can anyone pls help me find this fic i was reading on ao3 a while ago it was basically a rewrite of obx (kinda??) it was set in the timeline and it was jj, pope & kie and their love triangle and by the end they’re in a throuple. it’s like literally beautiful and i’m pretty sure the writer also had one shots for it too but i cannot find it anywhere someone pls help i’ll love u forever!!
girl pls put the pregnant!reader fics back up i actually read them like every day
the only reason i took them down originally was because i thought they were definitely not my best writing and i kinda just posted them to just have something to post but i definitely can they just need a little tweaking
୨𝑒 sweet!wife!reader intro… ୨𝑒 blue collar!husband!jj intro… ୨𝑒 meet the mini maybanks (coming soon…)
FULL FICS
nothing here, yet…
BLURBS
୨𝑒 blotting your lipstick off on jj’s face… ୨𝑒 being extra needy for jj in your third trimester… ୨𝑒 jj reassures you about your post-baby body… ୨𝑒 jj helping with period cramps in his own special way… ୨𝑒 surprising jj with new lingerie… ୨𝑒 jj surprises you with a kitten… ୨𝑒 jj calls you from work because he misses you…
THOUGHTS
୨𝑒 boat day pregnant with your first baby… ୨𝑒 being super pregnant and needing to pee in the night…
MISC
୨𝑒 blue collar!jj’s kinks… ୨𝑒 blue collar!jj’s favourite positions…
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secondly, i’ll be taking a mini break, for the next 3-4 weeks because they’re super jam packed and busy. i’ll spend the time writing all the ideas i have cause i’m absolutely stacked but i’ve just had no time to write. i’ve got two new jj au’s coming and hopefully my 2k followers celebration shortly after that!
there’s lots to look forward to so hopefully if you guys bare with me i can get some good stuff out within the next month! thankyou all again for everything & i’ll post a much less brief thankyou in my official celebration post, but this is just a mini thankyou before i dissapear for a little while!!
warnings: mdni/nsfw 18+, graphic descriptions of sex, kinks etc.
blurbs n’ other thoughts for this pairing found here!
🔧 breeding:
this one is a very, very big given - considering the only thing his mind is on all the time is your belly swollen with his babies, can’t take his eyes off of it, and when you’re not pregnant he’s dreaming about putting the next one in you. his favourite sight is pulling out of you after a long night of pumping load after load into your chubby, swollen cunt to watch his spend dribble out of your fluttering hole, scooping it up with his finger and punting it back inside of you gently - murmuring something about ‘not wastin’ a drop’ so you’re all full with his baby again, as soon as possible.
🔧 size difference:
i don’t think he’d necessarily ever say it out loud, it might not even register in his own head that the comparison between the two of you - his hard, big, thick body when it’s next to your smaller, sweeter, softer in all the right places form does do a little something to his ego. he loves himself a pretty thick girl, who can still blink up at him from under her pretty lashes - he’s 6’4 so a lotta ladies would fit that criteria. he loves being able to throw you around, handle you in his big strong arms like it’s nothing, wrap you up all cosy and warm after a long day… sigh.
🔧 somnophilia:
i imagine since you’ve been together for a long time, there’s been a mutual agreement between the two of you that you both consent to being fucked or played with in your sleep, and of course jj feels like he’s hit the jackpot when he wakes up on a sunny sunday morning to see his angel girl riding him in the golden glow, but his favourite way to use this agreement is before work - when his alarm goes off at 4am, shrill and frustrating, forcing him to leave the warmth of your softness pressed into his bare chest, adorned in just one of his muscles tanks, soft tits spilling out of the gaping arm hole, he’s willing to be a little late to the garage if it means he can pull your cotton panties to the side and slide inside your fluttering warmth, hear you whimper all sleepy and disoriented, yet trusting and pliant because you know it’s just jj taking what he needs before the long day ahead of him, cooing to you softly to go back to sleep.
🔧 praise kink:
he definitely wouldn’t admit it but he is a sucker for a little reassurance that he’s doing good, not even just during sex but just in every day life. the way he was raised pretty much has it ingrained in his mind that he’s a worthless piece of shit, curtesy of l*ke.. so even if it’s little things like afterwards when you’re all cuddly and hazy, running your hands through his hair and you murmur a little ‘y’ always make me feel so good..’ or maybe a ‘you did so good, i love you.’ it’d turn him to mush as much as he tried not to show it.
🔧 feet: (just a little…)
now, you couldn’t really call it a foot fetish per se, it’s more so the fact that he’s just got a fetish, or obsession with his pretty wife. so that means that every body part is included in that deal. he just feels like there’s something real intimate about having your legs thrown over his shoulder, getting out through the mattress slow and deep - it’s more making love than fucking, worshipping your body and being together like this rather than chasing a release, and his fingers just itch to wrap around that arch of your soft feet, lips ghosting against the tips of your manicured toes, murmuring soft praises of how pretty you look underneath him, flushed and giggling softly at his devotion to your sweet skin.
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.
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.”
summary: jj misses you whilst he’s at work so he decides to call to check in…
warnings: none! just an overworked momma with a husband who loves her to death
he missed the sound of your voice, simple as that. none of his buddies were even working today, the shop was quiet, not surprising for an afternoon in the middle of the week, but he needed to get the hours in which meant he’d been tinkering with his truck to pass the time, and frankly it was getting boring.
so of course his mind is on one thing only, one person. you.
“hey baby girl, how ya holdin’ up?” he murmurs into the receiver when you pick up, smile pulling at his lips already in anticipation of hearing your sweet voice.
his phone is sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder, boot-clad feet planted on the concrete to give him a little leverage to slide back and forward where he’s layed down on the car creeper under his truck, and you can hear the clink of metal and his soft grunt as something clicks into place.
“m’ okay.. why you callin’? somethin’ happen?” you ask him, voice sounding a little exasperated, the faint drone of a cartoon and theo’s babbles heard in the background whilst you reprimand gently to your three year old son, carter about ‘kind hands’.
“uh- nah, momma ‘m all good..” he murmurs as he rolls out from under the truck, tossing down his wrench into his toolbox, dusting off his jeans before standing, cracking his neck as he moves his phone to the other ear, scratching at his neck a little guiltily. “is this not a good time, baby? …called you by mistake but thought i’d just check on in with y’all.”
he hears the soft clink of plates and then the running of the tap, a frustrated sigh from you rumbling through the speaker - part of jj’s glad he called now, absently chucking his scattered tools into his toolbox, drawing out cleaning up his station.
“no, m’-“ you cut yourself off with a soft sigh, like you’re regretting your next words, a little yelp of excitement heard from quinn in the background along with clapping of little hands. “i hate to ask, but d’ya think y’ could-“
you don’t get a chance to finish before jj’s cutting you off, voice steady yet understanding as he pulls open his passenger seat door, throwing in his toolbox as he rounds the truck to the driver’s side. “‘m on my way, don’t even gotta worry a’ight? ‘s quiet anyway they ain’t needin’ me. be home in ten angel, hang tight.” before he’s pulling out of the garage and speeding down the highway to get home to you.
summary: jj knows you’ve been a little down lately and he knows exactly what’ll cheer you up…
warnings: happy tears!! mentions of baby blues (not quite ppd), cute fluffiness with an emotional momma.
it was a spontaneous thing, much like every other choice jj made, but it had been a long time coming considering you’d occasionally teased the idea of adding a new little addition to your family, a puppy or a kitten or even a guinea pig since you’d first gotten together - a pipe dream back then, as a couple of dirt poor 17 year old pogues, but not so much anymore.
youd had the baby blues real bad for the past few weeks - emotional and prone to tears at pretty much anything, juggling a three year old and a seven month old alone proving difficult whilst jj was away at work, so it wasn’t like you didn’t deserve a little something to cheer you up, and also because jj couldn’t stand seeing those teary eyes one more day.
he’d stopped off at some little rescue shelter on his way home from work, scoured the assortments of sweet fur babies, all gazing up at him with these big eyes and if he could he’d have taken all of them home, you’d probably love that. you always were a sweetheart like that, an angel to any and every animal.
but when his eyes landed on that little kitten - cowered in the corner of his little pen, isolated from the rest of his litter who were jostling and pawing at their mama, looking up at jj with big blue eyes, little scraps of hay stuck to his snow white fur.. jj knew. that’s the one.
when he gets home, it’s quiet. he presses the front door closed with his shoulder, it clicks softly in the latch, the scent of laundry detergent and lavender fills his nose, his body buzzing with excitement as he toes off his boots, trying to be as quiet as he can be, plastic wrapping of the bouquet he’d bought rustling where they’re tucked under his arm, kitty wriggling and meowing softly, so tiny he could be held in jj’s one hand.
he calls your name softly down the hallway, aware of the sleeping kiddos, floorboards creaking under his socked feet as he moves further into the house. “where you at, momma? you awake?”
“yea, comin’.” your voice comes soft from down the hallway, flat with that low bubbling sadness that seems to linger lately, it pulls on his heart strings just as the bedroom door opens, soft lamp light bleeding into the otherwise dark hallway.
your cotton nightgown swishes around your thighs as you pad softly towards him, eyes not registering exactly what you’re seeing through your sleepy haze.
he’s grinning all excited, lifting his hand gently as if to emphasise the little wriggling ball of fur as your eyes widen, hands clasping around your mouth in shock.
you sorta stand there for a second, not quite believing it and it doesn’t take long before the tears are flowing, moving quickly towards jj, eyes on the little kitten, snow white fur rippling as it wriggles in jj’s gentle grip.
“j… you didn’t.” when you finally speak it’s shaky and breathy, tears flowing down your flushed cheeks as you reach for the little kitty, hands shaky, jj gently supporting it’s small body as it cuddles up against your chest with a soft purr.
“what’dya think, huh?” he asks softly, breathy laughter in his tone at how sweetly emotional you’re getting, cradling the sweet kitty in your arms, kissing its furry head gently, nose burrowing into the softness. “you love ‘er? she ain’t gotta name yet, she’s all yours to name…”
“she’s really mine..? you promise?” you ask softly, looking up at him with teary eyes, socked feet shuffling against the floor, not knowing what to say or how to thank him, sniffling softly as he nods, eyes gentle.
“all yours momma, we got enough stuff for tonight but we can go shoppin’ tomorrow, get her some nice food.. lady said she likes all canned tuna n’ stuff, some toys… whatever you want.” he murmurs quietly, cautious of your soft cries and watery eyes incase they were to wake the kids, leading you gently by the small of your back to sit down on the couch, pulling you into his lap, back to his chest, lips pressing to your bare shoulder, breathing you in as you hold your kitty close, and it’s looking like you’re never gonna put her down, already attached at the hip to the snowy furred angel.
“love her so much.. thank you, j… love her n’ love you…” you shift a little to kiss him, soft and gentle, sweet like honey on your tongue, his hard calloused hands gentle on your soft jaw when you pull away, swiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb as he murmurs softly, looking into your soft, so much more than grateful eyes.
that middle picture of bluecollar husband!jj has me rolling. I NEED to sit on his lap and coo at him, pressing kisses to his jaw and tell him he’s doing so good. I’d do it every single day too.
my ask box is so botched this deleted and then reappeared but yes yes yes 1000%.
always think about him coming home from work all sweaty and dirty and stinky. all oil stained and big and beefy and just ughhh.. just wanna bury my face in his pit and grind on his big hairy thigh.. or when he’s still wearing his jeans from work n i’m so soaked he finds it funny. sigh i need him.
summary: who needs blotting paper when you’ve got a big strong husband who’ll let you kiss him all day long?
warnings: none! just cute fluffy stuff
you couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. from where he’s perched on the edge of the bed, sheets still rumpled where you’d crawled out of them not long ago, shucking on his work pants, watching you through the mirror of your vanity with sleepy soft eyes.
the kids wouldn’t be awake for a little while yet and jj didn’t have to be at work until 8, giving you some time to get yourself looking a little more presentable than usual, having grabbed a nice, warm, undisturbed shower before settling down to do your makeup.
just as you swipe on your lipstick, you’re struck with an idea, eyes catching jj’s through the mirror as he pulls on his wifebeater, giving himself a once over and turning his attention to you at your soft call of his name, running a hand over his stubbled jaw, voice all gravelly and warm with sleep as he walks over. “yeah, momma? what’s up?”
“just needa blot this excess off…” you murmur, clicking on the lid as you stand, he’s already murmuring softly to himself, glancing around for a tissue for you to use but he’s halted when you move infront of him.
you stand on your toes, hands cradling his sharp jaw gently as you press your lips to his cheek, then his jaw, then his forehead. by the fourth kiss he’s caught on, a chuckle rumbling from his throat, arms looping around your waist to tug you a little closer so you’re chest to chest, letting you do your thing.
when you pull away, you’re smiling, giggling softly at the kiss marks printed all over his face and neck. “ya like it?” as you turn him to face the mirror, standing behind him, pushing up on your toes to rest your chin on his shoulder.
“love it. gonna be the prettiest guy at the garage, huh? all thanks to you, m’girl.”
thinking about..riding jj on his chair ↴ (again this is queued)
cw: smut, p in v, creampie, chair sex.
the sun was sliding down the sky, golden and slow, casting warm shadows across the chateau porch. that old wooden chair creaked under jj as he dropped into it with a low grunt, legs spread, arms slung over the sides like he owned the world - or at least this small, worn piece of it.
the porch was quiet except for the cicadas and the distant slap of waves against dock wood.
but, then he heard the screen door ease open behind him.
you didn’t say anything at first - just stepped out barefoot, hair wild from the salty wind, a teasing half smile on your face. JJ didn’t need you to speak.
“you look too comfortable,” you murmured, moving in front of him.
JJ tilted his head back, smirk in place. “I am comfortable. You gonna change that?”
you didn’t answer, just climbed into his lap - slow, deliberate - one knee on either side of his thighs, straddling him like it was the most natural thing in the world. the creaky chair groaned in protest, but neither of you cared.
JJ’s hands found your hips on instinct, fingers tightening, eyes flicking up to yours. you leaned in close, chest brushing his, lips near his ear.
"that really just depends, jj."
jj inhaled sharply. he could feel the warmth radiating off your skin, smell the salt and something else, something sweet and uniquely you. It made his head spin in a way that had nothing to do with the whiskey still sitting heavy in his gut.
10 minutes later jj was groaning,head thrown back, fingers digging into the soft globes of your ass as you rolled your hips, taking him deep. the old wooden chair creaked and shuddered beneath you two over and over again.
"fuck, baby.." JJ grunted, sweat beading his brow as he bucked up to meet you, driving himself deeper into your tight, wet heat. "you feel so fuckin' good..."
you didn't respond, just kept your head on his shoulder while you moved your hips, eyes shut tight, breathing hard.
JJ's hands slid down to grip your thighs, thumbs digging into the tender flesh as he guided your movements, urging you on. the chair beneath you groaned in protest, the wood creaking and shifting with each sharp, demanding thrust.
"don't stop," jj growled, voice ragged and wrecked. "fuck, baby, don't you dare fuckin' stop.."
you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your gut, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. at the same time, jj's cock was throbbing and pulsing inside you as you clenched around him again and again.
"gonna..fuck, baby - gonna come..." jj choked out, fingers tightening bruisingly on your hips as he slammed you down one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside your pussy.
With a guttural moan, you both exploded, his release ripping through him like a tidal wave, as well as your own. hot, thick ropes of cum painted your insides, his cock jerking and twitching as he emptied himself inside you.
you clenched tight around his cock, a breathy moan escaping your lips. "jj-" you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks in his sweat-slicked skin. you rock slowly, sensually, mixing every last drop as he empties himself into your tight heat.
"fuck- s'too much.." you breathe, voice husky and small.
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