#-my bf

[enhaxniniee]

NSFW- YOU RIDE NIKI SO HARD THAT HE CAN’T CONTROL HIS WHIMPERING

@yeoniel2005

[girlonabreak]

i take the art of noticing very seriously

[twinnflowrr]

i like reassurance &gentle reminders bc baby ive been through a lot of heartache

[justsomepetermemes]

[iwakika]

I tried to play around with the symbolism of the cards, and I wonder what people are able to see in them. Update: I made a The star card too yaya

[mouchefska]

went on a hike with @bingobangobrando and had the park to ourselves

[insolentmouth]

NO DOUBT

SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS

Tamsy x Neutral!Reader (no pronouns mentioned)

tags: [slight manga spoilers, established relationship, cuddles, kisses, french kisses, reader being blissfully unaware]

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The quiet in Tamsy's room is different from anywhere else.

It's gentle, intimate, contained... like the air itself knows better than to speak up.

You're curled in his arms on the narrow bed, legs draped lazily over his thigh as your fingers trace the seam of his tie. It always feels so safe in his arms. Maybe it's the extra comfort you get from the way his flared sleeves envelop your body, or the way you can always smell his faint scent from his neck.

The light filtering in from the window casts everything in soft golds and greys, dust drifting slow and hypnotic through the air.

Neither of you has said much. You don't need to.

Tamsy leans in first, his long hair sliding to cascade over the front of his shoulder. His forehead brushes yours, and you smile before his lips even reach yours. He moves soft at first, unhurried. Like he has all the time in the world. Like nothing outside this room could possibly matter. 

Your heart flutters inside your chest, hands clutching onto the fabric of his shirt as he turns his head for a new angle. 

Your lips part instinctively. His hand settles at your waist, thumb pressing lightly, grounding. Familiar.

Safe.

You hum into the kiss, brows arching slightly in pleasure as his tongue slides past your lips, leisurely exploring your mouth. He deepens the kiss just a little more and your head quickly feels lighter, the contact lingering until your thoughts blur pleasantly.

It's only when you finally pull back—just enough to breathe—that the thought slips out.

"Hey," you murmur, eyes half-lidded, still close enough to feel his breath, "can I ask you something?"

His expression doesn't change. Still calm, still attentive.

"Anything, dear," he says quietly.

You hesitate—not because you're scared, but because it feels... silly. Like poking a pin into something delicate and irrelevant. "I heard something earlier," you say, "About you."

His fingers continue tracing their slow path along your side, never pausing.

"Oh?" he prompts.

You glance away briefly, "Some people were saying it's... weird how much you know. About things you're not supposed to." A soft laugh leaves you, "Like you're always two steps ahead. They said it's suspicious."

You feel him lean closer again, his nose brushing your cheek.

"And what do you think?" he asks.

There's no edge to it. No pressure. Just curiosity wrapped in warmth.

You look up at him, meeting his eyes. They're steady. Open. Familiar. The same beautiful eyes you fell in love with.

"...I think people like to talk," you say, "And I think they don't know you like I do."

A faint smile curves at his mouth.

His hand rises to your jaw, thumb brushing gently beneath your lip, lashes fluttering over his eyes as he gazes down at you. "I'm glad," he murmurs, "I'd hate for you to worry over nothing."

He kisses you again before you can respond—slow, unassuming, tender. The kind that presses the thought flat before it can fully form. You melt into it, letting him guide you back down, the bed creaking softly beneath the shift of weight. His kisses trail to your cheek, your temple, your forehead. Reassuring. Indulgent.

"There's nothing you need to be afraid of," he whispers, lip brushing your skin, "Not with me."

You sigh, content, fingers curling into his shirt once again.

"Mm," you murmur, "I know."

He holds you there, close and warm, his embrace unyielding but gentle, like a promise.

Outside the room, things continue as they always do.

Inside, you let the quiet swallow all your doubt whole.

And Tamsy kisses you again. Soft enough that you eventually forget what you had even been questioning in the first place 💙