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rainforest-daisies · 7 months

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Day 14|bondage

Character: John B Routledge x reader

Tags: bondage, oral(m receiving), no PIV

A/n: i think im gonna start making these blurbs instead of oneshots tbh…

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“Give me your bandana.” I smile poked out from between your bitten lips, legs straddling his thighs, catching your breath from the passionate kisses you had been sharing.

A chuckle left his lips, “what are you gonna do?” Untying the tight knot in the back, his eyes gazed into yours, pulling the frayed fabric from his neck, holding it out to you, but pulling it away to tease you. “Hm?” the grin that adorned his face grew wider, prompting it to quickly snatch it from his calloused hands.

“I wanna try something, and you've gotta trust me, okay?” he nodded, curiosity brightening his eyes as they intently watched your hands reach for his. before he knew it, his hands were being pinned above his head, with a bow being tied around them by your gentle hands.

your hands trailed down his body to his boxers, body following suit, yanking at the waistband of them and exposing his hardening cock. the thoughts in his head that would have made him embarrassed to be exposed like this were gone, mind fully consumed by the thought of you, and context clues of what you were about to do.

your hand reached out to touch him, “Can I?” you barely got your words out before he responded, “Yes. yeah, please.” one hand gently began stroking him, and the other trailed itself up to his flexed abs.

“H-holy shit.”, his hips bucked against your hand, moaning as your tongue licked against his tip, pulling at the restraints holding his hands above his head. the knot was loose, he could easily move his hands and pull you back up, yet, he didn't want to. the sight of you knelt on the bed, cheeks hollowing at the gentle suck you made, tracing his v-line with your hand, made his knees buckle.

With all of the self-control he could gather, he stopped himself from thrusting the rest of his cock in your mouth, letting you go at your own pace. your mouth pulled off of him, prompting a subtle whine to leave his lips, a second one when your lips re-attached to his tip.

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your jaw began to ache, gagging around his length as it began to throb between your lips, “Sweetheart, I'm close.” His words were exasperated, hands clenched in their confinements as you deepthroated him, knuckles whitening as his orgasm caused his muscles to tighten, a loud moan leaving his chapped lips. your mouth pulled off with a loud ‘pop’, cool air hitting his spit-covered cock.

“Do we have to take the bandana off yet?”

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Warmth

TW: Smut. Language. Teasing. Dirty Talk.

SUMMARY: A midnight rendezvous with your secret boyfriend nearly reveals your relationship to the other pogues on a cold winter night.

WORD COUNT: 2000

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Crafted for @xtom-darling-x17

Warmth

“I’ve been waiting for this all day…” He spoke nuzzled into your neck, his breath sending your skin to chill beneath his words as he stood behind you within the center of The Chateau. The sensation of his fingers at a rest at your curved hips, prompted you to face him, the lights from the nearby Christmas tree acting as the only illumination to his heartbreak eyes and adorable freckles only visible when standing this close. But in his attempt to connect your lips with the absence you’d both been forced to endure all day, you would retract at the final second.

“You don’t want to kiss me?” He asked with his eyes stationed at your smirk, widening as he pulled you tighter into him. His entire body collecting you against his tight frame, an arrival of a specific nether rigidity making you blush to know you could excite him this quickly.

“JJ is-”

“Sleeping.”

“And Kiara..” You looked at the direction of the door.

“Is back on Figure Eight…and you…” With hands devoted to your body, you were guided to the direction of the couch, just a few meters behind your stationed steps, “Are running out of excuses…”

“I just don’t want anybody to interrupt us again…” You reminded him of the previous day, where you had been intertwined and on the cusp of that orgasmic release, only to have Pope pull him away at the last second.

“Well baby…” Your calves were now flush with the couch as he guided his pointer finger into a bend beneath your jaw until your wide eyes met with his, heavy with lust, “We just have to find a way to keep you quiet…” Before you could object, you were lifted around him in an effortless ascension before leveling with him as he set you in a straddle upon the couch. Immediately, his lips were at a savor to your own, a tongue brushing your mouth apart to relish in how quickly you were made breathless for him.

“You’re already shaking?” He teased as you looked to the direction of the window of the Chateau littered with condensation from the shift of weather seemingly approaching overnight. The warm Carolina heat had shifted rapidly into the bitter cold of this winter night, with only his touch acting as a source of heat to an otherwise frigid abode.

“I’m cold…”

“Good thing I know just how to make you warm…” He explained, lifting you high enough with one arm to lower you back down onto his fingers, “And wet…” He smirked, your cheeks furthering a blush. But as your lips parted to showcase how those very fingers made you feel, the low groan would be a reason he kept you still over him.

“Baby…Unless you want JJ to wake up and hear how deep my fingers are-” You interrupted him by forcing him further back into the fabric of the couch, your own touch altered from his shoulders and into the material supporting you both.

“I’ll be quiet…” You spoke quickly, riding into his fingers as he smirked beneath you. He allowed you the pleasure of your selfish ambitions for only a moment before shaking his head.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep…we both know you always want to scream for me…” Once again, his quick motions would be a reason you could not respond, as you were rolled onto your back. Legs pulled to his hips, his fingers returned to your sex long enough to source just how wet he’d made you.

“God, you could take me so deep right now…quick too…But I’m going to take my time…” He kissed you softly while his fingers began to run in a trace beneath your sweater. The idea of being naked beneath such temperatures had been less than desirable, but was quickly accommodated by the heat of his lips in a parade from your mouth and down to your navel.

“You think you can be quiet?” He asked, removing your plaid bottoms as you swallowed hard. The reason for such nervousness came from the way he looked at you from between your thighs. A soft kiss to the part made by his hips having made you well aware of his own intentions.

“I-”

“Doesn’t matter…I need to taste my sweet girl…” Your panties were taken to the side, his impatience keeping you somewhat dressed, as his eyes took stock in the sight of your breasts in a heave of anticipation to his lips already approaching your sex.

“I don’t want you to make a sound until you come…” He explained, folding your legs over his shoulders until they were dependent on his back, your toes already curling to the sight of him licking his lips to you.

“That way you won’t be interrupted.” You bit your lips closed as your eyes fluttered in a synonymous rest of the feeling of his tongue in stride against your lower lips. He began at a slow pace, running through your lower lips to bask in the way you tasted for him. A taste only he knew. Even if nobody could know this, you both had, and that, in itself, was enough for him.

As his speed increased, his tongue darting in and out of your entrance to imitate what was to come, your fingers ran through the messy tresses as a way to release your tensions by pulling on his hair. But to further your torment and initial resistance, your hands were taken at a gathering of your wrists and used to hold you flat beneath him.

“John B-”

“I’m not stopping…So you better be quiet unless you want JJ to see how you look when you come…He’s going to know how you sound here in a minute if you don’t-” You couldn’t take his teasing or his sensations a moment longer. You pulled him to you, taking hold of the tie keeping his sweats in place, before he collected your wrist.

“I don’t think so, baby-”

“Please…I need to feel you…”

“I know you’re close…I can taste it…” He smirked, proud of his remark, as you bit your bottom lip at the sight.

“But I think I want to have you warm me up a bit…”

“I’m trying…” You whined, reaching your other hand to his shaft, but he only smirked.

“With those pretty little lips, baby…I’ve been thinking about them wrapped around me all day.” You were quick to oblige as he assisted you to your knees.

“Can YOU be quiet?”

“Why don’t you find out?” He leaned forward to taunt a kiss, before you pushed him back to the couch before he could commit. Just as he had apparently thought of this, you had shared this fantasy, making this evident as you took him behind your eager lips.

Similar to how he had begun, you had done so sweetly, savoring him as he had done to you. But rather quickly, you began a pace that made it difficult for him to remain still, let alone keep silent. Grunts and curses were expressed behind clenched teeth as you ignored that damned gag reflex that seemed nonexistent in contrast to your need to please him.

“Baby, slow down…I’m gonna come…fuck…You’re too good-” The door to the bedroom JJ claimed as his own crept open as it did nothign to deter you. John B stiffened beneath you as you only shook your head to speak silently how you would not cease for even a moment. Tearful eyes both challenging and submissive would be cause for him to lift you back over him. But this was momentary as you were taken onto your back, his cock at a threat to your opening, as his hand came over your mouth.

“You make one sound and he’ll know how good you sound finally getting what you deserve.” He looked at the illumination of the bathroom light coming on with the sound of a nighttime release being enough to keep John B stilled over you. But the temptation was too great and you used the wrap of your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him inside of you.

“What if he sees you-”

“I don’t care.” You spoke into his palm that fell loose enough to hear your words.

“I do. I don’t want anyone else to know how your sound so fucking sweet when you come…and the way your eyes roll when I hit THAT spot…” He moved in slow movements, his cock stretching you in that familiar pull, all while you were forced to endure his dominance over you. “Yes…THAT one…” And just as he had predicted, your eyes pulled into a roll as he returned his hand over your mouth.

“I wanted to take my time with you…” His second hand came to your breast, elbows supporting him from crushing you, as he remained close enough to feel the jackhammering excitement of his heart.

“But you just had to take me like that on your knees, right? Couldn’t help yourself for making me wanna come?” You nodded.

“So you’ll understand why I’m not waiting another fucking second.” He rutted up into you, your body at the mercy of the couch and his merciless mistoning. Meanwhile, JJ was at risk of observing any of your motions as a curious squeak of the couch caused by your mutual weight was reason enough to look beyond the curve of the hallway. But as he emerged to return to his slumber, John B removed his hand.

“If you want your brother to hear you, that’s up to you,” He spoke breathlessly. “But either way, you’re coming for me…Whether we have an audience or not…” Your back attempted to arch to the connection of his fingers to your clit, ambitious and direct, as you trembled beneath him.

“John B…I’m gonna come-”

“Say it again.”

“I’m coming…” You gasped, trying to remain silent as he only quickened his motions.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me, baby…You’re so fucking tight for me…”

Your nails against his arms, clawing into the bare skin, had been an outlet for the vocality you couldn’t allow. Not if you wanted to keep John B in tact as you knew JJ wouldn’t let this continue if he knew. And for that, you used every muscle to keep from being discovered. Even as he continued through your high to find his own, your body granting it to him rather quickly, you managed to do so.

“Sweet jesus…” He rested his forehead against your chest, kissing just above your heart, before leading those kisses up your neck and back to your lips. A deep french kiss would leave you breathless once again as he adjusted you against his chest.

“Are you warm now, baby?”

“More than.”

“Yeah…And soaked…” You blushed.

“Whose fault is that?” You retorted as he smirked.

“But you’re still shaking,” He cast his jaw to the side as his fingers climbed your hip and back between your sex.

“Looks like you're still a bit too cold…” Your hand wrapped around his wrist.

“It’s too sensitive…” But he only forced your legs apart wider by the use of his own as it had been your thighs in such a way that made this possible.

“But I’m still cold, baby…You made my face warm and my cock is definitely toasty…but my fingers…see how cold they are?” You groaned to the slow penetration made by his digits.

“This time, you make a single sound and I stop…I want to watch you come for me…” And you would. Twice over as once was simply not enough. The lights from the tree mirrored in your lust-blown eyes as you were taken tighter against his chest as you were too spent to move.

“There. Perfectly warm.” He rubbed his hands down your arms until you fell asleep on his chest shameless to be seen this way if it were to come to that, as you were too wrapped in admiration for the man you loved to care.

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bruisedboys · 7 months

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oh wait no no but now i’m thinking about john b teaching you how to surf :( i need it, it’s too cute :(

eek yes!!!!! omg. I’d love to learn how to surf from john b I feel like he’d be so supportive and a really really good teacher. he wouldn’t make fun if you were scared, he’d be so understanding! you’re worried about it, scared of hurting yourself or embarrassing yourself or both. he reassures you, ‘it’s okay, pretty. I’m gonna look after you.’ and you know he will! he’ll even just put you on his board with him at first to get you used to it. it takes a few sessions, but once you’re a bit more confident and can actually do a few simple things on your own and he’s so proud!!! even if you wipe out he’s proud of you. of course checking if you’re okay, and he won’t ever make you do anything you’re too scared to do. afterwards you def get lots of praise kisses from him <3

+ this is a given but he’ll 100% ask if he can do your sunscreen bc he’s just that much of a loverboy <3

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harrysloveboat · 7 months

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girl where’s john bs girl part 2😭😭😭

Life has unexpectedly gotten in the way😭😭

But the good news is, I now plan to unexpectedly post it sometime today or tomorrow😭❤️

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collecting-stories · 2 years

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Marry Me - John B Routledge

Request: omg hello to one of my favourite obx writers !! can i request a john b imagine where the reader is a huge bookworm and one afternoon, they're both sitting on the couch at the chateau , and john b is watching her while she reads, glasses perched on her nose, and maybe possibly impulsively asks her to marry him?

A/N: This is just fluff honestly.

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John B wasn’t entirely sure how long the two of you had been lounging on the couch. At some point in the afternoon he was positive that he’d fallen asleep. It’d been raining since you got there and it was still raining when he came to, spread across the couch with his head on your lap. You were reading and he couldn’t remember if you’d been reading the whole time or just since he’d fallen asleep but you didn’t acknowledge that he was awake now. Not that he really expected you to.

John B knew you well enough to know that when you found a book you really liked it was as if you were in a bubble. Every distraction just seemed to bounce off of you and you were completely engrossed. It used to bug him a little bit, when you were first dating and he mistook your interest in a book for a disinterest in him.

It’d been almost a year though and he saw it for what it was now. A comfortableness that couldn’t quite be matched in anyone else. You weren’t avoiding him, you were letting him a further in, letting him see the way a book could grab you. In turn, he let you see the way he was when he didn’t have to be quite so ‘on’ for his friends. When it was just the two of you and no expectations and both of you could relax like this, lounging on the couch and listening to the rain and he could feel your fingers card through his hair every once in a while.

“We should get married,” he finally said, turning so he was on his back and he could look up at you. It was the first thing he’d said in a matter of hours and honestly, he didn’t expect you to hear him at all. He’d had whole conversations with people while you were reading and you never seemed to absorb any of them. This, he figured, would be no different. An offhand comment, while he was still groggy and just waking up, the rain the only soundtrack to the afternoon.

But he felt the way you tensed, saw the slight curl of your fingers around the edges of the book as you processed his words, as they broke through the haze that reading caused. He watched you push your glasses up your nose and then slowly, the book closed on your forefinger and you looked down at him, your face a blank expression.

“What?” You sounded unsure, as if you’d imagined the whole thing and you expected to look down and find him still sleeping.

“We should get married. I mean, not right now, but we should.” He mused, taking one of your free hands after you put your book down on the arm of the couch. He pulled a loose thread from the end of his t-shirt and wrapped it around your ring finger, “there you go.”

“I didn’t say yes yet.” You teased, bring his hand up to place a kiss against his knuckles. “I think that has to happen first.”

He shrugged, “okay, say yes then.”

“John B,” your voice was soft as you ran your thumb along the back of his hand and used your other hand to cradle his head. “Don’t you think this is all a little impulsive?”

“Is that a no?” He asked, somewhat amused. If he’d thought that no was even a possibility, he wouldn’t have tried breeching the subject in the first place.

“No,” you shook your head, “it’s a yes.”

He hummed and closed his eyes at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, “okay, you can go back to reading. That’s all I wanted.”

“That was it?” You laughed quietly, taking the book up once more but not opening it yet.

“Well,” he thought about it for a second before smiling, “I wouldn’t mind a kiss.”

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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Restraints

John B Routledge x fem!reader

Summary: John B might be confident on a treasure hunt - but less so in the bedroom. His new girlfriend (you) has been dreaming of something a little less - vanilla - when it comes to having sex. So when you suggest being tied up, how does he react?

A/N: Ahhh my first John B fic! Better late than never! I don't exactly know how I feel about this, but I hope you like it! I tagged everyone on my taglist so sorry if you're not into John B stuff! Also he’s such a softie I can’t cope.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking. He likes to tie her up etc. etc., you know the drill by now 😂

John B and you had been dating for around a month and a half now and you were desperate to try something different in the bedroom. You had had sex with him multiple times, of course - probably most days if you were honest - but there was a secret kink you were hiding from him.

You didn't know to tell him you liked to be tied up - you fantasised about it so much but you just didn't know how to approach the subject with him. That was until he and you were alone and had had a few drinks, and you finally felt brave enough to confess what you wanted.

"Baby, you're so drunk," you told him, both of you laughing as you leaned back on him in the hammock. At the change of weight, the hammock swung violently, nearly throwing the two of you on the floor below as you clutched onto him desperately.

"I think the hammock's drunk, not me," John B replied, smirking at you before erupting into fits of laughter. Both of you had had quite a lot to drink and with the others busy at some Pogue party you both didn't fancy going to, you knew you'd have the whole night to yourselves.

"I think you are, good job you're cute," you said, your words slurring. You were drunk enough that you weren't sure if you were even making sense - but not too drunk that you didn't know you wanted to have that talk with your boyfriend about the bedroom.

You took a deep breath as you, carefully this time, turned to face your boyfriend. You moved your hand to his hair and gently grazed your fingers through his hair. He immediately bowed his head to give you a better angle to play with his hair and you smiled at him.

You leaned in to kiss his cheek and in response, he turned his head to catch your lips with his and plant a kiss there too.

"Wanna go to bed?" he asked you, his lips falling to your neck. He well knew that when he did that, the answer would always be yes.

You nodded in response, biting your lip. Not hearing you answer, he looked up to you and locked eyes with you as you nodded again to tell him you wanted him right now.

It was a *mad* rush to the bedroom, the two of you almost stripping your clothes off as you went and when you did end up in his room, you were just in your underwear whilst he'd manage to rid himself of everything but his boxers.

He encouraged you to sit on the edge of the bed, standing at the end of the bed next to you. You took that moment to drink in his appearance. His chiselled abs were on show and his V-lines also looked super defined. There was also a trail leading you just to where you wanted to end up later. He was beautiful, but also the sexiest man you'd ever known.

"Fuck," he moaned, looking at you lying on the bed with just the black lace blocking what he wanted most. The way your skin contrasted with the bedsheets and the way the lace of your panties had fallen slightly below your hips made him weak.

He needed to have a taste of you and quickly.

“What?” you teased back, smiling at him from the bed as he lightly pushed you down onto the bed and climbed over you. He took a moment to kiss your lips hungrily and then started to focus on the weak spot behind your ear. He knew when he did that there was no turning back for both of you and soon you were grinding your hips up to meet his in a desperate attempt for some friction.

“Feels so good princess,” he said, the sound of his voice vibrating against the sensitive skin of your neck, “Keep going. Keep doing that. Yes.”

His head dropped down against your neck more as you both rocked your hips over one another’s, the material adding a kind of friction you had come to like.

His hair fell down in front of his face as he kept thrusting his hips up to meet yours. “So good baby, keep going,” you said, “Keep it like that. Yes.”

He loved how vocal you were in bed, actually that was something you both had in common. Your breathing got faster. It all felt too good. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the heat of the moment but the words just spilled out of your mouth.

“I want you to tie me up,” you said, pausing as soon as you had as you questioned whether it was the right thing to have said. His hips stopped moving and he looked up at you, using his hand to push his hair out of his face so his eyes could meet yours.

“You want me to what?” he stuttered and suddenly that confident man you knew had disappeared. “To tie you up? Like tie your hands?”

You immediately panicked, worried you’d just scared off the best thing that had ever happened to you. But on closer inspection, there was something about his eyes that made you think he wasn’t totally against the idea.

“I want you to tie me up, tie my hands and leave marks all over my body,” you said, your confidence returning. To be fair you didn’t think you’d ever been more confident in your life as of right now.

“Uh ok,” he said, a hint of nervousness on his voice. You moved your hand down his abs and hovered it just above his boxers, which had shimmied down his body from all the thrusting. His next sentence came out much more confidently, “Yeah ok baby let’s do it.”

You giggled and put your hands up above your head.

"Go on then, what are you waiting for?" He looked down at your bodies squished together and then back up at your hands above your head and that look on your face as you bit your lip. He went to tie your hands up, moving his hands up your arms before suddenly stopping.

"Oh, uh shit, what do I use?" he half asked, half questioned, before springing up in excitement, "My bandana, is that - uh - ok?"

You nodded in response, before adding confidently: "Let's just hope it's strong enough."

The difference in confidence in the bedroom between the two of you was more obvious now than ever, as he gingerly untied his bandana from his neck and tied it over your hands. He felt almost proud of himself as he admired the knot he had done for you.

"Tie it a little tighter, please baby," you said, pushing your hips up to meet his. He groaned at your comment and pushed his hips down to meet yours.

After doing as you asked, he kept his hand holding yours above your head as he started to kiss you and tug off the rest of your clothes with his teeth. He needed his hands to provide a little assistance with them, but once they were off, he looked up at you from between your legs.

Without any warning, a rarity for him, he flicked his tongue along your aching wet core, the sensation driving you absolutely mad as you bucked your hips up into his mouth.

You usually would run your hands through his hair when he ate you out, but the feeling of having your hands restrained made it all feel even better. You tried to pull your hands apart but the bandana kept them next to one another.

Unable to use your hands to show him good he was, you used your words. "Ugh you're so good baby," you moaned, "Keep going, just like that."

Your hips bucked up as his tongue rolled along your slit again and again until you felt yourself seeing stars. His cock was aching now, him using one of his hands to pull his boxers down and stroke himself and try and give himself a little bit of relief.

From his moans against your clit, you knew what he must be doing.

"Why don't you fuck me?" you said, his eyes lifting to meet yours from behind his hair as his gaze met with yours.

"You don't have to ask," he replied, his confidence growing as he stood up at the end of the bed, his cock already leaking some pre-come. You bit your lip at the sight as he leant down, hissing as the tip of his cock brushed your thigh, before checking the bandana was still tight.

"Ready?" he asked, as he took himself in his hand and lined himself up. Seeing you nod, he pushed himself inside you and you squealed at the pleasure, pulling on the restraints hard as you tried to reach out to touch him.

You moaned at the feeling, immediately going to try and grab at his back like you always did as he kept a strong and steady pace thrusting inside you. You could feel yourself falling apart at the sensation, needing so bad to grab his arms, his hair, anything, you just needed to touch him. You needed to feel him more.

"Untie me please," you said, almost begging as you pulled on the restraints. He kept his focus on fucking you, but his speed did slow as he tried to untie the bandana.

Luckily, it came undone quickly and he picked his speed up again. Your hands now free, you wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him onto you properly.

The switch of the angle sent your head spinning and you felt him twitch inside you. You tensed at the sensation and soon you two were both coming undone, hands gripping each other everywhere as the two of you shared a heated kiss.

As he came, he collapsed on top of you, but the weight was nice. It was almost secure. He rolled off you, his breathing still heavy as he tried to compose himself.

You were breathing hard too, the silence in the room only being cut through by the sound of both of you breathing. It was finally time for him to speak.

"Next time, can we tie me up please?" he asked, a smile spreading on his face.

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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A Christmas Tease | John B Routledge

Warnings: cursing, smut, lingerie, teasing, unprotected sex

Pairings: John B Routledge x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N makes the bold decision to tease her boyfriend John B but, she puts a festive spin on things.

You were in John B’s room. You were trying on some things that you bought while you were at the mall. To be more specific you were trying on lingerie that you got from the mall. Some of them were normal ones that you would usually get and others were festive. You knew that you were going to wear one of the festive ones tonight because you wanted to show one off to your boyfriend John B. You loved to tease him like this and what better way to do it than dressing up like this.

You had a few festive pieces that you were thinking of teasing him with but, you didn’t know which one to use. You figured a Santa one would be the best for this type of thing so you chose that one. It was basically just a red two piece with white fluff on it. You then just sat on the bed and waited for John B to come home. After a few minutes you herd the front door unlock so you knew he was home now.

“You home y/n?” He asked. “Yeah! I’m in the bedroom!” You said. He came in and he saw you. His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened a little. You giggled. “What’s wrong baby?” You asked with a small smirk. “I- uh-” He coughed. “I see you went shopping today.” He said. You could already see the boner growing in his shorts. “I did..” You giggled. “Did you like what I bought? I bought it just for you.” You said. “Well yeah.. you look.. so hot.” He said. “Oh yeah? You like it?” You giggled. “Yeah.. I really like it.” He said with a small smirk.

“Why don’t you show me how much you like it.” You sat up on your knees and giggled. John B smirked and walked over then gently pushed you back onto the bed. You giggled biting your lip looking up at him. He smirked and got on top hovering over you. He kissed you roughly and you put your hands through his hair then gently tugged on his hair. He started nibbling on your ear making you gasp and bite your lip to muffle your moans.

“Don’t hold them back baby.” He said against your skin. He kissed along your jawline then went down to your neck. You let out a moan and tugged on his hair a little more. He smirked seeing how needy you were and he was going to go down to eat you out but.. you stopped him. “Please..” You whimpered. “I need you now.” You said. John B liked how needs you were for him so he obeyed your wishes. He pulled took his clothing off and moved your thong to the side. He aligned his cock with your entrance before thrusting into you.

You gasped and moaned out. John B was always so fucking good at fucking you. He knew your body better than you did and he could always hit the right spots. He was going slightly slow at first to tease you making you whine. “Please go faster.” You whined. With that he sped up… a lot. He pounded into you as you moaned out loudly. You went to put your hands through his hair again but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. You whined because you couldn’t touch him.

“You’re so needy for me baby.” John B said as he groaned out. You just kept getting louder and with every thrust he kept going faster. You threw your head back and arched your back. All you could feel was euphoria. You felt that familiar knot bubbling in your stomach and you clenched around his cock. You could tell he was close too, his thrusts were starting to get sloppy.

“Fuck I’m close!” You moaned out. “Come on, cum for me baby.” He said as he let your hands free and reached down to rub your clit at the same pace he was fucking you at. With that you moaned out loudly, your back arched, your legs began to tremble and you saw stars as you came hard on his cock. After a few minutes you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. He groaned out as he released, shooting his load deep inside of you. You caught your breath and he laid beside you breathlessly.

“God that was hot.” You giggled breathlessly. “It really was. You should wear these more often.” He smirked. “How about tomorrow night.” You said with a smirk. “Deal.” He smirked.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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rafetopia · 5 months

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𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐭.”

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

nothing yet

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nothing yet

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

nothing yet

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genuinerio · 2 years

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YOUNG, WILD AND FREE ↠ 「 Outer Banks 」

PAIRINGS: John B Routledge (possibly eventual love interest, best friend), Pope Heyward (platonic, best friend), Kiara Carrera (platonic, best friend, a potential love interest), JJ Maybank (platonic, siblings)

WORDS: 1312.

NOTES: So, I don’t have an exact definite love interest for my OC, River yet since she’s going to have a few possible love interests and will try her best to allow others to get close and be in a committed relationship, I apologize. Also, River and JJ’s close sibling relationship was inspired a lot by Jesus and Mariana’s close relationship from “The Fosters.”

SUMMARY: River Maybank was a girl who always tried her hardest to fight and get back up when she was down, oftentimes at the hands of Luke, her abusive father. Like her brother, JJ, she was known to be a rebellious person, the girl had always enjoyed taking risks and partying, most times to rid herself of the trauma they had both faced in being raised in such a tragic environment. She loved to have a good time in parties, smoking weed, promiscuity, art and surfing with art being her way of expressing herself through such traumatic moments. River didn’t believe in committing to a relationship, frankly, she was scared to death of commitment and could never see herself staying with just one person for too long or else she’d lose interest. Frankly, she didn’t see herself as valuable enough for anyone else regarding a relationship with River seeing herself as broken and “damaged goods,” and as she continually told others, she was working on herself first before anything else but hopefully, there truly is someone eventually out there for River Maybank.

RIVER MAYBANK, like her brother is known for being the life of the party on the cut side of Outer Banks. Despite her tragic and abusive home life, she tries her hardest not to let that affect her but coping with it by unraveling in very heartbreaking coping mechanisms like drinking, weed and promiscuity along with a healthy one in art and surfing.

In doing so, River tries her hardest to not get too attached to those who she feels that she could lose in a blink of an eye with the exception of her brother who she knows would never betray her just as she would never to him along with their shared friends who they both know is more like family than they’ve ever had back home besides one another.

Because of how loving JJ is towards his dear twin sister, he can be quite overprotective which could really drive River insane even though he has the best intentions at heart. Within this, River feels that he often acts like her father rather than her brother and takes this into extreme lengths and circumstances with him believing he has the right especially with him being her brother despite her mentioning that they’re twins and she’s only younger than him by a simple ten minutes.

There were numerous times that in not wanting his sister to deal with the same abuse that he had and in protection, JJ would take the fall for River with them both knowing that if Luke was to ever find out, they’d suffer ten times of the abuse that they had dealt with prior. And in times like that, River was always very grateful for him to do that even though, she was okay and accepting of taking the heat for her own troubled actions.

With their extremely close bond especially as they only truly had one another to depend and rely on as children growing up, to their mutual disgust and disappointment, oftentimes, River and JJ are mistaken as a couple with the two sharing a grossed out facial expression. And throughout every fight and argument they’ve had where they were beyond infuriated with each other, they would never let become too much where they hated each other or even if they claimed to do so, the hatred and anger would never last long as it would never break their special bond.

One explosive fight was over a guy that River was trying her hardest to commit to but struggled with nonetheless. Upon meeting him and in any possible romantic suitor needing JJ’s approval to date River, he had deemed the guy to be a total fuckboy to which a chuckling River felt JJ to be a total hypocrite since he was exactly of the same sorts.

A particular guy who no doubt had JJ’s approval was John B Routledge, JJ’s best friend since the third grade and someone who he along with their shared friends had believed the two to harbour crushes over one another despite potentially breaking the “No pogue on pogue macking” rule. River and John B were believed to have a flirtatious relationship with their joking around and bonding moments but truthfully neither saw it as romantic but rather pure friendship and a sibling type bond.

Something that neither her brother nor her friends knew with the exception of Kiara was that River was very much into women just as she was of men but also loved anyone of any gender for that matter with identifying herself as pansexual. Kiara had once saw her friend making out with a woman slightly older than her and in accidentally overcoming this, she could surely tell River was the one withholding the upper hand and in proving her belief that she was a dominant woman.

Her promiscuity was something that she felt saved her in a lot ways but also hurt her in causing her to be fearful of commitment and in relationships that were not strictly sexual and nothing more. She could never truly see a committed River in any romantic relationship that wasn’t sexual, it just wasn’t something that was in her nature nor even had wanted for herself whatsoever.

Throughout their years of shared childhood abuse, JJ and River have promised to never keep a secret from one another which of course River tried to keep except with one major secret that she vowed to take to her grave with how explicit and traumatic it could be as she knew it would JJ to quite fury and create even more painful moments than they already endured. Because if she did, JJ would blame this upon himself and see himself at fault when it never truly was nor had he known about it.

And as much as she didn’t want to believe it, she oftentimes at her lowest felt like she deserved the pain and abuse that Luke put her through regarding all the rebellious and troubled acts that she had committed in a way to remove how terribly the abuse affected her from childhood to current teens.

As a way to remove herself from such a toxic situation and mindset, she would abuse substances, sleep around and oftentimes would paint since art was a great passion of hers. River felt that art was the perfect example in removing such pain and trauma with also being an excellent way in expressing herself.

She wanted to believe that the abuse her and JJ suffered from their dick of a father didn’t affect her as much as she’d like to believe with drinking and smoking her sorrows away. It felt like the better option than any of the others that she had thought of at least.

Another way that had helped her cope with surfing which JJ had taught her in once he had learned himself. It was a hobby that they bonded over amongst all the other shared hobbies that they endured together.

Regardless of all the struggles and trauma that sixteen year old, River Maybank had gone through, she wasn’t going to let this get to her nor let Luke bring her down without a fight because she deserved vengeance both for her and for her brother as well considering how much pain, suffering and emotional distress they’d gone through. Because as River famously quoted herself saying, if someone kicked her while she was down, they better hope and pray that she doesn’t get back up with her love of vengeance.

She didn’t want to make herself get used to such a toxic environment and just accept it for herself like her friends believed she would nor let herself feel like she does not deserve a loving relationship with whoever she felt a strong connection with. They wanted happiness for her and wanted to get her to believe that she deserved it as well. This girl who viewed herself as not worthy of anything good, seeing upon herself such a broken soul and as someone who was simply just “damaged goods” was much more than that.

KATHRYN NEWTON as RIVER MAYBANK.

OUTER BANKS CAST as THEIR RESPECTIVE CHARACTERS.

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addela11de · 5 months

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OBX LINKS

ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ nsfw links for obx characters ᝰ.ᐟ꩜

credits: rafesmuse

༄ John B

creampie in the chateau

cumming down your throat

bick dig?

sucking him off during midsummers

in the air

༄ JJ Maybank

hard doggystyle w/ kook!reader

half creampie w/ bestfriend!JJ

accidentally slipped in

overstimming sub!JJ

deepthroating

threesome with JJ and Sarah

༄ Rafe Cameron

worshipping his body

blowing him in his car

first time with virgin!reader

early morning ridings

pounding that pussy hard

needing him everywhere

olderbf!rafe teasing

༄Pope Hayward

going cross eyed when you rub him too well

face fucking girlfriendpogue!reader

slow doggy with gymrat!pope?

blondebimbo!reader reverse cowgirl in the bath

rough pounding

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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6 Weeks

TW: mentions of pregnancy. Angst over body image. Soft!John B! Language.

SUMMARY: The first time being with John B after you had your baby.

WORD COUNT: 1700

REQUESTED

Could you do another body positivity of John b where Yn and John b had their first baby and it’s been 6 weeks so john b ready to have sex with yn but she feels not her with her new found baby weight/ postpartum body

Six Weeks

So much had already changed. The lack of sleep and test of patience has been the more expected of the symptoms left postpartum. But of all additions left behind, your newfound weight was your least favored. No matter the times you tried to remind yourself it had been due to the life that blossomed and came to life within you, all you could bring yourself to focus on had been what society saw as flaws.

Stretch marks. Thicker hips. Puffed cheeks. And to make matters worse, it had been six weeks. That reminder of needing to remain untouched to properly heal has acted as your excuse for being naked in front of John B. But as he watched you breastfeed, the maternal instinct necessary and innocent to you, he was secretly counting down the days until he could have you to himself once again.

"I've been waiting for this for what feels like forever..." He explained while kissing your shoulder. For a moment, his touch and lips were enough to forget your insecurities. But as he reached to remove the towel from the not made beside your breast, you were swiftly reminded.

"Can I get dressed?" His eyes narrowed into confusion.

"You want to get dressed just so I can undress you?" He smirked as you bowed your head in embarrassment to how ridiculous a request it had been. In truth, you craved him just as deeply as he'd made obvious, but you were self conscious about every pound gained as no kind words or touch would erase that.

"I can just take care of you..." You reached for his plaid pajama pants before he took hold of your wrist.

"No sweetheart...this is about us. Not just me..." But with the worry on your face, he altered from lustful to cautious.

"Unless you aren't ready. We can wait." He suddenly held your face between his palms, careful but direct as you fought meeting his eyes. All because you knew he could convince you of anything and everything once you locked into those chocolate irises.

"I want to..." You unintentionally fisted his Hawaiian shirt as he smirked to your desperations. But that moment of humor faded once he noticed your dismay.

"I'll go slow. I know usually I'm not but I can..."

"I'm not the same..." You confessed, fighting the tears in your eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"My body isn't the same..." As if a tidal wave acting as an epiphany struck him at full force, he set his head into a gentle rise and fall of understanding.

"But it's still yours."

"I just don't feel...good in it...."

"I do..." He slipped his fingers beneath the towel, taking you by surprise.

"John B!" You gasped.

"Oh, I feel REALLY good in it..."

He walked you against the counter of the sink. You were able to forget, once again, of those intrusive thoughts, as you focused solely on his touch. That touch that bent from the outside in, stroking your g-spot in slow succession, as you rode into him.

"Focus on how good that feels and I'll focus on reminding you how beautiful you are." Before you could object, you were lifted into the counter of the kitchen vanity. His hand remained between your thighs as you gasped to the sudden incline.

"You can only stop me if something hurts. Not even if you don't like it...because we'll find a way to make sure you do..." He kissed you, a tongue pulling your lips wider, before he focused your tongue to dance softly with his.

"You're so beautiful, it's been hell trying to keep my hands off of you for six weeks!" He chucked to himself. "I didn't think I had that kind of patience..."

"John B!" You rasped quickly.

"Keeping my hands to myself while you slept next to me...watching you change and not being able to do this...I have a lot of time to make up for..." He explained, setting a second finger into you.

"But it's been a long time and I am going to make you so wet that nothing hurts, baby...because I'm only stopping if it does...and I'm going to make sure it doesn't." You were taken around him as he brought you into the bedroom. You could sense the strain in his life as this only sent your stomach to trust further into guilt. As he senses this, he hovered over you.

"If you are thinking of anything but me-"

"I'm too heavy...just let me use my hand or my mouth for you and-" He took his hand to your jaw and pulled you to him with a deep kiss.

"I didn't wait six weeks for your hand or your mouth, although each one should get an award for how good you are. I want to be with YOU! Inside of you...coming inside of you-"

"John B...my body just isn't the same-"

"You're right." Your eyes widened, brimming with tears as you could hear his frustration.

"If I can be completely honest. I think it's more beautiful. Because you created something beautiful. YOU did. And now I get to take care of my girl..." He kisses your lips and down your jaw, greedy hands taking stock of your sore breasts remaining covered by the sheet to keep from spraying him with your baby's natural sustenance.

"And I'm going to start here..." He was gluttonous at your breasts, kneading them deeper and longer as your body reacted to him.

"They sore, sweetheart?" You nodded.

"Let me help..." He offered temporary relief as he squeezed softly.

"The sheets."

"They are gonna be soaked with cum soon baby, that is nothing..." Your eyes rolled as he kissed down your stomach. Once feeling you try and shift beneath him to hurry him, he lengthened his visitation to the stretched skin.

"So fucking perfect." He traced his teeth and tongue for your trembling skin until teasing your sex.

"But the most beautiful part of you is how well we fit together..." He undressed, your eyes hungry for the sight as he'd tormented you in those six weeks just as you'd done to him.

"Please..."

"Not until you know how I see you..." He teased your folds with his cock, draping down to your sex itself as your mouth parted.

"You are never enough." His words cut your breath immediately.

"Because I always want more. No matter how deep or fast...how many times I come...I want more. I'm THAT addicted to you." He finally eased into you. "EVERY part of you." He groaned, bottoming out in care.

"But I've been patient enough..." He suddenly boomed. Directly selfish thrusts into your greedy sex, you held a new pain from him. It was synonymous to the loss of virtue, but not as lengthy. Once noticing this discomfort, he kissed you sweetly. A guide of his hand to your hip pulled your leg higher at his waist as you clenched it around him to instruct him deeper.

"I wanted to take my time. I wanted to make love to you because that's what I thought you deserved. But apparently you need to be reminded how fucking desperate I am for you. The same way I was when we first met. Even after our first time. And every second since." He pounded into you, every word sending him faster until he broke weak at this moment. Self guided moans sending his eyes to pull into this very roll.

"And after that six weeks I still want you. Even more. I need it. Every second. And you're gonna be left with the reminder of just how much everytime you look at our baby...need further explanation..." He paused to carry his tender kiss back to your lips.

"I'll be more than happy to remind you of it personally, too." He smirked against the broken kiss.

"John B!" You grunted.

"I want every time you come to be the validation you need to know how perfect you are. So show me how beautiful you are for me...let me feel it..." You involuntarily clenched around him, eyes rolling into a rest, before he quickened to that familiar ungodly speed.

"So much for slow..." You teased as he strained over you, trying to hold himself at bay, but your body pulling him for his release.

"I can't fucking wait-"

"Please..."

"Only with you." He added, a hand softly to your cheek as he thrusted over you. His head found a rest at your forehead while his body was manic beneath you. Sweat allowed your bodies to glide in perfect symphony and to that crescendo of ecstasy.

"Come with me." He growled.

"My beautiful baby...come with me...let me hear how beautiful I make you feel...how beautiful you are." With this, your body unbuckled beneath him. A single stiffening of your stomach tensed in remembrance to that comfort at the other side of his thrusts. Pleasure set you to tremble as he kissed you in feeling the descent of your high.

"Now let me take care of you..." He set you back to your feet after a moment of recuperation.

He was tender with a touch beneath the cascade of a new shower.

"I have very little time to tell you how much I love and need you. But I will always make sure you know and feel it." He lathered you with care. The ache he left behind and that natural and expected in your new maternal existence brought was mended by his touch. The magic always present at the very edge of his fingertips as you found that confidence in him at this moment. Enough to enjoy it as the cries of your newborn pulled you both back to those parental duties.

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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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hailbales · 2 months

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hyper sensitive reader whose too clumsy for her own good :((

every time you accidentally break something tears well up in your eyes but jj has learned the routine to calm you down in seconds. or whenever you stupidly hurt yourself, he would start ‘beating up’ whatever inanimate object that got you that day, making you whine and pout. “yo, what’d you jus say to my girl? yeah, yeah that’s what I thought. stupid cabinet.” pulling a giggle from your lips as your hand caresses the small red indent on your forehead.

but today, you’d had it.

you were having a very long week at work, dealing with your asshole manager who would yell at you for your klutzy ways until your eyes were stinging and rude customers that would send you judgmental glances every time you passed.

so when friday finally came around, you decided to make a special dinner for jj. his favorite, spagetti with meatballs. okay, maybe it wasn’t that special but he absolutely adored it. he’d been so patient with you all week even when you’d snap at him for little things, the stress weighing down on your shoulders making you overly irritable.

he was relaxed on the couch, feet kicked up as a joint sat loosely between his fingers. he checked on you every few minutes, getting in position to jump to his feet every time there was loud clatter but it would only be you grabbing a pan from the cupboard or digging through the pantry. he smiled softly to himself as he watched his girl do something so sweet for him.

that was, until the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. he was beside you in seconds, ushering you to the side to not get cut. “careful, baby. stay still, let me grab the broom.” he jumps right into action, hand against your stomach as a shield before disappearing into the pantry. your lip quivers and you bite down on it, willing yourself not to cry.

don’t cry. please don’t cry.

he returns, locked and loaded as his tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth, a focused habit. “alright, how do one go about this?” he mutters to himself, staring the floor down like a man on a mission.

before you can help it a sob escapes your lips and his head snaps towards you as you bury your face in your hands, body heating up in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” you cry, and he’s already by your side like a dog trained. “heyy, it’s alright. you didn’t do anything wrong, kid. no need to cry over spilled milk, right?“

after a moment of no response he gently tugs on your wrist, pulling your hands down and his heart lurches at your tear stained cheeks, big doe eyes all watery. “it ain’t no biggie, sugar. we’ll clean this up in no time.” his thumb strokes off the fallen tears but they just keep coming.

“god, how can I be so incompetent?” your voice shakes, the word laced with resentment towards yourself and his eyebrows furrow in anger on to how you could say such a thing. “hey.” his tone is laced with authority and it makes you freeze, wide eyes staring up at his baby blues with a gulp. “knock that off. no one’s allowed to talk about my girl that way, not even my girl. alright, you hear me?”

you slowly nod your head, your sniffles being the only sound that fill the room before his expression softens. “you wanna tell me what’s going on with you, doll? I got a feelin’ this is about more than just s’getti sauce, yeah?”

you sheepishly nod in agreement and he fights a smile. “talk to me.”

“I just-..” you sigh, closing your eyes to collect yourself as your chin begins to tremble. his thumb runs over the skin as though to smooth it out and your eyes meet his again. “jus’ feels like I can never do anything right. think something’s wrong with me.” you sniffle.

“cant help but break everything I touch. I’m just so- so.. clumsy.” you huff, and the tears had finally slowed down. his bottom lip juts out in a pout, and you know hes making fun of you in his jj way.

“it’s not funny!” your voice is whiny, and the smile creeping onto his face makes you roll your eyes, feeling the corner of your lip tug up from his antics. “I’m serious, baby.”

“I know, I know— I’m sorry.” He stifles back a laugh before he collects himself, tilting his head slightly as his hand finds its home on your cheek. “come on, darlin’. there ain’t nothin’ wrong with you, alright? trust me. you’re doin’ just fine. if you break a few things along the way, so what? ain’t gon’ break ya’, is it?” he awaits your response, eyebrows raising in questioning.

you huff once again, a few strands of hair blowing with your breath. “guess not.” you mutter in your adorably stubborn way and he finally flashes that charming smile. “that’s right. and for the record, I like it.” he shrugs his shoulders shamelessly, his smile turning smug, telling you he’s about to say something stupid.

you chuckle and roll your eyes, looking away from him. “no, I’m serious. I love it, actually. gives my savior complex somethin’ to do.” you finally laugh, sniffling a few more times until there was no evidence of tears left.

“jus’ wanted to make you dinner, j.” you pout, but your demeanor tells him you’re all cheered up. gave him a scare for a second, worried he wasn’t gonna be able to. “I know you did, princess.” he cooes, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips before adding a quick pinch to your nose with his middle and pointer fingers.

“why don’t you go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, I’ll handle this?” he gestures his head towards the bedroom and you sigh, feeling guilty. “then I think I know somethin’ else I can eat.” he smirks, eyeing you down and just like that, the guilts gone.

“in your dreams, maybank.” you stalk away from him, a teasing smile on your lips as you pull your shirt over your head on the way and he gawks, tonguing the inside of his cheek “every night, baby!”

yeah, he was definitely getting some tonight.

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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John B Routledge Masterlist

Restraints - A Series 😈

John B might be confident on a treasure hunt - but less so in the bedroom. His new girlfriend has been dreaming of something a little less - vanilla - when it comes to having sex. So when you suggest being tied up, how does he react?

Part 1 | Part 2 [coming soon]

You’re The View - One Shot 😈

John B’s got a thing of letting everyone know how good his girlfriend is so he sets on showing her off on their balcony. He just finds it so much hotter when everyone else is watching...

Part 1

Headcanons

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TO BE SO LONELY, part two

summary: after the pouges forget her special day, y/n meets someone the pouges aren’t too pleased with. (heres part one if you haven’t read it yet)

notes: here is the long awaited pt two, im sorry this took to long. i’m in the middle of finals and im trying to get back into writing (p.s theirs another important note after the fic)

warnings: language?

after the big fight at the chateau rafe drove them to the beach, more specifically the one they first interacted at.

y/n quickly slipped off the helmet and walked towards the water without a word said.

as she got closer and closer she placed the helmet and shopping bag down and continued walking.

“y/n!” rafe yelled trying to catch up.

“y/n!” he yelled again a bit more sternly making her stop in her tracks.

he quickly caught up seeing as he was walking very fast to keep up with her “please talk to me” he softly spoke as he stopped in front of her.

“there’s nothing for me to say” she spoke back clearly lying as many tears rolled down her face.

“you’re allowed to be upset y/n” rafe says placing his hands on her face, wiping her tears away.

“how come everyone forgets me” y/n’s voice cracks as she speaks.

after y/n broke down at the beach rafe thought it would be best for her to stay at the cameron household for the night.

waking up to the sun peaking through out the expensive silky curtains the rougtledge girl rubbed her eyes.

her eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar smell of the sheets she was laying on, turning her body around she saw a sleeping rafe.

she sat up, carefully doing her best to to wake rafe and succeeding.

y/n’s eyes gazed around the room that was clearly rafes. it pleasantly surprised her how organized his room was, the way all his expensive colognes were organized, no laundry on the floor and the pictures of his family and him displayed along the walls.

“good morning” y/n turned to rafe who was now rubbing his eyes as she was minutes before.

“good morning” she smiled as he pulled her closer kissing the top on her head.

“how you feeling baby” rafe asks.

“better now thanks to you” y/n grins looking up at him “what time is it?”

rafe grabs his phone from the nightstand by his side “its 12” he says.

“i have a shift at 1” y/n sighs leaning against rafe.

“can you cancel it?” rafe trys to reason.

y/n chuckles “thats not exactly how a job works, wheres my phone?” she asks.

“under your pillow” y/n reaches for it, hopingit doesn’t explode with messages when it powers on “i also put it on silent so we could sleep through the night” rafe chuckles.

“thank you” y/n smile up at him before checking “jesus christ” she quickly says as she was right about the phone blowing up and

scrolls through all the missed notifications.

“you okay?” rafe asks observing her face.

closing her eyes, y/n takes a deep breath then setting her phone down onto the bed and started to get out of the plush cameron bed.

“woah, woah, woah, where you going sweet thing?” rafe quickly followed now standing in front of her with his hands on each side of her face caressing her soft cheekbones with his thumbs.

“rafe” y/n smiles and tilts her head up looking at the tall boy.

“you know, not all of us can be kooks” sending him a sad smile.

shortly after rafes constant attempts to get y/n not to go to work he accepted his loss in the battle and dropped her off.

she was 2 hours into her shift and nothing had gone wrong yet, but of course she knew something was bound to happen seeing as her brother and his friends new where she worked so it was all just a matter of time.

as soon as her break hits she’s pushing the back door of the the store open for some fresh air only to be met with the pouges.

“what do you guys want” y/n spoke sitting on her usual break bench and gave into her fate.

“i don’t understand why’d you do this to us” john b speaks up first.

y/n eyebrows furrow “i didn’t ‘do’ anything to do” she emphasizes the ‘do’ “not everything is about you bee” using her brother nickname only reserved for her.

“i never said tha-“ john b interjects.

“but thats what you meant, you know i’m actually happy?” y/n humourless laughs then begins to raises her voice “i don’t remember the last time i’ve even been this happy and the second you find out its not in a way you ‘approve’ of you want to try and take it from me”

“we-“ jj tries to interject something else but y/n doesn’t even give him the chance as she grows angrier every time they say something.

“you know he hasn’t bothered you guys in months but you’re all too self absorbed in your fucking shit to even see that and where the fuck was all this when john started dating sarah” y/n’s voice quivers but also grows louder as she stands up “huh?”

“i always supported you and sarah” y/n addresses the young couple making eye contact with the cameron who continued to remain silent “nice to know kindness is a one way street with you guys”

“y/n we never meant to try take away your happiness” kie spits out as y/n starts towards the door.

she turns around to face the pouges “then what were you trying to do?” they all look down at the ground or just stay silent.

“that’s what i thought”

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