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I'm assuming they're talking about this one? https://www.tumblr.com/featherandferns/769933969744625664/where-tf-have-i-been?source=share

I mean, this is the one that came to mind too for me? But I believe that the tags are relevant because it's updates about jj x reader fics and about how I might start writing for bucky x reader fandoms too? But, yeah, I guess it isn't technically in itself a fic so maybe that's what they were referring to??

I mean, they haven't responded so until/if they do, I'm not changing squat cause they never said please 🤭

But thank u for replying!! It might well be that post lol

[featherandferns]

Things that are not fun or cute: tagging a post with ___x reader with things that have nothing to do with those tags and flooding the feed. People like you are so annoying 🙄

hi!!! I can see that you're quite upset by this and to take the time to message something like this, I imagine it must have been something that's been bugging you for a while! I also find it annoying when people tag irrelevant tags, so I think I'm curious which of my posts you're referring to? If I agree that it's incorrectly tagged, I'm happy to remove the tag and resolve the issue! Feel free to message again and let me know which posts you're referring to so we can get everything straightened out :)

Also, please remember to be kind and respectful! You don't know me the same way I don't know you, so just try and be a little nicer if you have an issue or complaint about something :)

[featherandferns]

where tf have I been?

hey lovelies!

You may or may not have noticed I haven't been floating around this blog as frequently this month, and the 24-day countdown has been reduced to 12 days. Work has been insanely busy and moving into my new place has taken up a lot of my time, so it was a big ask of myself to write so much content that is high in quality!

The other two parts of the obx Christmas countdown should be out before Christms day! I can't make any promises on when new content will be posted in the new year, but know that I'm not planning on abandoning this blog in its entirety or deleting it!

Something interesting has happened though...I used to be a hardcore Marvel girly before it sort of went to shit (I'm talking post-Infinity era), and I was a hardcore Bucky girl too. Recently, that fandom has started to seep back into my life. Would people be open to some Bucky themed stuff on this blog? No promises at all if that will end up becoming a reality - I just thought that if I felt the urge to write something for a different fandom, would people be open to that?

Also, a thank you to everybody who has been reading, reblogging and commenting on my work. I read every single comment and reblog, and I appreciate people leaving these reblogs so insanely much!

Anyway, I hope everybody is enjoying the festivities and holidays so far! Have a holly, jolly Christmas, as Gossip Girl would say!

featherandferns x

[featherandferns]

hey, you write very well, i'm always following your tumblr and i love reading everything you write, i know how gratifying it must be to receive compliments so congratulations, i really enjoyed all your stories, you're amazing 💜

thank you so much lovely! It is very gratifying and heart-warming to receive messages like this - so thank you for taking the time out of your day to leave one!!! <333

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day 9/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘But here we are tonight, drunk by the firelight’ - FINNEAS, Another Year | fluff-suggestive | jj maybank x fem!reader

“You know we have a couch, right? It’s, like, right behind you.”

You chuckle, not bothering to look away from the fire that you’re lounging in front of, laid on your side. “I’m warm.”

“You’re weird. Look like a dog,” JJ mutters. His toe prods your butt. 

“Quit your bitchin’ and come lie with me,” you reply. JJ doesn’t take much convincing. Sighing, he joins you on the blanket on the floor. His arm hooks over your waist as he moulds his body against yours. You smile as you feel him nuzzle his head against the back of your head. 

“So…Why the floor?”

“I like watching the fire,” you hum, staring in a daze at the flames in the fireplace. The red and amber lap like waves against the brick, smoke billowing up into the chimney. 

“Said like an arsonist,” JJ murmurs. You gently elbow him in the chest. He laughs. You smile. God, you could stay like this forever. 

The living room is dark save for the fire and the twinkling glow of Christmas tree lights. The red LEDs flash soothingly against the wall from the tree’s corner. Along the dusty mantle of the fireplace are stockings, one for each one of the Pogues, including yourself. Yours hangs close beside JJ’s, as if emulating the relationship the two of you share. The wine you’ve been sipping throughout the evening gives an enchanting fuzz to the evening; makes your mind buzzy in the nicest of ways, like a radio tuned into your favourite station. Your wine glass sits before you on the hardwood floor. JJ sighs contently against your skin. 

“This is pretty cozy,” he admits. 

“Knew you’d like it,” you say. “Where’s everyone at?”

“Pope and Cleo are at the Heyward’s place; Sarah and John B are out on some mushy-crap date, and Kie’s helping out at the Wreck. Apparently there’s some big Christmas dinner for some Kook bull-shit company happening tonight.”

“So…We’re home alone, huh?” you innocently wonder, smiling knowingly. 

JJ presses a kiss against the soft skin of your neck. “All alone.”

You snuggle back against him and reach for his hand, intertwining his fingers with your own. The room is quiet save for JJ’s steady breathing synchronising with your own, and the fire crackling in the background. Your eyes flit away from the fire to instead survey the tree. It��s decorated in a way that would make a showman want to cry: mismatching baubles hung without rhyme or reason; strings of beads and dried fruit; ribbons tethered randomly to certain branches; and a wonky star on top. But you’d decorated it as a family, the seven of you, drinking spiked eggnog and mulled cider, snacking on popcorn and peppermint candies. The memories entwined in the branches like the fairy lights make it mystifyingly beautiful. Your eyes hone in a certain ornament. It’s a ceramic baby Jesus, lying in his manger, the paint flaking and a chip missing by his nose. In your tipsy thoughts, you can’t help but wonder. 

“Do you believe Jesus Christ was born to save us?” you ask JJ. 

“Hell of a question.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know,” JJ says. You somehow know he isn’t done speaking. “I guess so. I mean, I believe he was born to guide us. Teach us and stuff.”

“Mm. I like that,” you smile. “I think that’s an awful lot of pressure for a baby; being told you’re here to save mankind.”

“Wasn’t he, like, a newborn? Don’t think he was told that from the get-go,” JJ thinks aloud. 

“He’s half-God, JJ. He probably had that thought inputted into him before he was put in Mary’s stomach.”

“Do you think he was ever sperm?”

“Ew!”

“I’m just saying!”

“JJ, that is so gross…and possibly blasphemous.”

“I’m a loyal disciple. That means I can’t be blasphemy-ey,” JJ argues. 

“Don’t think that’s how it works,” you snigger. JJ tickles at your sides and you squeal, kicking lightly at his legs. 

“Wanna say that again, oh Holy one?”

“Stop it! Stop it!” you giggle, squirming out of his hold. He lets up on the tickling but wraps his arm tighter around you, pulling you back against him with a laugh. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he rhetorically asks, lips ghosting by your ear. 

“I yearn for the flames,” you deadpan. JJ snorts. He presses a kiss to the lobe of your ear, then another to the sensitive skin just behind. Your eyes slip shut, grin melting into a satisfied smile. 

“Sure you do,” he mumbles between his kisses. His fingers massage at your stomach through your t-shirt. You become keenly aware of how close he is to you; every inch of skin of his that’s pressed to yours. It’s laughable how little effort it takes for him to rile you up. “My little freaky arsonist.”

“Says you,” you quip, conviction lost with your breath. One of your hands loops over his body, fingers looping through his hair as if urging him to stay close. His fingers slip under your shirt, the pads of his digits skimming over your tummy, toasty from the fire. 

“Mm,” JJ groans. His lips torture your neck, teeth nipping as if to tempt at breaking the skin, his tongue lapping over it after as if to soothe like an ointment. You sigh out, eyes slipping shut, body rocking back against him. God, you could stay like this forever. “You’re so warm.”

You let out a giggle as his fingers accidently tickle your sides, grazing past as he pulls your t-shirt up. JJ sniggers against your neck. The two of you are bewitched before the fire, painted in ruby red and mellow yellow. 

“So, so warm…”

Somewhere in the haze, your t-shirt is joined by JJ’s. They lie, tossed, at the bottom of the tree. You finally turn over to face him. His eyes are half-lidded, lips swollen and pink and wet, and you smile dopily at him. The kiss he plants to your lips is hot enough to battle the flames of the fire. It sparks you alight. Your hands cup at his face, paw at his throat, pulling him in closer and closer. He hooks a leg over your body and you roll onto your back. 

“So…” he murmurs against your lips. His teeth nip at your lower lip and he tugs just-so. Your eyes roll back into your head. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he finishes his sentence with a whisper. “Hot.”

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day 10/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘I’m gonna find my girl underneath the mistletoe and kiss by candlelight’ - Shakin’ Steves, Merry Christmas Everyone | fluff | jj x fem!reader

“Wait, wait!”

You stumble to a stop, frowning in confusion. In your arms are a stack of Christmas decorations that you’d retrieved from the attic; they’re a muddle of baubles and ornaments and tinsel disorganised into various boxes, precariously stacked atop of one another. Glancing over your shoulder, you only just catch JJ approaching before he’s in front of you. His hand barely cups your elbow as if to keep you in place, and you’re not unpleasantly surprised as he dips his head to kiss you. It’s short and tender like pastry dough. His lips are sweet from the candies all of you had been main-lining into your bodies throughout the Christmas decorating process. Your eyes slip shut on instinct and you let out a content hum, feeling your lips curl into a smile. JJ pulls away and stands before you, smiling. 

“O-kay?” you murmur, amused, befuddled. 

“Traditions and all that,” JJ shrugs.

It could be the lighting, altered by the plethora of Christmas lights hung from every square inch of the house, but you swear there’s a blush on his cheeks. It’s adorable. Wait? Traditions? JJ glances up at the ceiling and you follow his gaze. Sure enough, hung by a brutal nail, in the archway of the entrance to the room, is mistletoe. 

“Since when were you into traditions?” you wonder, meeting his eyes once more. 

“Since I bagged the prettiest girl in Kildare.”

“Aw,” you tease, revelling in his bashfulness that he hides behind rolling eyes.

One of the boxes comes loose, and you struggle to keep everything in balance. JJ helps, taking on some of the strain, and the two of you carry through the decorations into the living room. 

It isn’t until later, when you’re wandering back through to the house towards the attic, that you notice the mistletoe again. As you pass under it, you smile to yourself. But then you stutter to a stop. Pausing beneath it, frowning, you squint and study the sprigs of leaves above you. 

“JJ?” you call. 

“Yeah?”

“Can you come here?”

You hear bounding footsteps on the hardwood floors as he approaches. “Yeah?” he asks, now by your side. You point up at the 'mistletoe'. 

“Is that weed?”

When he doesn’t answer, you glance at his face to find an irreverent smile on JJ’s handsome face. There’s little embarrassment as he admits, “I have no idea what mistletoe fuckin’ looks like.”

Laughing, you shake your head. Taking one last look at the cannabis-induced mistletoe, you push onto your toes, cradle his face, and give him a kiss square on the lips. You can feel JJ’s smile on your lips, perking you up like the spreading of season joy. After that, the two of you go back to retrieving decor for the rest of the group, stopping every time you come under JJ’s own unique take on mistletoe to plant a kiss. Right there and then, the two of you form a new, long-lasting tradition.

[featherandferns]

I agree so much!! I feel like season 1 and season 2 were so much better at digging into the emotional implications and sides of things. It was more grounded in that sense.

I am sorry to write this but I simply don’t think the creators are capable of writing the Pogues mourning JJ in any meaningful way that would be satisfying to watch. They proved time and time again that they don’t care to show us any emotional depth of those characters. It was always about the next adventure.

-how’s Kiara feeling about the betrayal of her parents when they sent her away?

-how are Sarah and John B dealing with the death of their fathers?

-how are JJ and Kiara feeling about nearly drowning? JJ especially, since Kiara was ready to go down with him?

- how’s JJ doing emotionally, being in a relationship with someone he (in his mind) didn’t deserve to be with? Someone he always thought was way to good for him?

Those are just a few examples of things that weren’t shown to us at all.

I just don’t think the creators have the mental capacity to write any of that. And so they probably won’t do justice to the story they set up for themselves for season 5. The death of a close family member is extremely hard and those are very young characters. And yes, I say family member because JJ wasn’t just a friend to them. They grew up together, lived together, were very codependent with each other and also went through a lot together. Their connection went way beyond a simple friendship.

I am so scared the season 5 will be a huge let down for the already upset fans.

[featherandferns]

day 8/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘Tell me baby, do you recognise me? Well, it’s been a year, it doesn’t surprise me’ - Wham!, Last Christmas | angst | jj maybank x ex!kook!fem!reader

The country club was donned in green and gold. Every room had at least two Christmas trees, trimmed with golden tinsel and ruby red decor and designer baubles and ornaments. Garlands were wound around the staircases and intricate paper chains that looked as though angels themselves might have created them hung in every room around the window frames. It was dark outside and cold with December chills but the building shone like the northern star. JJ couldn’t care less though. The jazz covers of Christmas classics were nothing more than buzzing in his ear. The strong smell of champagne and cinnamon and dried orange and roasted chestnuts were nauseating. The whimsical, warm glow of the fairy lights only fuelled the fire in his heart. The fire that started to burn the moment he laid his eyes on you. 

You’re sitting at the dinner table dressed in an emerald green glittery dress. Your hair falls in perfect ringlets around your beautiful face, flawless from blemish. A face that haunts JJ’s dreams. A face that’s now nothing more than a phantom of his memories. The ruby red lips lift with an easy smile and you laugh melodically at something Kelce says. And then JJ watches as your hand sinks onto Topper’s like falling snow, softly enveloping his hand with yours, and JJ can almost feel the warmth of your palm on his skin. Remembers how it felt to have your fingers trace his face, sweeping over his cheeks like he was something expensive. Like he was something valuable to you. 

“Merry Christmas,” JJ smiles. 

You gasp angelically as he offers out a small box. It’s wrapped in blue and silver paper. There’s a wonky bow that’s fighting to stay stuck atop of the gift. It’s nothing impressive but JJ took his time whittling the ornament that you carefully retrieve. Your smile is one of awe as you take in the intricate design. He’s mesmerised by your eyes as they trace over the wooden angel; the Christmas tree lights reflect on your irises. 

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper. There’s something in the look that you lay onto JJ that has his heart stirring. He feels like a pre-teen having his first kiss all over again when you lean over to kiss him on his tattered old sofa. His hands go clammy and his cheeks grow warm and his heart wants to break and beat right out of his chest. Your breath is warm and sweet from candy as you quietly speak a hair’s width from his lips. “Thank you. I’ll treasure it forever.”

The tray in his hands feels light as a feather as JJ stands and stares. He keeps his distance from you - has been all night - and watches from across the room, stealing glances, trying to see if you’ve noticed him. Trying to see if you care. A part of him is angry. He feels cheated. Hell, he was. A part of him wants to march right up to you and force you to meet his gaze. To ask you if you recognise him, in some rhetorical quip. After all, it’s been a year - it wouldn’t surprise him. 

But there’s a longing there too. It lingers as JJ does his rounds of the tables of the country club’s Christmas party, as he tops up champagne flutes with the fizzy wine. An urge to ask you if you remember last Christmas. If you remember the handmade present and the sleepless nights and the tryst-filled mornings and the conversations that roamed far and wide in topic and scope. If you remember how it felt to be seen and to see him, and if you remember the feeling of the walls breaking down from kook to Pogue, until you were nothing more than a boy and a girl, falling in love. At least, that’s what he thought. Now, watching you sit pretty as a Magnolia in May, decorated like some gingerbread house, giggling and grinning amongst your peers in their designer threads: now it feels laughable to think that JJ Maybank had fallen in love with you. It’s hysterical that he thought you might be able to love him too. 

But as JJ walks past party-goers dressed in his work attire, he loses himself in a daydream. One of you rising from your seat and seeking him out in the corridors. He can practically smell your perfume as your hand reaches for his cheek; can recall the feel of your cool rings against his skin as you guide his lips to yours. If you kissed him tonight without an apology, JJ knows deep down how easily he’d fall under that spell again. 

His friends were right. Pogues and Kooks don’t belong together. To save himself from tears, he oughta give his heart to someone more fitting. Not just that - he oughta give his heart to someone special. 

Your eyes finally catch JJ’s. He can’t help but freeze. He holds your gaze. His lips don’t move, staying steady set in their half-frown, and he waits. Waits for some flash of recognition. Some flash of understanding. Of sympathy, for him having to see you with your kook boyfriend on what was almost the anniversary of what JJ had once marked as the most treasured day of his life. JJ stands still and unchanging as he watches your eyes break away from his gaze. They latch back onto someone sitting across the table from you. He feels as if he’s hallucinating as you laugh at something someone says. He feels like he’s the butt of the joke.

To think, he thought you were someone to rely on. Maybe all JJ had ever been was a shoulder for you to cry on. A vessel for you to pour your worries and fears into, of living a life lacking in adventure and passion. It seems to him, standing here in the country club, a waiter and an attendee, that you’re rather comfortable in your world. A world that JJ would never be a part of. A world that he never would want to be a part of, either. 

“Screw this,” JJ mumbles. He ditches the bottle of champagne on some random table and ignores the complaints of the guests. He nudges his way through the gaggles of guests until he gets to the door. Screw this and screw you. He’ll find someone else. Maybe, one day, he will. 

As he’s about to pass through the doorway towards the staff room, JJ falters. Sighing, hanging his head, he can’t help but take one last look to your table. 

You’re looking right at him. His lips part in surprise. 

There’s a heaviness in your eyes. A sadness, deep and longing, that tugs on his heart just as it would have done a year ago. Back when JJ knew you. Your lips part as if you might mouth something. But then they close and you purse them together. Instead, you just stare at him. And somehow, someway, JJ knows what that look means. Last Christmas was a thing of the past; as fickle and passing as a Hallmark movie. JJ gives a subtle nod and turns away, and he pushes open the door to the staff room, closing it on your world. 

He’ll try and look for someone more fitting. Maybe he will find someone who suits his life and who makes sense in his poverty stricken, abuse-soaked life. But they’ll never be as special as you were.

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🤭🤭🤭 so cute!!!

"can we please go?" - jj m.

summary: jj, ever the hormonal young adult, cant wait long enough for the two of you to get home from a party at the boneyard.

set: a short time after the pogues return from south america, probably between the 18 month time jump of s3 and s4. however, for my sanity, and some of yours, s4 doesnt exist.

pairing: jj maybank x pogue!reader

warnings: jj begging(?), horny/clingy jj, foreshadowing to sex.

if theres any others feel free to comment them!

the party at the boneyard, which now seemed like an annual occurrence had been in full swing for a couple of hours. the sun had fallen well below the horizon, the moonlight providing just enough light for the inexperienced —now drunk— tourons and some tipsy locals to move around without bumping into one another.

the seven pogues had split up somewhat early into the party. jj was currently hanging around some of his surfer friends, laughing and joking about . pope and cleo relished in their time where the other pogues were distracted to walk along the shore together.

kiara was sat on a log, talking to a random touron girl who you and sarah had both urged her to go talk to, teasing her about always sulking at home, being the last single one of the group. after some reluctance and continuous badgering from you, she agreed.

john b had distanced himself slightly, still rightfully sulking over his fathers passing during their return from south america. sarah had regularly gone to check on him, making sure he was okay before going back to where you stood, continuing the previously halted conversation.

jj glanced around the party, moving to fix the clasp of the flimsy shark tooth necklace that has somehow survived through everything the young adult had been through during the past two-ish years as his eyes landed on you. the boy bit the inside of his cheek as he shamelessly let his eyes wander down your body.

a pink spaghetti strapped top, the hem of which stopped right above your diaphragm, overlayed with a white knitted halter top. a blue ankle length skirt hung low on your waist with a small silver belt serving as a contrast to your gold dangly earrings, a mix of dainty silver and gold necklaces of different lengths hanging around your neck.

jj bit the inside of his cheek, watching your boobs bounce slighty as you laugh along to a joke sarah said, taking a sip of the beer in your grasp. he cleared his throat as he looked down at his feet, dragging a hand through this messy blonde locks, before placing his signature red cap backwards on his head.

"yo jj," one of his friends, james, slapped the back of his shoulder to grab his attention. "you good?" the boy asked, furrowing his eyebrows as jj looked up from the ground. jj cleared his throat once more, trying to will away the waver he knew would be there as soon as he spoke.

"yeah, uhm. im good man." the blonde nodded, dapping james up and waving a lazy hand to the others near him, "im gonna go, hit me up this weekend." jj spoke, fixing his shorts and rolling his shoulders back, weaving through the crowd as he made his way towards you.

you stumbled forward slightly as jj wrapped his arms around your shoulders, cradling his head down and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "hi mama," he mumbled below your ear, raising his eyebrows at sarah as a form of greeting.

you placed a hand on his forearm, holding it as you rolled your eyes playfully at sarah. "hi baby. you okay?" you asked, smiling at sarah as she excused herself to 'find john b.' you sighed, leaning back ever so slightly as jj began peppering soft kisses onto your neck and along your collarbone.

"can we go home?" he muttered in between kisses. you laughed softly, turning to face him as his lips detached from your soft skin. jjs eyes naturally wandered to your chest, which was more accentuated as it pressed against his.

you snapped your fingers near his face, "eyes up here, maybank." you smiled as his eyes eventually flickered up to yours, his arms loosely wrapping around your waist. he let out a soft whine, "please baby? this.." he huffed out a heavy breath, forcing his eyes to stay locked on yours. "this outfit.. definitely one of your best. can we please go?" he asked with pleading eyes.

you tilted your head with a smirk playing at your lips, "but the party only started a while ago, you dont have friends to catch up with?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck and watching as he bit the inside of his cheek softly in thought.

he eventually shook his head. the boy didnt have a valid reason whatsoever, he just wanted to spend some 'quality time' with you, away from the others of course. "they can wait. this cant baby." he said, motioning towards them, then towards you and him with his finger.

you sighed as you looked around at the party. sure, you were having fun after going through weeks, if not months of hell with the entire el dorado situation, and the entire 'being hunted for weeks' situation.

you looked back at jj, whos eyes hadn't moved from your features. with a soft sigh, you silently agreed, taking a hold of his hand and leading him to the twinkie which was parked on the side of the street. jj moved to wrap his arms around your shoulders as you walked the both of you to the twinkie. "i love you much, yknow that?" he whispered into your ear.

just as you went to talk, he interrupted once more. "not for this. trust me, its a perk alright, but i love you for you." he kissed your neck softly. "i love you for how you treat me," he sucked lightly. "i love you for how you treat our friends like family." he swiped his tongue over the small bruise.

"i just love you."

a/n: this is my first ever fic on tumblr so pls be nice. or dont 😭

[featherandferns]

sorry for the delay in the christmas countdown uploads! I have been insanely busy lately and completely wiped out at the end of the day!!! <3

[featherandferns]

Since I read “risk” now I’m hooked with all your fics and I must tell you that I really love the way you write <3

thank u!!!!! I love risk and can honestly see myself adding to that series more, with more settled jj x reader stuff as a team (like a classic pogue! x kook! combo just worked into the plot of the show hehehehe). But thank u so much for reading my stuff and enjoying them!!! <33

[featherandferns]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡♡

Your cook with every single fic and I devour the whole thing each time 😎

thank u thank u thank u!!!! <333333 may your pillow be cold on both sides <3

[featherandferns]

Pleaseeee Make A Dad!Jj & Mom!Y/n Trope You Will Absolutely Nail It 😮‍💨😮‍💨😍😍

ahhhh I'm gonna be so so honest, I rly rly want to. I had a previous request about jj's internal fears about being a father and they have a child and him tackling them - I really really want to write that, but I don't think I'll have chance to until the new year.

BUT keep an eye out ;)

[featherandferns]

What is ur favorite jj x fem reader series bc i need some recommendations!!!!

ummm here's a list of recommendations that I have stacked up but I haven't updated it in a while! I haven't read a lot of series to be completely honest but there's some very very talented people on here!!!

sorry for the delayed reply!!!

here are the lists!

[featherandferns]

Hi idk if your requests are still open but I’d love for a JJ X Reader taking place at the end of season 4 (where the thing doesn’t happen… yk.) where he has a moment where he realizes reader is the love of his life and he has to get shit shit together so he ends up proposing with his mothers old ring or something cheesy cute like that?

ahhhh stop so so cute I love this sm

I think I might combine a few of these season 4 obx requests into one big ol' fic for the new year!!! thank u!!! <333

[featherandferns]

day 7/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘I’ll take you for a ride, I’ll be your vixen’ - Sabrina Carpenter, A Nonsense Christmas | smut/suggestive (MDNI) | jj maybank x fem!reader

“Girl. If JJ don’t wanna fuck you, then I will,” Kiara plainly says, combing her fingers through your hair. 

“Yeah, I’m with Kie. If this boy doesn’t appreciate the effort then we’re beating his ass,” Sarah agrees. 

“I don’t look stupid?” you worry, meeting their gaze in the mirror. 

“You look hot,” Kiara insists. You dab on more red lipstick and blend it out with your finger, scared it looks silly. You rarely wear such masses of make-up; there’s little point, living out in Kildare. Nine times out of ten, you end the day in the sea. Kiara finishes toying with your hair and fluffs it so it sits around your face, framing your features enticingly. Sarah is nodding enthusiastically. Your eyes scan your reflection. 

Adorning your figure is a crimson red babydoll. Faux fur outlines the top lining of the cups, brushing against your cleavage. Two pull-strings hang from the centre, with white pom-poms on the end that mimic those on Santa’s hat. It’s lace and hangs just past your ass, trimmed on the hem with white fur. A dainty thong ties everything together. It’s unfamiliar seeing yourself so dolled up but not unwelcome; you think you look pretty sexy, to be honest. JJ doesn't need all the fuss and feathers to get him going but you wanted to give him a special Christmas treat. A rush of confidence blows over you as you let your eyes take in your completed look. 

Kiara’s buzzing phone has everyone’s attention turning to her. After reading the message, she tells you, “Cleo said her and JJ are nearly done hanging up the lights. They’ll be back in the house soon.”

Sarah squeals excitedly and you chuckle at the ludicrousy of the situation. Your closest girl friends helping you get dressed up for your guy to fuck you; that’s girl hood in a unique, wonderful nutshell. 

“You guys better go,” you tell them as they’re already heading for the door. 

“You look hot. You are hot,” Kiara reminds you pointedly as they leave the room. Sarah giggles a ‘good luck’ before they slip out the room, leaving you to sit in amusement, shaking your head. The door now closed, you go about setting the mood in the bedroom. Low, jazz music with a festive flare; scented candles and tea-lights lining the dressers and desk; swiping crinkles out of the bedsheets and pulling the blinds closed on the already darkening day. Then, you perch yourself delicately on the edge of the bed and wait in anxious anticipation for JJ to come back from the tackle-and-bait shop, where Cleo had been distracting him with Christmas decorating. 

You hear the door to the adjoining bathroom open five or so minutes later. 

“JJ?” you call. Your heartbeat picks up just at the thought. 

“Yo. I’m back,” he calls back. You hear the bathroom tap running as he presumably washes his hands. From where you sit, you can just make out a glimpse of his body; dressed in a flannel hooded overlayer and shorts. “Dude, that wind out there is gettin’ crazy. It’s cold as hell.”

“You’re cold?” you wonder, rising to your feet. Antsy, you find yourself moving about until you’re leaning against the bedpost at the foot of the bed. 

“Hell yeah,” JJ replies. 

“I think I can help warm you up,” you tell him, biting back your smile. The tap finally shuts off and JJ wanders into the doorway. His head is hung, focused on drying his hands on the towel, and you wait in bated breath for him to look up. 

“Oh really? I mean, I could definitely do with–”

JJ’s words die on his tongue. You can’t help but smile at the stunned look on his face. His eyes shamelessly consume your body, running over every inch of skin, lingering on your tits. His lips part in a daze until they finally find words. 

“Holy fuck.”

Your body flushes with white hot heat. Fiddling with the edge of the babydoll, you cock your head and smile enticingly. 

“Merry Christmas.”

As if those were the magic words he was waiting for, JJ drops the towel to the bedroom floor and crosses the room to you in three easy steps. You giggle as he grabs possessively at your hips, his eyes unable to stay still on one part of you, especially your eyes, no matter how hard he tries. His lips press to yours in a fiery kiss, his bulge already pressing against your leg. 

“What’s this?” he murmurs, grinning. 

You shrug cooly. “An early Christmas gift.”

“Oh really?” he hums, his brows raising in approval. A shiver runs through you as his fingers trace your upper thigh, just under where the babydoll ends. JJ dips his head, his forehead brushing against yours, and he lets out a dark chuckle. His voice is low as he asks, “A Christmas gift for me, huh?”

“All for you,” you whisper. 

“I get to unwrap it?” JJ wonders, a sly smile on his face as his fingers toy with the elastic of your panties. 

Your eyes are innocent and doe-like as you guilelessly tell him, “you get to do anything you want to it.”

Something flashes across his face; twinkles in his eyes. His smirk is there and gone in a blink before his hands are picking you up, grabbing you at the ass and hoisting you into the air and into his arms. You gasp and giggle as JJ playfully tosses you on your back onto the bed, quick to climb atop of you, crowding you with his presence. His lips are on your neck, your collarbones, ghosting over your bulging breasts in the bralette. 

“You like it?” you ask breathlessly, knowing full well the answer. 

In between kisses, as JJ’s fingers fiddle with the button fastening the babydoll at the front, his reply is plain and simple. “Best Christmas present ever.”

It’s safe to say, everybody knew you weren’t sleeping that night - not just santa. 

[featherandferns]

day 6/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘Bless us all, who gather here. The loving family I hold dear’ - ‘Tiny Tim’, Bless Us All | fluff | jj x fem!reader

Preparing Thanksgiving dinner was jumbled, joyous chaos in the Pogue household. Roles were delegated and then completely ignored. Plans were laid-out before being woefully cast aside. The house smelt of cooking with a tinge of burning. Fingers stunk of vegetables and spices and beer and wine from the constant flow of drinks. Pope was in charge of the turkey: he’d studied the temperatures and the times and techniques and the tips. He had apparently mastered the science of cooking the bird to perfection. Nobody dared get in his way for fear of being plucked and basted next. Cleo was working on the sauces. Any sauce you can think of, and some that you probably can’t. Cranberry and apple and Jamaican hot. John B was on the yams and potatoes, and Kiara on carrots and sprouts. JJ? He was working pretty damn hard at nailing the stuffing. You and Sarah were on the desserts. The pumpkin pie was cooking in the oven and the two of you had now taken to decorating cupcakes with sprinkles, methodically placing each individual one atop of the wonky frosting. Christmas music hummed from the crackly speaker and chatter overlapped through the kitchen, broken up with laughter from time to time. 

When everything was on the hob and in the oven, new jobs were taken on. John B and Sarah were the pot washers and Pope and Cleo, the dryers. Kiara was readying the serving dishes and keeping a watchful eye on the pots to ensure nothing bubbled over. In the dining room, around the extended table, was you and JJ. He was carrying the plates in one arm and laying them out in everyone’s spot, and you were following behind with the cutlery and napkins. 

“So, what’re you grateful for?” JJ asks you. Someone laughs in the kitchen. You carefully line up a fork beside a knife. 

“Y’know. The usual. Sun, seltzers and sex,” you reel. JJ sniggers. “You?”

“My sexy girlfriend?”

“Damn straight,” you grin, catching his eye. The two of you continue setting the table. 

“Seriously, though. Any corny crap you’re grateful for?” JJ wonders. It doesn’t take much thought. 

“The fact that we finally got our home. After all the shit thrown at us, and all the wild goose chasing…We finally got it,” you quietly reply. 

“Shit. That’s a good one,” JJ smiles. He lays the last plate. You feel him watching you as you lay the cutlery beside it. “I think I’m thankful for having you. Sticking by me, y’know? No matter what.”

Your brows tug together as you look up at him. Your voice is sincere and heavy with trust as you say, “course. I’ll always stick by you.”

JJ presses his lips to yours and you smile into the kiss. 

“Dinner time, horn-dogs!” John B whoops. The two of you break apart with a roll of your eyes. 

“Way to kill the mood, JB,” JJ mutters, begrudgingly walking around the table to his seat. 

“What? Were you two just gonna do it on the table?” Kiara sarcastically wonders. She’s carrying a large serving dish filled to the brim with steaming veg. 

“Was thinking about it. I’m feelin’ really thankful for tables. And tits.”

“JJ, gross,” Pope cringes.

He’s followed by Cleo and Sarah who carry various plates and bowls. Pope carries the turkey, hands protected by oven mitts. Your mouth waters at the smell, eyes growing two sizes larger like a Looney Tunes character at the sight of the golden bird. 

“Hell freakin’ yeah,” JJ grins, clapping his hands together and rubbing loudly. 

You take your seat beside Sarah, Kiara opposite you. JJ sits at the head of the table. Pope carefully lowers the turkey to the table and the six of you sit, staring in awe, mouths hanging open. Compliments and praises and thanks are passed from person to person before landing in Pope’s ears. You had to hand it to him: he knew his stuff. 

“I’m so hungry,” Sarah sighs, reaching for the serving spoon wedged beneath the potatoes. 

“Same!” Kiara mumbles, grabbing for the tongs by the yams. 

“All our hard work paid off,” Cleo remarks in her thick accent. 

“Hey, hey, hey! We haven’t said grace yet!” JJ loudly reminds. 

Everybody groans but nobody complains. JJ holds his hand out to you and you take it with a smile. His hand clutches yours warmly. Sarah takes your right hand and you hang your head and close your eyes. 

“Let her rip, JJ,” John B prompts. It was a tradition for JJ to make the pre-dinner prayer. You were only mildly surprise to learn of JJ’s dedication to his religion. It shone through in subtle ways, like the light refracted from a disco ball. But it was sweet and admirable. He’d take the time to pray. Thanked God when something happened that he saw as a blessing. Showed gratitude for the smallest of moments. 

JJ clears his throat pointedly, causing a few of you to chuckle. He squeezes your hand gently before beginning. 

“Dear Lord. We thank you for this delicious Thanksgiving meal we’re all about to fuckin' demolish.”

You all laugh and it melts away like snow in spring. JJ's voice shines bright as he speaks.  

“Bless us all, who gather here. This loving - all-be-it - weird family we have. My family, that I hold dear, as you know. We ask you to lead us to the light and to let us always love each other. To let us hear the voice of reason, to help us run from anger, and to catch us when we fall. Teach us in our dreams. Be kind to those who don’t have a loving, weird family, or a meal like this. Be kind to those in war and famine. Be kind to those who aren't. We reach for you and we stand tall. And in our prayers and dreams, we ask you, bless us all.”

You’re surprised you have enough breath to murmur, “amen.” Your eyes feel damp, moved with emotion, as you open them. Everyone shares loving, understanding smiles with one another. Hands slip away and latch onto cutlery, but you find yours reaching for JJ’s hand. You guide his knuckles to your lips and you hold his gaze as you plant a quick, caring kiss. He smiles at you. A blush teases at his cheeks. What a man - a man who you get to love, loud and proud, and a man who loves you back. 

“I love you,” you mouth. His smile grows. He nods, murmurs it back, and you let his hand go. JJ takes a deep breath as he grounds himself back in the room. 

“Alright, Pope. You gonna carve that damn bird or what?” he declares.

The group hollers and whoops in agreement and Pope laughs, getting to his feet. As he slices into the juicy meat, your eyes scan the table. You can’t help but feel as though JJ hit the nail on the head in his prayer. Because you're here in the company of those who you love and you know that you belong. And what more could a girl need?