#puppy!reader x john b

[enchantedlov3r]

💓pup and john b first meeting/first date💓

~oneshot~

pup reader was very outgoing and that's what drove john b towards her in the first place.

she was very cute in her little yellow floral sundress walking across the street to enter the gas station that john b was getting gas for the twinkie.

your skin was glistening in the sun probably from the outer banks heat. your hair done up nice and you had on these cute yellow converse. you walked in the store and john b stared you down the whole time.

watching you smile at the cashier, watching your fingers as they traced the shelves on the aisles looking for whatever you desired.

jj caught glance of you and smirked at john b when he saw his best friend making googly eyes your way.

"how about you stop being a creep and go talk to her." he suggests with a sly smirk.

" 'cause she's totally outta my league man. Do you see her? she looks so gorgeous, I couldn't possibly bag that." he says with a sigh.

jj rolls his eyes and puts the gas pump inside the fuel filler inlet and jogs towards you inside the gas station.

"hey pretty lady! my uh, buddy over there john b? he thinks your stunning and would love to talk to you and hopefully take you out? How do you feel about that ma'am?" jj says before turning back to john b who is waiting outside and winks at him.

'uhm-ha- sure, why not!" you say with a giddy smile on your face. You pay for your belongings and walk out with jj.

"john b! the girl of your dreams." he says with jazz hands as he reveals your figure from behind him.

"Uh hi." you squeak out nervously. you had to admit, he was very very handsome. You noticed him when you first walked into the gas station.

he had caught your big doe eyes and you immediately fell in love. what scared you was having to choose between going up to him or leaving and missing your shot at bagging a really hot guy.

"Hey. I was checking you out from afar and I gotta say, your like really cute and I was wondering if I could get your number, maybe take you out sometime tomorrow night?" He says with a smile on his face.

you fiddle with your thumbs and make eye contact with him. "Yea sure! My number is..."

and from that moment on you guys went on your first date together. A late night drive in the neighborhood with a conversation on getting to know each other better before having a nice, fancy dinner at the chateau.

john b was a little insecure and scared you would dislike it but when he saw your eyes light up at the candle lit house with fairy lights and how excited you got when the roses and lights led all the way to the dock, he knew you were a keeper.

"I LOVE IT JOMBEE!" You say cutely running around in circles before running into john b's arms and hugging him giving multiple wet kisses to his face.

he chuckles as he holds you feeling your soft lips and warm tongue on his face.

"glad you love it pup. Now come on, let's eat." He says grabbing your hand and guiding you to the dock where the candle lit dinner was.

the sun was setting creating this beautiful hue of pinks and purples in the sky.

"hey pup?" john b asks looking lovingly into your eyes. you smile at him after taking a sip of your drink and respond, "yes jombee?!"

"I think I love you, like i'm truly in love with you." he says a pink color shading his cheeks and nose.

"well I think I love you too jombee. actually, I know for a fact i'm in love with you too!" you say with the biggest and goofiest smile on your face.

he smiles back and he pulls you in to kiss him. he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him letting you straddle his lap.

the kiss deepens and becomes more passionate and more heated than before.

you whimper in john b's mouth and he bites your lip swallowing every sound you could give.

all he knew was that he was glad he met you cause you sure were the best thing that ever happened to him and he'll always remember that.

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[cameronsbabydoll]

part two to this post

rafe cameron x puppy!reader x john b

wc: 486 — a/n: u guys wanted a part two so here it is!

rafe doesn’t even notice you’re gone at first.

too busy running his mouth, still riled up from earlier. his friends laugh along easy — because that’s what people do when rafe cameron’s being an asshole.

topper’s the one who finally looks around.

"wait… where’d your little puppy go?"

it’s sharp enough to cut through rafe’s mood.

his jaw tightens. looks around like maybe you just went to the bathroom — except time ticks by and you’re not coming back.

"you think she left?" kelce snorts, half-laughing.

rafe’s stomach turns ugly.

because that’s embarrassing.

because that’s pathetic.

because that’s soft.

and then — like the universe hates him — barry strolls back in from outside with a smirk.

"hey, uh…" he jerks his chin toward the lot. "ain’t that john b’s van out there? saw him helpin' your little girlfriend just now."

the whole table loses it.

topper is wheezing.

kelce is pounding the table with his hands like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

"damn, she really ditched you.”

"that’s cold."

"guess she wanted a nice boy tonight."

but rafe?

rafe doesn’t laugh.

rafe’s already standing.

already storming out the door, shoving past bodies, fists clenched so hard they shake.

and sure enough — there you are.

curled up in john b’s van, all doe-eyed and soft, letting him clean up your scraped little knees like you’re his problem to fix.

rafe sees red.

"what the fuck is this?"

his voice slices through the night like a whip.

john b straightens slow, wiping his hands on a rag like he’s bored.

"relax, man. she just got hurt."

but rafe’s not even looking at him.

his eyes are all on you.

red-rimmed eyes. sniffling. curled in on yourself like some pathetic little thing.

and worst of all?

you look safer here.

"seriously, princess?" rafe sneers. "ran straight to him? what you figured he’d kiss your little boo-boos better?"

your lip wobbles.

you see john b stepping closer to rafe.

"easy, rafe." his voice is low. warning. "you're the reason she’s out here in the first place."

rafe laughs — but it’s mean. ugly.

"please." his eyes cut back to you. "don’t flatter yourself. she runs away from real shit like a scared little puppy. bet you eat that shit up, huh?"

but even as he says it — even as the words leave his mouth

he feels something sour curl in his gut.

because the image is burned there now.

you.

curled up beside john b.

letting him touch you soft.

letting him take care of you in all the ways rafe never could — or never let himself.

and for the first time all night, rafe realizes something terrifying.

it wasn’t that you ran away.

it’s the fact that you didn’t run to him.

[princessbrunette]

edging. thats what was being done to you apparently. not that you could remember the word for it by that point, you were in too deep. infact, you think, as you lay there on your back with your thighs splayed open — you may have forgotten every word in the english dictionary.

you’d spent the weekend doting after john b and jj, having them stay in your free house — cooking for them, running around after them, doing anything they wanted to do — and now, they were repaying with a token of their appreciation.

“so here’s the thing, i’m like — 99% sure i can make you squirt. tonight. but here’s the catch, i kinda have to treat you a little mean first. keep working you over and over, and just when you’re gonna cum? i take it away.” john b explains as he helps you out of your clothes, the brunettes voice huskier than usual from arousal.

“s’called edging, dude.” jj stands in his boxers, a halfie poking up against the fabric already as he hurriedly moves your discarded clothes off the bed.

“i was getting there, actually? if you’d just, y’know— let me finish?” the two bicker like they always do, john b shrugging a dismissive shoulder at the blonde who ignores him to tackle you down and start mouthing hungrily at your neck. again, you didn’t really remember or care what the conversation was — the details a little fuzzy due to how much you needed them.

that’s how you ended up laying spread eagle, john b laying a warm hand on your inner thigh, soothing you by stroking your skin with his thumb as you cry out at another stolen orgasm. he pulls his lips off your swollen clit, brows raising and lips quirking up at a soft but amused smile. “ah, ah — i know pup. look, s’gonna feel so good soon okay? just let me be mean a little longer.” he disappears once more, you see him do so through your tears and his fingers start squelching on that squishy spot that made you shake.

jj reclines against the headboard, lazily fisting at his cock as he watches — prepping to eventually fuck the daylights out of you.

“yeah yeah, our girl likes it mean. don’t let those puppy eyes fool ‘ya.” jj drawls casually, tongue tucking between his lips in concentrated pleasure as you arch your back, humping against john b’s face.

“oh—oh m—oh it’s coming, s’coming!” you pant, voice high and desperate making the two chuckle. “please lemme have it, please lemme have it!” you beg, voice cracking and through the haze you feel your brunette boyfriend smirk against your parted folds.

“seeing as you begged so nicely. have at it, sweetheart.” he croons before doubling down on your clit, rolling his tongue over and over all whilst pressing up that spot inside you that made you explode. you mewl, crying and bucking against john b’s face until he eventually holds you down — and then you feel yourself really let go, liquid spewing out of you, a feeling you’ve never felt before.

you go to sit up in a trance, a little distressed and panicked at how overwhelming it felt and jj grabs your hand, rolling his thumb over your knuckles.

“nah you’re good pooch. just a lil squirt. never hurt nobody.” he chuckles and you flop back, rolling your hips up against john b’s face lazily but fluidly. “damn.” jj shakes his head, going to squeeze at his cock once more.

what happens next, you could swear you imagined. something out of a pornographic daydream you’d had. john b pulls back, sitting up from between your thighs and you swear he’s an angel. hair all tousled, skin glowing in the low light of the room on your pink bed sheets, your slick glossing his entire lower face. he holds the eye contact with you only for a little, that affectionate little smile of his not dying even when he breaks his gaze to look toward jj.

it’s then you realise that he’s not spoken, and it’s because he’s got your squirt in his mouth.

you’re panting still, coming down — and your brain is all over the place, unable to form a sentence even if you wanted to. you feel disconnected from your body, with no choice other than to simply watch from your post-orgasm paralysis as john b leans over with a playful smirk, grabs jj by the jaw, opens his mouth forcefully and spits your completion inside.

drawing back, a string of spit connects them both for a second— and whilst jj looks stunned, you noticed his fist tighten around his cock as he swallows it down, silenced for once in his god damn life. john b smirks, patting his cheek.

“uh-huh, get that down ‘ya, slick.”

“closest you’ll ever get to kissing me.” jj retorts, recovering his astonishment with red wet lips and wide eyes.

“i can live with that.” john b shrugs nonchalantly, coming back to lean over you like he didn’t just edge you for an hour. grabbing your hips, he effortlessly moves your body to be splayed infront of jj like a gift, and brushes a thumb against your cheek. “anyway, took that like a champ sweetie. you need a break? or are you gonna let jj in there?” he cups your cunt casually and you shudder.

usually you’d require a break, but after what you just witnessed — you needed it now.

[bunniidollii]

just john b and subspace <3 no more needs to be said

you can’t help but just turn to putty whenever you spend any time around your boyfriend. it’s not your fault he only talks to you in that docile sympathetic tone. and he’s cruel about it— coaxing you into that submissive headspace in the least convenient situations, revelling in your embarrassment conflicting your desire. john b’s favourite time to do just this is when you’re all cuddled up outside the chateau, bodies pressed right up against each other. so he really can’t blame you when you start grinding your core against his thigh as his thumb slips into your mouth.

“you doin’ good there pup?” he murmurs down at you with the familiar faux-sympathy he always uses to get you worked up, careful not to disturb the rest of the pogues relaxing outside.

you manage to whimper out a strangled “daddy” between his thumb as you greedily sucked on it, grinding your panty-cladded core continuously against the cargo material of his shorts, already lost in a lust-filled haze.

“‘m still john b for now pup, gotta save all that for later, yeah?”

he knew your response before you could even open your mouth, just from the way you looked up at him with your pleading eyes, hips moving impossibly faster as they left wet stains in their wake.

“can’t daddy, need you now”

he’s quick to shush the whine that leaves your lips when he separates the two of you, getting up and out of the hammock to pick you up and place your writhing form against the side of his hips. your legs wrapped tightly around him as one of john b’s cupped the plush of your ass firmly. none of the others pay the two of you any attention, used to your antics after a couple of drinks. besides jj, who sends your boyfriend a subtle wink as they share a laugh at some inside joke you’re too lost in subspace to care about.

“been such a good girl, haven’t you? been such a patient girl for daddy.”

you simply moan in response as john b sets you down so you’re straddling his lap, wet core pressing up against his hard cock. your hands grip tightly onto his shoulders as his set to work on your clit, the rough pad of his finger circling the spot you desired him most. a little mantra of “daddy” repeatedly leaves your mouth as john b continues to swirl your slick across your pussy, before teasingly slipping a finger into your cunt.

by this point your tongue was hanging out your mouth, drool dripping down onto john b’s shoulder as it trickled down his back. he was talking you through it all with the same voice that lured you into this position in the first place, as his callous palms gripped your hips and jolted you across his crotch.

deep grunts left his mouth inbetween his teasing remarks, mocking you for being “such a dumb puppy, so wet and needy just from a lil’ dry humping”. the garbled moans that left your mouth only made him harder, priding himself in making you so cockdrunk with just his words.

he could tell you were close to your climax by the way your fingers dug even deeper into his shoulder, biting into the flesh of his collarbone to silence your screams. his grip didn’t relent as you came down from your high, continuing his quick pace as he guided you back and forth against his hard dick that strained against his pants.

your cries of overstimulation and the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you leaned fully against his chest for support were enough to push him against the edge. a thick pool of cum leaking through his boxers, causing a small dark patch to form on the front of his shorts.

never one to mess an opportunity, proving just how obsessed with john b’s dick you were, you quickly moved to sit inbetween his legs as you undid his zipper. getting the hint, he lifted up his hips to help you in removing his shorts, followed shortly by his boxers after you licked a couple of stripes across his clothed dick. you buried your face into the soiled underwear, relishing in his scent as you licked the cum off the material. once satisfied you had reached your fill with the piece of clothing, you began licking long and wet stripes up john b’s cock, practically inhaling his cum at the speed you were going at.

you then sat there, his once again hardened cock now in your mouth as you slobbered up and down, occasionally letting out a few gags when john b’s hand pushed down on the back of your head as he threaded his fingers through your hair. a perfect way to end an evening.

[shellxrls]

pup bites and suckles on john b’s fingers whenever cuz it calms her down and one day jj happens to be in a prickly mood and takes notice, mumbling under his breath “shouldn’t be bitin’ the hand that fingers you.. or whatever it ‘s.”

to which john b turns around like 😐 and pup just giggles and tells him it’s silly cuz “bee’s whole hand can’t fit in there jayj !! 3 of his fingers are basically the size of m—,” before john b cuts her off by pushing his fingers deeper into her mouth.

[rafesbunny]

she’s a ten but… - obx boys 🎀

how i think the boys would react to the “she’s a ten but” trend when reader just describes themself to see what the boys will say

rafe:

it 100% would take soooo much convincing for him to let you do this with him even on a good day, but he finally caved. and you’d start off with little things like, “she’s a ten but she takes ages to get ready” and he’s say something like “8/10” which is still good and as it progresses youd say more obvious things like “she’s a ten but she has an obsessive shoe collection” with a “as some might say” mumbled on the end, which is what rafe thinks. and he kind of had a feeling all along that he knew what you were doing but this just confirmed it and he’d say something like “hmmmm… i don’t know, sounds like some princess i’ve had to deal with recently… 10/10”

jj:

jj would not have a clue what’s going on, let’s be honest. you’d be like “she’s a ten but she’s kinda clingy” and he would say, “ughhh 5” and you’d just ignore not him at first thinking he was joking and that he knew what was happening but he kept on saying low scores and it didn’t seem like he was messing around anymore. especially when you’d say, “she’s a ten but she makes you take her wherever you go even if it’s with your friends” and he’d be so adamant saying, “nahh like a 2” and you’d just get up and walk away whispering, “i don’t like this game anymore” he’d realise after that and follow you immediately to make up for what he said.

john b:

john b secretly loves to do your little tiktoks with you, he would even start sending you ones you two could do together. he had already seen someone do this trend but he didn’t mention it cause he wanted to see if you’d do it with him. so throughout the whole thing he’d be smirking to himself, and giving nines and tens for all the answers. you’d even ask half way through off camera “have you seen this trend before” because you’re suspicious that he’s saying a girl would still be a 10/10 if they have to be constantly with you and relied solely on you, and he still wouldn’t let up saying “no baby, jus’ answering honestly” but that night while you two were cuddling in bed he’s finally confess, and you’d half heartedly slapped him on the chest.

[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.

[futuremrscameron]

meet puppy!reader

puppy!reader grew up in a cult. she very traumatized when they got raided by the fbi when she was 9 and she was placed in the care of her much older sister in outer banks after their parents went to prison for child endangerment

it took her a while to trust this sister she’d never met and adapt to her new life on the island. she would skip school and try to get a ferry ticket to go back home. ran away three times before her sister sat her down and explained why she never met her, why their parents were in prison and why she couldn’t keep running away from this problem or any problem she had

immediately gets along with the pogues because their tight knit bond reminds her of life on the commune. this is during kiara’s kook year so the boys are a bit reluctant to make a news friend in hear of replacing kie and getting abandoned another friend but puppy makes it clear that won’t be happening through their actions

outfits color palette is so bright you need shades just to look at her. she’s got the entire rainbow in her closet, in long skirts, tube tops, and shawls and that’s not even getting into her jewelry

smokes weed like a fucking chimney. it’s one of the reasons why she’s so calm. that and the calming techniques she picked up as a child

spends her time working at the country club, teaching yoga to the bored housewives of figure eight. she hates it but it pays well and she’s saving up to move out of her sister’s

puppy!reader moves into the same trailer park as barry at 18. he hates being her neighbor because ‘her girly shit (bright blue camper) makes him look soft in front of customers’ and thinks it’s an eyesore

what did megan say? i love to switch up my shit every day? that’s puppy. rocks her natural hair in different styles s1-2 and locs s3-4

no one knows what the hell her and john b are and no one wants to know. it’s messy, they love each other but they don’t wanna fuck up their friendship, she doesn’t wanna be tied down and he doesn’t know what he wants

raspy voice but soft spoken so everyone’s shocked when she cries in front of them for the first time cause she’s a wailer. this girl is loud as fuck when she cries just sobbing. the raspy voice makes it sound worse than it is too

meets kiara just before the events of s1 when she’s fresh off her kook year and surprises the boys when they get along like a house on fire. kiara loves that she never feels judged by her and puppy loves that kiara always says how she feels, no bullshit

the only one john b trusts to drive the twinkie. jj thinks it’s unfair that she “doesn’t even have to ask or beg” and that john b’s “playing favorites”

puppy!reader can’t help but feel like a placeholder for sarah sometimes. john b is so nonchalant she can never tell where his head at even when he’s proclaiming his love for her. she’s got more of his shirts in her closet than her own at this point but they’re not official. she knows him and sarah are “complicated” but it doesn’t feel good to be used as a bed warmer when him and sarah are on the outs

sarah and puppy are those girls that you see and school and can’t tell if they’re gay or just super affectionate friends. sarah sees puppy as a fragile soul in need of protection and puppy admires her resilience even after all she’s been through. think ellen and anna in nosferatu

the pogues are her family but she still misses her parents and everyone else she grew up with on the commune that’s either behind bars or off the grid. the anniversary of the fbi raid always gets her down and she likes to be alone on that day, won’t even smoke with jj which is how he knows it’s serious. they have a strict routine

john b may have too much on his plate to be emotionally ready for a relationship but he does care about puppy. they were friends before anything else and she was the best listener of the group. when he’s running around kildare with his dad in s3 he almost tells her about el dorado and his dad killing that guy but he doesn’t want to burden her with that secret so he pushes her away

pope and puppy are the skeptic/spiritual duo. he doesn’t dismiss her beliefs and even helps her shop for ingredients needed for her special teas that she’s started selling at an outrageous price to kooks. she likes that he’s confident about his intelligence but isn’t averse to learning new ways of thinking

tries to stay out of the pogues’ treasure hunting business but always finds herself helping them out whether she’s patching them up, lying to the cops, or hiding them in her sister’s house

puppy!reader’s convinces her sister to help hide them for the weekend when she comes over for their weekly tea party. it takes some convincing since she’s not too fond of the “troublemakers” pogues but she helps cause puppy barely asks for anything and she feels bad for not being there when she was younger

opens a herbal tea shop in the cut after getting fired from the country club (told a kook to go shove his silver spoon up his ass after she overheard him shit talking sarah and john b after their disappearance)

cleo thinks she’s a little sketchy because of her bubbly nature contrasting her soft spoken voice. puppy does play this up to scare her from time to time but it’s all in good fun

visits the pogues shop in s4. customers can find her mostly sitting on the counter talking to sarah, helping kie out with the garden, or smoking with jj on his boat

advertises her tea shop and yoga class during the pogues’ ad for their bait shop

the one with the pregnancy scare instead of sarah. makes her think about what she wants in life and stop being so lasse faire with life. also gives her an identity crisis

puppy!reader loves her friends so bad but they’re nothing like her commune growing up which she soon realizes is a good thing. they’re actually kind and selfless instead of just claiming to be or only acting that way in hopes of reaching eternal paradise. they share clothes, food, weed. they look after each other and they’re accepting. they’re everything she’s been looking for

[lustnluv]

based on my last post and my favorite reader: pouges interacting with said reader

puppy!reader and jj gets along so well and feed off of each other. the reader is the one who knows when they’re being too much though and has to reign in herself to stop jj if no one else is around. kie and sarah absolutely adore her. the three of them are on the beach saving turtles together and making each other seashell necklaces because of course. pope at first overstimulated but get used to reader and their antics and they have some stuff in common. cleo is very overprotective of the reader and thinks of her as a little sister that she loves being around and showing her knife tricks to the dismay of jb.

wolf!reader has been friends with the pouges for as long as jj had. kie and jb have been pushing them together for the longest and legit threw a kegger when it happened. cleo and sarah thought that reader and jj were already dating and were suprised to find out they weren’t especially sarah cause rafe would complain loudly how he could treat better then maybank could and to find out the whole time you guys were friends? weird. pope absolutely adores reader cause she’s the yin to jj’s yang and sometimes pope will hand jj off to her so she’ll put him in check.

swan!reader is an absolute sweetheart so when everyone and I mean everyone on the island too saw/heard that rafe and her showed up to midsummers together there was questions. first off how did a angel like her decided that rafe was the one for her? sarah knew what rafe saw in her cause of his ridiculous list that he ranted on and on about when she’ll suggest girls but didn’t have a clue what she see in him. last part inspired by @starfxkr post today

kitten!reader flirted with kie and jj before cause they’re both hot so why wouldn’t she? it made kie a bit suspicious about her when she was coming around pope more often thinking she was going to break his heart and once she voiced her to sarah they both questioned her much to the reader’s annoyance. she puts them in their place and they become friendly after awhile. jj and jb on the other hand are rooting for the two of them and tease pope at any opportunity to see him blush and give him tips on sex which he doesn’t need cause he may be inexperienced but he’s not stupid and still has reader seeing stars. cleo and reader are each other’s soulmates though. always up to something when they’re together and out partying or scamming kooks into stuff which made have gotten them arrested at one point to the fury of pope but it’s okay. the kooks dropped the charges anyway for no reason at all..

[dionnesthedoll]

Request for John b:

John b and reader doing the dirty in the twinkie. Dom John b and maybe a bit mean John b

AGAAHAHAH IM SO LATE TO THIS UNIS BEEN A PAIN IN MY ASS SO THIS IS GONNA BE SHORT N SWEET (Sabrina carpenter) IM SO SORRY ABT THISSS

NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I WILL EAT YOU

John B had gotten really sick of how puppy had been acting lately getting all bratty with him, ignoring him, cuddling up to JJ, and overall just pissing him off so when the pogues decided to go on a trip to the beach John B had decided to put his plan in action

“Oh fuck puppy, makin' papa feel so good right now..” Puppy was quivering beneath him the twinkie shaking around from the outside “Papa please need'a cum so bad!” this had been continuing for awhile, puppy nearly getting there, the string in her stomach about to snap but John B pulled out yet again. “Nuh uh your little ass has been fuckin' around me being such a little brat you don't get to cum not until I say so at least.” puppy let out a big whine trying to move back onto his dick trying to at least finish herself off but John B noticed this and shoved her face straight onto the flooring of the twinkie “You wanna take it hard? I'll give it to you hard babydoll.” He lined up his cock shoving it back into her tight hole thrusting in and out relentlessly until a twig quiet murmur of chatting could be heard, John B pulled out and started to clean Puppy up before fixing himself, there was a knock on the van door followed along with a “Yo birdie get you and your girl out here the waves are amazin' man!” JJ's annoying voice yet again, puppy let out a quiet whine looking back at John B who seemed not to be worried about puppy and just focused on getting outside to surf. He leaned over close to her ear leaving her high and wet with a

“Maybe next time don't be a brat and you'll get what you want..”

AN: I haven't written anything in ages so this might not be too good😭

[st4rfckerz]

𝜗𝜚 meet puppy!reader!!!

Puppy!reader has always been the kind of girl who runs headfirst into everything, whether it’s a fight, an adventure, or just a messy situation. Growing up as the youngest of a bunch of rowdy brothers, roughhousing, and impromptu backyard brawls, she learned early on how to keep up. She’s tough, fearless, and doesn’t mind getting dirty, whether it’s from playing in the mud or throwing a punch when she has to.

John B has been a part of her life for as long as she can remember, and over the years, the bond between them has only deepened. They grew up side by side, always getting into trouble together, supporting each other through everything life threw at them. But while they’ve shared countless memories, she has kept her true feelings for him buried— feelings that have never faded, no matter how hard she’s tried to move on.

[dulc3vida]

puppy!reader

girl next door, mom owns a bakery with heyward level success (doing alright, but not as successful as the wreck). her house was always the spot for the pogues growing up bc her mom always fed them and looked out for them. her mom is a curandera (folk healer) and always has someone in the house picking up some remedy she concocted or getting their stomach massaged to help digestion. during the summer, pup is on the beach with her lil cart selling cups of fruit and she also offers palm readings on the side.

john b is puppys best pairing bc they're both such lovers. like pup just oozes affection, its in her name. all of pups friends expect a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a "i haven't seen you in sooooo long" when really its been a few hours. she greets john b with a million kisses all over his face and he eats that shit up every time. john b loves a lazy sunday with her where he can share the hammock with her head on his chest, listening to her read his palm.

"tell me again, whats that one mean?"

"that's your lifeline." she traces her finger over the line on his hand. "it's deep and long which means you're gonna live a long life." she unknowingly soothes john bs anxiety over an untimely death. (lets be real, that boy doesn't see himself making it to 30).

they also make a good match bc they balance each others energies. john b grew up around masculine energy so being around you was his only time to be soft and you didn't know your dad so you benefited from the stability of john bs friendship your whole life.

our resident woo woo girl is always going on and on about the power of the tongue. pope could be giving some real ass advice about the stupid shit they're gonna do and she disregards most of it because it's pessimistic.

"all i'm saying is that your positive affirmations aren't gonna keep the cops from recognizing our faces on cameras and arresting our asses. i mean we let jj plan this, he's gonna get himself shot." pope is looking at this mission from every angle, trying to cover everyones asses.

pup rolls her eyes. "and all I'M saying is that you're being really negative right now. if you keep speaking 'we're not gonna make it and jj is gonna get shot' into the universe, then we're not gonna make it and jj will get shot-"

"you speaking that shit into the universe pope? i thought we were friends what the fuck?" jjs offended voice came from the side of pope.

"we need to look at our solutions and not our problems." pup scurries into the chateau and comes back with a box of beanies she knitted for john b. "see, solutions. no one will see our faces."

"to find a solution you have to look at the- nevermind." pope shakes his head when he sees john b petting pups hair and kissing her forehead telling her how smart she is.

OH! and pup loves to knit and crochet. she makes a lot of her own clothes and stuff, even had a bikini unravel on her in the ocean which prompted a rescue mission and a stern (maybe a smidge condescending) talking to from john b.

"what did i tell you, huh?" john b is staring down at her wrapped up in his shirt, sitting in the sand not looking at him. he has his arms crossed and is staring down at her in that disappointed john b way.

"the top was gonna fall apart." pup pouted.

"and what happened?"

"it fell apart."

"you gonna listen to me the next time i say somethin's not ready?"

"mhm..." she looks up at him, unintentionally giving him puppy eyes because its just a natural response.

john b decides she had enough embarrassment for the day and takes a seat next to her, patting his thigh. "com'ere. not mad at ya. come to daddy." and pup crawls into his lap to watch the sunset.

[cameronsbabydoll]

omg im so happy ur reqs r open again!!!! I have another one about puppy reader!!! so we know she's different from bunny or bambi reader who r both quiter (or at least that's my perception of it pls disregard this if its not urs) but what if puppy reader is just like rlly energetic and giggly and loves talking to everyone but it can get kinda overstimulating for everything (all the "adults") around puppy reader. so what if rafe gets annoyed and is rlly mean to her infront of his friends bc she's overstimulating everyone (but she's obv sad bc she doesn't know what shes done) and he kinda compares her to another friends gf and is just mean and gross like usual

rafe being mean to puppy!reader during dinner at the wreck with his friends :(

warnings: mean rafe!!! mentions of blood / injuries

wc: 667 — a/n: so i sorta went out on the ending and added john b to this fic because puppy!reader and john b is always on my mind <3 hopefully this fits your request !!!!

it starts innocent enough.

you’re at the wreck — perched on the edge of the table where all the guys are sitting, swinging your legs, rambling about something or other. it’s not even important — just that happy, nonstop little stream-of-consciousness chatter you always have when you’re comfortable. when you feel safe.

you don’t notice the looks.

the way rafe’s friends — kelce, topper, even a couple of kooks — start to exchange glances. smirks. eye rolls. not outright mean, but tired. like they’ve hit their limit with the excitable little golden retriever bouncing in their chair.

rafe notices, though.

he notices everything.

and he’s already in a shitty mood — nursing a beer, sprawled out in his chair, watching you with this flat, unimpressed stare as you giggle and talk and talk and talk.

and then — finally — he cuts you off.

"jesus christ, do you ever shut up?"

it hits you like a slap.

you freeze, mid-sentence, blinking wide-eyed at him.

the table snickers. low, awkward laughs ripple around the group.

"m’serious," rafe drawls, twisting his ring around his finger, voice mean and lazy. "you’re worse than topper’s girlfriend. at least she knows when to be quiet."

more laughter.

hot embarrassment burns up your neck, prickling your skin. you don’t even know what you did wrong. you were just — just talking. being friendly. being you.

but now everyone’s looking at you like you’re stupid. loud. annoying.

your throat feels tight.

"didn’t realize i needed a fuckin’ muzzle to have dinner," rafe mutters under his breath.

that’s what does it.

you barely manage to mumble something about the bathroom before you slip off the bench, head ducked low, heart pounding like you might actually throw up.

nobody stops you.

nobody notices.

except rafe — who doesn’t even look your way, just mutters, "probably gonna go cry about it now," under his breath.

the table laughs.

but you don’t go to the bathroom.

you head for the little window near the back, hands shaking as you pry it open clumsily, not even thinking, just moving. just escaping.

you catch your knee on the frame, scraping it raw — but you don’t stop. you tumble out onto the gravel outside, barefoot, palms dirty, throat thick with stupid, hot tears.

and that’s when you hear him.

"jesus christ."

you jump.

it’s not rafe.

it’s john b.

he’s leaning up against his van, to-go bag in hand like he was just picking up food, staring at you like he’s not sure if you’re real or some kind of stray animal that got loose.

"you runnin' away or somethin’, pup?" he asks, voice low and a little teasing — but soft.

you sniffle, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

"rafe was mean to me..." you hiccup, small and pathetic.

john b’s jaw tightens. barely.

but he pushes off the van, steps closer, crouches a little like he’s trying not to spook you.

"yeah, well. he’s a dick," he says, simple like a fact. "let me see your knee."

you hesitate.

but you lift it — scraped and starting to bruise.

john b huffs out a slow sigh, shaking his head like he’s fighting a smile.

"what’d you do, go feral on ‘em? didn’t like your puppy energy tonight?"

you sniffle harder, cheeks hot.

"didn’t wanna be annoying..." you whisper.

and the way john b looks at you.

it’s not pity.

it’s not brotherly.

it’s something else entirely. warmer. sharper. like he’s looking at something fragile and stupidly precious all at once.

"hey." his voice drops a little. "you’re not annoying. they’re just boring."

your lip wobbles.

john b straightens up, nodding toward his van.

"c’mon, pup. let me clean you up before you bleed out in the fuckin’ gravel."

and as he guides you toward the van — hand finding the back of your neck, rough and easy — he adds:

"bet you didn’t even get your fries before your little escape act, huh?"

it makes you giggle — wet and hiccupy.

but it’s the first time all night you’ve smiled.

[princessbrunette]

omg what if during a little mission, john b and jj can’t find puppy and bunny until they get back to the van and hear the girls making out but whining about sitting on the other girls lap just wanting to be babied and cared for! i love these two subby girls <3 it’s messy but the get through it together

this drabble is making me giggle cos are they all just really comfy with eachother? are they all one big polyamorous mess? idk

⊹ ₊ ˚ 🎀 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ♡

john b stopped in his tracks and stared for a second. he couldn’t help it, it was quite the sight.

“dude they pro’lly just headed back to the chateau okay— they said they didn’t wanna be a part of all this so—oh.” jj isn’t long behind him, walking into the back of john b stood before the twinkie. inside on the floor, the two girls roll about together — puppy winding up on top of bunny, wriggling in her denim shorts as bunny’s skirt gathered around her waist. there’s a smacking sound as they pull off eachothers mouth.

“y’got to be on top last time!” bunny complains in a mewl and puppy groans, devastated.

“but i need it—”

the conversation becomes a mess of irritated whines through kisses before jj clears his throat.

“hey, uh — girlies? hate to interrupt.” the blonde leans against the door as the two girls carelessly turn around. pup shuffles over to the door, looking up happily at john b. she always favoured him, following him around like a — well, lost puppy. he smiles in greeting, scratching behind her ear.

bunny sits up on her elbows, not even bothering to pull her skirt down which was gathered around her belly, white panties with the pink bow on full display.

“wha’ssup?” she pouts, remnants of glittery gloss that wasn’t smeared on puppy’s face still catching the light.

“nothin’. we’re headed back. was lookin’ for you everywhere, dudettes.” jj shakes his head, climbing into the van and john b walks around the vehicle, swinging his keys around his finger and opens the driver seat door.

“yeah, about that — you guys can’t just run off without saying anything okay? preeetty sure it’s my head in your parents guillotines if either of you get hurt. okay?”

⊹ ₊ ˚ 🎀 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ♡

[lufvg]

comfy outfits I see myself wearing as the obx boys girls

rafe’s bunny:

pinks, silk, satan, bows galoreee, knitted sweaters, whites

john b’s puppy:

Blues, patterns, lose bottoms tight shirts, tube topsss

jj’s kitty:

greys, blacks, whites, really anything she can find, all jj’s clothes, wears his boxers

credits to @princessbrunette for the reader “names”

[sugarcandydoll]

here's how i imagine myself as @princessbrunette 's puppy!reader going on fun adventures w the gang hehe! ♡🫧 she's the sweetest angel everr she needs to be protected at all costs! :(♡☁️ also pup x rafe is sooo fire omg it always gives me the tingles aaaa

pics not mine n puppy!reader belongs to @princessbrunette ♡🍼