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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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john b literally does it for me.

wanna fuck him in the back of the twinkie NOT EVEN SORRY BOUT IT.

**yeah it's a situationship. complicated. seems like jombie **and yes i make him beg. *smut and angst cause i LOVE writing angst

"John B Routledge!" you bang on his screen door. "You owe me a beach day!" You shout and bang on it some more until a very aggravated John B opened the door. You opened the screen door and smile at your friend. "Morning sunshine, you owe me a beach day.”

"I don't owe you shit, Yn."

"You don't?" You cross your arms, looking at him. "I covered for your ass when Sarah asked where you were. Said you were out somewhere with your dad when you were hiding in my room from her." Your fingers tap his chest. "I lied to your girlfriend, so you promised me a beach day."

John B sighed. "Ex, she cheated. With Topper. And fine, give me 10 minutes." You clap and lay on his couch, closing your eyes as you listen to him rustle around. "Alright, let's go, brat."

"Brat. This brat helped you out." John B pushed your head and you both hop into the twinkie. John B drove to your favorite beach in the Outer Banks, far from where anyone could find you two.

You set out your blanket and towel, John B coming over with the bag and cooler. You take off your shirt and shorts, catching John B staring for too long. "Can you help me put the sunscreen on, JB?"

"Uh, yeah, of course." He took the bottle and moved your hair, massaging the lotion into your back. He moved down and covered your ass and down your thighs, and you had to bite your knuckle. He just broke up with his girlfriend 2 days ago, but you couldn't help but want him. You had him first.

You and John B were friends who later added the 'with benefits' part. It went on for months, no strings attached. He then stopped hanging out with you altogether when he started dating Sarah, then came back around when they were serious.

You turn around and face him, John B rubbing lotion into his hands and smoothing over your chest, hesitant on covering your boobs. "Nothing you have touched before, JB." His cheeks turned red as he put sunscreen all over your front.

"My turn." He took off his shirt and you bite your lip softly, putting lotion over his chest and v-line. He gasped softly and you turn him around. You rub it into his back, scratching down his skin, knowing it drove him crazy.

"Alright, I think I'lm going to swim for a bit, clear my head." You nod and play music on your phone, laying in the sun with your eyes closed. John B was gone for more than an hour, and came back pruny and dripping wet.

"Good swim?"

"So good, I thought of literally everything I could think of." John B laid next to you and closed his eyes, and you watched the water droplets slide down and off his body. You bit your lip and flipped onto your stomach, groaning. "Takes too much to suntan?"

"No, asshat. My shoulders and back are killing me." You huff and lay your cheek on your hand, John B sitting up and sitting with his wet trunks on your thighs. "Ah, JB it's cold!" You laugh and he smiles.

"Just relax, are there knots in your shoulder and back?" You nod and he presses his thumbs into your shoulders, massaging out the first knot he found and you moan rather loudly. "Haven't heard that in a while." He mumbled softly, but you still heard him. You did it purposely now, knowing he liked it. And John B purposefully found tough knots just to hear you moan.

After he got off you sat up and rolled out your shoulders, a smile on your face. "JJ's couldn't get them out. He was so rough I told him to never touch me again." John B laughs and stands up, holding out his hand. "I'm not going in the water, you're crazy."

"Why not? Why come to the beach then?" He asks and looks at you, his hair still damp in his face. You studied him. His head blocked the sun, his hands on his hips which pushed his shorts down a bit, giving you a good eye level shot of his v-line.

You protested. John B rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, grabbing your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh and hit his back as his right hand held onto the back of your thighs. "Hold your breath!" He yelled as he jumped into the water with you.

The two of you spent some time in the water, floating and talking. "Do you want Sarah back?" John B stayed silent. "The girl cheated and you still want her?"

"Can you blame me, Yn? I've been in love with this girl for so long. We've been through so much, I don't want to give up on her. It'll take time but I know I'll forgive her."

"Right." You nod and swim to shore, pushing your hair behind your back and squeezing the water out, drying your body and hair.

"Yn, where are you going? Why are you mad at what I said?" John B's hands were in front of him, and he was utterly confused as you angrily shoved your blanket and towel into your bag.

"What about me, John B?"

Finally. 5 years of being in love with John B and 3 years of Sarah Cameron and on-and-off fucking around, you finally asked it.

"What about all the things we've been through together? How we used to spend every night with each other? Hell, even have sex when you and Sarah were done! I don't know why I even try. You still want the broad after cheating." You pulled on your shorts, leaving your shirt off. "Thanks for the beach day, I'll find another ride home." You start to walk past the Twinkie but John B catches up to you.

"Yn, stop being an idiot." You drop the bag and look at him, his hand holding your face. "Did you really think I would come here with you just as friends? The way I wanted to keep touching you." His fingers fell to your bathing suit top, breath hitting yours as he pushed the strap off your shoulders. "You were poison, Yn Yln. You're intoxicating. I need you."

You slide open the door, sitting on the cushion and he climbs in after you like a lost puppy and you slam the door. You push your hips forward, John B on his knees as he looked at you desperately. "Tell me."

"Tell you.. what?"

You lean forward, the other strap falling and John B got a perfect view of your chest. "Tell me how bad you need me."

"Fuck, Yn, I think of you every fucking day. Your body, the way you sound." His hands touch your knees, pushing up towards your shorts. "I need to taste you, God I remember you tasting so sweet." Your eyes got heavy as he pulled your shorts off. You put your heel on the seat, John B untying the knot on your hips and taking off your bottoms.

"Anything you want, John B." You cursed yourself for letting yourself fall for him again, but how could you not? John B leaned forward with his eyes trained on yours, tongue flicking against your clit slowly as you let out soft whimpers.

"Go ahead, tell me how bad you need more." John B taunted and you look at him, and he looked at you with a devilish grin. His fingers rub up and down your folds, waiting for your words.

"Fuck, John B. Eat me like your last fucking meal. Fuck me like you're dying tomorrow, I don't care what you do. I need you." You grab his face and kiss him, a satisfied hum coming from his mouth against yours. John B slides his fingers inside and you gasp against his mouth, gripping his hair.

You moan into his mouth as he picks up his pace, hand around your neck as he pushes your head back, laying you down on the seat and fucking you with his fingers the fastest he could. "John B!" You exclaim and he pulls away with a smile. "You dickhead."

"You know how I like to make you cum, and it's not like that." You sat up and switched positions with John B, pulling his shorts down before he could sit down. You toss them behind you and drool at the sight of his leaky cock.

"Missed me, JB?" You smirk and kitten lick the tip, taking him into your mouth. John B let out a little whimper as you push him down your throat.

"Good girl, take all of me. Fuck yes, you're so good." He huffed and leaned forward, untying your top and throwing it with the pile of clothes. His left hand held your hair as the other one toyed with your nipple. You gag on him and he lets outa breath, laughing as he grabbed your chin and pulled you up, grinning as you gasp for air.

"You did miss me."

"Oh, I missed hearing you gag on my dick." He hums and kisses you, pulling you onto his lap. You grab his cock and his hand grips the back of your head, pushing your head down. "Watch, baby. Watch me fill you up."

You sit down on him, gasping at the foreign feeling. You held his face, moving your hips and John B moans against your mouth. "You feel so good, Yn. Fuck."

John B laid you on the seat, thrusting his hips into you and wrapping his hand around your throat. "Fuck, you are perfect." His hands fall down your front, thumb rubbing your clit. You grab his biceps and gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Already, sweetheart? We're just getting started." you whimper his name and dig your nails into his skin. "Come on, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."

"Fuck, John B! Shit!" Your legs shook around his body, John B still moving his hips.

"Fuck I love hearing you scream my name." John B got off of you and you bend over the cushion, his hand spanking you a few times roughly. He pushed himself into you, holding onto the seat above your head as he slammed into you.

John B grabbed your hair in his fist and you look at him. "JJ fucks so much better." You moan and he laughs.

"Sarah rides better." You pull away from him and push him onto the seat again, sliding down on him and bouncing your hips. John B's hand smoothed up your stomach and twisted your nipple in his fingers.

You lean forward and bite his neck, his breath getting choppy. You bit harder and sat up, kissing him lazily as his hands hold your back. "You gonna cum for me, John B? You gonna fill me up like old times?"

"Holy.. God.. damn it." John B pressed you down against him and you whimper, shivering as he pumps his cum into you. He bounced you on top of him, rubbing your clit and you fist his hair, hips shaking as you cum around him. "I will never get tired of watching you cum." He let out a small laugh and kissed your sweaty chest, your fingers combing through his hair.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, wanna meet me at the snack shack?" You get off of him and he nods, John B helping you tie your top. You tie the strings at your hips and throw his button up over your body.

"That's my shirt." You open the door and slide your shoes on.

"I thought you liked me in your clothes?" You wink and head to the bathroom. You fix your hair and check your phone, hearing your voice being called. You look behind you thinking it was John B, but you look to the left and it was someone much worse.

Sarah fucking Cameron.

There you stood. Just-had-sex hair, John B's shirt, sweat, scratches and bite marks. She wasn't stupid, you knew she'd notice right away.

"Yn, hi!" She hugs you and you pat her back, putting on your best smile. "How are you?"

Her eyes scan your body and you grew nervous. You saw John B walking towards you and you try to signal that it was Sarah. "Uh, I'm uh.. alright. Just trying to.. enjoy my summer."

Sarah wasn't stupid. She looked behind her and John B ducked behind a trash can. "John B?"

He stood up slowly and you backed up from her, closer to John B. She put it together. His shirt on you, the marks on his neck. "Sarah."

"Didn't take you long to move on, John B" she crossed your arms and you laugh. "Something funny?"

"How are you gonna get mad at him for fucking someone else when you cheated on him? It's your fault." Sarah's face turned red and John B's hand rubbed your back.

"We were together when you got with Topper. I'm single getting with Yn. There's a difference. See you around, Sarah." You two walk past her and you poke him.

"I still have to use the bathroom, JB."

"Okay, I'll be the bodyguard to make sure she doesn't try anything in the bathroom."

"You act like I haven't kicked her ass before."

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andy-15-07 · 27 days

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Sweet Dreams

masterlist ! pairing: John B x reader

Summary : John B wakes up next to the love of his life.

Outer Banks Masterlist

John B yawned, rubbing his eyes as he crawled into bed beside Y/n, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her peaceful face. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her features. He couldn't help but smile as he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Y/n stirred slightly, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she snuggled closer to him. "Hey," she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with drowsiness.

"Hey," John B whispered back, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Y/n blinked sleepily, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "It's okay," she said with a small smile. "I'm glad you're here."

John B's heart swelled with warmth at her words. "Me too," he admitted, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Y/n."

Y/n's smile widened, her eyes shining with affection. "I love you too, John B," she replied softly, her hand finding his beneath the blankets.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, simply reveling in each other's presence. The stresses of the day melted away as they basked in the warmth of their love.

"You know," Y/n said suddenly, breaking the quiet, "I've been thinking."

John B raised an eyebrow, curious. "About what?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. "About us," she confessed. "About our future."

John B's heart skipped a beat at her words, a rush of excitement flooding through him. "What about our future?" he asked eagerly.

Y/n shifted to face him, her eyes meeting his with determination. "I want us to be together forever, John B," she said earnestly. "I want to wake up next to you every morning, and fall asleep in your arms every night."

John B felt a lump form in his throat at her heartfelt words. He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin tenderly. "I want that too, Y/n," he said softly. "More than anything."

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Promise me," she whispered. "Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."

John B's heart swelled with emotion as he gazed into her eyes, seeing all the love and trust reflected back at him. "I promise," he vowed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'll always find my way back to you, Y/n. Always."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she threw her arms around him, holding him close as if she never wanted to let him go. "I love you so much, John B," she breathed, her voice choked with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/n," John B murmured, his own voice thick with tears. He held her tightly, savoring the feeling of her in his arms, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.

And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, they knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they were together, they could conquer anything that came their way. For they were not just two souls entwined, but two hearts beating as one, united in a love that was destined to last a lifetime.

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lust444men · 15 days

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beach day.

warns: calm dominance, soft!jb x curious!reader. reader gets hurt and gently scolded by jb!! nicknames (baby, babe, hon). small blurb whilst i continue with other things!

a/n: first thing of jombee!!! omg!!

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a calm, relaxing beach day with John B was always your favourite. collecting shells, playing in the water and splashing around like kids, him trying to relax in his chair and you throwing sand at him for being boring.

but you had been given one simple instruction of "Don't touch the crabs." because when you were last here with him, you picked up a crab, got pinched, and cried to him for like half an hour. did you listen? nope. you were splashing around with him as per usual, before you stopped and stared down at the clear water, clearly seeing something that caught your eye.

"whatcha lookin' at, babe?" jb asked, trying to look into the water where you were, and saw nothing but sand. "look!" You pointed, grinning before sucking in a sharp breath, dunking under the water for a moment.

He watched you try to reach to the bottom of the shallow water to grab something, amused. He waited for you, curious as to what you were trying to pick up.

you jolted back out shortly after, rubbing your finger with a pout as you looked guilty of something, not even looking at him. He raised his eyebrow when you shot back up empty handed and then pouted, feeling slightly worried when you wouldn't even look at him.

"Everything okay, hon? What were you trying to pick up?" He asked you softly, his face starting to be filled with concern.

you stayed quiet for a beat, before mumbling: "a crab." and his jaw ticked slightly, his concern being replaced with slight irritation.

"what did I say about picking up crabs?" He asked, taking your chin softly in his hand, angling your dripping face to him.

"not to do it."

"and why shouldn't you do it?"

"..'cause they pinch."

"and what did you do?"

"picked up a crab."

"mhm, n what happened?"

"I got pinched."

He hummed lowly, nodding as he gently squeezed your jaw. "should've listened to me, baby. m'always right, ain't I?" He asked, rhetorical, but you still nodded.

"sorry." you said quietly, looking down at the small, paper cut like cut on your finger from the pinchers, and he winced. "eesh. gotta hurt, hm, babe?" he gently put his hand on your lower back, guiding you out the water and towards the tanning beds, making you sit.

"luckily, I know you're accident prone, so i brought these." He smiled as he held up a box of plasters, which made you smile. you didn't even need a plaster, he just didn't want you to get sand in it. he gently stuck it to your finger, before kissing over the top of it.

"all fixed."

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stvolanis · 1 month

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AHHH! I literally love all your fics! You’re definitely one of my favorite writers for OBX! okay first thing! Can I please be on the tag list for obx fics and second! Could you maybe write some JJ or John B smut with them being total bottoms maybe with some f receiving oral and degration 🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 actual begging here (I love ur writing so much it’s actually amazing)

awh thank you so much!!! And ofc I’ll add you asap!! :D

Imo, John b would definitely be a switch! but just for you, this is more on the sub side ^^

sometimes after long, drug out, missions where they lost to kooks yet again—he needs a break. He needs to take his mind off of things, and what better way than to let you do all the thinking for him??

his favorite way to do that is by giving you other worldly head. And I mean face sitting, to the point where he thinks he’s taking his last breath between your thighs, but he honestly doesn’t even care. “Dirty whore, aren’t you, pretty boy? Just f’me, hm?” You’d coo at him, running your nails through his messy hair. He’d nod against your pussy, his own groans sending vibrations through your core.

His cock sat against his stomach, throbbing painfully and hard. His tip was an angry color, begging for your attention as your hand reached around to wrap around it. His hips bucked into your hand, and you clicked your tongue. “Don’t be greedy, slut.” You hissed out. He whimpered, digging his tongue into your cunt in hopes of pleasing you enough to make you jerk him off.

and god, when you finally do, he’s such a cute mess! His babbles and whines muffled by your cunt, and you could see your slick on his nose from riding his face. His pupils were blown out, and when you tried to lift off of his face, he pulled you right back down. You were sure his jaw was sore, and it was, but that didn’t stop him from making you squirt for a third time all over him! he loves your pussy so much :)

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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 8 months

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Guffy's Girl is One Hot-Ass Mechanic (OBX Week Day Two)

John B Routledge x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, shitty writing, I know nothing about boats but ignore that, money problems, reader lowkey has a thing for Kie

WC: .9k

Thank you again @surftrips for putting together #obxweek23, all of the prompts are amazing ♡

John B stands at the entrance to Guffy’s, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. Guffy had told him to wait there ten minutes previous and walked off. That left John B standing there, playing with the HMS Pogue keys all alone. People kept walking past him and laughing, but he ignored them.

“Alright, John B,” Guffy said, finally returning. “Your mechanic is ready to take a look.”

“Oh, thank God. Listen, dude the Pogue conked out in the marsh and I had to--” John B locked eyes with a girl who had grease smeared across her forehead and the most gorgeous eyes ever.

Damn, JJ wasn’t wrong when he said Guffy’s mechanic was hot.

“Yeah, keep going,” She said, and John B noticed she was writing on a pad of paper.

“Oh, right. I towed her in and checked everything. The spark plugs, the coolant, the carburetor-- everything, man. She won’t even start.”

“Let me check it out, it’ll be only a minute. 10 dollar fee if I get it fixed within the hour,” She grinned, eyes twinkling as she walked down the dock in the direction of the parking lot. “Where’s your boat, Mr. Routledge?”

“Uh, over there by the gray Nissan Xterra.”

“Perfect,” John B tailed after her, eyeing her up and down. She wore platforms, which had to be uncomfortable, and a home-cropped tee that read Hurley Surf in pastel letters. Every part of her body had grease smeared on it and her hands were fucked up despite the glittery nail polish she wore.

“Oh, I’m Y/n, by the way,” She offered over her shoulder, then knocked on the front window of the Nissan as she passed by. “Your girlfriend? She’s cute.”

“Huh? Oh. Kie-- Kie’s not my girlfriend,” John B muttered, a little pink as Y/n stepped to the back of the boat and pulled a gray cap out of her back pocket, tucking her hair up in it, out of the way.

“My bad,” Y/n stepped on the side of the trailer and swung herself up into the Pogue. “You got keys, dude?”

“Yeah, here,” John B tossed them to her and she turned the keys to the on position in the ignition but didn’t start the boat.

“I mean, everything looks fine, except for the oil. You said she wouldn’t start?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened.”

“Alright, shit. Lemme check the bottom. If I can’t see anything wrong down there--” Y/n took the hand John B offered as she jumped off the boat-- “I’ll check the engine.” Y/n leaned under the hull and clicked her tongue. “Problem.”

There were a few drops of oil on the concrete. Then she laid on the pavement and scooted under the boat. John B could hear the click of a flashlight and winced when he heard Y/n audibly gasp.

“Well, fuck, dude,” Y/n slipped out from under the Pogue, oil splattered on her shirt. “You’re not only leaking oil,” She said, wiping her hands on a rag, (not that it did much), “but there’s a hole in the hull that leads directly to the engine. Did you hit something, maybe?”

John B shook his head. “Not that I remember. Kie, did we ever hit something in the Pogue?”

“Yeah, the sandbar right after Agatha!” Kie called, fidgeting with the radio, getting mostly static signals.

“Fuck,” John B muttered. “In the marsh. Lucky we didn’t sink, I guess. How much do you think it’ll cost to fix her?” He asked, wringing his hands.

“Three, maybe four grand,” Y/n winced at John B’s face.

“I… thanks for looking at her.”

“Yeah, of course,” Y/n watched John B walk to the passenger side of the Nissan, shoulders slumped in defeat. “Hey!”

“Yeah?” John B turned with a sigh. “Oh, observation fee. How much do I--”

“No, no. I was just gonna that you could leave the boat here if you’re gonna scrap her. Or I’ll take care of it for you, and it won’t even run you a hundred bucks.”

“Are you-- you’re joking.”

“Nah, no joke. You just gotta take me out,” Y/n said with a sly smile. “I mean, if Hottie McHotFace in there’s not your girlfriend? You either can’t get a date or you need a shit ton of practice.”

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Two years later

“Hey, Y/n! Can you come look at this? I think I broke something!” John B yelled from the Pogue, engine compartment open as he knelt on the deck, tools spread out next to him.

“Yeah, sure!” Y/n stood up from the end of the dock and stepped onto the boat, steadying herself with a hand on John B’s shoulder. “What’s up?”

“That shiny shit down there. Might be another leak,” John B pointed into the engine, reaching down.

“Jesus Christ, don’t touch it!” Y/n yelled, slapping his hand. “Are you crazy?”

John B raised his eyebrows, nodding. “Yeah, probably.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’re dumb.” She kissed him on the cheek, then grabbed the flashlight from the toolbox and shined it into the engine. The light caught something and refracted all around the compartment, a dazzling and slightly concerning thing to see in an engine. Y/n slowly reached down, wrapping her fingers around something soft and damp.

When she pulled her hand out, her eyes focused on a rose with a ring attached to the stem. “What--”

John B grinned, sliding the ring off the stem and getting on one knee. “Y/n Bradshaw, will you marry me?”

“Oh my God,” Y/n mumbled. “Yes. Yes, yes, I will!” She squealed as John B slid the ring onto her finger and kissed her sweetly. She stayed close, resting her forehead on his. “John Booker Routledge, if I ever find out you’re putting shit in my engine that doesn’t belong there, I’m gonna kill you.”

John B nodded, gulping. “Yes, ma’am.”

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cantstoptheimagines · 10 months

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DEAR JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHNNNNNN

“Dear John” (John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — Your relationship with John B finally comes to an end.

Requested by anonymous — DEAR JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHNNNNNN

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Angst; discussions of past relationship problems (breakups and falling out of love, misunderstandings, suspected cheating, trust issues, etc.); the prompt might make you think of he who shall not be named if you know literally anything about Taylor Swift lore.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 596. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Send me your favorite Taylor lyrics to receive a blurb.

the disappointment on your face was enough to make john b drop his gaze. flashes of red and blue lit up the night as shoupe released your ex-boyfriend from the cuffs around his wrists.

“got into a fight at the beach with some other kid,” explained shoupe. “he said you’d take him if i dropped him off?”

you nodded quietly, rubbing at the goosebumps that exposed themselves on your arms. the cool breeze in the air wasn’t doing you any favors at the moment.

shoupe disappeared, leaving the you alone with the boy you had once been close with. letting out a sigh, you muttered, “you can’t keep telling him to bring you here.”

“i know,” nodded john b. “i’m sorry. it’s just — i don’t know. if i don’t come to you, there’s no one else for me. and this is the only way i can get you to even look at me anymore.”

you nearly drifted into his arms at the sight of his chocolate eyes. that is, until you remembered all that had happened between the two and restrained yourself.

“i think that’s something you should talk to sarah cameron about.”

he shook his head at your words, eyes brimming with with a layer of tears now, “nothing happened. what you saw was just me trying to comfort her, okay? she was going through a tough time. what’s it gonna take for you to believe me?”

he took a step closer and almost smiled when you didn’t back away for the first time in what felt like forever. he admired your features, wanting nothing more than to intertwine his fingers with yours like he used to.

“i’d never do that to you,” he whispered. “i loved — no, love you. i’ve hardly been able to function since you left. you can even ask jj, pope, and kie! they’ll tell you the same thing—!”

you placed a hand on his clothed chest when he was only a breath away. any closer and you might find yourself back in his arms, despite still holding onto the distrust in your heart.

you knew there was a chance john b could be telling the truth, but the voice in the back of your head kept demanding to know what would happen if he wasn’t. if this was all just some sick joke to him.

in the end, however, it seemed your doubts always won the fight.

“go home, john b,” you said, gently pushing him away until your touch could no longer reach him.

he watched as you stepped inside for a brief moment, appearing once again only seconds after doing so. in your hands was a cardboard box, which you quickly placed in his arms.

“next time you tell shoupe to bring you here, i’m not answering the door,” you said. “you’re on your own.”

he didn’t get another chance to speak. you vanished from sight, locking the front door of your house behind you. john b felt the first of many tears roll down his cheek.

glancing down, he found nothing but memories inside the box. a few of his old t-shirts you liked to wrap around your pillow at night, some photos you had taken together, and even the spare key he had given you to the château.

but what caught his attention the most was a sealed envelope he didn’t recognize. written across the back in dark ink were two simple words. ones that he knew were only a mere introduction to the heartbreak he would face upon reading the letter’s contents.

‘dear john’

#2023 #requested #swiftie song blurbs #dear john #outer banks #outer banks blurbs #outer banks blurb #outer banks x reader #john b x reader #john b blurb #john b blurbs #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge blurb #john b routledge blurbs

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somethingswift19 · 3 months

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Perfect Day - John B x (f) Reader

| Warnings: None | (a/n): I might turn this into a full one shot later. I haven't decided yet. Actually thought about doing an entire Lana series...imagines/one shots based on each song in my previous post correlating with each character

Just picture this: It's summer time in the OBX. Sunny skies and 90 degree weather. Your boyfriend, John B, and his friends are surfing while you, Kiara, and Sarah lay on the beach tanning. West Coast by Lana Del Rey is playing through the speakers while you drink coconut water and pass a j between the three of you. The warm breeze is blowing through your hair and on your face. As you girls are laughing and talking about whatever town gossip is going around, your boyfriend runs up and grabs you from behind causing you to let out a squeal. Giving you a quick kiss he sits down next to you and grabs a beer. It's the perfect day....

#john b x y/n #john b fanfiction #john b x reader #john b routledge #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #obx #obx fanfiction #imagine #obx imagine #obx blurb #outer banks imagine #outer banks blurb #john b imagine #john b blurb

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stxrslut · 12 days

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After a hard day, daddy!john b would let you crawl into his lap and suck on his fingers while he tells you what a good girl you are

thinking about this after a long stressful day on one of the pogues missions :( being so tired and wound up from everything.

straddling his lap and subtly grinding your hips and sucking on his fingers while he kisses all over your cheek and temple. “you did so good f’me today, were so smart when you thought about the water— saved us down there, you really did.”

and just nearly falling asleep, head flopping onto his shoulder, but avoiding it as you start to grind a bit harder on him, just working yourself up to an orgasm to really get yourself tired out :(

#anon #lily’s lil’ blurbs 🌷#john b prompt #john b outer banks #john b smut #john b #john b x reader #John b concept #john b blurb

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 5 months

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John B. Routledge Masterlist

none yet!

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drudyslut · 5 months

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John B. Masterlist

smut = ☆ angst = ❀ fluff = ♡

one shots:

↠ john b snaps at bimbo!gf!reader ☆

moodboards:

fic recs:

#john booker routledge #john b smut #john b fluff #john b angst #john b x reader #john b routledge #john b x you #obx #john b fanfiction #john b fic #john b blurb

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andy-15-07 · 1 month

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Unexpected Encounters

masterlist ! pairing: Chase Stokes x reader

SUMMARY : Chase stokes and Y/n meet at one of Chase's interviews (maybe like at jimmy fallons show where reader is in the audience) and fall in love.

Outer Banks Masterlist | part 2

The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the audience settled in their seats, awaiting the arrival of the night's guest on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. Among them sat Y/N, a young woman who couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as the stage lights illuminated, signaling the start of the show.

As Jimmy Fallon's cheerful voice filled the studio, Y/N's gaze was drawn to the guest list for the evening. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name: Chase Stokes. She had admired his work on the hit series "Outer Banks" and couldn't wait to see him in person.

Moments later, Chase Stokes stepped onto the stage, greeted by thunderous applause. Y/N couldn't help but admire his charm and charisma as he settled into the guest chair, flashing his signature smile.

The interview flowed seamlessly, with Jimmy Fallon and Chase exchanging witty banter and sharing behind-the-scenes stories from the show. Y/N found herself captivated by Chase's every word, hanging onto his every anecdote with rapt attention.

After the interview concluded, Y/N lingered in her seat as the audience began to file out of the studio. She couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to meet Chase in person, even if it was just for a brief moment.

As luck would have it, fate intervened when Chase caught sight of Y/N lingering in the crowd. He flashed her a charming grin and made his way over to where she was seated.

"Hey there," Chase said, his voice warm and inviting. "I couldn't help but notice you during the interview. Mind if I join you?"

Y/N's heart fluttered at the unexpected gesture. "Of course," she replied, trying to keep her composure as Chase took the seat next to her.

"Great interview, right?" Chase said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Absolutely," Y/N nodded, unable to contain her excitement. "I'm a huge fan of 'Outer Banks.' Your performance is incredible."

Chase grinned, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Thank you so much. It means a lot to hear that."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between them, as if they had known each other for years rather than just meeting. They talked about everything from their favorite scenes in the show to their shared love of travel and adventure.

Before they knew it, the studio lights began to dim, signaling the end of their time together. Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the thought of saying goodbye so soon.

As they stood up to leave, Chase hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Listen, I know this might be a long shot, but would you maybe want to grab a coffee sometime? I'd love to get to know you better."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the invitation. She had never expected their chance encounter to lead to something like this. "I would love to," she replied, a smile spreading across her face.

And just like that, a simple meeting at a late-night talk show had blossomed into something unexpected and beautiful. As they exchanged contact information, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the serendipity that had brought them together.

As they parted ways, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something truly special. Who knew that a chance encounter in a crowded studio audience could lead to finding love in the most unexpected of places?

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Hiya hope you are doing well

I was wondering Could I request a John B Routledge x child sister reader form The Autumn Writing Prompts number 27

27. "I don't want to listen to the monster mash!"

"Okay, Little Bird, ready to go?" John B asks his six year old sister.

"Ready!" She runs out of her room with her stuffed animal. They're meeting up with the others at The Wreck for dinner and just to hang out.

"So, we going now?" JJ asks. He's stayed the past few nights at the chateau given his home life.

"Yep." John B says. He puts his hand on Y/N's head, leading her out of the house, JJ following.

They pile into the Twinkie and John B starts to drive.

"Music?" John B asks.

"Uh-huh." Y/N excitedly nods.

"Okay, what?" John B asks.

"Monster Mash!" Y/N exclaims.

"Anything else?" John B asks.

"Monster Mash." She repeats.

"Come on, Y/N/N. Really? No different songs?" John B questoins.

"Monster Mash." She tells him.

"I think she wants to listen to Monster Mash." JJ comments receiving a sarcastic laugh from his friend.

"Monster Mash. Monster Mash. Monster Mash." Y/N chants.

"I don't want to listen to the monster mash!" John B complains.

"Monster Mash. Monster Mash. Monster Mash." Y/N continues to chant.

John B heavily sighs, turning the requested song on, Y/N clapping in excitement.

#john b #john b routledge #john b blurb #john b routledge blurb

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pappydaddy · 2 years

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sunflower (j.b.r.)

a/n: this is for the lovely @i-always-come-back-xoxo who wanted a john b fic (from my 500 follower celebration) with the song sunflower vol. 6 by the harry styles! i hope you like it lovely💛!

p.s. thank you for spamming me with requests from my celebration! these and the steve blurb i made are single-handedly fighting off my writer's block!

tv show/movie: outer banks

pairing: john b. routledge x fem!reader requested

based off sunflower vol. 6 by harry styles

synopsis: john b is infatuated by a girl he spots at a boneyard party one night

*line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!

warnings: fluff | reader is described as wearing a yellow sundress

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- not my gif -

Standing at the keg, John B took a swig of fresh beer from his solo cup. His brown eyes scanned the crowd stretching across the beach from over the rim. The entire island's teenage population had to be at the boneyard tonight (including Tourons). Some people were off to the side, sitting in the sand as they talked, sipped their beers, and just enjoyed the weather that the middle of June brought them. Others danced, sand being kicked up around their ankles. Others sat around the many bonfires.

Pulling the cup away from his lips, John B swallowed the chilled liquid, cringing at the cheap taste, but relishing in the aftertaste. Might be cheap beer, but it was beer. As his eyes passed over the designated dance area again, the crowd shifted in just the right way that allowed him to see her. The girl in the yellow sundress who was dancing without a care in the world. Her eyes closed, her hands in the air before occasionally trailing along her face and body as she swayed to the music. Her lips moved to the lyrics of the music as she sang them.

She glowed in the setting sun, her face glistening with carefree happiness. If John B hadn't just swallowed his beer, he was confident he would have spit it out or choked on it at the sight of her and her sheer beauty. It was as if she radiated beauty just standing there. Just like a sunflower.

Watching her, he found himself greedy. Wanting to see her at all times, to have her just for himself to look at - like a melody made just for him. He wanted her, he wanted to talk to her, to kiss her, to feel her. But, yet, here he stood, staring at her with a slack jaw and wide eyes. Even if he wanted to get to know her, he couldn't. He seemed to be tongue-tied. Shaking his head, he stood straighter and closed his mouth. Fixing his sunglasses, he slipped his hand into the front pocket of his shorts, flexing his bicep and looking off to the side in hopes of her looking over.

"Just go talk to her." Kie shoved him as she disposed of yet another discarded solo cup in the trash can next to John B. Stumbling, John B glanced towards the girl to see her eyes now open and looking in his direction - a hint of a smile on her face. His cheeks flushed (something that never happens to him) at the idea of her seeing the pathetic stumble.

"I'm not going to do that," John B shook his head. "I am going to look like a fool in front of her and that is the last thing I want to do," He admitted, looking over at Kie who nodded, looking right past him. "And besides," He continued, rambling off onto a tangent as he thought about kissing her in his kitchen in the most domestic way possible. "She is her and I am me, why would I even entertain the thought of talking to her-"

"Ouch," A melodious voice cut him off, startling him. Looking behind him, he saw the girl in the yellow sundress closer to him. He could see the colour of her eyes, the slope of her nose, he could see everything better and up close, she was even more breath-taking. "Hard not to be offended when the cute boy who caught your eye doesn't even want to talk to you." She teased.

"I- Uh- It's- I didn't-" John B stuttered over his words, his eyes wide and mouth open again.

"Relax, I know you didn't mean it like that. We can start over," She suggested, extending her hand out to him. "I'm Y/N. I just moved here."

"John B. I've lived here my whole life." He said before he could stop the words. He flushed again but she didn't seem to care.

"Well, John B, you're gonna give me a dance then you can show me around a little," She told him. "Maybe we can end the tour at your bedroom?" John B was sure that if he had been taking a drink, he would have spit it out or choked on it at the innuendo.

"Whatever you want, Sunflower."

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rubiehart · 2 months

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cockwarming bestfriend jayj would just be so ughhhhhhhhhh. you’re both a little past the point of tipsy, having slipped away together from the kegger back to the chateau, legs tangled together in the hammock as you watch jj slowly inhale the joint he still managed to roll pretty well even in his intoxicated state. his eyes flutter closed as he sucks in the smoke and reaches over to place it between your fingers as he blows it out, too focused on the way the smoke clouds his face and then disappears, blue eyes trained on your figure, raking up your bare legs and ending on your face.

you blink away the thought and bring the joint to your lips and inhale deeply, looking into his eyes as your hold the smoke in your mouth, not too sure what this eye contact meant from his end but you knew exactly why you were doing it, the reason evident as you feel your cotton panties dampen a little, choosing to ignore it as he reaches his arms up behind his head and groans, stretching his legs out and his foot nudges your leg to get your attention.

you rip your eyes away from his for a second, your high clearly taking over your actions, grinning at jj as he knits his brows together, a little smirk laying on his rubied lips, tonguing the little cut on his bottom lip as he watches your frame. you pass him the joint and he takes another long hit, coughing a little when you start crawling up his body, situating yourself on his lap. he reaches one hand to hold your waist as his eyes widen. “oh- hey, watch’a doin?” you just smile and giggle as you reach down to capture his lips in a kiss.

he groans into your mouth and releases the smoke he’d been holding. you start to slowly grind on him, little whines of pleasure leaving your lips as he winds his tongue with yours, kissing you back as desperately as you. pulling away for a second and using his thumb to wipe away a string of saliva from your lip while you look at him all big eyed. “jayj..” you whisper before he nods, as you fumble with the buttons of his cargo shorts, pushing them down his thighs until his boxers are exposed, flicking your eyes up to see his dilated pupils and parted lips, the joint still between his ring-clad fingers.

he brings it to your lips as you pull down his boxers, his rock hard cock standing up, his mushroom tip leaking precum. he groans, eyes widening when he sees you unbutton your tiny denim shorts you’d been teasing him with all night, slipping them down your legs to reveal your little cotton panties, biting your lip and looking up at him whilst slipping them to the side, the weed seemed to give you some new found confidence, and maybe the way jj was looking at you “jesus fuckin’ christ..” he mumbles at the sight of your glistening cunt in the moonlight, prepping your hands on his chest, lifting yourself up.

“hey, hey, hey. a-are you sure?” he asks, panicked at your sudden confidence as you nod eagerly. “are you?” you giggle, still hovering over his cock. “fuck yeah.” he grins as you finally sink down, hissing at the stretch, his eyes transfixed on your face the whole time, your tiny pussy stretching around his dick making him groan, your face comforting and whining when he’s about halfway in, him grasping both hands to your hips after putting the blunt out on the bark and dropping it to the dirt. “shhh.. you got it, yeah?” you nod slowly, teeth sinking into your lip as your resist the pain, stroking your hip with his thumb softly. “good, goooood girl. there ya’ go.” the praise sliding off his tongue so casually making you clench around him. finally getting to the hilt and he lets out a huff.

“feel so fuckin’ good..” he whimpers, as you roll your hips a little to get used to the feeling making him let out a pornographic groan. “you’re so big..” you whisper, leaning down to rest your head in the crook of his neck, feeling the stubble on his chin against your forehead as he breathes deeply. “keep talkin’ like that and i’ll fuckin’ bust.” he whispers into your hair making you giggle a little, leaving a little love bite on his neck and he reaches down to cup your ass, kneeding the fat of it in his palms as you roll your hips gently, making him suck in a breath. “fuck..you’re gonna kill me baby.”

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