#1000 followers !!

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Hiii congrats on 1k followers!! I've really liked your writing for a while, it's so lovely to read <3 I hope you don't mind me requesting something, if it's okay :D

What if the reader also has a tsum? Then their tsum and the tsum of the person they like keep giving signs that they like each other, like for example Riddle tsum is very affectionate to the reader, but they don't want to admit it and get flustered. If that's okay, can I request that with Riddle, Azul, Jamil, and Silver?

COMMENTS: Hi! Thank you. I'm so glad you enjoy it. 😊

I really liked your idea a lot. I was even excited to write it. I know that on the Japanese server there was already a second event with Azultsum, but I didn't see anything about the story, I only read the vignette of Azul's card to have an idea of what to write. I still have a little difficulty writing for Silver, but I try my best to understand him.

I hope you and all enjoy it 🩵

CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts; Azul Ashengrotto; Jamil Viper & Silver

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader

WORD COUNT: An average of 450 words per character.

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With your Tsum in your arms, you find Ace and Deuce, leaning over with their hands on their knees as if they were catching their breath after a run. They look at you first, but quickly the cute little creature you hold in your arms catches their attention. They both have that look on their faces like they think it's the cutest and most beautiful little thing in the world but don't want to admit it.

They say that Riddle also has one of those and he was the one they were chasing and trying to catch, but they lost it. The moment they said Riddle’s name, you felt your Tsum move enthusiastically for a moment.

They hear something, when they look they see Riddletsum in the distance and run towards it, starting the chase again. Your Tsum jumps out of your arms and runs with them, which makes you run after them too.

Your Tsum passes Ace and Deuce, which surprises them because they were so fast, and throws itself at Riddletsum, rolling together for a few seconds until they both stop. When this happened, Riddletsum didn't run away again, and the two were rubbing each other's cheeks happily.

Ace grabbed Riddletsum while it was distracted. It seemed upset about being caught. But the moment Deuce grabbed your Tsum, Riddletsum jumped out of Ace's arms, hits him in the face and threw itself right in Deuce's face to make him release your Tsum. Once back on the ground, Riddletsum positioned itself between your Tsum and those two. Glaring threateningly at Ace and Deuce.

You were the only one who could carry your Tsum without Riddletsum getting jealous. And after that, they would keep your two Tsums together to prevent Riddletsum from running away again or causing trouble. Or hurt someone else.

Whenever Riddle sees the Tsums being all lovey-dovey with each other, he will blush, and try to hide it. He won't comment on it unless you comment first. If you tell him they're cute, he'll shyly agree.

“You know, they remind me of the hedgehogs in a way.” Riddle says “I can't deny that I think it's cute whenever I see them rubbing their noses against each other.”

And as soon as the Tsums hear him say that, they rub their little round noses against each other. Which makes Riddle blush even more.

If at any point you pick up Riddletsum, it will look at you with a huge sparkle in its eyes as if you were the most wonderful person he has ever seen in its life. And freeze looking at you.

You went to Mostro Lounge with your Tsum because you heard that Azul also had one, and you thought maybe you could help each other take care of them. Which in itself is already a deal. You help me, I help you.

Little did you know that the place was full of customers, and much more than usual. When you arrive at the entrance, there is a line of customers still waiting to enter. You comment to your Tsum that perhaps it would be better for you two to give up on the idea of meeting Azul, at least at that moment, he must be too busy.

Your Tsum starts struggling in your arms until it manages to escape them and run into the Mostro Lounge, passing by the feet of all those customers. You try to run after it, but a hand grabs you on your arm shortly after you pass the entrance.

“HEY! What do you think you're doing jumping the queue?” A Savanaclaw student asked you aggressively.

“Probably exercising their right as VIP customers.” Azul says, in that politely threatening way. “And I suggest you let them go if you don't want to be permanently kicked out of the Mostro Lounge.” The student let go of you. And Azul sees you rubbing the area where he had grabbed you, as if you had been hurt. “An apology would also be polite.” The Savanaclaw student is reluctant out of pride. “You know, I'm not a big fan of doing business with rude customers. And this clause is usually part of my contracts. It's a shame that a lot of people don't read them in full, you know.” Azul smirks.

The student suddenly looks worried, and apologizes to you and promises that it won't happen again.

Once this problem is resolved, Azul greets you with that charming smile of his and asks what he owes for your pleasant visit? Were you there to see Azul Tsum too? You answer yes and tell him about your Tsum and what happened.

And then you start to hear a different kind of commuting in one part of the café. In the middle of the "Aw"s, you also hear phrases like “Double the cuteness.” and “They look even cuter together.”

Azul and you try to get closer to the place that is receiving all the attention, but it appears to be moving. And towards the VIP room. You arrive at the VIP Room door and only see the door closing, as if someone had just entered. Azul opens the door and you go in with him.

You see your two Tsums on one of the sofas. When Azul Tsum realizes that it was you two who entered, it relaxes and starts to cuddle and snuggle with your Tsum as if spoiling it with love and care. Azul automatically blushes.

From then on, Azultsum won't let go of your Tsum! It practically forgot the customers and only had eyes and gifts for your Tsum. As if it were Azultsum's most valuable treasure.

If at any point you pick up Azultsum, it will first look at you with a big shine in its eyes and then it will come close to your face to caress you.

You went to Scarabia with your Tsum because you heard that Jamil also had one, and you thought maybe you could help each other take care of them. But you didn't know where exactly they were. At least not until you hear Kalim apologizing to someone and saying he wasn't going to do something.

You arrive at the lounge with your Tsum in your arms, and you see Kalim apologizing to Jamiltsum while Jamil enjoys the scene.

“Not even if it has half the animals?” Kalim asks. Jamiltsum jumps up and hits him on the arm. “AH! Fine, fine! No parades this week...” He looked a little disappointed but Jamil was smiling.

Some students who enjoyed Kalim's parades began to comment about being disappointed too. Jamiltsum turned towards them with a threatening aura, which scared them. However, it seemed more stressed than upset.

You feel your Tsum jump out of your arms and see it running towards them. It stops near them and makes a cute little noise as if it is greeting them and to get their attention. Jamil looks at your Tsum with a twinkle in his eyes, like someone who thinks it's cute in a way he doesn't want to admit. Now Kalim...

“OH Great Seven! It's a (Y/N)tsum!” He crouches down to get closer to your Tsum “You're so cuteee! This definitely deserves a party!” POW! Jamiltsum throws itself at Kalim again, this time making him lose his balance and fall.

When it lands in front of your Tsum, it looks upset, but as soon as it looks at your Tsum, it freezes with amazement in its eyes. Your Tsum starts snuggling against it, and Jamiltsum reciprocated by cuddling it back.

A student comments that they look cute together, that they even seem in love with each other. Because of this, both Jamil and Jamiltsum blush. Jamil pulls his hood to hide his face, while Jamiltsum curls up, and your Tsum gets even closer to it, both because it thinks it's cute and to try to help it hide.

When your Tsum is around, Jamiltsum is more easily flattered. Jamiltsum won't let go of your Tsum either. Like Jamil it acts like a bodyguard, and that's exactly what it does with your Tsum. To the point where you start to doubt whether it's really Jamiltsum being overprotective or just jealous whenever someone approaches and starts saying how cute your Tsum is.

If at any point you pick up Jamiltsum, it will first look at you with a big shine in its eyes, but then it’s little face will get all red, and it’ll curl up trying to hide it.

You were passing through the Courtyard with your Tsum in your arms, when you see a larger than normal amount of birds and squirrels in a particular tree. You get closer and see Silver sleeping against the tree with a Silvertsum in his arms, also sleeping.

You feel your Tsum moving and jumping out of your arms. It approaches them and climbs into Silver's lap to get closer to Silvertsum, which wakes Silver up. He looks at his lap and sees your Tsum looking at him and smiling with its eyes. He smiled, that rare sweet prince charming smile of his.

“Hello little one. It's good to meet you.” He caressed your Tsum's cheek with his finger. “You are as beautiful as (Y/N).”

You make noise through the grass and bushes as you approach them. Silver looks at you in surprise, and blushes slightly at the thought that you could have heard what he had just said. And meanwhile, your Tsum catches up with Silvertsum who jumps off Silver's lap because it woke up with a start.

Silvertsum landed in a defensive position and with a threatening expression, as if its first instinct was to assume its position as a guard during an attack. But soon after it sees your Tsum and has a serene expression again.

Your Tsum is the one who approaches first and starts cuddling with the other. Silvertsum quickly reciprocates with its eyes closed as if they were both smiling. The birdsong becomes louder around you, but it is still a beautiful song.

“They seem to like each other a lot.” He comments, now with his usual neutral face. “Do you think it means something?”

You probably felt like doing a face palm, and the same seemed to have happened with your Tsum. It suddenly took a big jump into Silver's arms and climbed up to his face to caress his cheek. While Silvertsum remained serenely on the ground.

Silver chuckles and smile. “So you like me too?” he asks your Tsum, who nods with it's little body.

And to your surprise, Silvertsum also jumps into your arms. It will try to get closer to your face but it won't move very far, as if it wanted your permission to move forward. If you push it close to your face it will rub its little nose against yours.

Be careful, because Silvertsum easily falls asleep in your arms as it is so comfortable in them.

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[shurikthereject]

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! Ever since i started to post my silly art on here you all have been nothing but wonderful and super nice, and im ever so grateful to be part of this community. Thank you to all of my mutuals that inspire me to continue to create hobbit content with their amazing art.

[imactuallyreallycool]

1000 FOLLOWER SPECIAL! - REDRAW OF MY FIRST POST!

I say I’ve improved a lot! (it’s nearly been a year since I first posted on tumblr‼️‼️‼️)

Thank you all so much for the support!

The story form the first post:

“Lucas, Mike and Dustin were hanging out at Mike’s house to “study” (play video games) while Will stayed Home to actually study. Mike missed Will so they all when over to his to see him (Dustin took the photo).”

Now add Max making fun of Mike and El making fun of Will in the background lmao

First post pic + ref ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

[naivegh0ul]

What about finally Older Simon Ghost Riley breed the innocent reader? PLEASE

(Love your work, please continue<3 )

I'm glad you like my work :) Hope you like this one!

(warnings: smut, fem reader, older!ghost, fingering, PiV, loss of virginity, brief mention of overstimulation)

(word count: 2,104)

Ghost had been tinkering with his car in his garage with the door open when he heard your sweet voice. "Hey, love." He said as you handed him a cold bottle of water.

He'd taken to calling you 'love' after he saw how you reacted to it the first time, and you still shiver the same way, but now he gets to see the way you glance away from him, clearly embarrassed.

"Hi, Mr. Riley." Is what you responded. He loved the way you called him 'Mr. Riley', the way your lips moved around the words, it made him want to bend you over the hood of his car and fuck you until those words were all you knew.

Ghost watched as you walked towards him, eyeing up the hood of his car, and Ghost could almost swear you were thinking the same thing he was. "Nice car." You complimented.

"Thanks. Want a ride?" He offered you, smirking slightly as he took a sip of his water. He watched your eyes widen slightly at his words and you nodded your head.

Ghost opened the passenger door for you, even buckling you in, treating you like a proper passenger princess. He climbed into the driver's side after, and he could see you staring at him from the corner of his eye but he didn't say anything about it, he only smirked.

The engine roared as he turned the key, and Ghost pulled out of the driveway, speeding off down the street. He drove fast to impress you, and he saw the giddy little smile you had on your face. So cute, he thought, and he bravely leaned over and placed a hand on your thigh.

He saw you jump at the contact and Ghost smiled a little, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your thigh comfortingly. When you looked over at him, your eyes so big and pretty, Ghost just couldn't resist. He squeezed your thigh, sliding his hand further up.

You didn't say anything, instead you parted your thighs slightly, which Ghost took as permission to keep going. His fingers moved to your inner thigh and went up, brushing his pinky finger against the fabric of your panties.

Ghost pulled his hand away teasingly and he heard you let out a tiny whine. "Shh, love, be patient." He cooed as he pulled the car into an empty parking lot and turned it off.

The sun had started to set, and there was no one around, making the setting like something out of Ghost's dreams. "Come here, sweetheart." Ghost said, patting his lap as he leaned back in his seat.

He watched as you obediently climbed into his lap, mauvering yourself around for a moment before settling down. He looked up at you, seeing those gorgeous eyes looking right back at him.

"Mr. Riley, I…" You started, looking away embarrassedly. Ghost cupped your cheek and guided you to look back at him gently. "Talk to me, beautiful. Do you want this?" He said, rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb.

You relaxed, and Ghost smiled a little. "Yes, I do. I've just… I've never done this before." You admitted softly, lips pouting so cutely.

Ghost's eyes widened and he felt himself chub up in his jeans at the revelation. "Oh, darlin', you're a virgin? Come here, let me kiss you. We'll take this slow, alright?"

You nodded your head and leaned closer to Ghost, pressing your plush lips against his own carefully. Ghost had to refrain himself from bucking his hips up at the feeling of your lips on his, that feeling is something he's been dreaming of for months.

He moaned, tasting your strawberry lip gloss on his tongue and he prodded at your lips with the muscle, demanding entry. When you parted your lips, he pushed his tongue in immediately.

Ghost licked into your mouth, his tongue sliding along yours and sucking on it. "You taste delicious." He groaned as his hands slid down to your hips, toying with the waistband of your skirt. They slid further down and rested on your thighs before squeezing lightly, and he smiled when you squirmed and looked away.

"Let me make you feel good, baby." Ghost whispered, his voice rough and filled with lust. His hands grabbed your hips again and he began to rock you back and forth on his lap, making you rub yourself on him.

"That's it, rub that pretty pussy on me." You shuddered at Ghost's bold words, your eyes squeezing shut as you did what he said. Watching you grind your clothed cunt on Ghost's erection had him letting out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the headrest.

Ghost just let you do what you want, letting you control the pace. His hands stroked up and down your thighs the whole time, gripping them each time you mewled when your clit brushed his zipper.

The way you writhed on Ghost's lap, your hands holding onto his shoulders tightly, your soft thighs bracketing his, it was enough to make his control waiver.

His hands gripped your hips and pulled you back, shushing you when you made a confused noise and tried to get closer to him. One of Ghost's hands slipped beneath your skirt and began to rub his finger along your slit through your panties.

You jolted, hips jerking and back arching at the feeling. You clenched around nothing and let out a needy whine, moving your hands from Ghost's shoulders to his arms, groping and grabbing his biceps as his finger brushed your clit.

"Right there, sweetheart?" Ghost teased, smirking at you as you moaned, the sound echoing through the interior of the car. Ghost felt how wet you were, your panties positively soaked. "Fuckin' look at you. So wet, all for me."

The way your thighs were twitching, your moans getting louder and more high-pitched, Ghost could tell you were close. He doubled down on his efforts, focusing on your swollen clit.

"Are you close, baby? Gonna make a mess of these pretty panties for me?" You nodded your head, overwhelmed tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Ghost shoved his hand underneath your panties and pushed two of his thick fingers into your sopping wet hole.

Your back arched and you cried out, clenching down on Ghost's fingers as you creamed over his hand, your juices spilling down his wrist.

Seeing you like this, back arched and lips parted around a moan, it made Ghost snap. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed your thighs roughly.

"You have any idea what you do to me, sweetheart?" Ghost growled as he yanked your panties down, the task difficult in the position you two were in. Instead of getting you to sit up and pull them off that way, Ghost just grabbed the sides and tore the thin fabric off you.

"You have any idea how many times I saw you wearin' those slutty fucking skirts and I just wanted to lift them up and get on my knees for you? Hmm?"

You gasped at Ghost's filthy words and the way he ripped your panties apart like it was nothing, "Mr. Riley-" You tried to say but Ghost quickly silenced you with a kiss, pressing his lips to yours roughly.

"Little girl," He growled against your lips, the sound of a zipper being opened permeating the air. "I am going to ruin you." Suddenly, you were being lifted up the hips and pressed against Ghost's chest with his tip nudging at your hole.

He whispered dirty things in your ear as he slowly pulled you down onto his cock, cooing sweetly when you flinched and moaned at his size. "Takin' me so well." Ghost praised.

Ghost watched as you sank down on his cock, watching as you took all of him easily. "Good girl." He cooed, a proud lilt in his tone as he watched you panted and whined on his lap.

After a moment of Ghost letting you adjust to his size, he slowly dragged you up by your hips and dropped you back down, smiling as you squealed and kicked your legs at the feeling.

You tightened up around Ghost, your face contorting into one of pure, pleasure-filled bliss. "Does that feel good, baby?" Ghost asked with a smirk as you opened your mouth to speak but all that came out was a weak string of moans.

Ghost laughed meanly at your feeble attempt at speaking. "Come on, use your big girl words." He said. When you didn't respond, Ghost's smile widened. "Don't tell me you're cockdrunk already. Aww, poor thing."

When you tried to hide your face in Ghost's shoulder, he pulled you down onto his cock and gripped your face tightly, your cheeks squishing together. "Keep those pretty eyes on me, sweetheart." Ghost said, shaking your face back and forth lightly as he cooed and pouted teasingly.

"Mr. Riley." You mumbled. eyes teary and desperate as you rocked your hips back and forth, trying to get your message across. "What, love?" Ghost played the innocent act, pretending as if he has no clue what you're trying to tell him.

You let out an embarrassed whine, trying to look away and hide your face again. "Eyes on me." Ghost reminded you with a stern look, smiling as you nodded your head obediently. "Good girl." He leaned forward and kissed you passionately, his hand slipping off your face down to the side of the seat.

All of a sudden, you're lurching forward as Ghost leans the seat back. "Now," Ghost started as his hands slid up and down your thighs, squeezing them to his heart's content. "Ride me."

You looked down at Ghost with wide, unsure eyes. "It's alright, sweetheart. Ride me like one of your toys. Be a good girl and ride this cock."

Nervously, you did as he said. Lifting yourself up carefully, shivering at the delicious drag of Ghost's thick cock along your walls, before you dropped yourself down with a moan.

"There we go, baby. Just like that." Ghost groaned as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock, his head falling back against the headrest as you clenched around him. He felt you speed up, the sound of your thighs slapping against his echoing throughout the car,

He noticed you'd gotten quieter and when he looked up at you, he saw you staring intently down at your stomach, watching as a bulge appeared and disappeared. "Fuck!" Ghost grunted, immensely turned on by the fact that his cock is so big that it causes your stomach to bulge each time you sit down on him.

Ghost's hand shot out to your lower abdomen, pressing down on it and watching as you mewled and whimpered, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. Ghost grabbed your hips, deciding that you were going to slow for his liking and he flipped the two of you around so that you were laying on the seat and Ghost was thrusting into you.

You looked down as Ghost fucked you, obsessed with the way his cock filled you completely to the brim. He made your brain fuzzy, made your thighs shake and your mouth spill filthy moans.

The car smelled of sex and him, that distinct musk that always made you go crazy whenever he was near you. Ghost angled his hips upwards slightly while you were mid-daydream, causing his cockhead to ram right into your sweet spot.

You cried out Ghost's name, wailing, "Mr. Riley!" Ghost shook his head at your words as he continued to fuck you, breathing heavily as his balls slapped against your ass and his cock twitched inside you. "Simon, love. Call me Simon." He panted.

The sudden intimacy of him allowing you to call him by his first name hit you like a truck, causing your back to arch violently at your thighs squeezed around Ghost's waist as you came. Not only was your neighbour, the mine you've been pining over for months, taking your virginity in his car, he's also allowing you to call him by his real name.

"Simon!" You repeated over and over as your cunt clenched, tightening around Ghost's cock. Your eyes rolled back once again, profanities mixed with Ghost's name coming from your open, drooling mouth.

Ghost takes the opportunity of your open mouth to spit on your tongue, ordering you to swallow as he continued to fuck you into overstimulation. "Shh, sweet girl," Ghost shushed you when you whimpered and complained about how sensitive you are. "I want at least two more of those from you."

1000 followers special! Thank you guys so much for 1k followers. I wanted to give you something special for the occasion and I hope this is okay! Love you all <3

[deadeyedfae]

I'm about to hit 1000 followers which is an unreal thought to me! And to celebrate I made this as a thank you to you all and some very good friends 💜

In order of apperence we have @kaylasartwork who is one of the kindest and coolest people I've ever had the pleasure to become friends with 💜 whos art has helped me personally I know thousands of others!

@nyxisart who is as equally awesome as Kayla and as influential to me and so many others outs there 💜 someone I'm happy to call my friend and can't wait to get to know her more!

@leximicham and @sapphicmother who both have helped me so much and I am eternity grateful for 💜💜 without these two beautiful women I wouldn't have gotten to this point at all never mind so quickly!

And lastly @hanginwithhkatie who is just a wonderful person though and though and an artist I love to hear from as her stuff is so new and raw and filled with passion!! Everytime she shows me something she's working on it warms my heart and every time it just gets better and better! 💜

Of course I couldn't fit everyone I wanted into this comic or it would have been pages and pages of people I absolutely love interacting with and couldn't have been here without! So thank you all, every single person who's followed me, every single person I've become friends with and every single person who's now part of the Dead Eyed Bunny army I'm slowly amassing 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 I love you all!!

Here's to another thousand and many more funny, sad, cringy and cute comics!! 🏳️‍⚧️

[fluffyweeby]

Emmm soo.. that happened 😶😳

And I was not expecting that, especially considering I’ve been barely posting and didn’t check the numbers for a while so I kinda missed the other milestones 😅😅 🙏🙏

But I am extremely thankful and happy!! And wanted to thank everyone that likes and shares and comments (and everything else there is 😅) on my posts! It really means a lot and I am so so happy that so many people enjoy my silly art. 🥰💜💜

Aaaand I wanted to do something as a thank you so I came up with this little animation of Cynonari!💜

(I can’t add a normal quality gif so I aslo added a video version)

And sice not everyone knows/likes/etc Genshin I’m also gonna make another little animation! (probably shorter or not coloured couse that took way too long 😅)

To decide on the characters for the next gif I’m gonna make a poll soon, so feel free to send some suggestions ✨✨

Aand that’s all I wanted to say ... So thank you all so so much again and stay hydrated everyone 💧💧💜💜💜

[babydolllblogger]

tysmm for 1000!!! . ݁ ꣑ৎ ‧⁺˖ mine

[apara-dise-penguin]

"i've got 1.000 followers today. thank you so much everyone. ♥ " — aparadisepenguin

[lvrxly]

୨୧- Big Bad Temptation

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

1k follower special, tysm!

warning!: pure smut ahead <3

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The front door opens and shuts in a swift movement, the silhouette of your husband gliding in the dimly lit house as he makes his way towards his office. Your teeth sink into the plum that you had just grabbed off of the countertop, the sweet juice of the purple fruit almost too sweet.

After a few beats and many bites later you toss the seed in the trash and make your way towards Simon's office, since he obviously wasn't seeking you out. When you reach the open door you see him leaning against his desk, a bottle of scotch to the side and a clear glass in his gloved hand. His balaclava is off, his dirty blonde hair messy and his eyebrows knitted together. He looked so handsome like this. Disheveled and irritated.

You can't help but rub your thighs together, your pink silk satin rob sliding off your shoulder, revealing the strap of your bra. The two of you looks so erotic, each in your own ways.

Simons eyes glance up at you, a slight fire is noticeable. He sets the glass down, his fists curling around the edge of his desk so hard his knuckles turn white. "Not in the mood for any company right now, love."

"Well I'm your wife, so I honestly don't care," you respond cooley, crossing your arms as you make your way over to him, hips swaying to which his eyes unwillingly follow. Your body was like a magnet to his eyes, he can't help but watch your every move, watch as your chest rises and falls with each breath, and watch as you bite the plump flesh of your bottom lip. Gods, how he loved your lips, he'd worship them whenever he got the chance.

"Love..." his voice is strained as he clears his throat, watching as you stand in front of him, your crossed arms pushing your breasts up against the material of your rob, making your cleavage almost painfully noticeable and hard to look away from. The lose knot of the belt begging for him to tug on it and make the shiny material fall to the floor. "I can't right now."

Your fingers trail up his chest, running up and down the fabric of his black tee. He feels his cock throb in his pants just from the small amount of contact. His eyes follow your hand as you move on to his biceps squeezing and feathering your fingertips across the ink covered skin. You feel him shudder under your gentle touches which causes you to smirk.

"Why not? Your body betrays you, my love," you whisper in a sweet tone, running your hand down to his jean which have tented over past few minutes. You palm his erection through his pants; his hips buck into your hand and he lets out a low groan.

"Because if I start then I'm afraid that I won't be able to stop.." he whispers in response, his breath shaky and his eyes low and sultry.

"Who's asking ya' to?"

And with that, his hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your lips against his own with a groan your not sure which chest it was ripped from. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, twirling the baby hairs at the nape of his neck around your finger.

"Ya' taste so—fuckin' sweet.." he says against your lips, the sugary taste of the plum still on your lips. His hands wander your figure, gripping your ass in his large hands and kneading the flesh through your robe. In a swift motion he switches your guy's' position so now your the one pressed up against the desk, a yelp leaving your throat as the sharp edge of the wood hits you.

It's getting hard to breathe, so you push on Simon's chest, urging him to unattach his lips from yours. He does so, but begrudgingly. This gloves thumb swipes over your bottom lip, smearing the saliva that added a little shine to the flesh. He sticks two fingers inside your mouth, his pointer and middle, nodding his head at the glove, indicating he wants you to take it off.

With a sly smirk you bite down just above his finger tip and tilt your head back, watching as he pulls his hand out of your mouth, the black glove handing from your teeth.

"Fuck..." he mumbles to himself as he pulls the glove from between your teeth, tossing it onto his desk. "Spread your legs for me, love."

You gladly comply, spreading your thighs apart, the pink satin covering what Simon truly desires to see. He pushes the robe up, letting it bunch at your waist. He groans loudly as his eyes land on your bare cunt. "No panties? Naughty girl...were you walking around like this all day?— hm? Your bare cunt begging for someone to fuck it?"

"Simon.." You whimper, his fingers graze your core, the pad of his thumb lingering on your clit as he rubs circles against the sensitive bud.

"Already so wet for me, so wet for my fingers and cock—" He whispers against your collarbone as he kisses and sucks on your soft skin, the skin easily bruising with purple little hickeys. Oh how he loved to see you all marked up, knowing he's the only one who ever will be able to brand you.

You squirm and whimper under his touch as his middle and ring finger slid up and down the opening of your cunt, his thick fingers getting covered in your slick arousal. "Smells so sweet, 'nd you taste sweet too..everything about you is so sweet baby doll—" His groans into your neck, now leaving marks right below your ear.

"Please Simon..just put them in already..!" You practically whine, your hips bucking against his hand, your clit rutting against the palm of his hand. This little movement causes him to click his tongue in disapproval.

"Is my little whore that desperate? Naughty baby-" He pulls his hand away from your cunt all together, ignoring your whimper in protest. He grips your hips and flips you so your ass is facing him, your chest pressed against the cool wolf of his desk. He reaches around you, his hand finding the belt of your robe and tugging on one of the strings, letting the loose knot come undone and slipping the thing off of your shoulders and letting it fall to the carpeted floor.

You hear him groan at the sight of you, his hands rubbing and squeezing the swell of your ass, just as your about to protest your met with a sharp, stinging slap. Your bottom throbs in the wake of his slap, the skin was surely red. "Fucking hell Simon-" you breathe out, a small chuckle filling the room as he gently rubs the spot in which he had struck with his thumb.

He drops down to his knees and plants a kiss on your ass, his hands gripping your hips as he kisses further south which causes you to almost shiver in anticipation. His hands move from your hips down to your thighs, slowly, he pulls your legs open more than they already were and licks a strip up your cunt.

You moan, your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the loud sound. His tongue darts out once more, the tip of his tongue teasing your clit as his fingers find their way back to your entrance. As his tongue flicks your clit he shoves his fingers inside of your cunt, curling his fingers just right to hit that spot he knows you love so so much.

Your back arches and your hand doesn't nothing to muffle the scream-moan that leaves those pretty little lips. Your forehead rests against his desk as your hips move on their own, pushing his face further between your legs.

With his tongue teasing your sensitive clit and his fingers bullying in and out of you at an ungodly pace, you near your climax, the room filled with lewd squelching, moans, and groans. He hums and groans against your pussy, he could never get enough of you. You tasted to fuckin' amazing.

"Si- I'm- oh fuck 'm cumming—" you manage out between moans, your walls clenching around his fingers as you finally reach your peak. You try and pull away from him as he continues to lick and finger your cunt in it's sensitive state.

"Si' stop! Please I-" you protest as he continues as if he's the one who can't get enough. Lapping up all your sweet juices on his tongue. Finally, he pulls his fingers out of you, giving your slit one last lick before standing from his place on the floor and leaning over you, his own arousal pressed against your ass.

"Is my pretty little wife still hungry for more? hm?"

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Aching Mistakes

(I finally got this done good GRIEF that took forever. Anyways, this is the comic the discord peeps decided on! Focuses a bit on Marie and the woman who inspired the Ballora animatronic, Mrs. Afton.)

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hi, is it okay if I request a comfort(?) scenario/headcanons where Leona, vil and rook(separately) has a s/o who starts randomly wearing gloves and hiding their hands from them due to getting really bad contact dermatitis from their work and not really able to do anything about it work wise

COMMENTS: Coincidentally, I myself have problems with dermatitis on my hands. So, perhaps what I wrote comes a lot from my own experience. Especially the thing about using an ointment that worked once and for some reason no longer works. 😅 And having some trouble sleeping because of the itching.

I hope you and all enjoy it ❤️‍🩹

CHARACTERS: Leona Kingscholar / Vil Schoenheit / Rook Hunt

TAGS: Comfort; Fluff; GN Reader

WORD COUNT: An average of 610 words per character

Contact dermatitis is an itchy, inflamed rash that develops when your skin comes into contact with an irritant or allergen. There are two main types: Irritant contact dermatitis and Allergic contact dermatitis.

I decided to go with the first one since Irritant contact dermatitis is the most common type. It's caused by a substance that irritates the skin, such as soaps, detergents, solvents, or harsh chemicals.

CONTEXT: You got dermatitis after cleaning Ramshackle Dorm. It's not the first time, you already had it before, so you think you know how to treat it. Nobody needs to know. So you will take care of your hands at home and whenever you go out you will wear gloves to try to protect them. You'll be fine in no time... Right...?

Leona knew something was wrong the moment he saw you wearing gloves. Nobody starts wearing gloves out of nowhere just because. But he didn't need to ask anything because he saw you moving your hands as if those gloves were uncomfortable. And once or twice he saw you scratching your hands through your gloves and stopping immediately as if you had remembered that you shouldn't do it.

He wasn't going to get involved. At least not if it looked like you were getting better. But on the second day, you still itched. And on the third day, you had bigger dark circles than usual and the itching seemed the same or worse.

You had just returned to Ramshackle Dorm and the first thing you did was take off your gloves and run to the bathroom to treat your hands. Why didn't that get better? You were using the same ointment as last time.

“You should go to the infirmary.” Grim said “Hench-humans should take better care of themselves so they are always ready.” He teases you before showing actual concern. “You're not even sleeping well. I wake up to you scratching yourself every five minutes.”

You won't admit it, but he's right. You should go to the infirmary. Maybe tomorrow. That's what you're thinking when you hear someone knocking on the door. But you can't cover your hands now, the ointment is still working. So you open the door with one hand, using the door hide this one and place the other behind your back.

“Show me your hands.” Leona demands calmly. You look surprised and confused. “Show me your hands.” he reiterates, crossing his arms but still patient.

“Why?” you ask.

“Why are you hiding them?” he asks back. “If everything is normal, why don't you show me?” and smiles smugly.

I mean, he's right. Who opens the door with one hand behind their back. This is very suspicious. You hesitate, but end up stretching your arms in front of you to show your red hands and unhealthy skin.

But Leona isn’t surprised. He barely even reacts. As if you had just confirmed his suspicions. He takes off one of his own gloves and puts it in his pocket, holding one of your hands with his gloved hand while he runs the other carefully over your broken skin, to feel it. Does he know it's not contagious?

“The ointment isn't working, is it?” He sais. You had just put it in your hand, so he definitely felt the moist. He puts the glove back on. “Do you have your keys?”

You say they are on the entrance table.

“So grab them and let's go. Unless you want to be locked out of the dorm.”

“Let’s go where?”

“To the herbivores club party. To the infirmary. Where else? If you don't go there alone, someone has to take you. Don't tell me you forgot where it is?” he smiles smugly again. “And don't make me pick you up. You know I would.”

Vil saw your new gloves. Were you trying to change your style a little? No. That's not it. You were uncomfortable with those gloves. He knows about fashion, the same way he knows when a person is using a piece to hide some part of their body.

After classes you went back to Ramshackle Dorm, took off your gloves and applied the ointment. It had worked last time, but this time it didn't seem to be having any effect. You had just come out of the bathroom, with your hands smeared with pumice, when someone knocked on the door. Damn it.

You can't cover your hands now, so you open the door with one hand, using the door hide this one and place the other behind your back.

“Hello (Y/N)” Vil greets you. “I apologize for the sudden appearance, but can I come in to talk to you about something?”

You think for a second, you can keep hiding your hands behind your back, so you tell him he can come in. He enters and you close the door behind you, always hiding your hands.

“You've never used gloves before. It's not your style.” It didn't sound like he was criticizing you, like he tends to do with a lot of people. In fact, he sounded quite calm and neutral, almost understanding. “If there's one thing I know how to distinguish when someone starts using a new accessory, it's whether they're using it to try to improve their appearance or to hide themselves. And this second one tends to be a sensitive subject. That's why I thought it would be best to ask you in private. Did something happen to your hands? Are you injured?”

You tell him no, that you're not injured. Well, not exactly in that sense of the word at least. You end up telling him the truth about your skin and how it has reacted to cleansing products.

“Dermatitis? Let me see. I want to know how bad it is.” He now has that judgmental look on his eyes. Which makes you hesitate a little, but you are now also at the point of no return.

You take your hands from behind your back and show Vil your red hands and unhealthy skin, without being able to look him directly in the eyes.

“For the Great Seven! And you let your skin reach this point?” he scolds you. “When did this happen? Have you gone to the infirmary already?”

You say you went there the last time this happened and they gave you an ointment, which was what you were applying.

“And is it having any effect?” He asks. You say that, compared to last time, not really. “Then get ready to go to the infirmary.” He thinks for a second if you should protect your hands from the sun, which reminds him of the gloves he saw you wearing that day. “Let me see the gloves you were wearing.”

You go get the gloves and give them to him. He looks at you disapprovingly as soon as he picks them up.

“These cheap gloves? This material is horrendous! It's probably making your situation even worse.” He throws the gloves onto the entrance table. If there had been a rubbish bin there he would have thrown it in there. He takes off his own gloves and hands them to you. “Here, use mine. They are cotton inside.” You hesitate. His gloves? And they must be expensive. “You can keep them. I have many more like these.”

As you put on his gloves, he details his new plans with you.

“We will go to the infirmary and you will hear everything they told you to do and use. After that, we will review all your cleaning products and materials you use that come into contact with your hands and can create this reaction again. If we have to get rid of everything and buy new products we will do so.” You look at him and show your concern about the price of these possible new products. “If they are truly that expensive, I'll buy them for you. Your hands won't go back to this state on my watch. And then you come with me to Pomefiore to analyze your skin and find products to protect and care for your hands. Did you understood?”

Que Adorable! Rook thinks. Trickster really thought they could hide something from me? That really entertain him. Seeing you wearing gloves and trying to hide how uncomfortable you were wearing them and trying not to scratch your hands too much. You reminded him of an animal that tries to hide the fact that it is seriously injured.

Even though it was funny at first, he couldn't see you like this. He assumed what it was from the symptoms you show, but he didn't want to talk to you in front of others. After all, if you were trying to hide it, it's because he didn't want others to know.

He sneakily followed you to Ramshackle Dorm. You opened the door, letting Grim enter first to run to the kitchen for some snacks. You pass the door jamb and it's when you go to close the door that you hear

“Bonjour, Trickster!” Rook’s head pops from the side. He lets out a little muffled laugh at how startled you were. “I spotted yor new pair of glove on your hands. Are you perhaps trying a new look? Merveilleux! It's exciting to try out new accessories to express another side of ourselves, isn't it? However...” His friendly look now changes to that hunter look of his. And the smile of someone who cannot be deceived. “I don't believe that's the real motive you're wearing those gloves. Am I mistaken?”

You don't even know how to answer him. He already knows the truth and you know there's nothing you can do about it. His expression returns to normal, he now has that characteristic resting smile on his face.

“There's no need to be shy with me. I purposely came to talk to you here because I knew it wasn't something you wanted to discuss in public.” And now his smile has faded into that slightly more serious look that he only tends to have when something worries him a little, or when he feels that the situation is not so light. “I saw how you itched your hands, how uncomfortable you were with the gloves. It's a skin problem, isn't it? Maybe dermatitis?”

You don't say anything. It's not necessary. He knows the answer just by looking at you, your face, your posture. And your hands were starting to itch again.

“Please, you can take off your gloves. They are clearly only making your situation worse.” You hesitate. “It really hurts me to see you suffering like this. No matter how damaged your skin is, I know that your hands are as beautiful as the rest of you and that they just need treatment to become très belles again. And if you allow me to help with your recovery, I will do so with the greatest love and care.” He smiles charmingly at you, the type of smile that makes you feel safe.

You take off your gloves, showing him your red hands and unhealthy skin.

“Sacrebleu! What did this to your hands?”

You tell him it was your cleaning products and about the ointment you were using since the last time that happened to you. And, unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be having much effect this time.

“We must go to the infirmary if it's not working anymore.” He proclaims, embodying his dramatic self. “Ooh, your poor, beautiful hands, threatened by something that should assist you caring for your home and yourself. They must be replaced. I will happily help you with it and get you gloves that will protect you in the future. Fear not, my dear Trickster. Shall your hands be healthy once again.”

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Keep Quiet

Ruhn Danaan X Hunt's Little Sister (Reader)

1000 Follower Celebration Post

Summary: You and Ruhn are having an intimate moment when your older brother calls your boyfriend. And Ruhn asks you to stay quiet.

Happy Day 2 of my 1000 follower Celebration! Figured we could have some fun with Ruhn!

Content Warning: MINOR HOSAB SPOILERS MINORS DNI P in V sex, . Unsuspecting party on phone. Little plot, angsty ending I repeat ANGSTY ENDING

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Ruhn Danaan Crown Prince of The Valbaran Fae pressed his lips to yours. Your tongue flicked over the cold metal of his lip ring. Ruhn’s tattooed hand explored your body, causing your body to warm. You moaned in his mouth, raising your hips for more friction.

Ruhn pulled away and smiled, and you took a moment to admire him. His hair cascaded down over his like rippling waves of onyx. You placed your hand on the shaved portion of his head, and the male leaned into your touch. His tan face brings out the contrast of his light blue eyes. The male was beautiful, and he chose you, “How did I get so lucky?” You whispered. You had met Ruhn at a party that your brother's girlfriend, Bryce, insisted you come to, much to your brother's disappointment. You and Ruhn hit it off immediately, the attraction so palpable Flynn made a comment to get room, so we did.

Ruhn pressed his nose to yours, bringing you back to the present, “and here I thought I was the lucky one.” His lips lightly touched your nose before you saw his eyes grow dark, and his smile turned mischievous as he leaned back, “Now, be a good girl and strip.”

Sliding off the bed, you did as he asked. Once you reached your panties, you slid them down agonizingly slow, and you could hear Ruhn’s growl of disapproval. Once they were off, you flung the material at him. He simply smiled at the damp spot your arousal left and tucked them into his pocket. You quirked a brow, “Never know when it could come in handy.” You rolled my eyes and watched as Ruhn raised brow of his own, his piercing glinting in the light, crooking his finger, “Come here, Doll.”

Sauntering over, you made sure your hips swayed and Ruhn tucked his bottom lip behind his teeth. His stare caused something to tighten in your chest. You never felt that way with other males. Then again other males didn’t show how much they cared for you the way Ruhn had. With him you felt loved, appreciated and protected.

Your knees met the edge of the bed and you crawled toward him, your love, your best friend, your everything. Once your hands reached his thighs the crowned prince pounced on you. His kiss was bruising and his tongue swirled against yours as the fae male managed to flip you on your back. His hands gripped your breast, mouth never leaving yours as his callouses hands flicked over your sensitive nipple. You released a lewd moan as Ruhns thigh met your core.

Needing more friction you began to ride his thigh. Ruhn pulled away to watch your hips move, “Does my Doll want something?” He grinned you whined nodding your head as his hand kept twisting and pulling your sensitive bud. Ruhn places his mouth on your free ripple making sure his lip ring kept grazing it.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your hips moving faster on his thigh. The familiar sensation was building in the bottom of your stomach. “Ruhn,” his name came out of your mouth like a prayer and a moan as your clit kept rubbing against the denim of his pants.

Right as you were about to reach your climax, his hand stopped, his mouth pulled away, and he moved his thigh and you cried out. You opened your eyes not realizing you closed them and watched as he removed his shirt revealing the tattoos that lay underneath along with his muscular chest. He unbuttoned his pants and smiled, “My, you are so vocal tonight, love.” He tugged his pants down half way down his thighs and kicking them off. Ruhn caged you in his fists right by your head as his cock had lined up with your center. “Such a good girl for me.” You closed your eyes and mewled at his words moving your hips once more. “Need my cock, baby.” Already in a state of bliss you nodded your head. He gripped your face and tapped your cheek with his forefinger , “words, I need your words.”

You met his blue eyes, “Yes, I want your cock.”

Ruhn growled, “Good.” He kissed you fiercely once more. As he slid his dick in your folds. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he eased in letting you feel every inch of him. “Oh you feel so good, taking every inch of me.” Another moan escaped you as you lifted your hips only for his hand to press it back down pinning them down to the mattress.

He slid out to the tip, and you opened your eyes and smiled at him, “I love you, Ruhn Danaan.”

Ruhn stilled for a moment before kissing you, “I love you too.” He nipped your lip, “Mate.”

You blinked and before you could register his words he slammed back into you. You screamed in pleasure as he began relentless pace. The only sounds were our moans and the slapping of flesh when Ruhn’s phone began to ring. Ruhn lifted on of your thighs pushing it closer to your chest to get a better angle as he grabbed his phone with a free hand. Keeping his steady pace the sensation re emerged. Through your hooded eyes you saw Ruhn’s smirk, “Ignore it.” You whined.

Keeping his brutal pace he showed you the name on your phone and dread washed over you.

Hunt

“I have to answer, I’m on call tonight . Think you can stay quiet for me?” You nodded your head as you watched your boyfriend answer a call from your brother, while still fucking you. “Hey Hunt….Oh just getting some cardio in.” As Ruhn said that he hit that spot that had you seeing stars. You covered your mouth with your hand as you reached you orgasm. Your eyes rolling in the back of your head and hips moving in time with his.

Ruhn slid out but only to stroke his cock. His eyes glanced your way and you knew what he wanted. You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out and your hand took over. Ruhn gave uninterested answers to your brother as you worked his member. Ruhn but his lip as his eyes fluttered closed and cum shot out of his cock. Some landing in your awaiting mouth the rest landed on your face.

Once done Ruhn cleared his throat and smiled down at you, “Alright, I’ll be there. Give me 15 minutes. I’ll tell her you said hello. Bye.” He grabbed his shirt and lightly cleaned your face off. His eyes had grown somber. “It’s time.”

Dread pooled in your stomach you knew that him, Hunt and Bryce had been planning to invade the Asteri. You just hoped it didn’t happen so quickly.

Your fear and panic must have shown on your face as Ruhn cupped your cheek, “Hey, We’ll be Alright. I’ll make sure the overgrown bird comes home in one piece.” He kissed you quickly before putting on his pants and a fresh black shirt as you sat up.

“What if you can’t? What if you-“

Ruhn was in front of you once more. “ None of that. We are coming home and I expect to see you, right where I left you. Because I am not done with you.” He kissed you again. “I will come home to you, okay? We have a lot to talk about.” You nodded in agreement.

Your lip wobbled as you swallowed the tears. “Okay.”

Ruhn smiled, “Good, now say those three little words for me again.”

You smiled, “I love you.”

Ruhn kissed your forehead, “I love you too, Baby.” He turned and walked out of the door, unaware of the fact that he would, in fact, not see you that night. Or the night after. Or the night after. As the plan had gone horribly wrong.

Fin

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risk : where are they now?

jj maybank x kook!fem!reader

content warnings: mentions of sex and drugs

word count: 900

read risk | Thank you so so much for 1000 followers!!! Since starting this blog in May of 2023, I have written so many characters and storylines. I get so many lovely anon messages telling me about their favourite universes and wondering what happens next after my fics have ended. So, I thought to celebrate 1000 followers, I’d indulge. Here’s the (current) where are they now for all of my fics so far…

There’s a pretty smile on your glossy skin when JJ squints his eyes open. 

“Quit it!” 

“Just wanna look at you,” he mumbles with a dopey smile, closing his eyes once more. 

You laugh quietly and JJ can imagine you shaking your head or rolling your eyes. It makes his smile grow. The cool, damp feeling of clay being smeared across his cheek has him nearly flinching. It’s worth it, though, to feel you rub it in with the pads of your fingers. The tips of your acrylic nails barely scratch the surface of his skin. You wipe the facemask under his eyes and around his temple, and paint it along his cheeks and chin. 

“Is it stinging?” you check. 

“No,” he hums. 

There’s rustling as you wipe your hands clean on an Egyptian cotton towel before digging about in your make-up bag. JJ is subjected to lip scrub, gel-cooler pads on the eyes, and even eyelash and eyebrow serum. He takes it willingly, secretly enjoying how doting you are on him. Besides, his skin will probably be translucent by tomorrow with how thorough your skincare routine is. 

A warm, wet washcloth is used to wipe his skin clear. JJ’s then treated with toner and moisturiser and facial spray and lip balm. 

“Done,” you brightly announce. 

Sighing, JJ opens his eyes and sits up onto his elbows. For the past hour, he’d gladly sunk into your mountain of throw pillows. Every joint and bone creaks awake as he moves. A mirror is held out before him. He pulls a face, impressed by the glow of his skin. 

“Feels nice, right?” you say as JJ runs his fingers along his jaw, admiring your handy-work. 

“I’ll say,” he grins.

His hands plant on your hips and he tugs you toward him. Giggling, the mirror flops onto the plushy comforter and you gladly fall into his hold. Your lips slot against his, the combination of oils, scrubs and balms tasting sweet and tangy. Pulling away for breath, JJ’s hooded eyes flit between your damp lips and shining eyes. A boyish, telling smirk grows. 

 “What’d you say I give you a facial too, huh?”

“You’re gross,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. He sniggers and gladly lets you silence him with your mouth. He sinks into your kisses like he sinks into your bed. 

Fingertips teasing at your skin under his shirt, you sigh contently against his lips. The fire simmers out into a warm burn and you slowly ease away. JJ is only half joking when he protests as you clamber off his lap. Lounging on your bed, he watches you wander over to the television set at the foot of it. As you lean down to turn it on by the socket, JJ’s t-shirt that you wear rides up. It reveals the dainty tattoo you had him stick-and-poke into you a couple of weeks ago. P4L. It’s downright sexy to see it marked permanently into your skin.

When JJ had completed the tattoo for you, you’d also joked that maybe he should mark his name there too. That way the girls at keggers and house parties would know to keep their hands off him. You see, most of the fellow Pogue-Cut girls who had once flirted and fucked JJ didn’t take well to you being his girlfriend. They thought his head might be turned and so they tried their luck with trying to ‘steal him back’. JJ didn’t entertain it for a second, but your possessive side showed when it happened, and he shamelessly loved that side. You’d spend the rest of the party coiled around him like a viper and the hours of the night reminding him why he was so smitten. A tattoo of his name felt a risky play but love-bites were a perfect substitute. 

Sauntering back over to the bed, remote in hand, you snuggle up beside him. You click on Gossip Girl. JJ had confessed to you one night, completely hammered, that he was obsessed with your guilty pleasure show. Since then, you watch and re-watch the series together nearly every night. 

It was baffling to everyone how easily JJ had fit into your world, and you into his. It baffled the two of you as well. His room was now littered with your belongings. They intermixed strangely well with his surfer-boy decor: a Fenty make-up kit stacked up on his desk; Clinique skincare claiming an entire shelf in the bathroom cabinet; designer panties carelessly tucked into his drawers. Your bedroom was the same, though perhaps more secretive considering JJ still had yet to meet your parents. Neither of you were stupid: they had probably already heard from others on the island that you’d had your head turned by a Pogue. But right now, you liked the lack of prying parental opinions. That to say, JJ’s smoke kit was hidden in your bottom drawer under several Vogue magazines and his frayed boxers in a Channel shoe box.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, the two of you settle into the show. 

“Hey, JayJ?” you mumble, eyes fixated on the screen. 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

His heart breathes. Swallowing away the trickle of nerves that your three words always bring, JJ plants another kiss to your skin. Then, he squeezes your thigh three distinct times. You cuddle closer to him with that. It was your own secret language. Three times for three words.