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[railingsofsorrow]

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[jj maybank x reader]

summary: I love you's and birthday wishes or... in which is jj's birthday and you're happy to celebrate it with him.

pairing: jj maybank x gn!reader

w.c: 1.1K

warnings/content: fluff; birthday wishes; early mornings bliss; I love you's; clingy clingy couple.

a/n: basically I saw an edit or something of jj on s4 ( though I still have to watch s4 ) and i decided to write this. it just happened I don't know HOW cause I've been going through a fuckass writer's block these last two months that just... ugh. my favorite blond bringing me inspiration as it should. anyway, good reading to whoever reads this <3

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his skin was warm, like usual. dirty blonde hair pointing in every direction as you tried to smooth it out with a soft chuckle, fingers tracing the back of his neck at the same time, tugging gently at his baby hairs which were slightly darker than the rest of his strands.

you supported your body with your elbow, leaning down to press kisses against his cheeks, jaw, neck, chest, until he squirmed under your touch, mumbling something you couldn't understand with his voice hoarse from sleep.

“mhm.” you felt jj's arm wrap around your middle, bringing you closer to his body. “'s too early. go back to sleep.” he offered a soft protest against your kisses but the way he leaned in to you told you otherwise and you let out a snicker, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. so warm. so warm.

“good morning,” you kissed his cheek, tilting his head to face you. his sleepy eyes closed, lashes touching his cheek and fluttering as he tried to fight off waking up. “d'you need a kiss to wake up, sleeping beauty?”

your favorite blond's lips tugged at the edges and you grinned down at him as if he was showing you the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

“kiss.”

you laughed at his puckered lips.

“as many as you want, birthday boy.” you kissed and kissed and kissed his whole face until he cupped your cheeks to kiss you properly, bringing his mouth to yours. you let out a sigh, shoulders slumping in satisfaction. it's amazing the effect he still caused on you after years in your long-term relationship. “happy birthday.” you whispered, excitement dripping from your voice as you hugged him and forced the both of you to roll over in bed.

“thank you.” his deep chuckle was such a stark contrast against his pink cheeks.

jj glanced at you, in his waking up-wanna-go-back-to-sleep-state, the storm in his blue eyes drowning you in like nothing else. you knew what he was thinking. with time, you noticed it wasn't so hard to figure your boyfriend out by his little tells. the ones he was sure he never had but you found it either way.

right now he's thinking you remembered, you conclude by the contemplative look in his gaze.

“i'm happy I get to say this and celebrate it with you.” you added, caressing his face with the back of your hand. “i love you, maybank. you know that, right?”

“nah, I guess I might need a little persuasion to believe you...” and there he was. after his brain came out of its sleepy state, the stupid jokes would arrive as good morning.

"is that so?" you leaned away teasingly, earning a crease between his brows that put his indignation to light. nuzzling your nose with his, you could felt his chest go up and down under your palm, the movement often becoming what put you to sleep along the soft thump thump of his heart which was like the perfect lullaby. "you can go back to sleep if you want," you said, kissing his nose and sitting up to stretch your limbs and get up.

"where do you think you goin'?" Jj persuasion came in the form of strong arms caging you to him. your laugh echoed into the room as he flip the both of you in a way that he was on top of you. quite literally.

"I need to pee." you gave him a slap on the back, not strong enough to hurt but to warn him. his back muscle moved under your fingertips but that was really the only indication that he had heard you. "hey, handsome."

"mhm?" a giggle left your throat as his lips reached the back of your ear.

"seriously, my bladder is screaming." he let out a groan complaining that your bladder was very inconvenient.

"big baby." you teased after exiting the bathroom, teeth brushed and face properly washed. your boyfriend hadn't moved an inch and you would've thought he was still asleep if he weren't for his eyes wide open staring at the ceiling. "a penny for your thoughts?" you sat down beside him, the bed creaking under you as your hands trailed on top of his chest, drawing invisible patterns just to feel his skin against yours.

damn warm soft skin always inviting you closer and closer until you felt like merging your body with his completely.

“how about a kiss?” he wriggled his brows, a suggestive smirk taking the place of his previous contemplative expression.

“i think I can do that.”

“you sure?”

“yeah, I mean. maybe? I don't know, it's your birthday and all, you know...” you shrugged, acting disinterested in the act of kissing him. “i may be able to make an effort. maybe.”

“maybe.” he mocked your voice, messing up your strands by pulling them up.

“idiot.” you slapped his hands away from your hair. no time to tell him off any longer when he grabbed your face, kissing you in a way that took your breath away for a second.

jj started peppering your face with kiss, much like you did when he was waking up a few minutes ago.

“clingy much?” you croaked out in an attempt to save your dignity after feeling your face and neck warm up at his physical display of affection.

“for you, always.” jj kept holding your cheeks, forcing your gazes to find each other for a moment. sometimes you wanted to paint him, but not any color you'd put on a canvas would do justice to the ocean in his blue eyes. or the sun-kissed color of his skin.

“i love you.”

no museum could have jj maybank on display. but you could admire the art in front of you, and touch and hold and just bask in it. like sunlight dripping through the curtains in the early morning, the shy rays of sunlight that came to announce the day had started. it was warm, so warm. like home.

what a privileged life.

“i love you more.”

“nah, that's just not possible.”

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a/n²: i need one of him where can I find it

taglist: @hoeshissworld

[thebluester2020]

[GI] Kinktober Day 22: "Audience"

Summary: It's no secret that you were Pierro's prettiest and newest little toy. But so many rowdy recruits trying to see if they can play with you as well, Pierro has no choice but to show you that he's the only one who gets to play with you.

Warning(s): Public sex, Exhibitionism, Bimbo!Reader, Trophy wife!Reader, Lightly hinted that the Reader was bought, Praise Kink, Some hints on Infidelity (on the reader's side ngl), Throat-fucking,

Side Note(s): My guilty pleasure has always been trophy wives/husbands. I'm shocked I haven't done something like this sooner low-key.

Oh, it was just bliss being Pierro's pretty little thing on his arm!

Through Pierro's position of being the one who started the Fatui, all with the help of the honorable Tsaritsa, his influence was infinite. No one could touch him and, in turn, you. He had enough money to fund all of your silly little habits whether it was getting into the arts or wanting to clean out stores in the name of getting all the latest clothing items. Your sex life with him was mind-blowing, you've never left the bedroom without either being weak in the knees, absolutely shaking, or feeling as if the only name you could say much less think of was Pierro's.

Life was wonderful. But...as of lately, your husband has been more possessive than he usually would.

He kept mumbling things about "rowdy new recruits not knowing their places" or "them not having enough brain to know that they shouldn't touch his property". You hadn't thought there was a single thing wrong with the new recruits! They were so sweet to you each time you happened to find yourself out and about without Pierro by your side, which was often due to his duties. During those times, the recruits would immediately come up to you and greet you! Sometimes they'd place a hand on your lower backside or even kiss you so kindly on the cheek!

So many times have you gone over to the recruit barracks, they'd so sweetly keep you warm by wrapping their arms around you or even suggest that they all should share a bed with you so that you could truly stay warm.

You thought your silly husband was just being needlessly jealous.

The recruits were friendly and nothing more.

But...apparently, Pierro didn't see it like that. And he was far more jealous than you originally thought he was, to begin with.

. . .

The noises that were currently being forced from your lips were embarrassing, absolutely disgusting as you choked and gagged around Pierro's cock, currently positioned on your knees in front of all of Pierro's recruits regardless of they were old or new. It seemed that your husband catching you and a recruit being too handsy with one another was as big of a deal as you originally thought it would be! But, Pierro was content with showing you as well as alllll of his recruits, both old and new, exactly who his wife belonged to.

"Filthy slut...don't you know who you belong to?" Pierro growled to you, a furious glare in his stormy eyes as he looked down at you, his hand tangled in the strands of your hair as he pulled you back and forth on his cock, feeling his thick length bulge out in your throat while you were helpless to do nothing more than take it. "You see this, men?" Pierro then boldly addressed his recruits just as spit bubbles started to pop up at the corners of your mouth. Your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head, the fact that you weren't allowed to pleasure of yourself nearly driving you insane in combination with the shame of having so many people watch your husband slut you out. "This is my wife. No matter how much she tries to whore herself out to you—" You gagged when his pace became more ruthless, your hands flying to try and stabilize yourself against his thighs.

"—she isn't to be touched. Unless...you want to end up like them." You weren't able to see what everyone had turned their eyes towards but...you were going to go ahead and assume that it was quite the sight. Your husband was possessive, if you were touched, the people who did so always mysteriously ended up missing the next day, the poor fellows!

But, you didn't have too much brain power to think about that at the moment. "Good fucking slut...all you're good for is being a brainless cock sleeve, eh?" Pierro groaned, out of breath as he then started to suck in his bottom lip, his thighs flexing as a sign of his approaching climax. He pushed his hips flush against your face, nearly blocking off your only remaining air source before he smirked at your tear-stained face. Your cheeks were beet red and your eyes wider than a doe's, he could almost see the hearts within' your pupils.

This was supposed to be a punishment not a reward.

"Tch, you're enjoying this aren't you, wife?" He hummed, his eyes beginning to flutter as he groaned at the way your throat squeezed around him. You moaned around him as he began to gently pat your head, immediately trying to press yourself closer to him like a dog who was enjoying attention from its owner. Your visible devotion to him made his cock twitch in your throat, his hand then moving to gently grip your head again before he resumed pulling you up and down his length, starting off at a steady pace before slowly increasing until he quietly cursed under his breath when he pushed you against his pelvis, his hairs tickling your face as you felt ropes of his cum shoot down your throat.

You stayed there for a couple of minutes until you were forced off his cock.

Once you took a few breaths, you had no sense of shame when you asked your next question— "...Do I get another reward, honey?" You giggled dumbly before you hitched up your dress, just enough for your husband to see the mess that was between your thighs. He was frozen for a beat or two before he smirked, he supposed the recruits wouldn't mind another show of witnessing who you belonged to.

[certifiedsexed]

Hi, hope you're doing well 👋

I'm in my mid 20s, AFAB and have PCOS. I recently had penetrative sex for the first time. It was unprotected but I don't think he ejaculated inside (he said he didn't and I didn't feel like he did, but I wouldn't really know how that feels either).

I took a morning-after pill the next day (less than 12 hours after having intercourse), it contained ulipristal acetate.

Ever since then I've been really paranoid that I'm gonna get pregnant, I've been to my gynecologist since then and she said I should just wait for my next period and try to relax because the stress might delay my period even more (I'm not regular because of my PCOS, the most regular my periods are is usually like 40~ days apart but sometimes I skip a whole month entirely)

I'm not currently taking any medication for my PCOS (just folic acid), my gynecologist said after my next period ends she's gonna start me on birth control since I plan on becoming more sexually active and it will also help manage some of my PCOS symptoms.

I'm so scared of getting pregnant I've been having nightmares about it, pregnancy is one of my biggest fears (also I live in a place where abortion isn't legalized). I don't want to know the exact statistics because unless it's a flat 0% I don't think it would reassure me at all.

So I guess I just wanted to get some reassurance, someone to tell me it's very unlikely that I will get pregnant from this experience (there's no one in my real life I can go to for this). One of my worries is that since I have PCOS it somehow made the morning-after pill not work or something like that, I don't know, is that possible?

Sorry for the lengthy ask, thanks in advance for answering and have a nice day ❤️

Hi! Thank you, you too! 💕

Just so that you're aware, someone does not have to ejaculate inside you to cause pregnancy! Pre-ejaculate can also contain sperm, which is what can get you pregnant. It's rarer but can still happen.

You also don't necessarily have to feel it to tell if someone ejaculated inside of you. An easy way to tell is feeling inside of you with a finger and checking if there's cum, though if it was just pre-ejaculate or even just a very small amount of ejaculate, its much harder to tell.

I understand being scared of getting pregnant. It's unfortunately a common worry, especially in places without [free/stable] abortion access. Getting on birth control for that and your PCOS sounds like a good idea, I'm glad your doctor is being helpful!

Your PCOS isn't going to negate the morning-after-pill. Unless someone wants to jump on here to correct me, I've never read anything about PCOS messing with that. Actually, PCOS often makes it harder for people to get pregnant, Anon!

No apologies needed, thank you for trusting me to answer! I hope this helps a little, let me know if you have any other questions! <3

[purplesoulcollection]

Deon Headcanon about love

He won't be easy to falling in love with (atleast him not us) Poor boy...

His past isn't the most favorable, which has shaped his heart and left it scarred, making him somewhat indifferent to love. I believe he has two potential paths to finding love: either with childhood friends, who give him a reason to keep going in this world, or with someone who can completely captivate him.

He won't quickly realize that he's falling for us. He’s oblivious to the unfolding tragedy in his life, lacking anyone to confide in, leading to a slow burn of emotions. Even when he starts to recognize his feelings, he��ll struggle with hesitation and denial, causing him to feel frustrated and moody.

He’ll likely have negative thoughts about himself and try to distance himself from us, but fate often has other plans, making it hard for him to truly escape. Even with destiny nudging him, he might still hold back from expressing his feelings. He’s the type who guards his vulnerabilities fiercely, viewing a confession as a potential weakness that others could exploit.

If he does find the courage to share his feelings, it might only happen during a perilous moment or when he’s under the influence. Otherwise, he’s too self-aware to openly admit his emotions.

We're being surprised with his confession is the bonus.

Even if we have the same feeling to each other, Deon will still feeling awkward and don't know what to do. He already make the scenario if we reject it so much until he don't know what to do...

What his love language?

I think he will prefer the quality time and the act of service. He's too introvert to doing word of affirmation to often. His heart and mouth can't take any sweet love to be voiced too loud.

And his twisted memory also will shadow him to make any love word (so the possibility Deon's love is becoming toxic also very high, but i choose not to)

So he will treasure any peace moment with us and trying his best to fulfill it. The happy and loving is also like a fleeting moment, so fragile to not becoming murky.

He having a very simple way to love someone even if he don't usually voicing it, so the partner also have to understand him.

The possibility Deon experiences love for someone is just once in his life. He's falling in love is remarkable occurrence in the first place. His heart already bleed from the abandonment issue so he loving someone is the dreamlike feeling for him.

His language body

Nervous but still want it, that's his condition. His body will conflicted with his emotion. His emotion wanting to embrace the love but his body is so still, don't know what to do.

So nervous, becoming red, and his finger is always moving to vent out the stress. But after warming himself with his feeling, finally he can become more relax and not so restrictive.

What irks him?

He falling in love. Yes that's true, but he also having a side who doesn't like our influence that make himself feeling weird. But he won't attack us, because he's still the part of Deon, even if he's more ruthless.

At the best he can do is act a little bit of harsh, he cannot make us hurt because it'll also break his heart. He's still Deon after all.

Random fact

He prefer the moment he can relax himself with us in his room than to go outside. The outside full of trouble that waited him to be troubled.

He like to cuddle us instinctively. He needs the warmth from our body to keep relaxing himself.

Stroke our hair a lot. Think that our hair is his stress venting until we mad.

Like to stare our doing with tender and soft gaze. He prefer to seeing us happy than being sad. He having enough of sadness.

Don't like pranks. So try to suppressed our prank side.

Because his sensitivity of light, he have to sleep with the light is off.

Nightmare? He have, His habit of sleeping is delirious. His past always makes him feeling haunted and all we know is that we can stroke his hair, smooth the creases on his forehead and sing soothing lullabies before he fi.

PDA? Please, he can't do that. He prefer to doing that at private moment. At the best he can do in the public is holding hand.

Possessiveness? He have it. So try not to be so close with us. His other side will revenge it with blood splattered. But Deon itself will became so moody until we explain and cuddle his jealousy.

We can be anything, human or devil because Deon himself is the ace of the both side.

His merge of personality will make Deon become more possesive than before. So don't try to stimulate him. We also will be the only motivation he have to not doing suicide right away. We have to literally beg him not to do it.

He himself is only soft to us and ruthless to anybody, so loving him the best is the only way to return his softness.

His smell probably will the subtle scent of blood intertwined with the aroma of grass. He's having it so much until it imprints in the body.

His hair is not so soft as it's appear, the war and stress make the hair not so healthy as it seems.

He's ticklish but having no asthma. So safe to be tickle, but he will also revenge it.

He having so many clothes in different style, but will obey if we want to dress him.

Don't have any tattoo and piercings either. He dislikes the pain its bring.

He won't be cheated. He know the best the pain of being tossed away, he even tried to not indulge to his heart even if he fails so no way he wanted to cheat around.

After everything is ending Deon and us will be refugee and living in the quiet place to living as the best as he could. And having a child like himself and us

He will loving his child and us like we're his greatest treasure he having. Killing is the one of his way to protect.

The end

[tamayokny]

OKAY so today my boss pointed out that out of everyone in circulation, me and another coworker will more likely have patrons be mean to us than my boss and another coworker. we came to the conclusion that’s because me and the other coworker look and sound younger (i'm 23, coworker is 21), so people are more likely to be patronizing and blatantly misogynistic towards us. like looking back, patrons will straight up try to bully us so we cave in lol. i never really thought about it because i do not let this faze me but damn...i do have a lot of patrons who try to test me!

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[sysig]

can i requeeeessstt edgar rescuing scriabin from something |D

Day 6 - There are consequences out here

Bonus, of what he was doing to get stickers in his hair:

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[kaurwreck]

as a Japanese fan of bsd you’ve hit the nail on the head to why i hate this fandoms tendency to go with the “oh it’s so disrespectful to the authors” bc yea it’s my hatred of Japanese nationalism and its agenda to portray their cultural exports as untouchable…it also feels infantilizing in the sense where they can’t picture asagiri doing transformative critique of his country’s “classics” and they are adopting that very same idolatry of Japan

It's also such a flaccid, insincere interpretation of respect that is itself inherently dehumanizing. There is nothing untouchable, and substituting discernment for fawning is much worse than being superficially disrespectful, especially when the subject of your disrespect cannot possibly perceive it, and the only beneficiaries of your deference are states, institutions, and ideological concepts.

I've noticed people tend to strip agency and conscious commentary from Asagiri too. It is exceptionally infantilizing.

[spacedkey]

the eternal struggle of reading webcomics/manga/manh(w/u)a that i think are really good but have cringe ass titles so i can't recommend them without someone doubting my sensibilities and taste in stories

[edge-oftheworld]

going back through some of this fandom's history has made me realise, we really see people as black and white good or bad don't we?

[sanjarka]

when i was younger this whole ''no romantic or sexual experience" thing made me feel deeply unlovable and it still does but in a different way. now i've somehow convinced myself that i'm not supposed to desire anyone like that. like it's not meant for me. it's me who can't love now. not other people.

[alyona11]

I think my job damaged my ability to draw 😶

[electricfied-wolf]

it is saturday and I am but a simple highschooler and I am so so tired and it is literally 12:15pm and I want to just sit here and eat my banana pudding

[storm-of-feathers]

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[noxtivagus]

random thought usually i kin characters that i love the most or characters i rather hate in a way (hate is too strong of a word though hmm)