[maybnksdoll]

🪽 ⸝⸝ your #1 JJ stan… @MAYBNKSDOLL ┊ call me alj → /ˈɑː.li/ or /jj’s angel/. 19 going 20. pretty in pink. written by olivia rodrigo. guitar fingerpicker. 🐰ྀིྀི elizabeth bennett alter ego. hurt people hurt people.

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[lolala1414]

hey hey hi hi, small request 😓

could you maybe make a fic where fem!reader is kinda new to obx but gets close with the pogues (esp JJ) and during a keg she gets high off her ass from Barry’s brownies and JJ(+ the others if you want) basically having to take care of her

YOU GOT IT💚 So happy to finally write something fluffyy

Way Too High

Pairing: Bsf!JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: Weed induced anxiety, alcohol

Word Count: 1,500

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JJ’s leaning against a half buried log half listening to whatever story John B is telling. He laughs at the right parts, nods along, but all he can think about is when you're gonna get here. His eyes keep drifting over the crowd.

He finally sees you.

You’re across the sand, laughing loudly, hair catching the firelight as you talk to Barry. JJ straightens immediately, suddenly desperately wishing that he could read lips.

“Dude,” Kiara mutters, following his line of sight. “You don't even try to hide it.”

JJ doesn’t respond. He’s too busy watching as Barry hands you something he can’t see.

JJ squints. What the hell was that?

You never buy anything from Barry. Ever. If you want weed, you go through JJ—always have. He’s the one you trust, the one who makes sure you don’t get screwed over or handed something sketchy. And he also always manages to find the best shit.

John B grins. “Relax, man. You look like a jealous boyfriend.”

“I am not—”

"Yeah, yeah," Pope interrupts. "You've been like this since the day you met her when she moved here a year ago."

"Just tell her you're in love with her, man," Kiara groans. "We'll pretend 'no Pogue on Pogue macking' isn't a thing just for you."

He scoffs. "I'm not—"

You thank Barry and turn, weaving through the crowd toward the keg.

"I'll be right back." JJ pushes off the log and intercepts you just as you’re grabbing a drink.

“Hey, princess,” JJ says, voice easy.

Your expression brightens instantly, like someone flipped a switch. “Hey, Jayj!”

The way you say it makes his mouth twitch into a smile before he can stop it. He nods his chin toward the front pocket of your hoodie. “What'd Barry give you?”

You glance around like you’re checking for witnesses, then lean in slightly, lowering your voice. “A brick of coke.”

JJ snorts and shakes his head. "Come on. What is it?"

You grin and pull it out, opening the tinfoil. Inside are two brownies, thick and slightly crumbly, marbled with what looks like green food coloring.

“They’re brownies. For us. Mint cheesecake swirl, pretty fancy huh?" you smile, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oooo, sweet. Aren't you thoughtful. Thanks, Princess," he gently pinches your cheek as you smile up at him. “You ever had an edible before?”

You shake your head. “But I smoke. It’s basically the same, right?”

JJ winces a little. “Uh… not exactly. You’re probably gonna be a weee bit higher than just from smokin'.”

You shrug, totally unbothered. “I’ll be fine.”

Famous last words.

At first, you’re having the time of your life.

You’re giggling at absolutely nothing, leaning into JJ’s side like it’s second nature, which he couldn't be happier about. At one point you declare the bonfire “the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen” and JJ laughs so hard he almost spills his drink— while also thinking that you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

But he'd think that sober.

You keep touching his arm when you talk, fingers brushing like you’re not even aware you’re doing it. Your bloodshot eyes are bright, your smile lazy, all warm and unguarded.

“This is nice,” you mumble at one point, resting your head briefly on his shoulder, practically snuggling into it. “You’re nice.”

JJ freezes for half a second before relaxing again, the corner of his lips twitching up. “Yeah, well. I try.”

A few feet away, Kiara watches the two of you over the rim of her cup, eyebrows slowly lifting.

John B follows her gaze and lets out a quiet laugh. “Oh. So that’s happening.”

Pope tilts his head, observing like he’s studying a science experiment. “They’re touching. A lot.”

JJ says something under his breath that makes you laugh again, and you nudge him with your knee. He nudges you back, smiling without even realizing it.

Kiara leans closer to the guys, lowering her voice. “Wanna bet something happens tonight?”

John B smirks. “Define something.”

Pope sighs. “I give it… two hours.”

Kiara grins, eyes flicking back to where JJ’s hand is now resting a little too comfortably at your waist. “You’re being generous.”

But then—something shifts in you.

Your smile fades a little. You start fidgeting, tugging at the strings of your hoodie. Your gaze keeps darting to the crowd. Your breathing feels weird. You start to worry about forgetting to breath all together.

“Hey,” JJ says quietly. “You good, sunshine? I think you went mute on me.”

You nod. Then shake your head, a little embarrassed. “I think I’m… really high. Like. Really really high.”

He watches you carefully. “Okay. What do you need?”

“I kinda wanna walk down the beach,” you admit. “Where it’s quieter. I’m just… stressin’ a little.”

JJ glances back at the party—at the drunk Kook guys shouting near the keg, at the general mess of it all.

“I’m coming with you,” he says immediately.

You blink. “You don’t have to—”

“I know. I want to.”

The beach is almost empty down here, moonlight stretching across the water. The noise fades behind you, replaced by the steady rush of waves and your heartbeat in your ears.

You hug your arms around yourself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak out.”

“You’re not freaking out,” JJ says. “You’re just high. It'll pass.” He nudges your shoulder gently. “I greened out once after hitting too much wax. Thought my heart was gonna explode.”

Your eyes widen. “That’s... not comforting.”

He grins. “What helped was getting in the water. Cools you down. Kinda resets your brain.”

You glance at the ocean, then back at him. “Okay. Yeah. That sounds nice. I'll try that.”

Without hesitation, you pull your hoodie over your head and kick off your shorts, revealing your bikini underneath.

JJ very deliberately tries to look anywhere but at you. But it's impossible.

He swallows. Hard.

You don’t notice—too busy padding toward the shoreline—so he kicks off his boots, yanks his shirt off and follows, still wearing his cargo shorts.

You pause, eyeing him, smiling as you chew on your lips. “Are you seriously getting in like that?”

“What?” he says defensively. “They'll dry.”

You giggle.

You both wade in just enough for the waves to wash over your legs before sitting down in the wet sand. Cold water splashes against you, and you gasp, then laugh.

“Oh,” you say softly. “Okay. Yeah, that helps.”

JJ smiles, relieved. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You lean back on your hands, letting another wave crash over you.

“That’s good,” he says, genuinely happy about it.

You tilt your head after a little while. “I wanna go in more. But only if you do too.”

“Deal.”

You stand, moving slowly until the water reaches your shoulders. You’re laughing, splashing lightly, letting the waves gently bounce you around—until suddenly you yelp and jump straight into him, arms looping around his neck as he stumbles back with a startled shout.

“What—what happened?”

“I think I stepped on a fish!” you whine.

He bursts out laughing, loud and uncontrollable, still holding you up. “A fish?” His grip firms without him meaning to, pulling you in just a little closer. And not to protect you from the fish.

“It was slimy! Ugh!” You start laughing too, forehead dropping to his chest as the adrenaline fades. He looks down at you, heart pounding for an entirely different reason now.

“Hey,” he says softly. “How you feeling now?”

You look up at him, eyes warm. “Really good.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs.

He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it—his thumb brushing gently along your thigh. The touch sends a quiet shiver through you. Your eyes flutter shut for a second.

JJ’s breath catches. “Uh—do you want me to put you down?”

You shake your head immediately. “No.”

He laughs nervously. “Is that ‘cause you’re scared of fish or ‘cause you like my arms?”

You giggle, fingers squeezing his bicep. “Both.”

You hum softly, feeling his arm, and JJ swears his brain stops working.

"You alright down there?" he asks quietly, teasing, heart thudding.

"Better than ever." You smile up at him, hand sliding up his arm to rest on his shoulder, thumb brushing his neck, moonlight catching your eyes

He can’t hold back anymore. He leans in slowly, stopping when his lips are half an inch from yours.

For a second, neither of you moves.

You can feel his breath against your mouth, warm and shaky, the space between you charged like it might snap if either of you exhales too hard. You let out a soft, breathy laugh you don’t even mean to, nerves and excitement tangling together.

“JJ,” you whisper, barely louder than the waves.

“Yeah? This ok?” he murmers. His voice is rough, eyes flicking down to your lips and back up again like he’s not sure where to look.

You nod and slowly tilt your head up that last inch, meeting him halfway.

The kiss is soft at first—sweet and hesitant—then deeper, your hands tightening around his neck as his grip on you firms instinctively.

When you pull back, foreheads touching, he laughs breathlessly.

You smile. “Definitely feeling way better.”

"Yeah?" He smiles.

"Yeah," you giggle quietly, kissing him again. "Perfect."

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[jjscrybaby]

hiii !! i literally never sent an ask to anyone before lollll and ik you’ve already written how jj’s like she reader’s on her period, but how do we think he would be like when she’s lowk on the boarder-of-death levels of pain ?? anyways i loveee ur writing, n sorry if it’s sorta basiccc 🫶🫶.

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ cramps galore

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warnings: period pains, cramps, mentions of blood, jj being best bf ever, if anyone thinks their bf changing their pad is gross then grow up (maybe i’m projecting cause i once had such bad period pains my ex had to do it for me 😐)

a/n: thank you for the rec baby! it’s not basic at all it’s perfect :) hope you enjoy!

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“I know, baby, I know,” JJ murmured, arms wrapped around your middle as you leant back against his chest; heartbreaking sobs leaving your mouth.

It was nearly two am, and this had been going on for almost an hour. JJ knew you had bad period pains, but tonight felt like a whole other level. You’d taken painkillers, you’d had a hot shower, there was a hot water bottle held to your lower stomach and yet nothing was helping.

John B had come in at one point, he’d thought you were in the middle of being murdered from how loud your cries were.

“What do you need, huh? Another shower? Need me to heat up the bottle some more?” JJ offered softly, pressing gentle kisses to the side of your head.

“More pain killers,” you replied, moving to hold your knees up to your chest; you’d told him before that sitting like that could somewhat lessen the pain.

“You can’t have anymore yet, baby,” he replied apologetically. He felt for you, and he’d love to give you more meds, but he’d rather not deal with an accidental overdose in the middle of this; that definitely wouldn’t make you feel better.

You whined, forcing yourself up. “I need a bath.”

“Okay, I’ll run it,” he soothed, running his hand through your hair. “Want a quick shower first?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, not wanting to be sat in a bath of your own blood.

You had a tampon and a pad in use, your flow was heavy and you didn’t want to risk bleeding on the sheets. No matter how much JJ said he couldn’t give a shit, you just didn’t want to. You had a quick shower, washing away the blood, and then JJ ran a hot bath.

“Want me to come in with you?” He offered gently. “Or do you want to be by yourself?”

“Come in with me,” you sniffled, tears in your eyes.

“Okay,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He helped you into the bath and then got in behind you, pulling you against his chest. “As soon as you can have more painkillers I’ll get them for you, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed quietly. The hot water was helping. “Sorry for keeping you awake.”

“Never need to apologise to me,” he replied quickly. “I’d stay up forever if it meant you didn’t have to deal with this alone.”

You smiled weakly. Even whilst feeling like you were close to death, he could still manage to make you feel less alone. Feel loved. You held his hand where it rested over your stomach, squeezing it.

“If you fall asleep I’ll get you back into bed,” he reassured softly.

“I’ll need to put a pad on,” you murmured back.

“I’ll do it,” he shrugged. You looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. “What? I’ve seen you naked. What’s the difference?”

“It’s gross,” you whined.

“Nothing you do is gross,” he argued. “You’ve thrown up on me before. Can’t get worse than that.”

You did end up falling asleep, and when you woke up you were curled up in bed, pad secured with a fresh hot water bottle on your stomach; as well as JJ curled up behind you, arms tightly around your body.

Periods sucked, but at least you had JJ.

[maybnksdoll]

i’m so sad bc lately jj’s fanfictions get way less attention than they used tooooo i dun understand why DONT YALL LOVE OUR BOY JJ ANYMORE!?!!?

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…)

[maybnksdoll]

https://www.tumblr.com/maybnksdoll/805133662246092800/introducing-teenage-dirtbagjj-teenage

i luvvvv the radiohead reference SM

IKR i love them

[maybnksdoll]

࣪𖤐 thinking about high sex with jj maybank. . .

no rush, no eagerness. just lazy, calm vibes would fill the living room of the chateau as you’d bounce on his dick with a blank, totally cock-drunk expression plastered on your face.

jj would most definitely not give up on the blunt he meticulously rolled before hands, and for this it would still be firm between his fingers, letting you take a hit when you slowed down, making you clench around him.

oh, how much he loves it. just how stupid you’d go because of him, obviously, because he knows it’s not the weed, that look in your eyes. nah: it’s his dick and its perfect mushroom tip, that always caresses your insides in the most delicious way.

the only sounds audible being quick little moans leaving your slightly open mouth one after the other, accompanied by the sweet and dirty melody of wet squelch of his member going in & out your pussy.

he’d go crazy by how you’d manage to move frantically and insanely slowly at the same time, rotating your hips when you leant forward to join your lips and your tongues, just for a brief moment before pulling away and looking right at his eyes with a string of saliva still connecting you.

and his occasional praises- jesus christ.

dirty words whispered in your ear when you’d lean in, as his hands would travel up your hips, waist, to your chest, where your tits remained covered by the tiny tee that none of you bothered to get outta way.

your open palms would press against his toned stomach, abs contracting with each sudden and sloppy movement that turned you on even more, making you bite your bottom lip.

his arms would be relaxed around the back rest of the old, worn red couch if his hands weren’t already gripping loosely the flesh of your hips, being more just a presence than an actual guidance.

“juuuus’ like that” he’d murmur, with smoke still leaving his lips.

his blonde locks would stick to his forehead due sweat and the effects of the marijuana.

for this same last reason his eyelids would drop halfway, and his mouth’d show you a smug grin that would only disappear to breath out groans and low toned growls when you’d both feel his dick hitting you in that tight, deep spot.

“atta girl, clingin’ to my cock so well”

genuinely, it wouldn’t take much more than that for you to come undone on him and collapse on his chest right after.

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[jayjsbabydoll]

in love jj was the cutest thing ever!

[maybnksdoll]

was💔💔💔

[outerbnaksdeer]

can u do jj x reader but the reader is rafes ex (or another kook) smth like that and idk where but all the pogues go somewhere and like jj gets jealous?? idk but ilysmmm

xx

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you smile at the blonde, offering him a polite ‘goodbye’ when rafe, your ex, finally starts walking away from where you’re standing by the country club’s bar. it’s a simple manifestation of the manner’s you’ve been expected to present your whole life, and it means absolutely nothing. but what jj’s just saw was completely altered to reality: his girl was chatting, all friendly, with her ex — aka, his archenemy. he isn’t seeing red quite yet, but the rose tinted glasses he’d been wearing at the thought of hanging out with you have definitely slipped off.

“uh— am i losin’ my mind or did i jus’ see you talkin’ t’king kook over there? my bad, sorry, lemmie correct myself, your ex?” your boyfriend asks, trying to waltz up with the kind of nonchalance that he hopes won’t show off how badly he wants to strangle rafe. thing is, the faux demeanour is slightly ruined by the furrow in his brows, and the lace of a hiss in his voice.

“he’s my friend, jayj,” you perk, happy to see the blonde. you note the slight narrowing of his usually bright ocean-blue eyes, and the way his tongue’s toying with the corner of his lip.

he sighs softly, leaning gently against the wood counter beside you both, with a calloused hand propping himself up. he rolls his eyes at the justification that feels anything but valid, his gaze squinting a tad bit more like he does when he’s trying to deconstruct something pope said: “your friend? your friends with that douche? c’mon princess, thought you had taste.”

“i mean … yeah. we stayed friends after we broke up, i dunno what t’tell you jj,” you shrug, unable to see the problem.

“hold on, aight then, lemmie get this straight,” he stands vertical, right in front of you — he’s almost towering over with the subtle venom — his hands moving between the small space between you as he maps all the information out, “your friends with your ex who also happens to be the dude who’s had it out for us since i dunno, uh— forever?”

you blink up at him, your head tilting in what he takes as some sort of fained innocence when in reality, you’ve clocked into what’s going on; why the blonde’s acting so pissy over something that isn’t really a thing. he shakes his head, rolling his eyes subconsciously, “right. yeah no that makes total sense.”

“jayj? jj, look at me—“ you giggle softly, reaching up to place a warm, caring hand over his cheek. sure, you do it half just to feel the way he leans in, and watch that dumb lovesick smirk he always gets around you flashes over the envy, but you also do it to angle his gaze back onto you. a face splitting grin threatens to crack open your face at the revelation, but you suppress it the best you can, “are you jealous?”

“what—? no i don’t get jealous. ‘s jus’ y’know, weird that y’still hangout with your ex. i mean you’d like freak out if i spoke t’any of my exes but sure. ‘s whatever,” he splutters and scoffs, as if the whole implication is batshit crazy and in accurate, even when it totally is.

you can’t help but continue giggling, using your thumb to gently fan it’s pad over his cheekbone. your favourite ocean blue eyes flicker back to yours, and you can sense the anger seep out at him from the small, assuring touch. “jj, im not hangin’ out with the guy. we jus’ speak in passing.”

“still too much,” he mumbles, biting at the inside of his cheekbone to make up for his whipped he’s looking right now; there’s absolutely no way he’s literally melting for you. even if he’s refusing to believe it, that soft little smile that crosses over your face is without a doubt one of his favourite things ever, the one that’s accompanied by, “you don’t have t’be jealous, y’know that right? sure ‘m a kook but i don’t give two fucks ‘bout what people expect of me. i love you, ‘n’ only you,”

“damn right you do.” that’s why does it for him: at the verbal validation, the blonde steps closer — now chest to chest, there’s literally no space between the both of you — and snakes his large, warm hands rightful around your waist. they stay placed there for a beat, and then they move down to palm gently at the fat just under your ass. he dips down slightly, peppering kissed across your forehead and blushing face, getting you all sputtering so you can’t protest.

“still don’t want you talkin’ with rafe: the guy’s jus’ gross, ‘kay?”

ᯓ★ a / n : i luv u too anon 🫶. #living for jealous!jj ngl ngl, hes sooooo yummmyyyyy

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[maybnksdoll]

need him

[maybnksdoll]

TEXTING SETH COHEN bf!seth x reader

i figured i’d do something like this bc i haven’t seen many seth cohen texts around sooooo anw to be added to my taglist!

[maybnksdoll]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ . . . FIX YOU — ꒰ honey!reader x td!jj ꒱

⋆ where jj struggles with his dad, luke, after the nth violent fight and he knows you’re the one he can counts on.

⋆ warns angst to comfort, hurt, mentions of injuries, reader being so cute, daddy issues, fluffy, pet names, probably overuse of the verb “know”…

⋆ notes 500 followers special and kind of the intro to the au and their bond! i’ve got some other fics scheduled btw. thank you so much for five hundred and the support you’ve been giving me, sososo grateful, lysm <3 ++ thought of scared of my guitar by olivia rodrigo while writing this, you can play it while you read!

⋆ notes 2 if this flops IM gonna flip

at first you thought you were imagining things, still half sleep in the middle of the night.

the second time you thought it was the leaves of the almond tree just outside your window that were rattling against it.

by the third time you heard that eerie sound coming from the same direction, you’ve already decided you aren’t going to be able to sleep, too creeped out to even close your eyes.

you sit up slowly, the room dimly illuminated by the little yellow night light on your drawer, the one you keep always on just in case. your tiny pyjamas isn’t quite enough to keep you warm outside your blankets, but you ignore the thought as you pad to the window.

that’s when you see him. your best friend, jj maybank, trying to climb up the old tree and throwing little stones at your window, probably hoping he’d scare you enough for you to notice him.

“jj? what are you doing here?” you say, keeping your voice as low as possible while still letting him hear.

he spots your figure leaning out of your window, looking down at him with that concerned and sleepy expression printed on your face, and can’t help but exhale in relief.

“finally! was starting to doubt if you were alive over there” he exclaims, voice definitely louder than it should’ve been from how you rushed your finger on your mouth and how your eyes widen.

“be quiet, please!” you murmur as you watch him clamber up, dark wood dangerously creaking under his weight when he finally manages to get into your room, making a big noise.

you huff resigned, helping him come in without him getting stuck in the curtains.

letting out a satisfied “wooh”, he finally looks up at you, smiling softl,. “sorry for waking you up, sweets.”

but today the smile you catch a glimpse of through the faint moonlight, isn’t the usual radiant, lingering one. this one is spent, tight, almost looks forced.

it isn’t something unusual for jj. you always hope not to see that one, but when you do, you know something is up with him.

you know him, you know him so well.

that’s probably what drawn him to you tonight, and every other night. he can’t lie to you, not even when he needs to, not when he wants to.

there’s just something about you, in you, with you, he can’t tell. whatever it is, it makes him feel like he matters. like he’s, for once in his life, safe. secure.

and man, if he loves the feeling. so unfamiliar and yet feels better than any home he could ever ask for.

even if sometimes all he’d want is to bury himself five feet under, to run far away where no one knows him and where your sweet words can’t reach him.

it’s when you look into him, right at his sea blue eyes and into his bruised, heavy soul and ask him, “what is it, jay?”, just like you’re doing now.

he shrugs, adjusting quickly his clothes and his red baseball cap on his head.

“nothin’, hun. the usual, y’know” he replies, his voice undoubtedly lower.

he makes a step forward, toward you and your struggle not to suck a breath in. a scary, big and painfully new bruise is there, forming on his left cheekbone, just under his eye.

you don’t put to much effort into trying to understand what happened. if the bruise is swelling like that on his face, you can just imagine that his body is no better.

and unfortunately, those are not marks from a simple fight between stupid guys. nor a bad fall from the skate.

it’s his horrible, abusive, violent, addicted dad.

jj doesn’t need to say anything else, you don’t need to ask anything. even in your sleepy state, you already know.

you finally move again, extending your hand just enough to interlace the point of your fingers with his.

you gently drag him to the bed, making him sit down while you move to stand between his legs.

“is that my cap?” you casually ask after some minutes of silence, your right hand moving carefully on his face as your left one holds his chin between your index and middle finger.

“no?? duh, i think you’ve already got five of ‘em. and by the way, jus’ cus i let ya wear it once, doesn’t mean it’s automaticallly yours, broski” he says, frowning his eyebrows, but there’s no heat in his words.

he’s actually grateful, so grateful to you, and that you didn’t say anything about it. didn’t even mentioned, not a question.

you just took his hand, no hesitation, tiny smile on the face and starting cleaning him up, changing the subject because you knew it would’ve make him awkward, but not uncomfortable. never, around you.

“i- what?! jayj, i thought it was obvious! and besides, last week you took my sweats!” you whine, stopping your movements for a second to point at him before going back to carefully clean his cut on the lip.

“those were mine first! you’re impossible, you know that?” he murmurs, shaking his head once you pull away, moving slightly to put your first aid kit away.

you sit beside him with your legs crossed, resting your back on the wall as you face him. “perhaps. i haven’t heard any official complaints, tho,” you murmur.

“jus’ wait ‘till one of my hoodies goes missin’ again. you ain’t gettin’ away with sweet smiles ‘n cheesy words this time.”

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[maybnksdoll]

anyways guys today i got back my english essay, it was about some archeological site in britain i think and i realised i wrote “mold” instead of “mound”. i literally wrote that they dug MOLD instead of MOUNDS. i dunno if i want to cry or to laugh.

[rockstarbfs]

I DEMAND MORE SETH COHEN FANFICS/ONE SHOTS. PLEASE.

[maybnksdoll]

i agree yea but WHY WHEN I BE WRITING THEM THEY GET TEN LIKES

[maybnksdoll]

Introducing. . . TEENAGE DIRTBAG!JJ

⤿ 🚬 @ teenage dirtbag!jj :: recklessness personification. pogue 4 life. jay as for joint. daddy issues. loyal. authentic energy. “i’ve given all i can, but we’re still on the payroll”. messiest mental state. carefree mindset.

⤿ # best paired with :: honey!reader

[maybnksdoll]

Introducing. . . HONEY!READER, also known as: ‘hun

⤿ 🍯 @ honey!reader :: sweetest girl. pogue, occasional kook. all in for nature. helix piercing. the smiths enthusiastic. pocketful of sunshine. "they mistook my kindness for weekness". touch starved. polaroids. pure heart & kind soul. people pleaser.

⤿ # best paired with :: teenage dirtbag!jj

[maybnksdoll]

wait i just found ur blog and im so obsessed with it i love the vibe of it and ur writing <33

omg that’s so nice of you to say, i appreciate you sm!!! i luv receiving this messages, you made my day!💞

[maybnksdoll]

ima just leave this here…

[maybnksdoll]

࣪𖤐 thinking about high sex with jj maybank. . .

no rush, no eagerness. just lazy, calm vibes would fill the living room of the chateau as you’d bounce on his dick with a blank, totally cock-drunk expression plastered on your face.

jj would most definitely not give up on the blunt he meticulously rolled before hands, and for this it would still be firm between his fingers, letting you take a hit when you slowed down, making you clench around him.

oh, how much he loves it. just how stupid you’d go because of him, obviously, because he knows it’s not the weed, that look in your eyes. nah: it’s his dick and its perfect mushroom tip, that always caresses your insides in the most delicious way.

the only sounds audible being quick little moans leaving your slightly open mouth one after the other, accompanied by the sweet and dirty melody of wet squelch of his member going in & out your pussy.

he’d go crazy by how you’d manage to move frantically and insanely slowly at the same time, rotating your hips when you leant forward to join your lips and your tongues, just for a brief moment before pulling away and looking right at his eyes with a string of saliva still connecting you.

and his occasional praises- jesus christ.

dirty words whispered in your ear when you’d lean in, as his hands would travel up your hips, waist, to your chest, where your tits remained covered by the tiny tee that none of you bothered to get outta way.

your open palms would press against his toned stomach, abs contracting with each sudden and sloppy movement that turned you on even more, making you bite your bottom lip.

his arms would be relaxed around the back rest of the old, worn red couch if his hands weren’t already gripping loosely the flesh of your hips, being more just a presence than an actual guidance.

“juuuus’ like that” he’d murmur, with smoke still leaving his lips.

his blonde locks would stick to his forehead due sweat and the effects of the marijuana.

for this same last reason his eyelids would drop halfway, and his mouth’d show you a smug grin that would only disappear to breath out groans and low toned growls when you’d both feel his dick hitting you in that tight, deep spot.

“atta girl, clingin’ to my cock so well”

genuinely, it wouldn’t take much more than that for you to come undone on him and collapse on his chest right after.

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