jemanizer

[jemanizer]

https://www.tumblr.com/jjscrybaby/786807769436127232/neeeddd-more-dealerjj

Ooh dealer!jj ideas? How about reader starts buying too much from him then usual and he gets worried? If you’re not comfortable writing it or you’re not into it ignore this ask! <3

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warnings: anxious!reader, using weed to self medicate, soft!jj

a/n: this is loosely inspired by my real life when i actually had a dealer cut me off😭it was a long time ago and we definitely weren’t in love but i remember in the moment it acc snapped me out of it because it was embarrassing to be called out by a middle aged man who sold drugs

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You’d been buying from JJ for two months now; as well as sleeping with him. He felt weird about taking money from you, made him feel like some sort of prostitute, so most of the time you’d end up heading home the next day with a few rolled joints for free. You’d always go back and see him at some point during the next few days, but it wouldn’t be to buy again.

This week was different.

It was Thursday and you were showing up for the third time, not just to spend time with him but to get more weed; yesterday you’d come and grabbed it and left after only twenty minutes for work. Most of the time he didn’t care, didn’t even notice how much his regular customers were buying, but you were different. You were important.

“What happened to the last six joints I sold you?” You’d been there five minutes and he was already starting the interrogation.

“Uh, I smoked them,” you replied, looking up at him in confusion.

“Tha’s a lot to smoke in three days, ‘specially for you. There somethin’ going on I should know about?” He asked bluntly.

You looked lost and he felt a little guilty for coming across so judgemental, he wasn’t judging you — hell, he was the dealer. He was just worried, and he didn’t like the feeling. He didn’t like caring this much about someone he’d only known two months.

“I don’t know what you mean, Jayj,” you said softly, looking up at him.

“It’s just— you ain’t a big smoker, every time we share one you have a few pulls and you’re in the clouds. It ain’t normal for you to be gettin’ through them that quickly,” he explained, taking your hand to lead you over to the couch.

The fact you looked like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar made him feel like he was right to be concerned.

“Talk to me, baby. What’s goin’ on, huh?” He murmured soothingly, reaching out to cup your face in the palm of his hand. It took all of two seconds for your eyes to fill with tears.

“Nothing!” You argued, sniffling as a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Why’re you cryin’ then?” He wasn’t going to listen to your lies. You’d learnt pretty quickly that JJ was a straight forward kind of person, he said it how it was and he expected that back.

“I just— it helps me calm down,” you admitted through your tears. “I wasn’t planning on going through it all, but it’s just— it’s been a tough week.”

“Okay,” he murmured softly, wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “Why’s it been a tough week, hm? Talk to me.”

For the next twenty minutes you sat there and spilled your guts. You told him about the lack of money your families restaurant has been making; which has lead to disputes all through the day and night. You told him about your friend that had started an argument with you over cancelling plans — because you had to work. You told him about how sleep hasn’t been coming easy for you, and that’s not helping with the stress that you’re under. By the time you were done you were all cried out, curled up in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Feelin’ a bit better?” He asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt the calm mood you’d slowly subsided into.

You shrugged your shoulders, still sniffling into the crook of his neck. “Dunno. A little.”

“Weed ain’t gonna solve any long term problems, it’ll just cause more. It’s fine to smoke every now and then, yeah? I definitely can’t be the one to say you can’t. But we don’t want you gettin’ dependent, that’s where the problem starts,” he explained, keeping his voice gentle.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed in a mumble.

“Always am,” he smirked, making you giggle softly. You pulled away from his embrace, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. His smile softened as he saw your red rimmed eyes, thumb running over your cheekbone. “How ‘bout instead of smokin’ tonight we run you a bath and get pizza?”

Throughout the entire time you’d been hooking up with JJ, you’d never seen him go a night without a joint.

“Really?” You asked.

“Mhm hm. Sound good?” He didn’t want you to question him, because he also was well aware of the fact he hadn’t not smoked in the evening since he was thirteen.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you whispered back, giving him a soft smile as you leant in and pressed your lips to his.

Maybe love really does change you.

[jemanizer]

──────── ୨ৎ SITTING IN A TREE WITH JJ

──  ˙ ̟  !!    ꣑୧ pathetic!jj x reader

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cw: fluff!

It was stupid how high the tree was, really. JJ would’ve picked the lower branch if it were just him, but you had looked up at it with that little determined squint—biting your bottom lip and saying, “We can make it,” like it was a challenge. So of course he climbed it. For you, he'd scale a skyscraper with no shoes and one arm.

Now, you were up in it. Leaves tickling JJ’s neck, his arms wrapped awkwardly around the bark so he wouldn’t tip backwards and die dramatically in front of the girl he loved. you, on the other hand, looked like you belonged there—skirt bunched under you, soft thighs tucked neatly, hair pinned back, cheeks flushed from the climb, smiling at the sky like you had all the time in the world. Like you weren’t swaying with every breeze.

JJ was less composed. In fact, he was clinging to the branch with the absolute grip of a man not even pretending to be cool.

“You good?” you asked, biting back a grin.

“Yeah,” he said. “Real good. Love it up here. Huge fan of heights, yeah..”

you laughed—god, that laugh—and leaned back slightly, just enough to make his heart stop. He reached for you without thinking, hand curling around your wrist like you'd disappear if he didn’t.

“baby, please don’t fall. I will die. Like. Literally. I will throw myself off this tree if you fall first.”

you tilted your head at him, smile going soft. “You’d jump out of a tree for me?”

“baby,” he whispered like it hurt, “I climbed a tree for you. In jeans.”

you blinked. “Oh no. Denim.”

“It’s humid,” he said mournfully. “They’re sticking to me in places I didn’t know jeans could stick.”

you snorted, and JJ looked utterly destroyed by the sound. “Okay, okay. We’ll stay for five more minutes.”

“Three,” JJ bargained.

you leaned into him a little, shoulder against his. “You’re such a baby.”

“I just—” He sighed dramatically, leaning his forehead against her temple. “You’re like a tree typa person, and I’m a guy who thinks trees are better when they’re furniture.”

He felt your laugh more than he heard it.

you pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, gentle and teasing. “You really hate it?”

“I hate being this far from the ground,” he said. “But I’d sit on the moon if you asked me to.”

“I’d sit on the moon with you,” you whispered, and JJ nearly fell out of the tree anyway.

[jemanizer]

— ALL DIRT BIKE, NO DREAMS

fawn!reader x jj maybank

summary: jj was the lost boy of town, betrayed and abandoned too many times to even think of trusting anyone new.

cw .ᐟ fluff, religious themes, mentions of blood, abandonment

his hands stained with oil, shirts dirty and hair messy. the town could hear him coming before they knew it was him. the dirt bike spoke before he did.

you prayed for him every night, always kept him in your conversations with god. the poor, lonely boy on the edge of town. living in the abandoned trailer, with not a soul to keep him company. your father had tried to help him, but jj was too far gone.

been left behind too many times, treated like dirt. unable to trust the hand trying to feed him, watched it snatched back too many times before to ever accept again.

he came to church sometimes, more for the free coffee and bread. never spoke to anyone there, always alone on the final pew. you always watched him, and never paid any mind when he took a few bills from the collection. he needed it more than the new roof did.

sometimes you'd put your own allowance into the pot, just to feel as though you were helping him without his knowledge.

you often walked past his trailer, watched him work on his bike as you did. he never warned you away, but it felt like trespassing. felt like walking on forbidden land, being anywhere near the maybank trailer.

jj was forbidden fruit. you so desperately wanted to speak to him, offer him kindness. you wonder the last time he'd felt it— kindness. the last time he smiled, or laughed even.

he looked like the shell of a boy. waiting for the dust to come and carry him away.

you weren't subtle, or as you thought. walking past his trailer for the third time today, twiddling your thumbs as your long skirt blew in the wind.

his movements paused, wiping away the sweat from his brow, replacing it with oil from the back of his hand. his eyes met yours, as you bit back a smile.

it was so uncommon. for him to be met with a smile, not the usual disapproval or judgement he was so used to.

"what ya lookin' at me like that for?" he asks, voice gruff. the boy stays sitting upon his bike, hands on the handlebars— ready for a getaway. "got oil on your forehead." you murmur softly, voice almost too quiet for him to hear. too soft to be heard by his ears.

the gentleness almost distracts him from actually listening. but he does, quickly lifting the bandana from his back pocket to remove the stain.

it's strange. normally he'd be scowling, mumbling profanities, especially at that little giggle you're directing at him. but he finds himself smiling, unable to help the act.

"yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he chuckles, leaning back, his hands on his thighs. no longer in fight or flight mode. he can't remember the last time someone came this close and he didn't want to run. "y'the pastor's daughter, right?"

nodding your head softly, tentatively walking over to him. "mhm." you murmur, pausing closer to him than anyone had been in months.

"gonna tell ya daddy that you were laughin' at me," jj taunts, eliciting another giggle from your lips. "not very neighborly of ya."

you know he must be joking, but this much conversation from the blonde was rare. your lip is between your teeth, as you try desperately not to let the blood distract you from biting too hard.

"oh, i- um, i didn't mean—"

"now we're even." he smirks, as the swipe of oil exchanges from his fingers to the curve of your neck. your eyes are wide, and you're sure your cheeks must be pink.

jj chuckles at the sight of you, shaking his head as his hands return to the bike. the dust remains where he leaves, stood alone before his trailer. black swipe of oil on your skin.

you daren't move it. daren't wipe it away, because somehow that would be wiping away the interaction. it stayed there as proof on your walk home, that jj maybank wasn't as tough as he seemed.

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[jemanizer]

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jj maybank x older!milf!reader (smut/sub!jj) (200 follower celebration)

jj falls for one of the older women in figure eight. the problem? she's married with kids (reader is like late 30's and last name is sinclair)

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note: this fic is part of my 200 follower celebration! if you want to take part in it, just check out this post (only going through June 30th). and of course, thank you to my wife @abigailovesz for the request. as always, criticism, feedback, asks, requests, and anything else are always welcome <33

Life in Figure Eight was nothing short of amazing. Big houses, private yards, and quiet neighborhoods. It was a dream come true, something you still weren't used to even after living on this side of the island for nearly 15 years. The best part was seeing your kids grow up the way they were, without having to worry about clothes or food or electricity. They could just be kids, they didn't have to grow up fast the same way you had. It was everything you had ever wanted.

Well, almost everything. The one thing you were missing was a man that actually cared about you. It's not that your husband was a terrible guy or anything. It was just that, after the first couple years of marriage, he seemed to have practically forgotten about you. His job kept him busy, you knew that, but even when he was home, he barely acknowledged your presence. He left to go on business trips fairly often, sometimes leaving you home alone with your two kids for a couple weeks.

It got lonely, honestly. You didn't have a job, so you spent a lot of time at home. That was fine for awhile, but now both of your kids were in elementary school, so there wasn't much to keep you busy. The housekeepers would entertain your conversations sometimes, but they seemed more interested in cleaning than actually talking with you. To be fair, they probably assumed you were like all the other rich people they cleaned for, so you couldn't really blame them. The other wives in the neighborhood were nice enough, but they all seemed so fake, so you tried to avoid spending too much time with them.

It wasn't until your husband had hired JJ Maybank to take care of the yard and pool that you actually got attention. It was small at first, but JJ would actually reply to you when you were talking to him about something. Most often, it was when you were out sunbathing by the pool while he was cleaning it. You would talk, and he would listen. Then he eventually would have whole conversations with you. It got to a point where you would invite him inside for a drink after he'd finished his work. You would make him a cup of fresh lemonade and sit at the kitchen island with him and just converse with him. He flirted with you, too. Sometimes in simple ways, complimenting your bathing suit or hair or nails. Sometimes less simple, saying that you were the prettiest woman he'd seen, or that you were his favorite person to work for in Figure Eight.

One day, after he had finished taking care of the lawn, you had invited him in for a drink, maybe a snack. He was covered in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, white shirt practically see-through and clinging to his abs. You had been out by the pool when he was working, soaking up the sun in a bikini. It started off normal. You sat next to him at the kitchen island and sipped on chardonnay while he practically guzzled down the cup of lemonade you had made him. He asked some off-handed question about your kids, despite the fact that he'd only seen the boys a handful of times, and it made you smile.

"Have I ever told you that you have an incredible smile? Because you do. It's like a work of art." JJ said in that tone he always used when he was flirting, soft and genuine and a little hesitant, as if he was nervous that he was pushing too far.

"Is flattery something you just naturally have a talent for?" You responded with a soft laugh, but JJ noticed the flush to your cheeks, the way your smile grew.

"You think this is flattery? Mrs. Sinclair, I'm just being honest. Your smile is only one of many beautiful things about you." JJ said it so easily, so confidently, as if sweet-talking you was as natural as breathing. Lord knows your husband never spoke to you like that. You laughed again, soft, a tiny bit shy, and looked down at your wine glass.

This was wrong. You knew that. You were married. You were older than JJ. You had kids. Still, you couldn't ignore the way JJ made you feel. The way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you, it all made you feel wanted in a way that you hadn't felt in years. You'd hoped on more than one occasion that JJ would actually touch you, kiss you, do something. A thought flickered through your head, filthy, wrong, and much-too-enticing.

"You know, there's a shower out in the pool house." You found the words falling from your lips before you could stop them. JJ looked at you, eyes wide, eyebrows raised.

"Sorry?"

"A shower. In the pool house. I just figured you would want to rinse off or something after working so much today. I can show you, if you want." You explained with a shrug, taking another sip of Chardonnay.

Not long after that, you found yourself in the pool house shower, pressed against a wall, with JJ's lips against yours. He kissed you like he needed you to breathe, like you were the only thing keeping him alive. Your hands were tangled in his mess of blonde hair, tugging on the strands every time he nipped at your bottom lip. His hands practically pawed at your waist and hips, pulling you as close as he could while still keeping you pressed against the tiled wall. You could feel him getting hard, could feel the length of him pressing insistently against your stomach.

"JJ-" You gasped out his name like it was a prayer as his lips traveled down to your neck. He groaned quietly, hips pushing against you, hands gripping your waist like he thought you would slip away if he let go. Your hands drifted down, gliding over his shoulders, before settling on his chest and giving him a gentle push.

Reluctantly, JJ pulled back, lips swollen, hair wet and clinging to his forehead, the water behind him cascading down his shoulders. You didn't say anything. You just pulled your hands off of him and pulled the strings of your bikini top until the fabric fell away. A whimper left JJ, a little pathetic, but it just made the heat between your thighs burn hotter. Your bikini bottoms fell next, and then you were pulling JJ back in, lips meeting his in a bruising, messy kiss. His hands were everywhere, palming your tits, gripping your waist, tugging at your hips.

"Fuck- need you so bad." JJ grunted into he kiss, hands leaving your body to push his shorts and boxers down before making their way back to your waist. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down to your collarbone, then down further until he was mouthing at your tits.

"Please. Please let me have you, mama." He begged in between open-mouthed kisses to your breasts, voice all breathless and needy. You let out a soft giggle that turned into a moan as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Shit. Go ahead, JJ. 'm yours." You breathed out, hands tugging at his hair to pull him back up into a kiss. His hands found your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin, and he lifted you like it was nothing. Your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles hooking together at the small of his back.

His tongue explored your mouth as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit, before he pushed down and started to ease into you. He whimpered against your lips as your gummy walls enveloped his tip, head falling to press into your neck. By the time he bottomed out, he was panting into the crook of your neck and gripping your hips with a bruising strength. He stayed still, afraid that moving would break this moment, would make him wake up and realize this had all been a dream.

"Fuck, you're big." You murmured, letting your head rest against the wall behind you. The water was still running behind JJ, dripping down his back and soaking your legs where they were wrapped around him. You rolled your hips slowly, hands gripping his tan shoulders as the movement pushed him deeper.

"Sh-shit, don't... Y' can't do that, mama, I'll-" JJ moaned the words out, cutting them short when he felt your walls clench around him. His hips twitched involuntarily, pulling another whimper from his lips. You felt unreal to him. Perfect. Better than any girl he'd ever been with. He had to remind himself to breathe so he didn't blow his load right then and there.

After a few seconds, JJ found the courage to move, hips pulling back until just the tip was still inside, before slowly pushing back in with a groan. The movement knocked the air out of your lungs and made your head spin. He kept the pace slow at first, almost reverent, like he was trying to savor and memorize the way this felt. The way you felt. Gradually, though, his thrusts grew faster, harder, until he was practically fucking you into the wall.

"Goddamn, I've wanted to do this for so long. Ever since- shit- ever since the first time I came to take care of the pool." JJ got out between grunts and moans, his words making you clench hard around him.

"'ve wanted you, too, JJ. So much. Oh my god." Your words came out breathless, your chest heaving as the tip of his dick continuously pounded against your cervix. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt this good. That knot in your tummy was growing fast. Your vibrator had never felt quite like this, and it had been ages since your husband had touched you. Not that your husband had ever touched you as perfectly as JJ did. God, JJ was so vocal, too, grunting or moaning or whimpering with every thrust of his hips.

"'m so close, mama. Please. Please let me cum." His whimpered words had you tumbling over the edge, gummy walls spasming around his thick length, back arching off of the tile wall behind you.

"Go ahead, baby. Fill me up, c'mon." You moaned out, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you came. That was all it took for JJ. A few thrusts later and his movements were stilling as he spilled his load inside you, cock throbbing and hips twitching slightly.

You two stayed like that for a long moment, your body pressed against the tile wall behind you, legs loosely draped around his hips, his head buried in the crook of your neck, and his cock still nestled deep inside you. It wasn't until the water started going cold as it hit JJ's back that he moved, pulling out of you with a whimper and carefully setting you back on your feet. He kissed you again, soft and sweet, big hands moving up to cup your face gently. He was smiling when he broke the kiss, forehead resting against yours.

"I think your lawn might need to be mowed every day from now on. Just to make sure it looks good, y'know?"

tags: @bbyg4rl @imsojules @highformaybank @missmmaybank @illumoria

[jemanizer]

bsf!jj fingers you under the blanket during pogue movie night…

it was pogue movie night at the chateau, one of the only chances all of you had gotten to chill out in a hot minute with all the crazy shit from last week, running from the cops and chasing ancient golden treasures, so you were grateful for the wind down time.

john b and sarah were cuddled up on the big armchair, the one that used to belong to big john, with a throw blanket over them, slipping in and out of comfortable sleep in each others arms. the circumstances were similar for pope and kiara too, spooning on the other side of the pullout.

which left you and jj, his arm strewn over the back of the couch where you sat, legs stretched out in front of him and feet on the coffee table, you pressed to his side with a blanket draped over your legs, his ringed hand placed on your thigh, occasionally squeezing softly as he hand fed you pieces of burnt popcorn and those powdered candies he couldn’t stand, but he knew you loved oh so much.

the glow of the box tv flickered around the room, and you’d jump ever so subtly against him whenever something would happen, and you’d have to fight off the urge to grind yourself back against him every time his arm would slip down to pull you closer to him by your waist, fingers lingering a little too long, air heavy with something you weren’t eager to acknowledge with all your friends sitting less than five feet away.

it seemed jj wasn’t too bothered about your compromised position as much though - he made that quite obvious when his fingers hooked under the thin material of your sleep shorts to rub his fingers through your slick folds, rings cold against your burning flesh.

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to muffle your whimpers when the his thick fingertips ghosted over your throbbing clit, desperate for the stimulation he was denying you, getting his digits nice and wet, not even a ghost of a smirk on his lips to allude to the dirty things he was doing to you beneath the blanket, leaving the half asleep pogues oblivious.

when his first finger sinks inside of your fluttering enterance you can’t help but suck in a breath of shock, eyes fluttering whilst jj doesnt even react. not even when your hand grips his wrist under the blanket, but not strong enough to convey that you actually want him to stop, he knows deep down that you’re enjoying this just as much as him.

the only indicator he even knows what he’s doing to you is his voice, a low murmur overpowered by the movie droning in the background, for your ears only. “if y’ can keep quiet whilst i make you cream in these pretty shorts i’ll make it happen ‘many times as you want when they’re all sleepin’.”

the peck he places to your temple would seem innocent to the pogues if they were look over at the two of you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth, the sounds of your slick concealed under the blanket as he starts punting his thick fingers in and out. “know you can do it, momma. gonna make me so fuckin’ proud.”

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LOVER BOY!JJ WITH A BABY

requested by: me! (lmao)

i just wanna see how i would interpret lover boy!jj with a baby! sorry😭

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of john b and sarah's baby, jj being cutesy

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jj had finally acknowledged that john b and sarah’s kid was a real person about two months after she was born. even then, he wasn’t exactly sure how to exist in an environment he used to thrive in. back then, there was always a beer in hand or a blunt getting passed around—but now? after john b laid down the rule that none of that could happen within ten feet of their daughter, jj felt completely out of place.

jj was currently sitting with his legs stretched out on the pull-out couch, eyebrows furrowing when he glances at sarah, who was currently nursing baby josephine joy, a lightweight blacket draped over the baby and her shoulder as she watched whatever the rest of the pogues were debating about.

you tugged gently at his chin, "stop making that face at your goddaughter, j," you whispered, giving him a soft smile when he turned him head to glance at you. he narrowed his eyes at sarah one more time, eyes then trailing down to the tiny fist peeking out from under the blanket. "its hard not to," he muttered, leaning his head back on the back rest of the couch. he huffed out a small breath, lifting his head back up, "im not in my zone with... her like, right there."

giggling, you let your fingers trail down his arm, all the way to his hand until you two interlaced your fingers. "shes named after you, j. at least try to bond," you tilted your head up at him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, "for me?" he sighed, like hed just been given the hardest task of his life. he turned to press a kiss to the top of your head, "fine, fine. for you, baby."

around ten minutes passed of john b and jj debating something that one would argue did not need to be debated and cleo laughing alongside them, eventually migrating to the backyard when sarah, who was now burping baby jj, shooed them away with a quiet glare only a new mom could gain. you smiled, watching jj soften slightly when a small burp echoed from the baby girls mouth.

you two watched sarah adjust baby jj in her arms so she could stand properly and make her way over to where you and jj were sitting. sarah took a seat on the armrest, "okay, hold your arms out," she directed, stifling a laugh when jj quite literally stuck his arms straight out.

she gently bounced the baby in her arms when she squirmed, rolling her eyes fondly and fixing her words, "okay—no. like youre holding a football, jj." he nodded, a small 'ah' leaving his lips as he adjusted his arms. he stiffened slightly when he felt the babys weight on his arms, not moving a muscle as sarah adjusted baby josies head into the crook of his arm. he leaned further into the couch, shoulders losing a bit of their previous tension.

sarah sat up straight again, rolling out her shoulders with a heavy sigh. "im gonna go... just fuckin' shower or something. you got her?" her question was directed more towards you but jj nodded absentmindedly, his attention fully drawn to the baby in his arms. you looked up at sarah with a small smirk playing on your lips, "we got her, sar." she nodded, dropping the burping cloth onto jjs lap and heading upstairs.

you turned back to jj, only to find him in his own world. he was staring down at baby josie, swaying her in his arms ever so slightly so she wouldnt squirm. you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "shes cute." you could hear the smile in his voice as he said that. "yeah, she is," you turned you head to catch how he looked at her. like she was a new addition into his world and somehow becoming one of the most important parts of it already.

it stayed like that for a couple of minutes, until josie started squirming, face scrunching and reddening slightly like she was about to cry. jj sat up straighter, eyes already staring a hole through the ceiling like he could summon sarah downstairs. "um," he muttered, wincing when a small cry echoed around the living room. "like what—um, what?" he turned to you, eyes already slightly frantic.

"hey, calm down," you smiled warmly, reaching a hand out to run down his back. "just, lift her so her head can rest on your shoulder. maybe she needs some more burping." he nodded along, doing what you said as you placed the burping cloth next to josies mouth. "see, youre a natural, baby," you teased as he began patting her back, ocassionally stopping to rub soothing circles on her back, then resuming his previous motions.

he sat back into the couch after a while, still patting josies back, willing her to burp. and when she finally did, she let out a physical sigh of relief, shifting the baby back to how he was holding her before. "okay, football... got it," he muttered to himself, fixing josies head into the crook of his arm while making sure her diapered butt was in the adjacent hand. he barely hummed when you told him youd be back, glancing up just in time to see you disapper up the stairs.

"hey, this baby things kinda easy, huh?" he whispered down at his goddaughter, dipping his head down to press a gentle kiss to the babys forehead. "well, guess for you it is. you dont do shit all day," he mumbled, "must be nice." he sighed, leaning back further into the couch, smiling when he caught the faint smile playing on her lips. "youre a cute kid. y'dont cry, love that for you." he trailed off, eyes darting around the room for a conversation starter.

he froze when she whimpered in his arms. he groaned lowly, "cmon kid, dont do that. we were just getting along," he mumbled when she continued, standing slowly and making sure she was secure in his arms as he made his way to the backyard where john b, pope, and cleo were. "jb? the hell do i do?" john bs head snapped up and he stood, slowly taking josie from jjs arms and holding her in his.

the two headed inside, john b shifting josie to one arm while moving to rummage around the kitchen to prepare a bottle. jj leaned against the counter, eyebrow raised at how easily john b handled the situation considering before josie, he was one of the biggest wildcards of the group. after preparing a bottle, he handed josie back to jj and making sure she was settled before testing the bottle on his wrist and handing it to him.

john b watched as jj slowly eased the bottle into baby jjs mouth, catching the small smile that appeared on his lips when she finally latched, tiny hands coming up to grip the bottle. "you like this kid, dont you?" jj looked up at john b, smile falling from his face, eyes darting away from him. he scoffed, " 'course not, just takin' care of the kid." john b nodded, a small "right, right," leaving his lips like he didnt believe him, because he didnt.

"just admit it, j!" john b called as he made his way back to the backyard. jj rolled his eyes, walking back over to the living room couch, sitting down slowly and letting his eyes drift back down to the baby in his arms. "i like you kid, you catch my drift. youre cool, i mean you got me as an uncle, bound to happen." he mumbled, easing the bottle back into her mouth when it fell out of her lips. he threw his head back on the couch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

he sat back up, ducking his head down again to press a kiss to her temple, smiling when she shifted closer into him. "you and me, kid? were gonna be really good friends. i can see it. i got superpowers 'n shit y'know? im actually superjj. like superman, but better. dont tell anyone, though." his head darted up at the sudden movement in his peripheral, catching you standing at the bottom of the stairs with a smile playing on your face. his smile dropped.

"hey, get this kid away from me, my arms hurt."

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reaching the angsty part of the fic that I chose for the angst

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˚ ۪ ❤︎ ⊹. ݁ BLUECOLLAR!JJ’S FAVOURITE POSITIONS . . .

to preface: mdni/nsfw 18+, these external links are not porn, but they do depict graphic-ish sex positions. open at your own risk!

blurbs n’ other thoughts for this pairing found here!

❤︎ #328 ‘deck chair’ -

aka. mating press!! an oldie but a goodie, it provides everything the both of you need, the closeness and the quiet intimacy, it’s versatile which is what makes it the position. your soft lips right infront of his, to kiss, to murmur against, to bite, depending on how rough he’s being. soft neck to mark up and nibble at, pretty milky titties to watch bounce and suckle at, can soothe them with gentle rolls of his tongue if you’re achey. legs thrown over his shoulders to give him the deepest penetration - hips elevated and thighs wide, makes it easy for him to pound you hard and fast through the mattress or have his cock dragging through your fluttering walls at a torturously slow pace, tip nudging at your cervix so he can watch you keen, pretty feet right there too so he can nibble and kiss at your pretty toes or watch the little engraved anklet swing with every punt of his hips, always worshipping every inch of his girl, no matter what. definitely the position you’ve gotten pregnant in most times if not all.

❤︎ #435 ‘sweet pussy’ -

continuing on with jj’s obsession with your pretty cunt, this position will make your mind melt, have you putty in his hands immediately. of course he wants you to sit on his face, no surprise there, after a long day of work he’ll be sitting on his armchair, sipping a beer, watching the game, can’t stop eyeing you snuggled up next to him in your reading glasses, bare faced and pretty doing your own thing on your phone, or knitting.. so he’ll beckon you up, slurp and groan against your pussy, but still continue to curse and disagree with whatever the ref says, words muffled and wet against your slick flesh - not realising the effect he’s having on you with his ringed hands locked around your thighs, or maybe he does. he just wants to hear you whine all pretty for his attention

❤︎ #187 ‘ice cream’ -

you find yourselves in this position a little less often, but when you do it’s heavenly. maybe you’re sore, tits heavy with milk, nipples raw and stinging from feeding your babies who’s seemed to just grow more and more teeth each day, or maybe you’re a little anxious, need that closeness and quiet reassurance, he’d thrust up into you from below, gentle and attentive, murmuring honey coated praises and love soaked words against your soft neck, checking in every chance he got - arm you with your little bullet vibe to give yourself even more pleasure, let yourself forget about whatever you don’t want to remember and just be in this moment, let him make you feel good.

❤︎ #413 ‘full nelson’ -

this isn’t usually an immediate go to, it’s sort of just the build up that usually gets you into this predicament. it usually starts with your thighs spread against the sheets, layed back against his broad chest whilst he teases you with your little bullet vibe or just his thick fingers, gliding through your soaking folds and getting you all drippy and whining for him until he just can’t take it anymore and he’s gripping under your pretty thighs and pushing into you from beneath, thrusting hard and fast, or deep and slow, whichever he’s feeling that night. he also loves it because he’s real close to that pretty neck - can mark you up with little to no strain, and of course the fact he’s got you all pretty in his strong arms, taking your weight like it’s nothing inevitably inflates his ego. he loves feeling big and strong, especially if it’s benefiting his girl in the process.

❤︎ #251 ‘soft landing’ -

this one’s the absolute best for when you’re heavily pregnant, bouncing on your yoga ball at night when you’re cramping, just waiting for baby to come… what better way to soften your cervix than jj’s magic dick? it’s perfect because it’s controlled and steady, just what you need when you’re sore. you can alternate between just slow grinding, his thick tip dragging across your spongy g-spot, massaging your gummy walls perfectly, or bouncing on him all needy and full with his baby, thick ass ‘plap, plap, plap’ ing back against his thighs as you take what you need from him.

❤︎ #431 ‘car mechanic’ -

and of course we can’t forget the most fitting position, for the biggest munch and the hottest mechanic in the outer banks. majority of the time you end up in this position it’s spontaneous, spurred by jj’s greed for your taste on his tongue. you’ll be getting ready for a play date for the kids, ready to leave in ten minutes to meet sarah for a little picnic, wearing a pretty summer dress and that ‘j’ necklace hanging between your milky titties. and jj’s just a man - it’s almost funny how easy it is to have him salivating for you, like stealing candy from a baby when he’s sliding your skirt up, kissing up your soft, pillowy thighs with soft murmurs of ‘i’ll be quick, mama. so quick, won’t even know m’ here…’ both of you know how untrue that is, but equally you both know you would never say no to such an offer.

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can u plss do 69’ing w jj?💕

── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! ꣑୧ jj maybank x reader mdniᝰ.ᐟ sixty nine position, face sitting... . ༉‧₊˚. word count;⁸⁰⁰ a/n— ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ first nonnie everr!! hope u like it lovie <33

“c'mon mama it's not like it'll fucking kill me—”

jj bubbles out in a little laugh watching your cunt hover over his face while he lay back practically buzzing with excitement in your bed, both of you naked and needy. you held yourself up with your little hands pressed against his tense stomach as you pouted and whined nervously. you never thought you'd get this shy when he suggested the position.

“but jj—”

he interrupts you with a little huff of cool air to your already slick folds, making you yelp out softly, nails digging into his tanned summer skin.

“not funny—”, you furrow your brows, attempting to scold him as he laughs louder, rubbing his hands over the fat of your ass as if to sooth you as he sneakily rolls his eyes.

“for fucks sake ma just sit on my fucking face, you're driving me insane baby.”

you huff shyly, glancing back at the smug twitch of his lips, he doesn't even look at your face too distracted by the glistening slick of your cunt spread out before him.

“okay, okay, but if it's too much—”

he hears the okay, and you don't even get to finish before he's tugging your hips down over his face to lick broad stripes over your soaked folds. slurping and sucking lewdly, making you whine and tighten your grip on his sides in the awkward position, already arching over him.

“shit— jj, slow down—”

little moans escape your plush lips, the only sound in the quiet bedroom as your cries fell on deaf ears. jj was too busy indulging in your sweet taste. you let your hips drag over the warm muscle of his tongue that dipped into your clenching, soaked hole. jj inhaled at your scent deeply as if he were a starved man and you were his last meal. he spread your ass apart with big hands, letting his tongue flick desperately over your clit.

you chew your lip, focusing on the feeling of him eating you out from behind in his haze of need. letting your hands drag over his stomach and the little blonde hairs that trailed to the base of his hard cock that practically throbbed as precum leaked from his needy tip.

“oh, fuck me— c'mon, you know what to do mama—”, he mumbles against you, nose brushing over your twitching clit.

you couldn't help it, with pleasure coursing through your veins like hot velvet you reached out, squeezing the base.

jj moaned into your cunt not slowing his pace of delving the hot muscle of his tongue into your tight hole. his hips bucked up and you could feel drool pooling in your little mouth, making you lean down and suddenly suckle at his cock head, lapping up the dripping pre cum.

you gasp against his long, veiny cock taking more and more of his length as you humped his face needily, you're both panting and tip toeing closer to release as he mutters praise into your sopping pussy, lost between his quiet moans and the lewd slurps.

you're drooling over his cock now, two hands pumping at the length you can't stuff in your mouth or roaming over the hot skin of his thighs and stomach. your tongue traced the faint lines of his veins, and you could feel him at the back of your throat. both of you seemed to lose sense of reality, your movements becoming greedy and frantic.

there's a sudden groan from between your thighs against your overworked, puffy clit, as the tight coil in jjs stomach snaps. he cums in your mouth as you slurped at the thick creamy mouthful of it with a gluttonous desire making him grope at the flesh of your ass harder. you moan around him, feeling close yourself, sending a shock down his now limp length, it was hot and fast and all too overwhelming.

your mouth releases his flushed tip with a messy, spit filled pop as you grind your hips over his desperate mouth, another obscene and shameless slurp of your cunt and you gush over him.

you pant, cheek flush against his limp, used cock as the wet slurping of jjs tongue died down and you managed to slump away to his side, feeling hot and sweaty. he rubbed over your skin and whatever he could reach in the haze of the moment.

“holy fuck jj—”, you mumble softly rubbing over your face as you sat upright with shaky limbs, leaning against him to look down at the pleasure that plastered his face. his chin up to his nose was glistening with your slick and his saliva and he caught his breath, his lips twitching up into their usual smirk as he came down from his high, flushed and lazy in the warm room, the scent of sex and sweat lay heavy between you.

“I think I just saw heaven ma—”

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LOVER BOY!JJ'S MUSIC TASTE

requested by: @bbyg4rl

dude steve lacy gives me so much loverboy!jj vibes i cant even explain it like esp this song: C U Girl - Steve Lacy

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: none

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

lover boy!jj masterlist | main masterlist

jj defenitely enjoys alternative/experimental r&b music like steve lacys or frank ocean. one of the main things he enjoys in their music is the lyrics and how well they match the beat. he likes that the music makes him feel things and takes him through an entire story in one simple song.

similar to frank ocean and steve lacy, jj enjoys listening to artists like:

d'angelo, prince, and radiohead from the 90's.

andre 3000, n.e.r.d, and even keyshia cole from the 2000's.

daniel caesar, brent faiyaz, tame impala, sza, and childish gambino from newer gen.

i genuinely dont know how to categorize all of these artists into a single genre or anything but this is the music i feel lover boy!jj would listen to. however, there would be some occasions where he listens to something more street-rooted/hip-hop music.

for a genre like this, i feel like jj would listen to more classic/early stages of it, focusing more on the 90's like:

tupac shakur, the notorious b.i.g, dmx, snoop dogg, and late 90's eminem.

as for C U Girl, or any song similar to it, is already on his playlist, ready to play anywhere, anytime he gets even the smallest chance.

- if hes at school, its always either at the beginning or end of the day, math or english—no in between. he has his wired headphones in, volume on full blast, fully pretending to pay attention to the teacher droning on at the front of the class.

"jackson, headphones off. you know this," the teacher would call loudly, almost on purpose to try and embarras him. jj would just roll his eyes, flicking one headphone off and turning his attention to his open notebook, picking up his pencil and doodling on the margins till the end of class.

- if the two of you are at the chateau, the vinyl version is playing on the record player you got him for his birthday—one he swore he didnt need and begged you to return, only relenting when he realized you werent backing down. you could be doing anything—lying in bed, rummaging through his junk drawer, just passing time—when he suddenly pulls you up and wraps his arms around you, slow dancing like some romcom he claims to hate, all while you do your best not to laugh.

sometimes, he plays it while youre making out, claiming it "sets the mood." youre on his lap, knees on either side of his waist. jjs smiling into the kiss, one hand cupping your cheek while the other is settled on the swell of your ass, pulling you impossibly closer. he pulls away, irises blown out as the two of you make eye contact. he smiles, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses to your neck, his breath making you shiver anytime he stops longer than usual. "i wanna see you, girl. i wanna please you, girl," he mumbled against your neck, eliciting a breathy laugh from you as he moved back up to capture your lips again.

- even at the boneyard, he'll have an arm wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you two swayed to the song youre so sure he bribed someone to play. you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead. "i love you," you mumbled and he smiled, more than hed ever admit to anyone else. he wrapped his other arm around your waist, craning his neck down to press a kiss to your cheek, smile softening when you leaned your head on his shoulder, still swaying a bit.

a/n: i kinda got carried away in just the music portion... but its fine!

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Messy braids and conversations

Summary: While debating stupid 'would you rather' questions, JJ decides he's going to try to braid your hair

Warnings: Light swearing, JJ being good at random things, nothing much

“Would you rather only ever be allowed to be in public or always have to pee while in a handstand?” John B threw out the question with a small, pleased smile as he sat on the couch next to Sarah. Everyone was chilling in the living room, having gotten bored of the movie that had been on. You looked over at him from your spot in front of the couch, between JJ’s legs and gave him a weird look.

“I mean… I guess always pee in public. It’s relatively easy for guys to hide that.” Pope spoke up with a shrug, sitting on the floor next to Cleo as he gave a logic based answer like always.

“You guys already pee in bushes all the time, so it’s not that different.” Kie shrugged as she sat on the arm of the couch.

“I’m going pee in public too. Ain’t no way I’m doing that in a handstand… just no.” You shook your head as you imagined what it would be like to have to pee in a handstand… no way in hell.

JJ spoke up with a small shrug as his fingers started running through your hair. “Pee in public.”

“Me too.”

“Yep.” “That’s the only right answer.”

“There is no ‘right answer’.”

Everyone all agreed on the fact that peeing in public would be significantly easier and less gross than peeing in a handstand. JJ was the next one to speak up as he started braiding your hair… or at least trying to.

“Okay, I got one. Would you rather have nipples for eyes or eyes for nipples?”

Cleo was the first one to speak. “Wait, so would you technically have four of each?”

“I guess.” “Oh, then eyes for nipples all the way.” You spoke with a resounding amount of confidence.

“But that’s so bizarre… could you like, see out of them?” Sarah looked over at you, an amused smile on her face.

“I don’t know, but you could have them removed or something and then made to look somewhat normal. If you have nipples for eyes, there’s no like… eye replacement surgery.” You huffed out a small laugh as you spoke, feeling JJ’s fingers in your hair. They were further down your head now, seemingly farther along in the braid.

All of the pogues shrugged, seeing the logic behind her argument.

“Fair point.”

“Would you rather have no hair anywhere on your body or be fully covered in it?” Pope spoke up as he took a sip from a beer.

You looked over at him as he spoke, to which JJ grabbed the top of your head and turned it back forward so you didn’t mess up his braid. You chuckled at his action as you answered Pope’s question. “Bald.”

Kie shook her head and looked at you like you were crazy. “You’d always look like an egg.”

“But no need for constant shaving of everything.” Sarah commented with a small shrug, and you lifted your hand up behind you, keeping your head straight as she hi-fived it.

"Bare bikini line all the way." You smiled as you spoke.

JJ spoke up, his eyes still focused on the strands of your hair he was weaving together. “I’d go bald too. Less water resistance for swimming and surfing.”

John B nodded. “That’s actually a decent point.”

"That makes an odd amount of sense."

JJ offered up another one with a small smile on his face. “Would you rather always be able to hear everyone else in this house going at it, or never be allowed to make any noises when you do.”

Everyone made confused and slightly grossed out faces, including you, but when you tried to look back at JJ, he flicked the back of your neck to tell you to stay still.

Cleo was the first one to speak up. “I feel like I could deal with the silence… you could just play music.”

John B nodded. “I’d rather that than having to hear whatever else goes on with y’all.”

“But then it’s like… awkward. Plus, a lot of the… pizzaz comes from making noises or talking.” You countered their arguments with a small, amused laugh, more directed at the vulgarity of your own answer.

“Pizzaz?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged with a smile. “You get what I mean.”

JJ nodded as he secured your braid with a hair tie. “I agree. I’d just by a really good pair of earplugs.”

You expected a rather graphic answer from JJ on this topic, but he was too focused on your hair to say much more than he already had.

Pope shook his head. “Hell no. I'd pick no noises. I’m not listening to that.”

As everyone else continued debating it, JJ held his phone out in front of you, showing you the braid he did in your hair with a proud little smile on his face. You took it and zoomed in on it as he rested his chin on your head. “Damn, Jayj… that’s actually really good.”

“Yeah?”

“How do you know how to do that?” You turned to look back at him and he just shrugged.

“I don’t know. It’s not that hard to figure out.” He smiled down at you and pressed a small kiss to your lips before going to debate something John B had said. You just watched him for a moment with a sweet smile on your face at the fact that he somehow had figured out how to braid your hair, and do it well too.

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what do u think jj’s fav name is to be called in bed?

mdniᝰ.ᐟ lewd language, doggy and cowgirl position, light spanking mention...

a/n ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა i was thinking about this for ages, gosh...

i don't think jj's huge on 'daddy', he probably calls himself it more than you do let's be for real. it's rare unless you're having a pretty intense fuck, which is basically never between all the stoned, giggly sex and quickies. but when you do, trust you won't be walking the next day, if hes ever pissed off and pent up he'll be bending you over as soon as he sees you, asking you who you belong too and groaning out how your made just for him roughly in doggy as his palm comes down harshly onto the reddening plush of your ass.

I feel like if you called him 'sir' or 'papi', you'd both end up in a laughing fit and falling over eachother, it's soooo unserious to him.

i think jj likes it cute n simple most the time, 'babe' or 'baby', the occasional 'handsome'. but his name, oh my god when you moan his name he goes feral, you'll be moaning or crying out into his skin 'jj' or 'jay', while grasping onto him, tugging at his hair or leaving red scratches down his back with your nails and all it does is remind him that it's just you n him, your his and he's yours even if its just for that moment, it makes his head spin a little.

bonus points if he's ever subby and you call him 'pretty boy' or 'puppy'. especially when your riding him, cooing all softly and pressing your lips to his sensitive skin whilst he's staring up at you getting all breathy and overwhelmed with his eyes fluttering back after cumming for the third time. . ༉‧₊˚.

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please more jj texts maybe one where they got into an argument and he’s spam texting her but she took like a 13 hour nap and forgot about it lol

Texting JJ Maybank

❃ slightly freaky ❃ requested text with a few others ❃

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- something jj maybank would say

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parenthood with jj

jj always wanted to be the dad he dreamed of having. when he found out you were pregnant with your first child, he swore to himself and you that he would be the best dad ever to his children— and he definitely was.

from the moment he first held his son, he was inlove. you remember the midwife laying finley on jj’s bare chest for skin to skin. jj looked down at him and stroked his cheek and you vividly remember jj tearing up, looking over at you in absolute awe.

-

when you brought him home from the hospital, jj showed finley around the house, even though he was half asleep the whole time.

“that’s mama’s and dada’s bedroom… then this is yours” he held him up carefully.

he’d also called john b and pope to come over and meet him as soon as they can. he was desperate to show his baby boy off.

-

when finley said ‘dada’ for the fist time, you guys were sat at the kitchen table. you’d just finished eating and you were talking to finley. he was babbling and jj asked him to say ‘dada’— not thinking much of it. but finley very clearly said ‘dada’.

jj’s face light up and he looked over at you with a huge smile on his face, he picked finley up out of his high chair and hugged him tightly.

“that’s my boy…” he kisses his cheek and bounces him, to which finley giggles and reaches out for jj’s face.

-

when you were pregnant with your second child, he was a lot more confident with your bump. the first time, he was scared to hurt you— but now he knows that he won’t crush the baby just from laying his head on it, he’s much more relaxed than last time.

he’d speak to the baby everyday and squish your belly, sometimes getting finley to join in. to which finley would tell the baby to “hurry up”.

“come outttt” finley would call and press a kiss to your bump just like his dada does, looking up at jj for approval. jj smiles softly at the moment and kisses finley’s head.

-

when you found out you were having another boy, jj was over the moon. another son he can be the dad he never had for. he immediately started talking about baby names.

“i like luca, do you like luca?” his eyes flicker from your bump to your face then back again.

“yeah i like luca…” you smile and he pulls you into a tight hug, kissing all over your face and then your bump.

“i can’t wait…” he grins.

-

when it came to luca being born, he was a lot more experienced and he was proud of himself for knowing what he was doing.

he knew different techniques to get them to sleep easier or even ways to convince them to eat food they don’t want.

he’s also your personal bodyguard when you’re breastfeeding in public, he’d had enough practice with finley. as soon as he realises luca is crying for milk, he’s draping a blanket over you and luca to give you privacy.

jj’s eyes scan the area you’re in, keeping an eye on finley who’s playing, while also looking out for any creeps or just judgmental people.

-

he loves playing with your sons and he thinks it’s the cutest thing when they play together.

when they’re both old enough to walk and run then he’s playing soccer and football with them. you’ll watch from the porch as they run around the garden like mad men.

sometimes when you’re not home, he’ll let them play video games with him— and then act confused the next day when you ask why the boys are pretending to shoot each other.

-

finley was 5 and luca was 3 when you decided to try for another baby.

when your test came back positive, he was just as happy as the first and second time. he even teared up a little— though he hides it by burying his face in your neck when he hugs you.

-

when you found out that you were having a girl, jj was excited of course— but he was also nervous.

he doesn’t know how to raise a girl, how on earth was he going to do this.

he told you that he was anxious about it, you reassured him that he was going to be just as amazing as he is for finley and luca and that you’d always be there.

he knew that you were there for him already but the reassurance was like a weight lifting off his shoulders.

-

when your baby girl was born, he immediately felt extra protective over her— and boy did he protect her.

if you went to the beach, avery had to sit on a towel and have sunscreen reapplied every hour and a half. he’d also make sure she had a sun hat too.

he’d let her join playing soccer with him and the boys, of course he would— he couldn’t say no to his little princess. but he would be so careful around her compared to the boys.

he knew the boys could take it, they’re tough just like him— but when it comes to avery, he was so careful with he she never even had scratch on her until she was around two.

that was a heartbreaking day for jj, finding a small scratch on her face when he went to wake her up in the morning.

he brought her through to you and showed you the scratch, which you look unfazed by.

“baby, look at her gorgeous face. it’s scratched!” he kisses right next to the small scratch.

“dada’s overreacting, isn’t he?” you coo at avery and she giggles.

meanwhile, the boys were outside rolling in mud with grazes on their knees and bruises on their elbows.

-

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hi babes! was scrolling through your blog and saw the post about dry humping bsf!jj and so i was wondering if you could pretty please write a little blurb about that? (also, subby jj pls, i really fucking love me some subby jj)

cw: smut !! bsf!jj x reader, public, dom!reader x sub!jj, dry humping, slight humiliation kink, jj cums in his pants.

Maybe it was the smell of the bonfire and the alcohol settling in your stomach, the friendly way you were sitting on his lap, or maybe even the way your panties stuck to you just by being in his presence that made you do it... It started off innocent, just little squirms so you could sit comfortably, little squirms that made his breath hitch and blood rush down.

It wasn’t so innocent anymore. It was pitiful, really. The way JJ's hands kept fluttering against your hips everytime you moved your ass against him, wanting to grab, wanting to beg—but not daring to move.

You kept laughing with the pogues like nothing was wrong, swinging your legs, sipping your drink. Meanwhile, his jeans were getting painfully tight, his whole body stiff under you, breaths short and desperate against your neck.

You felt him nudge his nose into your hair, voice breaking when he whispered, "Please, I can't—gonna cum in my fuckin' pants if you don't stop, please—" His voice cracked on the last word, a little whimper punching out of his chest before he could catch it.

His hands were shaking, clenching uselessly in the sand behind you to keep from grabbing you and humping like an animal in front of everyone. You shifted again, slower than before, devastatingly slow, and JJ let out the softest, most broken little gasp.

"Fuck—" he sobbed under his breath, forehead falling against your shoulder like he physically couldn’t hold himself up anymore.

"Please, mama, you're killin' me—" His voice was all wet and wrecked, thick with tears, frantic little pleas spilling against your skin like he couldn’t even think straight anymore. "I'll do anything, swear to god. You want me on my knees? Wanna watch me cum in my pants in front of everyone here? I will—fuck, just please go faster—"

You smiled sweetly, tilting your head like you were considering it. Then ground your hips down hard, just once, deliberate. JJ choked on a moan, a real, humiliating little noise that made Sarah throw a short glance at you suspiciously.

Another slow roll of your hips and he whimpered, his eyes shooting shut. Hands fisting into your hoodie like he could anchor himself there, but it was useless. You felt him tremble behind you, the stutter of his chest against your back. And then he choked out, like he was about to cry. "Mama, please, please—I'll cum in my fuckin' pants—I'm so close.."

You stayed perfectly still. You didn’t even look at him.

His forehead dropped against your shoulder, his body curling around yours like he was trying to hide how much he was shaking. "I'll do anything, anything you want," he begged, voice cracking, "I'll be so good for you, baby, just—fuck, just please—"

Another desperate little whine punched out of him when you shifted just a tiny bit again, a cruel little drag of your ass right over his cock. You finally feel him break behind you. His whines slurring together, desperate and panicked, like he couldn’t control his mouth anymore.

He pawed at your hoodie again, just barely catching your wrist as his hips pathetically twitched under you, cumming in his pants with a hopeless, wrecked moan.

You finally turn to look at him, he looks back at you with needy, glassy eyes, eyes that were still pleading you to touch him, even if it meant humiliating him in front of his friends again.

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𓂃 PATHETIC!JJ vs cheez its 𓂅   

fluff! (idk if i like this one guys uhh)

jj maybank had done a lot of dumb things in his life.

set off fireworks inside a cop car? sure. tattooed “p4l” on his literal ass during a bet? absolutely. tried to surf a moving jet ski? obvious yes.

but nothing compared - nothing - to what he was currently doing for you, the girl who had, somehow, without even trying, completely rearranged his internal chemistry.

he was currently trying to fish a bag of cheez Its out of a broken vending machine. at 2:34 in the morning. shirtless. drunk. covered in mosquito bites. with only one flip-flop on.

why?

because you had offhandedly mentioned once - once - during a movie night two weeks ago, “I really love Cheez Its - like the white cheddar kind. y'know?” jj had immediately locked that in his brain with the urgency of someone memorizing nuclear codes.

which is why he now had his arm stuck inside the vending machine outside the closed down gas station three blocks from the chateau. “pope's gonna kill me,” he muttered as the glass door rattled under his weight.

“What are you doing?”

he flinched so hard he smacked his head on the machine.

you were standing barefoot on the sidewalk, wrapped in one of his hoodies that hung down to your knees, blinking at him like she was in some dream.

jj grinned. “hey, baby. fancy seeing you here.”

“It’s 2:30 in the morning.”

“time is a social construct, sweetheart.”

"mhm, and you’re half-naked and stealing cheez its.”

“romantic gesture,” he said proudly, holding up a single squashed snack that had fallen into his palm. "for you.”

you stared at him.

he beamed. “white cheddar. I remember these things. I’m boyfriend material - like what they say..”

you walked closer, arms crossed, a sleepy smile pulling at your lips. "you climbed inside a vending machine for me?”

“no,” he said, offended. “I attempted to climb inside a vending machine. huge difference. and also-” he trailed off, checking his trapped arm. “okay, maybe I am stuck.”

you laughed, nose scrunched. “god, you’re such a disaster.”

“yeah, but I’m your disaster,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“And you reek of bug spray and-”

“Still cute though,” he interrupted, smiling with exactly one dimple popping out. “right? you’d still kiss me?”

"yes, fine, i would -"

suddenly, the vending machine finally gave way, releasing the entire row of cheez Itz and jj screamed in victory. “yes! bow to me, you see all that hard work i just-” he gathered the packets in his arms and offered it to you like simba in the lion king.

“for you, m’lady.”

you took a bag, still giggling. “this is the dumbest thing anyone’s ever done for me, jesus christ jj.”

he reached out and clasped his hand around your hip and gave it a little squeeze. “well i'm the first and best..”

you and him walked back to the chateau hand in hand, jj still shirtless, still with one flip flop, and carrying twelve bags of cheez Itz like they were holy offerings. because when it came to you, jj would absolutely do anything for you.