#john b routledge concept

[obxcc]

the biggest difference between jj’s kitty and john b’s kitten is that kitty isn’t as… clumsy? as kitten. she’s standing on business , beating bitches asses , and working her ass off. she’s very independent.

whereas kitten has always been kind of lost. her dad had always been overbearing and overprotective , so you hadn’t been able to really live that much of a life. that’s why john b can so easily mold you into what he wants.

kitty’s a kook and kitten’s a pogue too.

[rafestify]

Beach Fight and Tides of Forgiveness — Rafe Cameron

Summary : Y/N and Rafe confront their painful past after a chaotic beach fight between Y/N and Ruthie but begin to reconnect, exploring the possibility of a hopeful future together.

Rafe Cameron x Ex!Reader (season 4 spoiler alert!)

Warning : Swearing (english is not my first language)

A/N : Probably the longest fic I've ever written so far, it's like around 2.3k ish, and i think this was a request from @dkjndfnmdfmdmnd , hope u like it 🩵

For us Pogues, the beach wasn’t just a place to visit—it was like our second home, a refuge where we felt truly ourselves. The salty breeze, the endless horizon, and the warmth of the sand beneath our feet brought a kind of peace that was hard to find anywhere else. The sound of waves crashing and seagulls chirping in the distance seemed to wash away our worries, making everything feel better, if only for a little while. There's nothing better than a day off with the people you love the most, in a place that feels like home—the beach.

“Don’t you just immediately feel like everything’s better at the beach?” Kie said, her gaze sweeping across the shoreline as she took in the sun, sand, and waves.

I nodded in silent agreement, sharing the same unspoken understanding that nothing compared to the serenity of the ocean. Together, we began setting up the chairs and cool box, the salty breeze tugging at our hair as the waves crashed in the distance. “Let’s get these boards off!” JJ exclaimed with excitement, his eyes gleaming as he headed toward the Twinkie to unload the surfboards, ready to dive into the thrill of the surf.

“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, catching sight of Topper and his friends’ trucks rolling toward us, their engines rumbling louder as they approached. “You’re joking,” Sarah sighed, exasperation clear in her voice as she rolled her eyes at the unwelcome sight. “Don’t stop,” JJ mumbled, focused on untying the ropes securing our surfboards to the top of the Twinkie, clearly determined not to let their arrival ruin our plans. “Anywhere but here,” Kie added with a frustrated tone, her eyes narrowing as she watched them close in, the tension in the air thickening with every second.

“Great, just the perfect time,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes as their trucks came to a halt and parked just a few meters away from us. The sudden noise and presence of Topper and his friends felt like a dark cloud looming over our sunny day, threatening to ruin the fun we had planned.

“Let’s go, baby!” The voice rang out, unmistakable and familiar, stirring a rush of memories within me. The one that used to comfort me in moments of doubt, the one that whispered soothing words to ease my fears. Rafe Cameron had a way of making everything feel right, his presence a warm embrace that felt like home. I turned to locate the source of the voice, and our eyes met—his striking blue gaze locking onto mine. The moment stretched, the world around us fading away as the connection lingered just a heartbeat too long. All of a sudden, Topper strode toward us with an air of confidence. “Sunshine's coming,” JJ remarked, earning an exasperated sigh from John B as he stepped closer to him. Though I couldn’t quite hear their conversation, they appeared surprisingly relaxed, exchanging easy banter that contrasted with the tension in the air.

We all surfed the waves together, and it felt utterly exhilarating. After months spent chasing the elusive City of Gold, finally engaging in something I was truly passionate about was a refreshing escape. The thrill of surfing, the salty spray of the ocean, and the laughter of friends combined to create a blissful sense of freedom that was simply amazing.

After surfing for what felt like hours, I made my way back to the shore, slipping into my denim shorts. “Guys, there’s a turtle hatch!” Kie exclaimed, her excitement palpable. “Y/N, look!” I rushed over to her, my heart racing as I squealed, “Oh my god!” In awe, I added, “They’re so tiny!” Sarah and I echoed each other, our voices filled with wonder at the sight of the adorable little turtles making their way to the ocean. I have always had a deep love for sea creatures, particularly turtles and dolphins. This passion is what drew Kie and me together, as we bonded over our shared fascination for the ocean's incredible inhabitants.

As we helped the tiny turtles by creating paths for them to reach the ocean, the sudden roar of a truck engine interrupted our focus. My gaze shifted to Topper’s girlfriend, Ruthie, at the wheel, with Topper himself lounging in the passenger seat. “Hey, stop! There’s a hatch!” I yelled, desperation lacing my voice. “Stop!” Kie added, jumping up and waving her arms frantically. “Guys, stop!” I shouted again, but the truck only sped up, closing the distance between us. In a split second, Sarah yanked me out of the way just as the truck barreled past, sending me tumbling into the sand with a startled grunt.

“Are you okay?” Sarah, Kie, and JJ asked in unison. I managed a quiet “I'm fine,” but a sinking feeling twisted in my stomach as I noticed the truck circling around again, this time picking up speed. Panic surged through me, and I jumped to my feet. “Stop! There’s a hatch!” I yelled, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of the engine as they barreled over the paths we had painstakingly created for the turtles. “No, no, no…no!” I gasped, horror washing over me as I watched the truck crush a few of the fragile creatures beneath its wheels. My heart raced as I rushed toward them, my pulse pounding in my ears. Kie knelt beside a turtle with a shattered shell, its life flickering away. “Fucking psycho,” she muttered, her eyes brimming with anger and sorrow. I felt a fire ignite within me, furious at their reckless disregard. Ignoring my friends’ calls, I stormed over to where they stood, determined to confront them.

“Look what you did!” I shouted, cradling the lifeless turtles in my hands. “Do you think this is okay?” Ruthie stole a quick glance at the broken shells before quickly averting her eyes. “No, look at it!” I protested, my voice rising with anger. “You drove right over a turtle hatch, you idiots!” Rafe stood beside Topper, who tried to diffuse the situation. “I understand you're upset, Y/N,” he said, his tone calm but unhelpful. I hadn't even noticed my friends were behind me, their expressions mirroring my shock and frustration. “I’m more than upset, Topper” I shot back, feeling the heat of my anger.

“Look, it was only one,” Ruthie interjected dismissively, shrugging as if it didn’t matter. “I mean, there are so many more of them,” she pointed out, trying to minimize the damage. “You know what? You should just throw that to the seagulls,” she added with a mocking tone. “Cycle of life, right?”

My breath quickened as rage boiled within me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed her hard, and just as she prepared to retaliate, Rafe stepped in between us, his presence a barrier against her aggression.

“Stop,” he said firmly, pushing Ruthie’s arm away before she could retaliate. He turned to me, his eyes softening slightly. “There’s something seriously wrong with you people,” I shot back, turning on my heel and striding away, handing Sarah the lifeless turtle.

“That’s right, go back to your side, bitch! You don’t belong with us anymore!” Ruthie shouted, her words laced with venom.

That was the final straw. Rage coursed through me, boiling over as I stormed toward her, every ounce of frustration and hurt fueling my movements. Without thinking, I swung my fist and connected hard with her jaw. The impact reverberated through me, and for a heartbeat, everything froze—the shocked look on Ruthie's face, the collective gasps of my friends.

She recovered quickly, her eyes blazing with anger. Without hesitation, she lunged at me, landing a swift punch that connected with my nose. The sharp pain shot through my face, and I felt warm blood begin to trickle down. I stumbled back, shocked by the sudden turn of events, my hands instinctively going to my face. John B tried to step in, attempting to intervene but Rafe was a lot quicker than him.

“Control your crazy bitch, Top!” Rafe said, his gaze locked onto me with a mix of concern and frustration. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softening.

“Like you care,” I shot back, my frustration boiling over. Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and stormed off, seeking refuge at my secret spot on the beach alone.

I perched on top of a massive rock, my knees drawn to my chest as I hugged them tightly, listening to the soothing sound of the waves crashing below. This spot was my sanctuary, the place I retreated to whenever I felt at my lowest. It never failed to calm me, wrapping me in a cocoon of peace. Suddenly, I sensed someone behind me. I turned to find Rafe standing there, his silhouette framed by the fading light. He climbed onto the rock and settled beside me.

“I didn’t give you permission to sit here,” I protested weakly, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance.

“It’s a public place,” he replied, his voice steady as he leaned back against the rock.

I fell silent, my gaze drifting to the horizon as the sun dipped lower in the sky, lost in a swirl of memories and thoughts. “How did you know I’d be here?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He turned to me, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “We used to come here together, remember? You told me it was your favorite spot.” A sigh escaped me, heavy with longing. God, I missed those days—when everything felt simpler and the weight of the world was lighter.

“Here,” he said, breaking through my thoughts as he handed me a tissue for my bloody nose. I took it, our fingers brushing briefly. “Thanks,” I murmured, grateful for the gesture and the warmth of his presence.

“That was a pretty great punch, by the way,” Rafe said, a playful grin breaking through the tension. The corners of my mouth turned upward, and I let out a small chuckle, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. We fell into a silence that felt strangely comfortable— not awkward at all. Despite the distance that had grown between us since our breakup, I still felt an undeniable sense of safety around him, as if we were wrapped in a bubble of shared history.

“I missed you, Y/N,” he confessed suddenly, his voice steady yet vulnerable.

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at him, shock flickering across my face. This was the moment I hadn’t expected, the admission I had longed to hear but feared would never come.

“I missed you too, Rafe,” I sighed, the words flowing out of me, heavy with unspoken feelings and memories of our laughter, our late-night talks, and the way he could make me feel like the only person in the world. “I’m sorry for what I did to you,” he continued, his expression earnest, his gaze unwavering.

“I’m clean now, Y/N. Haven’t touched those shits for almost five months.”

“Really?” I asked, my disbelief melting into pride. I felt a swell of admiration for his strength and determination, and it made my heart ache a little.

He nodded, a flicker of vulnerability dancing in his eyes. “Yeah, I realized I couldn’t keep dragging you into my mess. I needed to change— for myself and for you.”

“I’m so proud of you, Rafe,” I said, my voice warm and genuine. I reached out, resting my hand on his for a brief moment, feeling the warmth radiate between us. A smile broke across his face, illuminating his features. “I did it all so I could be better for you,” he admitted, his sincerity wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. The air between us crackled with unspoken possibilities, and for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like to rekindle the bond we once had.

“Can we at least try to work things out?” he asked, his gaze steady and hopeful. I paused, contemplating his words. He may have been a jerk to everyone else, but with me, he was sweet, protective, and loyal. The thought stirred something deep within me, a flicker of hope in the depths of my heart. “I’m not ready to be in a relationship again, Rafe—maybe just for now,” I finally replied, my voice softer than before. The truth of my feelings hung in the air, vulnerable and raw.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, a reassuring smile breaking through his earlier concern. “We’ll take things slow. I’ll wait until you’re ready, alright?” The sincerity in his eyes made my heart flutter, a mix of apprehension and excitement dancing in my chest.

“Okay,” I smiled, a sense of warmth washing over me.

“Okay?” he repeated, his eyes lighting up with hope.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll take things slow,” I confirmed, feeling a rush of relief and anticipation. Rafe’s smile widened, and in that moment, it felt like we were stepping into a new chapter together, one where the past could fade into the background while we explored the potential of the future. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I leaned my head on his shoulder. The gentle sound of the waves lapping against the shore filled the air, creating a soothing rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I closed my eyes, letting the moment wash over me.

For the first time in a long time, I felt hope stirring within me, a belief that perhaps we could find our way back to each other, not as we were before, but as something new and beautiful.

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[rubiehart]

jj with a really super girly reader!! like pink everything, bows, the whole coquette look🎀💗🍓

ఌ whenever you decide to paint your own nails for once, he always helps you paint your dominant hand, holding your hand in his larger one, tongue poking out between his lips in concentration as he focuses. giggling a little, “oops. you got it jayj.” whenever he’d , go out of the lines a little, spilling some of the glittery polish onto your finger.

ఌ convincing him to do the tiktok trend where you tie a bow around your bf’s bicep and him mindlessly agreeing whilst scrolling on his phone, looking up at he hears you chirp a little ‘all done!’ to see the little pink bow tied delicately around his arm and grinning at you, “look just like you now, pretty.”

ఌ him coming over to see your vase which is normally filled with pretty pink or red roses is empty, asking you about it casually, “oh, i’ve been meaning to get some more at the market, keep forgettin’.” you’d reply, muffled against his shoulder as you watch the tv, he takes a mental note and you forget about the interaction all together until the next day you come home from work to see a fresh bouquet of baby pink roses sitting all pretty in your vase, and a little note, “hope you like the flowers girly. ♡︎” making you smile and shoot him a thankyou text, all giddy that he remembers lil’ things you tell him.

ఌ buying you a matching pink zippo lighter to his and carving both of your initials into it like he did on his!! maybe tying a lil’ pink bow around it when he gave it to you, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly anticipating your reaction “sorry it’s not much baby-“ not giving him chance to finish before flinging yourself into his arms and smattering his face with grateful kisses.

ఌ you’ve basically built a collection of those little animal skincare/makeup headbands with the lil’ snails and bunny’s and he’d deffo wear one while you do your makeup or tries them all one, finding it funny to distract you because he thinks you look adorable when you scold him.

ఌ when he starts staying over at your house more often he uses your body washes and shampoos because it’s basically his only option!! (also because he loves the smell of you, duh.) but you buy him his own little toiletry basket with shampoo, body wash, deodorant maybe a mini of his cologne and put a toothbrush for him in your bathroom so they’re together all cute!!

ఌ having little self care nights when you put on cute scented sheet masks and him wearing a tiger one with the whiskers and everything, patting it down against his warm skin as he keeps fake biting you, sniggering when you look at him disapprovingly with a “jj.” because he can’t take you seriously in that unicorn sheet mask!!

[ervotica]

PUP'S INSTAGRAM

john b routledge x puppy!reader

puppy!reader is ditzy. she's overeager, always up for an adventure, and an absolute pain in john b's ass. born and bred on the cut, best friends with the pogues since before she could walk and knows how to have a good time, despite the airhead demeanour she puts forth. there's a lot more to puppy!reader than meets the eye, but most importantly: she's fiercely loyal, non-judgemental and john b's biggest supporter. it may take a while to get puppy!reader to open up about her struggles, but when you do, everything about her makes a little more sense. don't judge a book by its cover, she has a lot of support, guidance and fun to offer.

check out the tag jombee and pup for more of these two!

[acryingpisces]

ARMS OF COMFORT

PAIRING: john b x gf!reader

WARNINGS: anxiety attack, cursing, making out, mostly fluff

»»———–➤

You hated this feeling. When the anxious thoughts kick in and the room starts to spin. You’d do anything to silence the negative voices in your head. You want nothing more than to keep your head above water and prevent yourself from going to that all too familiar, dark place in the corner of your mind.

John B had never seen you like this. In the 4 months you’d been dating you had managed to keep up the ‘miss perfect’ act. As far as he was concerned, you were his dream girlfriend. He had no clue what a mess you could be. Were you willing to drop the mask? To show him another side of you?

It seemed too vulnerable to let John B know what you were going through. You rolled over in bed, facing away from him, using a pillow to muffle your cries. You silently sobbed into it while your unaware boyfriend snored softly next to you.

After a good 3 minutes of crying, the sound of a whisper made you freeze in place and immediately stop your tears.

“Baby?”

Fuck. You were caught. He had heard you. Your heart began to race at the thought of turning to face John B with a tear soaked face. How would you explain it?

“Are y- are you crying? Y/n, look at me.”

Fear had turned you to stone, and you found it impossible to move despite your boyfriend’s request.

John B placed a gentle hand on your back, nudging you to turn around. Somehow you worked up the courage to actually face him. You rolled over. Immediately you noticed an expression of intense worry on his face as he took notice of your red and puffy eyes.

“No, no, no- baby come here. What happened? Hey, you’re alright okay? I’ve got you.”

He wrapped you in his strong arms and laid your head on his bare chest. You could hear the beat of his heart. His woodsy masculine scent, the warmth of his body heat, and his sweet words provided you with a sense of calm. As he rocked you back and forth you felt your anxiety slowly wash away.

“Deep breaths y/n. Breathe in and out with me. Can you do that?”

You matched the pace of his breathing.

“Good job, you’re doing so good for me y/n.”

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” you managed to choke out through your tears.

“Shhh don’t say that,” he shushed you. “Don’t ever be afraid or feel like you have to hide from me. I’m here for you,” John B cooed.

He could tell you weren’t in the right state of mind to do much talking. “You don’t have to say anything. We can talk about what’s going on later. For now just let me hold you.”

You couldn’t help yourself. Overwhelmed with emotion and adoration for your boyfriend you found yourself pressing your lips to his. It turned from a soft kiss to a passionate one pretty quickly. Your hands gripped his hair as he began sucking on your bottom lip. Your tongues danced together as you softly moaned into his mouth. When you finally pulled away to catch your breath you found yourself staring deep into his eyes. You had never told him you loved him before, but now felt like the right moment.

“I love you, John B.”

“I love you more, y/n. God, I love you so much. Everything’s going to be okay.”

He had seen you at your worst and he still loved you. There was no more reason to be afraid. You finally felt as though you could relax. He later went to the kitchen to bring you your favorite snacks and you spent the rest of the night holding each other close as possible, watching movies on the television. You fell asleep to the sound of the TV and the rise and fall of your boyfriend’s chest as he breathed.

[sunniepoo]

the camphouse murders ☏

summary: summer has hit the outer banks and the annual camp has opened! kooks, pogues and tourons are all flooding in but a series of brutal murders leaves everyone a suspect

act one……. (coming soon)

act two

act three

authors note; hey guys this is something working on for the past couple weeks, it is still a big work in progress but i am thinking to have the first chapter soon , hope you guys will enjoy!!

[darlingchronicles]

RHYTHM & REVELRY | SEASON 1 | EP 28

pairing; TALKSHOW HOST!FEM!READER X GUITARIST!JJ MAYBANK (SMAU)

summary; as a talk show co-host, topics such as gossip, rumors and scandals pop up left and right. when reader takes a small hit at the lead guitarist of 'surf junkies' in an episode, a whirlwind of events is gonna sweep her off her feet. that is...if the cameras don't catch it first

notes; inspired by @zyafics and her amazing SMAU

tags; SMAU, college au, fake-dating | masterlist

episodes; ep 27, ep 28, ep 29

darlinglore: ohhh jj...if only you KNEWWW if only you kneww (btw this is freshmen year and the present time is junior year SO LOTS of background leading to their little arrangement) see you next time at the front stage of MOSHPIT!

(analysis: i feel like canonically, if jj were to REALLY like someone or begin to have REAL feelings for someone or something along those lines, he'd get really flighty...more to come with this)

[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

[sexilene]

LOWKEY JUST WANNA BURY MY FACE IN JOHN B"S BALLS AND SUCK HSI DICK

righttttt!! literally same just wanna suck my boyfriend off.

like being a little sleepy and out of it, just wanting to feel close to him and wanting something in your mouth…

slobbering all over it, kissing his mauve tip and licking up is shaft all sloppy while he just pets your head just looking at you like you’re his world!!!!

[gh0stsp1d3r]

child of posideon!john b x sea nymph!reader

idea by @nemesyaaa

(This is my favorite moodboard yet)

[obxcc]

sigh* since i brought this concept up i’m gonna get it of my chest bc i can’t contain it any longer , but please scroll if this is not ur cup of tea.

warnings . . . BELOW THE CUT TALKS ABOUT LITERAL INCESTUOUS RELATIONSHIPS! twin!reader x rafe cameron , littlesister!reader x john b routledge , dubcon.

with rafe i initially thought it could’ve been older sister , but thinking about how fucked up this universe’s rafe truly is i think if it was his twin it would like create a deeper bond in his mind. and for you there was something really special about having someone that was always there— five minutes was all that separated you and you wished it was less.

no one blinked twice at how close you two were. it had always been like that. that’s what twins were. they were supposed to be bonded. and for the longest time , it wasn’t anything inherently sexual. even after puberty. it really wasn’t. it was just a love that no one else would ever understand. it was something uniquely them.

when things did turn sexual however… it wasn’t weird. it was new , and a little confusing , but they had each other to go through it with at least , right? i can imagine their the type of siblings that kiss each others heads and cheeks and such , but one night you were really upset. you’d gotten into an intense fight with rose and you just couldn’t stop crying. of course , rafe was there wiping away your tears and telling you he’d kill her if that’s what you wanted while listening to you rant. and while he had you tear soaked face in his hands he leaned forward and kissed you. “i’m sorry you’re so sad , baby,” he cooed , kissing you again. the second kiss you were able to react and kiss him back.

from then on it was almost like you were dating. rafe stopped sleeping around , you stopped flirting with his friends. it was all behind closed doors. usually his room because it was further from your siblings and parents. but it simply became a normal thing for you. you didn’t use the terms boyfriend or girlfriend. you weren’t that. you were just rafe and y/n.

as for john b , there’s no doubt in my mind it’s his baby sister. and alllll of it stems from their lack of parents being shit. you were two years younger than him , and subsequently the straw that broke the camel’s back of your parents marriage. it wasn’t long of having another child that your mother decided she had enough and left. your father , even though he knew it wasn’t a baby’s fault , hated you because you were the reason his wife left.

it was obvious your whole life— the resentment your father held for you. john b didn’t blame you though. he loved his baby sister. he was so excited even at the ripe age of two to be a big brother. how could something he was so happy to have be something your father hated? so john b made constantly reassured you. you were loved and wanted.

when big john goes missing , john b stepped up even more. he already did a good job of taking care of you , but now he was the man of the house. you were his sole responsibility. and you did your best to take care of him too. you knew how hard he was trying , so you wanted to ease his load.

on really bad nights , you’d creep into john b’s room and just cry and beg for him to make things better. you felt bad about putting pressure on him , but it felt worse not having your dad. even if he was shit. “you wan’ me to make you feel better?” john b would hum , looking down at you with those big brown eyes that just told you you were safe. when his big , rough hands slipped between your thighs , you jumped away. but he caught you and pulled you back into his arms. “shshshsh,” he hushed you , thumb on your lip, “i’m gonna make you feel better. promise.” and there’s this look in his eyes that make it seem like he needed it more than you.

[macicameron]

intro 𓇼

my name is maci cameron!!

my family: rafe, sarah, ward, wheezie.

my friends are: kiara, john b, cleo.

18, obsessed with pink, music, summer, the beach, taylor swift, late night walks !!

old men, old women, please dont send nudes or dm me <3

admin to oc: @maybanksprincess

inbox: open <3

dms: open <3

[rubiehart]

How do you think each of the guys would react to you secretly doing a boudoir photo shoot then making a photo book of it and then showing him

i’m gonna assume u mean jj, john b and pope cuz they’re the boys i mostly write for but lmk if this isn’t what you’re looking forrr

with jj you’d be snuggled up on the couch with his arm around your shoulder before you finally pulled away claiming you had a little surprise for him, coming back to with the black leather book in your hands, your cheeks flushing pink and handing him the book all nervous, him raising his eyebrows and running his tongue over his lip as he sees the gold cursive saying ‘for jj’, the look on his face making you clench your thighs together. he stays quiet as he opens the book to the first page being met with a half naked you, tits spilling out of the top of your dainty lingerie, matching lace thong clad on your hips, making his dick jolt to life, “jesus fuckin’ christ.” he’d mumble, turning to the next page and seeing your perfect body spread out on a fancy couch, tits our for his viewing. “you’re so fuckin’ sexy, c’mere.” he mutters as you straddle his lap, feeling his prominent hard on through his sweatpants, groping your tits automatically though your thin crop top. “you’re just so pretty huh? can’t believe i got you all t’ myself.” he mutters, drunk off just your body.

for john b, i feel like he’d just be frozen while he flips though the pages slowly, completely hypnotised by you, the way the fabrics cling to your body and just so out of his mind horny that he’s just not even able to respond coherently, just muttering “fuck.” and “jesus christ, that’s the best one.” every time he turns the page cuz this shit’s just getting better and better!! the gift that keeps on giving!! after he’s done he’s just in shock, turning to you, you’re all nervous about how he feels, but him not even giving you a chance to have anymore negative thoughts before going in for a kiss and muttering against your lips as he strips you down to nothing. “d’ya know how fuckin’ beautiful you are? huh? cuz i’m about to show you.”

pope would just be so sweet about it, every page complimenting you excessively, feeling so happy that you trust him enough to give him something like this. not even thinking about himself as he sits there hard as a fuckin’ rock while he looks at pictures of you all pretty for him in his favourite colours:(( “y’a like the blue one pope? i know it’s your favourite.” you’d mumble, as he nods frantically with dilated pupils, tent in his pants obvious as you just giggle, him reaching up to connect your lips and then having soft sex when he tells you how beautiful you are and that you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, finishing with sweet aftercare (pope is king of aftercare!!) and a lil’ long bubble bath where he’s just washing your hair so gently making sure he does it how you like even though you’re just fucked out in total bliss laying against his chest as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

[shellxrls]

john b is soo puppy coded !! his big brown eyes that always have a slight watery tinge, his awaiting stance !!! i bet he'd let you lead him around like he was on an imaginary leash, following you place-to-place with one calloused hand practically glued onto yours.

need a task done, he's doing it for you; need to run an errand, he's making sure he's with you.

pretty sure this applies to your sex life too - if you ever wanna try something new, all it takes is a little coercion and he's practically pouting at your feet and giving into your will (albeit with a wholeee lotta reassurance).

"you sure?" he questions, manhandling your frame until your head is at eye level with his, as if you weren't the one who suggested this idea in the first place.

"mhm."

"words, baby."

desperate and almost dazed from the anticipation, you whine out a prolonged "yess! 'm sure, just need you."

[umathurwin]

there’s a clip in season 1 where john b, under the impression sarah is working with her father, breaks into the cameron home and confronts sarah about where her loyalties lie

she says something about him scaring her, and he responds “is life outside the bubble wrap scary to you?”

genuinely he’s never been hotter than that moment

edit: i found the clip 😻

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Morgy & Dolly’s Writing Prompt Game

Me and @babygorewhore came up with this fun lil writing prompt game, we had sm fun making it so we hope you have fun playing it too🖤

Rules: Choose a prompt from the list below, write your own blurb/one shot, tag us and we will add it to the masterlist! Pls no incest, rape, or overly innocent/clueless readers. Feel free to mix and match the prompts. We aren’t Pope girlies but you’re absolutely welcome to write for him too! Be kind to each other. But most of all? Be slutty!! 18+MDNI!!

Rafe Prompts:

• Being a brat until he snaps

• Sub Rafe

• Flirting with one of Frat!Rafe’s bros to make him jealous

• Rafe with a dacryphilia kink

• Gun play

• Rafe x Barry’s!sister reader

• Opposites Attract

• Rafe and unhinged!reader

• Knife play

• Mutual obsession

Jj Prompts:

• Childhood best friends

• Enemies to lovers with Kook!reader

• Jj with a mommy kink

• Perv Jj

• Giving him a lap dance

• Jj that’s just a total simp for his girl

• Gun play

• Sugar baby jj

• Dealer!Jj’s favorite girl

John B Prompts:

• Road head

• Brat taming

• Fucking him on the HMS Pouge

• Casual Dominance

• Munch John B

Free For All:

• Soulmates

• I’ve always loved you

• Threesome

• I hate everyone but you

• Hurt/Comfort

• Dad’s best friend

• Omegaverse

• Wild Card (choose your own)