#johnb x reader

[princessbrunette]

firefighter!jj & firefighter!johnb so in love with their cute little roommate.. they sometimes come home very late and see her on the couch sleeping cuz she was trying to stay up just for them:((( love em

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they’d be lying if they said they didn’t feel bad when they finally unlocked the door to their apartment and found you curled up on the couch, fast asleep. fridays were meant to be movie and pizza night, they were always movie and pizza night — starting at 6pm and ending whenever the hell you’d all fall asleep. it was your favourite part of the week and they knew it.

john b tries to shut the door quietly, but the sound makes you stir anyway — jj quickly kneeling his exhausted body down beside the couch to give your cheek an affectionate rub.

“howdy sleepyhead, think you got lost on the way to your bed.” he smiles guiltily, hoping you’d be tired enough to forget the plans they’d missed out on.

“you’re here…” you croak, lifting your head a little before john b quickly hurries to sit by your side, easing you back down.

“shhh, shh— yep we’re here now—”

“y’missed it… m’made you pizza…” you’re barely awake, eyes sticky and half shut causing your two best friends to exchange a pained look.

“yeah… look we’re real sorry about that, boss had us workin’ some crazy ass hours.” jj sighs, clearly not happy about it. “think it’s time you get yourself to bed though, right sunshine?” he prods you gently with a smile and you seem to curl up even smaller.

“mm, i’ll jus’ stay right here… spend a little more time with you guys.”

taking charge the way he knew, john b shook his head — slotting his hands beneath you and lifting you into, ironically enough, a fireman carry. “no, nope, you’re gonna get some rest and we will all hang out in the morning, sweetheart.”

you don’t fight, simply opening one eye to catch jj blowing you a kiss as the brunette carries you away. they could never resist taking care of their sweet baby best friend.

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[shellxrls]

thinking ab jb wearing super loose dark blue denim overalls, clearly no shirt, dick swinging freely and indenting a small bulge into the pants of the material. pup walks in and sees him resting on the couch like that and she practically trips over herself shedding any unnecessary layers (unnecessary meaning all layers).

“woah slow down there pooch, gonna hurt yourself.”

“mmf ‘m fine, just wanna share with you,” you shrug, pulling him up by the weathered denim straps and proceeding to unbutton the flap.

“mmh, you sure both of us are gonna fit sweetie ?” it’s a bit patronising, but you’ve finally freed his chest from the material and so you entirely disregard the question — choosing instead to stick your nose into the muscle and wrap your arms around his back, mouthing at the sweaty patch between his pecs.

“mhm, hundred percentt,” you hum. and with that you push him to lay on the couch and scale his stomach, coming to rest around his chest before you start burying your body into the overalls next to his.

it takes a bit of effort against resistance, but after a couple minutes you find yourself nested comfortably within his clothes, skin to skin with your cheek on his chest. “told youuu.. we’re gonna stay like this now bee.”

[webbluvrsugar]

Request for John b (obx): reader has a date. John b (your step brother) gets jealous and possessive

stepbro!johnb punishing you after a date.

cw: stepcest

You have no idea what you did that wrong for you to be in this situation. John B has one hand holding both your legs up by your knees, you’re laying against his chest, your back flush with his chest, your panties discarded somewhere on the floor while his big large hand hovers over your cunt.

In your opinion, what you did was normal of any girl your age, you just went on a date with a random guy you found cute at one of Rafe’s parties, but apparently not because your stepbrother, John B, doesn’t think so and he made sure you knew how angry he is.

“See, I — I shouldn’t even be doing this but..” he swallows, watching the way you squirm when he delivers a pointed slap to your clit. “But y’re my little sis so I gotta keep you on check, yeah, sweets?” His voice is low and comforting, it contrasts to the brutal feeling of each spank.

Now, John B is till very new to this, he’s new to living on the kook side of outerbanks and adjusting to your family has been hard, especially when you make him hard all the time when walking around your house with those frilly clothes of yours, with the way you answer him, the way you smile and bite down on your lip, the way you bluntly flirt with him.

“Johnbeee.” You whimper, trying to wiggle your lips and escape your punishment, he’s been denying you your orgasms, always apologising afterwards, saying you can take it.

“I know, I know, just sit there ‘n take your punishment.” He whispers, one hand caressing your jaw. “Not my fault you had to go with that fucking kook.”

He whispers, one finger rolling your pearl slowly before he gives you another spank, this time on your thigh, you whimper and throw your head back, tears forming at your eyes.

“You see, now you know,” he pauses, sliding a finger in. “I’m eeeeeverything you need.”

He thrusts in and out, roughly.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” You nod, bury your head on his arm.

“No need for a dumb boy.”

[cute-sucker]

note: im begging for requests for this au!!! i'm sobbing, idk what character it is <3

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jonbee taking care of you during an apocalypse and you're in near tears begging him to kiss you. it happens all the time, the casual way that he's dominant over you. if it's the way that he's so much taller, the way his rough hands feel on yours. he always drops a kiss on your forehead before serving you french toast.

you love the normality of it all. the way he's humming the song on the radio, and you're bobbing your head to it. ivy is growing in the trailer park, and the shorts you have on have dirt smudges all over it when the two of you were running.

yet john b is giving you everything he can to serve you a normal lifestyle. he's trying everything to make you feel better, tucking back your hair, and coaxing you to eat. he's even found an old apron that has, 'kiss the chef,' on it, and suddenly your tearing up, holding up your brittle knife and fork.

hot tears drip down your face, as you sniffle quietly nudging at the food on your plate. almost immediately john b turns around, eyes full of concern.

"hey? hey, what's wrong?" he murmers, dropping down to your level. his hat is on backwards, and you fight the urge to turn it the other way. "don't cry pup," he cooes, grazing your wet cheeks, and you fight the urge of jumping into his arms, or asking to sit on his lap. after all, the two of you are platonic anyways. that's clear to tell.

you choke on your sob, "iono, just feel this pressure on my chest. i really need to be close to someone." even as you say this, your eyes are wide ready to be rejected, but john be is always there for you, as his hands snake up your sides, and sits you down on his lap.

"alright now. let's eat something now. maybe that'll make the ache go away."

you nodd at his soft words. he's right, he's always right. the two of you could barley find normal food now, always preservatives, or food that makes you hurt. you like it when he embraces you like this, his big arms around your waist, as you feel like a kid swinging your legs. and yet here you are crying the one day that there is good food.

suddenly you feel worse. the world is ending, and you'll be dead soon, and john be will never be with you, and you will have never kissed anyone. you'll never be a librarian in a niche town with a husband who would kiss you off your feet. no, you will have never kissed someone! what a tragedy to love someone so deeply yet never touch their soothing lips. maybe john b's lips on yours would fix everything.

you feel so stupid.

finally, john b puts the fork down, warm breath on your neck, and he sets you off his lap to look you in the eye.

"i need you to tell me what's wrong, and so i can fix it." he whispers to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you shake your head, feeling the pounding feeling in your chest, as if you were going to vomit but your stomach was empty.

john b sighs, his voice firm now, "this won't go away. show me where it hurts. do you feel sick?" he murmurs to you, giving you his hand to guide, and you tentivally take it to place it on your heart.

"here," you croak, "it hurts here."

he looks surprised, yet his eyes are warm as he speaks in his soothing tone, his words practically melting in your mouth, "why does it hurt pup?"

"i need you to kiss me," you blurt out, and let go of his hand, "so it can stop."

he tilts his head almost amused, "yea? you need me to kiss you, so your heart can stop hurting."

you hate the way he's teasing you, a soft lint in his tone, his large hands still settling on you as he talks to you. he's so gentle with you it burns your skin, it burns everything inside of you.

"i can't take it. i can't take the fact that i've never kissed someone," and then you pause, your voice a whimper, "i can't take it that i haven't kissed you jonbee-"

and then without a doubt, he looks at you again, his eyes so feverious, so full of emotion, burning with the exact same fire that you feel your body ablaze with.

just like that john b cups your jaw, and kisses you so sweetly you see stars.

[thepinkmermaidprincess]

little crochet date with older!johnb on a warm summer evening at the beach….🌸🐚🏝️

reader is 23 and john b is 35 ♡ reader is also wearing the pink outfit on the picture above ♡

You owned a crochet business,and your sweet daddy wanted to learn how to make you a cute ribbon keychain for your keys that you always loses.

That’s how you ended up on a pink beach towel between john b’s leg watching the ocean while crocheting a new bikini top for your next collection and drinking wine.You were in john b’s secret spot so you guys could have full privacy.

"bubba,this is a lot harder that it look..",his tongue was picking out of his mouth and his eyebrows were forming the most adorable frown.He had spend the last twenty minutes on the same stitch.

"here,let me help you,you big baby.",you gently took his project from his hands and showed him again how to do this stitch.

"thank you so much,sweet girl.",he said before pressing a fat kiss on your beautiful pink lips.

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An hour later,both of your project were finished and john b was kissing down your neck softly.

"you look so pretty in this little set bubba…so gorgeous",he whispered as his hands came touching your tits on top of your bright pink bralette.

"mhm….daddy….that feels so so good",your head felt back on his shoulder.

Everytime john b heard this little nasty nickname come out of your mouth,he knew he was done for…he was yours body and soul.

"turn around,get on top of me but lay all the way back."

You instantly did exactly what he asked.you laid all the way back and now he could see that you weren’t wearing any panties under your bright pink skirt.

"would you look at that…tell me bubba,did you knew this was going to happen?…yeah?wanted me to fuck you so bad so you gived me easy access?",he started grinding you by your hips against his covered cock,"mhm….you’re so wet,sweetie…..love it,love you,love this pussy...mine",he said slapping it.

you started moaned at the friction of his jeans against your folds and your clit.

"please daddy…..i want you in me.",you whispered.

He gripped your hair and pulled hard,"Speak up."

"daddy i need you inside me so bad please i need it…",you said louder.

He rapidly took himself out of his jeans and entered you in one hard thrust that made you try to crawl back away from him,it felt too good and the pain mixed with the pleasure was making you scream john b’s name for every one around to hear.

"no..tsk…silly girl…",he wrapped one of his hand around your neck and squeezed while the other was making you go up and down on his cock at a punishing pace,"where do you think you’re going ? bubba you begged me for this…take your top off,let’s me see what’s mine."

You pulled down your top to your stomach to expose your breast,john b instantly bending down to place hickeys all over them.he bit,lick and sucked your tits until you could do nothing but take it.it feel like heaven,he made your body moves exactly as he wanted you,you loved whenJohn b used you like that,it made your heart happy and your sweet little pussy soaked.

He pinned your arms above your head,and roll up your skirt even more to expose your pussy to his hungry eyes.

"So perfect…yeah you heard that sweetie?you’re so soaked,you’re milking me.",his voice sounded strained…you love the effect you had on him,you liked knowing you made him as crazy for you as you were crazy for him."you want more ? of course you do…. my greedy little girl."

He went up on his knees and hold your hips up with his hand.he started pounding into your pussy with hard and deep thrust.you screamed of pleasure,and when he put his thumb on your clit and start massaging,you can’t help but cum but you knew you didn’t to ask for permission,if not you were going to get punished.

"daddy.ohmygod,daddy can i cum can i cum please please plea-",you sounded crazy,out of your mind.

"yes sweet girl,come for me,come all over my cock so i can turned you over and fuck you on all fours like you love so much….",he chuckled as your orgasm hit you like a gigantic wave.

You didn’t even have time to breathe before he manhandled you on all fours.He slapped your ass before saying :

"Ass up,face down.Now.",he then proceeded to shift your hair into a ponytail and fucked you hard just the way you liked it.

"yes bubba fuck…….throw that ass back at me…yes ",spanking after spanking,praise mixed with degradation and kisses down your back ended up in you cuming again,your screams choking on your daddy’s finger.

Once your orgasm was finished,he manhandled you again until his cock was buried between your pretty lips.you didn’t even move before his cum was rushing down your throat.he gently put his cock out and started kissing down your throat to help you swallow.

"mhm…there you go sweet girl swallow,all of it…..yes so proud of you sweetie",he kissed you gently,"you did so good baby,fuck,sex with you is heaven……love you bubba".

hope u loved it ♡ English is not my first language so i apologize for any mistakes <3

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Strings of curses left your throat as he guided you up and down on his cock, the stretch painful but it felt good. His hair was a mess, the bandana wrapped around his neck was the only article of clothing on him. Your hands were strewn across his chest, that damn smile on his face making you melt.

You wonder, how the hell did you end up here? Fucking your ex boyfriend who also happened to be an outlaw that you were currently chasing, was not what you expected when you work up this morning.

But he was addictive. And fuck, it felt good. Your morals and your training went out the window, the only thing in your head was him right now. You wanted to stay like this forever, his large cock pushing in and out of you, feeling every vein in your walls. It was heaven.

“John b!” You cried out, moaning as you came on his cock, with soft grunts leaving his throat as he released inside of you with a little moan of your name, both of your juices mixing together. He sighed, letting his head fall into the pillow behind him. You panted, finally getting some rest as your head pounded in the after thought.

What the hell did you just do?

His hands went to your waist, gently picking you up and getting you off of him. He gave you a small kiss on the cheek, before getting up to leave. You sat on the bed, contemplating whether or not you should arrest him right now.

He came back with a towel, cleaning you up. You slightly jolted, but he kissed the inside of your thigh.

“It’s alright.” He mumbled quietly, going back to cleaning you up, and then discarding the towel in the corner of his messy room.

“So, you gonna arrest me or what? Ain’t that what you’re here to do?” He asked you, clearing his throat and putting his hands out for you to cuff. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Let’s… keep this a secret.” You told him, looking up at him again. He smiled, leaning down to kiss you.

[babeydollx]

Friends With Benefits | John B Routledge

୨୧ Warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of smut.

୨୧ Pairings: John B Routledge x Female Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, John B and Y/N have been best friends since the sandbox days but, after a night of drinks they give into their true feelings for eachother.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.1k words

୨୧ Author's Note: this will be a two part series. Also sorry for the big space at the end, I cannot get rid of it.

© Babeydollx 2024, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

You started to get ready for John B’s party. You always loved his parties and would never miss one for the world. John B has been your best friend since the 4th grade. We were inseparable. Wherever one of us went, the other always came along.

You finished getting ready and made sure You looked good then went downstairs. “Y/N. Where are you going?” Your father asked standing by the stairs. “I’m going out.” You said heading for the door. You knew your father wouldn’t let you go if you told him you were going to John B’s. He was a Pouge and you are a Kook. Your father would never approve of that friendship.

“Going out where?” He asked raising a brow. “uhm.. I’m just going to Sarah’s.” You said grabbing your purse and opened the door. “Oh.. okay have fun honey.” Your father said as he walked off into the living room. You nodded and left.

You came to the beach where the Pouges were throwing there party. John B spotted you and ran over and hugged you, then picked you up and spun you. You giggled as he set you back down. “I’m so glad you came Y/n.” He smiled. “I would never miss my best friend’s party.” You chuckled and walked over to JJ, Pope, and Kiara with him. “Aye Y/N! You came, shocked you got passed your old man at this hour.” JJ said sipping his beer.

“Well.. I had to lie that I was with Sarah. I texted her and told her and she said she would cover for me so it’s fine.” You chuckled and sat down with them. JJ was John B’s best friend. He was one of your best friends were. Really.. John B, JJ, Kiara, and Pope were basically your family. You would do anything for any of them.

You got up to get a beer and came back then sat down close to John B. You opened it and sipped your beer as JJ stood up. “Uh.. JB could you come help me with something real quick?” He asked setting his beer down by his spot. “Yeah sure.” John B nodded and got up and they walked off together.

୨୧ John B's POV ୨୧

I walked off with JJ away from the group. I didn’t really know what JJ would need help with, everything for the party was done obviously, we were all good. He took me farther away from the group, far enough where they could not hear us then JJ stopped and turned to face me.

“You seriously have not made a move on Y/N yet?” JJ asked. “I- what do you mean?” I asked tilting my head confused. I did know what he was talking about, I had talked to him about liking Y/n before but, I know she wouldn’t feel the same for me. She’s my best friend, and a Kook. She deserves better than me anyways.

“John B. I know that you like her, you told me, and even if you wouldn’t had told me, it’s obvious dude.” He said crossing his arms. “I just…” I sighed. “What is it man? What’s the problem?” JJ asked. “I don’t want to ruin things between us.” I sighed. “What if she does not feel the same way about me and I tell her, and it screws everything up. She is my best friend JJ.. I don’t want to ruin a good thing.” I said.

“Have you not seen the way y/n looks at you?” He asked. “The way she is always all over you and clingy. She’s totally into you man.” He said. “I don’t think so.. plus realistically you would have more of a chance with her than I would.” I sighed. “I wouldn’t have a chance with her. I know that because I have tried it, trust me y/n is hot, if I had the chance to snatch her up I would.” He said. “Plus she is always all over you man.” He said.

“I mean.. still..” I sighed. “Oh my god.” JJ huffed. “She is into you, it’s easy to tell with the whole ‘Oh my god John B.. I missed you so much’ and 'John B please.. be safe.. be so safe.’” He said then decided to throw in the quote: 'Ugh just give me that John D!’ “I- really JJ?” I asked a little irritated at his last quote. “Well I know she is thinking it.” JJ smirked. I rolled my eyes. I honestly hoped JJ was right about y/n liking me but, she probably doesn’t. I know it. “Let’s just go back.. ok man?” I asked. “Ight..” JJ said.

୨୧ Y/N's POV ୨୧

JJ and John B walked back over to us. John B sat beside me again as usual and JJ sat back beside Kiara. “What was that all about?” You asked looking to John B. “Uhm..” John B said looking to JJ. JJ gave him a looked and mouthed 'say it.’ “Can we talk… in uh.. private?” John B asked. “Uh- yeah sure.” You nodded and got up. You was worried that something was wrong. He seemed… too serious for it to be something light.

John B took your hand and walked off. John B took you to the van and opened the back letting you get in first then he got in after you shutting the door. “So.. what’s up?” You asked sitting down. John B sat down beside you. He studied you for a moment. “What is it JB?” You chuckled but was cut off when he kissed you. You were shocked but kissed him back then pulled away.

“ Uh.. what was that about?” You chuckled a little tilting my head. “I- uh- sorry..” John B mumbled. “I- no it’s ok… I liked it..” You said as you held his hand. “I- you did?” He asked shocked. “Yeah..” You smiled a little and bit your lip. “Well.. I am guessing that it’s obvious that I like you. That’s why.. JJ and I talked in private earlier.. he was trying to convince me to tell you..” He said.

“Really? You like me?” You smiled. “Yeah..” He nodded with a quiet chuckle. “Well you’re in luck because.. I like you too.. a lot.” You giggled quietly. “Really?” He smiled. “Yeah..” You smiled a giggled a little. It went silent for a moment. “Well.. what should we do now?” You asked. “Mmm.. I have a few ideas..” John B smirked as he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you passionately.

୨୧ Author's Note: Thank you for reading, lovies!

[stxrslut]

when you first returned to the capitol from your games, jj and john b had been two of the first to help you through the struggles of your now forever held trauma. so when all three of you are set to be sent back to the arena, they are the first people you seek. 

since you were reaped your nights had once again become plagued with nightmares, leaving you sleepless and even more terrified for what you may see in a matter of mere days. 

the same is true tonight as you pad down cold tiled the hallway, wearing nothing but your little nightdress and some panties. you're not concerned you'll run into anybody on your way.

jj and john b share a room, at their own request. some people may question it, but you know it's just within their nature to cohabit, if that turns out to be a tiny bit homoerotic then it's nobody's business. 

you knock before pushing the door open a tad to see both of them sitting up groggily in their beds, clearly having only just awoken. once you're sure they're conscious you go inside, looking down sadly as you make your way over to crawl in with john b.

the brunette boy welcomes you into his arms, “hey there,” he murmurs, a small concerned furrow in his brow, “nightmare again?” he asks, a soft knowingness to his tone.

you nod, looking back to see jj coming over to climb in as well, leaving you sandwiched between them. your favourite place to be, a safe place if you will. you know you're safe with them.

“don't know how ‘m gonna survive a second time,” you admit, placing your head into john b’s chest. jj lets out a small hum from behind you, rubbing at your side gently.

“s’how were all feelin’ at the moment baby, not just you.” his voice is laced with fatigue, leaving it raspy, somehow more soothing in a way. 

you stay where you are, though you engage with what jj is saying. “really? all of us?” you ask, brows furrowed. 

it's john b who answers, “yeah all of us, every single person in this building is having the exact same problem as you in some way or another, even me and jay.” you look back to see jj nodding in confirmation of the last statement and so you relax back to where you were.

“feels like i don't have a chance though... everyone here knows so much better and... I'm just a girl.” you can feel the tears creeping back now, a lump forming in your throat and your eyes welling up. “I'm really scared.” 

jj tuts quietly, wiping your cheek, “don't be like that. wouldn't have won the first time ‘round if you didn't have a chance.” he tries to reassure you but you shake your head.

they both sigh, looking at each other long enough to make a mutual decision. john b speaks now, “you stick with us in the arena okay? you know we’ll keep you safe if you feel like you can't.” 

you sniffle, looking up and around at both of them, “promise?” you ask, looking to jj for another answer.

“yeah baby, we promise.” 

[webdollzz]

John b punishes puppy reader for being a little bit of a brat.

yes ma'am🫡 soft!dom!jb

Mean slaps were relentlessly delivered to your red ass, making you squirm and sniffle on John B's lap restlessly.

He gripped your hips to hold you still, not letting you wriggle your way out of a punishment just because you were crying.

"Nuh uh, pup. Sit still, will be over 'fore you know it, hmm?" He whispered, his voice sickeningly comforting, even as he slapped your ass raw.

You nodded softly with a whimper, deciding the less you resist, the quicker it will go.

Dead wrong.

You led there like a deer caught in headlines, stiff as a bone, and he didn't let up. You cried at him, babbling how he was mean, how this was unfair.

"Unfair? It's very fair, bubba. You were being a little brat all day, runnin' 'round places I specifically told you not to." He shook his head, bringing you to sit on his lap properly, your pouty face staring at him.

"Thought we listen to me? I'm just trying to keep you safe, baby. Can't do that if you're runnin' away all the time, can I?" He asked, and you just stared at him, sniffling.

He tapped your jaw, not harshly, just expectantly, wanting an answer.

"Give me an answer, pup." He looked down at you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear sweetly, giving that comforting JB smile.

"N–No..I guess not." You mumbled, stirring on his lap as you shuffled closer to him.

"That's right," he nodded, before pushing between your shoulder blades and forcing you back against the bed, making you muffle a cry.

"iiii know baby, I know."

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[pvre-angel]

you should go (i want you to stay) | rafe cameron

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reader x rafe; after a drunken hookup, you admit how you really feel.

you always hoped you’d end up here. in his bed, naked. his hand ran up and down along your side, the cold ring on his finger making you shiver. you felt him kiss your shoulder lightly before rolling out of bed. you didn’t say anything. instead, you watched him as he pulled his clothes on quickly, a smile on his face as he met your stare.

 “well, that was unexpected.” he laughed, picking up your bra and tossing it at you. “unexpected in a good way, i hope,” you replied as you began to get dressed yourself. “unbelievably good.” rafe winked, opening the door to the balcony and sitting down. you smiled, of course, but a part of you was scared. maybe it was your mistake, going this far with your best friend, who you were crazy in love with. as said before, it wasn’t exactly a planned occurrence. and being drunk off your ass, after a huge party didn’t help. 

you followed rafe onto the balcony and grabbed the beer you were drinking, finishing it off and opening another without hesitating. “trying to forget it already, huh?” he joked, elbowing you in the arm. “nah, trying to forget something else.” you mumbled, hoping he was too distracted by the crowd downstairs to notice you responded at all. his hand found your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “what’s up?” the concern in his voice made your insides melt. 

maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the hope you held that he’d feel the same that betrayed the voice in your head telling you not to say anything. 

“i’m in love with you, rafe. i’m sorry if that’s weird, and i’m sorry that i-” you couldn’t continue once he pulled his hand away and stood up, shaking his head. “you probably just feel that way because of what we did.” he now stood a few feet away, arms crossed. he couldn’t even meet your gaze. “i’ve felt this way for a long time.” now you stood, inching toward him. “y/n” you don’t know what you're talking about, you don’t love me. okay?” it stung that he was walking over your feelings, instead of accepting them to be true. “rafe-” you began, only for him to cut you off. “this, what we did,” he pointed to the bedroom, where only moments ago everything was perfect. “it was a mistake.’ and as if that wasn’t enough to hurt you, he snatched the beer from your hand, “you should go.” 

you felt your heart break right then and there. tears gathered in your eyes, but instead of letting him see how much his words affected you, let them fall after you turned to leave, just as he wanted you to.

weeks passed. 

you did everything you could to distract yourself. but nothing seemed to really help. was your friendship with rafe really over because you couldn’t keep it to yourself? you felt you had ruined everything. but reaching out first meant apologizing for how you thought you felt. it meant lying. and you refused to do that. rafe hadn’t made any effort to make amends, either. which only made everything feel worse. 

as if you hadn’t made enough mistakes in the last while, you found yourself giving into your friends and going to yet another party. you had been avoiding parties, knowing rafe cameron was more than likely at every single one, or the one hosting. 

his house was already packed full of people. your stomach churned, regret filling you already. were you even welcome here anymore? the last time you were here he asked you to leave. it took a bit more convincing from your friends, but you found yourself inside his house with a beer in your hand. you tried to enjoy yourself, but it was hard when you couldn’t help but scan the room every few minutes, watching for him. you’d avoid him, if you did see him, of course, but you silently prayed you wouldn’t see him at all. as if he read your mind, rafe entered the room, a smile on his face as he ran into some of his close friends. a lump formed in your throat. you knew better than to wish you wouldn’t see him at his own party. now that you had, you wished you never came at all.

“i’m sorry guys, i think i’m gonna go.” you said to your friends, who were too busy dancing to the loud music to hear you or notice you leaving. hiding behind people as best as you could, you managed to get to the door before you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder. 

“y/n?” rafe’s voice met your ears. you turned towards him slowly, refusing to look directly at him. “i’m leaving, don’t worry.” before you could turn to leave, he stopped you again. “i wasn’t worried, i’m glad you came.” you scoffed, unable to believe him. “really? because the last time i was here you asked me to go. so that’s what i’m doing. i shouldn’t have even came.” rafe flinched, but a look of understanding was apparent. 

“please, can we just talk? somewhere less crowded?” he pleaded. you rolled your eyes, knowing you’d follow him anywhere even when you really didn’t want to. instead of responding, you waved a hand, motioning for him to lead the way. 

as if it were some cruel joke, he brought you right to his room. “rafe, what’s left to even say?” he shut his door and locked it. now you two were alone, in the very room where everything went to shit weeks ago. 

“everything. everything i should have said instead of letting you walk out.” 

“you asked me to leave, rafe.” he guided you to sit down next to him on his bed. “yes, i know but, fuck, (y/n) i just couldn’t let myself believe it was possible that you could feel that way for me. it freaked me out.”

“well, i’m glad to know how i feel for you freaks you out. is that all?”

“can you just let me say what i have to say? fuck.” you stayed silent, taken back by his tone.

“i’m a mess, y/n. I do stupid shit, and get drunk, and high, and it scared me to hear you say those words because you deserve more than that. it scared me because no ones ever been able to make me feel the way i feel when i’m with you.” 

tears filled your eyes, and rafe took your hands into his.

“i decided the second you said it that you were just confused. but that wasn’t fair to you, just easier for me.”  he wiped a tear from your cheek.

“ what are you saying to me rafe?” you needed him to be straight up, no more beating around the bush. you couldn’t deal with not knowing exactly what he was thinking or feeling. 

without warning, his hand flew to the back of your head, your hair tangled in his fingers. he hauled you closer, hungry for your kiss. his lips found yours with greed. 

“i’m saying that i fucking love you. and i’m so sorry i couldn’t admit it before.”  you forgave him then and there, gripping his shirt and hauling him back in.

“i want you to stay.” he panted between kisses.

and so you did, just as he wanted you to. 

[honeybear-yammy]

{ Wrapping } character wrapping them in a warm blanket straight out of the dryer.

Could you do this one with John B? Maybe Y/N is sick during it? - 🎨

I'll Always Take Care Of You

Warnings: Y/N being sick, besides for that pure fluff.

Pairings: John B Routledge x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which John B takes care of his girlfriend Y/N when she gets sick.

Author's Note: tysm for the request!

Blurb Event

© Honeybear-Yammy 2023, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You whined as you curled up in your fluffy sweater. You had been sick with a flu for the past day or two now. It was horrible. John B came in holding a tray. On the tray there was a mug that was steaming with tea most likely, a bowl of hot soup, a bottle of juice, and a few other things that would help your flu symptoms.

You slowly sat up before fixing the pillows so you could prop yourself up on them comfortably. "How is my girl feeling?" John B asked with a small frown as he put the tray down by you on the bed before sitting down on the end of the bed. "I still feel gross." You frowned as you picked up the warm tea and sipped it.

"Aww.. I'm sorry, princess." He said with a frown. "I hate it when my girl is feeling like this." He rubbed your leg softly. "Well, I'll be better soon.." You said with a weak smile. "I know but, I want you to get better quicker." He chuckled quietly. You smiled a little and put your cup a tea down before you gently squeezed his hand. "But I'll be okay." You smiled. John B nodded.

"Oh and I just remembered something." He said. "What's that?" You asked. "I found your favorite blanket and I decided to throw it into the dryer for you so it would be all nice and warm for you. I figured that it would be nice to have a blanket that was all warm and cozy for you while you're sick." He said with a smile.

"You did?" You smiled. "Yeah, I know that when it gets colder you love to have your blankets all nice and warm so, I figured that since you were sick that you'd like them warm too." He said. You smiled before you herd the dryer beep meaning your blanket was done in the dryer. "Okay, I'll be right back, babe." John B said with a smile before getting up and walking out.

You waited for him on the bed in your shared bedroom. After a moment or two, John B came back in with the fluffy, warm blanket that was fresh out of the dryer and he wrapped it around you before kissing your head lovingly making you smile. "Mm.. thanks, love." You said with a smile. "You're welcome, princess. I love you." The brunette boy said with a smile. "I love you too, baby." You said smiling back as John B kissed your forehead.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[princessbrunette]

oh my fuck i just thought of outlaw!jayj and johnbee and them using u as bait!! like ur so pretty n sweet looking so they put u in the forest looking all helpless and hide behind the trees and wait for someone rich to come through… and when someone does obviously they stop to help u because who wouldnt!? while ur sweet talkin the guy, jayj and john bee jump out with the guns and rob them! u don’t particularly like it but they way they fuck u so good after makes up for it 🫶

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doing your job so reluctantly, woeful little pout on your face when the target strolls up to you as expected. you do your part, bat your lashes just the way jj told you to, hold lots of eye contact the way john b advised, and soon — you get to sorrowfully watch the colour drain from the poor suckers face when he feels the cold metal of a pistol against the back of his head, your two lovers having made their entrance.

“yeah, you know what that is dont’cha?” jj asks with a grin— but it’s not the smile that reaches his eyes that he gives you, it’s this cold and scary one. you know it’s closer to a grimace than a smile truly, and you know it means trouble.

“whats going on? just drop the gun, we can talk this out.” they always try to reason, but in order to get their money — the outlaws have to really put the fear of god in him, make this guy think he’s actually gonna die.

“we don’t wanna have to hurt you buddy. turn it around, easy… there you go.” john b instructs, standing back as jj keeps the weapon pointed straight at the strangers head. as advised, you disappear back behind a tree, out of arms reach incase anything does go wrong. they say it’s for your safety, and because a pretty young thing like you shouldn’t see such nasty behaviour from her two fellas.

it gets boring after a while, so you sit down behind a tree, the voice faded to a muffle as you hum to yourself, picking up a ladybug on your finger, entertaining yourself. sometimes they rough the guy up a bit if he’s not complying, beat on him ‘til he does — but the exchange never lasts longer than ten minutes. soon, the guys cleared off and your boys collect you, helping you to stand.

“gonna get dirt on your dress, pup.” john b tsks, patting you down and you stare over at his companion curiously.

“did you get anything good?” you tilt your head to the blonde rifling through the napsack they fill their ‘prizes’ with. he squints one eye when he smiles, and this time you know it’s genuine, and he reaches inside the sack and pulls out gold jewellery he must’ve taken from the man.

“you tell me, this look good to you babydoll?” hes showing teeth now, biting back a chuckle as your jaw drops, bouncing with excitement.

“oh that’ll make you a fortune!”

“all from your help, sweetheart.” that homely rumbly voice that belong to john b cuts through, a warm hand on your waist pulling you into his side. you melt into him, his body on yours always feeling like it could make you fall asleep. he smells like fresh water and embers from last nights camp fire— all warm and daddy-like.

neither of them let you forget how helpful you are later that night, a few drinks down in a shabby motel shack, sandwiched between the two of them, crying and gasping with a dick in each hole.

“f—full!” is all you can say, and the boys chuckle— albeit slightly awkwardly, their faces so close from the position on the bed. john b took your pussy, jj nasty as ever in your ass.

“the…good kind of full?” john b coo’s like none of it’s happening, a hand brushing your cheek. jj kisses the back of your head, letting out a breathy moan momentarily after.

“s—so good!”

“only the best for… goddamnit… only the best for our best girl, right john b?” jj’s barely holding it together.

“you’re damn right, jj. our good little helper.”

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[remuslupingf]

mean!john b ohhhh i need him so bad like he definitely puts you in your place when you get mouthy with him 😵‍💫 just holding your face gently, rubbing his thumb softly across your cheek before pulling back and slapping you. "You didn't like that hm sweet girl?" he says SOOO condescending. you whine like you hate it but your cunt is leaking waiting for him to slap you again😵‍💫

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being Bruce Wayne’s sister, and being in a relationship with John Blake.

Bonding time. It should be easy, right? You loved your brother, and you loved John. They both loved you, so they had at least one thing in common. It should be simple. A nice hike out in the woods on the Wayne property. Enjoy the outdoors, get a little workout in, pump those endorphins up --

Five minutes. That’s all it took. Five minutes for you to regret this.

“I’m telling you,” Bruce said, angrily. “There aren’t any big snakes in these woods. The worst you’re gonna find are the cornsnakes. Harmless.”

“And I’m telling you,” John shot back. “I just saw a long one. Long and black. Definitely venomous.”

“I don’t appreciate you telling me what is and isn’t on my land, Blake.”

You were crouched down, sighing. While the men, or should you say boys, were squabbling for the first time of many today, you were actually peering down into the brush, seeing what it was that John had thought that he had seen. He was more into the argument than in actually proving that he was right at this point. Blue-black, the snake moved throughout the shadows, keeping to itself. It wasn’t aggressive in the least. It was - kind of pretty, actually.

You stood up and took a couple of steps back, brushing your hands on your shorts. “You’re both wrong,” You said, and flicked their heads in unison. “It’s a Drymarchon. So it’s pretty big. But it’s not venomous. I know you’re both out there being save-the-city people but come on, watch some Attenborough. We’re losing daylight, let’s head out.”

Both of the men watched as you strode past them, keeping on the trail. And then looked at each other. Your brother was the first to get moving again, if only to think he could get the last words in. “Harmless, told you.”

“Long and black, told you,” John said in a slightly mocking tone.

“I’ll import in some copperheads if you two don’t cut it out,” You threatened, not even bothering to turn your head, feeling like you were out with two children rather than fully grown men.

Requested by: @tsunchani​

[tokousername]

John B/JJxReader

This gonna be a kind of series of one/two shots where the reader is in a fwb situation with both John B and JJ. They are both aware of the other being involved and they also both want her heart. However, she doesn't want to be in a relationship at the moment so she insists on staying friends with both of them. This is a SMUT. Every chapter will have smut in it.

This will not have a regular schedule because writing smut takes a lot out of me ngl so it'll update whenever it updates.

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Chapter 1; John B

I smiled widely while riding the wave I was currently on with Kiara just a few feet away on her own board. I looked over at her, my salt water soaked hair sticking to my shoulders, back and face as I turned my head to see her. She was trying to top me again for who can ride a wave the longest. I whipped my board to throw some foam and changed my direction so I was heading horizontally across the wave. Kiara tumbled, taking a dive for it in the water, she knew she wasn't gonna regain her balance. I bent down closer to the water while going to finish it off and stuck out my tongue at her on the way by. She cackled and resisted the urge to tug on my cord.

Finally when I got to the end, I dove into the water and resurfaced quickly, watching Kiara walk up the bank with her board. I waved at the group of Pogues on the beach from the sand bar. I grabbed my board and got on, paddling as close as I could and then getting off to head up the beach to the rest of my friends. I flashed a grin at John B on my way up, he had a glint in his eyes, the look of admiration was unmistakable. I gasped and shouted, dropping my board as I felt my feet leave the sand. "JJ! You're lucky I already took off my cord!" I yelled at him, I gripped his arm to hold my top half up as he slung me over his shoulder.

"That was fucking awesome, N/N!" He exclaimed, gripping my thighs so I didn't fall over his back. He grabbed my board with me still over his back and ran up to the rest of the group. Faking that he would drop me at least once on the way. He handed my board to Pope who put it with the rest of the boards. JJ put me down and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him and still moving around so I was stumbling with him.

"It wasn't even the biggest one I've pulled." I giggled. John B snorted and stood up.

"Alright, alright, let go, JJ." He told him, JJ groaned and took his hands off. Pope sat back down in his beach chair next to Kie. John B took his shirt off and smirked at me.

"Oh hell no! No!" I screamed, trying to run away. He laughed and chased me, I only got 10 feet away before he caught up and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up bridal style and racing down the beach to throw me back in. "JB!"

Pope laughed and got up, taking off his hat, sandals, sunglasses and shirt to run after us, JJ also followed to the water. Kiara smiled and stood up, walking behind the group and standing at the edge of the water to watch John B throw my ass in and then a water fight start between the four of us. Shortly after, I shrieked at John B and tried to run in the water but he tackled me. Pope, JJ and Kiara had gone back up to the beach to get the things back together because the fire was starting to go out. He lifted me again and tossed me in the water. "John!"

He laughed and settled down, standing in the water and pulling my head into his chest an apology. He had his hands holding my head and I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry for throwing you in the water." He tried to hold back a smile, I could see it.

I just stared up into his eyes and rolled my own, pushing him away. "Sureee." I snickered. "Come on, we should go back to the group." I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the water, walking up the sand to the burnt out fire. Something I didn't notice at the time, but JJ did, was that John B who was being led by me, was watching the way my body moved while walking to the tiny bonfire. He liked a lot of things about me, the way my hips moved, my laugh, the way my legs carried me, the way my hair still looked beautiful while soaking wet and sticking to my torso.

I let go of John B as we got close and went to help put the rest of the food and empty been bottles in the cooler. John B immediately went to JJ with a grin on his face, I could hear the two of them saying things to each other and then laughing and then saying something else. Sounded like teasing. We got the rest of our stuff together and made sure the fire was fully out, then left to get in the Twinkie and go back to the Château.

We packed everything in, John B was driving with Pope in the passenger seat and Kiara, me and JJ sat in the back, there was a full on conversation still happening between the five of us when JJ pulled me over onto his lap, he didn't make any weird movements after, it was like he just hauled me onto his lap to move me. "Yeah!" He argued.

"No it's not the same."

"It totally is, how come you can be a Pogue with Kook parents and money but Y/N can't be a Pogue with Kook money and no parents like John B?" He asked a valid question.

"Oh yeah, I appreciate being used as an example, thanks for asking me first?" John B scoffed jokingly from the front seat.

"Hey, he's arguing for my honor without me asking too." I smiled, shaking his shoulder gently.

"Well, because she has Kook money, I don't have Kook money, my parents have Kook money." Kie was losing this debate.

"That's the SAME THING." He emphasized, laughing. He set his hand on my hip and squeezed, still making zero acknowledgment of his hands or anything he's been doing. I couldn't help but shift just slightly only for a second but I was very much resisting the urge to make more contact, it was uncomfortable knowing he was right there.

I looked over at Pope, who was reading of course and then at John B again, I actually got a good look at him this time, including the backs of his hands. "Oh my god, John B." I moved off of JJ and grabbed his free hand, looking at the back. "What the fuck happened?" I raised an eyebrow at the bruises that covered his knuckles.

"Nahh, don't worry about it. I just had a problem with Rafe again yesterday." He sighed.

We dropped off Pope at his place and Kiara at hers since their parents were generally strict on staying out on school nights even though it was only like 6:30. John B pulled into his 'driveway' and turned off the car.

"Shit!" I jumped from the sudden shout that came from JJ as he checked his phone for the first time in hours. "Oh shit. Shit! Fuck!" He was shaking from what was most likely adrenaline.

"Wh- Jayj?" I questioned him, he slammed the van door open and grabbed his dirt bike.

"My dad texted my three times already. Oh, I'm so FUCKED." He growled.

"You can stay here again, JJ." John B told him, grabbing the cooler from the back of the van. I climbed out the back and grabbed my shorts from inside, finally putting them back on with the baggy shirt I was wearing that was now drying.

"No can do, he wants me home, I ain't riskin it." He stated. "See ya later, Pogues!" He saluted, starting up his bike and riding off.

I sighed heavily, worried about him. I closed the van door and followed John B who was now walking inside the shack. I went ahead to open the door for him since his hands were full and closed it behind us. He put the stuff down in the middle of the living room and watched me as I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He listened for the water turning on and groaned when it did, throwing himself down onto the couch. "Fuck.." he leaned his neck onto the back of the couch and replayed the day in his head.

He'd been there a while because he lifted his head when he heard the bathroom door open and then the guest bedroom close. "Cold shower." He told himself, getting up to head in and try to get rid of this urge he had.

I heard him go in the bathroom after me, no doubt he probably wasn't gonna get any hot water if he tried. I dried my hair as much as I could without my hairdryer and then brushed it out, put on undergarments and then a baggy shirt that covered everything. I didn't want to wear jeans right now and that's literally all I had in the drawers of this room. Jean pants and jean shorts. By the time I'd opened the guest door so JB could come in if he had to, he was already walking out in a towel to go in his room. He didn't look happy to be honest. I put my hair up with a claw clip and backed up to look at myself, my eyes ran over my body as a tilted my head in thought. I ran my hands down my arms and put them on my hips, blowing out some air. I snapped out of it when John B's door opened again, I shook my head and walked out of the room to get some water.

He watched me as walked to the kitchen. Thinking about what he'd just seen me doing, it didn't look like anything he'd ever seen me do before. He stood still, chewing on the inside of his cheek for a minute and really digging through his head before deciding to follow me.

I reached for a glass in the cabinet and glanced over at him for help when he came around the corner. The glasses were up fairly high because Big John never wanted John B to get his hands on them as a kid. The plastic cups were gone so I had to use a glass. John B walked up behind me and grabbed it, handing it to me along with a straw. "Thanks JB." I smiled at him, his face became softer upon seeing my smile. He watched me fill up my glass with ice and water and then drink all of it.

I put the cup down and looked at him. "What are you looking at?" I wondered, it was quiet inside the wooden walls of the Château aside from our breathing. He approached me and trapped me against the counter, reaching his hands to the sides of it to lock me in.

"I need you again." He muttered, lowering his head to my neck and running his nose in the crook. I reached forward, running my hands up his chest and around to his neck. He moved back up and watched them until he couldn't anymore. He always liked my hands, especially with a fresh set.

I tilted my head up and pulled him down to me, stopping when our noses almost touched. "You're obsessed." I told him.

He smiled lightly. "Yes, I am." He admitted, moving his hands from the counter to my hips. He lowered his head the extra space and caught my lips with his. I hummed and moved my hands up into his hair from his neck. I ran my fingers through it, scratching his scalp gently every so often during the kiss, it was still damp from his shower. He gripped my thighs and lifted me again, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could carry me to his room.

(Smut be starting here)

He closed his door behind him for no particular reason and set me down on his bed, he took off his already unbuttoned shirt that he'd just put on and climbed into bed with me, he moved his mouth down to my jaw from my lips and then started toward my neck. I sighed contentedly as he slid his hands up my shirt and held me close. I moved his hair out of his face when he looked at me again with his beautiful brown eyes. He moved back and grabbed my shirt, I helped him pull it over my head and toss it somewhere where the rest of our clothes will also end up. He reached back and unhooked my bra, throwing that too.

I pushed him over and straddled his hips, his breath hitched in his throat as he watched me take my hair out of the clip and carefully toss it onto my shirt that was on the floor. He admired me, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around me once more. "Just let me." He spoke softly. I ground my hips and he flipped us again, grabbing at the sides of my underwear to pull them off. He kissed my neck, then down my chest, stomach and the inside of my thigh. He situated himself between my legs and without hesitation, licked right up my pussy.

"Ah.." I gasped, he stuck his tongue inside me and licked up again, he started sucking on my clit mercilessly. I couldn't stop squirming, my hands found their place in his hair, running my fingers through it. "Yes." I moaned. He wrapped his arm around my leg and held me in place, the other one pushed down on my hips, trying to me to stop moving. He kept licking and sucking on my cunt until I couldn't handle it anymore. "John B! Oh.." I shouted, moaning loud from the pleasure. "Fuck! Yes!" He hummed in satisfaction as he felt my body relax after cumming. He licked one more time so I wasn't dripping his spit, then let go of me and moved up.

I was catching my breath but couldn't help getting excited again when I saw him unbuttoning his shorts and get up to pull them off along with his boxers. He climbed back into bed with me and lifted my legs to his hips, kissing me deeply. He pulled away and stuck his fingers inside me, making sure I was still wet before sliding in. It was easy since he'd done it before, I couldn't help but gasp though, he was bigger than average and his cock filled me to the brim. "Oh god.." I sighed.

He smiled and kissed me again, I tightened my legs around his hips as he started thrusting slowly. He kept me quiet with his lips, running his hand up to mine and intertwining our fingers, then forcing it next to my head. My other hand stayed at the base of his neck in his hair, gently scratching his scalp in our kiss. I moaned into it, he was slow and gentle at the beginning, continuously looking to make sure I was okay. And then I pulled away from the kiss. "John.." I gasped. He looked up from where he had his head lowered and into my eyes. "Harder." I told him.

He let go of my hand and put it under my knee, his other lifted my leg over his shoulder so he could get a better angle. "Fuck." He grunted, thrusting faster and harder than he was before. I gripped the sheets to try and keep myself grounded but it was so hard with how good he was fucking me.

"Fuck! John B, turn over." I told him, he let my leg go and moved so I was one top. He had his chest against mine as I started bouncing, his hands slammed my hips back down onto his. "John B!" I moaned. He couldn't help the animalistic growl that ripped from his throat at the sounds of his name rolling deliciously off my tongue.

The sound of our skin slapping and harsh moans only made me wetter, I was falling apart above John B and he knew it. I was getting tired, a mix of the movement and the pleasure instantly striking fatigue into me. JB started doing all the work, moving my hips to his liking as I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders. He hissed at the feeling of my nails digging into the skin, moving one hand up to hold my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I gasped, feeling the thrust of his hips get harder as he pulled me into a kiss again.

I couldn't think, all I could do was kiss the brunette that was fucking me stupid and let him do the rest. I really needed to cum, my high was coming fast and hard. "Ah! John B!" I shouted.

He kissed my chest and collarbone before looking back up at me. "Cum for me, Princess." He groaned. I couldn't hold it anymore and came undone on top of him, he pulled my hips down a little more, putting his head on my tits as he came inside me. He let go and laid back on his bed, catching his breath. I leaned my hands on the sides of his chest, also coming down from my high. I couldn't help my pussy squeezing him because he was still inside. He grumbled and lifted me off of him, not wanting to get hard again, seeing that I was drenched in sweat.

"Fuck.." I sighed. I'd laid next to him, he stood up, putting his boxers on and getting back in bed to lay next to me.

"You were great on the waves today." He mentioned, closing his eyes sleepily.

"I know." I smiled. I got up, leaning my hand onto the nightstand to keep myself up as my legs strengthened to hold me. He watched me from his bed.

Suddenly, the door to the château made a sound that made it seem like it was slammed open. I put my clothes on quickly as I heard someone going through the kitchen. John B got up to get dressed too and I walked out before him, leaving him alone to see who was in the house.

"JJ?" I questioned, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He turned to look at me, putting the water he was chugging down onto the counter. "Oh.." John B walked up behind me, glancing at his best friend in the kitchen. He'd been crying and there was only ever one reason JJ would cry.

"I'm gonna take a nap." He said flatly, passing us and heading to the guest room.

"I don't know what to do anymore." I muttered to the boy standing next to me as we'd turned to watch JJ walk down the hallway.

"There's not much we can do except be there for him." He stated.

I couldn't help but think about every time he'd come to mine or John B's to get away. I assumed he hit my house first because I lived closer but since I wasn't there, he came here. I sighed. "Shit."

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝒹 ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋ℯ

warnings: they’re both kinda pervy 😭 male masturbation, 18+, MDNI,

Cowboy!au Masterlist

He panted heavily, pulling his bandana from his face and finally letting his horse take a breath. He had nowhere to go, his friends were scattered around, and he knew they’d be fine together. But he was alone, and no civilian would take him in this late.

at least that’s what he thought.

He walked the road, horses reins in his hands. He was getting exhausted, and he knew they would have to hole up somewhere eventually.

He looked around, seeing a poster put up of him on a wood post, his face drawn on with the words “wanted dead or alive. Reward: 5,000.” printed under it. He scoffed, ripping it off the post and crumbling it, throwing it behind him.

“Wow- uhm, sir?!” Your voice called out to him, although he didn’t register it at first. “Sir?” You repeated, tapping on his shoulder. He jolted slightly, turning to meet your eyes.

Even in the dark, he could see that you were beautiful. His mouth went agape as he stared, eyes getting lost in yours for a moment.

“Are you okay? uhm- you have… blood. On your shirt.” You motioned to the stains on his chest, that reached all the way to the back of his shirt.

“Oh! Yeah, I know, it’s not mines. I’m fine.” He told you, snapping out of his daze.

“Oh.” You murmured. “Do you live ‘round here or something?” You asked him, scrunching up your face in the cutest way he’s ever seen.

He was shocked, there was posters of his name and face all around town. “Yeah.. something like that.” He responded, turning his head when he heard his horse make a noise and began to lay down, John b frowning and pulling on his reins.

“Up, girl.” He muttered under his breath, feeling bad about it but he couldn’t stay in the middle of the road.

“Oh, poor thing. How long have you guys been out?” You asked, kneeling down to reach the horses level, gently petting it.

“A- A couple hours now..” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, watching you.

“Well, uhm… I know this sounds weird, but I’m gonna feel real bad if I don’t offer it at least. My pa’s farm is just right there, we have stables and I think your horse could really use some rest. My daddy’s not home for a couple days, so it should be fine-“

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t wanna bother you.” He told you, waving it off.

“I insist. Jus’ stay for a day or two, you look like you could use a shower. And she looks like she can use some food or somethin’.”

He looked down at himself, grimaced and sighed. “Alright.” He agreed, watching you stand back up, leading him over to your house.

“Here’s your room!” You motioned to the guest bedroom in front of you, walking into it to fix a blanket.

“It’s… beautiful.” He told you, looking around the room and the decorations. It was homey.

“Thank you. I decorated it myself.” You paused, looking at him with a smile and walking to the doorway. “You need anything, ask me, alright? Here’s a towel.” You told him, handing him the towel, his hand touching yours for a brief moment.

“Thanks…” he trailed off, watching your hips sway as you moved to leave, eyes on your ass. He shook that thought, this sweet girl was giving him hospitality !! And he was checking you out like a perv.

When he was in the shower, the thoughts didn’t go away. His cock was aching, tip red and angry. He groaned quietly in frustration, glancing around the bathroom, making sure the door was locked before his hand traveled down his body, and down to his aching member.

He ran his thumb over his tip, before slowly tugging on his cock, his mind filled with images of you as he leaned onto the thin walls with a hand holding him up, biting his bottom lip to stop any sound from coming out, only letting quiet and small grunts come out every often when he couldn’t help it.

Little did he know, you had heard every single sound that he made, with your ear pressed against the door.