#I AM SHAKING WHAT THE HECK

[themintman]

yall y'all y'all I always forget that like. I post public art. On a public account. Like I don't realise that people actually SEE my art or think about it or whatever. Bbut. My GOODNESS. this month I have seen my art in the wilderness and I AM. TERRIFIED???? HELLO???? PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT MY PUBLIC ACCOUNT????? it's so scary goodness me. ANYWAYS KNOW THAT IF YOUVE REFRENCED MY ART AT ALL I DO KNOW. I HAVE SEEN IT AND I AM PROBABLY FREAKIG THE FUCK OUT GOODNESS ME. IM JUST TOO SCARED TO RESPOND BEYOND LIKE. A LIL EMOJI REACTION. HHH

[marsilainen]

How in the fuck do people just continue their lives normally after securing the most life altering concert tickets???

I'm seeing Stray Kids in July 😭😭😭

[lanternlightss]

I also bring itty bitty loop n bard running around at night :3 (with tiny nightlight star as wispi)

OH MY GOODDDDDD

RUNNING UNDER A STARRY NIGHT 🥺🥺 oh this is LOVELY, they all look so skrunkly, ABD THEY HOLD !!! HANDS !!!!!! i love how you have loop leading them like. loop voice hm hm !! i know this terrain Very Well, go on, don’t trip now~!!!! also love how they both Angy (?) eyebrows. it’s dangerous at this hour ……

god you are So Right about nightlight wispti too omg !!!?! that’s actually so cool, they WOULD be a star, a beacon of hope …..

OHH THIS IS JUST SOO CUTEEE

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow Day 6

Shadow Beast

The Twilight Princess fan in me really came out on this one huh? I blame the sleep deprivation. We never quite addressed the effects of the Twili Magic on Twilight and how it's only sheer force of will and the fact he's so darn kind, Midna's influence and Time teaching him the Song of Healing first being the main factor in making sure he doesn't fall huh? Even more so than the One Cutscene. We also need to talk more about the fact we technically kill Midna's people and how by the end of it all Twi is so changed by the Twilight Realm who's it's own can of worms that, much like Time he can't quite go home as himself me thinks, as a treat to myself

Mostly Twilight x Reader, this goes out to all of the folks who never quite recovered from Twilight Princess and the fact we never got that sequel (I mean it gave us BOTW and TOTK and Wild, but at what cost?), but can be read as Link x Reader either on the platonic or romantic.

Don't think there's any warning this time but might edit later if needed.

Actually yeah there is one warning

TW:

References to body horror typical to Twilight Princess, though I recommend not reading it I'd you're squeamish period.

Even after so long, you and Twilight could still remember the beauty and solemnity of the Twilight Realm, with it’s zircon skies with clouds of trapped fire and rains of viper obsidian.

The silence of the infection upon the realm of light broken only by the echoes of the howling elegy of the Twili and Interlopers who came before creeping over the land like rot and wither over flowers, the lament of the lost spirits of the people and animals of Hyrule falling over your spirit like a shroud, a shared hymm from two worlds reality had been twisted, only both of it’s princess, one filled the luster of empyreal sorrow in her mind and one with the scorch abyssal fury in her heart knowing to see the reflective tragedy befallen to their people. With Link as the one who restored the memory of what once was in both worlds as divinity and calamity sang in his bones and you a witness to the restoration of harmony to the discordant symphony, the two different songs of light and shadow refusing to let go of either of you in an eternal duet.

(Once touched by magic, it shall never leave the one if holds onto Twilight may have been the one with the Beast in his soul, with the howl of a wolf, the bite of shades in his veins and the lament of innocents taking precedence over anything purely because he learned how to silence the whispers of the one’s who made a grab for heaven’s throat and we’re pushed in the cracks of reality for their prideful vánitas even as he could taste it in the back of his tongue, twining around his ribs and overgrowing into his shattered mirror heart like vines, flowering with the divinity and eternal nature of the Hero’s Spirit, already having the hunt of the Fierce Deity in it’s veins and the remains of cursed divinity welcoming the new aspect merrily so he could bear it. The song of the innocent wrongly punished among the sinners rang into your mind, scratched at your skin and dug it’s claws around your throat, chocking you with sorrow and regret, more willing to leave gouges than to let go of someone’s who’s looked into the reverse side of the sacred realm and wept with grief for it’s people and the curse of it’s beauty.

It would never leave you, Link or Zelda, who learned who love the darkness the way Midna did, madness and unsightly delight and all.)

While the people of Hyrule merely became trapped as observers at best, if they were lucky, Midna’s raging grief and resentment quickly became obvious, once she revealed that rotten Zant had done to her and her people, twisted into a new form, distorted in body and trapped in mind like the animals and beasts of Hyrule, their pain driving them in becoming feral attack hounds for the usurper, their howling screams as much sorrow, wailing in an attempt to let their agonized, tortured souls to escape from it’s mouth, a futile attempt to flee from the strain of reality forgetting their true form in favor of Zant’s twisted design, of being used as sentient canvases for cruelty and ruthlessness, of their will being stepped over in favor of corrupting recreation.

Of how it only didn’t quaff down at Midna’s mind because of the nature of her ephemerality, fully beloved by the Realm of Darkness, of how she loathed him for it and wouldn’t wish her fate of that of her people’s on any living or dead soul, once she came to love the Realm of Light through Zelda’s sacrifice.

Which was why, when you saw three of the victims of the telltale twisting from darkness utilized with the intent to drive one insane, a familiar looking plate of stone engraved on the remains of ashes from their identity, the curling of distorted, solid darkness making crooked mishapen manes, bent out of shape from their too long torso and long, long arms adorned with twitching, deformed claws, you feel very justified in way your blood froze, holding onto Wild’s arms and yanking with all you had so his shot will miss, his yelp of surprise swallowed by the bone cracking, blood curdling screech from one of the beasts as a Skyward Strike grazed it’s petrified flesh.

You feel something warm drip down your ears, taste the promise of violence and the cry of lost souls on the back of your tongue and swallow it down as the memory of the Twilight Realm attempted to bite and crack your ribcage to quaff down your heart, to devour it bones and all, calling out in desperation, “Don’t! That’s a person!”

Sky freezes, as still as a statue, Legend curses the heavens crimson in a way you are so glad Wind isn’t around to hear as he retreats Twilight snarls, the wolf in him revolted and disgusted, you wonder if the Twilight is singing in his mind too as he restrains himself from reaching for the crystal as nails just a tad too sharp invite droplets of blood to one hand, grimm as a graveyard “We need to get them together anyway, felling just one won’t be enough.”

You grimace, releasing Wild, keeping your eye on the Shadow Beasts and another on your group, pointedly not mentioning the twitch in Four, amethyst clouding his gaze and the prism of his eyes turning gray with memories you and Twilight both knew all too well, of the grimace in Time’s otherwise stony countenance, you’d wished to avoid bloodshed of whoever was turned against their will, but you and Twilight both knew that might not be possible, death, unfortunately, might be the greatest mercy you can grant these poor souls.

(The Twilight is harmonizing in your ears, jeering, you feel the Interlopers insanity and the Twili’s lament on your teeth. As lovely as it could be cruel, the merry feeling upon meeting, the sorrow at a parting.

If you ever see the Shadow, you might just try indulging the echo by offering it’s blood as tribute. You'd make it hurt. The fact it learned the spell used to deform reality in such a way was cruel and vile.)

“Legend, how is your magic?” shoots Warriors, analyzing, calculating, it snaps the purple back into Four’s gaze, brings his mind back to focus as he reaches into his inventory for his Moon Pearl, Twilight is circling the beasts with single minded purpose, herding them together and prowling as he would as a wolf, Wild thankfully listened to your warning and had switched from the more destructive Flame and Lightning Arrows to ice ones. It doesn’t contain them for long but it gives a few precious seconds to strategize.

Legend catches on, switching to the Ice Rod on one hand and grasping his own Moon Pearl with the other, Sky has another Skyward Strike ready, but doesn’t release it, you switch from your sword to accepting a Magic Rod tossed at you from Wild, “Good enough.”

You breath in shakily, the symphony of the Twilight Realm has quieted, more lament than anthem as it’s Hero steps back, returning to your side, he nods grimly, “... Then, let’s end this quickly.”

You know your will boys will do their best to heal them, and failing that, you hope that they’ll hear the requiem of the Twili rather than the lament once they’re at peace, that they'll find some form of threnody.

It is a horrible thing, to be forced to die as a beast.

[hellogoodbyegirl]

when ur in jeopardy and you feel you're about to cry part 1/?

[demigodofhoolemere]

Why do character beats and entire outright scenes with good dialogue and paragraphs of describing what someone is feeling come so darn easily to my brain but when I try to figure out the actual plots going on around the characters it feels like I’m shaking out the couch cushions in my brain in the hopes of loose change that may never materialize

[kashverse]

sukuna, for all his ruthlessness, for all his "king of the corporate world" nonsense, is a hopeless man when it comes to you. so when your birthday rolls around, it’s obvious what he’s going to do. "a thousand roses," he declares, arms crossed, smirking. "biggest fucking bouquet in the world. it’s gonna—"

"no."

he blinks. looks down. his daughter, all of five years old, stares up at him, hands on her hips, expression dead serious. "no?" he repeats, incredulous. "no what?"

she lifts a tiny finger. "no roses."

"the hell do you mean, no roses?"

"bad word!" she yells.

he sighs. "fine, fine—heck do you mean, no roses?"

she frowns, tapping her chin. "mama already gets roses. mama should get something cool." sukuna squints at her. "…like?"

his daughter suddenly beams. "LEGO!"

pause.

"…you want me to get your mom a lego set for her birthday?"

she nods enthusiastically.

sukuna, a grown-ass man, has never been stared down by someone so tiny and felt so defeated. "…fine," he mutters, rubbing his temples. "lego it is."

so that’s how he finds himself sitting at the dining table with his daughter at 11 pm the night before your birthday, helping her put together a lego flower bouquet.

"alright, gimme the little green stem—"

"papa, no! that not where it go!"

sukuna looks at her. then at the piece in his hand. then at the instruction booklet.

"…yeah, it is."

"no, it go here!" she insists, slapping his hand away and shoving the piece in the completely wrong spot. he stares at it. he stares at her.

"that’s not where it goes."

"yes it is," she says confidently.

"no, it fucking isn’t—"

"BAD WORD!"

he groans. "—no, it freaking isn’t!"

she glares at him.

he glares back.

…then sighs.

"fine," he mutters, leaning back. "you’re the boss."

"yes," she nods. "i am."

he exhales, watching as she enthusiastically shoves pieces together. she suddenly pauses.

"papa."

"what?"

"we add angel and labubu."

"why?"

"protection."

he stares at her. then, without a word, he gets up, goes to her hoard of sonny angels and labubus, and hands her two of them. she grins, placing them carefully on either side of the bouquet. "perfect," she declares.

when you come home, exhausted from work, you’re immediately ambushed by your daughter.

"MAMA!"

"happy birthday," sukuna calls lazily from the couch, arms crossed behind his head. before you can respond, your daughter shoves the lego bouquet into your hands, bouncing excitedly.

"LOOK!"

you blink, taking it in. a full lego flower bouquet, colorful, adorable, and—

"…is that a sonny angel and labubu?"

"yes!" she nods aggressively. "they keep it safe!" you laugh, heart swelling, before crouching down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "baby, this is amazing," you grin. "thank you!"

"papa helped!" she says, beaming. you look up at sukuna, amused. "you built legos?" he grunts. "against my will."

your daughter gasps dramatically. "papa! you like it!"

"…i tolerated it," he mutters.

"you LOVE it!"

"alright, chill out," he grumbles, ruffling her hair.

you shake your head, placing the bouquet on the table. "best gift ever," you say sincerely, smiling at them both. sukuna watches you. then, quietly, he smirks. "yeah," he mutters. "best gift ever."

[plaidcowboy]

HIMBO .ᐟ RAFE ┆ meeting reader ✶

❝ not all quite there . . .

. . . crazy with a wrench ❞

pure lapdog behavior 𖥔 unabashed showing off chaotic inner monologue 𖥔 himbo .ᐟ rafe’s introduction 𖥔 he takes requests .ᐟ

“hey, hey,” rafe slapped topper in the chest about five times until topper responded, “stop hitting me, i’m right here.”

rafe ducked down in his seat suddenly, bracing his head, “did she see me?” topper looked around, already over rafe’s behavior, “who? why are you in that position, you look like a fetus, dude.”

rafe peeked over his arms, seeing you were now turned around. he blew out a breath then responded, “that girl over there. you know her? don’t answer, i don’t want you to know her. actually, can you go over there and put in a good word?”

topper blanched, “i am so confused. do you want me to talk to her or not?” rafe shrugged, tilting his side to side, “a little. not too long. crap,” he said suddenly, ducking back down, “i think she looked over again. or am i delusional? i can’t tell anymore. she can’t see me until i’m ready.”

topper frowned, “ready? what are you about to do, you just healed your ankle from jumping two stories, don’t do that again.”

rafe shrugged, “i can and i will. just . . tell her about how much i can press. girls like that right? does she look like she’s into bench pressing? don’t look at her. say something about how i fix cars. and i can fix her car if she has a car. if she doesn’t, tell her i’ll buy her one.”

topper stood, making his way over while walking backwards, “so, that’s all gonna scare her. i got it,” he turned around, making his way towards you.

rafe shifted in his chair, crossing a leg over the over, then putting them back down. he stretched to flex his arms, then quickly put them down too. how the heck do you sit?

while rafe wondered that, topper was doing his best to introduce rafe, “he’s not all quite there . . crazy with a wrench, though.”

rafe looked up after he settled himself when you turned your head to look at him, smiling when you spotted him. that means go, right? rafe sprung up, making his way over, not being able to sit still for another second now that you looked at him. smiled at him.

“sup?” he said once he reached you two, gesturing his head for topper to go away. topper got the hint, returning to his seat. passing rafe, he muttered, “she doesn’t have a car.”

rafe blurted, “i can buy you one,” startling you. he wasn’t able to see topper shaking his head in disappointment as he walked away. your brows scrunched, “sorry?”

rafe smiled nervously, “me too. um, i can buy you a jacket. you look cold,” you realized you were rubbing your arm, “oh, yeah. no, it’s fine. not that bad,” you laughed slightly.

rafe shook his head, anxious you were cold and possibly uncomfortable, “no, if you’re cold, i’ll get you a jacket.”

you tilted your lips, “it’s fine, really. i’m leaving soon, anyway. kind of bored . . was that your friend?” you attempted conversation, but rafe was distracted, staring at you after you mentioned leaving, until he heard the last part of the sentence.

“huh? no, don’t think about him. where are you going?” he didn’t want you to leave yet. did topper talk about his bench press? did you care? did you want to see the callous on his hand from handling tools?

“uh . . just back home. my comfy place,” you muttered shyly. rafe nodded, then frowned. you don’t have a car, are you walking? alone? “i can walk you. i can buy you a jacket on the way. what kind of cars do you like?”

you couldn’t keep up with all that he said at once. you giggled, rafe slightly going weak in the knees at the sound, “sure, you can walk me. i’m still fine about the jacket. mustang’s are pretty cool. what’s your favorite?”

rafe responded distractedly, “the one that drives. you said i can walk you?”

you really have never met a guy like him, “yeah, but i don’t even know your name,” you narrowed your eyes, jokingly suspicious. you didn’t expect rafe’s response, “i’d endure fifteen stab wounds before i hurt you, i’m rafe,” he held his hand out.

your eyes widened, “oh . . don’t do that. nice to meet you,” you shook his hand, responding with your name, then turned to start walking. rafe followed alongside you, thinking about how sweaty his hands just were and how you probably didn’t like that. is he walking alright? are you sure you don’t want a jacket?

“your hand . . ” you suddenly spoke. rafe stilled slightly, scared you noticed the sweatiness. great one, rafe. but then you continued, “it felt rough. what’s on it?” rafe turned to you quickly, excited you brought it up and not the sweat thing. he extended his hand again, “i have a callous, look . . ”

[yoomiwrites]

Not like you

Summary: Every three years, Shanks and his crew return to a small island, where Y/N—reserved, wary of the sea, and utterly uninterested in his antics—somehow always becomes the center of his attention.

Notes: Yes, I am still alive. I just fell into a writer-hole and heck, I'm still kinda stuck in it. I can not confirm anything or give any promises, but I'll try to update my other works soon. This here is just a Oneshot I texted a lil while ago. Much love to you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The wind carried the scent of salt and celebration long before the ship came into view. It always did. A strange kind of omen, warning the islanders of what was to come.

Y/N stood at the farthest edge of the harbor, arms crossed over her chest as she watched the great black sails unfurl against the sky. The ship loomed closer, cutting through the waves with effortless ease, its Jolly Roger—a grinning skull crowned with three scars—flapping proudly in the breeze.

Three years had passed since the last time they came. Three years of peace. Three years of routine. And now, just like that, it was over.

The Red-Haired Pirates had returned.

The town was already stirring, voices rising in excitement as the massive vessel docked. Children darted ahead, laughing, eager for the stories, the gifts, the chaos that would soon follow. Y/N stayed put, her fingers curling into the fabric of her sleeves.

She should have gone home when she had the chance.

The gangplank hit the wood with a heavy thud, and there he was—Shanks, the devil himself, striding onto the dock like he owned it.

His red hair was windswept, his coat lazily slung over his shoulders, and that damned grin—wide, confident, entirely too pleased with itself—was already fixed in place.

Her stomach twisted.

She turned to leave, but—

“Oi, Y/N!”

Too late.

The crowd barely had time to clear before a heavy arm landed around her shoulders, pulling her in as if they were old friends. As if he hadn’t spent years making her life miserable every time he set foot on this island.

“What a welcome!” he laughed, leaning in closer, and she could already smell the faint traces of rum on him. “Did you miss me?”

Her nails dug into her palms. “Not in the slightest.”

That only made his grin widen.

“She’s lying,” he announced, loud enough for half the harbor to hear. “You see how she’s shaking? That’s excitement, folks!”

A roar of laughter followed, and her face burned. She shoved his arm off her and stepped back, glaring.

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re as charming as ever,” he shot back. “Been waiting for me all this time, haven’t you?”

The audacity.

She scoffed, turned on her heel, and stormed away, ignoring the way his laughter chased after her.

She hated him.

She hated his stupid grin, his stupid charm, the way he always singled her out. She hated that no matter how much she tried to disappear, he never let her.

And most of all, she hated that she didn’t understand why.

From the moment the Red-Haired Pirates arrived, the streets were no longer hers. They belonged to them—their voices, their laughter, their music spilling into every alleyway. Taverns would be filled to bursting, barrels of rum cracked open, and for a whole month, the island would forget itself in their presence.

She should have been used to it by now. But there was no getting used to Shanks.

The man had made it his personal mission to make her life hell.

Their first meeting had been a disaster—she had just wanted to buy bread. That was it. But somehow, he had decided she was “too quiet,” and within minutes, she had been pulled onto a table, forced into the center of a drinking song, and made to dance under the amused eyes of half his crew. She had fled the moment she could, humiliated, furious.

Every visit since had been more of the same.

He always found her.

Always turned every situation into a spectacle.

And the worst part?

No one else seemed to mind.

The townspeople loved him. Children ran after him, wide-eyed and eager for stories of the sea. Merchants welcomed him like an old friend, knowing his crew would leave their pockets lighter by the end of the month. Even the mayor, a man who rarely showed favor to outsiders, seemed more relaxed in his presence.

But Y/N?

No.

She wanted nothing to do with him.

And yet, despite her best efforts, she knew she wouldn’t escape him for long.

As if summoned by the mere thought of him, a familiar voice rang out, closer than she would have liked.

“There you are.”

Her heart sank.

Slowly, she turned her head.

Shanks leaned casually against the wooden fence bordering her small garden, looking entirely too pleased with himself. The dim lantern light caught the sharp angles of his face, the playful gleam in his eye.

Y/N crossed her arms. “Are you lost?”

“Nah,” he said easily. “Just wondering why my favorite islander isn’t out celebrating.”

She scoffed. “Maybe because I don’t want to.”

“That can’t be it,” he mused, tapping a finger to his chin. “Maybe you’re waiting for the right invitation.”

She stared at him. “You are unbelievable.”

“I try.”

He moved closer, and she tensed, resisting the urge to step back.

“What do you want, Shanks?” she sighed, tired already.

He tilted his head, as if considering. “I could say I’m here because I just enjoy your company.”

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

“That hurts, Y/N.” His grin was all mischief. “Truly.”

She didn’t dignify that with a response.

Instead, she turned, reaching for the door handle—

And of course he was faster.

With an ease that should have been illegal, he shifted in front of her, blocking her path.

“Move.”

“Hear me out.”

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard what I’m asking.”

“I don’t need to,” she snapped. “I already know it involves me, a crowd, and some grand display of humiliation.”

Shanks clutched his chest as if she had struck him. “You wound me.”

She just glared.

“Alright, alright,” he relented, holding up his hands. “No public humiliation. I swear on my honor as a pirate.”

“That means nothing.”

“Fair point.”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Just say what you want so I can say no and go to bed.”

His grin softened into something quieter, and for a moment, she felt herself tense for an entirely different reason.

“Just one drink,” he said, and for once, his voice wasn’t loud or teasing. “No crowds, no tricks. Just you and me.”

She frowned.

That was new.

No grand spectacle? No dragging her into some absurd situation?

Just… a drink?

She should say no.

She would say no.

And yet—

Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the sheer audacity of the man standing in front of her. Or maybe, just maybe, she was tired of running.

“…Fine.”

Shanks blinked. Then, his grin stretched wide, like a cat who had finally caught the canary.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he teased. “I knew you secretly liked me.”

She groaned. “I already regret this.”

He only laughed, stepping aside with a sweeping gesture. “Come on, then. Your chariot awaits.”

It wasn’t until she followed him down to the docks that she realized—

They weren’t heading to a tavern.

They were going to his ship.

Y/N stopped in her tracks. “Wait—”

Too late.

He was already walking up the gangplank, moving like a man completely at ease in his domain. He paused at the top, glancing over his shoulder.

“You coming?”

She scowled. “Why here?”

“Would you rather be crammed between a bunch of sweaty drunks?” he asked, tilting his head. “Figured this would be more… personal.”

That word sent a prickle of unease down her spine.

Shanks, personal?

Something about that felt dangerous.

Still, she wasn’t about to back down now.

With a resigned sigh, she stepped onto the wooden boards, following him into the belly of the beast.

The ship was eerily quiet.

Y/N had expected noise, crew members, something. But as she stepped onto the deck, there was no one in sight.

It was strange.

Shanks thrived in chaos. He was always in the middle of it, the heart of the storm. And yet, here he was, leading her into the dimly lit captain’s quarters, far away from the revelry.

He gestured toward a small table, where a bottle of dark liquor and two glasses waited. “Have a seat.”

She did, eyeing him warily as he poured.

Her gaze flickered—unintentionally—over him.

It was different seeing him like this, away from the noise and the laughter.

Here, under the lantern light, she could see the details she had always ignored. The deep scars running over his eye. The way his coat, as grand as it seemed at first glance, was frayed at the edges, weathered by years at sea. The sleeve of his missing arm, loosely pinned, the fabric worn.

For all his confidence, for all his presence—he was just a man.

Shanks noticed.

His smirk curled.

“Careful,” he drawled. “Stare at me like that any longer, and I’ll start thinking you’re interested.”

Her face heated. “I wasn’t—!”

“Oh, no need to explain,” he cut in smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “I get it. Happens all the time.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Does it?”

“Oh, sure.” He gestured grandly with his one arm. “The tragic but dashing pirate, battle-worn but still impossibly charming—”

She snorted. “Impossibly is the right word.”

“—and of course,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken, “there’s always a lovely island girl who can’t help but fall for my roguish good looks.”

She rolled her eyes. “I should have known you’d make this unbearable.”

Shanks grinned. “You make it too easy.”

He reached for his drink, and for a brief moment, she caught it again—that flash of something beneath the bravado. Something older. He caught her staring, and his smirk softened into something different.

“Does it bother you?” he asked suddenly.

She frowned. “What?”

“The arm.”

Her eyes flickered to the empty sleeve, then back to his face.

Did it?

“No,” she said honestly. “It doesn’t.”

He hummed, swirling the liquor in his glass. “Most people try not to look.”

“I’m not most people.”

He chuckled. “That, Y/N, is painfully obvious.”

She huffed. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Shanks leaned forward, elbows on the table, his grin downright lazy. “You’re different.”

She snorted. “Oh, is that your grand observation?”

“Mhmm.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “You don’t drink. You don’t party. You don’t fall for my charm—”

“That’s debatable.”

“—and yet,” he continued smoothly, ignoring her interruption, “you’re here. Alone. With me.”

Y/N suddenly became very aware of how small the room was.

She scoffed, taking a sip of her drink just to have something to do. The burn of it settled in her chest. “Only because you tricked me.”

Shanks grinned. “Oh, sweetheart. If I had tricked you, we wouldn’t be sitting at this table.”

She nearly choked on her drink.

His laughter rang through the cabin, rich and warm, and she knew— She was in trouble.

For a moment, silence stretched between them, the teasing grin still lingering on Shanks’ lips.

Then, his expression shifted.

It was subtle—barely more than a flicker—but Y/N noticed.

His fingers drummed absently against the side of his glass, his gaze lowering to the amber liquid inside. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.

“The world is changing.”

Y/N frowned, caught off guard by the sudden weight in his tone. “What?”

Shanks exhaled, tipping his head back slightly as if looking at something far beyond the wooden walls of his cabin.

“The sea is restless,” he murmured. “The young are getting bolder. They want their piece of the world, and they’re willing to fight for it.” He chuckled, but there was no real amusement in it. “Sooner or later, the balance will break. And when that happens… everything will shift.”

She stared at him.

This wasn’t the Shanks she knew—the one who laughed too loudly, who never seemed to take anything seriously.

This was a captain speaking. A man who had seen the tides change before.

She tried to shake the unease creeping up her spine.

“So what?” she said, attempting nonchalance. “You always say you’re the strongest, don’t you?”

His lips quirked. “I say a lot of things.”

That shouldn’t have bothered her. But for some reason, it did.

She studied him. He had lived a life of war, of battles and losses, but she had never seen him like this—so aware of the cost of it all.

“Are you saying you won’t come back?” she asked, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Shanks didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he tilted his glass slightly, watching the liquid swirl.

“Not as soon as usual,” he admitted. “Maybe not at all.”

Y/N stiffened.

For years, she had resented his arrivals, cursed his teasing, his ability to turn her into the center of attention. And yet, the thought of him never returning settled heavily in her chest in a way she didn’t like.

She scowled, shoving the feeling aside. “You’re messing with me.”

Shanks met her gaze, and for once, there was no laughter in his eyes.

“I’m not.”

Something about the way he said it made her stomach twist.

Her fingers tightened around her glass.

“…So why tell me?” she asked, unsure why her voice felt smaller.

Shanks leaned forward, the space between them shrinking. His expression was unreadable, the usual mischief replaced with something quieter. Something more real.

“Because I need to know,” he said softly, “if you trust me.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

His gaze held hers, unwavering. “Do you trust me?”

She swallowed.

Did she?

For years, she had told herself she hated him—his recklessness, his carefree arrogance, the way he never let her fade into the background.

But she had never once feared him.

Never once doubted that, if she were to fall, he would catch her.

“…Yes.”

The second the word left her lips, Shanks moved.

It happened so fast she barely had time to react—his hand tilting her chin up, his breath warm against her skin. Then, his lips met hers, firm yet unhurried, as if he were trying to tell her something without words.

Y/N froze.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts scattering.

Shanks—kissing her.

And worse?

She wasn’t stopping him.

His fingers curled against her jaw, holding her in place as if afraid she might slip away. There was no drunken recklessness in the way he kissed her—no teasing, no games. Just heat. Just intention.

Just him.

By the time he pulled away, her breath was uneven, her face burning.

He studied her for a moment, searching, before his lips curved into something softer than his usual grin.

“There,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her skin. “Now you know.”

Her mind was still reeling. “K-Know what?”

Shanks chuckled, the sound low. “How I feel.”

Y/N could still feel the warmth of his lips on hers, even as her mind struggled to make sense of what had just happened.

Shanks had kissed her.

And he had meant it.

She wasn’t sure what unsettled her more—the act itself or the realization that she hadn’t wanted him to stop.

Shanks exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen…”

His voice was lower than usual, lacking its usual ease. Almost hesitant.

“I know this is a lot,” he continued, choosing his words carefully. “And I’m not trying to rush anything or—or expect anything. I just…” He sighed, shaking his head. “Hell, this is harder than I thought.”

She blinked. Was he—the great Red-Haired Shanks—nervous?

He met her gaze again, more serious this time.

“Stay,” he said simply.

Her breath caught.

His mouth quirked slightly at her expression, but there was something uncertain in it. “Not like that,” he clarified quickly. “I just—I want to spend more time with you. Just tonight.”

Y/N hesitated.

Everything about this—about him—felt overwhelming. But at the same time…

She didn’t want to leave.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment. Maybe it was the storm he claimed was coming. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because a part of her liked him more than she thought.

“…Alright,” she said softly.

His shoulders relaxed, as if he had been bracing for her rejection.

Shanks grinned then—not his usual teasing smirk, but something warmer. Something real.

“Good,” he murmured.

She looked down at her glass, at the golden liquid swirling inside. “Just tonight.”

“Just tonight,” he echoed.

But as the ship swayed gently beneath them, as the night stretched on with quiet conversation and lingering glances, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder—

Hadn’t it always been more than that?

And when he left—whenever that would be—wouldn’t some part of him stay behind?

Wouldn’t some part of her go with him?

[kissitbttr]

pregnancy was never easy. if it was, fathers could do it.

and truly it was something that toji had learned throughout being married to you and seeing your belly swell with your baby girl. the constant mood swings, back pains, cravings and all. but toji is a wonderful husband. for that, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

anything you want, you get even if your midnight cravings hit. toji will still get up and get dressed before drive to the nearest store that has your favorite red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting.

but being pregnant also means that toji has gotten far more protective than usual. more staying by your side, more checking up on you through his phone, more hiring security cameras and guards to keep you safe. despite your protests, he still thinks it’s necessary.

“sweethea—what the heck?” toji grumbles, eyes almost popping out of his sockets to see you’re not beside him. eyes glancing left and right and that’s where the panic begins to seep into him. “fuck” he scrambles out of the bed, seeing the clock hits at two am,

“no, no, no—“ he feels bead of sweats racing on his temples before slipping on his shoes and a shirt over his head. thinking that something might have happened to you.

god, i can’t go through this. not again. not you. please, please, not you.

toji may not have been the most religious man that has ever walked on earth. but he will beg on his knees and plead to the man up above to never take you away from him,

and just as he about to grab a gun off his safe, he hears the refrigerator door shut downstairs. the sounds making him halt as he quick to whip his head to the source of it.

his eyebrows then furrowed, putting the weapon down carefully before stepping out of your shared room. sometimes he curses himself for buying a home far too big because now he feels like it’s an eternity coming down the stairs. but again, he bought it for you.

the living room lights are already turned off, the only dimmed light he could see is from the kitchen. not only that, but he could hear the metals clinking. so slowly, with ever so confusion written across his face, toji approaches slowly

and there you are ever in your glory, body draped in your favorite pink silky robe sitting on the floor with your back against the fridge. a plate of not one but two red velvet cake slice in your hand as the other forks your way through the delicious treat.

toji heaves out a breathe of relief, knowing that nothing had happened to you. and the noise is loud enough for you to stop chewing and look up. eyes widen at your husband’s figure standing only a few feet away,

“hi” your voice sounds small. almost like embarrassed because you feel like a kid who got caught stealing a cookie off the jar,

“sweetheart” the nickname falls from his mouth like he’s happy to see you after being a part for so long. “what are you doing?”

your mouth slowly begin to chew, a cute smile making its way as your eyes glinting with innocence that toji can’t deny but feel like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

“the baby is hungry” is the only thing you can muster to a response, like it’s an obvious thing. “she wants cake” you giggle quietly,

oh yes, he is definitely falling harder for you again

“the baby is—“ he sighs, hands coming up to rub his face up and down. not because he’s upset but rather amused. “she wanted red velvet cake?”

“mhmm!” you nod vigorously, taking another big bite of the dessert. “and cream cheese frosting!”

and for the first time in a while, toji laughs with his head shaking at the sight of his beautiful wife eating cake at two am. “she told you that?”

“yes! i heard her whisper to me before i go to bed ‘mama.. can we eat the cake? but wait until dada goes to sleep’ because she knows how dada doesn’t allow mama to eat cakes” you smile at him, doing your best of baby voice. licking the cream off the utensil,

toji is grinning so hard he feels like his cheeks are hurting, his eyes are full of love when he looks at you and the little girl you’re growing in there,

“well dada is just taking care of mama so she will be healthy. she needs veggies and whole foods” he takes another step closer, sliding next to you. his eyes never leaving yours, looking at you so lovingly by the way you eat. “i thought something happened to you.. i was panicking”

you pout, not wanting to cause anymore distress on him. “i’m sorry i shouldn’t have done that. but i couldn’t wake you up, you looked exhausted”

he frowns, bending his knees close to his chest. “you should’ve. i would gladly grab the cake for you hence you asked, baby” he leans forward and kiss your temple,

a grateful smile places on your lips, humming in a contentment at the feeling of his soft mouth on your skin. “hmm, i know—“ you cradle his cheek with your free palm, thumbing against his cheekbone and down to his scar.

he used to be so insecure about it until you made him not to be. giving so much praises and kisses about the scar that you think look so hot on him.

“want some?” you extend a spoonful of the cake towards his mouth, in which he opens almost immediately, biting onto the sweet goodness. “how lucky i am to have you, mr. y/l/n”

he laughs, wiping the walnut crumbs off the corner of his lips. “i should be the one saying that to you, doll”

maybe second chances do exist. and it’s a privilege for a person to earn one. toji may had done very questionable things in the past that would make a person think twice in befriending him, let alone married to him but change is real.

and the flaws are what makes it him. it’s one of the reason you are drawn to this beautiful man. because despite every negative seed he may have in him, he still tries. trying and trying to be the person you deserve and the father that your baby girl deserve.

it upsets you to no end knowing that everyone can’t see that. they just see him as a cold, reserved, selfish man who keeps himself closed from the world to see. they don’t see the tears he had shed almost every night for failing to be perfect, they don’t see him having a small banter with you because he wanted to take your last name, they don’t see the amount of times he locked himself in his room because of people talkinh, they don’t see him always rushing out of his office on fridays because he wants to get home before you do just so he can cook your favorite dish,

they don’t see all of that but toji doesn’t care. he doesn’t need their validation nor approval. he just needs yours.

because it’s you he always comes home to. you are his salvation. you are his peace. you are his dream came true.

you, you, you, you.

before you could protest, he presses his lips against yours and move his hand down to your bump,

“happy doesn’t even begin to describe how grateful i am to be your husband”

[scarameownya]

FUCK I RAN OUT OF TAG PLS LET IT CONTINUE HERE

-> #THIS IS GOING TO STUCK IN MY MIND FOR THE NEXT FEW WEEKS OMGGGGGGGGGG

-> #ALSO ACTUALLY WAN'S DIALOGUE DURING HIS MONOLOGUE ON TRYING TO TELL HIM TO GO TO SLEEP IS ALSO SO ACCURATE IN MY MIND

-> #"That the reason you keep failing is because you've been trying too hard, you idiot."

-> #NO !?!?!?!? STOP DOING THINGS TO MY HEART ?!?!?!?! //POS POS SO SO POS

-> #COUGHCOUCGCHXVCHCCHCH fic that live rent free in my mind forever (culprit: cy)

-> #PLEASE I LOVE THIS AN INSANE AMOUNT THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG IM ACTUALLY SO HONORED WTF

-> #when you told me its 1.6k word im like "oh no"//pos

-> #IM GOING IM GOING TO SHOW THIS OFF TO EVERYONE AND QUEUED THIS AND REBLOG THIS MANY TIME UWHAUWHQWUSHQHSH

-> #🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

-> #i promise ill get my revenge one day 🤭 //pos //lh

𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕆ℂ!ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕠

secrets held in ivory cages

Note: First time writing wanderer, so, he might be a bit OOC. I tried looking for more lore of the two of them and tried to put together what I could with what I found. This work was inspired by them rarely ever saying each other's names.

Word Count: 1.6k | Reading Time: 10 minutes

Hours bleed from the sun until an inky blue paints the midnight sky. Specks of light scatter all over, forming a myriad of constellations. The crescent moon hangs overhead and casts her soft glow through the windows of a certain inventor's room. Fire burns low from the lamp lit on his desk— just enough to allow Niko to see the gears and metals scattered all over the wooden surface. A monocle-like device perches on the bridge of his nose in place of his usual glasses, allowing him to tinker with his latest project with more precision. His gloved fingers smudged with grease as he makes adjustments on the gears; hoping that it'll work this time.

"You'll look like a raccoon if you keep this up," A sharp voice cuts through the silence of the room. The wanderer leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest and a familiar frown tugging on his lips. Deep blue eyes cast their gaze over the dimly-lit desk with an unreadable expression. "You've been at it for weeks now."

All that only merits a scoff from the inventor's lips, his attention still on the project before him. A bead of sweat forms on his temple as he twists one last screw in tight before placing it down. To anyone other than Niko himself, it would have looked like scraps of metal stuck together. But to him? It was meant to be something revolutionary. He just knew it. All he had to do was figure out a few things and it'll turn into something everyone will understand as well.

With a lick of his lips, he turns it on. A rhythmic ticking comes from the item.

Click-clack. Click-clack.

It becomes steady as the seconds trickle by. There's a glimmer of light in Niko's eyes as hope blooms within his chest. It was finally working! However, his hopes wilted the second that a thin stream of smoke began to rise from the project. Sparks flew from the cogs and its parts began to move awkwardly in comparison from before. Panic surges within the young inventor.

"No, no, no—" Boom!

A loud bang erupts from the machine, he winces and raises his arms over his face to shield himself from any possible debris flying about. The light grey smoke from earlier had eventually become a dark shade as its parts lie limply on the desk. Niko clicks his tongue, a frustrated expression contorting his features as his hands furl into a fist. Emotions begin to bubble up within him, clawing at his throat as he glares at yet another failed attempt.

"Why won't it work?" He mumbles to himself, taking a breath and letting out a sigh of defeat. His shoulders are taut as hypothesis after hypothesis race through his mind as to what could have possibly gone wrong this time.

Why couldn't he make it possible? He'd always been proud of his capabilities in the creation of Meka— yet this one simply seems to elude him.

"Maybe your genius has run out." The wanderer lets his presence be known once more. The comment redirects the glare towards him. Though this time, he stands across Niko's desk with his back facing him as he leans against the edge. His fingers catch a still-rolling gear, twirling it between his fingers.

"Leave if all you came here is to be an additional headache." Niko bites back. He closes his eyes, taking off the gadget perched on his nose. It's carelessly casted beside the remnants of the machine from moments ago. Niko pinches the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, trying to calm himself down.

A moment of silence passes them. Only the gentle sways of the wind from the open window and the whirring sounds of the unsuccessful meka remain, yet that too eventually fades in the background. For all their bickering and snarky remarks towards each other— there's a kind of solace that these rare moments offer them. The kind that both of them refuse to admit out loud all the while secretly craving for it when they least expect it.

Neither one of them had truly known how to make way with words. Most of their interactions up to now would be enough to make everyone else think they hated each other. But that wasn't the case, was it? There was respect and admiration hidden beneath the layers they put on. An acknowledgement of the other– not-so begrudgingly either. Somehow, almost telepathically, they were aware of that as well. A private thing just reserved for themselves. Let it remain unvoiced and kept close to their hearts. As if voicing out such a thing would only allow the world to know there's still something to take from them.

And they fear that this cruel world might do just that.

So, they stay silent.

It takes a few more moments for Niko to let his shoulders relax. The frustration on his face turns into a much more open and vulnerable one. A tinge of sadness is mixed in it as well. Umber eyes soft as he watches over his failed creation. For all his achievements and creations in the past, why couldn't this one work out no matter how hard he tried? It made it seem as though all else had been some stroke of dumb luck. The same question repeats in his mind like a broken record he can't put to a stop.

Why—

"Buer conducted research on the importance of sleep to a person's psychological wellness," Wanderer voices out. The sudden topic causes Niko's brows to furrow, his gaze flickering towards an all too familiar back. His lips part to say something but the other cuts him off. "Lack of sleep promotes a decrease in brain activity— in some cases possibly shrinking certain areas depending on the extent…"

He begins to explain the lengths of the consequences a person will face due to sleep deprivation. Even proceeding to the experiments that the archon herself had conducted paired with the research results presented and explanations in lengthy detail. Niko can barely butt in to ask what the point of his rambling is about. All there is on his expression now is genuine confusion. As this happens, the wanderer barely glances at the inventor.

"Where are you even going with this?" He finally manages to interject.

"That the reason you keep failing is because you've been trying too hard, you idiot." Wanderer remarks.

Confusion on Niko's face spirals into a dumbfounded one. Calling a renowned genius an idiot? At this point, he wasn't even sure whether to be upset or confused. Perhaps both! The frustration he'd felt just moments ago comes back— any semblance of peace they've had now tossed out the window.

"Wrack that brilliant brain of yours. You haven't slept in weeks. Do you honestly think you're in any state to properly create something right now? I hardly even believe you're in any state to still be awake."

Finally, midnight blues meet with umber. Their gazes locked, and the words on the tip of his tongue die out. The frustration and annoyance fades, disappearing into something else that he's unsure how to describe as. It blooms and blooms within his chest, suffocating the beating organ all the while spreading warmth around it. His lips still parted as he remained frozen in his seat, and nose slightly scrunched. All the conflict he'd felt within was visible on his face.

"What?" Is the only response he can muster.

"Go to sleep, Niko." He responds.

Niko.

Every brain cell that had been working in Niko's brain had just stopped entirely. Somehow, all of it had focused on repeating the exact same words in his mind like an echo in a vast cavern. He blinks once. Twice. Maybe even thrice— he's unsure. Of course, the wanderer takes note of this, feeling conscious of the slip he made. Quite precisely, it feels as though he can still feel the name on his lips and tongue. A feeling he can't quite get rid off (not that he wanted to). Wanderer's jaw tightens, his hands reach out for the edge of his hat, tilting it down ever so slightly. As if to cover his face from the inventor.

How strange it would be, no? Both of them acting like this in just the utterance of a name. And yet that four-letter word had felt far too intimate than they expected. Every rude and insulting nickname has left their lips that they've gotten fairly creative with it at this point. However, to call the other by their first name? It felt right and wrong all at once.

"Just…try to get some sleep. Then work on that stupid project of yours." Wanderer finally manages to break the silence that loomed over them. His face turned away, and he's already making his way towards the door.

All Niko manages to do is just…stare at his retreating figure. Words pile up on the tip of his tongue— far too fast and far too many. His voice fails him, dying before it can reach his lips. There's a need that bubbles up inside of him. For what? He is unsure.

"There's no need to rush it." Those were the wanderer's final words, pausing by the door for a moment. His hand on the frame, head turned partially to meet the pair of brown eyes still watching his retreating frame.

Niko's lips shut closed.

Somehow, it felt oddly calming. The hopeful ambiguity of his words; how his mouth purses with his own uncertainty; his cheeks with a tinge of warmth that may only be the fire's illusion; and the look in his eyes that almost feels like reassurance. An affirmation to something better remained private.

For now, at least.

He nods his head. Wanderer takes his leave.

A final whisper stumbles from Niko's lips. And perhaps, the anemo archon had let the wind carry his message to its recipient— wherein the only response would be the slight deepening of the shade in the tip of the wanderer's ears as he disappeared into the hallway.

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Usually, my basis of writing fics is one singular scene that I can't get out of my head. Even if it doesn't become the highlight of the whole thing, I always still wanna write it for that scene alone. I read your post about them rarely saying each other's name out of respect. And the scene that stuck with me was late night conversations, wanderer by Niko's desk, and his name slipping out.

Ngl, I was only expecting this to be a 500-word drabble. But then, I started writing and found this drabble to be so fun. Even during busy days, I'd look forward to getting back at my place to work on this fic. Writing this was a joy I had despite the chaos the past week. And I do hope you found this even just a bit enjoyable as well!

Oh, let me know if there's something you'd like to adjust/change some minor details (e.g how wanderer and Niko are referred as or some of the dialogue)! I won't take it personally. If anything, I'd appreciate it so that you'll enjoy it even more, and I can learn more about them hehe <3

[possessionguy]

Fatso's Ghostly Escapade!

It has been a while since Fatso the big blue ghost has enjoyed himself with a delicious hunky fleshie to inhabit, and he has been itching to get back out there and have the time of his afterlife.

Usually, Fatso possesses a fleshie alongside his two brothers, Stinky and Stretch, however, this time Fatso went on his own outing so he could have some more privacy in whatever activities he had planned.

Fatso decided to fly out to the busy street of Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles, a place that is packed with fleshies all eager to see the sights of the city of angels and stars.

Fatso flies over the herds of fleshies invisible to not cause a scene, the big guy is looking for a certain kind of fleshie, a fleshie who is beefy, hunky, and would make any man stare.”Let’s see what I get today. This time I do NOT want the fat guy!” Fatso intends to take over the sexiest fleshie he can find so that he can become the talk of the town.

Fatso keeps on his search when he sees something that almost makes him reveal himself out of excitement, Fatso sees his next victim. The man is tall, dark, and handsome with bulging muscles and a face that can get anything he wants.

Fatso’s eyes pop out of his head as he ogles the fleshie up and down.”Ooh! Look what we have here… the man of my dreams! Hubba Hubba!” The man walks across the street wearing all gray and black with a leather jacket as he seems to be in a rush. The fleshie jumps into a cab as Fatso decides to join in on the ride.

Fatso sits next to his soon-to-be body in the backseat of the car as his fleshie gets comfortable and opens up his phone. Fatso thinks to himself, “Now why were you in a rush, you sexy slab of meat…”

Fatso peaks at the man’s phone as he opens up an app that is quite familiar with Fatso, the yellow app known as Grindr. Fatso scoffs, “Hahaha now THIS is what I am talking about! Fleshie you are PERFECT! I cannot wait to get my hands on you big guy!” Fatso is getting hornier and hornier as he thinks about squeezing inside this hunk of a man.

Fatso wants to see what his fleshie has in mind as he sees the fleshie messaging someone. The messages read; “Hey r u on ur way Brandon?” “Yup just got in the cab, can't wait till you see you” “Can't wait I'm waiting in bed”.

Fatso sees these messages, “Ohh I see fleshie… ‘Brandon’ is on his way to a hookup, well I hope there is room for a THIRD! Bahahaha” Fatso laughs to himself as the car shakes slightly from his large vibrating form.

Brandon gets to his destination as Fatso trails him, Brandon enters the apartment complex and gets rings to get inside. As Brandon walks in he seems to have to use the restroom so he runs over to the bathroom to relieve himself before he makes his way to his hookup’s room. “It's time to get this show on the road fleshie! Haha!” Fatso knows it's time to take over his fleshie as he prepares to take possession of Brandon. 

Brandon gets into the bathroom and quickly takes a piss as he lets out a sigh and zips up, before he leaves the bathroom he makes sure he looks in the mirror. Brandon is checking himself out when he hears some noises coming from a closed stall. “What was that?” Brandon questions as he turns his head to a stall he knows was left open when he first walked in. The stall looks like it's shaking and rumbling causing Brandon to want to take a closer look. “Is someone there?” Brandon walks up to the stall and opens the door to see no one. “What the heck is going on?” All Brandon sees is an empty stall as he notices the toilet is vibrating, Brandon steps forward until he is standing above the toilet looking down into the bowl.

“Hey fleshie… turn around…”

Brandon whips his head up and quickly turns around with a confused look on his face as he sees a large pudgy ghost with piercing orange eyes looking directly at him almost completely blocking the stall door.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! What are you?!” Brandon shrieks

Fatso laughs and grins, “The name’s Fatso, and you caught my eye you sexy fleshie!” Brandon tries to run out of the stall but Fatso bounces Brandon back like a giant balloon which causes Brandon to stumble onto the toilet behind him.

“Oh Fleshie, why leave so soon, it's only the beginning of our fun escapade together, or should I say… MY fun escapade INSIDE you!” Fatso starts to move closer to Brandon.

Brandon looks up at Fatso while he scoots back as much as he can, “What do you want from me?! This can't be happening!” Brandon looks terrified as Fatso gets up close and personal with him, rubbing his ghostly belly against his knees as the chubby ghost gets eye-level with his prey. Fatso looks Brandon in the eyes, “Hehe Possession is 9/10s the law and you are ALL MINE!” Fatso charges back as Brandon goes wide-eyed. “NOW OPEN UP FOR FATSO!” Fatso flings forward towards Brandon as Fatso slams into Brandon’s crotch looking for his way in.

Brandon tries to get up but the immense force of Fatso keeps Brandon stuck on the toilet seat. Fatso phases through Brandon’s jeans and finds Brandon’s flaccid rod, “Ooooh! Why hello there big guy! Hehe, don't mind if I do!” Fatso begins to press against Brandon’s rod as his head slurps in. Brandon moans and chills from the sudden cold and rubbery feeling of Fatso entering into him. Brandon immediately freaks out and pulls down his pants to see Fatso slurping inside him, “AHHH GET OUT!” Fatso continues to laugh as he slowly sinks into Brandon’s rod which causes Brandon to go hard and feels Fatso enter into his stomach. 

Brandon watches in horror as Fatso’s bulbous stomach slams into him, Brandon begins to push against against Fatso with his hands, “Get off of me!” Fatso starts to come back out of Brandon as Fatso groans slowly, “Awww come on Fleshie, let me in, I promise I will take great care of you!”

Fatso pops out of Brandon’s crotch as Fatso has a scolding look on his face, “You think are can keep me out fleshie, I’ll show you what it means to be taken over!” Brandon quickly gets up and makes a run out of the bathroom as Fatso flies forward and bodyslams into Brandon’s back causing Brandon to hit his head against the door and fall backward on his back. Brandon is in a daze as he opens his eyes and sees Fatso above him.

Fatso grins, “Thanks for making this easier for me fleshie, now open wide 'cause I’M COMING THROUGH!!!” Fatso dives down into Brandon’s mouth and he slams all his ghostly weight onto Brandon as his head and arms immediately go down into Brandon’s throat, “Now this is what I am TALKING ABOUT! Hahaha!”

Brandon cannot speak a word as he feels Fatso wiggle down his throat and feels Fatso begin to once again fill up his stomach. Fatso continues to flow into Brandon as his belly wiggles and squeezes slowly getting more and more of his ectoplasm down into his victim’s muscular body.

“GET READY FOR FATSO! BAHAHAHA!” Fatso laughs as Brandon groans in discomfort as he feels more and more of Fatso squeeze and rub against his insides. Fatso continues to squeeze and wiggle for a while until what is left is Fatso’s tail, “There we GO!” Fatso’s tail slurps into Brandon’s mouth and wiggles down his through with a popping sound.

Brandon’s eyes go wide as he immediately gets up off the floor now feeling extremely heavy and full since he is now carrying all of Fatso inside him. Brandon groans, “Ughhh I feel weird, please get out…” Fatso giggles in response, “Sorry fleshie but I am already getting VERY comfortable in my new home! You won’t mind if I stay for a while right?”

Brandon wobbles as he stands up and feels Fatso wiggling and moving in his body, he suddenly hears Fatso moan as he feels a lurch in his stomach and his body begins to move on its own. “Time for Fatso to take the reigns fleshie!” Fatso blurts out as Brandon’s body flails around the bathroom while both Fatso and Brandon groan and moan.

Brandon flings to his left and hits his stomach against the sink, “HEYYY there's precious cargo in here!” Brandon continues to shake uncontrollably as he feels Fatso move and expand in his body, almost like he is being put on like a suit. Brandon feels Fatso’s head squeeze into his own as he sighs, “Please don’t do this…” Fatso exclaims, “Don’t worry fleshie, Fatso is going to take GREAT care of you! Now let me take the driver’s seat for a while.” Fatso moans and lurches over as Brandon is gone and fatso is in control now.

Fatso walks up to the mirror in his new body examining himself and his sexy muscles and chiseled face, “Wow… never been in a fleshie this sexy before! This is going to be an amazing night!” Fatso gets a notification from the phone in his pocket and it reads, “Hey man what is taking so long, I'm ready to be fucked!” Fatso gets excited, “Ooh this is going to be fun!” Fatso walks out of the bathroom ready for his escapades.

[toppersjeep]

Landos Girl ~ Lando Norris X Reader

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A/N: I got this idea while watching ginge’s and landos new video. so basically you show up to landos when he’s filming with ginge and you join in on the fun. you’ve been dating Lando for a while now. you work with him at McLaren as a pr manger. that’s how you two met!

(a little fluff, mentions of smut but no actual)

Your POV

I opened the door to Lando’s apartment with my key. I set my bag down and took my shoes off. Knowing I’d be staying for a while.

“Lan” I said. “In the kitchen” Lando said. “Oh hello are you filming” I said. “Yeah a quadrant video I meant to text you” Lando said. “All good I had a major McLaren meeting so” I said. “No way is that the Y/N in the flesh” Ginge said. “Ginge” I said.

“Guys I’m shaking Lando’s girl in person” Ginge said I laughed. “It’s nice to officially meet you” I said shaking his hand. “Don’t worry I won’t try to take your man yet” Ginge said. “Oh you won’t even get a try” I said. “Oh shit she is a bit scary huh” Ginge said.

“So.. I’ll let you guys film then because I am not eating whatever he eats for breakfast” I said. “What she doesn’t have to eat it” Ginge said. “She should” lando said. “No thanks I had a bagel earlier” I said going to sit on the couch.

“Damn and you couldn’t bring us any the hell” Ginge said. “Ooops” I said. “She doesn’t share her food you know” Lando said. “Well that’s rude” Ginge said.

A little while later…

I got up off the couch. I then saw Lando and Ginge working out. I stood in the doorway.

“Have her try the head pull thingy” Ethan said.“I think she does that with Lando off camera” Ginge said. “Oh my god” I said laughing. “Jeez mate” Lando said. “What we know you do” Ginge said.

“What’s next” I said. “Uhh landos turn” Ethan said. “I wanna see you guys pull him I’m intrigued” I said sitting on the floor. “As long as you do it too” Lando said. “Fine” I said. Ginge went first and pulled Lando. “My god he’s not even flinching” Ginge said.

“It feels quite nice” Lando said I laughed. “Really your weird mate” Ginge said. Ethan then did it. “Come on slow and hard” Ginge said. I laughed. “Oh be quiet over there with your dirty mind” Ethan said. “I didn’t say anything yet” I said.

“Keyword is yet” Lando said. Ethan the pulled the bands back. “What the heck so you even feel that” Ethan said. “It just feels nice” Lando said. “Alright your turn” Ethan said I got up. “Come on baby” Lando said. “I have like no muscles” I said. “You got it love” Lando said. I pulled it a little bit.

“No muscles my ass” Ginge said. “That’s good” Lando said. “Okay” I said stopping. “He’s flexing his jaw muscles now” Ethan said. “That’s so hot” Ginge said we all laughed.

We then went to eat some lunch.

“This is like rabbit food” Ginge said. “I just want some pizza” I said. “Don’t start pizza sounds good” Lando said. After we finished eating we went to show Ginge and Ethan around Monaco.

“I’m getting shotgun by the way” I said. “Ughhh fine” Ginge said getting in the backseat with Ethan. “So how long have you two been dating” Ethan asked. As Lando drove.

“Uhhh like a year almost two” I said. “Met her at McLaren well I kinda knew of her before” Lando said. “Oh really” Ginge said. “I worked at Willam’s with George but I wasn’t very social” I said. “Really you not social” Ethan said.

“Ughhh I guess I was just anxious about making friends” I said. “But then I did make friends and got a new job” I said. “I guess I brought out her fun side as she says” Lando said. “That’s nice” Ethan said. “Well you two do seem perfect but I’m still jealous” Ginge said.

“He’s mine Ginge” I said. “You win you win” Ginge said jokingly. “Hope everyone is hungry” Lando said. We all ate dinner and shared stories. I sat beside Lando. “Desert was so good” Ginge said. “You two go out every night or no” Ethan asked.

“Not too often it’s quite expensive” I said. Lando then licked the plate clean. “Oh my god” Ginge said. “Damn I really wish I was that plate right now” I said. Everyone laughed. “Oh my and she says she’s shy” Ethan said. Lando just looked at me all red.

“What” I said looking at Lando. “You got him all flustered” Ginge said. “You can be the plate later” Lando said. “Oh lord” Ethan said. “Get these two love birds a room” Ginge said. “Oh I’ll get one later on” Lando said. “Lord” I said.

“You two are perfect honestly with those out of pocket things” Ginge said. “Oh I know” Lando said. After we dropped them off we went back to our apartment. I kicked my shoes off and attempted to lay on the couch.

But Lando grabbed my arm.

“You wanted to be the plate so badly” Lando said. “I still do” I said. “So come on then” Lando said leading me to our room.

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[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ ➛ lee know thinks he's subtle as he pines over you

pairing : lee know x gn reader ; genre : fluff | warnings : none ; word count : 0.7k words

summary : a good way to confess to someone? tell them about it! but does lee know ever do anything conventionally? of course not. so here he was, trying to see you anytime he gets, and what better excuse than saying his cats miss you? you would never find he was the one missing you, right?

chan's ver. | hyunjin's ver. | jeongin's version | felix's ver. | changbin's version | han's ver.

"hey, the cats miss you. you mind if i bring them over?"

lee know's tone is soft as he speaks over the phone with you, but his cold warning gaze settled upon hyunjin and changbin, who were trying their best to hold in their laughter, told a different story.

it does help, however, when he hears you eagerly agree and immediately relaxes, promising to be there soon. but of course he should've been more careful about where he was making the call because he certainly would not have picked a place where any of the other 7 could hear him. they would never let him rest in peace.

"so."

changbin valued his life slightly lesser than hyunjin did, so the first remark came from him.

"the cats miss y/n that much, huh?" hyunjin picked up from where changbin left.

"both of you, drop it."

"no no, do you plan on telling y/n that the cats have been asleep for the past two hours?"

lee know wished there was a box of tissues somewhere close by so he could shove it right down the younger members throats because he could not stand being teased over his crush on you anymore.

"the cats do miss y/n. that's why they were so irritable when they went to sleep."

"so that had nothing to do with you forgetting to give them water because you'd been talking to y/n for an hour?"

lee know was fighting a losing battle, and he knew it. he could deny all he wanted, but even he was aware that he really wasn't subtle about the not-so-small crush he harbored for you. his members knew about it, your members knew about it. heck, even his manager could see his feelings. it was that obvious. lee know could only hope you hadn't caught on because he'd be damned if you realized his way of spending time with you was making excuses that his cats wanted to see you.

lee know, the supposedly cool and nonchalant lee know his fans are so used to seeing on camera, was reduced to a nervous blushing mess whenever you were involved. how on earth was he supposed to confess to you when he could barely ask you to hang out with him?

"wear that green hoodie y/n really likes when you go." hyunjin adds, way too invested in whatever was unfolding.

"why does that matter?"

"because it gives them an excuse to compliment you, obviously."

the older boy huffed, hoping the other two could not see the red creeping up the tips of his years.

"and make sure to not mention that the cats were too busy sleeping to miss them."

"yah! i'm not stupid, i know."

"maybe mention that you were the one missing them."

changbin and hyunjin cackled as lee know's eye twitched in annoyance. they really were testing his patience today.

"just because the air fryer isn't in this room doesn't mean you're both safe."

this line was usually effective under normal circumstances. but not today.

"hyung, do you really thing you can threaten us? when you're the one in the vulnerable position?"

"i am not."

"oh so i can text y/n about all the times you've lied just to meet them?"

"he has an entire list, by the way," changbin manages in between his laughter.

"you're both jobless."

"says the one who's about to make a 30 minutes drive just so he can see his crush."

the two dissolved into another fit of laughter as the older member stormed out of the room and to where his three cats were resting in a peaceful slumber.

he felt guilty shaking them awake, but it would be worth it, right? he would get to meet you and you hopefully wouldn't even realize that they were just an excuse for him to see you, to hear your voice, to make you smile, to stare into your eyes just a little bit longer. hopefully you wouldn't catch on despite him using this very same excuse for what seemed like the thousandth time.

minho couldn't believe himself as he reluctantly put on the green hoodie hyunjin had advised him to wear.

he really wished the two would not see him in it. he would never make it out of the dorms if they found out he had listened to them. it was a pain, really, but for you lee know would do anything.

©lixie-phoria, 2023

tags : @lethallyprotected @dreamingaboutjisung @selcayuri @bangchansbae @aak2 @foxinnie8 @hamburgers101 @starlostlaiba (send an ask to be added/removed!)

[jayden-killer]

Greediest man in the Stone World.

summary: you've just being awaken by your old friend and classmate, Senku, in a whole new human era. But, who's this young guy claiming you as his? a/n: waahh, i sincerly apologise if i disappeared...again. i literally forgot my tumblr writing page, and life took a.. strange turn of events(?) kinda. i hope this first ryusui one shot will make me forgive!!!

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Dark. And then... a golden beam of light passed through my eyes, blinding me. My muscles began to melt. I felt them sore, as if I had slept in an uncomfortable position all night. Or maybe, for three thousand and fifty years. This was what was brought back to me when I woke up from that sleep I thought was eternal. The first thing my eyes noticed when they hatched was a blinding sun. There was so much green. So much vegetation was not seen even in the well-preserved jungles. Then, a group of boys with familiar and unfamiliar faces. My eyes met his.

"Senku..?"

I uttered that name in a subtle tone of voice, and the boy did nothing but address to me that mischievous grin of his own.

"Yoh, Y/N...we need your help".

[ Time skip...(*ゝω・)ﾉ ]

"So... you need my dexterity in putting these little pieces together so you can build, um... Repeat it, thank you".

"An oxygen tank" Senku rest, without even thinking of getting that smirk off his face.

His attitude hadn’t disappeared after 3,700 years. Not even when he claimed in front of a professor that their speeches were meaningless.

Here we go again...

Between a sigh and the other I immediately set to work, while in the distance I heard Senku arguing with what seemed to be his colleague.

Just in the middle of my work I felt someone touching my shoulder gently. A delicate touch, like that of a…

"Child?"

The girl in question wore a watermelon helmet on her head, with lenses inserted in the two holes that created a space for the eyes. She made a sound of wonder, her hands to her mouth.

"So, you are new here!"

With a confused look I lowered myself to her level, able to have a face-to-face conversation with the little creature. " I suppose so..? And you are...?" That little girl who didn’t immediately show her intentions and courage was pretty to say the least.

"Suika wanted to welcome you to the Science Team!" she said clearly, now showing me her hand to shake her. I took her, and with a kind smile, I accepted her request. "How kind of you! Since I am now a new addition to your team, can I have the honor to meet my future colleagues and companions?"

Little Suika nodded happily, running in the opposite direction where I was working. Heck. Maybe it was me who was no longer a child like her, but Suika seemed really fast in the race, not giving me a chance to keep up. I didn’t know where she was taking me; we passed through several huts, erected on wooden structures, running as if someone was after us.

The only one chasing her was me. Looking back to see if we’d actually drifted apart, my foot tripped on a double-sized rock. The collision with the stone made me lose my balance; I was ready to crash on the dirty ground and have some bruises all over my face for a few days. Only that never happened. In the instant that I was about to feel my face against the damp soil, two arms wrapped my waists not too strong, but with determination, preventing me from slipping a second time. I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes.

"It’s not even the first day you’re back here on Earth, and you were destined to get hurt. Pff, not very convenient for our team, huh?"

A moment later my eyes sprang to meet his, and those eyes reminded me of an autumn now close to winter. " Well, lady killer, now you might as well put me down. I’m not meant to be your princess." I said authoritatively. His powerful arms let go of my body, and with a little thump my butt bounced off the ground.

What an idiot!

Not only was he now laughing at me with a fat laugh, as if I had just said the funniest joke on Earth, but he didn’t even deign to preseed himself! The blond slightly lowered his head, as I was still on the ground, and with an energetic voice he replied:

"Not yet", later going in the opposite direction, with firm step. Oh, what kind of weird I had in front…

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"Become mine! With all my Drago you would become the luckiest woman in the world!"

Somebody kill me...

It had been two months since I had made my unexpected (better to say, unlucky) acquaintance with blondie, who had the name of Ryusui Nanami. With his egocentrism and sheer avarice, he had proved to be one of the most promising members of the Kingdom of Science so far, with great skills for navigation. Apparently he came from one of the wealthiest families in Japan, and he certainly had not lost the habit of being indulged in everything, even after 3,500 years. And since our first meeting, he hasn’t stopped trying once. On every occasion he would give me his flirtations comments (sometimes shabby), he would become handsy, or he would try to buy me with his stupid Drago.

I was not one of those women who was so easily deceived, especially if a situation was about money. He thought I would give in so easily. I was so determined to prove to him the opposite, during these months, that this would give him up. With a gesture of the hand, I pushed him away. " I’m sorry, Ryusui. As I’ve explained many times before, I’m not interested." I took a dramatic break. ".. to you."

He whined loudly like a little baby, fogetting his money behind to get close to me. "You’re making a mistake!"

"I have made many mistakes in my life," I answered sharply.

"Then add another to your long list." I nailed him down with my sharp look, sketching a tight smile. Nothing to do. That man would never wave the white flag in the sky. However, it was becoming a nuisance, and having it close to me like a fin was starting to run out. For the worse.

I had only one idea that could have saved me in that instant, from a near future in which he was no longer clinging to me like an octopus: make him believe he had a chance with me. A bold idea; nevertheless, it had to be tried. Either it will make it or break it.

"Maybe, in the future, you might have a chance…" I implied in a vague tone, already heading somewhere, any, to get him off my back. I could swear to see his eyes shining remarkably with hope, and a new fire, fueled by determination.

He snapped his fingers, his iconic gesture that everyone, by now, had learned to recognize, and if he did, it was because he decided to do something. There were no roads back.

"HA-HA!" His laughter seemed to flow throughout the Ishigami village. Even Senku and Chrome turned to us, with confused scowls, to see what was so funny at the time. But Ryusui found nothing amusing in this situation, except a challenge to complete.

"So be it! I’ll show you how much I’m willing to change your mind. Anything to get the chance to become yours!"

Though I did not turn to look at him, once again, his muscular arms clasped my waists, turning my body to meet his. Face to face. "You, damned Nanami, what do you want now?!" That gesture had taken me by surprise, because he was not used to come so near me, but with his cheeky smile, he kissed me on both the cheeks. A quick gesture that made me blush remarkably in my face, almost to feel it burn under the palms of my hands.

"What the f...?!"

"You don’t know it, but you’re already mine!"

[hyhkai]

∾ manwhore, mansplain, manipulate | sb

[ 🐬 ] — after having the displeasure of meeting the most annoying, son of a- nevermind, mansplaining cockalorum of your college, who you couldn't have figured to be the pervert type, and who you realize is also a dunce after he won't leave you alone though your annoyance was always written on your face, it's clear, it's obvious he'll only get shoo'ed away at one cost. or at least you think he will, since you've had enough of his bitchy attitude.

cw : PUBLIC, arguing, annoying clingy soobin, soobin's personality in this is quite the opposite from his real one, handjob, degrading crazy amounts.

a/n ; DO BLEACHERS EVEN HAVE SPACES BEHIND THEM, in this they do I couldn't care less, fuck, the title is the male version of gaslight gatekeep girlboss, and I totally made this plot on the spot while writing please.

you almost slammed the pen down onto the desk in a class so quiet that you could hear the clock ticking if paid attention to enough, looking behind after soobin poked at your back for the third time this class. "what. just what is it that you want from me?"

"nothing." he said, placing his head down on his own desk. those eyes may be doe, but they're like a siren to fucking run.

this is the kind of boy who makes you feel special, then ghosts you.

the cute kind of those, too.

"then don't poke me like that" you mumbled, turning your head ahead. you swear if it was possible for you to punch him if he even tried to talk to you during this class again, you would.

he's always been so... desperate, it's that he wants something from you but won't say it out loud, won't use his calculated words.

"y/n," to which he got no response, so he resorted to shaking your chair.

"what the f-" you looked back at him, a look of disappointment, anger and annoyance all over. "fuck you."

"I wish." he mumbled, looking into your eyes with no regret of what he just said.

"oh, wow." you said, and smiled without wanting to. "you're crazy."

"i know, right?" he shook his head in sarcastic thought. "I am kind of crazy."

"now please if you stay quiet, l could pay attention." and to your surprise, he stayed quiet throughout the entirety of what was left of the class. no poking, no chanting your name like a mantra. but it was not a reaction you'd usually get from soobin, he's always been the guy to fuck around with no remorse. and that is, very obvious, he is a dunce.

he's dunce enough to not even realize he is one.

class done, bag packed — you just wanted to get out and go back to your house, eat and sleep like you'd usually do, or like to do. but, alas, there was one thing hindering your peace and happiness — choi soobin. this one heck of a man who would fuck any object that is a good fleshlight alternative, a man who'd be happy from just fingering you.

and that, to you, is a problem.

how can a guy, with a face like that — a build like that, keep on poking and poking and poking at you until you've had enough and slap him across the face, just to get off on it? it's asinine.

so when you're walking out of the building, annoyed that your bag's strap keeps falling off your shoulder — and you spot him on the bleachers, there's one thing you make a mental note of.

change your route to the exit, please.

he almost jumped three stairs down when he saw you, lollipop clung onto his mouth's roof as he swirled it around.

"hey!" he lifted his hand in the air as a way of waving at you.

the loser's back at it again.

you didn't even look, didn't even glance at his figure that can only be described as perfect as he grabbed your bag. it got snatched right away because of just how loose you kept it on your shoulders.

"i said hey." he said again, looking at your exasperated, pretty face when you turned around.

"give that back, loser." you retorted, turning around, your head tilting forward with every word.

"sorry, what?" he said, putting a hand behind his ear to hear you better.

the fucker is now mocking your height? he is mocking your height? him?

"i said, give that back." you said, closing your eyes for a while so you can imagine smacking his face. "give me my bag back."

he laughed at your demands, looking in the direction of the building and right back at you.

"no"

you didn't realize before this that a single word can also hold so much meaning and depict just how much of an absolute motherfucker a man can be.

"no? no?! seriously?!" you looked up at his face that was only giving you realization after realization that he's a slutty bitch. "what do you want from me?"

he suckled on his candy for a while, looking as if in deep thought. but to no surprise with his next statement. "not much, really."

oh really now? not much? it's so obvious since the day he saw you, that in his mind he thought it won't be long until he's going to have you in his lap. is that not too much to ask for?

"just a bit of your time, is all." he continued, looking at the badges pinned on the front of your bag.

“You can’t for one second act like a man can you? You're such a cunt!” you feel like you could rip out your hair with how frustrating he's being. with the amount of cockiness he thinks he's so cool to be binding his personality with, you could beat him up with no regrets. "what do you want from me?! attention? tutoring? pussy?—"

"yeah."

"what?" your face contorted when he responded to the word that was merely a mockery of his wants and needs. "huh." you clicked your tongue. of course your assumptions about him only wanting to get his fill were true.

you grabbed his arm and pushed him further back, until the two of you were behind the bleachers. he didn't react to your very aggressive methods of traveling until you stopped.

"what the fuck are you doin—" he attempted at a protest as he dropped your bag to the ground, but was ultimately shut up with you pulling his head down vehemently and crashing your lips against his, and even though you're the one who initiated the kiss, his response is more enthusiastic than any guy you've ever gotten with — and it's so sloppy, it's unexpected from a boy with lips as plush as his.

maybe it's wrong to do this, maybe it's right, but it's the only way to stop this boy who's been wanting to fuck you for months now. "is this what you wanted? huh?" you asked, looking up at him, his locks of hair between your fingers as he looked at you with lips parted. you took advantage of his state, putting your thumb in his mouth, pressing against his tongue.

"hng—" his hand, as if by ultra instinct, crawled to your waist. maybe it's a form of affection, or maybe he's a desperate slut. "who told you you could touch me with your crusty hands?"

he sucks and licks on them, surprising you as you feel his tongue swirl…fuck, how badly did you misread him? he's liking it?

he couldn't respond, this wasn't the way he'd expected to end up today at all — but hey, he isn't complaining. you rubbed your knee against his crotch, pinning him against the back of the bleachers.

please, someone don't be here.

"keep your mouth open." he was holding back his urge to bite down onto your thumb, as the stiffness of his body finally gave out and he stood straight up. you fed him your index finger, pressing your knee against his crotch again, rubbing as your brain went airplane mode. this isn't the best way to stop his bullshit, no, but you like it this way. him, on the other hand? he loves it this way, the slut is just too shy to admit it.

"awh, the manwhore is too shy to talk back now?" you pulled your fingers out, bubbles and strings of saliva on the pads of your fingers when your hands slipped into his pants after unzipping them, and you felt just how horny he can get in a span of a few minutes. he's enjoying this.

"um, so— holy shit— wh—” hes stumbling over his words. his hands are limp to protest against you, and his cock is too hard for him to protest against you.

you clasp your hand over his mouth, weakly, but he stills shuts up his ramble and jumble of words, blinking at you from above, with those god damn pretty eyes.

"shut up. just shut up. i bet you jerk off your stupid dick all night thinking about me, fucking whore."

his eye twitched at the statement, but he still does. "please fuck me." he requested while being muffled and jumbled.

"I am," you said as a matter of fact, tugging at his cock slowly. "I'm touching you, soobin."

"but, not completely." and this just showed how much of a demanding brat he is, not satisfied with the bare minimum friction he's getting.

"tch, tch, such a desperate man. aren't you happy a girl like me is touching your disgusting dick?" pressing your thumb on his tip to which his eye twitched, trying to grab your wrist to stop the pressure.

You could feel his breath on your neck—hot and heavy, which makes you feel things, to your demise — makes you wet, as you moved his hand out of the way for you, and after slight resistance, he pathetically lets you, followed by a whimper following shortly after when you start to slowly palm him. The moment you feel it twitched, you halt your movement, removing your hand from his crotch all together.

"h-hah.. h-huh? yeahh... yeah— fuck, please please, touch it properly, please—" he finally broke, letting out a whine he wishes you didn't hear, but judging by the smirk on your face, you definitely did. and it was hot— fuck, it was the sexiest thing he's ever done.

"ugh, I don't have all day for this." you shook your head, stretching the waistline of his bottoms forward and shoving you hands down again.

"holy fuuccck." he whispered, marvelling at the touch of your nails on the underside of his tip.

you twisted your hand as you jerked at his tip, causing his knees to bend an inch and his hips to buckle, closing his eyes shut. "shut the fuck up, soobin. don't need any student hearing you getting your cock jerked off, do we?" to which he mindlessly nodded, his head thrown back against the harsh metal that's probably heated up from the summer rays.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed under his breath, head tilting side to side every now that then, his chest heaving up and down. you squeezed his dick with your palm, causing his eyelids to squeeze. this sight has your panties in a bunch, but you can't show him that.

you press harder, his breaths knocked out of him, a slight squeak by the end that has his ears turning red and heated. you looked down at the sight of your hands shoved down his denims. "hah, do you not know when to stop annoying a girl? when to quit with your antics, and be a good boy? do you have no shame?” you mock, feeding his desire to be degraded that you're sure he has from the way he's reacting.

"is this— fuck, h-hah, is this the way you put all annoying guys in their place?" he questioned, managing to flutter his eyes open. he looked at you from the corner of his eye, trying to hide his face that was turning pink.

you laughed at the question, still looking down, index finger nudging his balls. "maybe it is. will that stop you from being an absolute annoying slut? will it?"

he couldn't respond, of course he couldn't — he's busy marvelling at the feeling of your warm, soft hands so all he could do was shake his head vehemently in a no.

what a slut!

"of course it wouldn't, pathetic whores like you only think from their dicks. you're a shameless bitch, soobin."

he couldn't protest, couldn't respond to the insults thrown at him — he's breathing is so messed up now his back is rubbing up and down the metal. "I'm gonna— I'm—" and he came in his pants, which will surely be a disaster for him to wash out afterwards.

you pulled your hand out, disguising your arousal with disgust at the sight of cum on your fingers, which you scrubbed off on the pockets of his pants, lifting your bag off the ground and throwing it on your shoulder. "keep being annoying."

i can write a whole fic explaining why I should give up on writing. okay goodbye. thank you for reading my garbage <3