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sweet nothing (jj maybank)

pairing: jj maybank x afab!routledge!reader

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: reader is going through a tough time, allusions to ptsd

a/n: slightly inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift but mostly a self-indulgent piece bc i've been going through it lately and i just want someone to hold me. this hasn't been proofread so my apologies in advance

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She's been in bed all day, dude

The text from his best friend made JJ's heart ache. You had been different ever since returning from South America.

True, the Pogues had all changed quite a lot since their regular summers of surfing and cheap booze were usurped by treasure hunting. And true, you had just found and lost your illusive father in the span of a week. But where the other Pogues had planted both feet in the future, you were stuck somewhere else. Where, exactly, no one knew.

And now, here JJ stood outside your door, intending to find out. He lifted a hand to knock softly. "(Y/N/N)? Sweets, you in there?" There was no answer.

You were laid in your new bed, the bedding too soft and the mattress too firm. The wall opposite the door had become your sole focal point for the past hour. Either you were deeply studying the pale shade of paint, or trying to look past it to find some latent desire.

It wasn't until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you budged from your staring contest. You turned your head to find your boyfriend now sitting behind you. He gave you a soft smile, looking almost puppy-like in his pursuits. The smile couldn't be returned.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. JJ sighed in response. He kept his hand against your shoulder, rubbing the skin there in delicate patterns.

"John B said you haven't shown any signs of life today. Didn't wanna bother Shoupe for a call, so he sent me in to investigate." His attempt at a joke almost had you crack. Almost. But the fortress in your mind held strong.

You didn't want to be passive to him. JJ was your partner in crime, figurative as much as it had been made literal. He was the boy who protected you alongside your big brother your whole life. He held your heart, as you held his.

Life had sucked you in and spat you out in so many different directions, all before you knew how to make sense of any of it. And now.. you didn't know what to feel. You didn't know what to do.

"Talk to me," JJ cooed as he saw your eyes start to water. His hand was warm against your cheek, his thumb stretching to catch the first fallen tear and the ones that followed soon after. Big blue eyes scanned yours desperately for answers that you didn't have.

And so you told him, "I don't know." JJ blinked as he tried to make sense of just three words. But he didn't give an answer; he knew that wasn't what you were looking for.

Instead, JJ gathered you up in his arms, pulling you both beneath the too-soft comforter atop the too-firm mattress. He nuzzled his face against your neck, pressing gentle kisses there.

"It's okay," JJ hummed beside your ear. "Whatever it is, it's gonna work itself out. And I'm gonna be right by your side like I always have, okay? You and me through it all, sweet girl."

More tears fell at his sweet nothings-

No, you hated that they were called that.

His words were anything but nothing to you. Though you felt lost in a world so shaken from what it once was, though you felt too weak to face any of the harsh realities you had endured, you wanted nothing more than to run to the sweet words of your love for solace.

And JJ knew that.

jj maybank’s hot and confident baddie!gf hcs ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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ꨄ︎ this man is head over heels for you, kissing the ground you walk on type of energy. golden retriever & black cat couple. his friends frequently joke that you wear the pants in the relationship but he doesn’t care about anyone’s opinion— he feels like the luckiest man alive. “i’m her bitch? hell yeah i am.”

ꨄ︎ he feels so proud when you stick up for him, especially against the kooks. he’s ready to fight anyone that disrespects him but before he gets the chance, you’re already putting them in their place. he proudly watches you with the biggest smile on his face, letting you do your thing. “that’s my girl.”

ꨄ︎ doesn’t mind being submissive for you in the bedroom. calls you ‘mommy’ sometimes and lets you take control whenever you want to— it’s so fucking hot to him. he loves it when you praise him while you’re rocking your hips back and forth on his cock, whispering in his ear what a good boy he is.

ꨄ︎ he’s completely obsessed with you. always taking candid pictures of you and setting them as his lockscreen. his instagram page is filled with you as well, whether it’s the two of you together or just you alone. he’s literally your biggest fan and hypeman. “turn your head juuuust a bit to the left mamas, need to get that highlighter on camera.”

ꨄ︎ this man does anything for you. and with anything i mean anything. you ask for it and he will get it, no matter what. “oh, you think that puppy is cute? alright, ma’am. gimme three… maybe four working days and a puppy will be delivered right to your door step.” “j, that’s not wha-“ “sssh, just lemme make my girl happy.”

ꨄ︎ poor baby gets so sad when you get attention from men. he refuses to talk to you for an hour and will pout and sulk all day with his arms crossed. “he totally wanted to fuck you babe” “don’t be stupid, he was the goddamn waiter!” “so? doesn’t mean he didn’t wanna fuck you. did you see the way he looked at you when he served us those burgers?!”

ꨄ︎ you’re very protective of him and you make sure luke won’t ever lay a finger on jj again. jj spends most of his time at your house because he feels so at ease there, but if he needs to grab something from his house, you always go with him. if it escalates, you will have jj’s back before it gets out of hand. "listen, 'cause I'm only gonna say it once. touch him again and you're gonna be in big fucking trouble, got it?”

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jj fuckin’ his girl bestfriend all nice and slow, taking in her body just in complete shock that this is reality and not some crazy wet dream. tanned arms supporting his body weight beside her head where her hair is splayed around her head like a halo making her look like some kind of goddess, full lips parted and eyes closed, little ‘uh, uh, uh‘s’ leaving her pretty mouth at every thrust where jj’s fat cock nudges that spot inside her squelchy pussy that makes her dig her nails more aggressively into his muscly back.

her eyes opening for a second when his thrusts become more frantic and miscalculated, her orgasm building white hot in her lower stomach making her moan out, their eyes locking as he continues thrusting, his orgasm building as fast as hers seemed to be.

on a whim, she reaches up to take his shark tooth necklace between her teeth, the action innocent but making jj even more desperate for his release, her innocent eyes looking up at him as he thrusts harder, an even deeper desire consuming him as she moans out.

wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a heated kiss, tongues swirling deliciously against each other as he swallows all of her pretty little noises, pulling away to watch her face as she claws harder at his back, his arms aching but he wasn’t about to miss this moment, eyes flicking to her tits as her noises got louder. “‘m fuckin’ coming jj!”

“cmon come for me pretty.” he says, keeping his pace and not looking away from her face, a loud moan spilling from her wet lips as she comes undone, face contorted beautifully as her eyelids slip closed again, feeling the wetness of her orgasm coating his cock he lets go too with a loud groan, as she watches his adams apple bob as he cranes his neck back, dropping his arms which supported his weight and whispering praises inaudibly into her neck.

their sweat-slick bodies pressed impossibly close but still needed to be closer, with his slowly softening dick still inside her sopping pussy she takes a hand through the tangles strands of blonde hair and a kiss to his sweaty forehead, making him smile and press a lazy kiss to her collarbone. “can’t believe we didn’t do that sooner, you’re fuckin’ perfect.” he mumbles, making her blush crimson as he nuzzles his face into her neck and breathes out all relaxed.

thoughts on jj saving the reader from drowning after pushing her off a boat as a joke and reader is like, REALLYYYY, upset about it

he’d beat himself up so bad :,( no

without hesitation upon seeing you gasping for air, he’d dive in behind you— internally shitting himself. it was supposed to be for good laughs, as he typically did just about anything to emit a fit of giggles from you. it’s now that he wishes he would’ve said yes to the pogues coming rather him saying ‘it’s me and my girls day on the boat.’

struggling to get both you and him back into the boat, he manages, seated at the bow to inch some of the protruding water from your lungs. but he’s stopped by the jab of your hand to his.

“don’t even fucking touch me.”

oh God, he thinks he might croak— he was the cause of this and you weren’t letting him live it down. this was the last outcome he would’ve ever wanted. you were for hot with lividness, scorching to touch.

“baby, m’just trying to help. should’ve never—“

“yeah, you shouldn’t have. take me home jj.” you’d cough, pacing to the other end of the boat as far as humanly possibly right now.

“but-but, i don’t want you to go home, i want you to stay here with me.”

“then you shouldn’t have pushed me off of the damn boat!”

he’d lower his head, fully knowing he deserves it. he’s following your steps. and though you fight him, and wriggle in his hold almost knocking him into the water. you stop upon knowing he won’t let you go, his chin resting atop your head. saying sorry without even saying it.

“won’t do it again. just stay with me, be here.”

send a concept, i’ll elaborate.

the pogues getting annoyed at jjs constant pda but he doesnt notice bc hes so wrapped up in you <3

i’ve touched on this so many times but i’m always gonna come back to because this! it is so special to me!! like absolutely, he’s so obsessive when it comes to physical touch.

he uncontrollably demands it to feel whole, it’s as if he’s a fiend to it.

but it’s on a sunday night, aka pogue movie night. a night where relaxation is ensued after all of the chaos during the week, the group can unwind with a movie and then converse after about the unfortunate events that one could’ve missed.

the way it’s looking you and jj are officially going to be banned from movie night.

with all the school girl giggles, touching beyond the shared blanket, and the nearly distasteful smacking of lips.

initially, you and jj were shunned to your own corner of the chateaus living room. which neither of you minded, tangled amongst each other in the recliner. you would never argue that jj maybank’s lap was the most sensuous place to be.

his calloused finger tips toyed at the nape of your neck, steadying it to easily access the undiscovered of your lips. jj becomes mindless, lost in the repeated melody of your mouth trying to keep up with his. the surroundings have fallen flat, leaving you and him with a love so remarkable that he can’t contain it.

anything or anyone else’s existence no longer matters.

“Jesus fucking Christ, are y’all just gonna’ eat eachothers faces all night?!” kie has this ‘i can’t take it anymore look’ & even that doesn’t phase jj. as his large hand dances higher along your tender thigh. you press against his wide chest for him to stop, his breath is faltering against your lips, with foreheads touching.

a pout is forming, pulling him out of a trance he wanted to stay in for a lifetime.

“j, j! stop they’re staring at us.” he glances around the room, with a sly smirk of his face.

“ya’ll enjoying the real show huh?” pulling you in closer, he gets lost all over again.

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.