#babydaddy!jj

[obxcc]

jj maybank was chronically horny. it’s why puppy’s entire relationship with him worked so well— they wanted to fuck each other. and if their friends thought it was bad , they had a whole other thing coming whenever you were pregnant.

there was hardly a moment throughout your pregnancy that jj wasn’t feeling you up ; massaging your shoulders , holding your bump , foot rubs , anything. and every single time without fail , whatever massage he was giving you always ended up with his face in between your thighs before he was sliding into you and filling you with his cum.

“not like you can get knocked up again,” he’d chuckle breathlessly , watching his cum pool out of you before brining his fingers to your fucked out entrance to start the cycle all over again.

[princessbrunette]

babydaddy!jj would be so soft l!! I think even if you guys weren’t officially together, he’d insist on you too living together. yanno… to save money and support each other and totally not so he can you underneath him anytime you need to unwind

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oooofff jj eventually moving you in together, ‘for the babies sake’. but its because he’s obviously head over heels for you still (as are you, but you’re still being stubborn) and he just wants to prove himself. he can’t believe he got you to agree to it, but when you do — he does everything he can to make your life easier.

thinking specifically about him picking up double shifts at his linecook job to make you a little extra money, coming home at night when the babies in bed asleep and you’re in the kitchen cleaning up in your little night gown :( he’s all greasy in that white tshirt and backwards cap, looking too good for your liking as he leans against the kitchen island making conversation with you.

“she been alright with the whole teething thing?” he watches you as you continue to wipe down the surfaces, doing everything in your power to not look at him.

“mhm. a little bit of fussing today but i think it’s settling down.” you answer and he nods, fixing his hat as he rounds the counter slowly.

“and uh, what about you? you all good? any stress you wanna tell me about?” he looms over you and you freeze up a little for a second before continuing to wipe the same spot over and over.

“uh… i’m good.” it comes out in a whisper and he smirks.

“thats bull.” he nearly laughs and you turn to look up at him, all guilty and doe eyed. “look, this is why i moved in with you, right? i’mma take all that stress away, mama. just let me.” his eyes dart between yours and you stare unsurely.

“…really?”

“mmmhm.” he hums, low in his throat. “you forget that i know you. inside out. you tellin’ me you’d say no to some head right now? ‘cus… i’on know ‘bout you but i missed having my head b’tween this pretty mamas thighs.”

you let out a shaky breath, one you didn’t know you was holding.

“jay.” you warn in a whine and he places his hands on your hips, massaging the skin you didn’t even know felt sore and tired until he did.

“c’mon. how ‘bout i get you creamin’ on these fingers, i make you a little snack, and then you get some good sleep. m’not workin’ tomorrow so… i got the mornin’ shift at home. you can sleep in.” his eyes dart between yours and you feel your knees nearly buckle if it wasn’t for him holding you. your eyes fill with tears and you nod, unable to even speak at the sheer amount of relief you felt.

“yeah? aw don’t cry. told you m’here to help you. not a liar, not last time i checked anyway.” he chuckles, leading you to the bedroom.

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[pintrestgrl]

love love love your cousin!jj x dawn but hear me outtt! babydaddy!jj?

oooooo yes. specifically he got u preg in hs n left right as he found out. he was a deadbeat who couldn’t get his shit tg but now he got a real grown up job n wants to see his kid.

likeee he comes to the house (he somehow found ur address that u don’t know how …) but he shows up n like as soon as u see him literally all the feelings start coming back

he manipulates u into letting him put his baby down n then literally u have the best fuck of ur life. literally scratching n pushing n slapping n punching the shit out of eachother meanwhile he all in ur guts woooooo

[starfxkrinc]

WHYYYYYYY IS THIS BABYDADDY!JJ

[enchantedstarfish]

John B stepping up when JJ doesn't? I love John b for that 😭🫶

BABYDADDY!JJ ✗ READER 𐙚

haii guys !! this is based off this ask :p

pairings ፧ babydaddy!jj ✗ reader

warnings ፧ violence , language , jj being a deadbeat :3 , mention of sex , reader being a homie hopper :333 , 🦄

just as you'd thought finally, babydaddy!jj would step up and try to at least be a father to your babygirl— just like that he was gone. you'd opened yourself up to him like a fool that night when he'd wandered on your doorstep, walking straight into his words like a mouse would a trap. he hadn't even stayed long enough to see your babygirl awake, long enough to see that she began to develop his features and she'd inherited those eyes that you fell in love with when you were young which seemed like a life time ago now, in a twisted way your happy he didn't. if he'd stayed for breakfast your sure that your daughter would then expect him everyday— he saved her the heartbreak.

it'd been a few months from then now, your baby girl had been developing rapidly in the past few months, growing and reaching new milestones every day. she'd recently hit the age where she'd began to babble, trying to form words and sounds. she'd even started crawling and taking her first few steps, albeit more of a stumbling than actual walking, but progress was progress, and you could hardly believe how fast she was growing.

she’d become a constant topic of conversation between you and john b- as he’d unexpectedly been around more often to see her and pitch in for diapers and formula, you saw him more than you saw your actual baby daddy. john b had showed up at your doorstep like his best friend— sharing the same traits and actions. but the brunette wasn't there to just sweet-talk you and fuck you then leave the moment it ended, he'd approached you with a box stuffed with all sorts of different pattern onesies aimlessly with sizes he'd thought fit your baby. from that day on it'd become a daily occurrence where john b was at your apartment, either laying a helping hand with your sweet girl or providing her resources.

everyone automatically assumed that you and john b had something going on, from the way he'd entered your apartment at four o'clock and left at eight o'clock— it raised suspicion from the cut, everyone who was associated with the pogues knew that you were jj's girl, his baby mama and someone that was meant to be left untouched like a piece of cake in a fridge full of hungry people. john b knew that. he'd heard and got first hand reality if anyone were to cross you in any way that the blonde wouldn't hesitate to resort to violence. , yet again the brunette was up in your apartment caring for you and your daughter. playing the daddy role.

it did something to you, the way john b cared and stepped up for your daughter. he'd been so soft and gentle with her, cautious since the moment he met her. you couldn't help but want to give him his own baby, you felt ashamed even giving attention to those thoughts that circled your head— if jj could have full access to anyone he wanted, why couldn't you? just because you bore his baby meant you were instantly off-limits to anyone? you weren't wrong for having a little fun. so yes, you did seduce him, and he didn't exactly reject you.

oh did jj catch you off guard. it’d been a long day, filled with the usual hustle and bustle that came with being a parent. you were tired and feeling rather worn out from all the emotional and physical exertions that came with caring for an infant. so you’d decided to have a movie night, settling in with the baby and john b. just the three of you, a nice and peaceful evening. till a knock that you swore caused trauma disturbed it. as those knocks at the door echoed throughout the four walls of your home, the movie being playing was muffled to a halt as your eyes and john b's shot to each other, both equally confused.

who would be trying to get your attention at this hour? at first, you thought it was nothing, that the wind must have knocked against the door but after a few more taps, there was no denying there was someone at your doorstep."i'll go get it. you just wait here with her." your friend spoke gently, giving you a soft smile, knowing that you were both puzzled.

he stands up and pads over to the door, his footsteps muffled against the carpet. he reaches for the handle with a furrowed brow, unsure of who could possibly be standing on the other side. the lock twists, and then he pushes the door open, and there he was. the same boy you'd been in love with since you were sixteen, the boy you shared a child with — jj maybank himself. his face was a mixture of emotions - surprised, angry, hurt. he looked tired too, like he hadn't slept properly in days. his eyes meet john b's, their gaze locked. there's a tense silence that hangs between them, a charged energy that fills the air.

your first instinct is to detach yourself from your cozy place on the couch, sensing the vibe becoming nasty. you see the drastic change on jj's face, his face becoming sour and envious, recognizing that dangerous glint in his eyes. you stand up with your baby on your hip, hurrying to set her down in her playpin then approaching the situation. "jj— what are you doing here?"

he looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. his eyes flick over your figure, taking in every detail of your appearance - the way your hair is tousled slightly from how you'd been laying on the couch, the way your top is slightly askew, exposing a bit of your collarbone. he narrows his eyes at your neck, his gaze lingering on the small mark on your skin that he knew hadn't been there before. he looks back up at your face, his jaw tense. “i could ask you the same thing.” he snaps.

you scoff, rolling your eyes at his audacity. you'd been doing it all on your own with little help from him, and now he's suddenly showing up and expecting you to explain yourself? you take a step forward, your eyes narrowing at him. "oh, so you want to act hurt now? where were you when i was up at two in the morning changing diapers and comforting our crying daughter, huh? where were you when she took her first steps, or when she said her first word? you weren't there, jj."

he bristles at your words, his lip curling in annoyance. he takes a step forward as well, closing the distance between you two. his jaw tenses and his eyes flash with something that looks a lot like guilt and regret. “yeah, so you get back at me with my best friend? proves your a fuckin' whore. real low mama.” he retorts, his voice raising slightly.

john b glares at jj, his eyes dark and angry. his protective instincts kick in, and he steps forward to stand between you and jj. "watch it maybank. she's not some side piece, she's your baby's mom. she hasn't had it easy at all." john b clenches his jaw, his body slightly tense as he stands his ground.

jj scoffs, his eyes narrowing at the sight of john b standing in front of him. his expression is almost feral, the sight of his best friend, his brother protecting the girl who he thought still belonged to him driving him insane. he takes another step forward, his chest heaving with anger. "that's the mother of my child, and your fuckin her?" he snaps, his voice dripping with jealousy and anger.

you watch the two of them, seeing the way they both glare at each other with so much anger it's almost tangible. you can feel the heat radiating off them both, the tension crackling in the air. you take a step forward, placing your hand on john b's back, trying to diffuse the situation. "stop it! just stop." you say firmly, your eyes flickering between the two boys.

john b doesn't back down, his eyes still fixed on jj with a stern expression. he feels your hand on his back and he relaxes a bit, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. jj, on the other hand, looks at you for a moment, his face softening momentarily before his expression hardens again. he takes a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "so, y'all together or what?" he asks quietly.

you can feel the tension in the room thicken. you swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. you look from jj to john b, the two boys standing opposite each other with their eyes locked, like they were in a standoff. you take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. you know that whatever you say next could make or break the situation, and you don't want to cause any more tension between the two of them. you look at jj, your eyes meeting his gaze. "what do you mean?" you ask quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. fully aware on what he meant.

he scoffs, the anger in his voice replaced by a hint of hurt and vulnerability. he doesn’t take his eyes off you, his gaze pinning you in place. “you know what i mean.” he pauses, taking a moment to collect himself and trying to rein in his jealously and anger. “are you with him?” john b stays silent, his eyes flickering between the two of you. he could feel the tension mounting, the silence becoming more potent. he doesn’t make any movement, waiting to see your response to jj’s question.

you can feel the weight of both boys' gazes on you, waiting for you to respond. the tension in the air is thick and palpable, and it's almost suffocating. you can sense the pain and hurt in jj's voice, the way his body language screams protectiveness. and then there's john b, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your answer to the question that could break the three of you apart. your mind races, trying to figure out the right thing to say — the only thing you can manage is a soft, quiet whimper, which escapes your lips involuntarily.

jj's expression falters for a moment at the sound, his eyes softening for a split second before hardening again. the sight of you, his girl, whimpering in front of him - it did things to him that he couldn't explain. he clenches his jaw, returning his focus back to the brunette in front of him. "would've never done this to you, never." he takes one last look to you before he's lunging at john b, who doesn't hesitate to return the favor back.

a gasp escapes your lips as jj lunges at john b, their bodies colliding with a loud thud. you're in shock, your mind racing as you watch them grapple with each other. their fists fly, and a mix of grunts and curses fill the air as they exchange blows. you're torn, a part of you wanting to intervene, but the other part paralyzed with fear. you take a step forward, your heart pounding in your chest. "stop it! jj stop! our baby is here!" you manage to say, your voice trembling with desperation.

but neither of them pay you any mind, too consumed in their own anger and frustration to listen to reason. they continue their brawl, fists flying and bodies crashing into furniture and walls. the sound of their fighting fills the air and you can't help but feel helpless a wave of helplessness washes over you as the boys get more violent by the second, with no signs of stopping.

the abrupt cry from your babygirl jolts the boys out of their anger and they both freeze, the sound of the baby's wails piercing through the air. they're both panting, sweat and blood staining their faces and clothes. they look at each other for a moment, the tension between them still thick, before turning their attention to the playpin where the baby's crying. the sound of your baby's cry is like a bucket of ice water being thrown on them, jj and john b freeze, their chests heaving as they slowly back away from each other, their fists raw and bloodied. "jesus christ." john b mutters, his eyes darting over to the cry of your baby girl.

you walk over to the play pin, your heart heavy with a mix of concern for both the boys and your little girl. you scoop your baby up into your arms, cradling her against your chest, whispering soothing words of comfort and trying to calm her down. "shh it's okay baby i'm here. mama's here. everything's going to be okay..." her soft little cries piercing through the room. she's probably been woken up from the loud noises of the fight, and she's scared and confused. you notice the moment that both boys stop their brawl, their attention shifting to the baby's wailing. she's still too young to understand what's going on, and you can tell she's scared. your heart breaks a bit at the sight of her crying, and the guilt and shame creeps up on you for allowing this to happen in front of her.

john b stands there, panting heavily as he watches you soothe the baby, guilt and remorse etched across his features. he can't help but feel responsible for this whole mess, and he knows that he should have stopped the fight sooner. he looks down at his bruised and bloodied knuckles, still clenched from the fight. "goddammit." he mutters, his voice hoarse. meanwhile jj just stands there, his eyes fixed on the baby, and then you. his heart is pounding in his chest, his mind racing. seeing his child being so scared and crying because of their stupidity, he's never felt more like garbage.

you look over at john b, your eyes pleading. "can you - can you just go? for a while." you say softly. "I need to talk with him." you point to jj with your free hand, still rocking your baby girl softly.

john b doesn't hesitate, he nods and slowly heads to the door, his shoulders slumping with guilt. he knows he should have stopped this from happening, but instead, he had only made things worse. "yeah, yeah I'll go." he mutters, his voice soft and filled with regret., leaving just you and jj in the now tense and quiet apartment.

you focus on the baby once john b goes, trying to soothe her with soft words and gentle rocking. it takes a few minutes but she eventually calms down, her cries subsiding into small hiccups. you sigh in relief, cradling her against your chest. the silence in the room is palpable now that you're left alone with jj, both of you knowing that the conversation you're about to have is long overdo.

after a while, your baby begins to make small coos and whimpers in your arms, reaching small, soft hands outward. her eyes are searching for something or someone. she squirms and fusses as if she wants you to set her down. as you start to realize what your baby wants, your breath catches in your throat. you look up at jj, who's just been watching from a distance until now, his face a mixture of hurt, confusion, and something that almost looks like longing. you shift towards the blonde, holding out his daughter toward him.

jj looks at you, his eyes wide with surprise. he's staring at you both with a mix of emotions. seeing the baby, his baby, squirming and fussing, it triggers something within him - something that he can't quite put into words. he's torn between anger, hurt, and this overwhelming sense of longing to hold her - to hold his child.his heart pounding in his chest. he takes a step forward hesitantly, as if afraid to touch her. but he can't resist the urge, and slowly, he reaches out a hand to take her from you. his fingers brush against her small, soft body, and he gasps softly as he holds her in his arms for the first time in a long time. "woah." he whispers, looking down at the baby with awe and wonder. "she's so small."

the baby's eyes focus on the man holding her, her tiny lips parting in a soundless 'oh'. she reaches her small hand out, gently touching his face, as if trying to understand who this giant is. she makes a small noise, not quite a cry but not quite a coo either, tilting her head to the side. the man seems to realize she's studying him, and he lets out a soft chuckle. "hi sweet girl, it's your daddy." he murmurs, his voice gruff but gentle. "sorry ya gotta see my face all beat up."

you watch the interaction between your baby and jj, a mix of emotions welling up inside you. seeing him with her, holding her in his arms, it's all so surreal. his face, normally so rough and guarded, is softened as he gazes down at her. tears prick at the corners of your eyes as a wave of feelings wash over you. love, regret, hope, and uncertainty all swirled together in a confusing mess. you swallow back a sob, trying to hold it together.

jj can sense the emotions radiating off of you. he looks back up at you, his expression shifting from adoration for his daughter to a more guarded one. he can tell that you're struggling with your own feelings, and a part of him wants to know what's going through your head. but another part of him is afraid to know. his eyes soften, and he gently rubs the baby's back, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on you. "ya mama is a crybaby like 'chu."he jokes gently.

a small, shaky laugh escapes your lips as you wipe away a stray tear that has managed to escape. "yeah," you choke out, your voice strained but trying to keep it light. "something like that." the sight of jj holding the baby in his arms, the way he was gently rubbing her back, it was both heartwarming and painful all at once. you wanted to step closer, to wrap your arms around them both, but you held yourself back. you knew there were still so many things unsaid between the two of you.

jj sees the way your body tenses, and he can tell you're holding yourself back. there's a part of him that wants nothing more than to pull you into his arms, to hold both you and his child close, but he knows that there's still so much to say, so much to work through before y'all can cross that bridge. the room is silent, except for the baby's soft coos and whimpers. jj gently bounces her back and forth, and she seems to be getting comfortable in his arms. he looks at you and sighs. "when ya gonna start bein' honest with me?"

your heart sinks at his question, you know he deserves the truth, but the idea of facing it all head-on makes your heart race. you look at him, your eyes locked with his, and you take a deep breath, tears threatening to fall again. "i just want you to be her daddy. just be her daddy." you admit, your voice cracking. you look at the baby, still clutched in his arms, and a wave of guilt washes over you.

jj's expression softens as he sees the tears pooling in your eyes. he takes a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks, his voice low and soft. "i am her daddy." he responds, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "i'm here now, aint' i?" he looks down at the baby, his daughter, his eyes full of love and affection.

just like that night so long ago, your crumbling into him. you lean into him and let him hold you.

jj feels your body sag against him, and he instinctively tightens his grip around you, holding you close to him. he whispers soothing words in your ear, his voice gruff but full of tenderness. "shh, i got you. i'm here." he rubs your back, his touch gentle and reassuring. he can feels the tears wetting his shirt, and he sighs, resting his chin on top of your head.

it's sooner or later that the baby falls asleep in his presence, and later so will you too once he's finished with you.

[maybejj]

social media au

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[bbyg4rl]

omg, i just had the most amazing thought ever ahahaha

baby daddy jj lifting reader's super pregnant belly to give her some relief from the weight!!!! i think it's just so sweet, i dont even know, sorry to bother you :')

noo dont be sorry i love yapping 😭 i love this thought too!!! baby daddy jj's been on my mind so much lately omg 😩

bc he'd totally do this! at random times too, just bc u need it so much.. first time he did it was probably a surprise yk he saw it on tiktok and thought oh let me try~ he'd just saunter over to you and lift your belly up 😭 no context AT ALL

and when he see's your reaction to it, its settled- he's doing it ALL THE TIME now, not that you're complaining.

He just gives off im gonna put my baby mama in a flower throne and take care of her like im her man-servant energy !!!

[outerhills]

just a taste 𐙚₊˚⊹♡

babydaddy!jj + babymama!reader

warnings: nipple play, lactation, mention of pregnancy

word count: 514

jj couldn't help but stare at the way your enlarged breasts sat in the tank top you wore, your nipples peeking through as the faint drops of milk drench little wet spots.

if he was a farmer, he would have milked you dry by now, but he wasn't sure if you'd even be into the idea. though, seeing you waddle around with his infant inside you, stomach blown up with your hair messily sitting on your head as if you hadn't cared for it in days, he couldn't help but be painfully hard in his boxers.

as you sat in the bed, putting pillows behind you to prop yourself up, he gently settled beside you, rubbing on your stomach as he kissed down your neck.

as one of his hands settles on your hip, the other trails down to squeeze your sensitive breast, earning a low moan from your lips.

"j, what are you doing?" your breath was ragged as he massaged you, his eyes darkening as he settled on your soft expression, your eyes closed, jaw slack and your eyebrows furrowed.

"i been looking at these milkers all day--i want a taste mama."

he uses his strength to pull you on his lap, pulling your weighed down tits out of your top.

"god, they're so big~" he groaned, holding both of your tits into his hands. his hands squeeze you, his thumb circling over your nipples as the buds harden from his touch.

"you’re so fucking full, baby. so soft...i can't stop thinking about it--just one taste mama, please?"

"is this not weird j? i dont know..."

he's salivating so heavily, his tongue brushing over his lips as he stares as your leaking buds, small drips falling onto your tummy.

"baby, these were my tits first--worshipping whats mine is never weird. so, just relax, and let me have taste."

as your body eases, jj 's tongue swirls over the tender nipples of your breasts, latching on as he practically drools from the contact. as this happens, your body arches into him, your head thrown back as your jaw goes slack from the sensation of him sucking the drops of milk he could from your tits.

"f-fuck, jj slow down..." you whimpered, but his yearning for your juices overruled the pleasurable pain you felt from his sucking. jj begins to move his hips, his aching cock pulsating with pre-cum as he rubs himself against you, almost as if he's getting off from draining your tits.

"so sweet," he murmurs, his mouth latched onto the breast closest to him as his cheek lies on the plump fat of your chest, as if he's the child himself. his large hand massaging the other as he drinks up.

your soft sounds encourage him even more, his cock close to coming in his own boxers just off the sweet, milky taste of your liquid in his mouth. small dribbles fall down his chin as he looks up at you with desperate eyes.

you cursed under your breath as you looked down at him, almost as desperate as he is. "is it really this good babe?"

"mhm' mama, i have to fuck you now--wanna feel your milk on my tongue while i make you cum."

[webbluvrsugar]

babydaddy!JJ taking your son to the beach

JJ was laidback, laidback enough to forget that he was taking your little boy to the beach, laidback enough to arrive at 6:00PM at your place when your son has already been crying all day because his ‘daddy’ didn’t come, and when seeing the tearful look on the kid’s face, he could help but beg you to let him take him, almost getting down one one knee and saying “Please, I — I know I fucked up but he’s my son, aight? I can’t see him sad like that.” to convince you, doing everything to get you to let him take the boy, and when you finally do and grab your son’s little chubby hand, saying that in fact, his dad came, he was just a little too late, the boy light up immediately, letting out cheerful sounds when placed on top of his shoulders.

“Make sure he has fun.” You tell him, no, demand, because if he makes his day suck after forgetting he was even meant to come, you’ll probably kill him, and he knows it.

“I — I will.” He nods intensely, making sure you can see he’s regretful.

“And don’t let him eat rocks, nor sticks, or sand, or fuckin — bugs, don’t let him eat bugs.” You point a finger at him, your son pushes it away and makes a ‘pshhhh’ sound, definitely influence from his father while you frown and correct him.

“Hey, I’m not that bad of a father!” He raises his hands, the kid slightly tilting on his shoulders before he tugs JJ’s blonde locks.

“Whatever, get him here before nine.” You sigh.

JJ nodded again, gulping as he turns away from you. “Ready to go punch some sharks?” He asks your kid, he smiles brightly, lightly slapping on his father’s shoulders.

“Yeaa!!” He giggles, his tiny arms shooting at the sky, JJ hypes him up, completely ignoring your wish as you shout ‘No punching!!’ to them, closing the door when they walk away.

JJ makes sure the kid has a great day as you said, he rolls him on the sand until they’re all dirty, plays catch with him as if he’s a pup because he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, dunks the kid head first in the water, makes him fall by placing a foot in front of him, everything that he knows you would probably disapprove of before finally quieting down, gathering around some small wooden shop.

“Woaaaah look at that fucking board, buddy.” JJ whispers while dragging his kid closer to the store while they leave the beach. “Shit’s amazing!” He smiles in excitement, the little mini version of him smiles too.

“Shit’s amazing!” The toddler shouts, JJ immediately gets a frowny look from the cashier, as if reminding him directly of you, he gulps, stays silent before pulling the kid away.

“Yeah whatever, maybe let’s just… get you home to yo’mama.” He sighs, he can already feel that whenever they get to your place, he’s in trouble.

“Fucking board!” The kid repeats, flapping in excitement as he takes little steps towards the sand, his crocs long forgotten somewhere around the beach.

“Hey! Don’t say that again, and… start walking faster.” JJ picks up the kid on his arms, starting to run with the boy again.

When they get there, he’s got this huge, proud smile on his face, the boy’s hair is filled with sand, maybe a few tiny rocks, his clothes a bit wet too.

“Where are his crocs?” It’s the first thing you ask, tilting your head and raising a brow.

“Donated.” JJ smirks.

“To where?” You take a step forward.

“The ocean.” He chuckles, the kid leaves his grasp to stand at your side as you roll your eyes. “But hey, got him here before nine.” He points out.

You scoff, kneel down before your kid before asking him: “Did you have fun?” You smile and he nods, one hand coming to rub a mix of sand and dirt off his cheek. “Yeah? How was it?” You ask again, just to make sure, a little smile peers at his lips.

“Shit’s amazing!” He repeats, clapping and giggling before looking at his father.

You give JJ one short glance, he can feel his mood — and pride — fade right before your eyes.

“Yeah…. real rude woman at the beach, kept cursing, you wouldn’t believe it if you saw it,” he pauses, grabbing your face and pressing a peck to your lips as he slowly walks back.

“Which is why I have to go and you just… correct our little champ.”

taglist: @nemesyaaa

[jjsloverre]

introducing… babydaddy!jj x pouge!reader

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babydaddy!jj who… was the biggest fuckboy in the obx, but after knocking you up, he decided to be there for you

babydaddy!jj who… cheated on you multiple times until he realized how much pain it was causing you and the baby.

babydaddy!jj who… always protected you from all the kooks and anyone who dared to even try you.

babydaddy!jj who… deep down, loved you to death but never knew how to show it.

babydaddy!jj who… always took you shopping, and catered to your every need.

babydaddy!jj who… was excited to have a baby with you, and even asked you to be his girlfriend!

babydaddy!jj who… was terrified he’d end up being just like his dad to his kid, so he swore to love and protect you forever, no matter the cost; he’d make sure you and the baby would be safe and sound.

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pouge!reader who… never understood why jj was the way he was until he opened up to her.

pouge!reader who… was extremely heartbroken when she found out jj kept sleeping with other women while she was carrying his child.

pouge!reader who… was super excited to have a baby, even if he would be a potential deadbeat.

pouge!reader who… loved jj deeply, flaws and all; even if she had to let him go.

pouge!reader who… was extremely emotional during her pregnancy, crying over everything, but jj was always there to help her.

pouge!reader who… constantly helped jj in any way she could, or any way he would allow her.

pouge!reader who… always kept jj going, even if he didn’t believe in himself. her love was the only thing that kept jj going.

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a/n: feel free to request anything! this is gonna be so fun to write i feel!

taglist: @sturniologirlzz @sturns-mermaid @aaliyahsturniolo @ethanthequeefqueen @sophand4n4 @masongetinmybed @kieeslove @bee-43 @chalahyung01 @eddxemxnson @always-reading @superlegend216

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masterlist:

jj x readers texts (angst, fluff) part 2 here part 3 here

babydaddy!jj and reader arguing about their relationship and the baby (fluff, angst)

babydaddy!jj taking pouge!reader out for valentine’s day (fluff, angst)

babydaddy!jj taking pouge!reader on a mental walk for the pregnancy (fluff)

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[obxcc]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ thinking about how bsf/baby daddy!jj and puppy!reader even got into this mess of raising a kid together

cw . . . profanity , unplanned pregnancy , smut 18+ ( unprotected sex , daddy kink , degradation , praise , size kink , accidental cream pie ) , plan b not working

in a house full of really hot people , it’s bound that the single ones are going to fuck like rabbits any chance they get. it’s science.

that’s what jj would say every time you two had the discussion of maybe calling it quits on the friends with benefits that live together with all of their friends thing you had going on. but of course , it never lasted long. you were too horny— for him specifically. he knew your body like his own , and he had no problem showing you just how much he knew you all of the time.

it’s not like you could avoid him. he was your best friend. you did everything with him. if jj maybank was anywhere , everyone knew you weren’t too far away. people noticed that you were closer to each other than most best friends , but they never commented on it. just once.

“sorry we don’t fit your social norm , john b , but i’d like to remind you that you kissed kiara once. that’s not very friendly either,” you’d reply , defending you and jj’s friendship whenever jj’s hand drifted a little too low to grip at your ass when you hugged. john b would just whine that it was years ago and he was sorry for saying anything.

later that night , jj couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth , low and raspy in your ear. “do friends do this , baby? huh? cause you’re the one always wanting my dick. actin’ like a bitch in fucking heat,” he grunted , grinding his hips into yours from behind. his entire weight was pushing you deeper in the mattress , forcing you to take everything he was giving you.

and god , you just took it , moaning back as he gave you an especially hard thrust before wrapping his arm under your throat and pulling you up just a little bit. “y’gonna answer me?” he asked , a hint of a moan ripping from his mouth when he saw the fucked out look on your face, “we just friends?”

“fuck , no , daddy!” you cried , trying your best to move your hips back into his , needing more, “please don’t stop!”

jj let go of you , causing your face to drop into the pillows again before he was flipping you both over and situating you on his lap. you whined , knowing he’d make you put in some of the work , and looked down. his cock rested against your stomach , stopping just below your belly button. “put that shit back in , pup. go to fuckin’ town,” he instructed , catching his breath and slapping the side of your ass, “c’mon.”

you lifted your hips , hand guiding him to your entrance before sinking back down into jj’s lap in one go. “fuck , s’big,” you mewled , yanking him into a sloppy kiss as you started bouncing up and down. you were swallowing each other’s moans at this point while you humped his lap as fast as possible.

“you take it so good , though,” jj smiled up at you , hand coming down on your ass again before helping your hips move, “can see myself up in your stomach,” he almost laughed , taking his other hand to rest on your lower belly and pressing down. your head fell back as you held onto jj’s shoulders for dear life. moans were floating around the room , yours mixing with his.

“shit , shit , shit. m’gonna cum , daddy,” you tried to warn him before it happened , but the head of his dick pounding into you just right was enough to make you cream around him and plant yourself on his lap.

“fuck! get off , get—“ jj whimpered , hips stuttering into yours as his hands gripped at the fat on your hips as his orgasm finally hit. you could feel his cum shooting into you , filling you impossibly more. “fuck,” he groaned , letting his head drop to your chest.

you swirled your hips when jj’s mouth latched onto your nipple , sucking it in and moving his tongue over your sick. “j,” you sighed , starting to build your rhythm again.

because shit , he’d already busted inside of you. might as well go a few more rounds. make the plan b worth it.

now here you were , sneaking through sarah’s bathroom cabinet to find the spare pregnancy test you knew she had. it had been far too long since you’d gotten your period , and you know the pill always fucked with you and your flow , but something felt wrong.

your tits hurt. so much so that jj smugly offered to suck on them until they felt better. and usually , you’d comply , but this time you smacked his hand away before going to your room. you’d been nauseous and crankier than usual. you just needed to know. so , you’d take the stupid test now and replace it before sarah noticed.

that was the plan before you looked down and saw the happy , little smiley face staring back at you. “jj!”

it had been so long since jj heard someone screaming his name like that. he didn’t hesitate to jump from the couch and come running upstairs to make sure you were good. “what’s goin’ on?” he asked all out of breath as he stood in the bathroom doorway. and then he saw it.

“looks like we should’ve stopped hitting it raw that night,” you chuckled , tossing him the test with tears in your eyes. he caught it , bouncing it between his hands for a moment before being able to properly read it.

[princessbrunette]

skejdjdjdd at the store with babydaddy!jj and your baby, and she’s crying because she saw a toy on the shelf and she wants it. “daddy will get it for you.” you cup the back of her head, looking to jj desperately who swivels round to you with a shocked and ‘she did not’ expression.

“the toy? yeah, uh — i am broke as hell.” he fishes into his pockets and finds a rogue 20 dollars, given to him as a tip at work and his face lights up, taking the baby out your arms as he holds it up. “luckily for you, people love daddy’s cooking!” he cooes to your daughter, walking her back to the shelf to grab the pink glittery whatever, referring to the tips he gets at his linecook job.

“thank you.” you mouth to him, the stress melting off your face. he hates that you were stressed at all. he gives you a humble one shouldered shrug and a little ‘it’s nothing’ smile as he passes you, gently putting his hand on your lower back for a moment as he passes you.

“you’re good mama. anything to help.” the habit of calling you mama never faded, especially after he knocked you up. it still gave you butterflies each and every time, and as you stare at him wandering down the aisle with your babygirl in his arms you can’t help but wish the two of you were together.

[pintrestgrl]

https://www.tumblr.com/pintrestgrl/771084690087198720/love-love-love-your-cousinjj-x-dawn-but-hear-me?source=share

Okay, best fuck of your life. Does Reader end up pregnant again? Did she learn after she got pregnant the first time? - 💫

not the first time they fucked but when they woke up the next morning , he kinda kept pushing on her letting him see the kid. however she didn’t trust him alone w the kid so he would come over to her house to spend time w his kid.

it wasn’t everyday but they started w 2 days a week where he would come over n see his kid and put him to bed but literally every time he would get her out of her panties.

there was one time tho when he came over while the kid was at school n he knew that yet still showed up. they literally went at it for hoooursssss. that’s what got her pregnant for the second time.

n by that point he had forced her to start letting him stay longer. n when he found out he convinced her they could try again, do right this time. but ofc he’s still a fuckup.

[starfxkrinc]

😁

[girlwhorizzed]

can you write something with babydaddy!jj where he like kind of abandoned r & the baby then came randomly like at 12 am at her doorstep and wins her back?

this is s1 jj!! the timeline where the pogues r really deep in the gold thing so yhat should explain why hes not there for his kid :p . p.s. sorry this is so short💔💔💔

babydaddy!jj always came back to you, or at least found his way back. in some special way that made you feel warm inside, he considered you his light— christ, you were the woman who carried and birthed his baby. you'd always be his light, through thick and thin you were the woman he'll retreat back to in the end.

so, it's no surprise when on a random friday night at one a.m. that he's at your doorstep. he's wearing his typical gray muscle shirt that's original color is beginning to fade— with a pair of cargo shorts to go along with it. of course you open it, he'd probably stopped by to do his annual three-week check-up on your shared baby that you'd started to think he forgot about. although your baby is long asleep now and you should blow him off, scold him for being absent in your babies life after during the creation of your sweet girl all he'd done was promise he'd be there, hell even hit him. he'd left you alone a quarter of your pregnancy, returning and playing 'dad' role all of a sudden once your baby was due.

you've rehearsed this exact scene in your head more times than you can count. while you were holding your babygirl for the first time and he hadn't been there, you'd lined up words that never even had been in your vocabulary to cuss him out once he came around, your anger and sadness balanced perfectly. instead of marching down to john b's where you knew he'd possibly be, you exchanged all those emotions for love and comfort for your daughter. she'd deserve that.

your face falls, as he stands on your doorstep. you’re tired, as you open the door— tired of his empty promises and tired of him coming back again and again to repeat the same cycle. but your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, a mix of anger, sadness and relief coursing through you. “come to pay us a visit?” you speak up with a quirk of your eyebrow, arms folded over your chest. he shrugs, his gaze flickering over you — taking in how your frame, now curvier, looks in those clothes, his eyes lingering a fraction longer than you would expect. “yeah. figured i’d pop by, say hello.”

he pushes his hands into his pockets, gaze drifting to the window he knows is you and your little girl’s room, before returning to your face. “she sleep?” you nod. “has been for hours.” he seems to soften at that, his eyes still looking weary yet he can’t help the warmness tugging at his heart to think of his daughter tucked up in her cosy room. he hums, nodding his head. a heavy silence falls, before he’s clearing his throat to speak. “can i come in?”you nod, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, taking in the sight of him. you step aside, the door slowly swinging open.

he gives you a smirk before stepping past, brushing against you, taking in your perfume that he can recognize from many months ago from a night he'll never forget, his hand grazing yours and sending a shiver up your spine — your body betraying you with its response. the shiver doesn’t go unnoticed by him. he feels proud of himself, at how he still affects you even after all the distance. he steps fully inside, his eyes scanning your living room as you close and lock the door behind him, watching him take a couple of lazy steps around it, running a hand over the back of the couch. “place looks different.” he speaks up, before stopping to look at you. “you get some new furniture or something?” he quirks a brow, eyeing you up.

you can’t help but roll your eyes at the small talk. you can feel his gaze roaming over your body, can see how his focus lingers in key places, causing your cheeks to flush with heat from how his blue eyes rake over your curves through your thin nightshirt. you clear your throat, forcing him to meet your gaze, though it doesn’t seem to stop him much — his gaze flickering down to your bare legs. “only difference is all our babies stuff.” you simply respond, your eyes boring into his.

he chuckles lightly, finally returning his gaze to your face and meeting his eyes with yours, holding your gaze intently. “mmm, so she gets the special treatment around here now, huh?” he murmurs, taking a small step towards you. you back up against the door without much thought, his smirk spreading on his face — clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. he takes another step. and another. he doesn’t stop until he’s in front of you, now invading your space, his body so close to yours that the fabric of your nightshirt brushes against his chest.

your breath hitches, his proximity making you dizzy. his gaze softens, his eyes drinking you in. he reaches out a hand, his thumb skimming across your lower lip, the gesture so tender that you almost forget who you’re dealing with. "course she gets special treatment, she's m'baby."

he chuckles, his laugh is soft. he leans in closer, the hand on your chin now going to grip your waist, his fingers digging into your hip. “yeah, she is.” his eyes are locked onto your own, his touch igniting a wave of familiar sensations that you'd been trying to forget for months. “she gettin' everything she needs?" he murmurs, his other hand resting against the door. he has you trapped between his arms.

“she's healthy. despite the fact her daddy been missing for months on end.” your retort is sharp, a defensive shield that you’ve built up over the months, as his hands on you and close proximity throws you momentarily off guard.

he winces at that, shaking his head. he opens his mouth, as if to say something, but stops himself. he looks torn, and for a moment, it almost makes you feel guilty. he drops his gaze, before looking up at you again, a glint of something in his eye you only just catch. a quiet moment passes, before he takes a deep breath, stepping closer, your body squished against the door as his body now presses against yours. "i ain't mean to… be gone so long, okay?"

you want to scoff at him. you want to push him off of you and tell him to leave. but the truth is that you missed him. you missed his laugh, the way he would look at you. you missed having another hand around to help with the baby, the emotional support you’d always gotten from him. you sigh, your head tilting back against the door as you look at him, your eyes searching his face — hoping to find something, anything "can't go in-n-out her life.”

he knows you’re softening. he knows he just has to keep you talking to him. he knows he just has to keep himself pressed up against you like this, his touch making you feel things you’ve tried your best to forget for so long. he watches you closely, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. “then lemme stay, darlin’. lemme stay tonight.” he murmurs, moving to trace his nose along your jaw.

you can practically feel the tension leaving your body as his words wash over you, the fight leaving your eyes. your shoulders drop and you find yourself leaning into his touch, your mind screaming at you that this was a bad idea, but your body simply responding to the way he’re touching you. “stay.” you manage, voice barely above a whisper.he speaks softly, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he ducks his head, resting his forehead against yours.

you feel every breath he takes, the scent of him filling your senses and sending your head spinning. he's so close, closer than he's been in months, and you can feel his breath warm against your skin. he closes his eyes, his voice a low rumble as he speaks again. “missed ya. missed this, missed our baby.”

with your defenses lowered and your emotional barriers crumbling, you give in to the overwhelming feeling of wanting to be close to him, needing to feel the comfort of his presence again. you nod weakly, your voice soft and vulnerable. "i missed you too. missed you and her. missed being close to you like this." you swallow hard, tilting your body towards him — silently inviting him closer.

his gaze softens as he takes in your vulnerability, the way you’re just crumbling in front of him, the way you sound like you need him as much as he needs you. he can’t help the wave of possessiveness that washes over him. he growls softly, his arms wrapping around you tighter, pulling you more firmly against him. “m’here now, mama.” he murmurs, his lips skimming across your exposed shoulder, a small shiver running through your body as he begins to pepper you with light kisses up your neck.

the reassurance in his tone soothed you enough, at least enough to end up on your back with him in between your legs yet again.

[maybejj]

The Beginning of Us Part 1

babydaddy!rafe x sweetheart!reader

masterlist

summary: You and Rafe were high school sweethearts that continued into college however Rafe went down the wrong path and you found out you were pregnant. 4 years later finds you and Rafe trying to navigate co-parenting your 3 year old son while overcoming life’s obstacles and past experiences.

warnings: mention of drugs, I think that’s it?

word count: 1.1k

“Mommy look at my tractor!” You hear your three year old son call to you from the other side of the room. You were distracting yourself from the fact Rafe was coming over to pick up Asher, the son you shared.

You turn towards him and gently smile. Asher was a spitting image of his dad. The only thing he inherited from you were your green eyes, everything else was all his father. The dimples, the blonde hair, the little smirk he got on his face right before he was about to do something he shouldn’t, his attitude. God, it was all Rafe. It use to make you emotional after you and Rafe broke it off but you’ve had time to move on. It doesn’t hurt as bad anymore.

“I see your tractor baby. It’s your favorite color.” You grinned at him and he returned it with his own goofy grin. Everything you did these days was to provide for your son. Making sure he had the best of the best and Rafe made sure of it as well. Your relationship with Rafe may have ended but you two try to put your differences aside to take care of Asher.

You and Rafe got together when you were 15. High school sweethearts, the power couple, the relationship everyone envied in high school. You were great together in high school. You were the couple that loved public displays of affection, always all over each other no matter the setting. Rafe was always so attentive to you, always so sweet and caring. You always listened to him and helped him express his emotions and feelings, especially when it came to his dad. There was never any arguing. Disagreements were common in any relationship and you definitely had those but you both never yelled at each other. You would work through any problems calmly to come to a solution. College was a different story.

You both went to UNC Chapel Hill and the first 3 months were unreal. The freedom of moving away from Kildare felt so good. You had your own dorm room, as did Rafe. You were both freshman at the time so your plans to have an apartment together was ruined by the college rules but you still made time for each other. Rafe was studying business, you were studying art. You thought you had the world at your fingertips. That was, until Rafe got into a fraternity. It didn’t take long at all until you noticed the shift in him. The staying out later than normal, lying to you about where he was, going to parties every night, ditching plans with you more often than not. When he did make time to come to your dorm to say sorry for the night before, he smelled like liquor and his eyes were red around the edges. He constantly rubbed his index finger under his nose, almost rubbed raw. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes when he spoke to you. You weren’t stupid, you knew he was getting into stuff he shouldn’t and you told him as such. He immediately would blow up on you saying it was none of your business. It was a never ending cycle that went on for months. One night it become too much when you found two bags of Coke in his truck glove box.

The front door opening pulled you from your thoughts. Rafe entered the apartment with several bags in his hands. Asher immediately dropped his tractor and ran to his father, grabbing onto his pant leg and jumping up and down.

“Hey little man, you look like you’ve been busy today.” Rafe gently smiled down at him while holding the bags in his hands away from the little toddler attached to his leg.

Asher only nodded multiple times and continued hugging his leg. Rafe didn’t move from his spot in the doorway, just gazing down at his son with a soft smile on his face. You watched silently from the other side of the room. Rafe only let his guard fully down around Asher, his son bringing out the best in him. You truly believed Asher was the only thing that saved Rafe from an overdose.

Rafe looked away from his son and met your gaze. The smile left his face and the solemn expression took over again. He nodded in your direction and lifted his hand holding the bags, “Got some stuff from the store I thought you might need.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” You shook your head. Every time he came over he would bring bags of stuff he thought you or Asher might need; baby wipes, deodorant, your favorite shampoo, Asher’s favorite snacks, your favorite candy. He did it every time and every time you told him he didn’t have to do it. Rafe would just give you a flat look, shake his head, and change the subject.

Rafe exhaled softly and said your name which had you swallowing thickly. The way he said your name after all these years still caused butterflies in your stomach.

Asher seemed to be getting bored of not getting attention and detached himself from Rafe’s leg. He reached his chubby hands above his head to grab one of the bags Rafe was holding, “I take it Daddy. I strong for mommy.”

You and Rafe laughed as he took one of the bags and set it on the chair in the living room. Rafe followed Asher’s steps and laid the rest of the bags down for you to go through later.

“You got your bag ready, little man?” Rafe raised his eyebrows in Asher’s direction and the toddler quickly scrambled down the hall to his room. You waited until Asher was out of sight until you turned back to Rafe.

“I know I don’t have to say this but I feel better when I do,” You made eye contact with Rafe. “Please be careful.”

Rafe nodded slightly, raising his hand to run across his jaw. Rafe knew you worried a lot about Asher, he’d gotten better with dealing with it and not getting so frustrated. It use to piss him off because he thought you didn’t trust him with his own son but it was deeper than that. You and Asher had been through a lot and Rafe knew firsthand what it did to you. You knew Rafe would protect Asher with his life, he’d done it before. You just couldn’t help but think about past experiences every time Rafe took him for an outing but you were trying to get better.

“You know we will. I’ll bring him back before dinner.” Rafe promised before you both were interrupted by the bundle of energy barreling through the living room with his Spider-Man backpack dragging behind him.

“Let’s go daddy!” Asher grabbed Rafe’s hand and drug him to the front door. He waved his hand half heartedly in your direction and pulled his father out of the apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Part 2