For Obvious Reasons, This Is So Outlaw!johnb

for obvious reasons, this is so outlaw!johnb 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

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

bsf!jj x innocent!reader thoughts

im rewatching season 1 and in the first episode when the pogues are picking up kie, and jj asks “do you have my kinda juice box?” like asking if she brought beer for him and!! it got me thinking like what if jj invites reader to a party and she’s just so sweet! she’s never even tasted alcohol before so jj brings juice boxes for her so she can feel included when they’re all in john b’s backyard around the fire!! he sits beside her and bumps his beer can against her box of apple juice, “how’s the juice kid? see, papa j lookin out for ya, huh?” LIKEEE he knows he’s hot and you get so flustered you just nod and say, “thank you jj” in your soft sweet voice ugh hes in love with you

chappell roan photographed by christian sarkine (@/christian.x on instagram)

your clammy hands reach for the stuffed plush rafe bought you so long ago, squeezing at the poor lifeless thing. something you were absolutely sure you’d feel bad about when you snapped out of the delirious, ‘only rafe’ mindset your boyfriend broke you into.

it was pathetic and shameful, how easily it was for him turn off the switch in your brain. talented and skilled at molding you into a brainless whiny mush who could only focus on getting fucked.

“there you go, there you go. just needed some good dick didn’t you— acting all fussy for it?” he asks, the cockiness that dribbled from each word only dizzying you more. only making you want him more than ever.

a shaky whimper escapes you, your body shuddering in longing for it’s release. “wanna cummm!” you squeal, drawling out the long whine all the while throwing your ass back onto him, balls smacking against your own sticky skin. he hisses at the act, ringed hands squeezing around your hips tighter, holding you in place.

“well.. well you should’ve thought about that earlier yeah? when you were running that mouth?” he reminds, pulling himself back almost fully before drilling himself back in, warm cunt clamping around the intrusion.

a sad and devastating moan from you breaks through the squelching sound of your pussy. the knot in your stomach wishing to come undone. “stop being mean to meee,” you plead in a soft whisper, breath catching in your throat. “said i was sorry daddy,” you add, feeling like pure putty underneath him.

“too late for that bambi, too late.” rafe grunts, jaw slacking open when his cock twitches inside you.

he continues to push your limits, proceeding to make your ache for relief worse as one hand droops down to rub at your clit thoughtlessly. your shut your eyes tightly and let out a loud groan, legs shaking. “mmph! too much,” you wail pitifully, eyebrows scrunching together— lost in the bliss.

“cmon, tell me you can take it, i’ll stop right here.” he hums, adjusting you slightly to arch you more, trying to dig himself in you even further. “ohh,” you pout instead, whining only in playful resistance. “come on, speak up.”

you take a deep shaky breath, your need to please taking over. “can take it,” you mewl, leaky hole swallowing him like no tomorrow as his fingers work you up to a greater extent.

he slows gently, lifting one foot on the bed to inch himself closer to you — hot breath fanning over the back of your neck before pressing his lips down for a kiss. “good girl.”

ummmm can we talk more about john b putting a leash/collar on pup!reader...... the thought of him having her sit on her knees and stick her tongue out while he tugs the leash forward has me feral

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this was a new step to your relationship, one that meant you put full trust in john b that he would love and care for you on a level deeper than you ever thought.

the collars simple, it's not even a traditional collar really--a simple braided necklace he made himself with all your favorite colors, a little engraved heart shaped pendant that read property of john b routledge in plain font.

you were kneeling in front of him in anticipation, nothing on but that pretty collar as you waited for his instruction.

the outline of his thick cock was straining against his shorts and your mouth watered at the thought it's weight again your tongue, but you knew you had to be patient.

"open that pretty mouth for me pup." john b looked at you with those soft brown eyes, a slight smile on his face as he tapped your lips with his finger.

eagerly you do what he says, letting out a soft exclamation when he pinches your tongue between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulls it out your mouth.

"you were so good today you know that?" slowly he began to rub his finger against the pink muscle, making you whimper and drool in anticipation. whenever he praised you like this, you knew you were in for a treat and given how quickly he was pulling himself out his shorts you knew now was no exception.

"i think you deserve a treat," he softly tugs your towards his crotch more, you have no choice but to crawl closer--collar quietly jingling" until your head was in his lap, "go on now, s'all yours."

that was all you needed to engulf him in your mouth with a moan the second the earthy taste of him flooded your mouth. you worked his girth length down your throat as best as you can and john b made no secret of how much he enjoyed it--moaning and grunting with each wet suck.

your head was practically empty, your thoughts only of john b and his heavy cock and the desire to taste him cum filling your mouth.

"go down, all the way, fuck you're gonna make me cum."

you give him your all--spit drooling down your chin and over his heavy sack, you fight the urge to bring them up to your searching tongue peaking past your lips because he didn't say you could touch him yet, but you can't help but rock your hips in search of some friction.

"shit, shit, stay right there, stay there, goddamn." he lets out a loud grunt as he cums, his brown curls spilling over the back of the couch while he holds your head down and continues to fuck your face.

each spurt of hot cum down your throat makes your eyes flutter knowing you've made him feel good. you so deeply float into a hazy space you don't notice him pulling you off and lifting you into his lap.

"woah there, still with me?"

you nod in affirmation, burrowing yourself into his bulky chest.

"you're a real good girl pup, you know that." john b brushes a palm against your sweaty cheek and kisses your face until your eyes are more alert and you're giggling, "can't lose you just yet, i want you conscious when i fuck you."