#john b imagines

[mrsstarkey1]

my shirt - jj maybank

A/N: i wrote this last year and i didn’t proofread it so.. be warned. also check out my most recent jj fic here

SUMMARY: you wear your friend jj’s shirt, then maybe he’s not just your friend anymore

WORD COUNT: 0.7k

WARNINGS: none

you were sitting on the boat with kie and pope, drinking a beer and laughing about something pope said. pope was much more comedic when he had a couple beers in his system.

john b and jj were taking forever, doing god knows what in john b's house, "I wonder why they're taking so long,” you thought out loud, reaching for another beer.

"they're hooking up. definitely." pope said and you smacked his arm, rolling your eyes.

kie shook her head with a laugh, "don't worry y/n, jj only has eyes for you."

your cheeks flushed red despite your best efforts to stop it, "yeah, right."

you had a thing for jj, and it was obvious to everyone except him. the whole group has been trying to push you and jj together for months now, ever since they noticed the looks you gave each other while the other wasn't paying attention.

pope gave you a look, but you ignored it. john b and jj finally joined you guys on the boat, immediately grabbing a drink, and jj lit up a cigarette.

john b started the boat, and you all fell into normal conversation, laughing at nearly everything anyone said. you were all buzzed, per usual.

you put your sunglasses on and rested your head back, ducking out of the conversation for awhile.

"are you wearing my shirt?" you heard jj's voice all of the sudden. your eyes widened as you looked down at the loose blue t-shirt you were wearing.

"oh I- uh," you cleared your throat, "you must have left it on the boat. i got kinda cold while we were waiting for you guys. I can give it back-"

"no no it's okay," he avoided eye contact, "you look good,” he said softly, in a way that made you think he didn’t even mean to utter the words aloud.

you looked at him, taken aback by his words, and he locked eyes with you. you both wanted to say something, but just couldn't find the right thing to say.

"uh guys?" john b's voice caused you both to look away from each other and to him. he looked back and forth between you two for a moment,” uh, we're gonna swim now. you can go back to.. whatever that was."

"way to ruin the moment dipshit," pope smacked john b on the side of the head.

you stood up, pulling jj's shirt over your head, deciding to avoid the further awkwardness with jj. you jumped off the boat into the water and swam over to kie, leaving jj on the boat, finding himself wanting you to come back.

you hung out in the water, and then on the boat for awhile before deciding to call it a day. when you reached the dock, you grabbed your bag and tapped on jj's shoulder. the rest of them got off the boat quickly, saying fast goodbyes to each other, leaving you and jj alone.

you held up jj's shirt, "here.” he looked at the shirt, and then at you.

"no uh- you keep it." he offered you a soft smile, and you sensed his nervousness.

"are you sure?" he nodded, and you smiled, just now realizing how close you were to him. you could practically feel his breath on your face.

in that moment you wanted to kiss him more than you ever have wanted to do anything. like ever.

with a sudden burst of confidence, jj took a small step forward, making the gap between you two so small your noses were almost touching.

"so are you gonna kiss me or what?" you whispered, and he crashed his lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

you both stumbled back, nearly falling off the boat, causing you both to laugh. "you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." he said, the smile not leaving his face.

"oh, I think I do," you both laughed, and you pressed your lips back to his.

"I'm really glad I left my shirt on the boat."

"me too."

it was inevitable that the shirt wouldn't be the only piece of clothing left on the boat.

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[avenging-fandoms]

john b literally does it for me.

wanna fuck him in the back of the twinkie NOT EVEN SORRY BOUT IT.

**yeah it's a situationship. complicated. seems like jombie **and yes i make him beg. *smut and angst cause i LOVE writing angst

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"John B Routledge!" you bang on his screen door. "You owe me a beach day!" You shout and bang on it some more until a very aggravated John B opened the door. You opened the screen door and smile at your friend. "Morning sunshine, you owe me a beach day.”

"I don't owe you shit, Yn."

"You don't?" You cross your arms, looking at him. "I covered for your ass when Sarah asked where you were. Said you were out somewhere with your dad when you were hiding in my room from her." Your fingers tap his chest. "I lied to your girlfriend, so you promised me a beach day."

John B sighed. "Ex, she cheated. With Topper. And fine, give me 10 minutes." You clap and lay on his couch, closing your eyes as you listen to him rustle around. "Alright, let's go, brat."

"Brat. This brat helped you out." John B pushed your head and you both hop into the twinkie. John B drove to your favorite beach in the Outer Banks, far from where anyone could find you two.

You set out your blanket and towel, John B coming over with the bag and cooler. You take off your shirt and shorts, catching John B staring for too long. "Can you help me put the sunscreen on, JB?"

"Uh, yeah, of course." He took the bottle and moved your hair, massaging the lotion into your back. He moved down and covered your ass and down your thighs, and you had to bite your knuckle. He just broke up with his girlfriend 2 days ago, but you couldn't help but want him. You had him first.

You and John B were friends who later added the 'with benefits' part. It went on for months, no strings attached. He then stopped hanging out with you altogether when he started dating Sarah, then came back around when they were serious.

You turn around and face him, John B rubbing lotion into his hands and smoothing over your chest, hesitant on covering your boobs. "Nothing you have touched before, JB." His cheeks turned red as he put sunscreen all over your front.

"My turn." He took off his shirt and you bite your lip softly, putting lotion over his chest and v-line. He gasped softly and you turn him around. You rub it into his back, scratching down his skin, knowing it drove him crazy.

"Alright, I think I'lm going to swim for a bit, clear my head." You nod and play music on your phone, laying in the sun with your eyes closed. John B was gone for more than an hour, and came back pruny and dripping wet.

"Good swim?"

"So good, I thought of literally everything I could think of." John B laid next to you and closed his eyes, and you watched the water droplets slide down and off his body. You bit your lip and flipped onto your stomach, groaning. "Takes too much to suntan?"

"No, asshat. My shoulders and back are killing me." You huff and lay your cheek on your hand, John B sitting up and sitting with his wet trunks on your thighs. "Ah, JB it's cold!" You laugh and he smiles.

"Just relax, are there knots in your shoulder and back?" You nod and he presses his thumbs into your shoulders, massaging out the first knot he found and you moan rather loudly. "Haven't heard that in a while." He mumbled softly, but you still heard him. You did it purposely now, knowing he liked it. And John B purposefully found tough knots just to hear you moan.

After he got off you sat up and rolled out your shoulders, a smile on your face. "JJ's couldn't get them out. He was so rough I told him to never touch me again." John B laughs and stands up, holding out his hand. "I'm not going in the water, you're crazy."

"Why not? Why come to the beach then?" He asks and looks at you, his hair still damp in his face. You studied him. His head blocked the sun, his hands on his hips which pushed his shorts down a bit, giving you a good eye level shot of his v-line.

You protested. John B rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, grabbing your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh and hit his back as his right hand held onto the back of your thighs. "Hold your breath!" He yelled as he jumped into the water with you.

The two of you spent some time in the water, floating and talking. "Do you want Sarah back?" John B stayed silent. "The girl cheated and you still want her?"

"Can you blame me, Yn? I've been in love with this girl for so long. We've been through so much, I don't want to give up on her. It'll take time but I know I'll forgive her."

"Right." You nod and swim to shore, pushing your hair behind your back and squeezing the water out, drying your body and hair.

"Yn, where are you going? Why are you mad at what I said?" John B's hands were in front of him, and he was utterly confused as you angrily shoved your blanket and towel into your bag.

"What about me, John B?"

Finally. 5 years of being in love with John B and 3 years of Sarah Cameron and on-and-off fucking around, you finally asked it.

"What about all the things we've been through together? How we used to spend every night with each other? Hell, even have sex when you and Sarah were done! I don't know why I even try. You still want the broad after cheating." You pulled on your shorts, leaving your shirt off. "Thanks for the beach day, I'll find another ride home." You start to walk past the Twinkie but John B catches up to you.

"Yn, stop being an idiot." You drop the bag and look at him, his hand holding your face. "Did you really think I would come here with you just as friends? The way I wanted to keep touching you." His fingers fell to your bathing suit top, breath hitting yours as he pushed the strap off your shoulders. "You were poison, Yn Yln. You're intoxicating. I need you."

You slide open the door, sitting on the cushion and he climbs in after you like a lost puppy and you slam the door. You push your hips forward, John B on his knees as he looked at you desperately. "Tell me."

"Tell you.. what?"

You lean forward, the other strap falling and John B got a perfect view of your chest. "Tell me how bad you need me."

"Fuck, Yn, I think of you every fucking day. Your body, the way you sound." His hands touch your knees, pushing up towards your shorts. "I need to taste you, God I remember you tasting so sweet." Your eyes got heavy as he pulled your shorts off. You put your heel on the seat, John B untying the knot on your hips and taking off your bottoms.

"Anything you want, John B." You cursed yourself for letting yourself fall for him again, but how could you not? John B leaned forward with his eyes trained on yours, tongue flicking against your clit slowly as you let out soft whimpers.

"Go ahead, tell me how bad you need more." John B taunted and you look at him, and he looked at you with a devilish grin. His fingers rub up and down your folds, waiting for your words.

"Fuck, John B. Eat me like your last fucking meal. Fuck me like you're dying tomorrow, I don't care what you do. I need you." You grab his face and kiss him, a satisfied hum coming from his mouth against yours. John B slides his fingers inside and you gasp against his mouth, gripping his hair.

You moan into his mouth as he picks up his pace, hand around your neck as he pushes your head back, laying you down on the seat and fucking you with his fingers the fastest he could. "John B!" You exclaim and he pulls away with a smile. "You dickhead."

"You know how I like to make you cum, and it's not like that." You sat up and switched positions with John B, pulling his shorts down before he could sit down. You toss them behind you and drool at the sight of his leaky cock.

"Missed me, JB?" You smirk and kitten lick the tip, taking him into your mouth. John B let out a little whimper as you push him down your throat.

"Good girl, take all of me. Fuck yes, you're so good." He huffed and leaned forward, untying your top and throwing it with the pile of clothes. His left hand held your hair as the other one toyed with your nipple. You gag on him and he lets outa breath, laughing as he grabbed your chin and pulled you up, grinning as you gasp for air.

"You did miss me."

"Oh, I missed hearing you gag on my dick." He hums and kisses you, pulling you onto his lap. You grab his cock and his hand grips the back of your head, pushing your head down. "Watch, baby. Watch me fill you up."

You sit down on him, gasping at the foreign feeling. You held his face, moving your hips and John B moans against your mouth. "You feel so good, Yn. Fuck."

John B laid you on the seat, thrusting his hips into you and wrapping his hand around your throat. "Fuck, you are perfect." His hands fall down your front, thumb rubbing your clit. You grab his biceps and gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Already, sweetheart? We're just getting started." you whimper his name and dig your nails into his skin. "Come on, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."

"Fuck, John B! Shit!" Your legs shook around his body, John B still moving his hips.

"Fuck I love hearing you scream my name." John B got off of you and you bend over the cushion, his hand spanking you a few times roughly. He pushed himself into you, holding onto the seat above your head as he slammed into you.

John B grabbed your hair in his fist and you look at him. "JJ fucks so much better." You moan and he laughs.

"Sarah rides better." You pull away from him and push him onto the seat again, sliding down on him and bouncing your hips. John B's hand smoothed up your stomach and twisted your nipple in his fingers.

You lean forward and bite his neck, his breath getting choppy. You bit harder and sat up, kissing him lazily as his hands hold your back. "You gonna cum for me, John B? You gonna fill me up like old times?"

"Holy.. God.. damn it." John B pressed you down against him and you whimper, shivering as he pumps his cum into you. He bounced you on top of him, rubbing your clit and you fist his hair, hips shaking as you cum around him. "I will never get tired of watching you cum." He let out a small laugh and kissed your sweaty chest, your fingers combing through his hair.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, wanna meet me at the snack shack?" You get off of him and he nods, John B helping you tie your top. You tie the strings at your hips and throw his button up over your body.

"That's my shirt." You open the door and slide your shoes on.

"I thought you liked me in your clothes?" You wink and head to the bathroom. You fix your hair and check your phone, hearing your voice being called. You look behind you thinking it was John B, but you look to the left and it was someone much worse.

Sarah fucking Cameron.

There you stood. Just-had-sex hair, John B's shirt, sweat, scratches and bite marks. She wasn't stupid, you knew she'd notice right away.

"Yn, hi!" She hugs you and you pat her back, putting on your best smile. "How are you?"

Her eyes scan your body and you grew nervous. You saw John B walking towards you and you try to signal that it was Sarah. "Uh, I'm uh.. alright. Just trying to.. enjoy my summer."

Sarah wasn't stupid. She looked behind her and John B ducked behind a trash can. "John B?"

He stood up slowly and you backed up from her, closer to John B. She put it together. His shirt on you, the marks on his neck. "Sarah."

"Didn't take you long to move on, John B" she crossed your arms and you laugh. "Something funny?"

"How are you gonna get mad at him for fucking someone else when you cheated on him? It's your fault." Sarah's face turned red and John B's hand rubbed your back.

"We were together when you got with Topper. I'm single getting with Yn. There's a difference. See you around, Sarah." You two walk past her and you poke him.

"I still have to use the bathroom, JB."

"Okay, I'll be the bodyguard to make sure she doesn't try anything in the bathroom."

"You act like I haven't kicked her ass before."

[andy-15-07]

Sweet Dreams

masterlist ! pairing: John B x reader

Summary : John B wakes up next to the love of his life.

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John B yawned, rubbing his eyes as he crawled into bed beside Y/n, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her peaceful face. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her features. He couldn't help but smile as he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Y/n stirred slightly, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she snuggled closer to him. "Hey," she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with drowsiness.

"Hey," John B whispered back, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Y/n blinked sleepily, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "It's okay," she said with a small smile. "I'm glad you're here."

John B's heart swelled with warmth at her words. "Me too," he admitted, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Y/n."

Y/n's smile widened, her eyes shining with affection. "I love you too, John B," she replied softly, her hand finding his beneath the blankets.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, simply reveling in each other's presence. The stresses of the day melted away as they basked in the warmth of their love.

"You know," Y/n said suddenly, breaking the quiet, "I've been thinking."

John B raised an eyebrow, curious. "About what?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. "About us," she confessed. "About our future."

John B's heart skipped a beat at her words, a rush of excitement flooding through him. "What about our future?" he asked eagerly.

Y/n shifted to face him, her eyes meeting his with determination. "I want us to be together forever, John B," she said earnestly. "I want to wake up next to you every morning, and fall asleep in your arms every night."

John B felt a lump form in his throat at her heartfelt words. He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin tenderly. "I want that too, Y/n," he said softly. "More than anything."

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Promise me," she whispered. "Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."

John B's heart swelled with emotion as he gazed into her eyes, seeing all the love and trust reflected back at him. "I promise," he vowed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'll always find my way back to you, Y/n. Always."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she threw her arms around him, holding him close as if she never wanted to let him go. "I love you so much, John B," she breathed, her voice choked with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/n," John B murmured, his own voice thick with tears. He held her tightly, savoring the feeling of her in his arms, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.

And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, they knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they were together, they could conquer anything that came their way. For they were not just two souls entwined, but two hearts beating as one, united in a love that was destined to last a lifetime.

[maybankprincess]

ೃ⁀➷ baking together - john b routledge ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

staring: john b routledge x fem!reader

warning: not proofread, just tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: I know it's late but I still wanted to write and post it, so enjoy <3

you sat infront of the tv cuddling up to your boyfriend, john b. the movie playing soon became boring as you tried to find something else to do.

"what about baking something together?" you turn to him and propose

"yeah, why not? pretty sure we have the ingredients in the pantry" he says and gets up from the couch with you.

you head towards the kitchen and pantry and look at what you could work with.

"pretty sure we got the ingredients to make some cupcakes" you say and gather the items and bring them to the kitchen counter. you reached into the drawers and pulled out red heart-shaped molds.

"these would look so cute" you say and smile up at him.

and with that, you guys looked up a fairly easy recipe and you got to baking.

while making use of the flour, you heard john b chuckling to himself. you were about to ask what he found so funny when you got a smudge of flour on your cheek.

you gasp as you turn to him and watch as he starts laughing at you.

"oh my god, you should see your face right now, babe" he says and folds over laughing.

you take his moment of distraction to get back at him as you grab some flour in your hand and throw it across his face coating it with white powder.

he starts coughing as he didn't expect you to throw some back.

it ends up with you guys running around the kitchen island, throwing flour at each other, and ducking behind the kitchen island, the heart-shaped cupcakes soon forgotten.

[cantstoptheimagines]

And They Were Roommates (JJ Maybank, John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — You’ve been hooking up with both JJ and John B for a few months, unaware of how close they are.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Smut (threesome with a touch of jealousy; some degradation, but lots of praise; could be considered payback sex if you squint; oral (female receiving, male receiving); penetration (vaginal); spitroast; slight spit kink; spanking; creampies; mentions of birth control).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,726. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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It felt like a scene from your worst nightmare.

You’d happily jumped into the front seat of John B’s van, expecting nothing more than a night of carefree fun at the beach. Completely unaware of what truly awaited behind those tinted windows.

Two pairs of eyes, one dark, the other light, dug into you. John B’s were unreadable and expressionless, giving you not a single emotion to go by. Meanwhile, JJ, who had wedged himself between the two seats to look at you, only offered a smirk as he lightly gripped the back of your neck.

“Quite the ambush, huh?” he chuckled at your embarrassed expression. “Did you really think you could fuck both of us without being found out? I mean, you’re not dating either of us, but still.”

You stuttered, “I—Well—I didn’t—”

“Pretty ballsy,” sighed John B, taking off his hat to run a hand through his curls. “Must be since you’re new, but I guess I was wrong for thinking everyone knew JJ and I are best friends.”

“Brothers, even,” said JJ. “And you know what brothers do when they both want something?”

You trembled, unable to answer with so much heat rising beneath your skin. You’d never felt so humiliated in your life. And all they could do was eye you like hunters on the cusp of sinking their teeth into an innocent bit of prey.

“What?” you asked, though you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer.

They both grinned, though John B seemed a little more shy. With a deep chuckle, JJ replied, “They share.”

Your eyes widened at the implication. Before you could think of a response, JJ’s grip on your neck tightened. He used your surprise to his advantage, dragging you into the back of the van with an excited gleam in his eyes.

John B quickly followed, admiring the new view of your plump ass. He licked his lips and shook his head before giving it a slap. He ignored your yelp of pain, simply groaning instead, “You’ve got the best ideas sometimes, J.”

“I know,” laughed JJ, a bulge visibly hardening in his cargo shorts.

You gasped as they worked together to maneuver you into the position they wanted. Your back was flush against JJ’s chest, his arms tight around your torso as he tweaked your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Happiness rose within his chest when he didn’t feel the coverage of a bra.

“Wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?” he grinned. “You never wear a bra under these cute little dresses whenever you’re in the mood.”

John B’s tall frame had just enough room to lie between your thighs, which he spread open to rest on his shoulders. He pushed up the bottom of your dress.

The dark, floral fabric bunched up over your stomach, revealing a pair of black underwear to both boys. John B rolled his eyes with a half-smile, “Definitely wanted to. Only wears this color when she’s expecting to get dicked down.”

“Really?” huffed JJ. “She always wears red for me. Got preferences for each of us, cupcake?”

“No,” you whimpered, squirming in their hold as warmth began pooling inside your stomach.

“No need to lie. We’re just teasing,” said John B. “Learn something new every day.”

You yelped when he suddenly snapped the hem of your underwear against your skin with a smile. He leaned closer, taking in the wet scent of your growing arousal. His nose pressed against your covered clit, running over it from side to side.

A moan escaped your lips, “John B!”

He licked a long stripe over the fabric before suckling at the hidden bundle of nerves between your legs. His teeth tugged at your underwear, now soaked in his spit, wanting nothing more than to strip it from your body so he could indulge himself on your slick.

“You always eat her out first?” asked JJ.

“Gets her nice and wet,” sighed John B, fingers finally dipping into the hem of your underwear.

JJ raised his eyebrows and then he leaned down to kiss your temple in apology when he twisted your nipples particularly hard, resulting in a high-pitched complaint, “I usually do that last.”

“Missing out. Her pussy’s good and fresh in the beginning. Unless you like the taste of your own cum as it drips out. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

With a grunt, John B lifted your hips to remove your underwear just enough for him to access your leaking entrance. It throbbed and quivered before his eyes as he spread your folds open with his fingers.

No time was wasted in devouring his new meal.

JJ laughed at the way your back arched when his friend’s tongue sunk deep into you. He decided to push down the top of your dress so he could feel your breasts properly, leaving the fabric to pile up around your waist. Kissing, biting, and running his tongue over your neck almost let him distract you from John B.

Your hands delved into the dark curls of the young man worshiping the space between your legs. Bruises already started to form beneath the fingertips that dug into the flesh of your thighs. Dull nails carved crescent indents into the supple skin.

Spit landed directly on your clit, only to be smeared and mixed with your slick moments later by John B’s nose. You whined and moaned from the attention as well as the sounds of wet licks and exaggerated slurps coming from below.

“Mmph!” came a muffled groan. “Pussy’s good. Fuck, yes, always tastes so good. Cum! Wanna clean you up with my tongue! Show JJ how you drench my face every time I eat you out!”

Others would have assumed you were perfect at following any of his filthy commands by the way your orgasm instantly coated his skin. It sprayed onto his awaiting tongue, allowing him to take it in like a favored drink.

He licked all over your drooling cunt with a cum-soaked smile, cleaning up every leftover drop of your tangy release he could find. With an amused chuckle, he moved to sit on his knees, tugged your underwear the rest of the way off your shaking legs, and then used the black fabric to wipe his mouth.

“Better than last time,” he sighed. Hooking your underwear onto one of your ankles as a joke, his eyebrows rose in a teasing manner, “You eat pineapple today?”

He and JJ laughed when surprised stutters fell from your lips, “John B—! What—? I don’t—!”

“No reason to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he continued, gently patting your thighs while wrapping them around his waist. “We’re all friends here. Right, JJ?”

“Exactly,” nodded JJ. He then leaned down to kiss the shell of your ear, quietly muttering, “And I think you should let John B empty his balls inside that sweet pussy. Ya know, as a friend.”

JJ tilted your lips to his before you could offer up a reply. John B seized the opportunity to pull out his long, aching cock. The tip ran over your folds, collecting just enough wetness to sink inside your clenching hole.

You moaned at the familiar feeling, lips parting from JJ’s involuntarily. He continued trailing kisses over your warm skin, occasionally taking the time to admire the way John B’s hips rolled to meet yours.

The sounds of slapping skin filled the van. John B dragged your hips back and forth on his swollen length, heavy balls repeatedly kissing your soaking pussy. He grunted and moaned at the unbearable feeling of your hole squeezing his tip each time it sank back into you to collide with your cervix.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure. “How are you so tight every time? Thought your pussy would’ve been stretched out by now, especially since you’ve been fucking both of us.”

“Don’t worry, B, she’ll be wrecked by the end of this,” chuckled JJ, reaching around your stomach to feel the bulge of his friend’s cock thrusting in and out of your entrance. “God, you’re big, man. Bet you’re rearranging her guts right now.”

“Good.”

John B grinned, eyes dropping to where his friend’s hand rose and fell with every deep thrust he made into your tight cunt. His teeth dug into his lip at the sight. He really was in your guts, wasn’t he?

The imagery of it all made his cock twitch. Leaning down to meet your gasping lips for a brief kiss, John B panted, “You still taking the pill? Or do I need to pull out? Huh?”

“You—! Agh! Oh!” you cried, barely even capable of keeping your eyes open anymore.

John B’s forehead met yours, “C’mon, baby, need to know if—! Ugh! If I can fill this pussy up!”

“Yes! Yes, you—! Ahhh! You can!” you gasped.

John B groaned when your arms suddenly wrapped around him, hands traveling underneath the hem of his shirt. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, leaving deep red lines as you scratched the muscled surface.

JJ let go of your torso, allowing John B to take you for himself. The blond watched his best friend rail you into absolute oblivion. John B shifted to sit on his knees again, though you were brought along as well this time, made to sit prettily on his lap.

Strong arms weaving around your body, John B bounced you on and off his thick length. His hips helped the process by thrusting his cock up into your quivering hole at the same time.

“Good job, baby!” panted John B. “Taking me so well! Pussy’s made for me, I swear! Shit! Gonna look perfect when I stuff you full!”

“John B! Please! Please!”

“Fucking loving it, isn’t she?” asked JJ, though he didn’t bother himself with expecting an answer from either of you. Instead, he pulled his own hard length out of his shorts and began stroking himself.

John B’s teeth sunk into your shoulder, finally sending you over the edge. Your pussy gushed around him uncontrollably in an instant.

Mouth open in a silent scream, you hid your face in the crevice of his neck as you came, holding onto him as tightly as you possibly could. He continued rocking and bouncing you on his throbbing length, getting closer and closer to his own climax.

You shook from overstimulation, tears welling up in your eyes. Your hands moved to subconsciously push against his shoulders. Anything to get away from the sudden sensitivity of your used pussy.

“Almost there, baby,” panted John B, doing his best to keep you from escaping his hold. “Promise I am. Just gotta keep going! Mmph!”

He slammed you down onto his cock one final time. His balls were squished between your pussy and his thighs as he held you flush against his lap. Cockhead twitching deep inside your entrance, his tip burst with white, creamy ropes of cum.

He refused to give you any space, wanting to be as close as possible, forcing your sweaty skin against his shirt, which made him wish he had removed it when he’d had the chance. He devoured the flesh of your neck with both teeth and tongue. Pants, curses, and loud moans filled the van as your body took in every stream of John B’s release.

“Shit,” he groaned, pulling another squeak out of you by slapping your ass. He squeezed the warm flesh with a grin, “Good girl.”

Pushing your hands into his dark curls, your lips had barely met his in a kiss before a new pair of hands pulled you away.

“My turn now,” said JJ, ignoring your whines as he put you in a new position. “Stop hogging her pussy already, B.”

John B rolled his eyes with a snort. He moved to spread his legs out in front of him, slowly stroking his swollen cock back to life with one hand while reclining back on the other.

Watching JJ maneuver you onto your hands and knees, he scoffed, “Whatever, man.”

The irritation in his friend’s voice had no effect. JJ focused solely on shoving his length into your far too sensitive entrance. He threw his head back upon feeling the tight squeeze of your pussy. His fingers dug into your hips, wasting no time in pulling you on and off his cock.

“So fucking good,” he gasped. “Whose dick do ya like better, sweetheart? Or do you need another round with John B to figure it out? Ugh, fuck! Look at him, already hard again. Want her to suck ya off, B?”

You weren’t sure if John B even answered. Within seconds he had shifted closer and, legs spread on either side of you, took his opportunity to push your mouth down into his cock.

Eyes wide and gags echoing from your throat, you tried to push against his thighs, only to feel his tip sink even deeper. JJ leaned over your back and used his hand to tightly grip the back of your neck. He held your mouth on John B’s cock, making you choke and swallow around his friend.

“What’s wrong, cupcake?” he laughed. “Too big for ya? C’mon, suck!”

“Give her to me,” demanded John B, already grasping your temples with his warm palms. “You just worry about her pussy since you wanted it so much.”

JJ huffed and muttered something about his friend ‘ruining the fun’, but obeyed anyway. He pounded into your aching hole from behind while John B pulled you off his length, only listening to your gasps for a few seconds before making you take him again.

“Could’ve had two cocks at once this entire time if you hadn’t been so secretive,” panted JJ. “Kinda turns me on to know you’ve been taking John B’s cum too. Oh! If I’m being honest.”

No matter how much he rambled, you were so dizzy from both of them that you couldn’t understand what he was saying. JJ’s balls slapped your sopping pussy with every thrust while John B moaned upon feeling his cock swell inside your mouth.

The latter practically humped your face, heavy balls smearing over your chin as he ignored your pathetic gags. Solely focused on his own pleasure this time, John B’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth fell open as he came again.

He allowed some of his release to fill your mouth before suddenly pulling out. He aimed his thick cum at your exhausted face, covering you in white ropes of his essence without a care.

He cursed, “You look so pretty like that.”

“Ah!” you cried, throwing your hands back to wrap around JJ’s. He pulled sharply at your hair until your back met his clothed chest. “Ow! Wait!”

With one hand wrapped in your roots, the other forced your wrists together. JJ pinned them to your stomach with a deep chuckle.

Leaning closer, he used your hair to turn your head, exposing your cum-slathered cheek to him. His tongue glided over your skin to collect John B’s salty release. He roughly grabbed your jaw, tilted your head just enough for what he wanted to do, and then spit his friend’s cum into your mouth.

“Swallow,” he demanded, smiling when you did so. “You ready for it? Huh? Is this pussy ready for my cum? C’mon, sweetheart, you gotta answer.”

“Ahhh! Oh! Yes! Yes, please, I want it! Mmph—!”

He muffled your cries with a warm palm. Open-mouthed kisses littered your neck. Heavy pants filled the van until JJ sank deep into you with one final thrust.

As his release shot into your pussy, another orgasm overpowered your body as well. His hips rolled, flush against your ass, as you twitched pleasurably in his arms.

He pulled out with a satisfied sigh, helping you relax onto the floor of the van. Breathing heavily, you closed your eyes, ignoring the way JJ patted your ass with an arrogant smile.

A mixture of their cum spilled out of your clenching pussy. Both boys admired the sight, running their hands over your bare back in an attempt to sooth your exhaustion after tucking themselves back into their shorts.

“Might as well just stay there until we get to the Château,” chuckled John B.

“Yeah,” agreed JJ, “because neither of us are anywhere close to being done with you.”

[mayfieldss]

Dating John B Routledge would include;

He calls you sweetheart.

It would start as a joke, but somehow it would stick until the nickname is just a natural part of your conversations.

In a way it showed how much he cared.

Of course, he uses generic relationship nicknames as well.

"Babe" and "Baby"

He loves having his arms around you and he almost always does.

His arms, if they are free of holding other things are always holding you.

It's crazy how he just appears, hugging you from behind when you least expect it, or slinging an arm over your shoulder, and hugging you to his side.

John B is a forehead kiss kind of guy.

Your forehead is within reach? He presses a kiss to it instantly.

He's the type of guy to trace little shapes and patterns on your bare skin with his fingers.

He'll do it absentmindedly all the time.

"You okay?"

John B can spot when you're feeling down from a mile away for sure.

It's like his superpower, and sometimes he knows even before you do.

he's already ready with a hug when that happens.

He can be persistent, especially when you won't tell him what's wrong.

And it can get annoying, but you know he does it just because he cares.

He's patient with you too.

You don't want to do something right now? that's okay, he'll wait till you're ready.

He's also patient when teaching you things.

Imagine John B trying to teach you to drive, but you keep stalling the twinkie.

"It's okay, just give it another go. You got this."

You would get to wear his sweatshirts whenever it's cold.

You don't even have to steal them, John B just hands them over to you like they were yours in the first place.

If John B doesn't have a sweatshirt on him that he can give you when he knows you're cold, you best believe his getting up and walking into the chateau. He brings one out for you without you even having to ask or suggest it.

You'd get to wear his shirts a lot too.

If John B's going for a swim, or he's gonna jump off the boat and do some stupid shit, he's turning to you as he removes his shirt.

"Can you hold this for me, baby?" and then he's putting the shirt on you like you're a human clothing rack when you say yes.

He's definitely the one that taught you how to drive a boat.

If you're not staying at the chateau when John B is struggling to sleep, he no doubt comes to your house and taps your window until you let him into your room.

John B is a 'hold your hand over the center console while he drives' boyfriend.

He has high jealousy for sure.

Some guy is talking to you that he doesn't trust? He's glaring daggers at that dude in seconds.

John B is the type of guy to forget date night.

But he hates it when you're mad at him and he always makes up for it the next day with cuddles and kisses and apologies even if it takes a while for him to be forgiven.

"I'm going to the store, you want anything?"

John B is most definitely the type of guy to go and get you tampons and pads if you need them.

He's not embarrassed by it either, but he has to call you when he gets to the aisle, so he knows which ones to get because there are a lot.

Grocery shopping with John B would be chaos.

He's like a child, putting everything he likes into the cart without thinking.

"We can't afford that John B."

"But it looks delicious."

"But we can't afford it."

"If we put back the toilet paper we can."

He's also always going to try to make you laugh when you're down.

If you're crying, he's definitely the 'puts both hands on your face and kisses you all over' type of boyfriend.

"Come on, where's that smile I love?"

Fights with John B are dramatic.

You can never be sure who will apologize first, but the silent treatment always works on John B.

If you're not talking to him, he's giving in and saying sorry within the hour.

Late-night talks while in bed or sharing one of the hammocks are always a thing.

"You know I love you right?"

He tries to cook for you, but John B has a habit of burning food.

He practices though and gets good enough at it that one date night, he actually makes you a home-cooked meal.

John B loves telling you stories.

He loves to tell you stories about things he and his dad did as a kid late at night when you're about to fall asleep.

He's the big spoon, and he'll be whispering the story in your ear as you drift off for sure.

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AN: Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

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[beaniebeensbaby201]

JJ x sister reader, John B x gf reader, kie x reader Platonic

Summary; Reader is the younger sister of JJ as she is dating John B. During a party Rafe was talking shit about fucking the younger Maybank, which caused John B and JJ to punch Rafe and to start a fight. Y/n left to go to the bathroom as Kie was puking as she was Very drunk.

Warnings: underage drinking(DO NOT DRINK UNDERAGE), cursing. Violence, smut but not smut, cat calling.

Tonight the Pogues decided to throw a party at the boneyard. It's been a while since they've decided to throw one. Y/n and JJ stayed at the chateau again, John B still doesn't know about their homelife as she didn't want him to worry.

John B was raking his fingers through her hair as she was still asleep on his bare chest. His eyes closed as the sun kissed his tan skin.

The sound of pounding on the door startled the younger girl as she thwacked her head against John B.

The two groaned in pain, as JJ shouted on the other side.

"Damn it JJ, imma kill your blonde ass!" John B chuckles as he lightly pushes the girl off of his chest to get up.

She grabbed hands towards him as she whined.

"Nooo, don't get up." She continues to whine as John B bends down and kisses the Maybank girl.

She places her hands in his hair and plays with it as she bites his lower lip.

She smiles into the kiss when he pulls away, even though he didn't want to.

"JJ and I have to get the party ready." John B goes to grab a Hawaiian shirt and leaves it unbuttoned showing his toned abs.

John B left the room as we bid our last goodbyes. I was still naked underneath the sheets as I waited for the guys to leave. The boys left as my phone dings.

Kie: Wanna go surfing?

Me: Sure, John B, and my brother and Pope went to get some juice for tonight.

The shades were opened to the window as I saw that the van was gone. I always kept a bag here, most of my closet is in John B's room.

I stretched as I heard a slight crack in my back. I pulled out the top drawer that holds all of my bikinis. I noticed a lavender thong underwear and my strapless top.

"That bastard." I muttered under my breath.

I quickly put the bikini on, as it was his personal favorite.

I heard the door of the chateau opening and the door to John B's bedroom opening.

I heard Kie cat whistle as I giggled. She claps as I bow as she lets out cat calls.

"John B is a lucky guy." kie was wearing a red, purple and blue strappy bikini top, short shorts and her red Nikes.

"He stole this bikini. I've been looking everywhere, and he said he had no clue where it was." Kie laughs.

"You might wanna fix the girls, they're a little wonky." She points, as my boobs looked awkward. So I quickly put my hands in and grabbed then adjusted the top.

She gives me two thumbs up as she grabs my hand.

"We finally catch a break from trying to catch the gold. We're so close, I could taste it." She raises her hands in her curly brown hair as she puts it in a ponytail.

"JJ still wants me to go to school, he was going to give me half the money for school. Me and Pope are still dreaming of the same school." We grab our boards that rest outside.

"Are you and John B planning on getting married?" I smiled softly, my face heating up at the sudden topic.

"We've talked about it a lot. But we were going to wait it out, let the moment happen." I shrugged as we started to run for the beach.

"Well when you two do get married, I called dibs on maid of honor." I let out a laugh, she was my first choice to begin with.

"You're my girl Kie." I said.

Time passed as we continued to surf. We hadn't realized the time as we heard our names being called. I looked up and noticed my brother, Pope and JJ waving at us.

"Parties over Kie!" I shouted for the girl as she was a little farther in the ocean.

I started paddling back to the shore, Kie not too far behind me.

"Can't you put some clothes on?" JJ covers his eyes dramatically while throwing a towel in my direction.

"It's the beach JJ, you think I wanna see my twin half naked too?" I lifted my eyebrows at him as I noticed John B staring at me.

"It's almost time to party." I said as I wrapped an arm around John B as I give him a kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"I thought we made rules when you two started dating?" I throw the now damp towel that I used to dry myself off and throw it at JJ.

"It's getting late, we should start getting ready, kie." I started to enter the chateau as I felt a tap on my ass as I let out a yelp.

"Hands off her man!" JJ complained once again.

"You wore this on purpose, didn't you?" I shrugged my shoulders as we head towards our shared bedroom.

"Maybe." I dragged out the word in a teasing tone.

"I see that my brother takes a liking to you?" I wiggle my eyebrows at her as she punches my arm.

"Shut up." She blushes as she turns her head.

"Which top?" I raise my pink sparkle crop tank top to my body, and then I raise a tube top black and white stripe top.

"The pink John B will be all over you." She said while hugging herself and turning around making kissing noises.

"At least he's good in bed. The first boyfriend I've had that gives me the best orgasms." Kie sticks her finger in her mouth and makes a fake gagging noise.

"You two are like rabbits." I laughed as I brushed my y/h/c that was knotted from the salt water.

I found one of my short denim skirts and placed it over my black laced thong.

Kie once again the cat whistled at my outfit as I did a little dance.

"He's going to love it!" We both continued to laugh as we left the bedroom.

"What are you wearing!" JJ shouted as I rolled my eyes again.

"Clothes JJ." I said pinching my shirt and letting it go.

"That barely covers your chest?" I giggled when I noticed a silent John B.

"You're going to get flies in your mouth, fish boy." I giggled, putting his jaw up so that his mouth closed.

"You look sexy." He purred, grabbing my waist not caring that our friends were watching.

"Dude!" JJ said as I was about to lean in to kiss his lips.

"Shut up JJ." We said at the same time.

John B grabs my hand in his as I skipped out of the chateau when I felt Kie grabbing my other arm.

"You know Kie stole your girl?" I heard JJ say as I wasn't holding John B and was talking to Kie.

"I had her first!" She calls out as I giggled again leaning against the light skinned girl.

"C'mon! Let's get a drink." We both rushed towards the keg, I noticed John B was still with the guys by the bonfire as I was on the other side with Kie.

"It's been so long since we've had a party." I said leaning against a rock as I noticed two guys that looked unfamiliar come up to us.

"Can we help you?" I asked, not wanting to get hit on.

The guy looked me up and down as if I was meat, I rolled my eyes with annoyance.

"What's your name, hot stuff?" I give Kie a 'are you serious?' Look as we both looked at the two Tourons.

"Listen bud, I got a boyfriend." I pressed my hand to his chest to push him off me, only for him to try to lean in closer towards my fave.

His breath smelled like beer as I turned my head.

"She said leave her alone." I mentally thanked my brother for coming to the rescue.

"And you're the boyfriend I assume?" I gagged at that.

"I'm her twin, and you're making my sister uncomfortable. And she's taken, he's a better boyfriend than a guy like you." JJ got closer to the Touron as he got up in his face, as if he was trying to act bigger.

"JJ!" I give him a warning look to stop him.

"What are you gonna do about it punk?" He shoves JJ making him spill his drink.

"JJ, no!" He took the first punch causing me and Kie to stumble back.

I noticed John B coming by.

"What the hell?" He asked as he was standing next to me.

"The guy kept harassing Y/n." John B had a look of anger in his eyes, as he threw JJ off the guy.

"Hey! If you ever look at my girlfriend again, don't." He said, as he threw another punch to finish off the fight, only for the guy's friend to shove him away.

The four of them got into a fight, as y/n found the bucket of ice that was empty from the beer and dumped it on the guys.

"Knock it off! You're acting like children! JJ you've got to start learning to be the bigger man. You Touron need to stop being an A+ douche, and John B." I said, causing the boy to look at me. He had a bloody lip, and a black eye.

"You're coming with me." I grab his hand and angrily walked towards the chateau.

"You idiot! You decide to join JJ!" I exclaimed as he was resting on the bathroom sink as I was between his legs.

He had his hands on the belt loop of my denim skirt. He kept moving his head as I used the Alcohol to clean the blood.

"Stop squirming." I huffed, pushing his hair away so I could clean the cut on his forehead.

His brown eyes staring at me as I worked on his cut. I give him a soft kiss to his lips not caring about the metallic taste that left.

"Don't join my brother in his fights anymore, especially when I had it taken care of." I pleaded.

"But I'm your boyfriend, I should've been the one to fight the guys in the first place." I sighed, placing the cotton ball down and grabbing his face.

"I love you John B, you and JJ don't always have to fend for me." I kiss his lips again as he gropes my butt, a small moan leaves my lips as we continue.

"I love you too." He mumbled into the loving kiss.

[gay-dorito-dust]

You’ve been in a slump as of late and it was never pretty for the longer the feeling lingered over your head like a storm cloud, you found yourself beginning to pull away from your beloved friend group; Kiara, JJ, Pope and John B. Which was a shame, really, as they were a massive source of escapism for you to push aside even the most unsavoury of thoughts; but even they could only help you to procrastinate after a certain amount before you were forced to be alone to confront those very same thoughts you’ve suppressed that came back with malice.

So for the past week after a certain time of day you’d come down to the docks that laid just beyond your backyard, sit close to the edge and allow your feet to dangle dangerously above the water, skimming the surface almost teasingly as you’d gaze would be affixed with a blank stare that wandering off elsewhere from reality wearing nothing more then a hoodie and summer shorts combo; Despite hearing the sound of the Outer Banks settle down for the long night ahead, you never felt more physically and mentally and emotionally tired as you did from having to put up a facade for so long.

You could barely be motivated to get out of bed in the mornings, brush your teeth, maintain a basic hygiene routine, change clothes, eat; you just couldn’t do anything like you use to. Your mind was both unbearably quite but unreasonably restless and loud all at once that it was hard to distinguish what was a thought of your own creation or a remnant of an past memory that didn’t end particularly well. Even now you could feel your eyes threaten to close but not out of a necessity for sleep but more so for rest from the fatigue you’ve suffered for so long. You felt the fatigue run deep within the muscles of your limbs as they hung pathetically without out life nor will to move even an inch; almost like they were turning to stone, and you a statue.

You must’ve been lost within the vast yet cramped space that was your mind because the sound of a text notification managed to pull you out of your stupor as you made your arm reach into the pocket and fish it out to read the text of which read;

John B

U alright?

You stared blankly at your phone screen as you read and re-read the message again and again as though your brain had yet to understand the text before huffing out a sigh and responding shortly with an ‘yh.’ Hoping for the conversation to be left at that and were about to put your phone back into your pocket; only for another text notification from John B to pop up.

John B

I call bull, you’ve been avoiding us for the past week, not reaching out to us and cussing us to panic about whether or not your dead in a ditch somewhere.

You

Obviously, I’m fine. You can stop worrying about me now and leave me be.

Harsh but you just didn’t want John B to waste his efforts in helping you because you’ve tried and failed so your expectations for someone else being able in getting you out of your stupor were slim to none. Just as you were about to pocket your phone for a second time, another text blinked on screen;

John B

Too late stubborn ass, you’ve worried me enough as you have and I’m coming over.

Seeing that you’ve lost this battle, you refrained from responding and instead pocketed your phone in defeat as you went back to staring out at nothing in particular, inhaling deeply and exhaling just as quickly, cursing John B for his tenacity in wanting to help whilst also condemning yourself for not seeing this outcome ahead of time. Whether or not help was what you wanted or needed, John B would always force his way into being of help; ignoring all signs that told him that you’d rather he not waste his time and effort but as previously stated, the bastard man was stubbornly tenacious.

So instead of continuing to dwell on your disappointment of everything you did and remained obediently sat on the docks, awaiting John B’s inevitable arrival with begrudging acceptance.Which turned out to be not as much of a wait as you hoped it would be for as soon as he arrived, John B made himself comfortable on the dock next to you, allowing his legs to dangle over the edge next to yours above the surface; briefly brushing against one another at the oddest of times. “You still alive over there?” He asked, to which out of context would be considered odd but it was a question he’d ask you whenever your quietness began to concern him or when he felt like starting up a conversation with you.

“As alive as one could possibly be.” You replied with your usual response but you could tell from the look on John B’s face that he didn’t believe you but decided upon not calling you out on it as even your own delusions of being alright couldn’t shield you from the harsh truth that you were far from being alright; already accepting and making your peace with the fact that you might never go back to being alright. After all the first step to healing was acceptance to there being something wrong in the first place. “You’re looking pretty dead in all fairness.” John B said, glancing at you sideways as you performed a measly shrug of the shoulders, “I appreciate the compliment, I take great pride in looking dead.”

John B scoffed, already having expected this sort of reaction from you, “well it’s worrying everyone that cares about you.”

“And like I told you earlier, I’m none of your responsibility. I’m not a charity case you’ve taken pity on because it make you look the better person in comparison.” You snapped, irritated, “so you can shove that pity party shit right up your arse.”

“That’s not it!” John B said incredulously.“That’s not it at all! Don’t try and out words in my mouth when all I’ve been trying to do is help you-“ “well maybe I don’t want help!” You exclaimed, abruptly cutting him off after having heard enough. “Maybe I’m not worth helping.” You added a lot softer this time after a moment of silence spent staring at one another, trying to read the others thoughts as though you’d develop telepathy all within the span of one night; which would’ve been a plausible plot for a comic book but this wasn’t a comic book.

“Why would you think that?” John B asked and once again you shrugged. “I don’t know, I just don’t see myself worth the help being offered.” You began. “I’ve tried avoiding to accept the possibility that I wasn’t okay, that I wasn’t alright by pretending like I wasn’t some cracked porcelain vase on the verge of total collapse. When all I’ve done was further the cracks on the vase and John I’m-“ you had to stop yourself to swallow the lump in your throat and even out your breathing.

“I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of pretending that I’m not but I am.” You croaked, feeling both better and worse for getting the thing that ailed you off your chest as John B wordlessly pulled you against his chest, running his hand up and down your back whilst his other ran patterns into the back of your hand. “Im so fucking exhausted John and I’m done thinking that I’ll get better because honestly, I don’t think I’m going to get better, not like how I use to be.” You admitted, leaning against his warm chest like a frightened little lamb in order to feel something other then the unforgiving bite of cold nightfall.

“You’re right, you may never be as how you use to be.” John B started. “but that isn’t always necessarily a bad thing. It can bring about a lot of good if you allow it to but that can be hard to achieve, as it feels as though you’ve completely shed the persona you’ve made in order to fill voids or cover the aspects of yourself; that you have been groomed into hating and or becoming ashamed of because they go against what society deems as socially acceptable and or romantically desirable; To which -I say- is utter bullshit.” He says as he brings you in closer, draping your legs over his lap so he could essentially cradle you protectively.

“You may not like to think of what lies ahead of you now but all I can promise you is that I’ll be there by your side through it all and show you that it’s not all that scary. This new you is an opportunity to reinvent yourself, reintroduce yourself as someone who you can be unabashedly proud of and wear that pride about like a badge because I’m sure as hell proud of you for putting in the work in coming to your acceptance that your human. So damn proud.” He whispered whilst pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you buried your face into his shirt as to soak the tears that began springing forth from your eyes, chocking back a whimper.

“I’m always so damn proud of you, always. I just wished you could lean on me like you are right now.” John B adds. “While it’s important to be independent but it’s just as important to be dependent on others in times of need. I’m here for you, JJ is here for you, Kie, Pope, they’re here for you too! Just.” John B paused to rest his head atop of yours. “Just don’t go ghosting us again, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied softly, taking this as an opportunity to finally be weak in the arms of someone you hold so dearly.

[poge-life]

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[loving-and-dreaming]

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my shirt

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terrified

sick day

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[andy-15-07]

Family love

masterlist ! pairing: Rudy Pankow x reader

SUMMARY : The nights are the most beautiful with the family

Genre: fluff, lovee

I remember heartbeat in the doctors office, she had him wrapped around her little finger. Rudy is the most excited for his little princess, regardless of the moment he talks to the baby in my belly, when she hears him, her little feet hit where my husband is holding his hand.

And our son was ecstatic, too. Our two year old, Andrew . He loved to put his little hands on either side of my belly, and wait to feel his baby sister kick and he loved to put his head on my belly when we stay on the couch while watching tv.

Nights have become our favorite times when Rudy and I are in bed. Rudy leaning against the headboard, and me between his legs, with my back against his chest, one of his hands on my stomach.

We giggled as we looked at our baby girl's ultrasound, wondering who she would look more like.

I want our daughter to have my eyes and lips and Rudy's nose and hair. While our son has Rudy's eyes, lips and nose, but his hair color is mine. The most beautiful combination of us.

Rudy and I have decided on what to name our daughter, Madelyn Lisa Pankow. We wanted it as our daughter. Same situation as our daughter, our son's name is Andrew Chase Pankow.

Before becoming parents for the first time, we decided to name our children after the people who have always been with us and we can consider them as members of our family. Our children's godparents are Chase Stokes and Madelyn Cline and they always came to help Andrew and me.

It was almost 11 at night and our little princess had other plans instead of sleeping, Rudy was facing me and his hand was on my belly where the baby had hit. I heard the small steps coming from the hall.

"Daddy?" He spoke from the door , rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah, baby?” Rudy asked him, as he looked back to find him.

“Can I come sleep with you? ”

“Sure, baby. Come lay with me and mommy.” Rudy told him, as he lifted the bedsheets up to greet our exhausted toddler. He sped over to our bed, and climbed up from his little steps, and rolled over Rudy's legs to land right in between us and my dear husband lift him up to cuddle.

"I was talking to your sister, do you want to talk to her too?"

He nodded his little head, and Rudy took his hand and put it where he had it a few minutes ago.

"What do you say if you start talking to her, maybe you will feel it too, what do you say my boy?"

“I’m Andrew . I'm your big brother and I will protect you . We will play together and I will read you books and stories . I love you baby sis .” He said, and the second he finished, she stuck her little feet out and gave him a tiny kick, and his excitement was so pure, he looked up at me and squealed .

"Mom, dad, you saw, my sister hit, it means she likes me." Andrew says and gets closer between us.

After a few minutes I notice that our beautiful boy has fallen asleep. I raise my head and look at my dear Rudy, the man I fell in love with from a young age, as he was looking at me smiling.

"Maybe now you will sleep peacefully my dear." It boosts my Rudy.

"Maybe. Good night, I love you Rudy!"

"Good night my love, I love you all" I hear him say and I fall asleep.

Rudy didn't sleep, he was looking at his beautiful family, he can be considered the happiest man on earth.

[maybankprincess]

ೃ⁀➷ obx valentine's prompts ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

1. baking together - john b routledge

2. flowers - topper thornton

3. promise ring - john b routledge

4. leaving cute notes - jj maybank

5. date at home - sarah cameron

6. wearing each other's clothes - sarah cameron

7. breakfast in bed - topper thornton

8. road trip - john b routledge

9. moonlight swim - rafe cameron

10. gifts - rafe cameron

11. chocolate - kiara carrera

12. candy hearts - sarah cameron

13. dancing - kiara carrera

14. romantic dinner - rafe cameron

15. photobooth - jj maybank

16. kissing/holding hands - kiara carrera

17. cheesy pick-up lines - jj maybank

18. meeting for lunch - kiara carrera

19. dropping by work - john b routledge

20. falling asleep on each other - rafe cameron

Please look forward to seeing these come out today! <3

[cantstoptheimagines]

Stolen Love (John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — John B doesn’t want you to go home yet.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Mentions and implications of sex at the beginning, but no actual smut; brief mentions of alcohol; semi-secret relationship (Reader’s parents don’t like John B); mostly fluff and a clingy John B.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,170. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ This is based on “Stolen Love” by Josiah and the Bonnevilles. It has such a John B vibe to it! ➳ This work has a visual edit!

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It’s a stolen love in the middle of the night, it’s the story of you and I. Hearts on fire like a Marlboro light, burning up, and it feels alright. A stolen love, you and I.

John B’s hands were a saving grace.

Lying on your front, you could hardly keep your eyes open at the feeling of his rough palm slowly caressing the bare skin of your back. He rested next to you on his side, one cheek squished against his pillow as he gazed at you with a soft smile.

You could hear your friends in the living room of the Château, despite the door of John B’s bedroom being closed. They were listening to music, laughing loudly as they drank the night away.

Your eyes opened at the sound of John B shuffling beneath the sheets. He had come much closer. He gently tugged at a strand of your hair before leaning in to kiss your forehead. Then, his hand returned to its soothing movements against your lower back, rubbing at any aches and knots hiding beneath your skin.

“Are you trying to make me fall asleep?” you muttered, eyes falling shut once more. “I need to go home soon, ya know?”

“Do you really need to?” he whispered back, kissing your forehead again. “You could stay here with me instead. We can cuddle, kiss, have sex… again.”

Your lips quirked in an attempt to hide a smile. John B trailed a series of kisses along your skin, traveling from your temple to your cheek to your nose. Finally, he came to your lips, grinning against them in a moment of sweet affection.

“I think you’ll find I can be very convincing,” he chucked.

You finally allowed an amused smile to slip through, “Oh, really?”

He hummed with a nod, wrapping his arms around you and gently rolling you onto your back. He hovered over you with a soft smile as his nose rubbed against yours. He was really putting in the work now.

He kissed you again, then breathed, “Wanna see my methods?”

We tore up the room, we blurred out the lines, breakin’ hearts and rules at the same time! God knows it’s wrong! Baby, it feels so right! It’s a stolen love, keeps us up at night! Stolen love, keep me up all night!

You tucked some of his thick curls behind his ears. John B admired the way your eyes flitted around the room with a certain sparkle. As one hand rested next to your head on one of his pillows, the other gently traced over the skin of your bare shoulder. He couldn’t stop himself from layering a few more kisses over the area, even occasionally nipping with his teeth in a series of gentle bites.

“I think you’ve already shown me your methods, John Booker Routledge. Look at the state of your bed right now.”

He groaned at the sound of his full name leaving your lips. His forehead dropped to your shoulder and his face hid against your neck. An embarrassed flush quickly covered his cheeks.

“Don’t call me that,” he muttered. “You know what it does to me when you do.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you sighed, feeling him place open-mouthed kisses against your neck. “What do you wanna be called?” 

“You know,” he whispered, running his nose along your jawline.

You smirked, “I don’t think I do.” 

“Baby,” he whined, “stop messing with me.”

His nose dug into your cheek, repeatedly pecking the area. You could tell he wasn’t being serious by the way he grinned against you. His brown curls tickled each time they made contact with your skin. 

Baby, cut the cord, cross that line. In the name of love, give me one more night. Hey, come on, love, give me one more night!

“Stay,” he whispered. “Just this once, stay. I want you here with me.”

You shook your head, trying not to fall for his undeniable charm. His warm hands slowly moved to your hips. He shifted to lie between your legs with his chest flush against yours. His weight against you was heavy, but nice, comforting, and warm. 

“I can’t,” you murmured. “Want to, but I can’t. Not tonight.”

“You always say that,” groaned John B, allowing his head to rest against your shoulder.

“And it’s always true.”

“Whatever.”

It seemed he had finally come to the conclusion that you wouldn’t be spending the night at the Château, no matter how much he wanted you to. There would be no convincing you tonight.

You snorted at his sudden change in attitude, “Don’t pout, Johnny.”

“I’m not,” he grumbled, though you could barely hear him from his hiding spot against your bare skin.

Oh, stolen love, I keep on falling! Damn, is that your old man calling? Tell him I’ll give you back in the morning! Oh, stolen love, I keep on falling! Hey!

“Really? Because it sure does sound like—”

Your teasing was interrupted by the ringing of your cell phone. John B rose with a dejected expression, eyes sparkling with sadness when he read the screen.

Your parents, specifically your dad, had never liked John B very much. Due to that, the two of you had been keeping your relationship on the hush-hush when it came to them. 

John B glared when you kept him snatching your phone away. He left a wet trail of kisses along your collarbones as you quickly answered and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

John B’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips. His lips moved to your cheek. He then nuzzled his nose against the space, admiring every detail of your skin. He could vaguely make out the echo of your father’s voice.

“No,” you continued, weaving your hands into your boyfriend’s thick mess of curls. “I’m at Sarah’s place right now.”

Shivers wracked your body at the feeling of John B smirking against you. His nose ran over your ear as he whispered, “Tell him I’ll give you back in the morning.” 

His affections continued. His lips kissed your skin, his arms tightened around your body, his hands ran over your skin, and his chest was flush against yours.

You took a deep breath at the feeling, “Hey, dad? Do you care if I spend the night? We wanna go swimming tomorrow and it’ll be easier if I just stay here.” 

You tried not to laugh when John B pressed his face close to yours, trying to hear what your father’s answer would be. He bit his plush lip when he heard a quiet, “Don’t see why not.” 

“Cool, thanks!” you replied, finally hanging up once you had bid him farewell before looking at your grinning boyfriend after doing so. “Happy now? Are you proud of constantly stealing me from my parents?”

He could tell by the smile on your face that you weren’t being serious. Kissing the space between your eyebrows, he muttered, “Very.”

Stolen love, I keep on falling! Falling!

[pappydaddy]

sunflower (j.b.r.)

a/n: this is for the lovely @i-always-come-back-xoxo who wanted a john b fic (from my 500 follower celebration) with the song sunflower vol. 6 by the harry styles! i hope you like it lovely💛!

p.s. thank you for spamming me with requests from my celebration! these and the steve blurb i made are single-handedly fighting off my writer's block!

tv show/movie: outer banks

pairing: john b. routledge x fem!reader requested

based off sunflower vol. 6 by harry styles

synopsis: john b is infatuated by a girl he spots at a boneyard party one night

taglist: @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @popeheywardssecretgf | @lexi-2004 | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | @luvhanns

*line through your user means i could not tag you lovely!

warnings: fluff | reader is described as wearing a yellow sundress

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Standing at the keg, John B took a swig of fresh beer from his solo cup. His brown eyes scanned the crowd stretching across the beach from over the rim. The entire island's teenage population had to be at the boneyard tonight (including Tourons). Some people were off to the side, sitting in the sand as they talked, sipped their beers, and just enjoyed the weather that the middle of June brought them. Others danced, sand being kicked up around their ankles. Others sat around the many bonfires.

Pulling the cup away from his lips, John B swallowed the chilled liquid, cringing at the cheap taste, but relishing in the aftertaste. Might be cheap beer, but it was beer. As his eyes passed over the designated dance area again, the crowd shifted in just the right way that allowed him to see her. The girl in the yellow sundress who was dancing without a care in the world. Her eyes closed, her hands in the air before occasionally trailing along her face and body as she swayed to the music. Her lips moved to the lyrics of the music as she sang them.

She glowed in the setting sun, her face glistening with carefree happiness. If John B hadn't just swallowed his beer, he was confident he would have spit it out or choked on it at the sight of her and her sheer beauty. It was as if she radiated beauty just standing there. Just like a sunflower.

Watching her, he found himself greedy. Wanting to see her at all times, to have her just for himself to look at - like a melody made just for him. He wanted her, he wanted to talk to her, to kiss her, to feel her. But, yet, here he stood, staring at her with a slack jaw and wide eyes. Even if he wanted to get to know her, he couldn't. He seemed to be tongue-tied. Shaking his head, he stood straighter and closed his mouth. Fixing his sunglasses, he slipped his hand into the front pocket of his shorts, flexing his bicep and looking off to the side in hopes of her looking over.

"Just go talk to her." Kie shoved him as she disposed of yet another discarded solo cup in the trash can next to John B. Stumbling, John B glanced towards the girl to see her eyes now open and looking in his direction - a hint of a smile on her face. His cheeks flushed (something that never happens to him) at the idea of her seeing the pathetic stumble.

"I'm not going to do that," John B shook his head. "I am going to look like a fool in front of her and that is the last thing I want to do," He admitted, looking over at Kie who nodded, looking right past him. "And besides," He continued, rambling off onto a tangent as he thought about kissing her in his kitchen in the most domestic way possible. "She is her and I am me, why would I even entertain the thought of talking to her-"

"Ouch," A melodious voice cut him off, startling him. Looking behind him, he saw the girl in the yellow sundress closer to him. He could see the colour of her eyes, the slope of her nose, he could see everything better and up close, she was even more breath-taking. "Hard not to be offended when the cute boy who caught your eye doesn't even want to talk to you." She teased.

"I- Uh- It's- I didn't-" John B stuttered over his words, his eyes wide and mouth open again.

"Relax, I know you didn't mean it like that. We can start over," She suggested, extending her hand out to him. "I'm Y/N. I just moved here."

"John B. I've lived here my whole life." He said before he could stop the words. He flushed again but she didn't seem to care.

"Well, John B, you're gonna give me a dance then you can show me around a little," She told him. "Maybe we can end the tour at your bedroom?" John B was sure that if he had been taking a drink, he would have spit it out or choked on it at the innuendo.

"Whatever you want, Sunflower."