#saccha

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she is new again.… fresh…

#my art #oc #saccha

[saccharinerose]

Neuvillette now canonically being the one giving out Hydro visions (referred to as "parts of him") and having full control over Pneumousia while Furina's newly acquired vision has dragon teeth-like clamps over the Vision gem and is the only Pneumousia vision and likely the first Vision Neuvillette ever granted since getting his dragon's authority back

Like ok dude we get it! She's your special little wifey.

#furina #neuvillette #genshin impact #genshin spoilers #genshin 4.2 spoilers #saccha's thoughts #focallette #neuvifuri

[lxpj7cfjdudtv]

Mia torres rica masturbacion Lil thot twerking for me جنس عربي India Summer BBC Threesome BBW Sister Jacking Off Brother Mi novia ninfomana chupando mi rica verga Hot lesbian prison sex - Brazzers DOA Marie Rose Anal Doctors nude sex video clips and male physicals gay porn tube Travis I want to be the one who tastes your tranny virginity

#reskin #thornlessness #counter-passant #hyalogen #forklift #aerogeologist #affective #Saccha #antiapostle #pseudoaffectionately #uncessantly #matryoshka #fledged #azeotrope #centricipital #threateners #snake-encircled #Nafl #botanist #Odinic

[dragon-princess-rosika]

Hakamo-o and Kommo-o in the alternative shiny design I made for Jangmo-o a while back

#pokemon #pkmnart #pokemon art #pokemon fanart #hakamo o #kommo o #hakamo-o #kommo-o #shiny pokemon #shiny pokémon art #draons #saccha art

[lich-witch]

i think they've been a starship crew for like a week at this point and this is like the third thing they've heard her say out loud

#my art #ft hemera #ft xhaare #ft theo #ft saccha #new cosmos

[prettybrowneyedsoul]

ताउम्र चलती है कभी पूरी नहीं होती,

ये मोहब्बत है, कभी बूढ़ी नहीं होती।

लगाओ पेहरे हज़ार, बनालो चाहे कितनी दीवार,

सरहदों को आशिकों की मंजूरी नहीं होती।

#old age love #saccha wala pyar #classic

[shamsherrana]

#nakali Guru BS saccha group

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Haryana News: अब तक के इतिहास पर नजर डालें तो डेरा प्रमुख का जो मुख्य शिष्य होता है उसे को ही उसकी गद्दी सौंपी जाती है। राम रहीम फिलहाल डेरा प्रमुख है, लेकिन उसने हनीप्रीत के आधार कार्ड में उसके परिवार के नाम कटवाकर डेरा प्रमुख का नाम जोडना यह साफ संकेत दे रहा है कि वह राम रहीम के बाद गद्दीनशीन होगी दरअसल इस बात की पूरी संभावना इसलिए है क्योंकि डेरे का अब तक यही इतिहास रहा है। जागरूकता अभियान…

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saccha

#my art #oc #saccha

[saccharinerose]

Do you have any idea how down bad I have to be for a ship to start doodling their HANDS???

#sonia #rauru #tears of the kingdom #totk #totk spoilers #loz #legend of zelda #loz fanart #fanart #tloz #tloz fanart #totk fanart #totk rauru #totk sonia #can not decide if top one or right one is my fav... #saccha art #sonauru #rauronia #sonia x rauru #rauru x sonia

[ihateyouvishal]

when oscar wilde said "they spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever" and when arijit singh said "ishq saccha vahi jisko milti nahi manzilein"

#desiblr #desi academia #desi

[dragon-princess-rosika]

Some Pokemon (that are not Gengar and Garchomp lol) whose shinies I would change if given the chance

#pokemon #pkmnart #pokemon art #pokemon fanart #cherrim #chingling #jangmo o #shiny pokemon #shiny pokémon art #dragons #saccha art

[lich-witch]

various tabletop goons

#my art #not my ocs #bronzeblood #goldblood #the bronze is the one with the glasses btw #ft saccha #ft xhaare

[vampiretendencies]

hi love :) idk if your requests are still open but if they are.. ik you’ve done so many physical touch blurbs with jj but i just need more lmaooo. like it could be whatever you’d like, i just need some clingy, touchy, jj yk?

hope you’re having a great day ! remember to take your time and eat some good food <3

warnings; fluff

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

authors note; i present to you early weekend mornings with mr. maybank himself, i don’t make the rules

There’s a measly draft, whisting in the whole of the shared bedroom. It’s distant, acquired a sort of eerie presence that JJ was foreign to. So dauntingly cold— enough to raise goosebumps and he wasn��t one to get those.

No, not with your body warmth. It’s the last thing he goes to bed too, and the first thing he wakes up to in the morning.

Especially with lack of clothing, he falls to slumber in nothing but his boxers. And, you do so in the smallest of panties and a bralette of some sort. There’s something so satisfying about drifting to sleep at the hands of the other with little to nothing close to nakedness— inside and out.

His puffed out morning cheeks are grumpy, met with linen sheets and a dip in the open space where you should be laying. The more he lies here thinking you’ll be back within seconds, is the more he trembled uncontrollably. For even the weighted comforter could not bring him the familiar snugness you did.

He’s defeated now, aware that without you in this bed next to him he won’t be falling asleep. His real questions have been ‘where are you?’ and ‘what the hell is taking so long?’. You obviously weren’t in the bathroom, it’s feet away and the dimly lit light was off, door having the slightest crack showing no trace of you— and that’s so fucking disappointing.

“Ugh!”

His rasp-ridden voice carries, he does so purposefully because he knows you’ll hear it down the hall— the only explanation for as to where you could be at this given moment is in that vicinity. Kitchen or living room.

With one twirl of the blanket, his muscular frame is throwing the white comforter over his shoulders, crinkling the entirety of the sheets that were tucked in at one point before. Sinewy arms portruded outward to keep his shivering body intact.

JJ would like to believe that this is a near death experience.

Because he is compelled by your affectionate touch— making everything feel painless.

He is so insufferable.

For the complaining and whining that you know is about to ensue, has already caused an eye roll; with continued grunts and loud coughs the whole while he travels in search of you. He drags the comforter that’s wrapped around him on the hard wood oak floor, scuffing it and corrupting the pure white fabric with pelts of debris.

Catching glimpse of your figure with a spatula in hand, flipping at what he deemed to be french toast. Cinnamon invaded his senses, such a sultry taste he could almost taste it without even eating it. But, that’s not important right now.

Your tender skin peeks through your usual morning attire so amorous and ardent, his knees are about to buckle.

Christ. You looked so heavenly.

But, that’s not important right now either.

He hopes to grin, but he doesn’t as he remembers you left him feeble and lonesome this morning. His pout deepening whilst he approaches you. You don’t gaze from the the soaked bread, the waddle of his padded feet giving him away.

It’s so unfair that you left him so early and sulking in a melancholy manner.

The weighted material that was over his shoulders, he drops— he no longer needs that solace anymore, he wants the one in front of him. It collides in a pool on that same floor, JJ didn’t necessarily care about the fact that the bedroom set comforter is splattered with dirt that was unseen, it was just a ploy really— to get to you.

His hands palm at your hip bones, shaping smooth figure eights with his index finger. He pushes you so flush against the stove you think you might fall head first into the pan with the saccharine breakfast. Rocking the two of you, in steady rhythms. Nothing is ever close enough for JJ, he’d live in your brain if you let him. Take your rich blood maybe wear it around his neck. Perhaps if you wouldn’t be able to touch him physically then you’d be touching close to his heart— the one that beats for you. Thinking maybe he can just settle for that, toppling the weight of his entire body onto your back, his cheek smushed against your shoulder. Boxers hanging low on his structured waist, nearing his v-line, he’s flat there, allowing you to feel all of him.

“You left me,” his voice is stained with a pout, and muffled from his breaths against your shoulder.

Oh, you wanted to melt into him, let him carry you back to the bedroom. Though, you’ve wasted almost an hour this morning trying to figure out this damn french toast recipe, practically drooling in your sleep for something more filling than cereal. JJ could live off the stuff, however you think it’s about time either of you learn how to cook. After all, there is no personal sous chef in this apartment.

His sullen look continues, because this is just not enough. He aspires to feel you in his veins, injecting you, flowing through, and giving him this strength of outlasting indulgence no other could. Every exhale and inhale should be your air, shared with with him. Call it overly clingy, whatever, the man is just overly consumed by you. Alike, you were a radiant opening to a world he had yet to discover, once he stepped foot into that world he couldn’t compensate for turning back.

“Got up to cook us some real breakfast,” you giggle, despite this not being a laughing matter to JJ whatsoever. Making things go stale.

His cheek left your shoulder— squish-able at best. His arms elongate further, pulsating with bulging muscles, swallowing you in his hold with a wrap of his arms around your waist. Hands meeting at your front, interlocking and resting there. The nape of your neck seemed neglected, it was almost a trance that he touch it. Bits of flyaways there from the remainder of your hair being tied up. His sweet lips manage a light sleepy kiss to the space, it’s slow and a bit wet from being half awake. Your insides erupt into a fit of giddiness, millions of uneasy jitters swarming your insides. You have yet to get use to his hold or his kiss, feels just like the initial time though somehow it’s worsened as your love for him picks up pace with every growing hour. He presses another whilst you attempt to flip the sugary bread on its pale side, spatula scooping beneath.

A part of you has this inkling that there will be no syrupy french toast to dive into during these early hours.

“Don’t want food,” he breathes, lips moving to another crevice of your neck now, nose catching a waft of your emphatic scent. He nuzzled his nose there, letting it linger like he needed feel it within the centres of his bones. His next swift movement catches you off gaurd, flipping the heat notch on the stove off, and forcing the spatula out of your hands. “Want you.”

Before you can comprehend, he’s spinning you on your heals and you wriggle in his grasp, seating you atop the kitchen island the granite sending a tremble down your spine.

“JJ?! M’fuckin’ hungry!”

You gesture at the meal that you were ready to scarf down behind him. And his pout is now glimmering with a toothy, tip-lipped grin, your face is stoic trying to pretend as if you don’t like it.

“I’ll order us something, yeah?”

With a cross of your arms, he’s standing between your legs at eye length and he swore someone kicked at the backs of his knees the way they want to give out, rendering him a nothingness of putty at the sight of you. Large hands grasping so tight to your inner thigh, his nails would surely leave the shape of crescent moons— he’s trying to contain himself.

You can’t believe the fiending boy before you— eager to readmire every centimeter of you for the better part of his day, keeping him continuously high.

“No J, you came in and interrupted me, there’s perfectly good food right there. All you have to do is let me finish-“

“Didn’t hear you complaining when I did, baby.”

He knows he’s got you by the glint in your eyes and from the effervescent smile you’re trying to hold back.

“Might have missed you a little … but it was quieter when you were sleeping,” you tease and his lips quirk impossibly higher.

“Believe you owe me somethin’, pretty girl.”

His eyes shut, long eyelashes fluttering, whilst he puckers his lips obnoxiously awaiting his ‘good morning’ kiss. His day is not the same without it. You oblige, small hands cupping either of his cheeks, one higher up and carding a hand through his blonde tresses. Mouths connect, it’s enveloping and filled with hunger. He can’t help himself the way his hand accidentally slips beneath your thin bralette and you grab athis wrist, humming into his mouth, a signal for him to stop before you let go.

He doesn’t stop, and you never let go.

Mornings like these spoke volumes, these mornings are the ones JJ lived for.

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