#you know what... I can't sleep... I know how to write... I can make my own aki content... let's do it

[litsenn]

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how Astarion would handle such new things as tenderness and care.

(Also sorry, since I'm exploring EA, I deleted all my previous playthroughs and can't make new screenshots to illustrate this post; So I'll use old screenshots/gifs + the datamined dialogues)

It’s clear to me that in act 1 and for most of act 2, it’s not part of who he is.

He doesn’t even pretend to care for anyone, except for himself. Yet, there are only a very few instances which indicate that something is moving inside him and that there is a growing sense of concern and eventually affection (for you and your companions). The first that comes to mind is when you refuse to sleep with him the second times he asks.

Or when you learn about Mystra asking Gale to sacrifice himself; Astarion seems to genuinely care, even though he immediately deflates it with irony.

(the last one is from Origin Gale)

Or even in the creche, if you use the zaith'isk.

There are probably a few other instances showing that he begins to care about you and your companions, but he’s still his own prioprity and you can’t really blame him for that; It actually makes a lot of sense, since we all know that no one had ever cared about him before.

Besides when he dared to care about someone else (the sweet boy he tried to save from Cazador, for instance), he was terribly punished for it.

So yes, in Act 1, he doesn’t want to be a hero, and he won't sacrifice himself for others. And he seems to associate being kind and showing sympathy as a form of danger/weakness. His bias make him believe that being kind would probably make him look "too precious", a vulnerability which was mocked/punished by Cazador and probably his siblings (I talked about it at the beginning of this post)

And what’s interesting is that the selfless, uncaring aspects of his personality already coexist with a genuine will to connect with people; He’s not pushing you or your companions away (unless you treat him like shit, of course) – he shows interest in you, in them, but he doesn’t want to get too much involved. Which again, makes perfect sense to me. He's self-centred but he doesn’t want to be alone, he reaches out, but he doesn’t want to get too close either, because

that would be too dangerous (trust issues included)

2. he wants to remain in control of you, of his own feelings

3. he doesn’t really expect anything from anyone.

Astarion doesn’t pretend to be selfless, and he doesn’t pretend to be caring. He’s used to violence and he himself is rough around the edges because of the violent environment in which he’s been evolving for so long. Which can make him difficult to like when you meet him for the first time. He's not gentle. And I like it, it's very good writing, spitting in the face of the 'perfect victim trope'.

Gentleness and tenderness are alien concepts to Astarion. Even if we consider the few gentle target-lovers - like Sebastian - he might have met during those 200 years, I don’t think that would be enough for him to give into gentle love-making.

Dissociation is easier, with mechanical responses to his 'lovers' - be they violent or not, especially since he knew they were doomed anyway. And if most of them were rascals so, better get used to violence and reproduce it to better protect himself.

I can’t imagine the first nights with Astarion in act 1 being particularly tender, and if they were, I’d tend to imagine that Astarion was performing. After all, there’s no cuddle in the morning, he won’t give into that kind of gentleness because he associates it to 'vulnerability', and it makes sense.

I can imagine a few cuddling nights in act 2, but I think it would be quite exceptional, and would never last long if only because Astarion isn’t used to that kind of intimacy and might quickly feel quite uncomfortable with it.

Still, it could happen. And he probably starts to enjoy it at this point. But he needs time. He needs more assurance.

As for support and care, he's capable of it in Act 2 - it shows in the Durge scene for instance, when he explicitly says "you will get through it. I'll be there to make sure you do."

On the other hand, he's still his old harsh self too in Act 2, sometimes cruel, accepting the darkest choices the PC can make.

Also, the way he talks to you if you don’t get the confession scene by the beginning of act 3 is revealing in terms of how harsh he can be even with people he trust(ed).

But with the confession scene, something entirely new and genuinely softer emerges, not just in his words, but also in his body language; the way he holds your hand is most explicit.

But if you choose the hug, it's even clearer.

Obviously, this episode doesn’t instantly change him and turn him into the sweetest partner ever. His kisses are gentle yes, but it's no peak of tenderness. Not only because he’s not ready for being 100% soft and vulnerable, but also because he doesn’t know how to. Tenderness is uncharted territory, and intimacy is way too appalling for him to give into that kind of open fondness (yet).

Things begin to change a little in act 3, but again, it takes time. He's capable of showing care, support and affection. He can be vulnerable with you when you show your trust. He wants to be there for you, to be real with you.

...but that's not the main aspect of his personality. He hasn't completely changed overnight.

After the meeting with Petras and Dal he returns to his old patterns of manipulation and pretended indifference. I says "pretended" because it's easier for him to think he doesn't care - it's coping mechanism. One could even say that he's gaslighting himself into believing that he doesn't give a fuck about his siblings as long as he can ensure his own safety.

Desperate situations call for drastic remedies, right? But is it what he really wants? (I'm not saying that he secretly adore his siblings, but I still believe that he's capable of feeling some empathy for them - he feels 'pity' for them, and it's made clearer later.)

His issues with his siblings is that it reminds too much of who he used to be, and the risks of being like them again:; controlled by Cazador. So he plays indifference and bitterness, to keep all those feelings away.

Likewise, when the spawns attack your camp, he’s distant again – a defence mechanism triggered by the presence of his siblings.

(My two cents on this line here)

And yet, we can already see a few changes in his behaviour after you reached Baldur's Gate; he's much more prompt to openly show genuine concern and support to you, when you consider taking Araj’s potion, for instance.

Or the way he worries about you if you accept Haarlep’s deal:

But that's because it's you. And in spite of this, the selfish and cruel parts of him still exist, because it's his personality and that won't disappear. Funny what he says here of you have low approval by the way:

If you're not close friends, he doesn't actually care, but still warns you. Interesting.

Anyway, if you're his partner, he can explicitly show in public how much he cares about you. And to a lesser extent, he also cares about your companions, especially when he can relate to what happens to them.

The first signs of a growing empathy for others. It's not just about himself anymore.

As for tenderness, it’s also growing little by little. First, through words...

...but probably in gestures too. Of course, this point relies on headcanons because the game doesn’t give us much before the graveyard scene. But I tend to believe that Astarion is progressively learning tenderness (in private settings) throughout the third act. I like to imagine both my Durge and Astarion learning about gentle gestures together; holding hands, a kiss that lasts a little longer than usual, a look that leads to a quiet hug, restinig in each other’s arms, etc.

Just like in Act 2, I don’t think they would cuddle every night. I believe that kind of intimacy would progressively take place in their relationship. But before Cazador’s death, I can’t imagine them being constantly et overly tender together (but that's a headcanon).

Now the graveyard scene marks a shift. Again, he’s not overly sweet or dripping with tenderness during the discussion. He’s tranquil. He’s at peace. He doesn’t need to perform any grand declaration. But the gentle way he takes your hands, the way he tells you he wants you, he loves you.... The  gentle lovemaking. All of this seems to indicate a slow shift; he’s still learning, still discovering affection and gentleness, it's a reappropriation of his own intimacy, and he can do it freely now that Cazador is gone.

Baby steps.

Of course, even then, it’s not always easy to express that soft side in public – it’s all so new, there still must be a part of him that feels quite vulnerable about it. So he jokes, it's easier, safer.

And yet, he can do it, he can publicly show his attraction and love for his partner.

And he can even admit how good it feels to love and be loved - but again, he can't help jesting a little, just to look less vulnerable.

It takes time to get used to it, to learn how to enjoy gentleness and care, to learn how to show gentleness and care. It can be terrifying, destabilizing, and confusing. But I want to believe that Astarion and his partner will find their own love language through gestures and words. Maybe there will always be some kind of reserve in public, understandably. But by the epilogue, with that sweet hug, it's clear that he’s comfortable showing genuine affection in public.

And in the epilogue he feels bad for your companions who aren’t as free as you are, even if he doesn’t feel like talking to them.

Likewise, he’s genuinely happy for them and for the both of you if everything turned out well for everyone.

I could mention many other instances from the non-romanced epilogue that show how much Radiant Astarion cares about the companions.

And yet, as he says himself, darkness is part of him, and violence is still part of his life. He has not become an innocent puppy, he can still be cruel and violent, and he enjoys it.

And I tend to believe that Astarion is not the romantic type like Wyll or Gale, and that his demonstration of love and affection remain quite simple, quiet, even more meaningful in their temperance. Radiant Astarion, although capable of gentleness, remains someone who can also be harsh, with sharp remarks, sometimes hiding his vulnerabilities behind blunt irony. He has discarded the mask of the suave and charming lover and allowed himself to be true to his own personality, and I don't think the latter is the romantic, super kind type. I like my radiant Astarion caustic, sly and feral, while still being able to love and be loved by the few persons he trusts.

And that’s what I love about this character! The nuances, the subtleties of his narrative arc and of his personality, the way he learns and discovers himself and the gentle beauty of genuine love and affection without becoming an entirely different person. Even if he learns to care about others, he will still choose his own safety and sanity over others, he will not sacrifice himself. He's not that kind of hero.

But if you tell him how much he means to you, how much you care, he will support you and show his love and trust in you.

Of course, healing isn’t linear. There will be days during which being empathetic and caring and gentle might seem impossible to him. Some days he might be distant, and maybe even harsh. And it’s normal, not just because he’s healing but also because there is something selfish and violent in him. That’s the darkness which is part of him and which he has accepted.

 And I think the game manages to show it pretty well in act 3 – this nuanced and ambivalent mindset, between his affection for his partner or his friends, his genuine will to be tender and vulnerable with the person he loves, and the darkness, the violence, which are parts of his temperament.

This ambivalence is precisely why I love him so much. The unpredictability of his reactions, and the fragility of the healing process, but also, mostly, the way Radiant Astarion is at peace with his own ambivalence. 

[swanimagines]

Hello I love your writing so I was wondering if you could do one where Morpheus is in a child's Dreamland and they're wanting him to help their mommy (the Reader) to be happy because she's always sad so Morpheus goes to help the Reader and love happens?

A/N: I wouldn't say love happens in this because the request is waaaayyyy too short and vague for me to be able to build a love story over it because I don't like writing stuff like "first time he looked at you, you looked at him and you just ran into each other and smooch" or make a random timeskip just for that kind of scene (I just can't make it sound natural), but feelings are hinted to be bubbling in the future for sure!

SOMEONE TO TALK TO

It had been a while since Morpheus had visited a child’s dream. Nightmares were normal for children and important for their growth, only rarely did he interrupt it. But this one child, barely even four years old, caught his attention. Every night, she sat by a tree beside a large flower field, silently calling out to him.

Well, she didn’t exactly call out for him, but she did call for help. Children didn’t know it, but Sandman wasn’t only for falling asleep, he was also silently listening and helping if necessary. And this child clearly sought for help, so Morpheus slowly walked through the field, the tall grass, letting his hands graze colourful flowers as he made his way towards her.

Her eyes opened as soon as he stood in front of him, and she sighed, immediately knowing he had answered her silent pleas. But she still stared at him, silent, waiting for him to speak first.

So he did. “What is it that troubles you, little dream?”

She was silent for a moment more, twisting her little fingers against her unicorn-patterned sleep shirt, before she spoke. “My mum needs help.”

Morpheus tilted his head. “And why does your mother need help?”

She sniffled, looking down. “She’s always sad now, she used to be happy but now she’s sad. I hear her cry almost every day, she thinks I don’t know because I’m supposed to be asleep.”

Morpheus frowned, tilting his head at the child. “What do you think would help your mother?”

She shrugged. “She started being like that when my Daddy had to leave us. She tries to comfort me over it and reminding me he went away to save people, but I think she has forgotten it herself. I… maybe she just needs someone to talk to.”

Morpheus thought for a moment, helping dreaming children didn’t usually involve messing with their life in the Waking World to that extent. He listened and offered advice if necessary, but he rarely physically visited them. But this child, the way she talked about her mother and how her mother needed help just… made Morpheus feel like he should do something more than sent the child back without another word. He’d wipe her memory like he always did, and children didn’t remember talking with the Sandman, they usually just took the advice on their own without remembering someone had given that advice.

But this time, he wanted to actually step into the house and listen to this child’s mother and see if he can help her further than this.

—

Morpheus remembered how looks may betray the feeling inside when he looked at the nice, clean row of houses that spanned along the very long street. He walked along the street, his eyes locked on the number where the girl he met the previous night lived in. She wouldn’t remember him, he knew that, and he wasn’t really sure how she would react if she would be the one to open the door, to a stranger in a long black coat appearing at the front door, asking for you, her mother. He knew he might look… intimidating if he put it lightly.

But nevertheless, once he reached the right house, he pushed the gate open and made his way to the door.

“You are being recorded, please state your business,” a robotic voice said, and Morpheus saw a camera on top of the door pointing at him.

He raised his eyebrows, and said your name. “I’ve come to meet you regarding your late husband.”

A moment or two passed, before the door opened and you peeked out. “Hello?”

Morpheus stared for a moment, before he cleared his throat. “I have been sent to talk to you after multiple concern calls. We need to estimate whether you need more sick leave.”

Your eyes flickered over his body, clearly suspicious of him based on his attire. “May I see your papers?”

He nodded and pushed his hand into his pocket as his sand transformed into a government card that labelled him as as an officer.

“An officer from the wellness department. I didn’t know you have your own department,” you scoffed as you lifted the card against the sun and shrugged before you gave the card back. “It does look legit, but… who exactly called your department?”

Morpheus tilted his head. “I wasn’t told any names, but I would imagine family or colleagues.”

You gave him a look over once more, before you slowly stepped aside, allowing him in. Being a Lord of Dreams naturally made people feel comfortable around him more quickly, and he knew that otherwise you wouldn’t be as quick to let him in. You closed the door slowly and looked towards the kitchen. “I was just, uh… would you like some tea?”

He nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

It was weird for him, usually helping people didn’t stretch outside of The Dreaming. Rose had been a different case, yes, but she had been a Vortex, this time a little girl asked for his help and he decided to go help her mum with grief and loneliness, it wasn’t anything that would help mankind as a whole. It was unheard of if an Endless did something like that, and he knew Lucienne would question him about it later.

He looked at your couch before sitting on it, and soon you came from the kitchen with two cups of tea. You laid one cup in front of him before you sat across from him. You sat in silence for a moment, before you cleared your throat. “So, what do you want to know?”

He lowered the cup from his lips. “Where is your daughter at the moment?”

You glanced at a picture on the TV stand, featuring you, your husband and your daughter. “She participates in a play club that operates on weekends. It has helped us a lot with missing my husband, but she doesn’t entirely comprehend that… he’s not coming back and I have avoided the topic to sit her down and properly explain it. I’m afraid it will break her once she learns that her Dad is gone for good.”

Morpheus had read what had happened. Humans battling fire and saving living beings was a noble profession no other being had done, but it claimed hundreds of lives every year. A hundred years ago, he didn’t understand why would humans risk their own lives to save just a few strangers who may not even be good people themselves, but a lot had happened after he was freed from the Burgess manor.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said quietly, and you wiped your eyes quickly.

“Thank you. At least he’s fine now.”

Another silence, this one stretched a bit. “I’d like to offer our services to you and your daughter, I’d visit you—”

You shook your head, interrupting him. “We don’t have enough money to cover the expenses of that kind of arrangement.”

“It won’t cost anything,” Morpheus replied, which made your gaze snap to him. “Your situation may turn urgent, so you’re qualifying for free service.”

You stared at him, clearly puzzled. He almost heard gears in your head turning. Morpheus offered you a small smile. “We can agree on our first meeting right away, if you’d like.”

You nodded after a moment more of stupor, digging up your calendar.

—

Back at The Dreaming, Morpheus pushed open the doors to his throne room to find Lucienne waiting for him.

She turned to him, adjusting the folder against her chest. “My Lord, you’re back.”

He frowned. “Yes, what is it, Lucienne?”

She hesitated, but decided to go through with it. “Are you sure helping the mother of that little dreamer is wise? You know the risks that may come from bonding with people of the Waking World.”

Morpheus narrowed his eyes slightly. “Is there something I should know?”

She sighed. “Not just yet, my Lord. I just wanted to be sure you know what you’re doing.”

He nodded. “I do, Lucienne. Thank you.”

Lucienne glanced back to the library, where your book still laid open. The page that read that you’d fall in love with the Dream of the Endless, and he’d also fall in love with you, and while it wouldn’t create problems with the world order, it might complicate things in the lives of both of you.

But Lucienne also knew you both deserved happiness, and maybe finding it from each other wouldn’t be so bad.

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[dynakatsposts]

"Back at it"

Pairings: K. Bakugo x Fem. Reader

Author's Note: I've had this idea inside my head since last week, and now I finally had time to write it. I hope y'all enjoy this!

Warning: Angst (but comfort in the end)

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He always notices everything, and by everything, I mean it literally. He noticed how you stare off in the distance with a blank expression in your face whenever you thought you're all by yourself. He noticed how you get irritated easily over small things. You curse like it's natural for you when something simple doesn't go your way.

Just like the assignment that you were currently working on. He was in your room too, sitting on your bed, scrolling on his phone while occasionally, glancing at you. You're in your desk, too busy stuffing your face in those textbooks.

In a span of two weeks, he saw your demeanor change. He saw the light in your eyes slowly fade, leaving a dark, lifeless look in your eyes. You looked like you haven't had any proper sleep—more like haven't slept at all.

Katsuki had enough of sitting there and doing nothing when it's obvious that you're torturing yourself with those toxic study habits of yours. Not eating, drinking, sleeping, or taking any rest. He decided to take matter into his own hands and walked towards you.

"You look like a fucking zombie."

He said while he took your pen away from your hands, placing them in your pencil case. Looking at you straight in the eyes, he felt his chest tighten when he saw those empty eyes of yours, chapped lips from lack of hydration, dark circles under your eyes — you looked like you're about to die because of this studying.

Instead of speaking in his usual harsh tone, he decided to be a bit more gentle, because this version of you — for what he knows — is the vulnerable side of you. Je can't risk hurting you with something like raising his voice at you.

"Can you not do your school work right now? Just for a while-"

"No need. I need to do them all."

God, even your voice sounded so dry. He didn't like what you're doing to yourself just for academic validation. He placed his hand on your shoulder. He was even tempted to shake you by your shoulders.

"But you've been doing them all night, can you just-"

"No."

You replied in a cold tone, shrugging his hand off, ignoring him once again. If there's one thing that Katsuki hates the most, it's getting ignored — especially by you.

He knows you're in a bad mood, but do you really have to be that indifferent towards him?

"Tell me what's wrong. Are you okay?"

That made you freeze on the spot. Do you feel okay? No, scratch that — do you even feel anything other than the intense desire for academic validation and toxic studying mindset?

Katsuki saw your expression, his eyes softened and carefully cupped your cheek, while the other tucked your hair behind your ear.

"I'm here."

Katsuki may be harsh and rough, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart that beats and aches for his girl. He doesn't like it when you keep your problem to yourself. He feels useless. He feels like he's not doing good enough as your boyfriend.

You on the other hand, you're so lost in your thoughts. Mind racing with everything, all at once. What made you think that the only thing that made you feel whole was your academic achievements? What made you go back to your toxic habits of studying?

One thing: fear of failure. You started to feel like your left behind when you started comparing your performance in class with other students, making you feel like you have to compete. Maybe that's why you started doing everything just so you can be the best again. Just to feel what it's like to be on top again. Like you're chasing the clouds by running after them, hill by hill, not taking any rest at all.

And that resulted to you forgetting about your actual life. Your personal needs, your friends and family, and especially your boyfriend — Katsuki.

After a few minutes of being stuck inside your head, you finally looked up to meet his eyes that were staring at you softly. Your eyes started to well up that all you could do was wrap your arm around his torso and buried your face there.

Katsuki gently patted your hair, like a small reminder that he's always here for you. After you finally calmed down to your senses, you pulled away from him.

"You good?"

He asked you, keeping his hand on top of your head. You nodded in response.

"All better now. I'm... really sorry for neglecting and pushing you away like that. I'll tell you whenever I have a problem from now on."

"Good. Can't have you forgetting that you've got a boyfriend. You wanna talk about that problem?"

"Probably talk about it later. I kinda wanna take a rest with you."

"Okay. That's more like it. No more going back at it."

"I promise."

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[monayen]

If you were to rate everyone on how pervy/how much of a freak they are, what would the rankings be? Do you have any HCs regarding this? I'm curious abt what you think :]

Okay byeee!!! I love your writing so much!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

➷ paring - Multi x Gn!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ cws - pervy behavior, fantasies, humping, masturbating

a/n - this is very quick and short and i'm posting this at almost 4 am when i gotta be up at 7 am because i like to ruin my sleep schedule. anyways, i know yall would love to hear about Luther being a perv, but he's a supreme gentleman and i think these guys are better fits for being pervs. doesn't mean nobody else can't be tho, just thought i write best rn with these 5 fwreaks. sorry if this is ass im sleepya. oh and also some angst is coming up if yall like that. i've written a lot more than i expected and i hope yall like that since it's just pure angst lol. any depressioners in da chat?!

1. Randal

Is this even a competition? This freak gets nose bleeds just at the thought of you. Absolute pervert, doesn't know personal space

He'll shamelessly stare and point things out, or ask you embarrassing questions like "What color underwear are you wearing today?" won't stop until he gets an answer. And when you finally do give in and respond, he'll give you a cheeky grin and demand you "prove it."

Freak meters are off the charts, his dick is superglued to your holes. Good day

2. Satoru

Obligatory because he exists thanks to Randal, so there's definitely some overlap with the... fantasies that he has

A nice guy perv, if that exists. You'd barely notice the incredibly weird undertones of him staring too long at any exposed skin or his lingering touches on your waist or hips, if not for his nice smile and friendly attitude

Maybe he's taken a few candid pictures when he's grown more attached and obsessive over you. And maybe he's jerked himself off stupid imagining things he'd love to do to you. Thats for him to know ;-)

3. Nyon

As said before, he could get off to the weirdest things as long as it has to deal with you

Good at keeping it under wraps though, so you might not notice the missingm personal items for a while

And even if you did, you probably wouldn't assume that it's Nyon taking your hairbrush and running his tongue over the bristles, or that's he's the reason your pillow cases suddenly has some... suspicious stains

Would be painfully embarrassed if you ever found out, but sometimes he gets sloppy by just stuffing a pair or two of underwear underneath his pillow. Perhaps a part of him does want you to find out, and gosh, he humps against your dirty shirt silly wondering what you'd do. Freak

4. Michael Jr.

All of the ratmen are pervs to some degree. The second they see bare skin, it’s like a switch flips. Their one shared brain cell short-circuits, and suddenly the only thing on their mind is rutting until the urge burns out

But Michael is more susceptible to it. You've seen him literally cry for a crumb of something to stick his painfully eager dick into. Hell, he'll settle for grinding against your thigh if it means he gets to feel your body against his

He has plenty of fantasies. Quite a few involving the other ratmen, but all involving you. He practically dreams of the day where you can complete them all. He'll definitely be begging you to for the time being, of course

5. Sebastian

Oh, he feels terrible to be up here with these other freaks! But he really can't help it. He doesn't really remember the last time he felt so painfully attracted to someone enough to be fantasizing like a pervert

The guilt is there every time he catches himself staring too long at you. Every time his mind wanders and he pictures himself laid out while you are bare and on top of him. How soft you're skin would feel, how pretty the noises you'd make, how tight you'd feel—

He has to snap himself out of it each time, embarrassingly excusing himself to the restroom to deal with his neediness. But there's times where you look at him with those beautiful eyes, and he wonders just how amazing it would be to just indulge

[runningincircl3s]

Can you maybe do Noah's POV when Matt tells him what he told Reader to distract her when she fell in the gym or Reader's POV when she tells her friends about it. I feel like it will be really funny either way.

Ofc you don't have to do that if you don't like the idea 🥹

ooooh i love this!! so i’m thinking of saving the first one for a future chapter🤭 so i’ve written reader telling her friends about it!!

also apologies i usually write on my laptop but i’m away for the weekend so i did this on my phone! i just saw it in my inbox and giggled because i can imagine it perfectly <3 also warning! kinda nsfw!!

"...You never told us what Matt said to distract you?" Kylie grinned as she sat back on your couch, taking a sip of her drink.

"Was it about Noah?" James wiggled his eyebrows.

A look of horror crossed your face, your eyes widened and you swallowed hard, trying not to let them catch your reaction.

"Um..."

"It was, wasn't it?" Kylie teased, her straw resting against her teeth as she grinned.

You let out a long exhale, preparing yourself for their yelps and squeals.

"Well, he told me Noah talks about me a lot, to his friends and... in private."

"What do you mean?" Kylie's brows furrowed.

But James, to your surprise, didn't say anything. His eyes just widened as he caught on to what you were saying, his mouth taking the shape of an O.

"I mean... Matt told me the walls at their place are thin... and that Noah’s not exactly quiet when he… Please, don’t make me say it."

"OH!" Her face quickly matched James', and you tried not to show how mortified you really were.

"Yeah..." You nodded slowly, biting down on your lip.

"This guys jerked off to you? HE WANTS YOU SO BAD!" James grinned, bouncing with excitement on the couch.

“James!” You hissed, your face burning hotter than ever.

Kylie's face slowly morphed into a smirk as she giggled.

“Oh my god, I love this,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming. “I can't believe how far this has come.”

“Youre pretty inspiring,” James laughed, “We've gone from stalking him, watching him out the window to finding out he want's to do dirty things to you-”

“Please stop!” You groaned, face buried in your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Um, no, babe,” Kylie snorted. “This is embarrassing for him. Does he even know Matt told you?”

"I don't think so... I don't really want him to know, he might be... ashamed."

"Honey, if he moans your name when his friends are home, I'm sure he's far from ashamed." Kylie snickered.

James suddenly let out a dramatic gasp.

“Oh my god, what if��” he grinned wickedly, “…you’ve thought about him… you know, late at night when you can’t sleep… and he’s been doing the same thing? You’re both just, what, getting off to each other at the exact same time?”

“James!” You gawked, horrified, your whole face heating up as Kylie practically howled with laughter. “Stop it! Both of you!” You whined, burying your face in your hands, but the mental image was already forming in your brain… Noah, sprawled out in his bed, flushed, needy, whispering your name under his breath… Fuck. Stop.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t imagined it,” Kylie teased, poking your knee. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been alone in bed picturing him too...”

Your groan of pure embarrassment muffled into your palms.

“Maybe…” You mumbled quietly.

James clutched his chest dramatically, eyes wide.

“Wait, imagine this, youre both at home, both in bed, both thinking about the same exact moment… like, I dunno, when he pins your wrists during class, or when you were on top of him on this very spot-“

“James, please!” You groaned, “I’m gonna kick you both out if you say one more word about this.”

“I was just saying,” he snickered, “No wonder you tripped on that mat, you were probably weak in the knees picturing Noah moaning your name.”

Kylie burst into another fit of laughter.

“You’re fucking evil.” You groaned, but you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

Because now, you’d never stop thinking about it.

[jeongteen]

DON'T BE AFRAID TO BE VULNERABLE

Cho Hyun-ju x gn!reader

Notes : I need to write for my sweet Hyunju more 🥹 I would also like to write about other S2/3 girls, my requests are always open (read my pinned first if you'd like to request 🫶🏻)

CW : Mentions of basic squid game stuff

Summary : Hyunju gets another nightmare about the games, you comfort her.

Words count : 563

Hyunju and you have moved together when she came back from the games. You were so worried while she was gone, wondering where she was, if wasn't her to just leave like that.

When she came back, you decided it was better for the two of you to live together.

It took a while for Hyunju to open up about what happened. She struggles putting words on her traumas and she was too scared to put a heavy weight on your shoulders.

So at first you would just be there, not knowing what your girlfriend needed reassurance for but still being there for her.

When she finally opened up, you were in complete awe. Those bloody games seem like a story you'd tell your friends to scare them. It seems like it comes right from a horror movie. But it was real. And Hyunju managed to escape.

She often feels guilty about what happened, saying she couldn't save those who deserved it. The survivor's guilt it is.

Despite how long it has been since all of this ended, Hyunju still gets frequent nightmares about it. Most of the time she tries to handle it by herself, drinking a glass of cold water in the kitchen to ground herself, sitting alone for a few minutes, sometimes she even turns the TV on for a bit of light.

But sometimes the nightmares feel too real. It's almost as if she could smell the blood, as if she could feel a knife piercing her skin, as if she could actually hear the terrifying screams of the other players, as if she was back in that hell hole.

Today was one of those nights. She wakes up in cold sweats, panting, holding her hand to her chest. She tries her best to stay quiet and not to move too much, afraid to wake you up. But the sudden shift of her body next to you was enough to interrupt your sleep.

You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes in the process.

— Are you okay Hyunju? You ask in a tired voice, looking at her with eyes half closed.

— Yeah don't worry, everything's fine, I'll grab a glass of water and I'll be back, you can sleep.

You grab her wrist before she manages to stand up, resulting in her facing you, confused.

— Hyunju. You don't have to go through all of this alone you know. You're literally out of breath from how bad this nightmare was, please don't be afraid to be vulnerable, not with me. You keep a soft tone, making sure you keep her comfortable.

She doesn't answer at first, she doesn't really know what to say. Her selfless self can't help but think she's suddenly putting so much pressure on you, she thinks she failed protecting your peace.

— Come here. You let go of her wrist and open your arms towards her.

She hesitates at first but eventually crawls into your arms, her head resting on your chest.

One of your hands is stroking her hair and the other is tracing slow circles on her back. Your cheek is pressed against the top of her head.

You stay like that for a few minutes, quiet, just taking in each other's warmth.

— Thank you. Hyunju's voice is right above a whisper.

— You don't have to thank me for being here, that's what soulmates are for.

[freyafrida]

rilla of ingleside, chapter thirteen

getting to the lusitania, here we go 😬

“But I will say that I would not have minded throwing a few stones myself. One thing is certain—Whiskers-on-the-moon said in the post office the day the news came, in the presence of witnesses, that folks who could not stay home after they had been warned deserved no better”

whiskers BAD pacifists BAD and that's why we should throw rocks at their windows

“Bruce Meredith is worrying over the babies who were drowned. ”

While Bruce is, as a character, super twee and unrealistic (kind of wonder what the purpose of him is? To show the effects of the war on innocent children who just Care Too Much? to make it a kind of 'out of the mouths of babes' situation re: sympathizing with the war effort?), I would be legit worried for him if he were a real kid. He's so distressed over world events he can't do anything about, and his parents make no effort to insulate him because ~that would be lying~ (and ofc in deep irony, half the stuff Bruce is losing sleep over is exaggerated anyway). Cannot say that I'm thinking Rosemary is much improvement over Rev. Meredith, as a parent. It's starting to seem like a miracle that the older Meredith kids are okay.

“You don’t expect me to ask her?” giggled Amy MacAllister, the other member of the committee. “Irene and I haven’t spoken for a hundred years. Irene is always getting ‘insulted’ by somebody. But she is a lovely singer, I’ll admit that, and people would just as soon hear her as Mrs. Channing."

Ayyy Rilla hanging out with girls her own age! I kiiinda get why we don't get much of her having friends -- the book is way more concerned with portraying all the various facets of the war and showing the heroism (heroineism?) not only from girls like Rilla, but also older women like Susan -- but after how detailed every stage of Anne's life is, it just leaves me wanting more of Rilla, you know? I also would have liked to see more focus on the generation that came of age during the war in general, instead of Gertrude and Susan tbh! (Again, I get why we don't, but lettuce discuss how this book could appeal more to me personally lmao.)

Also, occurs to me that in terms of like, how much on-page time they spend together, Rilla's closest friend her own age is Miranda Pryor. LOL.

“there’s even a big party coming out from town”

Town being...Charlottetown? I've always been under the impression the Glen is basically the largest settlement in its area (with over-harbor/Upper Glen/Glen St. Mary being the largest town?) but I guess given that none of those are actually large towns, it would make sense for Charlottetown to still be "the" town.

“I think Irene is the one who should apologize,” said Miss Oliver. “But unfortunately my opinion will not fill the blanks in your program.”

Realism :( Always horrendous to realize that what's right and what's practical are not the same thing. Rilla's reply is once more on the theme that she can't shirk doing things she hates, especially in service of the war effort (getting up a concert), when soldiers are facing the ~Huns.

The bit where Rilla apologizes to Irene is so good -- relatable, tbh (me gritting my teeth and writing "Thanks for catching that! I'll fix it right away!" in the work chat when the person who makes me review 10+ photo batches in per day is like "omg freyafrida there's a speck of dust in this photo!! can't believe you didn't see that!!") and I always love how Rilla is a lot tougher and willing to do what's necessary than she appears. (Honestly, very classic "I'll do it I'm just going to be dramatic about it first" which, same girl.) It's come up before, and I think you can see it again now, that Rilla's honestly pretty...chill, for lack of a better word haha, not prone to holding grudges like her mother -- e.g. she doesn't really let Ken's teasing of her get in the way of liking him (unlike Anne with Gilbert) and here, she pretty much moves on from Irene, accepts that she isn't a good friend, and gets over losing her friendship, even in the face of Irene being passive-aggressive to her.

Do agree that while I can see how she put on two different stockings, I don't know how she put on two different shoes (does she not keep her shoes in pairs?) and somehow walked the whole way to the Upper Glen without noticing her stride was wonky?

“Dear, dear, was Irene at feud with everybody? As for Una Meredith being hateful to anybody, the idea was so farcical that Rilla had much ado to keep from laughing in Irene’s very face.”

you: Walter Slur Mystery; me, an intellectual: Una-Irene Beef Mystery (j/k why not both). Always been curious about this given that everyone else and their mother thinks Una is an angel who's never fought with anyone! I've always headcanoned it as Una possibly being tired/slightly frustrated and maybe being a bit short -- not rude, but perhaps snippy -- with Irene one day and Irene taking it overly personally (also wouldn't be surprised if Irene just like, didn't like Una in general for being kind of plain and boring...and maybe didn't like her for having an in with the Blythes and Walter?). Also love the mention that Una plays piano -- grasping crumbs for character details, lol, but I do like the idea that music is her hobby, since she also wants music lessons really badly in Rainbow Valley.

“And Ingleside was a very charming house to visit, especially when a handsome college student like Walter was home.”

Curious that she's interested in Walter still -- handsome as he is, given how everyone is on his case for not enlisting, it's interesting that reputation-obsessed Irene would like him. (Walter Slur Mystery time: if it was a suggestion Walter is gay, I wonder if Mrs. Burr was, like, "helpfully" trying to warn Irene off since Irene does think Walter is handsome...although Irene is still interested in him here and seems to still think she has a chance if she hangs around Ingleside. That would support Rilla's belief that Irene might not even believe the rumor herself and was just trying to put Rilla down 🤔)

“There is only one thing of importance just now—and that is that the Allies win the war,” she said aloud.”

ok I just googled and the Triple Entente was apparently referred to as "The Allies" through WWI, presumably by their own side. Confusing since the other side was the Triple Alliance!! why would they do this to me, personally, a hundred years in the future

glossary:

Readying Rilla bits:

Draft originally mentions that Mrs. Channing's son is in Halifax with his regiment; Halifax is then replaced with "Kingsport". Pretty sure most people have speculated Kingsport is basically Halifax, which makes the decision to ignore the Halifax explosion later puzzling!

Re: the slur against Walter, it originally says "she [Rilla] could not utter what Irene had reported about Walter", which kinda reads more serious than the final version.

Irene's appearance: her hair is originally described as "golden", which is replaced by "pale, straw-colored" (can't be too flattering to the villain, lol), and instead of "extreme fashion", it's described as the "very latest Charlottetown fashion." ("shallowly-set, insolent" is also added to the description of Irene's eyes, lmao).

Cut bit after Irene says "and sing at your concert?": "She might as well have added, 'that is just why you are apologizing to me' for her tone said it for her. And the worst of it, from Rilla's point of view, was that it was quite true."

Rilla originally suggests "Millicent Arnold" (related to Fred?) to accompany Irene, before Una and Gertrude.

The entire paragraph about Rilla outgrowing Irene isn't in the first draft (it's inserted as a huge chunk in LMM's notes).

Rilla originally gives her full name as "Bertha Marilla Cuthbert Blythe" (muscle memory re: Marilla from LMM?)

[shannonsketches]

Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,

Anime:

GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)

VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!

Manga:

GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of? VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.

[deoidesign]

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[meownotgood]

Can I ask what your ✨Aki journey✨ was like? I’m a Aki girlie but you clearly love Aki more than any blog I’ve ever seen (purrr) When did you start becoming interested in him? Was it an aHA moment or did it develop over time? I’m really curious!!! What inspired you to start this blog? I live, laugh, love backstories 🫶🏾❤️‍🔥

YES I would be so happy to answer this!!!!!!!

so before I read chainsaw man, I knew next to nothing about it, I wasn't really a manga reader in general to be honest but I started getting into it because I wanted to get caught up with jujutsu kaisen after finishing the anime. when I did, I really enjoyed jjk, I wanted to read more manga and a friend suggested I read chainsaw man because it's similar. I was like okay... a lot of people are into it... it looks cool... why not.

and when I started reading and I got to that third chapter and I saw aki... I literally said to myself: yeah, he is going to be my favorite. because he's exactly my type — the suit, the hair tied up so it's long and pretty when he takes it down, the SMOKING??? THE PIERCINGS????? I thought his hair was silly but adorable, his personality was stern but quirky and likable, his kon power was so cool. he was just so cute and hot and definitely my type of character.

but really, even though aki was always my favorite character from the start, my obsession truly began when I finished the manga. aki's arc is just so good... I fell in love with him the whole way through but especially after the manga was over... I loved watching him grow as a character, he just feels so real and relatable personality wise and story wise. he's immensely flawed but kindhearted to his core. he's so human. I love how he's emotional and soft and the conclusion to his arc is genuinely my favorite thing in any piece of media ever, it's so bittersweet and compelling. (and I'm a mess for that bittersweet shit okay)

anyway after I read chainsaw man for the first time I was feeling a mix of emotions between "wow that was the greatest thing ever" and "what the fuck did I just read" but more than anything I yearned for more aki, and so I read it a second time almost immediately after, and then the aki brain infection just grew worse and worse.... was screenshotting every panel of him... I read it a third time... a fourth time in the colored version to collect more panels......... I started my blog over a year ago to post fanfic and rant about aki and the rest is history

[keeps-ache]

another day another consumption of vegetables

[exoexid]

the suyeol lore is so crazy

[novelconcepts]

i don't make resolutions, but if i did

it would be to finish this fic

(and to be kind to myself for however long it takes to actually do so)

[stereax]

woohoo spiraling out of control right now (what else is new really I've been fucked up and spiraling for weeks now) and trying to figure out reasons not to delete my tumblr and discord and myself along the way

but you know. talking about myself on my blog automatically means I'm attention seeking and fishing for pity right? should just shut up and stick to the news eh, it's all I'm good for :D

anyway if you need me I'll be in the corner reliving the past, coming to terms with reality, and trying to convince myself I'm not the problem despite every indication to the contrary ✌︎︎

[white-poppie]

Status upgrade ?! ⎯ ft. jjk men

feat ⎯ satoru, kento, suguru, sukuna 'n toji

synopsis ⎯ you accidentally refer to your boyfriend as 'husband' !

a/n ⎯ I was giggling the entire time writing this, also sukuna is not the king of curses here because I said so.

✶ ࣪˖ GOJO SATORU

You can't seem to be able to catch your breath with him, not enough air fills in your lungs as you stare at him with clenched fists and a taut jaw.

"What part of 'I didn't want you to take on that mission' did you not understand 'Toru?" you say, exasperated, your voice cracking in sheer frustration after having gone back and forth the same topic infinite times, all ending with 'you know I have to, it's not like I want to,' or something like that.

But you are tired, you really are, the kettle whistling cacophonically when the two of you finally found time for an intimate little movie night, interrupted by a call on his phone and then him subsequently teleporting away like it was nothing. Like you were a fool, feeling all giddy for just finally being able to spend time and woosh, he's gone.

"I'm sorry baby, you know I have no choice, there are people who depend on me." His pretty face crumpled in guilt and annoyance all the same. And every time he says this, it's like his way of shutting you off, because how do you even respond to people's lives being dependent on him?

Its too much, it really is too much sometimes. Somehow, all of these discussions end with you feeling like the douche.

"I hate when you do this," you choke, "I can't even have a little time with my husband now." It leaves and you don't even register it, but Satoru does.

He takes in a deep breath, his own throat in brambles while his heart stutters. A little slip off the tongue and it hits him harder than ever.

"Your husband?" he says, trying so desperately to not let his muscles twitch into a wide grin, but he can't help it. And so against the situation, his eyebrows soften down and little smile appears on his face.

There is a tender feeling in his chest that seizes his entire being, somehow, that one word makes all of it feel so tangible. Your concern, endearing then, seems heartfelt now. A sudden strike of accountability that perhaps stems from the little future he imagines within that few-second interval when you call him your 'husband.'

"Whatever," you bristle, annoyed, embarrassed at the slip of the tongue, turning around to walk away from him, before two muscular arms find their way on your waist and you freeze. His weight against your back, nose nuzzling into your shoulder, tufts of white hair tickling against your skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into your shoulder flesh, hot breathing fanning against the skin. His arms tighten around your waist as though holding your back from moving, to keep you planted as you are, in his arms, forever. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll say no, I promise I'll try to reject the missions I can." He whispers out, planting kisses against the expanse of your neck causing you to shiver against his broad frame.

You sigh deeply, hand coming to caress his face. "Okay," you breathe out.

"And as your husband — I should really stick to you like glue, yeah? More so if I wanna make it into reality," His large hand sprawls on your tummy and you can hear that damn smirk on his face.

Your cheeks turn red and you try desperately to backtrack, "It just slipped out of my mouth—"

"Yeah, yeah, as I was saying, do you prefer a pear-cut or a marquise-cut diamond?"

God he is so obnoxious.

✶ ࣪˖ NANAMI KENTO

You're sleepy, so damn sleepy that you could just fall into sleep the instant you find a surface to lay on.

"You look exhausted," Kento comments, his eyebrows furrowed in worry as he looks at your weary form. You peer to look at him through the mirror on your vanity. He looks like a dream. His reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, a classic novella in his hands as he leans against the bedrest.

"Come here, love," he pats the space on the mattress, right beside him and you feet move before you can think, climbing onto the bed, you bury yourself against his side, curling in.

A soft smile graces his lips as he pulls you closer against his side with his free arm, his fingers carding through your hair.

"Tough day?"

"Mmh, it was so tiring," he nods at your reply, taking in a deep breath.

"Yeah? Tell me about it."

"Well for starters, I worked like a dog and then stayed for overtime, my favourite lipgloss finished and when I wanted to treat myself nice; they put too much sugar in my drink." You huff.

"Oh that sounds tiring," he murmurs, "why don't you get some sleep, hm? We can plan a little get-away this weekend." he whispered out, leaning over to keep his book and switch off the lights so they don't burn as sharply against your sleepy eyes.

When he settles back, he's met with a tender quirk of your lips, "You're amazing, Kento," you murmur, letting yourself be shifted carefully against him as he lays down from where he was sitting.

A deep, dulcet chuckle leaves him at that, "Really, what did I do?"

"Nothing, you just are perfect, the perfect husband a girl could ask for," it leaves your sleep-addled mouth before you can even comprehend it, and Kento freezes for just a second, his hand that was brushing your hair pauses in its tracks. On any random day he would have been flattered beyond words, but right now he is flattered and dumbfounded.

"Your husband?" he replies, trying his absolute best not to laugh and wake you up.

You blink, slowly as the realisation sets in and bury yourself against his chest in embarrassment. "Kentoooo" you groan out.

Nanami chuckles and shakes his at your embarrassed antics, utterly endeared, and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Why are you embarrassed, love? Its good you are already getting a habit of it, because it's not that distant of a future."

✶ ࣪˖ SUGURU GETO

The girls started calling you 'mom.' It happened slowly, gradually as you eased your way through the household.

Suguru was still 'Mister-Geto', but you were mom. That was enough for him, that meant everything, to watch the girls find solace in your presence.

A Sunday outing, one of the few rare days Suguru got free time from his cult and the way he spends it is to spend time with Nanako, Mimiko and you. You're seated at the girl's favourite restaurant, the girls on one side and the two of you on the other.

"I'll have a burger," Mimiko chimes "and fries."

"Why are you copying me? I said burger in the car first," Nanako looks at her with a sort of distressed expression.

"No but I thought of it before you said it."

"And I-I thought of it, yesterday."

And apparently they thought of the burger and fries the day before and the day before that, and the day before the day before...

"Girls, calm down," Suguru sighs with a soft chuckle, placing the menu down. "You can both get burger and fries."

"But do you really want to get the same thing everytime, there are other options on the menu too," you suggest, hoping to calm the tension down. "Like Chicken nuggets."

"I'll get Chicken nuggies." Nanako quickly suggests, earning a very obvious side eye from her twin. Suguru sighed, calling for the waiter at that.

"Uhmm, one chicken nuggets meal, a burger with fries and I'll have Aglio Olio and so will my husband." You mutter and the waiter nods, taking your order, and you are met with three curious, wide-eyed people back on your table. Suguru, Nanako, Mimiko; everyone's gaze stuck at you, making you very obviously aware of your blunder.

And for a second you wish you could melt into the seats.

"Are you married to already Mr Geto, mom?" Mimiko speaks out, slightly surprised and you can't help but groan in embarrassment at the innocent curiousity on her face.

"Not yet," Suguru breaks through the awkwardness, answering for you. His soft eyes reaching over to look at you, his fingers intertwining with yours under the table.

And you notice him share a glance with girls, as though a secretive pact you don't quite understand but they do.

"So we still need the rin⎯" Nanako tries to utter, to which Mimiko quickly places her hand on her mouth...yeah its going to be one interesting day.

✶ ࣪˖ SUKUNA

Sukuna has a staring problem and everyone notices it, including your coworkers at your 'stupid work-party' as Sukuna likes to call it. And he draws eyes, everywhere. Its hard to not notiuce him when he's towering everyone, standing in a corner all broody. He's eyeing everyone in the room, staring down at everyone who talks to you. If he were a dog, his damn ears would stiffen if he say anyone walking close to you.

"'Kuna, you are making people scared," you sigh at your boyfriend who's form fills the two piece suit like a damn glove, frankly you want to peel it off him, but that's a conversation for another time.

"Good," he mutter, sipping at the rum in in his glass, his hand slowly caressing the small of your back through your dress, his warmth anchoring you through the flurry of loud interactions.

"Is that woman who keeps bitching about her cheating husband instead of leaving him?" He mutters, languidly pointing of of the fingers of the hand that is holding his glass, a little too loud in your opinion.

"Sukuna!" you hiss to him, a warning, but he just shrugs and smirks, taking yet another sip.

"What, I'm just confirming all you 'tea' is about the right person."

You sigh, internally regretting bringing him as your plus one. your eyes land to your manager walking upto you and you immediately straighten up, putting on the corporate smile.

He walks up, raising an eyebrow towards Sukuna, before he looks expectantly at you for the introductions.

"Sukuna, this my manager, Mr Lim and Mr Lim, this is my husband, Sukuna." You introduce, and notice a bit too late Sukuna's grip around your waist tightens and you look upto with a nervous expression, realising how awkward it would be if he corrects you.

Instead, Sukuna smiles, extending his hand for a handshake "A pleasure."

Soon your manager leaves upon being called and youi feel Sukuna's warm breath on your ear, "Didn't know you were going around introducing me as your husband to people." He whispers.

"I-"

"No need, I like it, wife."

✶ ࣪˖ TOJI

Its three in the damn morning when Toji wakes upto the sound of vegetable chopping.He can't help but groan at the absence of your warmth on your side of the bed, reaching over to sling an arm, but he's met with the cold sheets instead of your sleeping form.

He decides against falling asleep again like an asshole and instead begrudgingly pads to the kitchen, barefoot, scratching his head. "Babe its four in the morning, why are chopping vegetables at this time?" he sighs with a yawn, his voice all sleep-addled and deep. Toji walks upto behind you, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck as he wraps his arms around your form.

"I was hungry, 'Ji," you murmur. "And craving ramen." You add before he could protest with, 'why didn't you just eat cup noodles?'

"You and your damn cravings," he snorts, watching you stir the mix before he peels himself off you and gets cup noodles.

You look up at him wuth a raised eyebrow, questioningly, wasn't he criticising your random cavings just a minute ago?

"What? Seeing you eat is making me hungry too," he grumbles, boiling water beside you.

"This is nice," you comment with a fond smile, stirring at the makeshift recipe of instant noodles and veggies.

"What is?"

"Just this, cooking together...well not really cooking, but sort of spending time together like this with my husband⎯" You say without paying much attention and do a double take, slowly you turm your head towards Toji to see his reaction and to your surprise he smiles, a soft smile on his face as he watches the water boil.

"Yeah, I like it," he replies, his tone betraying a hint of fondness. "Maybe even as a forever sort of a thing."

Masterlist ⎯ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

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[yujiqi]

fingers

idol!jake x f!reader

synopsis: jake just can't keep his hands still on weverse live so you find a better way for him to fidget those pretty fingers of his!

genre/s: smut, perhaps fluff

warnings: pet names (mostly baby, good boy), sub!jake, fingering, jake loves ur boobs, finger sucking, jake is like a dumb little puppy

a/n: when the jake jakes so hard i have to write something. ive been so obsessed w that clip of him on live practically fingering his hand so yk i had to come out of the shadows to write smth. enjoy!

your boyfriend jake and his group have a huge following and you often see videos of them on your fyp, always bringing a smile to your face. but lately his weverse lives have been gaining a lot of attention. parasocial fans clipping moments where he makes suggestive motions with his hands, his pretty hands, as he mindlessly fidgets. he constantly has to be touching or messing with something and today you wanted to take advantage of this habit of his.

"jake why are you always fidgeting with your hands?" your boyfriend reads aloud a comment. he decided to do a weverse live today and you were feeling lonely so you dropped by the studio to enjoy his company as he does his thing.

"umm i don't know, i usually just can't sit still you know? my hands always need to be touching or messing with something." his words make your ears perk up, and you try to see what he's doing from where you're seated to avoid being seen in the live. he has his middle and ring finger engulfed by his other hand. the sight of his pink knuckles and veiny hands make your breath hitch. it urges you to want to help jake with his fidgeting. give him something better to play around with that you can both benefit from. and most importantly, stop him from giving these people something to get off to. you pick up your phone and text jake.

end the live.

he briefly looks at you over his shoulder before turning back to his phone propped up "ok guys! i think i'm gonna end the live 'cause it's getting pretty late and engene need their beauty sleep" he says his byes and ends the live, swirling in his chair to face you. "what's up baby, you good?" he motions for you to come over. you don't say anything. instead you walk towards him and sit on his lap, snaking your arms around his neck. he lets out an exhale, shocked by the sudden contact. "..baby?"

"my sweet boy," you run your hand up his neck, caressing his cheek and he leans into your touch. you trail your hand down his arm, fingers tracing his veins down to his fingertips. "what am i gonna do with you?" you play around with his fingers as he looks at you like a dumb puppy.

"what do you mean?" his breathing increasing at just the contact of you on his lap and your intertwined fingers.

"what am i gonna do with all your fidgeting," you bring his hand to your lips, kissing each of his soft knuckles. "you give your fans quite the show, don't you?" you then guide his thumb to enter your parted lips. you feel him get harder underneath you as he watches your moves, hypnotized.

"baby, i-" he can barely keep it together as he feels your warm mouth enveloping his thumb.

a string of saliva connecting you to jakes finger as you pull away. "i want you to use your fingers for me only, can you do that jakey?" you reach up to stroke your nails through his messy hair. "can you be a good boy for me and show me how you can use those pretty pretty hands of yours?" he nuzzles his face into your neck, overwhelmed but amused by the whole scene.

"mhm" his voice muffled.

"words, love" he lifts his head, looking you in the eye.

"i'll be a good boy, your good boy. baby i promise i will" his eyes glistening with anticipation and eagerness to show you his ability.

"good boy" you wrap your arms around him once more to place long, passionate kisses on his soft lips. he begins to pull at the hem of your tshirt, attempting to pull it off of you. you pull away from his lips so he can complete the task, to be presented with your plump tits in his face.

"fuck angel, you're so.. can i?" his hands already massaging your breasts before you can even respond. he looks like a kid in a candy store as he kneads and pinches at the skin. he can't believe he didn't think of getting you to help with his fidgeting. he takes his time examining your reaction to different ways he plays with your boobs, wanting to satisfy you and more. he finds you like it the most when he squeezes them. "am i doing good?”

"mmm yes, you're doing so good.. you're- you're being such a good boy for me" you breathe out, his actions making your pussy ache, needing to be touched.

he leans down to kiss your collarbone up to your neck as he continues going at your tits like he'll never get a another opportunity.

"fuck jakey, look what you're doing" you guide one of his hands away from your chest and slowly trail it down your body towards the wet spot that seeped through your panties to your shorts.

"i did that?" feeling the dampness, once again he has that dumb puppy look on his face.

"yes my love. you did so so good," you caress his cheek again, running your thumb on the soft skin. "but now you need to do something about it." you gently grind onto his hand to get him started, the movement causing him to let out a small groan. he pushes your shorts and panties to the side to get a clear view of how wet his hands alone made you. your breathing picks up, waiting for him to use his hands just like he did in that live stream. he brings that same thumb from before up to his lips, sucking on it, before sticking it back in your warm mouth, looking you in the eyes more confidently than before. you suck on his thumb seductively and he then pulls it out and presses it on your clit, starting slow circles. you immediately throw your head back, letting out a soft moan, amazed by his sudden skills.

"im being such a good boy right baby? am i using my hands right?" his voice muffled as he goes at kissing your neck again. his thumb begins rubbing faster as he begins to stick a finger inside your slick entrance. you have to prop your hands onto his shoulders to keep your balance.

"y-yes, your hands are perfect, baby" you start rocking your hips as he adds a finger and another, stretching your tight hole. you can barely keep it together. you become a mess riding his slim, veiny fingers as they continuously hit your g-spot. each pump of jakes fingers is one closer to your release.

"jakey.. im gonna.." you moan out as he watches your face, breathless at the sight, rubbing your clit harder, pushing his fingers up higher, moving them faster to get you there. with one last pump of his fingers, you cum and your liquids spill onto his hand, making it even prettier if possible.

"jake..." you look at him in awe as he burries his face in your neck, embarrassed at how confident he got. you grab his glistening hand, catching him off guard before you lick your cum clean off his fingers. his jaw's practically on the floor at this point. "such a good boy" you mumble, kissing him to give him a taste of his work. "so good with those pretty hands." your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck and he grips your waist, not wanting to let go.

"god, you're so sexy y/n" is all he manages to say before pulling away to shove his face back into the crook of your neck, still shy from the events.

"you better not do none of that fidgeting on your lives," you run your fingers through his hair. "you have no idea how impactful it is." you say, giggling

"mk, my fingers are for you only," he wraps his arms even tighter around you. "i love you"

"i love you too, my sweet boy" you press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "now let's go home."