathetic about art. disconnected) #i dont miss the stress of school but i miss being around other artists. ppl who speak your language and who want the same things you want #ppl who are excited abut art and that makes YOU excited about art. ppl who get you #i miss that i want that back #whatever. its 1am i gotta go shower i have an 8.5 hour shift tomorrow. wahoo. $13.50/hr lets go

[kieran-granola]

JAYTIM WITH COLLARS AND LEASHES OH MY GOD I DON'T EVEN CARE WHO'S WEARING THE COLLAR AND WHO'S HOLDING THE LEASH BUT PLEASSSEEEE THE THINGS I WOULD DO TO READ THIS FROM YOU 💖💖💖

-@bi-bats

(cw: omegaverse)

It's hot in Tim's den.

It's not an accident. He’s been keeping his home warm ever since Jason and him started seeing each other. It makes it easier for Jason to strip down to his skin for him. To relax and offer himself up entirely without the press of Tim's body to shield him from the cold.

As an added perk, it means that, when the two of them are pressed up together, their bodies grow slick with sweat fast. Their scents come out stronger, heady and alluring. It makes it easy for them to mark each other with nothing but deep kisses and wandering hands.

Not that scentings are ever enough for Tim.

As much as he enjoys smelling himself on Jason, he wishes he could press the imprint of his teeth all over him. He wishes he were allowed to claim him in a way that could last longer than a few hours.

Unfortunately, Jason has only asked him to bite him once, drunk on heat and sex, and Tim... Well. Tim isn't the kind of alpha to take something offered in the throes of fever. He can't deny that he's thought about it, though. He yearns for a proof that Jason is his. He wants to see his claim clear and undeniable on his omega's bronze skin.

In fact, he’s spent so much time thinking about it that he couldn't resist buying a custom collar during one of his long, late-night browsing sessions.

He hasn't told Jason about it, though. He doesn't dare to think that he's not alone in wanting more. Not until Jason arches up under him and breathes out a shaky, “Mark me, please.”

It's clear that he's not asking for a bonding bite. He would have said as much explicitly otherwise. He's probably hoping for a hickey. But if it's a mark he wants then…

Tim pulls back. Jason frowns worriedly, and Tim smiles in reassurance before moving to look into his wardrobe. He takes out his collar. Then, he holds it out for Jason.

“That might be better than a mark, if you're willing to wear it?” he offers, voice soft.

Jason rises up to his elbows and stares, mouth slack with surprise. His eyes flicker up to Tim's, then back down to the collar… Then, a deep and startlingly loud purr starts in his chest. He doesn't make a move to take the collar. Instead, he kneels up and lifts his chin in a clear invitation.

Tim wills his hands not to tremble as he comes closer. He takes a deep breath before helping Jason into the soft material.

All in all, the collar he chose is a pretty conservative piece. Nothing like the daring leather of dog collars, or the coy lace of chokers. The soft, black fabric covers all of Jason's throat and shoulders, down to just over the swell of his chest. It's tastefully understated and undeniably masculine. Practical, yet elegant.

It looks perfect on Jason.

From this close, Tim knows that Jason can glimpse the way "Wayne-Drake" has been embroidered in black thread in a repeating pattern across the black fabric. Thankfully, that clear mark of named ownership only makes him purr even louder. Reassured, Tim finishes fastening the collar in silence.

The thick scent of his arousal fills the air with alpha as he closes the last buckle before pressing a kiss to Jason's covered nape. With a shiver, Jason turns around and throws himself at him. He pins the alpha down into his den and kisses him breathless, only pausing to murmur tiny "thank you's" against Tim's lips.

Adoration filling his chest, Tim wraps an arm around the omega’s waist to hold him close. Then, he traces the letters of his name on the collar with his free hand.

His.

Jason chose to be his.

From here on out, whenever Tim sees him wearing his collar, he'll know that Jason made that choice again. That he looked at himself in the mirror and decided that he belonged to Tim, and that he should let the world know.

Tim growls in satisfaction and flips them over to pin Jason's wrists to the mattress.

Yeah.

All things considered, he thinks that this might be even better than bites. And he damn well intends to show Jason exactly how pleased he is with him.

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #kieran writes #this is once again sweet #and i forgot about leashes #also be thankful you didn't get my first idea because the first thing my dumb dom ass thought when you said collar was #ohhh you know what you've never seen? Warnings in fic about how leather collars can give you a nasty rash if you wear them wet #so you almost got Tim punishing Jason for wearing his collar in the shower and rain and giving himself a rash

[kukekakuningaskris]

wake up baby boos new uquiz dropped!!! have fun!!!

i guess your sexuality based on your JO opinions

#this is for fun and not meant to be taken seriously #also i'm not trying to speculate about real people's sexualities #joker out #uquiz #don't come for me i got this idea in the shower at like 11pm and in my defence i think it's funny

[barclaysangel]

Haha what if I wrote a young Tiffany Valentine oneshot shipping her with me a self-insert OC and having it low key be based on the song “Prom Queen” by Mad Tsai?

Heh, just kidding, kidding!

…

…unless—?

#I got this idea in the shower #I’ve always seen that song as being so fitting for teen Tiffany #And I’m crushing so hard rn on Blaise Crocker and wanna write something with her #So…a sapphic oneshot with Tiffany and me? #Maybe? #what do y’all think? #Would you guys read it if I did? #luna talks #admin #chucky #chucky 2021 #child’s play #tiffany valentine #young tiffany valentine #blaise crocker #Sapphic #wlw #prom queen

[crybaby-bkg]

“I heard somewhere that laying down with your head hanging off the edge of the bed won’t make you gag.” You suddenly blurt out into the room, eyes glued to your phone. Bakugou blinks a couple of times at the tv before he turns to you, confusion written all over his face as he replays what you said again in his head.

“Hah?” Is all he asks, eyebrow cocked as he grunts at your little mischievous face. You’re practically hiding behind your phone now, shoulders hiked up as your eyes glance back to what’s on your screen.

“Lemme see.” He doesn’t wait for your explanation, only grabs you by the ankle resting in his lap and drags you closer to him until he can peek at your screen. You don’t try to hide it from him though, staring at him with wide eyes as his own buck at what you’ve been reading and watching this whole time.

“You really wanna try that? You know I don’t mind if you can’t get it all the way down your throat.” Bakugou says it so nonchalantly, almost as if his words don’t bring a torrent of memories and sex flashbacks highlighting the forefront of your mind. You nod quickly though, glancing at the screen once more before you look up to meet his devious smirk.

…

“Ya sure you want this?” Bakugou asks from above you, stripped down to his birthday suit, cock hanging hard and heavy above you. It’s a daunting sight really, all thick and veiny, precum dripping from his slit down onto your naked chest. It creates an almost humorous shadow against your skin, but to Bakugou, the sight only makes him harder.

“Fuck yes.” You nod quickly. You’re laying horizontally on you guys’ bed, head hanging off of the edge as Bakugou stands above you, grabbing at his base, ready to slip into your mouth the moment you grab at his thighs for support. He taps the mushroomed head against your lips a few times, smears it across your cheeks to watch your tongue follow the taste of it, before finally sliding himself into your mouth.

It’s a foreign feeling really, unused to being upside down while his cock grazes the inside of your mouth, but it feels good against your tongue. Makes your eyes flutter shut as you moan, digging your nails into his skin to urge him to sink even deeper into your mouth, your throat.

It’s an easy glide, he realizes, as he pushes further than he ever has. You choke a little, a small sound, but hold onto him even tighter when he tries to pull away. His balls graze your nose, the scent of them making your thighs clench together as you moan, the vibrations against his cock damn near bring tears to his eyes. Bakugou has to hold onto your tits for support, body caving above you as he fucks his cock in even deeper, groaning at the bump it creates against your skin.

You both wonder why it’s taken you so long to try this, and if you’ll ever go back to being on your knees again.

minors/blank/ageless blogs dni

#omfg tis is so dirty don’t perceive me #I had this idea the other day based on a tt I saw #and someone in the comments was like #hang upside if u don’t wanna choke 🫶🏼 #like omg hello???? I’m gonna take that and run w it #anyway I got flustered writing this for some reason omg #okay bye guys I’m gonna shower and try to read some stuff on here :) #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

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MUTUALS come forth, come hear my words. Imagine our f/os in a ace attorney scenario, who's the victim and who's the culprit

#kat text #i got shower ideas #if i were to choose id say kath and hobie are the npcs like this case is abt something missing #and the boss she used to work for framed her for stealing #she did but for the right reason #as black cat yk cat burglar but she always puts shit back #her boss stole that painting and sold it to a rich man #and she stoled it back #yk yk