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voidpetrova · 3 months

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your ex-boyfriend, john b. routledge

your ex, john b, who spent his best years with you. three years of being the “it couple” amongst all pogues.

your ex, john b, who didn't let anyone play with his hair, anyone except for you. every warm night spent next to the light of a bonfire was accompanied by a cherished peace, lulling him to sleep by threading your fingers through his locks.

your ex, john b, who attempted to make you chocolate chip cookies once as a surprise. all of them were burnt, first to last, but you ate them with him nonetheless.

your ex, john b, who never let you pay for anything. every drink and meal came from his pocket, anything for you.

your ex, john b, who would throw you into the coast's water. you'd giggle and scream, dunking his head underwater the second he stepped in.

your ex, john b, who would always wake up to the smell of your homemade pancakes.

your ex, john b, who couldn't bring himself to fall asleep at night without spending it in your embrace, in your arms.

your ex, john b, who was quick to introduce the group to a blonde kook. none of you were fond of her.

your ex, john b, who became a bit too close a bit too fast with sarah cameron, for your liking.

your ex, john b, who made it hit mission to argue with you whenever the topic of sarah came up. he defended her name and status, practically begging you to just “give her a chance”.

your ex, john b, who didn't hesitate to embrace a scared sarah during one of the missions, breaking your heart into a million shreds.

your ex, john b, who suggested that it was time for the two of you to part ways, after days of silent treatment.

your ex, john b, who thrived after the break-up. no matter how down you knew you were, seeing him glowing only made it worse for you.

your ex, john b, who got together with sarah shortly after you split, creating constant tension.

your ex, john b, who failed to notice how close you had gotten with jj in the heat of it all. he missed all the late night conversations, early morning coffee runs, and his tear-stained shirts.

your ex, john b, who had started to notice the way you and jj would hug a few seconds too long, the way you would hold hands when you thought no one was looking, and the way he would peer through his blinds to see him parked in front of your driveway. late at night.

your ex, john b, who said nothing when you and jj had announced your relationship. no congragulations, no threats, nothing.

your ex, john b, who began lashing out at his girlfriend shortly after. no one knew why, not sarah, not him.

your ex, john b, who found himself distancing himself from everybody, including sarah. every conversation made him mad, every interaction upset him.

your ex, john b, who found you by the shore past midnight. he had chosen to man up, resulting in the first post-break-up interaction with you. he had asked how you were, earning a minute of silence, before a simple, “happy”.

your ex, john b, who was told alongside kie, sarah and pope, that you had gotten engaged to jj. he had proposed just minutes on the shore, the night prior.

your ex, john b, who couldn't eat, sleep or think after hearing the news. he felt sick to his stomach. sarah knew what was bugging him, she just chose to ignore it, maybe it'd go away.

your ex, john b, who knew he couldn't show up to the wedding. he loved his friend, but he loved you more.

your ex, john b, who spent your wedding night in his house, alone, with the company of no one but a picture of you tucked between the pages of a book.

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noahmars · 2 years

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JJ: Hey, Bree. Why did the chicken cross the road? John B: To get to the other side? JJ: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?“ John B: Uh... fine. I don’t know. Why did it cross the road? JJ: To get to the idiot’s house. John B: ...Ok? Y/N: Hey, Bree. Knock knock. John: No. JJ: You were supposed to say “who’s there?” John B: Fine... let’s get this over with. Who’s there? Y/N: The chicken. John B: JJ: Y/N: John B: Listen here you little shits-

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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The Foster Part Four

TW: language. Smut.

SUMMARY: You learn of John B's intentions with you as he learns a clue to your past that changes everything.

WORD COUNT: 1100

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Foster Part 4

His thumbs brushed your hips beneath his shirt, raised just enough to make him aware of the lace edge of your panties. Soft cotton beneath now darkened by the feeling of his breath in your ear.

"Are you sure you want this?" You nodded, his body now in a delicate pressure against your own as your skin remained fervent for him. You knew the rare details of his life, secrets a stranger shouldn't know. And it was this that made you trust him. At least enough to offer an insight to your desires.

"I'm sure." You managed to speak, a tone weak but words uttered in brawn devotion. There existed a light crack of a smile beneath his lips before it faltered to kiss you again. Only this time, the kiss was all encompassing as he pulled you against him. Not a detail of his body you couldn't make out. Everything from the breath changed by the kiss itself and the swelling of his cock at your navel. It motivated your fingers to curve and pull through his hair as his tongue came to your bottom lip. Once permission was granted, you became captivated by his kiss, time losing all meaning as he distracted you from everything but him.

Somewhere between the countless kisses, your fingers became desperate against the fabric of his shirt. Fisting it in a tight grip, you pulled him closer, sending him to fumble into you with the awkward step. A nervous breath expelled from his lips before you pulled him back towards you. Just a moment before you would know his lips again, the sound of JJ's feet crossing into the kitchen carried John B's focus elsewhere.

"I can be quiet..." You promised, thinking of how many instances back in the foster home you'd explored yourself without anyone being the wiser. But never before had you felt a touch such as his. Never before had you wanted to.

"But I don't want you to be..." He confessed against your lips, a hand suddenly at your clothed clit as your thighs pressed together. Your hands came to the sink behind you for stability.

"I want to hear you..."

"John B-" You gasped as he pulled another hand to your mouth. The softest of grips that existed somehow dominant as your fingers wrapped desperately into his wrists.

"Do you want me to go faster?" You nodded, your body shamelessly moving against his fingers in waves. The return to the sink's edge that should have chilled you had only intensified the sensations he pulled from you until you were left trembling. Toes curled over the tile beneath you as he grinned in prideful observation.

"Do you want to come this way?" He asked as your eyes rolled, your hand aggressive at his chest so you could turn towards the mirror. When your eyes rose again, you found his having changed on the reflection. Kindness no longer existed. Instead, it was pure and unbridled carnality as he used his fingers to pull his shirt from your body. A bare back now facing him as he reached forward to your breasts.

"Can you still stay quiet for me?" He inquired as his palm took hold of your weighted breasts, his fingers twisting at your nipple. You found it difficult to formulate any type of response and instead set your head against his shoulder and moaned behind clenched lips.

"You want it this way?" He asked while brimming your panties with his middle finger.

"Yes..." You breathed deeply as he smirked.

"Bend over for me..." He guided you at a slight angle before pulling down your panties. But as the fabric fell, so did he. You looked back in enough time to see the grin before his tongue came to your lips from behind. A long stripe made with the intent to torment you as you groaned.

"John B..."

"Mmmhmm..." He moaned in approval as your fingers wrapped tighter around the basin. Usually a more gentle grip, your knuckles faded white to the hold as you shook to the motivation made of his mouth. Those slow stripes to begin were now passionate flicks that had you at a pace against his tongue.

"Please... more-I want more..." You moaned as he was quick to oblige, standing behind you once again. He pulled a series of items from his pocket. First his wallet, then the condom within, and finally the wrapper to the sink. Without a word, he arranged himself responsibly with the prophylactic before returning his focus to you.

"I want you to watch..." He spoke into your ear, a kink quelled and awoken in the same moment as he thrust slowly into you. The stretch forcing your lips apart as he nodded.

"Sweet Jesus, you feel so good..." His hands came over yours on the sink as he favored your body's reaction to him. It took only a moment to find a rhythm as it remained slow to allow you both the chance to bask in this interaction.

When his hips had begun to make the more brutal snaps, you were set with a light gloss of perspiration from trying to remain quiet. But in the handful of interactions you'd had, none had felt like this. Nothing had ever felt like him. He remained sweet but thorough, enough to make you feel adored and not just an outlet for his own lust. Even if this very lust was voiced in his body language.

"I want to feel you deeper, is that-"

"Please-" He pulled your leg over the edge of the sink, the perfect height to do so comfortably. But once you were set, he pulled his hands to your more sensitive of areas. His dominant one came to your breasts fondling as a way to also keep you against him. The second came to your clit.

"Don't hold back. I wanna feel it..." He spoke into your ear with a grunt, almost lazy from his lips as he spoke and you nodded.

"I'm close..." He flexed inside of you to hear it.

"Come for me...I want it..." He tightened his jaw, sending his convictions to sound angered, but you knew it was only in passion.

"John B-"

"I know you can...so close for me..." He breathed quickly, following behind your coming release.

"Fuck, you're gonna drain me..." He scoffed into your shoulder as you gasped to the rush taking over your body in waves. His own orgasm riding in unison to your own.

"Shit..." He smirked, pulling you to him with a deeper kiss as you remained in place, tremulous.

"Let me get you a pair of my boxers..." He picked up your panties, smirking to the wet spot at the center, before exiting the bathroom for a second. But when he didn't return, you crossed to his room, stilling in place.

"Why do you have a picture of The Cameron's?"

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 years

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Ooh okay, so how about “You’d better not tell your family I said fuck. I’d get in so much fucking trouble. Oh, shit" with John B? I can totally imagine him trying to keep his manners around your family but then royally screwing up lmao

yes yes yes yes I'm in physics class rn but who cares this is better

also this is a little bit shorter but I think it's pretty sweet so

"Fuck!", you heard JB curse, and as you stuck your head into the room, you could see him standing over a broken plate, food splattered across the ground.

"You alright?", you asked, making him look up. "Never heard you curse like that."

He looked lost. Like a puppy that had been tied to a pillar and told to wait for its owner to get back from the shop. He actually looked exactly like that when he shook his hair and ran a hand through it after and glanced at you.

"Yeah-", he started, then seemed to wake up from his shock. "You heard that? You better not tell your family I said fuck. I'd get in so much fucking trouble- Shit, no, wait, not shit, not fuck, just..."

Raising an eyebrow, you leaned against the doorframe. "Had a rough day?"

He nodded begrudgingly.

"Come here", you said and opened your arms, beckoning him to hug you, waiting until he did to speak again. "You know, I don't tell my parents everything. And a little cursing never hurt anybody."

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sageworld · 1 month

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there’s just something about bestfriend!rafe who’s just obsessed with your boobs…

“stop it, rafey.” you giggle, making it look not purposeful when you bend over, pushing your plush ass into him in a weak attempt to get him away.

“come on, sweetness just one picture.” he begged. you and rafe had gotten pretty fucked up last night at toppers, resulting in you just sleeping at his house in whatever you had left there. “fine, but you can’t show anyone.” you pretend to be annoyed, but rafe can see right through it.

you were always weak when it came to rafe, always giving into his needs. he wanted a beer at the party? you were coming back within minutes. he wanted a blow job? you bet your fat lips were wrapped around his cock the second you got alone. you knew it was wrong, he was your bestfriend and many times you scared off his girlfriends and vice versa. the two of you constantly fucked like bunnies no matter what the conditions were.

“deal.” rafe smiled pulling down your top, exposing both of your large breasts he had grown to love so much. “there’s my girls.” rafe smiled and bent down to kiss both of your hard nipples.

“just one rafey.” you pulled one tit back into the top as rafe sat his phone up, muttering something about boring. “well if i’m so boring you can just never see them again” you tease, attempting to pull your other boob back into your top. “no no no no i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it, one is great.” rafe yanked the top down.

you pose into the camera, one of rafe’s large hands covering your exposed boob, giving it a nice squeeze. “you’re like a little sex doll.” rafe says randomly. “what?” you laugh, after the photos taken, pulling away from him. “i don’t know you’re just like a sex doll, you look like one.” he somewhat chuckles towards the end, pulling your top down to expose your other breast again.

“thanks? i guess.” you embrace rafes new hold on you with a giggle. both hands grabbing handfuls of your ass, as he leans down to suck your nipples.

just know he made that picture his lock screen.

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princessmaybank · 3 months

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Outer Banks P!Links PT2

Here's Part 1: P!Links

*Once again: I'm aware some of them look nothing like them, but that's okay, it's all for fun*

WARNINGS: MDNI, THIS IS 18+, PORN LINKS

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

~A lot more than last time! Please enjoy! I didn't check to see which was already used, so I'm sorry if there are repeats from the last post!~

JJ:

Him Pounding Into You

Riding JJ While He Plays With Your Tits

Soft Fuck With JJ

Jacking Him Off

Teasing Him With Your Pussy

Riding Tatted JJ

69 Tatted JJ

4 Fingers

Oral And Riding By The Pool

Wants To Try Something From Your Book

Rubbing Your Pussy

Rafe:

Tatted Rafe POV

Cumming On Your Stomach

Hitting It From Behind

Riding Him

Gently Playing With You

Fucking You Outside

Fingering Then Fucking You

Slapping Your Pussy On The Way To Midsummers

Rubbing You Until You Can't Take It

Bent Over His Lap

Anal By The Pool

John B:

Sucking His Dick In The Twinkie

Playing With You

Couldn't Resist You

Having Some Fun With Kiara

Parking Garage Fun

Tatted JB, Playing With Each Other

Making A Mess In Your Panties

Using His Dick While He Plays His Game

Sitting On His Face By The Pool

Upside Down 69

Dicking You Down While JJ Drives

Pope:

Tatted Pope, Waking You Up

Bouncing On His Dick

He Asked For A Handjob

Jacking Him Off Then Riding Him

Under His Desk While He Studies

Fucks You In Your PJ's

Bouncing You Back

Tatted Pope Fucking You On The Counter

Anal From The Back

School Girl Fantasy

Riding Pope On The Couch

Bonus:

Kiara Eating You Out

Eating Out Tatted Cleo

Tribbing With Sarah

Tatted JJ & Rafe Sharing You

Playing With Sarah's Pussy

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rubiehart · 2 months

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cockwarming bestfriend jayj would just be so ughhhhhhhhhh. you’re both a little past the point of tipsy, having slipped away together from the kegger back to the chateau, legs tangled together in the hammock as you watch jj slowly inhale the joint he still managed to roll pretty well even in his intoxicated state. his eyes flutter closed as he sucks in the smoke and reaches over to place it between your fingers as he blows it out, too focused on the way the smoke clouds his face and then disappears, blue eyes trained on your figure, raking up your bare legs and ending on your face.

you blink away the thought and bring the joint to your lips and inhale deeply, looking into his eyes as your hold the smoke in your mouth, not too sure what this eye contact meant from his end but you knew exactly why you were doing it, the reason evident as you feel your cotton panties dampen a little, choosing to ignore it as he reaches his arms up behind his head and groans, stretching his legs out and his foot nudges your leg to get your attention.

you rip your eyes away from his for a second, your high clearly taking over your actions, grinning at jj as he knits his brows together, a little smirk laying on his rubied lips, tonguing the little cut on his bottom lip as he watches your frame. you pass him the joint and he takes another long hit, coughing a little when you start crawling up his body, situating yourself on his lap. he reaches one hand to hold your waist as his eyes widen. “oh- hey, watch’a doin?” you just smile and giggle as you reach down to capture his lips in a kiss.

he groans into your mouth and releases the smoke he’d been holding. you start to slowly grind on him, little whines of pleasure leaving your lips as he winds his tongue with yours, kissing you back as desperately as you. pulling away for a second and using his thumb to wipe away a string of saliva from your lip while you look at him all big eyed. “jayj..” you whisper before he nods, as you fumble with the buttons of his cargo shorts, pushing them down his thighs until his boxers are exposed, flicking your eyes up to see his dilated pupils and parted lips, the joint still between his ring-clad fingers.

he brings it to your lips as you pull down his boxers, his rock hard cock standing up, his mushroom tip leaking precum. he groans, eyes widening when he sees you unbutton your tiny denim shorts you’d been teasing him with all night, slipping them down your legs to reveal your little cotton panties, biting your lip and looking up at him whilst slipping them to the side, the weed seemed to give you some new found confidence, and maybe the way jj was looking at you “jesus fuckin’ christ..” he mumbles at the sight of your glistening cunt in the moonlight, prepping your hands on his chest, lifting yourself up.

“hey, hey, hey. a-are you sure?” he asks, panicked at your sudden confidence as you nod eagerly. “are you?” you giggle, still hovering over his cock. “fuck yeah.” he grins as you finally sink down, hissing at the stretch, his eyes transfixed on your face the whole time, your tiny pussy stretching around his dick making him groan, your face comforting and whining when he’s about halfway in, him grasping both hands to your hips after putting the blunt out on the bark and dropping it to the dirt. “shhh.. you got it, yeah?” you nod slowly, teeth sinking into your lip as your resist the pain, stroking your hip with his thumb softly. “good, goooood girl. there ya’ go.” the praise sliding off his tongue so casually making you clench around him. finally getting to the hilt and he lets out a huff.

“feel so fuckin’ good..” he whimpers, as you roll your hips a little to get used to the feeling making him let out a pornographic groan. “you’re so big..” you whisper, leaning down to rest your head in the crook of his neck, feeling the stubble on his chin against your forehead as he breathes deeply. “keep talkin’ like that and i’ll fuckin’ bust.” he whispers into your hair making you giggle a little, leaving a little love bite on his neck and he reaches down to cup your ass, kneeding the fat of it in his palms as you roll your hips gently, making him suck in a breath. “fuck..you’re gonna kill me baby.”

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hailbales · 2 months

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hyper sensitive reader whose too clumsy for her own good :((

every time you accidentally break something tears well up in your eyes but jj has learned the routine to calm you down in seconds. or whenever you stupidly hurt yourself, he would start ‘beating up’ whatever inanimate object that got you that day, making you whine and pout. “yo, what’d you jus say to my girl? yeah, yeah that’s what I thought. stupid cabinet.” pulling a giggle from your lips as your hand caresses the small red indent on your forehead.

but today, you’d had it.

you were having a very long week at work, dealing with your asshole manager who would yell at you for your klutzy ways until your eyes were stinging and rude customers that would send you judgmental glances every time you passed.

so when friday finally came around, you decided to make a special dinner for jj. his favorite, spagetti with meatballs. okay, maybe it wasn’t that special but he absolutely adored it. he’d been so patient with you all week even when you’d snap at him for little things, the stress weighing down on your shoulders making you overly irritable.

he was relaxed on the couch, feet kicked up as a joint sat loosely between his fingers. he checked on you every few minutes, getting in position to jump to his feet every time there was loud clatter but it would only be you grabbing a pan from the cupboard or digging through the pantry. he smiled softly to himself as he watched his girl do something so sweet for him.

that was, until the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. he was beside you in seconds, ushering you to the side to not get cut. “careful, baby. stay still, let me grab the broom.” he jumps right into action, hand against your stomach as a shield before disappearing into the pantry. your lip quivers and you bite down on it, willing yourself not to cry.

don’t cry. please don’t cry.

he returns, locked and loaded as his tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth, a focused habit. “alright, how do one go about this?” he mutters to himself, staring the floor down like a man on a mission.

before you can help it a sob escapes your lips and his head snaps towards you as you bury your face in your hands, body heating up in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” you cry, and he’s already by your side like a dog trained. “heyy, it’s alright. you didn’t do anything wrong, kid. no need to cry over spilled milk, right?“

after a moment of no response he gently tugs on your wrist, pulling your hands down and his heart lurches at your tear stained cheeks, big doe eyes all watery. “it ain’t no biggie, sugar. we’ll clean this up in no time.” his thumb strokes off the fallen tears but they just keep coming.

“god, how can I be so incompetent?” your voice shakes, the word laced with resentment towards yourself and his eyebrows furrow in anger on to how you could say such a thing. “hey.” his tone is laced with authority and it makes you freeze, wide eyes staring up at his baby blues with a gulp. “knock that off. no one’s allowed to talk about my girl that way, not even my girl. alright, you hear me?”

you slowly nod your head, your sniffles being the only sound that fill the room before his expression softens. “you wanna tell me what’s going on with you, doll? I got a feelin’ this is about more than just s’getti sauce, yeah?”

you sheepishly nod in agreement and he fights a smile. “talk to me.”

“I just-..” you sigh, closing your eyes to collect yourself as your chin begins to tremble. his thumb runs over the skin as though to smooth it out and your eyes meet his again. “jus’ feels like I can never do anything right. think something’s wrong with me.” you sniffle.

“cant help but break everything I touch. I’m just so- so.. clumsy.” you huff, and the tears had finally slowed down. his bottom lip juts out in a pout, and you know hes making fun of you in his jj way.

“it’s not funny!” your voice is whiny, and the smile creeping onto his face makes you roll your eyes, feeling the corner of your lip tug up from his antics. “I’m serious, baby.”

“I know, I know— I’m sorry.” He stifles back a laugh before he collects himself, tilting his head slightly as his hand finds its home on your cheek. “come on, darlin’. there ain’t nothin’ wrong with you, alright? trust me. you’re doin’ just fine. if you break a few things along the way, so what? ain’t gon’ break ya’, is it?” he awaits your response, eyebrows raising in questioning.

you huff once again, a few strands of hair blowing with your breath. “guess not.” you mutter in your adorably stubborn way and he finally flashes that charming smile. “that’s right. and for the record, I like it.” he shrugs his shoulders shamelessly, his smile turning smug, telling you he’s about to say something stupid.

you chuckle and roll your eyes, looking away from him. “no, I’m serious. I love it, actually. gives my savior complex somethin’ to do.” you finally laugh, sniffling a few more times until there was no evidence of tears left.

“jus’ wanted to make you dinner, j.” you pout, but your demeanor tells him you’re all cheered up. gave him a scare for a second, worried he wasn’t gonna be able to. “I know you did, princess.” he cooes, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips before adding a quick pinch to your nose with his middle and pointer fingers.

“why don’t you go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, I’ll handle this?” he gestures his head towards the bedroom and you sigh, feeling guilty. “then I think I know somethin’ else I can eat.” he smirks, eyeing you down and just like that, the guilts gone.

“in your dreams, maybank.” you stalk away from him, a teasing smile on your lips as you pull your shirt over your head on the way and he gawks, tonguing the inside of his cheek “every night, baby!”

yeah, he was definitely getting some tonight.

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luversgirl · 5 months

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TO BE SO LONELY, part two

summary: after the pouges forget her special day, y/n meets someone the pouges aren’t too pleased with. (heres part one if you haven’t read it yet)

notes: here is the long awaited pt two, im sorry this took to long. i’m in the middle of finals and im trying to get back into writing (p.s theirs another important note after the fic)

warnings: language?

after the big fight at the chateau rafe drove them to the beach, more specifically the one they first interacted at.

y/n quickly slipped off the helmet and walked towards the water without a word said.

as she got closer and closer she placed the helmet and shopping bag down and continued walking.

“y/n!” rafe yelled trying to catch up.

“y/n!” he yelled again a bit more sternly making her stop in her tracks.

he quickly caught up seeing as he was walking very fast to keep up with her “please talk to me” he softly spoke as he stopped in front of her.

“there’s nothing for me to say” she spoke back clearly lying as many tears rolled down her face.

“you’re allowed to be upset y/n” rafe says placing his hands on her face, wiping her tears away.

“how come everyone forgets me” y/n’s voice cracks as she speaks.

after y/n broke down at the beach rafe thought it would be best for her to stay at the cameron household for the night.

waking up to the sun peaking through out the expensive silky curtains the rougtledge girl rubbed her eyes.

her eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar smell of the sheets she was laying on, turning her body around she saw a sleeping rafe.

she sat up, carefully doing her best to to wake rafe and succeeding.

y/n’s eyes gazed around the room that was clearly rafes. it pleasantly surprised her how organized his room was, the way all his expensive colognes were organized, no laundry on the floor and the pictures of his family and him displayed along the walls.

“good morning” y/n turned to rafe who was now rubbing his eyes as she was minutes before.

“good morning” she smiled as he pulled her closer kissing the top on her head.

“how you feeling baby” rafe asks.

“better now thanks to you” y/n grins looking up at him “what time is it?”

rafe grabs his phone from the nightstand by his side “its 12” he says.

“i have a shift at 1” y/n sighs leaning against rafe.

“can you cancel it?” rafe trys to reason.

y/n chuckles “thats not exactly how a job works, wheres my phone?” she asks.

“under your pillow” y/n reaches for it, hopingit doesn’t explode with messages when it powers on “i also put it on silent so we could sleep through the night” rafe chuckles.

“thank you” y/n smile up at him before checking “jesus christ” she quickly says as she was right about the phone blowing up and

scrolls through all the missed notifications.

“you okay?” rafe asks observing her face.

closing her eyes, y/n takes a deep breath then setting her phone down onto the bed and started to get out of the plush cameron bed.

“woah, woah, woah, where you going sweet thing?” rafe quickly followed now standing in front of her with his hands on each side of her face caressing her soft cheekbones with his thumbs.

“rafe” y/n smiles and tilts her head up looking at the tall boy.

“you know, not all of us can be kooks” sending him a sad smile.

shortly after rafes constant attempts to get y/n not to go to work he accepted his loss in the battle and dropped her off.

she was 2 hours into her shift and nothing had gone wrong yet, but of course she knew something was bound to happen seeing as her brother and his friends new where she worked so it was all just a matter of time.

as soon as her break hits she’s pushing the back door of the the store open for some fresh air only to be met with the pouges.

“what do you guys want” y/n spoke sitting on her usual break bench and gave into her fate.

“i don’t understand why’d you do this to us” john b speaks up first.

y/n eyebrows furrow “i didn’t ‘do’ anything to do” she emphasizes the ‘do’ “not everything is about you bee” using her brother nickname only reserved for her.

“i never said tha-“ john b interjects.

“but thats what you meant, you know i’m actually happy?” y/n humourless laughs then begins to raises her voice “i don’t remember the last time i’ve even been this happy and the second you find out its not in a way you ‘approve’ of you want to try and take it from me”

“we-“ jj tries to interject something else but y/n doesn’t even give him the chance as she grows angrier every time they say something.

“you know he hasn’t bothered you guys in months but you’re all too self absorbed in your fucking shit to even see that and where the fuck was all this when john started dating sarah” y/n’s voice quivers but also grows louder as she stands up “huh?”

“i always supported you and sarah” y/n addresses the young couple making eye contact with the cameron who continued to remain silent “nice to know kindness is a one way street with you guys”

“y/n we never meant to try take away your happiness” kie spits out as y/n starts towards the door.

she turns around to face the pouges “then what were you trying to do?” they all look down at the ground or just stay silent.

“that’s what i thought”

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

my woman ~ jj maybank x reader

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

summary: in the ask! not from season 3 but a close concept. :)

pairing: jj x innocent!fem!reader

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

notes: lowercase intended, this was made late at night and not rlly edited srry if its bad lmao, (jj requests open still)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i don't know jay..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"your girl?" you giggled.

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

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

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luvstarss · 5 days

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Life as a family with JJ maybank

Warnings:None!

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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The Foster Part Ten (Finale)

TW: language. Angst. Perilous situations. Blood.

SUMMARY: Ward comes to silence you, but you won't go quietly.

WORD COUNT: 1500

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Foster Part 10

"Wake up!" You scolded Isabel as she woke with a groan.

"What?! You trying to make a break for it again?" She asked with enough attitude that made your blood boil. Entitled as she had always been, it seemed inflated somehow.

"How the hell did you end up making a deal with Ward Cameron?!" Her eyes narrowed.

"I didn't!"

"I know the area code! I've memorized it since I could remember! Who else would care enough to-"

"It's not always about you, you know! Not that it matters…" She shrugged off your words, pulling her pillow to her chest as you had no choice but to straddle her.

"Whatever deal you made with Ward will end up with you in some body of water as fish food. He isn't going to let you live." But she only cocked her jaw with further pride. Your hands came to her shoulders.

"He is going to kill you, don't you get it?! Three bodies have already been left behind-"You pulled your wrists to view.

"I was locked in some shed-"

"Because you're an ungrateful bitch-You think you're the only one who matters…But I do..He saw Me-"

"Ward Cameron is almost triple your age-"

"Shows what you know! It wasn't Ward- " her eyes narrowed.

"Rafe?" Her brow rose as your eyes fell away in thought.

"Oh my God…"

"Everyone always ignores us…but we won't be ignored anymore." As her phone rang again, you launched towards it, her body quick to fight you. Luckily your strength from adrenaline managed to be victorious. But her lips parted to call to The Warden.

"She's trying to leave again!" This was enough to pull your feet to the carpet. You had a small window to try and leave. And yet each door of the house came open with your Foster siblings reaching out to apprehend you. Your skin brushed as you made it to the base of the steps.

Locks upon locks arranged on your exit. A fire hazard as it may have been, it served its purpose as you pulled it open. Desperation coming in the way you pulled as feet were heard rushing towards you. You managed to get down to one final lock, the key needed now nowhere in sight.

"Shit!" You scolded before a hand came to the door behind you. And yet it didn't belong to one of your siblings or even your emotional instigators. It was a hand you knew well. One you wrapped your touch within as you were pinned within his sheets.

"Trust me…" You nodded as you were taken to a small closet just beside the door. Luckily, John B had entered the house through a loosely borded window that made it appear as an exit for you. For that, everyone decided to leave the door open.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have ever believed anything but you…I was…it doesn't matter. What matters is getting you some here safe…away from here."

"John B…"

"I know…It's Topper…" You hesitated.

"How…"

"Pope and Kiara did a bit of investigating when I was…uh…moping…and found out…But my dad…" Your hands came to his cheeks.

"We'll make Ward pay for it…I promise…"

"Yes. We will. But we have to hurry before-" just as he went to speak his name, his voice was heard just outside the door.

"Search every inch of this house, Topper. And I'll personally guarantee Sarah reconsiders her future with you…"

"Yes, sir…" Topper's feet advanced to the steps as Ward began in the kitchen.

"John B?" You questioned as your hands began at his chest, falling when becoming distracted with the scene. Only to realize something dominant on his hip. Not the usual curve you'd rode prior.

"John B…".

"I have to end this.." his hand came over the butt of the weapon as you took hold of his wrist.

"You aren't a killer."

"I might as well be if I don't stop him…" Before you could stop him, he kissed you. A desperate kiss that fell as more of a farewell before he made himself known.

"I know what you did…"

"John B…we don't have to do this where we'll regret it. We can talk about this-"

"You killed my father! I heard it. The call. Sarah had it. It's why you sent Rafe after her…He shot her!"

"I'll deal with Rafe…but let's talk about this…"

Isabel and Topper stood at the top of the steps, inching down as the youngest of you suddenly realized the reality of the situation, all while you remained concealed.

"Too many people have gotten hurt over this, John B. Your father included-"

John B cocked the gun.

"Sarah…even your little girlfriend…all for money you wouldn't know how to handle…Because I was like you once John B…I know how it can be a lot…So let's say we split it-"

"I'm not making any kind of fucking deal with you…"

"So you're going to shoot me instead then? We both know you don't have it in you…So just-" The gun fired, striking Ward in the shoulder before it jammed. Topper and Ward charged at John B as you searched the closet for something to help. But in the mess came an altercation that sent the gun into the direction of the couch.

"No-nobody move!" Isabel demanded. All eyes fell to her as she held the weapon as it shook in her hands.

"Izzy-"

You revealed yourself from the shadows.

"You don't have to do this-"

"Stop it! I am tired of everyone telling me what to do. You all think I don't know anything because I'm not eighteen…but I'm smarter than you think!"

"I know…you're smart enough to know this is only going to cause more pain…please…Isabel…" her eyes softened as you managed to get a step closer.

"They don't believe in you like I do…" Topper added as her hand wrapped around the hilt, knuckles white.

"Please…You don't want to do this…They are using you…You are better than this…"

"Better than you…" As the fun was pointed towards you, John B broke free from Topper's grasp before pinning you to the ground. The front door flew open to reveal police officers and the other pogues.

"Shit…are you guys okay?" JJ asked as Kiara and Pope helped you to your feet.

"Took you long enough…"

"What?" You looked nervously towards the group of friends.

"I needed Ward to confess, I'm sorry-" you pushed hard on his shoulder.

"He could have killed you!"

"I wouldn't have let him. I had to protect you…" you crossed your arms.

"I can hold my own…" you said as Kiara looked to Isabel.

"This her?" You nodded as Kiara struck her. You believed you owed her for not allowing her to do it in the first place with Sarah. Shaking off her hand, she returns to you as JJ wore a grin of pride.

"With our shared testimonies and the evidence, it's gonna be hard for him to bribe his way out of this one…" You nodded before John B ran his hand nervously through his hair.

"Can we uh, have a minute?" You were left alone with John B.

"I know I have a lot to make up for-"

"Yeah."

His brows raised.

"We can start by pinning Ward Cameron's ass to the wall. Rafe for shooting Sarah…Topper for being involved…"

"I kinda wanted our first date to be somewhere other than a courtroom…"

"I don't remember agreeing to one."

He paused, a hand to your cheek to test your tolerance for him.

"I won't give up until you do…" a gentle kiss was met as you managed to agree to snsolent try between you.

Six months later…

"And the final witness…" The court room went silent. The double doors opened as John B's hand wrapped tightly around yours.

"I've had to be in protective custody away from my son-" Pope, Kiara, and JJ all looked to John B who looked up at the stand. An identifiable pair of glasses validating then once as Big John took the stand against the male patriarchs of the Cameron family. The final nail on the coffin.

"Ward Cameron tried to kill me. He threw my body off of his boat and left me to die. But clearly he wasn't smart enough to check for a pulse." Big John looked to Ward.

"And now I'm here to make sure you answer for everything…"

When the verdict was read out as guilty, a wave of comfort washed over the courtroom on the side that held your friends. But all you wished for was a new beginning.

"Dad, this is-"

"I know who this is." But John offered a steady hand that you shook with conviction.

"My boy treating you right?"

"Y-yes…"

"Better be. Sorry you got dragged into all this. Thankfully its over now…You can go back to being kids…" But as you attracted to follow John B to The Twinkie, you were addressed by a lawyer. The Cameron's layer. The same one who got Sarah emancipated a month earlier.

"Sorry to bother you, I wanted to discuss what you were entitled to…If you were interested…" You looked to John B, a light kss to your cheek before you heard JJ already behind to list all the things he wanted. Your eyes rolled before you looked to him with an eye roll.

In one final moment, you looked back to John B, seeing a genuine smile since you'd first met him. Realizing everything would be alright…

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 years

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Alright you mentioned wanting to write some fluffy John B drabbles so how about 35?

you know that I'm an absolute sucker for brushing through people's hair, so omg, yes, definitely, thank you

the prompt for reference: “Can you play with my hair?”

His head was resting in the crook of your neck, his nose tickling your jaw, his breath against your skin. He wasn't sleeping, but he could've been just as well. You opened a random app on your phone and frantically clicked the reload button.

"It's still not working", you complained, hitting the same symbol again and again and again. Not that you expected anything to happen. "You'd think they'd have fixed it by now, wouldn't you? It's the goddamn 21st century, how come they don't manage to reinstall the goddamn internet on this goddamn lonely ass Island?"

You'd cursed again, just like you'd said you wouldn't, but it was a habit and you couldn't do anything against it, the same way you couldn't do anything against biting your cheeks. Which you, again, were doing despite having said that you wouldn't.

"The storm was two days ago", John mumbled, his words almost unintelligible, their echo creating a pleasant rumble on your skin. You groaned, even though you knew that, of course, he was right. "The Kooks don't mind, so no one's paying for it, which means that we're not getting it back."

You threw your phone onto the bed next to you, making it bounce up again and fall down once more. It could've hit the wall and broken for all you cared right now, it was no good anyway if there was no connection anywhere. Closing your eyes in resignation and defeat, you trailed your fingers up John's bare back.

"Don't chew the insides of your cheek, you know that they'll start bleeding again, you promised me you wouldn't", he muttered.

You had, so you simply hummed and stopped, even though the urge to start again came back too quickly. Instead of responding any further, you dragged your fingertips along his muscles, along his shoulder blades, along his neck. Drawing and writing, pattern after pattern and word after word. He was barely sweating, which was incredible considering how hot and stuffy the air was after the storm. Personally you felt like you were drowning, even though you were barely wearing anything.

"Can you play with my hair?", he asked, lifting his head and propping his chin up on your collarbone to somewhat look at you. You laughed.

"Not a fan of my fingers on your skin?", you shot back, already tugging on the tips of it, though you couldn't hide the grin on your face. He was just too easy to tease sometimes.

A little blush tinted his cheeks.

"Did not mean it like that, you know that! It's just..."

"You like when I'm playing with your hair, I know, yeah." The mischievous grin on your lips turned into a genuine smile. "Lay back down, I will. Gladly. Always."

#john b routledge x reader #john b x reader #john b #john b routledge #obx john b #outer banks #outer banks john b

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