#john b routledge blurbs

[bruisedboys]

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

[cantstoptheimagines]

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.

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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’

[nemesyaaa]

the sucker i am for the bratty reader, wlskdlz i'm dying. why all your works are just so fabulous omg😭😭 and i like how unbothered, a little mean, and cold the reader was. john b was fighting for himself actually to not scold her in front of his friends

. “i know pup, you’re my good girl yeah? takin’ it so well.” he praises gently, rubbing the irritated skin gently with a warm hand, reaching up to wipe your tear stained eyes as a pang of guilt overcomes him. give me this man rn, i'm not even joking. it's a need

“y’know why i’m doin’ this right pup?” he asks, as you nod with teary eyes and a sniffle, knowing the brat act you’d been putting on all day was the reason you were getting punished by john b for the first time ever, not thinking you could ever push him to this point. i need more dom!john b, why it's sound so attractive and perfect ??? bc you made it this way

you’d been acting up all day, refusing to get ready when john b asked you to, acting like a brat and getting all moody, burying your face further into the bedsheets and groaning telling john b to “leave you alone for once.” making him purse his lips impatiently and responding with a gentle “seriously pup, time to get up.” you refusing once again with an attitude and pushing him away when he tried to pull you up out of bed, still patient as ever. he just shakes his head and gives up, walking into the kitchen to get a coffee started for you, hoping it’d water down your temper a little. xjzkdkdd i love this 😭😭😭😭

tysm <333

Request for John b (smut): John b punishes his girlfriend for being a brat (daddy kink and bdsm)

you’d been acting up all day, refusing to get ready when john b asked you to, acting like a brat and getting all moody, burying your face further into the bedsheets and groaning telling john b to “leave you alone for once.” making him purse his lips impatiently and responding with a gentle “seriously pup, time to get up.” you refusing once again with an attitude and pushing him away when he tried to pull you up out of bed, still patient as ever. he just shakes his head and gives up, walking into the kitchen to get a coffee started for you, hoping it’d water down your temper a little.

later on, on the boat with the pogues you’d been a little snappy, slapping jj’s hand away angrily when he jokingly reached for your half empty beer can, making him frown at your sudden temper and retreating giving john b a look which made him roll his eyes and make his way over to the edge of the boat where you were sat with a permanent scowl on your face.

you see him approaching you and huff impatiently, pushing your self up aggressively from the edge and stripping your shirt of quickly, revealing your tiny little bikini, making john b eyes widen for a second before composing himself, trying to get a word in through your defiant behaviour. “baby-“ he started before being cut off by the splash of your body hitting the water and you were officially of the boat. clearly ignoring him. he groaned and reached up to rub a hand over his face impatiently, deciding he’d deal with you later instead, saving you the embarrassment of the inevitable scolding infront of the pogues.

later on he’d have you bent over his lap in the bedroom, stripped down to just your bra which sat underneath your tits, being pulled down by john b’s harsh grip, you’d be whining over his lap as he rubbed your thigh gently, talking in a calm voice, clearly aggravated. “y’know why i’m doin’ this right pup?” he asks, as you nod with teary eyes and a sniffle, knowing the brat act you’d been putting on all day was the reason you were getting punished by john b for the first time ever, not thinking you could ever push him to this point.

“you gonna count for me?” he asks quietly, still rubbing the fat of your ass with his calloused hand, feeling a little guilty for what he was about to do. you nod lightly, sniffling a little as he adjusts you a little on his lap. “yeah?” he questions, lifting his hand, the warmth of his hand leaving you making you puff out some air from between your puffy lips. “yes daddy.” he nods in finality and raises his hand, bringing it down against the fat of your ass, the redness spreading fast as you feel the sting, tears brimming your eyes again. “one.” you mumble out, tears beginning to spill.

he doesn’t take a break before bringing his hand down again, this one hurting more than the first making you cry out harshly, “two!” john b tuts at the redness on your ass and rubs the fatty skin, only worsening the pain. “one more, yeah?” he asks, you only nodding with a snotty nose and wet eyes as he brings his hand down again, the sound ripping through the air as you cry about, immediately flipping you onto the bed and coming to your aid. “i know pup, you’re my good girl yeah? takin’ it so well.” he praises gently, rubbing the irritated skin gently with a warm hand, reaching up to wipe your tear stained eyes as a pang of guilt overcomes him.

“c’mere, let me make it better.” he smiles, making you nod helplessly as he positons you between his legs on the bed, legs held open by his knees as he admires your glistening puffy cunt, shushing you when he rubs his fingers through your folds, reassuring you he’s gonna make it all better, praising you the whole time and placing sweet little kisses into your hair as he finger fucks you senseless while you’re muttering “daddy! mmm - right there, mmm, there, god! incoherently from the overstimulation.

[maybanksprincess]

thigh riding.

warnings: thigh riding, fingers in mouth, kissing, jj cumming in his boxers, palming, tiny aftercare at the end.

summary: jj cums in his boxers to his pretty girlfriend riding his thigh <3

requested by this ask, (thank you anon!🤍)

it was 9:56 on a saturday night. your at jjs house and you had grown bored several hours ago. you were sick of scrolling on ur phone and seeing peoples instagram posts about their boring life.

you look over at your boyfriend in his gaming chair. he's wearing a wife beater and some grey sweatpants, his foot tapping the floor, softly drumming against the wood of the floorboard.

you can't help but bite your lip as you look at him, the way his arms flex, along his hands quickly pressing the buttons on his controller. you catch yourself pressing your thighs together in attempt to get some relief from the throbbing on your core.

you would've said something way sooner about wanting attention, but you couldn't bring yourself to draw your eyes away from how sexy he looked playing his video games.

you decide you want some attention, so you stand up, adjusting your shorts and then walking over to his gaming chair where his setup is.

He has his computer screen on the desk, along with a keyboard with crumbs of weed on it, (of course). Theres a joint, freshly rolled, beside his mouse.

you take a seat on his lap, straddling his thigh, and wrapping your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his shoulder and try to forget about the ache between your legs.

JJ immediately pauses his game, turning his attention to you, and setting down his controller on the messy desk.

"hey baby, what's wrong?" he asks in that raspy voice that never fails to turn you on. he looks at you with those baby blue eyes that make your heart race and your thighs clench.

"jus' wanted to be held..." you mumble, a little pout forming on your lips.

he can see the way your thighs clench as you look at his arms, and his lips involuntarily curve into a smirk. "yeah? you jus' wanted some attention, huh baby?" he can already feel his cock start to stir in his pants, and he shifts around, trying to get comfortable with you sitting on his leg all pretty like that.

in the process of him shifting around, his knee bumps up to your core, your eyes fly open and go wide, a high-pitched moan falling from your lips suddenly.

his smirk grows even wider "did that feel good mama?" he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it out of your mouth.

you nod and start to ground your pussy on his thigh, the wetness in your panties starting to seep through onto his grey sweatpants.

jj groans at the sight, "mm your gettin' so messy f' me baby. keep riding my thigh. mhm jus' like that" he bites his lip to keep himself from pathetically groaning at the sight of you riding his thigh.

he reaches over with the hand that isnt on your waist to palm himself through his sweatpants. his eyes roll back, and he thinks about how good it would feel to be inside of you.

he starts to hear your breathing get heavier, your movements more frantic. "are you close baby?" he asks in that soft voice, gently tracing his veiny fingers along your thigh.

you nod, and your eyes roll back as you continue to ride his thigh. you can feel the pressure in your core building up and his sweet praises have you at the very edge.

"cmon sweet girl, 's okay. you gonna cum f' me?" he asks while using one hand to brush your hair away from your damp forehead, pushing your hair gently behind your shoulders. he sticks his two long digits into your mouth to help with the pressure.

at his praise, and warm fingers gently weighing on your tongue, the pressure in your stomach snaps, and your orgasm rips through.

at the sight of you riding out your orgasm, and the feel of your warm cum coating his thigh, his cock twitches in his pants and he cums, shooting thick ropes of white cum in his black calvin cleins.

he groans softly, still caressing your thigh, gently squeezing the flesh.

after a few moments of silence, he speaks. "you good baby?"

you continue to pant softly, mumbling out a soft "mhm"

he nods, and turns off his gaming device, and scooping you up in his arms. he carries you over to his bed and you two cuddle for the night <3

[novascharms]

the masterlist 

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe - reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track. ୨୧ chapter one ୨୧ chapter two ୨୧ chapter three ୨୧ chapter four ୨୧ chapter five ୨୧ chapter six ୨୧ chapter seven ୨୧ chapter eight  ୨୧ chapter nine ୨୧ chapter ten ୨୧ chapter eleven ୨୧ chapter twelve ୨୧ chapter thirteen ୨୧ chapter fourteen ୨୧ chapter fifteen ୨୧ chapter sixteen ୨୧ chapter seventeen ୨୧ chapter eighteen ୨୧ chapter nineteen ୨୧ chapter twenty ୨୧ the epilogue chapter one ୨୧  chapter two ୨୧  chapter three ୨୧  chapter four ୨୧ chapter five ୨୧ 

the 18+ folder ୨୧ school work is taking you out and rafe helps you destress. ୨୧ you get jealous and rafe shows you you don’t need to be.

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[enchantedlov3r]

Can you do daddy kink with John b?

ofcc! Thank you for my very first request! enjoy!

john b was always the type to want a girl who would call him daddy. the relationship with sarah was always kinda off cuz he always did what she wanted.

pleased her the way she wanted. but now he has you and he's never letting you go.

"mph- fuck daddy! hm y-you feel so good inside me daddy." you cry out as hop on john b's dick.

"yea pup? you gonna cum princess?" he says with a smirk on his face as he trails kisses down your throat.

"mhm da-daddy, gonna cum so hard for you." you whine out as you continue to hop on john b at a vicious pace.

john b's eyes roll back as his head tips back. his rough hands on your waist as you hop up and down.

"oh jombee i'm gonna cum! f-fuck daddy!" john b's eyes look into yours and you bite your lip.

his eyes darken and he grabs your face roughly and kisses you.

"imma put a fucking baby in you princess." he says roughly groaning as he s\feels his release coming.

"gonna make you a mom and make me a fucking daddy, yea? you want that? want me to cum inside this pretty pussy and make you a momma?" he groans into your neck.

"mhm!" you shake your head vigorously, "i wanna be a mommy so bad! wanna have your babies daddy please!"

"fuck, im gonna cum, paint your pretty walla white baby." he says as he thrusts up into you.

he grips your hips tighter than before, his thrusts getting sloppier as he releases his hot sticky seed inside you.

you cry out as you cum around his cock. you hold your stomach feeling the sensation of his seed releasing inside you.

your grab his neck and run your hands through his hair and kiss him while feeling him soften inside you.

he couldn't wait to be a daddy, now you can fulfil his kink of being called daddy all the time.

Taglist: @raynesbandaids

[stormberry-12]

the pogues/ESPECIALLY JJ would protect innocent!reader SO MUCH. like she could be the youngest or something and they would go back for her (for ex. when they had to leave jb in s3). anyways jj would so definitely say something like, “you’re like their little sister, but you’re MY girl.” yk

my woman ~ jj maybank x reader

Ahh yes, I totally agree, and I LOVE the innocent!reader and JJ trope>>>

pairing: jj x innocent!fem!reader

warnings: slight language, reader in danger, mega fluff.

notes: lowercase intended, this was made late at night and not rlly edited srry if its bad lmao, not from season 3 but a close concept. :)

you shifted around and felt the sun on your face as your eyes fluttered open. you were in the twinkie bumping along a winding road, clinging onto jj, who was sitting in his seat, like a koala. or as jay called it, "the front pack", it was like a piggyback but on his front because he always wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay.

you shifted your legs around his torso and lifted your head from the crook of his neck.

"hiya, cupcake," he whispered softly, taking one of his arms that was wrapped around you and moving it so he could brush strands of hair from out of your eyes. "good nap?"

you nodded, wiping the sleep from your eyes, and he smiled. you suddenly recalled how you had gotten here and relief washed over you.

you were running through alleyways on the cut, you felt betrayed. where had the pogues gone? they were there with you five seconds ago and now you were running away from those bloody square groupers alone.

over by the pogues, jj was having a mental breakdown, "where did she go man?"

"damn it!" john b exclaimed."pope, i thought she was behind you when we cut down this way!

"we have to go back for her-" jj houghed.

"i don't know jay..."

"no... no. we have to." he held his hat in one hand and ran the other through his hair in distress.

"he's right, we have to." pope agreed.

"come on man, we finally lost those guys and now you want to follow em?" john b sighed.

"jb you of all people should understand, she's like a little sister to you man! she's still only 16 and this kind of stuff scares the shit out of her, i can't do that to her guys-"

"john b we're going after her," kie pleaded.

"god! we're wasting time, i'm gonna go after her, even if i have to do it by myself!" jj ran off in your last seen direction. john b gave in and followed along with the rest of the pogues, they all knew jj was right, and their group wouldn't survive without you.

as you continued to run, blood pumping through your ears, you looked for the best spot to hide behind, trying to throw them off. you slid behind a large dumpster and listened as the sets of footsteps of the two men ran past you.

you waited a moment, calming your breathing before you moved from behind the bin. you jumped as the footsteps came back in your direction, but instead of those square groupers, it was jj and the pogues.

"y/n!" j sighed in relief scooping you up into his arms. "I'm so sorry, that will never happen again-"

you just stood there too exhausted to complain, your face buried in his chest. john b brought the twinkie around the corner and you all piled in, driving off into the night.

"you came back for me," you smiled at your boyfriend wrapping your arms around his neck, still facing him on his lap.

"of course," jj said. "you know you're like their little sister, we honestly would fall apart without you... and your my girl."

"your girl?" you giggled.

"my girl, my woman, my soulmate." he repeated smoothly pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes. "you sure you're okay?"

"yeah," you said, leaning into his touch, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "perfect,"

[sexilene]

lene we need some 80s slasher JB!!!

ohh shure! he gives creepy summer camp counselor vibes - 80s!slasher!john b

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, blood, violence, death, threats, slapping, spitting, obsessed!john b - ₊˚⊹

you'd gotten the most perfect job for the summer as a camp counselor at a sleep-away summer camp. after meeting everyone at the orientation you've become close to another counselor who will be working with you, john b. 

he was in charge of the boy's cabin and you the girls, and your groups would meet up for activities, bonfires, smores, and lunch. he'd honestly grown really attached to you since you were always doing things together, whenever he'd see you chatting with another guy he'd feel possessive and you weren't even dating! yet john b would also embarrassingly get hard watching you slide down your shorts, staring at how tight your bikini bottoms fit around your ass. he'd spend that night in his cabin jerking off, picturing your pretty body bouncing on top of him, wishing he could grab fistfuls of your ass. he'd finish in his fist all sweaty and out of breath. 

you sat at your group's table in the mess hall facing john b's table, both of you making eye contact every few seconds. 

when the dessert was ready, each table was called to go pick up their plate of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream. john b's eyes followed your figure as you walked up to the counter, waiting until all the little girls got their slices. one of the guys that was working inside the kitchen, clearly flirting with you, asks if you want some. you decline with a smile but the young man insists, saying he made it himself, he lifts up the fork with a piece of the warm pie and dripping ice cream to your lips. you indulge him by opening your mouth and closing it around the fork, swallowing the desert you widen your eyes and nod. "it's really good!" you smile, the guy's hand reaching out to swipe the little bit of ice cream that stayed on the edge of your lip. 

watching this, john b was furious, letting that fucking feed you, touch your lips....

that night, the little girls knock on your cabin door, right next to theirs. they complain that they heard someone scream coming from the mess hall and are too scared to sleep. you tell them it's probably nothing and to go back to sleep, that you'll check it out.

the girls do as they're told and you walk over to the mess hall and walk inside the dark space to see what could have been the noise, hearing some sort of noise coming from inside the kitchen you figure it could be an animal that got inside, you press your ear to the swinging door honestly too scared to actually look inside. 

the door then swings open, causing you to stumble back and meet eyes with john b, with blood on his shirt, hands, and on the knife in his hands. you stand there confused...'did he cut himself?' you think, then you see it, through the open door is the pie guy dead on the floor with his blood pooling around his body. john b's hand is quick to cover your mouth before you can scream, "shshsh, you don't need to do that bub, you're fine." he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you. 

you nod your head slowly, chest heaving. 

"i'm gonna let go now okay? need you to be quite f'me, can you do that?" he raises his eyebrows and you nod again, he takes his hand off our mouth. "m'gonna need to take your clothes off...got blood on them..." he tells you rather than asks you, he raises the knife and cuts your top up the middle. 

"john b? what's going on..." you whisper, clearly scared. 

"i can't wait anymore, you drive me crazy, i need to do this." he rambles while tugging off your shorts rather roughly. 

"john b did you stab the kitchen b-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss to keep you quiet. he manhandles you over one of the tables and lifts you on top, facing him. 

you whine as he brings the knife up to your face. 

"don't scream, don't want to whole camp to hear you, n'i don't want to hurt you pup"

you nod, tears spilling down your cheeks as he cuts your panties to get access to your hot messy pussy. 

"awww she's so pretty..." he coos, his big rough fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you mewl. 

"jombee...i don't wanna...you killed someone!" you shake your head, almost hyperventilating crying. 

"hey, nuh uh, stop that." he pats your face to get you to listen to him. you watch as he pulls off his bloody shirt and unzips his shorts and pulls himself out, your eyes widening at the size. "he's not the only one i killed." he looks back into your eyes and you swear your heartbeat sped up and so did the pulsing of your cunt. 

"you're a murderer johnbee," you whisper but then gasp when you feel him start to push in, stretching your pussy. 

"i know, m'really mean, huh puppy?" he pouts mockingly and pinches one of your nipples making you squeal. 

"don't like being mean to you, but when you walk around acting like an angel, when i know you're a little tease...kinda have'ta put you in your place," he grunts, pounding into hard now, you can see the little bulge in your tummy. 

"i wasn't! i didn't mean to be! i didn't do anything!" you sob, one hand grabbing onto the table and the other hand gripping his bicep. blood sorta covering both of you from where he had touched you, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look at him. 

"wish you could be my good girl right now n'just take. it." he thrusts harder with his last two words. you wish you could scream at how scared you are of him but also at how good it feels. 

"open." he grunts, squeezing your jaw a little. you shake your head no as best you can, causing him to let go of your jaw and slap you, making your drooly cunt clench around him. "m'not asking again." he grabs your jaw again, and you open your mouth, and he spits into it making you whine in disgust. "swallow." you do as your told and swallow tears continuing to fall. 

"that's how a dumb little doggy gets treated, they get spit on." he grins and pulls out of you, manhandles you off the table, and bends you over, tits and face pressed against the wood. 

"nooo...no.." you drool onto the table. 

he bends down a bit to be right in front of your ass and spits on your other tight little hole, watching as his spit drips down to your pussy. you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling and sob a little louder. 

he stands up straight again and reaches around to pat your sloppy little cunt now covered in his spit, and slides his cock back in. 

"s-so gross..." you mewl, making him laugh quietly, bringing the back of his bloody hand up to your face. 

"cum around me or i'll smear this on your face, you want that? hmm? some guy's blood on your face?" he threatens. "c'mon..." he bends down to press icky wet kisses to your cheek that instantly make you cum on on him, pulsing and squeezing him as your mind goes dumb. his big hand covering your mouth as you moan.

"there she is, good girl...yeaaah" he praises, thrusting into you more sloppily until he's pumping you full, flooding your poor little pussy. 

after a few seconds, he pulls out and uses his tip to smear yours and his cum around your pussy lips. 

"here." he hands you his bloody shirt for you to put on knowing it'll cover you enough to get back to your cabin decent, you pull his shirt over your head and make sure it covers your ass.

"we'll talk more tomorrow, okay sweetie? gotta go...clean that up." he tilts his head toward the body. "goodnight kiss?" he bits his lip, squinting his eyes, taunting you. you stand there lifting your head, he leans down to give you one last kiss on your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away.  ᥫ᭡

[b3nnyrafe]

bunny!reader & obx boys

“pretty” by coco & clair clair, okthxbb. pink bows. glittery gloss. long lashes. mini skirts. crop tops. thigh highs. pink, pink. bimbo. lace everything. love language; physical touch. bicep holding. high heeled boots. hair rollers. dior. bubblegum. “old money” lana del rey. silk. xoxo. bratty. submissive.

w/ jj maybank; he is obsessed with you. he would take you out to dinner every pay check even if you insisted all you needed was him— but you were his princess he had to treat you. he’s dominant and you know that, but you also know he can be a softie when it comes to you. princess, mama, babydoll. on days where you were specifically all pouty & bratty, he’ll finger you till your crying. then he’ll fuck, hard, you, face down ass up.

w/ rafe cameron; dominant bf omggg ! he shows sm casual dominance it’s insane. tapping your chin when you get snappy, patting his lap for you to sit, it’s so sexy. he showers you in gifts after every argument. he is the definition of treat her like a queen, fuck her like a slut. pretty girl, sugar, doll. if your in public and you catch an attitude with him or his friends from the country club, he won’t hesitate to drag you to the nearest bathroom. one hand over your mouth, the other hand spanking you. then, he’ll take you home and fuck you till all you know is manners.

w/ john b; he’s so in love with youuu! loves having you in his lap so everyone knows who you belong to but you don’t mind at all. moves your hair out your face while you complained. he didn’t care all that much if you were mouthy, it just turned him on more. he would edge you for soo long, completely ignoring your cries and please.

w/ pope heyward; poor baby is whipped. he will help you with anything you needed at the drop of a pencil. everything about him is vanilla and sweet. he would kiss your forehead. he would buy anything that he could for you, showing up at your doorstep with bags atleast once a week. he loved eating your pussy, a total munch. he loves, lovesss missionary so he can look at that pretty face.

this was concept completely inspired by loveebots, princessbrunette & donatellawrites! if anyone is offended or doesn’t want their work to be remade, message me and I will take it down!

[rafesbunny]

heat wave - jj, r.c, j.b

how i think the boys will handle r who struggles during a heat wave 🎀

jj:

jjs gf would be in a mood the whole time, and people usually say that good weather puts you in a good mood, but this is not the case with his girl. you would be so pissy all day and it would honestly put him in a bad mood too. he couldn’t even go to hug you to comfort you without getting shouted at that he smells and that it’s too hot for physical touch. to calm down he would go for a walk and while doing so he would see multiple houses with children out front splashing in kiddie pools. immediately he would rush to find one and buy you one with the last of his money and be so happy setting it up and surprising her. he would be even more happy when his plan worked and he saw the uncomfortableness leave your body as you layed in it

john b:

as john bs girl you would really struggle to cool down, always changing clothes, showering constantly, freezing bottles of water to put against your skin. and he would feel really bad not knowing how to help you but also have a talk about the water situation cause that man is NOT financially stable for you to be using all that water all the time. for the first week he wouldn’t have a clue on how to help but after getting a pay check from his job he treated you to an ice cream at the parlour. this is when he realised that all you needed was a place with some nice air con, he can’t afford it himself so everyday all day, so you two would go to any shop or cafe with air con so you could be relaxed.

rafe:

rafe would be so frustrated with you. tannyhill literally had air con set to the perfect temperature just for you to cool down in but you still insisted to sun bathe by the pool and complain about the heat. you would say to him that he really should invest on some outside fans cause it’s really too hot out here. and he would roll his eyes and say something like “beg me all year round to take you on holiday but complain soon as it gets a little too hot here” and walk off, completely disregarding your suggestion. but even when you do get burned he’s helping apply after sun, and when you get thirsty he’s refilling your cup, though he can’t help but make little comments, “don’t know how i deal with you woman,” he would tut. despite all his complaining about how difficult you are, he still helps you be comfortable during the uncomfortable heat and even listens to your comment about the fans so you can tan for longer without being too hot.

[nemesyaaa]

pope!! popey is gonna freak i fear. “pope i want one so bad look how cute!!” and he’s like “Are you kidding?” and you’re like “if you’re not..” he’s freaking out and making a pros and cons list immediately.. this is so accurate 😭😭

john b’s gonna be kinda confused if you’re being serious or not so he’s like “if you’re not kidding i’m so down baby, i’m not kidding.” n starts imagining your whole future together like a teenage girl cuz it’s all he wants. i want a future with him actually

sending it to jj all like ‘jayj look how cute i’m getting baby fever will u give me one pleasee” and he just replies with some corny ass text with his big samsung emoji like “Bet😏” and then magically appears at your window like a minute later. LMFAOOOOO

oooo i have a thought!!! sending the guys a tiktok with a baby a baby and you’re just like “gimme one” bc ive been thinking ab that

hehe love love love this i wanna make them all daddies

sending it to jj all like ‘jayj look how cute i’m getting baby fever will u give me one pleasee” and he just replies with some corny ass text with his big samsung emoji like “Bet😏” and then magically appears at your window like a minute later.

john b’s gonna be kinda confused if you’re being serious or not so he’s like “if you’re not kidding i’m so down baby, i’m not kidding.” n starts imagining your whole future together like a teenage girl cuz it’s all he wants.

pope!! popey is gonna freak i fear. “pope i want one so bad look how cute!!” and he’s like “Are you kidding?” and you’re like “if you’re not..” he’s freaking out and making a pros and cons list immediately..

[maybanksprincess]

your mine.

warnings: suggestive, jj being a dick, pet names, kissing, kinda aggressive.

summary: someone at the beach is flirting with jjs girl, and he's not having it.

pairings: fwb!jj x fem!reader

requested by this ask! (thank you anon🤍)

it was a typically warm day in the outerbanks, you were wearing a skimpy pink bikini, that rides up on your thighs to let your tan lines show the tiniest bit.

jj had an arm slung around your shoulder, a beer in his other hand, as he watches the sunset. his thumb rubs light circles onto the shoulder his arm was around.

he reluctantly drops his arm from your shoulder and brings the almost empty beer bottle down from his lips. he turns to look at you, his eyes meeting yours.

"imma go get another beer, you gon' be okay?" he asks, his eyes tracing your face. he emphasizes the need for another beer, by holding it up and shaking it, the small amount of liquid swooshing around in the bottle.

"yeah of course, I'll be here." you smile up at him warmly and wave him off. you then turn back to look at the sun setting again to fill your "boyfriend's" absence.

he nods and walks away towards the punch and beer cooler, a few feet away from you.

as your staring up at the sky, you feel a pair of unfamiliar arms wrap around you. you turn around with a confused expression on your face, it's a random guy who you had seen stealing glances at you moments before.

you uncomfortably slip out of his grasp with a forced polite smile on your face. "I'm sorry, can I help you?" you ask, making eye contact with the man.

the man lets his hands drop to his sides, a sense of disappointment crossing his features. he quickly masks it with a smirk. he props his hand up on the tree behind your head and leans in closer. "i think you can sweetheart...you here alone?"

you can feel the uncomfortable feeling of his breath fanning on your face, something that makes you flustered only when jj does it. you were about to say something. tell him that you had a boyfriend, and you were taken, even though you technically weren't, but before you can open your mouth, you see the man being dragged by his collar.

your confused for a moment, but then you turn to see jj with a furious expression on his face. "What d' you think you're doing man? hittin' on my girl?" he asks with a possessive undertone to his words.

the man looks at him with a fearful expression and holds his hands up, his fingers slightly trembling. he gulps with fear etched on his face before he speaks, "i-i didnt know she was taken man. my bad."

jj chuckles lowly, before dropping his hands from his collar and shoving him. "yeah it is your bad."

the man starts to walk away before jj yells after him, "hey next time 'm gonna be doin' a lot more than shoving you!" he scoffs, then turns to you, gently wrapping an arm around your waist.

"cmon, lets go home pretty girl. remind you who you belong to, yeah?" he presses a little kiss to your temple before guiding you away from the sand.

[featherandferns]

day 10/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘I’m gonna find my girl underneath the mistletoe and kiss by candlelight’ - Shakin’ Steves, Merry Christmas Everyone | fluff | jj x fem!reader

“Wait, wait!”

You stumble to a stop, frowning in confusion. In your arms are a stack of Christmas decorations that you’d retrieved from the attic; they’re a muddle of baubles and ornaments and tinsel disorganised into various boxes, precariously stacked atop of one another. Glancing over your shoulder, you only just catch JJ approaching before he’s in front of you. His hand barely cups your elbow as if to keep you in place, and you’re not unpleasantly surprised as he dips his head to kiss you. It’s short and tender like pastry dough. His lips are sweet from the candies all of you had been main-lining into your bodies throughout the Christmas decorating process. Your eyes slip shut on instinct and you let out a content hum, feeling your lips curl into a smile. JJ pulls away and stands before you, smiling. 

“O-kay?” you murmur, amused, befuddled. 

“Traditions and all that,” JJ shrugs.

It could be the lighting, altered by the plethora of Christmas lights hung from every square inch of the house, but you swear there’s a blush on his cheeks. It’s adorable. Wait? Traditions? JJ glances up at the ceiling and you follow his gaze. Sure enough, hung by a brutal nail, in the archway of the entrance to the room, is mistletoe. 

“Since when were you into traditions?” you wonder, meeting his eyes once more. 

“Since I bagged the prettiest girl in Kildare.”

“Aw,” you tease, revelling in his bashfulness that he hides behind rolling eyes.

One of the boxes comes loose, and you struggle to keep everything in balance. JJ helps, taking on some of the strain, and the two of you carry through the decorations into the living room. 

It isn’t until later, when you’re wandering back through to the house towards the attic, that you notice the mistletoe again. As you pass under it, you smile to yourself. But then you stutter to a stop. Pausing beneath it, frowning, you squint and study the sprigs of leaves above you. 

“JJ?” you call. 

“Yeah?”

“Can you come here?”

You hear bounding footsteps on the hardwood floors as he approaches. “Yeah?” he asks, now by your side. You point up at the 'mistletoe'. 

“Is that weed?”

When he doesn’t answer, you glance at his face to find an irreverent smile on JJ’s handsome face. There’s little embarrassment as he admits, “I have no idea what mistletoe fuckin’ looks like.”

Laughing, you shake your head. Taking one last look at the cannabis-induced mistletoe, you push onto your toes, cradle his face, and give him a kiss square on the lips. You can feel JJ’s smile on your lips, perking you up like the spreading of season joy. After that, the two of you go back to retrieving decor for the rest of the group, stopping every time you come under JJ’s own unique take on mistletoe to plant a kiss. Right there and then, the two of you form a new, long-lasting tradition.

[novascharms]

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

word count — 1.8 chapter index — next chap. masterlist

one

thursday, january 9th

go where the wind takes me. it’s a phrase you’d heard countless times over the years. it eased people, gave them perspective, helped them loosen up. but you? no, it did the opposite. it made you do what you did best—research. what kind of research? the top 100 most successful people and whether they’d ever "gone with the wind." the answer was no. not a single one. going with the wind doesn’t make anyone successful. it leads to dead ends, wrong turns, wasted time—and time was the one thing no one could afford to squander.

the importance of planning everything as meticulously as possible was something that you'd ingrained in your mind at a young age and it had led you exactly where you were. it was the foundation of everything you’d achieved: top of your class, surrounded by like-minded peers, ready for a prestigious summer program, and just a year away from the university of your dreams. everything you’d worked for was at your fingertips. nothing could get in your way now.

"hi, sandy," you greeted the office secretary who watched you struggling to balance a precarious stack of papers in your arms.

"good morning, sweetheart. need help with that?" sandy asked with a warm smile.

"nope, i’ve got it," you replied, setting the stack on the counter with a satisfying thud. carefully, you aligned the papers before placing your palms on top to steady them.

"these are the documents for the student body audit next week. i printed an extra copy for principal oakley, complete with annotations, just in case there’s any confusion."

"always so thorough," sandy remarked with a grin. the compliment made your entire week.

"ah, just who i needed to see." a familiar voice sounded behind you and you twirled around to see principal oakley walking into the office. "oh, good morning, principal oakley." you said, your tone as polished as ever. you barely glanced at the boy trailing behind him before falling into step with the principal.

and yes, following him into his office was a tad unconventional but someone with as much determination and drive as you rarely let things like "innaproriate behaviour" get in your way.

"you are just who i wanted to see too. i know the holidays just ended but i did want to just follow up on my recommendation letter which you'd think about writing, remember?" you fixed your bag on your shoulder as principal oakley sat at his desk and briefly glanced behind you.

"y/n—" the principal tried to interrupt.

you didn't stop talking. "and i know you don't write recommendation letters for your students to keep things fair and whatnot but i—" principal oakley tried to interrupt again but didn't have the chance before you continued rattling. "—hope you reconsidered because i just know that having your letter under my belt will make me stand out to the admissions board and who am i if not representation for our fine school?"

principal oakley cleared his throat and this time you noticed the brief glance behind you. you slowly followed his gaze to see rafe cameron leaning against the doorframe.

your mental file on him loaded instantly: soccer player, tall, messy, and in your opinion, a bit… ran through. still contemporary philosophy like utilitarianism says the morality of having multiple partners depends on whether it increases overall happiness and minimizes harm so you were in no position to shame anyone just trying to increase their own happiness. you suppose.

"oh, was this a bad time?" you asked sheepishly, stepping aside. "not at all," the principal replied. "in fact, this concerns you as well. please, have a seat—and refrain from going into rants until i'm finished speaking." principal oakley says.

frowning in confusion, you complied. sitting beside rafe, you tried to mask your unease. what could he have to discuss with both you and rafe cameron? you weren't very good with uncertainty so sitting still was becoming a challenge as principal oakley rummaged through his desk.

you had to focus on something to stop yourself from panicking so you focused on him. very discreetly. he was so very..unruly. like something hard to contain, just spilling over the edges with his messy hair, that sweater that was not ironed, the shirt under the sweater that was untucked in that untidy way, that smell—woody with a faint hint of vanilla. you liked that smell.

you looked down at your own clothes—a powder blue ruffle top from khaite that you saved for for months and gifted yourself over winter break, off-white pants that were perfectly ironed and fresh from the laundry, hair in a neat french twist. from first sight, you and him were polar opposites.

"alright, y/n," principal oakley finally sat back down, his gaze steady as you watched him attentively. "you know rafe, right?" he asked, gesturing slightly toward the boy seated across from you. your eyes flicked to rafe, who was already staring at you, his expression unreadable.

"uh-huh," you murmured, turning your focus back to the principal.

"well, rafe here has a little problem." principal oakley slid a paper across the desk, and your curiosity spiked as you glanced down. it was rafe's report card.

it was disastrous.

you gasped softly, and rafe let out a noise of protest. "shit, it's not that bad," he muttered, leaning in close to peer over your shoulder at his own grades. the sudden proximity sent a ripple of awareness through you. despite your best efforts to stay indifferent, the intoxicating mix of his scent and the startling lack of male attention in your life was doing a number on your self-control.

"language, mr. cameron. and yes, it really is that bad," principal oakley said firmly. "which is why we need your help, y/n."

you tried to focus, though every nerve in your body screamed for you to stay perfectly still, afraid rafe would pull back. your intrusive thoughts—chief among them being the absolutely insane urge to bury your head in his neck—were becoming harder to suppress. quickly, you straightened and fixed your attention on the principal.

"my help?" you asked, the words laced with genuine confusion.

"the athletic board won’t let rafe play next season if he doesn’t pass at least one of his failing classes. we’ve discussed it with his teachers, and they believe algebra is his best shot. mr. coleman specifically suggested you for the job. he said your grasp of the material is exceptional, sometimes even surpassing his. your work ethic, dedication, and knowledge are exactly what rafe needs to bring his grade up to a satisfactory six—or, with hope, even a seven or seven and a half."

principal oakley's words hung in the air as you processed them. finally, you blinked slowly. "you want me…" you began cautiously, "to take him from a two-point-five to a seven-point-five in five months?"

"that’s like 150 days," rafe interjected, his tone unexpectedly eager. "we can do this! i’ll be the best student, i swear."

we?

"and on which planet is that 150 days, rafe?" you turned to him, your voice tinged with disbelief. "five months is about 150 days, sure. but i don’t know about you, mr. cameron, but i have class every day from eight to three. we have over 15 assignments a month, tests, midterms in march. i’m student body president. i’m organizing spring fling, pajama day, color war, the bake sale, and the car wash fundraiser—where, by the way, i expect the soccer team’s full, enthusiastic participation in semi-nude form for maximum profit. there’s also valentine’s day card exchanges, college fairs, and, oh, right—i have a life. i need to eat, study, and spend enough time with my friends and family to avoid being accused of neglecting them." you folded your arms. "so tell me, rafe, where in that mess do you see time for this?"

rafe stared at you, slightly wide-eyed.

"exactly," you concluded, crossing your legs. "nowhere."

you turned back to principal oakley. "maybe someone could contact the board and ask for len—"

"y/n, this is their leniency. usually, a two-point-five is an automatic cutoff." principal oakley cut you off, his voice calm but insistent. "i wouldn’t be asking if i didn’t believe in you."

the praise softened you momentarily. "principal oakley," you began, reaching into your bag and pulling out your life planner with a flourish. its heft rattled the pens on his desk. "this is my schedule." flipping to the last pages, you tapped a line with a manicured nail. "rafe, read this."

he leaned in, eyebrows raised. "january 20th, 2056: be sworn in as the 59th president of the country."

you smiled, all proud like you'd already achieved it which you technically had since everything that belonged to you was already yours.

"now, as you can imagine, i have a very rigorous plan in place to achieving my final goal and unfortunately, my schedule is just..airtight until.." you grimaced, "atleast 2061, maybe 2065." you were still debating the second term.

rafe chuckled quietly, and you shot him a glare before principal oakley interrupted.

"i assume my recommendation letter holds a significant place in your 30-year plan."

you hesitated. "…it does."

"well, helping your fellow student would demonstrate the leadership and dedication your university looks for. i could write you a glowing recommendation and even personally contact the dean’s office if you agree to tutor mr. cameron."

you froze, your mind flashing with possibilities. the thought of the dean knowing your name—of shaving years off your plan—was too good to pass up.

"fine," you said at last, exhaling. "but i expect nothing short of perfection in that letter. and the dean better invite me for tea when you’re done."

turning to rafe, you leveled him with a sharp look. "every tuesday and sunday at four. take this seriously, or you’ll see how hostile i can get. and read the chapters beforehand. i’ll text you my address."

you strode toward the door.

"you don’t have my number!" rafe called after you, amusement clear in his voice.

"i practically live in this office, rafe!" you shot back over your shoulder. "i have everyone’s number!"

chapter index — next chap. masterlist

[shiftermia]

— Swimming Realizations

jj maybank x reader

pouges x reader ( pre-season one )

where the Pogues just had a peaceful lake day and your boyfriend came to the realization that you’re it for him.

a/n: It’s been so long since I’ve written anything. But I went a different route and wrote a maybank blurb since us obx fans need a pick me up. And A told me that there’s no fluff, just smut of jj on this damn app. So you’re welcome.

“Oh my god, JJ, be careful!” You exasperatedly shouted to your idiot of a boyfriend, watching as he balanced himself on one leg on a wooden beam of the dock of the chateau.

“He’s fine,” John B argued with a grin, gesturing to him.

“He’s one hundred percent going to fall,” Pope immediately disagreed with a dry nod.

Kiara, from beside you looked up at the blonde, squinting from the setting sun, “I hope you fall backward!”

The four of you were in the lake behind the Chateau, simply hanging out, having some beers that Kiara stole from The Wreck. It was relatively peaceful until JJ came bounding from the kitchen with a sandwich in hand and declared himself a ‘Multitalented King.’

JJ scoffed, mouth full of bread. “You guys have no faith in me. I’m like—” he fought to balance himself, making you watch carefully. “The most balanced guy ever.”

John B chuckled, brushing his wet hair off his forehead and shooting a weary glance at you. It was a well-known fact amongst, well, everyone, that you were very protective of the blonde. And also someone to stand on edge— all the time.

You couldn’t help but be easily stressed by something so mediocre as JJ balancing himself over water. But what if he fell backward and hurt himself? What if he fell wrong and hit his head on the dock? If no one else would worry, you would. Let’s say it was your official job.

“Did you not fall out of a moving van two days ago?” Pope remarked, skin glowing as he swam to lay on his back.

“Okay, that was like— a complete accident.” JJ poorly excused, eating the last of his sandwich. His blue eyes were squinting down at you all, water dripping off his lean frame. “Kie pushed me.”

“Wha—” Kiara’s mouth dropped open and she looked at you. “That wasn’t me! It was probably John B and his iron foot!”

John B’s grin dropped, “You serious?”

“J, you were hanging out of the van,” You interrupted their blaming fest. “Now, get down, I’m not gonna help you if you get hurt.”

He laughed, a warm, heart-full sound that made you want to hear it again. “As if you wouldn’t be the one to fish me out of water.” He switched legs, stretching his arms out to balance himself.

You rolled your eyes, suppressing your own smile. “Okay, fine. Stay up there, I don’t care.”

“Oh, you don’t care?” He raised his brows before doing a front flip into the water, making you exclaim and outstretch your arms.

The pouges laughed at you, making fun of how you acted like you could catch him as JJ resurfaced, shaking his head in your direction like a dog.

You sighed, shaking your head and swimming over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as one of his clasped your waist, the other holding you both afloat. “You make my heartbeat rise way too much.”

“You make something else rise,” he bluntly commented.

The pouges groaned, “C’mon, man seriously?”

“I don’t need to hear about that.”

“Disgusting.”

Meanwhile, you smiled wildly and avoided all eye contact. “Shut up.”

He ignored everyone, who honestly should’ve been used to it by now, and pressed a wet kiss against your jaw. “Pretty baby.”

John B splashed water at him, igniting a splash war for a little too long for your and Kiara’s liking before everyone had settled down, simply floating as the sun disappeared and the moon rose into the sky.

Until Pope cursed, “Shit, I gotta go home.” He swam to the ladder, ignoring everyone’s groans of displeasure. “My pops is gonna kill me, I got curfew!”

“Ugh, that reminds me,” Kiara rolled her eyes, heading to the ladder. “My parents are making me help out at the restaurant tomorrow.”

John B closed his eyes, floating starfish in the water. “Well, see you guys tomorrow, I guess.”

You tilted your head, feeling JJ hold you bridal style in the water. “Um, hello? You have to drive them?”

From where you were, you could see his face drop and could visibly see him about to consider a swim further down the lake before he loudly groaned. “You guys are the worst.”

“You drove ‘em here, B.” JJ retorted, chuckling at his best friend.

Though, John B ignored him. “How is it that the rich one doesn’t have a car and me, the poor one does?”

Kiara curled her lips, blinking down at him. “Um, because my parents don’t trust me and you guys are bad influences.”

“You’re the one stealing beer from their cooler,” you retorted back with a chuckle, earning a quick obscene gesture from the girl.

The trio waved to you both, John B shooting a quick wink to JJ that none of you noticed before it was just the two of you.

You let out a content sigh and detached yourself from JJ. Quickly, you dunked yourself in the water, but when you resurfaced he was gone too.

You looked around confusedly, sniffling from the warm water. Not a second later, though, hands grappled at your legs and settled them on a pair of shoulders.

You giggled as JJ lifted himself out of the water with a gasp and you helped move his wet hair from his forehead as he wiped his eyes.

“What’re you doing?” You giggled softly, leaning down to try to meet his eyes.

“Nothin’,” he shrugged, tilting his head back on your thigh to look up at you. “Swimming.”

“Well, I can see that,” you bounced your brows, grabbing his hands that were on your legs and holding them up.

He began spinning around in the water and you let out a small squeal before he abruptly threw you off his shoulders and into the water.

JJ laughed, sniffling and watching you sputter out of the now lit-up water from the makeshift dock lights.

You splashed water at him, “you dick!”

He covered himself but didn’t throw any water at you like you expected him to. Instead, he let out a deep breath, staring at you, eyes so dilated that you could barely see the blue you adored so much. And if you hadn’t spent the entire day with him, you would’ve thought he was high.

“What?” You asked breathlessly, bobbing in the water in front of him.

JJ shook his head, he never was good with words. Just something so minuscule as this, messing around and laughing with each other… it was so natural— domestic.

He’s never felt anything like this. He blinked adoringly at you, “I just—” he cut himself off with another shake of his head. Breathing heavily, he could feel it deep in his chest. In his soul.

You swam a little closer to him, feeling him grasp your waist and pull you closer.

JJ looked into your eyes and grinned— softly, lovingly, intensely— it made your heart stutter and had you feeling awfully shy.

“What?” You asked again, quietly.

His fingers trailed upward, innocently gliding over your body until they pushed your wet hair back and cupped your cheeks. He then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead— as if to steady himself, before he pecked your cheek, jaw, and the corner of your lip before he littered kisses over your face.

You giggled, eventually tucking your face to hide in his neck.

But he didn’t let you, pulling your head up to finally kiss your lips. It was soft at first, conveying what he wanted to say— I love you, I’ll never let you go, I love you, only you.

You felt your closed eyes tear up, he’s never kissed you like this.

Then it got a tad harder and he let out a breath, whether of relief or utter devotion, neither of you knew. But you rubbed your thumbs on his face, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You parted, mainly for air, and JJ tucked his face in your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you, somehow keeping you both afloat.

You tenderly ran your hands through his blonde strands, “J?”

He sharply inhaled, but didn’t reply. Instead, pressing more kisses on your neck and shoulder, fingers gripping you like you were about to leave, though you would never.

“Are you okay?” You mumbled, lifting his head to look into his eyes, tracing his features with your light touch.

For a long moment, he simply stared into yours, then clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “ ‘m gonna marry you.”

A wide smile stretched across your face and you let out an incredulous laugh. Not because his words were unfathomable, but because he said it like it was a fact. There was nothing you could do about it, he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

You pressed your face against his, “Really?”

Honestly, the way you asked made his heart squeeze in his chest. So tenderly, so sweetly. JJ nodded, one hand coming to cup your cheek again. “Yeah, baby.”

You laughed again and pressed a hard kiss on his cheek and lips. “Well, I can’t wait.”

“Me neither.” He kissed your jaw once more and hugged you, the two of you floating in the warm water, orange and blue lighting up the sky and soft lighting in the water.

It was a promise. And he would hold himself to it.

[hewwokitti]

“okay puppy, deep breath”

john b pushes it in for the first time, running his big hands down your back, praising you for being able to take his dick (let’s be real he’s so massive it’s a feat).

“mmm there you go pup, taking it so good for daddy”

You whimper with your face against the mattress, pussy twitching around him, making him groan and having to focus on not simply grabbing your hips and pounding into you.

“oh i know baby, daddy knows” he coos, caressing your ass but he’s smirking, knowing he’s making you so damn full you’re crying.

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everyone say thank you @rafeysdoll for finding this