Love How Every Fanfic On Tumblr Paints Carmy As The Greatest Pussy Eater Of All Time Even Though Its

love how every fanfic on tumblr paints carmy as the greatest pussy eater of all time even though it’s canon that has never had a girlfriend

jj being a total blanket hog <3

he’s so selfish !!!

sometimes he does it in the middle of his sleep, unaware. he’s like a blanket snatcher, because he swears that the cold draft against his skin will somehow harm him ??

and it leaves you in a fit of huffs, because he already takes up over half of the bed, is merely a crumb of the blanket really too much to ask for ?!

but, there are also the times that he does it on purpose. purely because he wants to be your warmth rather than the blanket. the blood that pumps within his being, jolts at the sudden stop of his heart— you naturally mold into him. clinging to his side, whilst a shit eating grin is on his face.

because it’s not that he just wants a plain old cuddle from just anyone. he wants yours— the way you toy with the hem of his sweatpants, the way you place a chaste kiss directly to the soft skin; as to inform him that you’ll be attached to him for eons if you could, & it’s the way you hum sometimes incoherently whisking into sleep, his adoration growing with every rhythm.

“j m’still cold” he’d tuck you farther into the blanket that he’s hogging, nearly swallowing you with his arms.

“just get closer, baby.” he’d practically shush you, and you’d let his voice lull you into getting impossibly closer.

he’s just a lovesick blanket hog.

banana pancakes - j.m.

word count: 2,347

summary: soft slow morning sex with JJ.

warnings: smut under the cut, minors dni!!! really soft fluffy smut, very slight dacryphilia (literally just mentioned in dialogue)

a/n: would have never guessed that outer banks would be the hyperfixation to pull me out of my smut writing block but here we are!!! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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i think, despite what he tells himself, jj would love a little lululemon kook girlfriend.

she's dressed in pretty colors, always wearing 2.5" shorts that jj appreciates, and athletic tee shirts. she probably does something like pilates, which jj truly doesn't believe is real until he feels how strong her core is.

she's usually seen in flare leggings and ugg slippers at night, wearing one of his flannel buttons ups over a sheer bra whenever he comes to visit. she's always complaining about how roughly he treats her clothing, glaring at him whenever he threatens to rip her la perla panties, reminding him that it's expensive but not in that stuck up kook way. she says it in the way that tells him that she cares about the things she buys, which is a step above kooks who just spend money each time they blink. and she's always smacking his shoulder whenever he makes fun of her for caring, humming whenever jj tells her he'll make it up to her, even though they know that's financially impossible.

he refuses to accept any gift she buys him, especially whenever it's a god awful pair of lululemon joggers. but there comes a time where he reluctantly accepts a shirt from her, and the pogues make fun of him relentlessly. even sarah joins in. but it's from his girl so he just shrugs them off and takes a swig from his beer.

jj fucking reader on his motorcycle😵‍💫

it’s so messy. your juices and jj’s mixing on the seat of his motorcycle as he fucks you silly, forcing you into your second orgasm. he’s standing in front of you. your legs are wrapped around his neck, allowing him better access. the sounds coming out of you are pornographic. his motorcycle is parked outside of the chateau and all of your friends are sleeping inside. jj’s fingertips dig into your thighs. “just like that, princess.” he leans forward and sucks a spot on your neck just below your jaw, while still fucking his body into yours. “you like that? huh? lemme see that pretty face. open those pretty little eyes.” his words only half register in your mind, the only thing you can pay attention to being how good he’s making you feel. you shake your head. tears threaten to spill out of your tightly shut eyes. “come on, baby. don’t give me no tears. too pretty to cry.” you attempt to open your eyes, tears clouding your vision. “there we go, pretty baby” jj smirks at the dumb state he put you in. shaking his head. he speeds up his already rapid pace, rolling his hips to hit the right spots. “j, almost there” your words come out strained. the fuzzy feeling in your tummy keeping your mind focused only on the pleasure. “cum for me, baby. lemme feel it.” he moves one of his hands from your thighs to your clit. his fingers rub it in circles aggressively. instinctively, you arch your back. but jj puts his hand on your tummy to hold you down. his touch sends sparks through your body. you could feel yourself reaching your peak. “jj, kiss me,” you pant. he leans down again to press his mouth against yours. your tongues move together. jj swallows a moan from your mouth as you cum, dragging his name out. you pull him closer to you by the nape of his neck. he holds you still while he fucks you, reaching his orgasm. he groans into your mouth, tight grip on your hair. his hot, white juices spurting into you, blending with your own. a fucking mess. all over the two of you. all over his motorcycle. you’re catching your breath. you don’t even notice jj moving to kneel in front of you until you feel his tongue licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. if it weren’t for him holding you still, you would’ve fell off of the bike from the way your body jerked. “relax, baby. just cleaning you up,” he whispers against your pussy, causing you to shiver. “wanna taste?” he asks. you nod, looking into his eyes. god, you’d never get over those. he moves a hand to grab your hair so that he could kiss you again. his tongue makes contact with yours, combining your liquids once again. the sensual act makes you whine. “shit, you gotta control those sounds of yours, baby. makin’ me wanna go again.” jj rasps. you can only let out a breathy laugh, eyes still shut. “you okay, mama?” he picks you up into his muscular arms, your legs wrapping around his torso as he pulls his large tshirt back down your head. “let’s get you inside, okay?” the two of you head back into the chateau, leaving the mess on the motorcycle for jj to deal with the next day.

JJ Maybank is a let me take that for you boyfriend <3 the kind fo boyfriend that runs to open doors for you, that slide across the front of the car to let you out, that's always reaching for you hand in busy places so he doesn't lose you, he's always caught staring at you and his excuse is that you're just too pretty, he holds your jacket for you, carries you home when your feet hurt, he calls you just to ask what you're doing and if you say nothing he's says good I'm outside wanna hang out, he thinks your the smartest person he knows so he always asks for your opinion first but he secretly just likes having you tell him what to do, he makes sure your drinking enough water even if you both know that he doesn't, he's always running around, he doesn't walk anyway, and then when he falls over he plays if off like it never happened, which you think is adorable, that's why he does it <3