This Fic Makes Me Want To Squeal And Kick My Legs In The Air Like A Little Girl Please I Promise You

Picture this: Fidgeting

You’re not even sure how it started.

Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was habit. Maybe they just needed something to ground them. But now, you’ve found yourself nestled in the crook of their hand, no more than a fidget to them—a living, squirming, whisper-soft thing to be idly toyed with.

Their thumb strokes over your back in slow, absent arcs. Over and over. Not unkind—never cruel—but aimless. Comforting for them. Your body shifts slightly with each motion, pressed into the warm plane of their palm, legs sprawled across the bridge of their fingers. You’re pliable, yielding. Small enough that they can wrap their entire hand around you and still feel like they’re being gentle.

They squeeze.

Not enough to hurt. Just enough to feel you. To remind themselves that something small and real and warm is there, with them. Their fingers curl slowly, pressing your body between pads of skin the size of sofa cushions. You let out a quiet breath, barely a noise, but they hear it.

And they smile, lazy and fond, their thumb dragging lightly over your chest.

“Cute—,” they murmur, their voice a rich vibration that thrums through your spine. Their thumb taps your head. You flinch, half-playful, half-defeated, and they chuckle low in their throat like you’ve done exactly what they needed you to do.

You’re rolled gently between two fingers next—a shift of pressure here, a twist there. Stretched, squished, repositioned. Like putty. Like something soft and satisfying to keep their mind from spiraling. They don’t even need to look at you. It’s all instinct now.

And weirdly? You don’t mind.

There’s something comforting in being used like this—absently, affectionately. A warm, fidget-sized tether keeping their anxiety at bay. Their hand is a fortress. A place where pressure is control, and touch is intimacy.

Eventually, they let out a deep sigh. Their fingers uncurl slightly, opening like a flower to reveal you, tousled and breathless.

“Still alive?” they ask, teasing, brushing your hair back with a fingertip the size of your face.

You just nod, flushed and blinking up at them.

They press you into their palm again and exhale—steady now.

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Training course

thinking.... about clothes.. and things.... look's like I'll come out with "fish with wings" or smth ehh but do mermaids give birth to child or egg hm. genitourinary system confusing me

but if he's having s.. shh.. sh.. sex. yes. approved.

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Lol im so fucking tired school is killing me

Anyway, have a little doodle ✨

has anyone else ever felt… betrayed? when someone you thought was safe and platonic admits that they are attracted to you in a way that’s nonplatonic?

Hey hi hello @kerrtesy I liked your idea so much I had to draw something for it as soon as I could. Really interested to see if you expand on it, and if not, thanks for sharing your cool thoughts with us! :)

Also, is Luigi fluent in shy guy noises? The little "bwooow" that they do? I need to know this

(link to the og shy-guy luigi post)