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——NOT AFFILIATED WITH JL OR HIS ESTATE. 18+. ROLEPLAY/PARODY PURPOSES ONLY.
Oh, is that so?
December 14, 2024 at 2:10 AM
And owning it.
December 13, 2024 at 6:36 PM
(🤭)
December 13, 2024 at 2:43 AM
“Hey now.”

(He flinches away.)
December 13, 2024 at 2:32 AM
As I was sayin’… Most beautiful girl in the whole world, y’are.

(He presses a kiss to her temple, exhaling a soft chuckle against her hair.)
December 13, 2024 at 2:31 AM
He makes no grand entrances when he arrives anywhere, but particularly not at Eric’s, where he’s found himself entirely too comfortable. Once at the other’s home, without even a knock at the door, he gets down on hands and knees and peeks his head through the cat door.

“Fancy some company?”
December 13, 2024 at 2:30 AM
(Hmmmph.)
December 13, 2024 at 2:24 AM
My WIFE!
December 13, 2024 at 2:24 AM
(He meows once more, predictably.)
December 12, 2024 at 5:20 AM
“Ta, birdie, now as I was sayin’…”
December 12, 2024 at 5:08 AM
(He can’t properly respond while she’s got his lips, so instead, he gives her a muffled “hmmph”.)
December 12, 2024 at 5:04 AM
(He manages to squeak out a “meow” as she does so.)
December 12, 2024 at 5:01 AM
“Could start meowing if y’want me to.”
December 12, 2024 at 4:58 AM
“Very dramatic, more desperate for attention than me.”
December 12, 2024 at 4:56 AM
“Hopefully not too much. Can’t have that.”
December 12, 2024 at 4:53 AM
“Mhm. Have a cuddle. Inevitably fall asleep with the telly on. Sounds perfect.”
December 12, 2024 at 4:49 AM
“Mm, ‘s a good idea. Could go for a Whopper, ‘f I’m honest.”
December 12, 2024 at 4:45 AM
“Was thinkin’ exactly that.”
December 12, 2024 at 4:39 AM
“S’pose that merits a prize?”
December 12, 2024 at 4:33 AM
“For now, Fung Yee.”
December 12, 2024 at 4:30 AM
(He readjusts her glasses on her face, breathing ragged as he peers at her with a grin.)
December 12, 2024 at 3:11 AM
(He’s pleasantly surprised that she’s shed her timidity. His free hand grips at her waist, as if to bring her impossibly closer.)
December 11, 2024 at 11:58 PM
(His hand slips down to her neck, fingertips brushing along the nape of it as he kisses her hungrily.)
December 11, 2024 at 11:05 PM
(His thumb traces her jawline, nipping softly on her bottom lip.)
December 11, 2024 at 10:51 PM