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jj swears he fell for you the first time you laughed at one of his stupid jokes instead of rolling your eyes at him like everyone else usually does.
he acts annoyed when you make him wear sunscreen but secretly loves when you rub it over his nose and cheeks because it’s one of the few kinds of soft affection he’s gotten used to.
if you’re naturally affectionate he becomes clingy without even realising it. always has an arm around your waist, hooking his finger through your belt loop, pulling you into his chest while he talks to people.
when he’s having bad nights he shows up at your window without texting first and just quietly crawls into bed beside you.
the thing he loves most is that you never make him feel like he’s “too much” to love. you just have a way with people.
you have him wrapped around your finger without even trying. one smile from you and suddenly he’s agreeing to things he swore he’d never do.
compliments from each other go something like this.
you: “well you look mighty fine as always, jj.”
jj: “not as fine as you though, sunshine. swear you walk around this island tryin’ to ruin my life.”
he’d teach you how to drive the boat while standing behind you with his hands over yours on the wheel.
jj is the type to randomly kiss you mid sentence because he “couldn’t help it”.
when he gets hurt doing something reckless he tries to act tough until you start patching him up then suddenly he’s hissing dramatically and whining for attention.
the first time you say “i love you” he goes completely quiet for a second because nobody’s ever said it to him in a way that felt real before. after that he says it all the time. whispered against your lips, mumbled half asleep and yelled across the beach.
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a/n: this was so cute!! i felt like sunshine! reader would suit jj the best so i really hope you guys like it and i can’t wait to right some fics for them! :))
DIFFERENT
synopsis :: you’re a kook, jj is a pogue. your parents find out you’re together. what could possibly go wrong? thankfully jj is there to catch the falling tears
based off this request
warnings :: none, mentions of a fight
word count :: 1.2k
pairing :: jj maybank x kook!fem!reader
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The humid Kildare air was thick with the scent of marsh water and cheap beer as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the marsh in bruised purples and golds. At the Chateau, things were as chill as they could be. John B and Sarah were tangled together in a hammock, Pope was trying to explain the mechanics of a rusted winch to Kiara, and JJ was perched on the porch railing, mindlessly flicking a lighter open and shut.
The rhythmic clink-flick of the lighter was the only thing grounding him. He’d been off all day. Shorter fuse than usual, eyes constantly darting toward the dirt path leading to the road.
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The Farmer's Daughter
Part 1
Pairing: Farmhand!JJ Maybank x Farmer's Daughter!Reader
Summary: JJ gets a job as a farmhand and becomes slightly obsessed with his boss' shy, sweet daughter the second he sees her.
Warnings: Alcohol
Word Count: 1.4k
The day your daddy hires a new farmhand, you’re out by the paddock brushing down your favorite horse, Riptide, and humming some old song under your breath.
Your dad hadn’t even started looking to hire anyone. But a few days before, his truck had broken down on the side of a back road just outside town—hood up, tools scattered, hot sun beating down. And before he could even get properly irritated about it, a blond boy had pulled over in a beat-up truck that sounded like it was on its last leg too.
JJ.
Didn’t ask for money. Didn’t make a big deal out of it. Just rolled up his sleeves, got grease all over his hands, and stayed until the engine turned over again.
Jj making you feel better on your period !
a/n - sjust period s*x!
“alright babydoll let’s roll.” your boyfriend says, ready to go to the connivance store to get all the snacks and extra pads you need. “jayj my tummy hurts real bad and my feet too! can’t you just go for me..” you say in a glum tone, already in your sweat pants and jjs sweatshirt. you were all ready to go until your cramps snuck up on you and putting you in a agitating and painful mood. “baby you know I would but you won’t tell me what you want, plus I don’t know what size pussy you have so you gotta come with me to check.” he jokes shrugging his shoulders and trying to be funny, you look at him with an unamused face. “oh c’mon mrs. grumpster, we’ll be quick all you have to do is walk and point out what you want.” he picks you up placing you on his shoulder for a moment, walking to the outside of your apartment door and placing you down, forcing you to actually walk to the car, you mumble “that’s exactly the problem! you never listen t’me my feet hurt and-“ you go in grumbling a bunch of nothings and the two of you reach to the car. driving on the way to the store jj puts his hand on your tummy, rubbing it in circles, it relives the pain a bit. he sees you sigh at the relief, “that feel good babycakes?” you nod taking his hand and putting it below your waistband, directly on top of your pelvis. “your hand is so warm jayj..feels nice.” he’s just happy to help you get rid of some of that pain, resting his hand there for the rest of the ride. arriving at the store the two of you enter and walk around, grabbing all your cravings, pain killers and pads.
jj pays for it at the counter and puts the bags in the trunk. your sat back in the passengers seat moaning and groaning at the sudden pain, your back hurts and everything is just overwhelming you! “mmm jj I can’t do it! everything hurts so’bad! ugh..!” your crutched over the seat, your tummy in your lap, jj takes his hands and rubs your back. “im sorry sweet girl..don’t worry we will be home soon.” he says disheartened at your pain, knowing he can’t really help much. you and your boyfriend get home, jj unpacks the bag and you run to lay down on your bed, shriveling and rolling around in pain. after jj is done packing the bags he comes up to to your room watching you perform the scene, upset at the fact his baby is in pain. “you know..I saw on the internet that masterbation and sex can help relive period cramps.” you stop rolling around the bed, wondering if you actually heard what he just said and look at him astonished. “what! I just saw it somewhere, s’not like I made it up.” you huff at the rash suggestion, “jayj you don’t think that’s gross? s’all bloody down there..it would be very messy.” he steps closer to the bed, shaking his head and sits next to you, “babydoll nothing about you is gross, it’s very natural and I want to help you. trust, there’s worse things I’ve eaten. like once I ate this moldy bread with-“ you interrupt him, “yeah I know how gross you are! but if your really fine with it then I guess we can try..”
“you know I am mama.” you shy away at his eagerness and nod, and he gets up to fetch you a towel to place under you. you clean yourself up a bit and lie down on the bed, sliding off your sweatpants and panties leaving only jjs sweater to cover you. a little nervous of how this will go, your boyfriend sits on the bed applying a condom. he has you in a missionary position quivering under him, he calms you down. “baby I promise you it’s alright. the only thing I want for you is to feel better. you could do that for me right?” nodding but still a little anxious he lifts your thighs up, putting them on his shoulders and lines his cock up to your reddened hole. “im going in alright princess?” you squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes in, his hand on your lower waist, pressing down you feel an intense pressure. arching your back you mewl at his prick prodding at your walls. “mmph jayj,.! feels so strange..” he thrust back and forth very slowly, “a good strange or..?” nodding at him, “s’good jayj just feels so deep!” your boyfriend loves that response providing deeper strokes to distract you from any cramps. “oh shit babycakes, you feel so fuckin warm..” you sit up on your shoulders and watch his cock go in and out, making such a mess of your pussy. you breathe hard through your nose and cringe at the pace. “jj i wanna cum..!” he looks down at you wrapping his arms around your thighs “you want me to go faster?” you nod frantically, “please!” jj pulls his hips back and thrust back in at a fast pace. your cunt squelching from mix of blood and arousal, pap-pap-pap. “hngh wait jayj s-slow down a bit!” you cry at the stimulation, “which one is it you want me to go faster or slower hm?” your unable to answer a the intensity, you feel a quiver in your stomach making you wince. “aw cupcake you feel like y’gonna cum? daddy making you feel good?” nodding, he rubs circles onto your cunt making you clench around him. “angh! feels so’good jayj..m’gonna cum!”
“c’mon baby..oh theeere it is good job.” you cream around his length, squealing and catching your breath from the orgasm. your boyfriend finishes in you and pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. “so how’s the cramps now mama?” sniffling, you tell him, “feels so much better jayj, thank you!” getting up you fling yourself on him to give him a hug. “no problem, anything to help you baby.” he smirks at you, “let’s get you cleaned up now sweet girl.” he takes you to the bathroom giving you a relaxing bath, doing all of the work for you. he drys you off, helps you into your pajamas and slides on your bonnet. giving you a painkiller with some water and tucking you into bed. “good night babydoll. tomorrow we will try some yoga, I heard that helps too.” you huff and grumble at the tiring sounding activity, “no m’sleeping tomorrow jayj!” he laughs at your lazy reaction and snuggles you closer to him.
need a JJ right now 💔
I have a small break from school So I WILL be writing alllll day every day :)
all i see are rafe fics what happened to JJ??!! :(
study for exams <<<< write about JJ
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Can I request something with jj?
So, basically, reader and him are already in a relationship and had some intimacy with each other but reader never gave him head. Anyway, one day they're kissing and making out and reader decides she wants it, and when he's starting to notice this he's like "hey, what you're doing?". And when he notices what she wants to do he's immeadiatly like "no no, baby, c'mon..." Because reader (based on me👉🏻👈🏻🥲😔) has a deal with gagging and choking problems since as a kid due having a narrow throat space, and because he knows, of course he's trying to brush the idea off her because he don't wanna cause her some serious harm. Buut she eventually convinces him with her puppy eyes and charm, and he hesitantly gives up. Idk, I would be so curious to see him all attentive and still trying to be a good boyfriend while also enjoying his moment😖don't judge me pls
First Blowjob
JJ Maybank x Reader
wc: 1,350
Warnings: SMUT 18+ oral (m receiving.)
It was late in the afternoon. The weather was cooling down and the sky was cloudy. You were excited because you were on the way to see your boyfriend. You haven't seen him all day because he was working. Now he was finally off and at the château. JJ was waiting for you to arrive.
The château was surprisingly empty when you arrived. The only sound was the creak of the wood under your feet. You wondered where everyone was at but you made your way to JJ's room in the house. You knocked on his door. He immediately got up and opened it. "Hey baby I missed you," JJ greeted pulling you into a hug.
saw reminders of him, all i can think about is Rudy 🫠
Hello beautiful people, I just wanted to let you know I haven’t forgotten about you and your requests or this account. I’ve just been going through a lot. My dog passed away, I’ve been sick, and school is absolutely kicking my ass. But i will be back sooner than you think.
✰ 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐣𝐣 (2)
— random texts with your boyfriend, jj maybank
rating: sfw — cw: suggestive — links: one • two
ꪆ ׂ ִ 𝒸at’s emergency survival kit ₊ ୨ৎ
꒰ blackcat!reader x bsf!jjmaybank ꒱
content ୭ꪆ fluff, reader is on her period, mentions of smoking, cramps, crying, allusions to blood, pogues being pogues, jj being the biggest sweetie pie ever
💌 so hey…. i’m back! and also on my period so i made this to keep from choking myself out!! haha!! (i’m sobbing truly) ps.. send in any requests or asks!!! i missed writing ♡♡
you groan and huff, brows furrowed, subtle pout on your lips as you brace a hand against your stomach, stomping your way into the chateau. headed straight for jb’s bathroom.
the pogues sit idly, strewn across the living room and kitchen, watching as you angrily make your way past them. pope frowns, ❛ hey.. uh- ❜ he gets cut off abruptly as kie sends a swift elbow to his ribs. ❛ shut. up. pope. ❜ kie mutters through the corner of her mouth.
❛ ow.. ❜ pope mumbles, rubbing his side. shooting the girl a glare as she sends one back.
a crash from the bathroom echoes through the entire chateau, followed by a string of curses and a rather loud ‘fucking fat fucking fuck’ from an irritated voice that is undeniably yours.
the pogues pause, glancing at one another. ❛ where’s jj? ❜ john b asks the group, swallowing nervously, beer clutched in his hand as he stands still in the kitchen.
the group falls silent, with no answer as to where your best friend is. john b’s eyes widen, whisper-yelling, ❛ someone text him! right freaking now! ❜
kie and pope scramble to find their phones, bumping into each other as they both jump to move. flipping over couch pillows and empty cans of your favourite soda. making somehow an even bigger mess of jb’s home.
meanwhile.. you’re in the tiny, somewhat claustrophobic, bathroom, angrily staring down at your favourite pair of panties that you saved up to buy, now absolutely ruined.
running a hand through your messy hair, you sigh, biting back the tears that threaten to spill out of your glossy eyes. reaching over to jb’s cabinet, you try to rummage through the boxes of tampons to find your pads.
scoffing, you pull out one last singular pad. ❛ you have got to be kidding me. ❜ you mutter, your frustration growing. god, you hate your period more than anything.
the pogues got a hold of jj, warning him what hell might currently be taking over his best friend. all he replied back was ‘does she have her vape?’ to which the kie shrugged and sent back a firm ‘no.’
they hear the sound of the creaky bathroom door opening, all momentarily bracing, not wanting to even breathe wrong. your feet gently pad across the old wooden floor, headed in the direction of the bedroom jj occasionally sleeps in. your movements tired, fed up.
the pogues act like statues, knowing better than to ask how you’re feeling. sitting in complete silence, they watch you disappear into the bedroom. waiting for the moment jj appears.
you yank open the top drawer of the dresser, pulling out one of your best friends baggy tee’s and a pair of tremendously oversized, yet heavenly soft and comfy, sweatpants.
you undress, leaving your denim shorts on the floor, and instead sliding on jj’s clothes. feeling just a little bit better. cigarettes, a hint of weed and sea salt mixed with the cologne you gifted jj lingers on the worn fabric of his shirt that hangs off one shoulder.
flopping facedown onto the bed, you moan in never-ending annoyance as the pain of the cramps begin to poke and prod at your stomach.
just a couple minutes later you hear a soft knock on the bedroom door. you grumble a muffled ‘come in’. door opening, followed by heavy boots thumping against the hardwood floor. your ears perking up at the noise.
❛ hey sweetgirl. got y’some stuff. y’wanna maybe lift that pretty head up and come look? ❜ the blonde boy murmurs softly, sitting down beside you. gently running his hand over your mused up hair.
❛ jj? ❜ you lift your head, eyes finding his. he smiles down at you, dimple popping out. you feel tears glossing over your vision before you can stop them. a shaky, broken breath leaving your lips as you sit up and tug your best friend into a hug.
❛ hey, kitty cat, s’okay. ❜ jj shushes you softly, one arm wrapped around your back, his free hand brushing your hair as gently as possible. ❛ s’okay, sweetgirl. i’m here. s’alright. ❜
you sniffle, tightening your hold around his neck. breathing him in. letting his words wash over you. the feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your back soothing you.
❛ c’mon, let’s go out to the hammock, yeah? get nice and comfortable, eat some food maybe? how does that sound, pretty girl? ❜ jj offers quietly, running his fingers through the messy strands of your hair.
you pull your head back, sniffling once more, nodding your head at him, ❛ sounds good, j. ❜
his eyes soften at the sight of your tear-stricken face, all flushed and doe-eyed. cupping your cheeks, jj swipes his thumbs beneath your eyes, wiping away the remnants.
❛ alright, let’s go. got your emergency survival kit all ready f’you. ❜ jj grins, grabbing your hand as you climb out of the bed. your heart swells, grateful for your best friend.
he leads you out of the bedroom, pogues nowhere to be seen, and out of the chateau. the sun is still out, but not beaming down. the temperature outside is just right, a slight breeze passing every now and then.
jj brings you down to the hammocks jb tied onto the trees in his yard summers ago. a plastic bag weighing down the blue material. you glance at the blonde with curiosity. he squeezes your hand before letting go, fingers gripping your hips firmly, lifting you up with ease and sitting you down in the hammock.
you smile at him, shaking your head. he drops down beside you, grabbing the bag and plopping it into your lap. ❛ i present t’you, cats emergency survival kit, made by yours truly, jj maybank. ❜ jj wiggles his brows at you, tugging you closer to him.
a flutter passes through your stomach, and it’s not because of your period. you lean against jj’s shoulder, letting him push the hammock gently as you open up the bag.
you’re unable to contain your smile as you look down at the array of items. only him— your bestest friend, jj maybank —could possibly know you oh so well.
you pull out your favourite cherry mint flavoured juul, and it’s not just one new packet, it’s four. you can see boxes of more pads peaking out from under a pink heatable bottle, it’s the night time ones that you prefer to wear so you never have to worry about ruining clothes. there’s m&m’s, a jumbo bag of them because jj knows that you think the bigger pack tastes better. ready-to-eat mangos from the local market that you swear tastes like heaven on earth. he even got you new pink rolling papers for when your period is over because he knows that you’ll want to spark up as soon as you can.
you turn to face him, finding him already smiling softly at you. his blonde hair falling messily over his forehead. ❛ thank you, j. you’re the best. i mean it. ❜ you tell him, pressing a sweet kiss to his sunburnt cheek.
❛ s’no problem, pretty girl. y’know i’ll always take good care of you. ❜ jj wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his chest. kissing the crown of your head.
you both get comfortable on the large hammock, your legs over thrown over his, back pressed against his chest as his arm rests loosely ‘round your neck. safe and warm and so loved.
you hum in content as you take a pull of the juul, the sweet smell of cherries wafting into the passing breeze. passing it to jj, giving him a hit. the sun setting slowly behind you. the two of you munching on m&m’s. jj’s hand occasionally rubbing circles on your lower stomach under the big material of his shirt.
thank god for jj’s creation of cats emergency survival kit. your best friend must really love you.
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Rudy Pankow at the Vimini party for the Bulgari Eternal collection in Los Angeles. (February 15th)
just thinking about jj when reader has an attitude…
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“a’ight, whatcha wanna eat? we don’t have much — say thanks to john b’s messed up eat-in-the middle-of-the-night habits — but i can hop on my bike ‘n’ run t’the store real quick if y’want me too. might also be able to get you another one of ‘em … thingy’s you like; what’re they called again?” he asks while walking towards the kitchen, a warm hand on your lower back to guide you over with him. you replace his palm with the side of a counter, watching as the blonde scowers for the remnants of his best friend’s midnight feasts.
“i don’t care, ain’t my problem,” you mumble, low enough that, if you decide to, you can go back and act like it’s nothing, like it was a breeze passing by the wind instead of a challenge you’re setting up. but you don’t, instead you only add onto the act my crossing your arms, rolling your eyes, and jutting out your bottom lip in an exaggerated pout that isn’t really directed at anything.
placing the cereal box back into the shelf he’d snatched it from, jj turns around slowly, moving around the counter to stand by where your still making a face. he tilts his head, keeping a hand locked by your hip, trying to catch your dazed off eyes. he adjusts his cap, rings glinting in the sunlight as he tries his hardest to keep his tone light and airy: “couldja repeat that one more time f’me, princess?”
“i don’t fuckin’ know; it ain’t my— ow—“ your scoffed words get cut off by the blonde’s calloused hand now gripping your jaw and chin — the cold of his rings mixing deliciously with the heat creeping up your neck — forcing you to meet his gaze. he’s somehow managed to slot his leg between yours, indirectly pinning you to the counter so you can’t even try to squirm away from the incredulous little glint in his eye.
“nuhuh, we’re not doin’ this today. you’ve been droppin’ lil’ things all day — yeah, obviously i noticed; the whole island noticed babygirl — ‘n’ i’m sick of it,” he starts, leaning a tad bit closer so you catch every muttered word that leaves his lips. his fingers flex against your flesh, the tips of his fingers pressing into soft skin as you snark, “didn’t say anything. maybe you’re just going crazy—“
“you sure y’wanna continue with that lil’ speech of yours?” he asks, digging the pads of his finger deeper int your skin. not enough to hurt — never enough to hurt — but enough for you to understand his how real he’s being right now. it’s not a continuation of the challenge you’ve set up; it’s a warning for the consequences of continuing, and although it’s silent it speaks volumes louder then words ever could.
“this colour ain’t pretty on you, baby; didn’t think that was possible ’cuz your so perfect but life sends surprises all the time,” he rambles, eyes tracing over your features as you try to keep your position. he shakes his head, stopping himself before he goes totally off topic, “anyways— keep sayin’ this shit, keep doin’ this shit t’me, ‘n’ i swear i’ll have you gaggin’ on your words. d’you hear me?”
you don’t respond to him. in fact for a couple of beats, all you do is blink up at the sun-damaged hair crammed into his cap, and the ocean-blue eyes that seem to be studying yours. he coaxes: “c’mon baby lemmie hear your beautiful voice.”
“okay …” you murmur, your stare fixed on his as he straightens himself. his hand slides off your jaw — your instinctively moving your own to trace over the minuscule half-moons he’s managed to press into them — a certain sort of warmth evaporating as he steps back out of your personal space.
“goodgirl. glad we git that cleared up. now d’you want me t’get some food or not?”
you watch as he returns to rummaging through john b’s messy kitchen, placing old pizza boxes and empty beer cans off to the side to really cover all bases and check every nook and cranny. there’s a smirk playing on his lips, but it’s not his usual sort of playful smirk; it’s more satisfied than anything, and it says everything you need to know: “you got a kick outta that, didn’t you?”
“maybe. so what? ain’t like you don’t like it when i put y’back into your place.”
ᯓ★ a / n : this is me. i’d give him attitude. also i LOVE the anon who sent this, ur so peak 🧚♀️
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I ABSOLUTELY QUOTE THISSSS omd yes i agree so much 💔💔 tbh i js hope everybody comes back when season five drops (even if cutiepie won’t be there… well i think they’re gonna put flashbacks or smth but yk…)
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