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[thepinkprincesss]

reader who's having such a bad day and just needing jj, and then he comes in through her window and completely babies her

you were genuinely having a bad day. first, you'd been ditched by kiara after your agreement of taking a day to yourselves to get a manicure. secondly jj— your boyfriend made it clear you weren't his first priority, well he didn't technically say it that way but he didn't have to say it, thirdly— all your friends were stuck on an old tale that promised gold and now all that mattered to them was that, before you could even grasp the hangouts where you all enjoyed each others presence or the random adventures vanished in the blink of an eye. fourthly— all the people whom you desired to spend the day with were focused on gold and were neglecting you like some runt of the litter.

you were originally invited to tag along in their little treasure hunt but you'd passed on it, the beaming sun and knowing they'd be using the twinkie for transportation is what sealed the deal with your final answer. you weren't going to be in the back of the twinkie with sticky skin and a horrible attitude— the outcome of that would be an outburst, yes you wanted some attention but not that kind of attention where the pogues acted and felt like they were walking on egg shells around you.

and fifthly, all that lead you to be in a crybaby mood— you'd been ditched by kiara, ditched by your own boyfriend, tossed to the side like one of the randoms at school who sit at a table full of people who think their irrelevant and just nod whenever they add their two-cents in.

you'd been in bed mostly struggling to nap, either the sun kept shimmering in your eyes or you just couldn't get into a curled up position where you were comfortable— usually you'd rely on the youtube lullabies or your boyfriend to doze off but you had neither.

you rubbed your eyes, sitting up into a sleepy position as you listened to the small repeated pattern of knocking once more before opening the window. “jj, what are you doing here?” you yawned, your eyes barely able to adjust to the light from outside flooded into the room. he chuckled from outside, that lopsided smile pulling at his lips as he looked at your tired form. “aw, did i wake you up, baby?” he coos, placing his hands on the windowsill as he leans against them, the muscles in his arms flexing.

you weren't in a mood for fun and jokes— if that weren't evident on your face you didn't know what would give jj to get the hint. your pout that pulled at the side of your lips made you feel like the forgotten child left behind at home while the rest of the family went out and now watching them return.

you'd stepped aside to allow him to climb through, your expression anything but inviting. he climbed inside, his large frame easily maneuvering through the window as he stepped into your bedroom. he took a second to look around, as if he’d never seen your bedroom before, before his eyes fall back onto you. he could feel the lack of enthusiasm radiating off you but he chose to ignore it, instead he walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you into him. “hey princess, you alright?” he inquired, knowing exactly what it was but pretending not to.

"m'fine. just sleepy." you blankly stated, not making any effort to wrap your arms around him. you'd never realized this before— but as you inspected jj in your bedroom he appeared a lot bigger, maybe it was just his height placed in an awkward place but he'd look mesmerizing now. you had been accustomed to him comfortably shirtless in your princess bed as he tilted it, beating on your favorite plushies because he considered them competition for getting free access to you naked.

he looked down at you, his eyebrow raising with a sceptical look — you’d hardly even given him a greeting, and you were refusing to touch him. “c’mon, gimme sum love.” he pouted, gripping your waist a little tighter and pulling you even closer to him, his chest now pressed flush against yours. he moved his hand up, tilting your chin to force you to look at him as he watched your expression change at the sudden movement.

you just relaxed back into him without saying a word, nodding as you let your fingers curl back into his neck, aware that if you looked at him that the waterworks would make their entrance to your eyelids. you weren't sad, just pent up frustration— this type of situation only began to occur and you weren't sure if it kept continuing you could put up with it. yes, you can't cope without being near your man at least for an hour, you couldn't handle not being able to rest skin-to-skin with him in your pretty little princess bed every afternoon, gold could never compare to that. at least in your opinion.

he softened at your vulnerable state, knowing there was more to it than just a bad day. you usually weren’t so cold with him, you were a very touchy-feely person who demanded his attention so something was definitely going on — and you weren’t telling him what. he sighed softly, moving both his arms round your waist as he began to lightly sway your bodies from side to side in an attempt to soothe you. “c’mon, chocha, talk to me.” he murmurs against your hairline and giving your ass a pat.

still although the blonde was visibly aware of your irritation he continued on— and you couldn't keep the words locked up anymore, your shoulders immediately slumped and your bottled up frustration was bound to come out anyway, you detached yourself from the little den you'd created and prepared for your teeny outburst. "first off, i love you but you can't think shit will be sweet between us after you ditch me, second off, your lucky i don't slap the shit out of you for ditching me." you sniffle, wiping your eyes from the small amount of tears escaping your eyes.

he blinks, taken aback by your sudden burst of anger and confusion. he knows he upset you, sure, but he hadn’t realised you were upset enough to the point where you were snapping at him. “mama, i told you, i had to go. the gold — it’s real, we ain’t jus’ playin’ around here —” “yeah, and what about me, huh? you’re just gonna leave me all alone and go searching for gold?” he’s never heard you sound so pissed before, it kinda makes his heart ache. he’s definitely in unfamiliar territory when you snap at him, and he’s completely unsure of what’s going on in your head right now, but maybe even he can see where you’re coming from. he’s just… kinda ignoring it.

“well, yeah..” he retorts. “c’mon, baby, don’t be like that.” he doesn’t mean to, but he presses your back against your bed — his arms on either side of your head trapping you in, as he leans down forcing your eye contact, that usual cocky smirk now replaced with a frown. “you ain’t gonna keep your attitude with me, now, you hear me?” his voice was demanding, as his face was now only a few inches from yours.

you tried to push his biceps away but to no avail as he easily pulled you back in, you batted your eyelashes with attitude as the nonstop insults kept coming— giving him gentle shoves as you kept your hands solely by your sides and still struggled to get lose, he began using his larger body to his advantage to pull you closer — he knew you weren’t actually going to hurt him. “you’re mad at me for going with my friends? don’t be like that.” he murmurs, looking down at you. he was trying to use the soft tone that usually worked on you but something was telling him your anger wasn’t going to subside so easily.

"yeah well are your friends going to let them fuck you, are your friends going to suck your dick for you anytime you ask?"

that was the last straw for him. he’d been patient with you, taking in all you've had to say, considering it although he'd snap back but you’ve pushed it too far now. it's his turn to snap now, his hand moving from your waist to grip your chin roughly — forcing you to look at him. “shut up.” he warns, his voice now completely lacking that soft, playful tone.

your eyes widen and your quick to close your mouth, your breath catching in your throat and coming out in a little gasp as he roughly handles your face, forcing you to look at him and the suddenly cold and sharp tone was enough to have you stop dead in your bratty tracks. he leans down, his breath hot against your cheeks as he looks you dead in the eyes. “you don’t get to talk to me that way, you got that?” he spoke lowly, his face inches from yours.

the boldness you had a second ago disappeared just as you'd been pinned on your pretty princess bed, feeling intimidated and now severely little and small beneath your boyfriend on top of you— your face flushed pink due to the amount of embarrassment, feeling like a little girl being called out for her manipulation. you couldn't hold back the way your eyes grew glossy, how your dainty fists clutched together and your makeup crinkled as you furrowed your brows— you nodded repeatedly as if a pattern, making an effort to keep your eyes shut.

he noticed your body language as you squirmed underneath him — you always had a habit of acting so big and strong but crumbling as soon as he got you where he wanted. he couldn’t help but scoff as he noticed your reaction to him — it was pathetic really, the way you always seemed to crumble so easily for him. he shifted, his weight now completely pinning your body to the bed, his knees keeping your legs open on either side of him. “look at me.” he says. it was more of a command than anything.

you were quick to comply with what he asked, repointing your focus back to him as your eyelashes fluttered once opened— you couldn't help but turn your central focus on some object sitting on your shelf that suddenly became intriguing to you— in reality all you wanted was a distraction from looking at the blonde, but your eyes draw back to him.

he watched intently as your eyes darted around the room, refusing to look at him, before eventually landing on him just as he’d asked. “there we go…” he murmurs, taking his time to inspect your face. he notices how the makeup you’d applied that morning was now starting to smudge, he didn’t mind, he even found it a little endearing, and he leans his face down to brush his nose against your cheek.

he could see the desperation in your eyes, and he could also hear the pleading tone underneath all the insults you threw at him, begging him to just pay attention to you. he inhaled, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to kiss you senseless.

you leaned into his touch, after all that's all you were longing for today other than your manicure with kiara— you allowed your hands to wander around his clothed back and back into his sandy messy hair, softly humming a soothing a scattered rhythm you'd had laying around in your head all day.

he couldn't help but soften as your soft hums filled the silence around you, your fingers threading through his hair and massaging his scalp. he relaxed his shoulders, closing his eyes as he exhaled. he was so tired of holding himself back. you were just too hard to resist. his hands moved from your chin, sliding down to grab your thighs instead.

you tugged at his t-shirt and jeans, if you were going to end up napping then it was usually skin-to-skin— you can't refer to a time where sleeping skin-to-skin didn't occur, you'd already been in the right choice of clothing ( a simple tank top with a pair of panties )

he let out a low chuckle, getting the gist of what you were implying. he moved, pulling away from you for a moment to discard of his t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in boxers. of course, you’d always preferred to sleep with as little clothing as possible, and he couldn’t lie, he’d gotten so used to it it did feel weird sleeping any other way. this time, he'd been on bottom as you laid on top of him—

the heat of his bare skin against yours couldn't be anymore soothing to have you both dozing off. now, you were able to finally get that ounce of sleep you needed— with the just right position and the angle perfect, the cushion of your man's chest was just all right.

this is all you needed, you and your man sleeping soundly in your pretty pink princess bed.

[thepinkprincesss]

requested by anon :3 this ask!!! 𐙚

a/n ፧  hahha first req . i think i went off the plot... i got lazy towards the end but here it is! :p

pairings ፧ boyfriend!jj ✗ innocentpuppy!reader

warnings ፧ unprotected sex , p in v , smut , language , i think that's all ...

jj— your best friend knew how innocent you were. he'd been the one by your side all throughout middle school to highschool and seemed to always keep you barricaded from any type of people or things that might corrupt you. which is what led to your ultimate innocence you still clutched within you, the blonde knew how weary and cautious you were when it came to showing to much skin or revealing clothing, being the odd one out in conversations that revolved around regular teenage stuff— drinking, partying, hooking up, the only one who furrowed brows whenever something inappropriate came up while everyone else brushed it off like it was ordinary.

jj always made it a mission to keep your pretty little head out of those types of conversations, growing creative with the excuses he made just for you to departure from whatever girl friend had her whole business out on display. he decided— as your best friend that he'd protect you from anything, and that meant everything.

he was your pillar. protecting you from the horrors of the world with a strong arm that was ready and raring to go — if any of his friends tried anything stupid around you. he was quite possessive over you, not really liking it when you got too close around any guy he didn’t know, or even the ones he did. but he couldn’t help it, you were so oblivious to most things, like a baby chick ready to follow whoever was willing to show you an ounce of affection. he was trying to keep you under his wing.

which is after highschool it isn't a surprise when you end up with him. he watched you grow into a beautiful woman in-front of his eyes, and you grew into the perfect partner. you knew him better than anyone, knew what he liked, what he didn’t and knew how to read the room when he was feeling off. it’s a natural progression, your sweet and innocent personality has made everyone around you feel incredibly protective of you, jj included. you’ve been around each other so much that it would be bizarre to all of your friends if you hadn’t begun dating each other, even after finally finishing school.

he’d always been the one to guide you, to look out for you. and you made him feel warm and fuzzy, like he was taking care of a puppy, except you just so happened to be a little vixen who’d grown into a gorgeous woman. so when it came to sexual things— it's not a surprise your inexperienced and lost on what to do, which is why jj is here, he does all the work anyway.. if you do end up complying with what he asks.

your looped back into reality by the sloppy kiss from your man landing on your cheek. he takes his time to trail his kisses down from your cheek to your jaw to your neck, a small moan leaving you when he sucks on a spot of your soft flesh — his hand sliding down the curve of your body to give your thigh a harsh squeeze. your on your back— the most intimate positions of all, face to face with unbreakable eye contact, skin-to-skin, your convinced that if you haven't made a soul tie with the blonde yet, you definitely have now.

he keeps his head buried in your neck, the rest of his body pressing against you in a way that makes you feel like you’re being completely consumed by his body, by his touch, by his smell. his large, hot hand on your thigh gives a little possessive squeeze, his thick fingers sinking into your flesh hard enough that you begin to whine. he grins into your neck, his teeth nipping the soft skin as he pulls away from where he’s making a mark. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

it's then before you can manage a sentence— a gut feeling of built of pressure began to form just below your waist, you tense your shoulders and body as your abdomen starts to feel like you need to pee, your sure if you press firm enough something is bound to come out. it's muscle memory as you look up to jj for guidance, your thighs were squeezing around his hips which should've been a dead give away you were close to your finish line, yet he still continued his steady pace of pounding you.

he lifts his face out of the burrow he built in your neck once he feels your thighs trapping around his hips, once he catches sight of your face, he knows exactly what’s happening. the way you tried to press your thighs together and how your eyebrows knotted gave him the reassurance he needed to confirm what he knew was happening. during sex you’re sweet and pliant, always willing to go along with whatever he says without question. just like a puppy, always going to listen to its owner. but he knows you get scared, get confused — and when that happens you’re all but a trembling, whimpering mess under him.

“i— i think i’m gonna-“ you whimper quietly, biting down on your soft bottom lip, your face all scrunched up. you look up at him, eyes all glassy and desperate. he sees the worry take over, the way you begin to look worried and concerned, scared even — but he won’t have this ending before it’s even started. he hushes you gently, “your alright mama, don't fight it, your alright..” he coos, his hand leaving your thigh to push your hair back before resting on the back of your neck, holding you steady.

your breathing picks up as you realize that jj hasn't stopped yet— he's still going. your arms wrap around his back, desperate for the comfort of his weight on top of you, your nails digging into his back as you try to pull him closer to you. you were whining, unable to form any proper words due to the intensity you were already feeling without any proper stimulation. he looks down at you, eyes soft as he whispers “shh baby, just- just hold on okay? lemme cum with you.” his free hand finding yours, gently taking it away from his back and bringing it up to where his mouth was. he left a light kiss on your hand.

you can feel yourself trembling and shaking violently as he holds your hand, bringing it to his mouth and letting his lips press down to give you a little kiss before he’s intertwining your fingers in his. the action is so affectionate — so out of place and so unexpected you can’t help but melt into it. it doesn’t last long though, the sweetness soon replaced by the sharp, intense pleasure and jj's sloppy final thrusts. you came undone around his cock, your hands quickly retreating back to his bare back as you dig your nails into his skin, you can't hold it back anymore— your eyes are squinted shut as you finally let the pressure out from your hole, meanwhile jj is finishing as well. inside you.

the blonde finally lets his body collapse onto you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as his heavy, warm presence blankets you. he’s panting as he comes down from his high, the sweat on his skin sticking to yours. you both take a minute to collect yourself, trying to even out your breathing. jj places a couple kisses onto your collarbone before he’s murmuring something against your skin.

once it’s all over, you’re left feeling both floaty and tired, your body feeling like jelly. it’s always so intense with him that you need a moment to catch your breath and collect your thoughts before things can go back to normal. your body feels sticky, but it’s something you’re used to by this point.

after moments like these, you always retreat into a place of dissociation, as if there’s a thick barrier surrounding you. it’s not that you’re ashamed or even regretful, but you just get embarrassed. you get a lingering, deep set feeling of feeling “dirty” afterwards and it sticks with you for a while afterwards, the heavy shroud of shame clinging to your shoulders.

you’d become more prone to dissociating after intimate moments, the shame and embarrassment weighing you down like a ton of bricks in your stomach. you knew you’d enjoyed it in the moment but afterwards you’d just end up feeling dirty. the blonde always took notice, knowing what was happening to you even though you’d never say it openly. jj would try and calm you by being extra affectionate with you, holding you against him and whispering sweet things into your hair.

jj’s noticed the way you withdraw, the subtle change in your behaviour, he doesn’t miss anything when it comes to you. the way you shy away from his touch, the way you try to shrink into yourself. he’s noticed, and he’s come to know that this just your way of coping in the aftermath. it makes him feel guilty, the fact that you never look him in the eye until the embarrassment of it all fades.

he hated seeing you suffer in silence, knowing the thoughts that were probably going through your head as you began to spiral again. he knew it didn’t matter how many times he told you to talk to him when this happened — you’d never listen so he just accepted it at this point. instead he focused on your body, on the way you felt against him, vulnerable and soft and sweet. he just hoped one day you’d learn to trust him properly. he whispers softly as he pulls you tight to his chest, his large body curled around you. “i got ya babe, i got ya.”

you cling to him, like a little koala as he wraps you up in his arms, your face buried in his bare chest. he continues to hold you close for as long as you need — his chin resting on top of your head. he’s trying to show you through his touch that there’s no need to feel shame, no need to be afraid — you’re safe with him. safe and sound in his arms, just where he wants you to be.

he never forced you to speak when you fell into one of your silent bouts. he’d learnt by now it would only make you worse. so, he didn’t give up. he continued to hold you, to gently caress you and pull you into him, until you were completely tucked away in his embrace, your face buried into his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. it always ended like this, you’d cling onto him whilst he softly soothed your broken frame. it was a routine you’d both adapted to.

it'd been a couple minutes that you both began to doze off.

he felt the way your breathing had began to even out, a sign you’d finally managed to drift off to sleep. a small smile spread across his features, his face buried amongst the top of your head — inhaling the slight scent of your shampoo. he tightened his grip on you, pulling you even tighter against him as he closed his eyes and finally drifted off to sleep himself.. it didn’t matter that the sheets were still a mess from what had just happened, nor that the sun was still shining obnoxiously through the threadbare curtains. all he needed was to hold your body close to his to fall fast asleep.

[thepinkprincesss]

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.

[thepinkprincesss]

hi divaaa ! hope you’re doing well 🤍 i read something up posted a little while ago about if jj & john be would be physically violent towards his gf which leads me to wonder how you think the aftermath would go .. if that makes sense ??? like would they end up softening / become more gentle afterwards or do you think he would keep up the rough persona ? sending my love !

haiii nonnie 🦄 the aftermath is reader obviously crying n sniffling after the lil slap to the cheek ( for both john b & jj ) she'll barricade herself in a little circle or under the blankets, usually jj will mumble shit under his breathe saying "so fuckin dramatic" and other things trying to convince himself that u deserved it .. after a while seeing you nonverbal and still sniffling he'll come over w/o warning & hug you from the back and cuddle you, give u kisses & try to make up even tho ur annoyed at him.. john b wants to talk it out after instantly feeling bad and trying to comfort you, kissing your hands quickly and hugging you muttering sorrys under his breathe, you feel bad and he'll take you out for ice cream, being all soft and gentle with you for a week. jj will also get soft but try to pretend like he's not. ty nonnie

[thepinkprincesss]

https://www.tumblr.com/girlwhorizzed/776578979659399168/can-you-write-something-with-babydaddyjj-where-he

i loved this smmmmm! i have an idea what if like he leaves them for like another few months and he comes back to see that she got a man that kinda of stepped up, like jj came knocking at the door and her new man answered which made jj physically sick. though reader knows where homes at and he ends up between her legs yet again.. it’s a cyclee

i like your thinking... this but the man who stepped up is john b LMFAO ima get to this rn ty nonnie 💘

[thepinkprincesss]

Hmmm maybe something to do with the reader being popes sister? I rarely see any of those 😱😱

yess i will do that but i have no ideas.. ill write reader being popes sister but i need some ideas!

[thepinkprincesss]

your writing is so AHHH I love it sm, please marry me😊

when's the wedding 🎀 ty!!! ily cutie

[thepinkprincesss]

what's your thoughts on a physically violent jj towards his girlfriend's? john b tooo

if your asking if i think jj would be violent towards his girlfriend yes. i do think he would, i hope i can say this without making anybody offended by it— as we know jj's first option is literally almost always violence and in s2-s1 he says to kidnap rafe or shoupe wtv and to tie them up and stick a gun in their mouth. ik ppl might say he was abused why would he do it to another person, im not saying he's a full on beater like luke im just saying yes he would shove her around, pull hair or put her in a headlock to get the upper hand in an argument or to get her to shut up, this isn't canon but im pretty sure as abusive as luke is that he's done that to jj where he intimidates him with a slap or punch to regain control of a situation if jj steps up to him. violence is jj's first option as we can see in the show & he's been violent towards the pogues who he considers family so i don't think that he'll change for his girlfriend, yes he loves her but he's been around enough violence for it to be his first instinct.

as for john b yes as well! in s1 after kiara slapped him he was quick to slap her back, that should wrap it up.. from what we know big john never physically abused john b— maybe emotionally, ignoring his feelings and going cold turkey on him, abandoning him, which also is a type of way john b hurts you, so unlike jj john b's first instinct isn't violence rather trying to defuse a situation. but going back to him quickly slapping kiara back that's the way he'll hit you, if you hit him in any type of way he'll hold himself back like we see in the clip where kiara slaps him, but if you continue pushing it oh your either getting held down or he'll return the slap, depending on the level of disrespect. i think john b won't hit you unless you hit him first, in ep1 s1 he leaves the little situation jj started alone at first but once topper went to far he picked the fight. it's the same situation for his girl only less aggression but still firm

[thepinkprincesss]

OMG im a pisces tew!?!?!? are u a february pisces or a march pisces? i swear all the pisces i know are march i literally no ZERO february pisces 😭

hi nonnie— im assuming ur a february pisces too? buh yes i am a feb pisces ! 🦄🦄 who knows we might be on the same day too!!!

[thepinkprincesss]

hiya new here but would you ever write rafe? if so please do something with pogue rafe, i love him and i don't see much people write him!

hii nonnie!! happy u sent an ask ty :3 sorry i got bsck to this late, but yes ill totally write a drabble or a lil sumthing for him! ik i haven't written rafe on here yet n i was planning to js didn't have any ideas... but this is perfect to start with,, ill whip something up fs with him unless you have a req or an idea! share w me im all ears 🩷