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The Crab Net

John B Routledge x reader

Authors Note: I dont think I put any pronouns but make sure to let me know if I did!

“JB!” you yelled opening the screen door to the Chateau. “JB? JJ?” you asked while you could hear a faint “Hmn?” from JJ’s room. “Do you know where John B is?” you asked holding onto the door frame of JJ’s room only for him to groan and open one eye before slamming his head back into the pillow. “Well tell me if you see him cause we’re supposed to go fishing today,” you said while walking out of the room. Hearing a thump followed by a half-dressed JJ as he stumbled out of his room barely awake. “JJ what are you doing?” you asked while he started going through the hall closet. “Going fishing with you and John B,” he said while you walked over and shut the closet door. “JJ you are super hungover, you smell like ass and look like you haven’t slept in a week even though it’s- 11:45,” you said glancing at your phone while he slumped and plodded back to his room as the back door opened. “Hey! There you- are” John B said passing JJ with a confused look. “I was in the back getting the boat ready, I just gotta grab my bag them I’m ready to go” he said with a dorky smile while pulling you in for a quick hug. Grabbing your bag and one of John’s sun-faded hats off the coffee table for yourself, you started walking towards the boat.

While you stood shoulder to shoulder with him while you both stood patiently waiting for a bite, your line suddenly jerked forward almost pulling you off the boat. Hastily throwing his rod behind him while his line was still in the water, he grabbed your waist to steady you while you battled it out with your line. Finally reeling in your line, John B laughed at your catch while you went into shock. “A crab net,” you said in disbelief while John only smiled “Hey, at least it’ll be easier to catch ‘em now,” he said while wrapping an arm around you to slightly shake your shoulders “Like look at the size of that thing! He said in disbelief now that he was able to get a good look at it with you safely on board. “Should we keep fishing?” you asked while he now reeled in his rod that was left on the bow “Maybe” he said humming “Did you bring any food?” he asked admiring the view while you were bent over the cooler bag “No,” you sighed while straightening up “Should we just drop by the Wreck?” you asked while he smiled tossing you the keys “Your paying”.

Walking into the Wreck after leaving the boat at the docks, you both grabbed a table near the window while you waited for someone to come take your order. “Now what can I get you two lovebirds?” a girl a few years older asked while you and John looked at each other in surprise. “We’re-” “We’re not dating” you finished for John while the girl just laughed and took your order. “Well that was weird,” John said with an awkward chuckle while he scratched his neck “I guess,” you said with a laugh while John looked down at the table “Would it be weird though?” he asked while now looking you in the eyes. “Um… No?” you said hoping he wouldn’t yell April fool even though it was mid-August. “Okay then,” He said sending a grateful smile to the waitress who had dropped off your order. “This can be our first date,” he said stealing one of your fries while you stared in shock wonding how this had happened. (Not that you were complaining)

jj maybank text post meme

me n jombee

me @ john b

spring nails for reader with the obx boysss!! 💗💗

john b's girl

jj's girl

pope's girl

rafe's girl

hi lene, i'm obsessed ur 80's!obx au anddd i need more, anything!! 💜

also can i be the 💜 anon? thank uuu!!!

i woke up pissed at rafe idk why! thats so silly but anywayssss i will prob do something for slasher!johnbee now...😇😇

i had to re-do this bc tumblr is being sooo weird!

lene's fairytale girls ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃

fairy!reader -

ᥫ᭡ fairy!reader- she’s jj’s girl! she’s quite social, ditzy, sweet but a bit sassy, quite stubborn and very ‘yappy’. she’s very good at making things like her own clothes, blankets….like 'tinkering’. loves running around the grass and finding little flowers to press into a journal or just to keep around the house. floral everythinggg, loves sweets for breakfast, baking, carnivals, cotton candy, big hair rollers, sparkly lip gloss, platform sandals, natural hair, , annoying jj, kissing jj, being practically always on top of her poor boyfriend lol.

princess!reader

ᥫ᭡ princess!reader- is without a doubt a rafe girl. she’s no bimbo but is a bit ditzy at times, she is kind, organized, honest and just a tiny bit posh…she likes going to pilates, rose petal facials, going shopping, romance fairy tale movies and the 2000s barbie movies, pink mani-pedis, flower gardens, cupcakes, bath bombs, walk-in-closets, satin dresses, going out to dinner with rafe, basically following him around and loving how he worships her!

mermaid!reader

ᥫ᭡ mermaid!reader- is a john b girl, she is curious, sweet, quite sleepy, affectionate, empathetic and sensitive. she has a job at the aquarium and she of course loves the ocean, collecting seashells, ice cream, sun tans and body shimmer, thrifting, exploring, tropical flowers, farmer’s markets, baths, sleeping n cuddling with john b…and ofc lovesss her boyfriend cause he’s just so yum

enchantress!reader

ᥫ᭡ enchantress!reader- she’s pope’s girl, she’s a bit shy but once brought out of her comfort zone is really magnetic. people fall in love with her at first sight! she’s smart, amazing with animals, loves the moon, looong hair and surprisingly really persuasive. she loves ice teas, fun nail sets, crystals, baby animals, glitter eye shadow, diy face masks, scented candles, rainy nights and studying with pope ofc. honestly doing anything with him makes her happy.

HI!!! how do you think that mermaid!reader met John b?

ooooh! ⋆.ೃ࿔:𓇼⋆.ೃ࿔:⋆

they'd have met while she was working at the aquarium and he's there to drop off the fish he caught bc...that's how he gets paid lol.

john b sees her and is like instantly in love and doesn't realize she's now come up to him and started talking to him.

"how do you always bring this many fish in? you must have really great technique!" smiling brightly at him with big eyes, and he's like

"uh, nah...j'us you know normal stuff..." all awkward, trying not to blow it.

"you smell like sea, like salty n fishy!" you beam and he's now like

"shit, sorry-"

"no! no! i like it, it's manly, like you been out at sea, working hard on a boat." you assure him, he doesn't know what to say but is heart is beating like soooo fast, he's got a crushhhh!!!

heyyy lene you know that like mermaid lipgloss from like the late 2010's okay well imagine mermaid!reader puts some on before giving john b head or something and he likes it smeared and shiny all over his cock!!! ughhhh!!!

i miss that kinda stuff! - mermaid!reader

"what's that?" john b walks into the room to see you leaning to look at yourself in the mirror to apply the new lip gloss you bought. 

"it's my new lip gloss, you like it?" you turn back around and smile to show him your iridescent mermaid lip color. 

"very pretty baby." he nods

"can i try something?" 

"sure..." he nods again, this time a bit confused. next thing he knows you are on your knees tugging his shorts down to pull his dick out of his boxers.

"oh-! you sure you wanna do this now bub?"

you grip his thick cock and look up at him through your lashes, nodding once then licking his pretty mauve tip.

"oh-ohkay, fuck you are so pretty when you do that..." he breathes out, and one of his hands grips your hair, pulling it so that your face is closer to his dick. 

"'m gonna ruin my lip gloss and leave it all over your cock, it's gonna be so shiny and-" he cuts you off by tugging your hair again making your lips rub against his tip. 

"don't be a tease, spit on it. " he breathes out watching as you look up at him, kissing his tip to tease him further then taking him into your mouth, leaving it all wet and sloppy with your saliva. 

"my little mermaid's got such a pretty mouth, look at that, you left my tip all glittery," he grunts, tugging on your hair again lightly. 

"s'so pretty jombee" you babble, a string of spit connecting from his tip to your lips. 

"open. i'll be gentle..." 

you open your mouth for him, pushing it in and closing your lips around his thick shaft.  

"suck on it for me, show me how good you do it bub." he coos, seeing that his length in your mouth has caused tears to brim your waterline. 

you bat your lashes up at him and start sucking on him sloppily, your lip gloss now ruined, all over the sides of your mouth and on his dick. 

you moan around him which causes him to groan as well, you grip his meaty thighs as you slobber all over him. 

"sooo sloppy..." he smiles, the other hand smoothing over your messy baby hairs. 

"mmhmmhm," you whine around him, loving his taste on your tongue. 

"sh sh, you're fine." he nods and pulls your hair again to pull himself out of your mouth making you whine again. 

"don't whine," he shakes his head scoldingly, "im gonna give it to you baby."

you pout when you realize he's gonna smear his cum on your lips, he groans, spilling the warm white cum on your mouth, nudging his tip against your top lip while doing so. 

"there, now that lip gloss is just as pretty bubba." he smiles, satisfied with the sticky mess dripping down your lips and chin. 

i should find some and buy it honestly!! all of the too faced stuff from back then was sooo cuteee!!

rafe is my mr. big and john b is my aiden

LUV my husbands!!!

texting w bf!john b ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

i remember u once talked about how much u loved the 80s AND GIRL SO DO I!!! what cars would each of the80s!obxboys drive?!! 🥰

OMIGOD! i'm gonna say that all the boys could afford their cars/were passed down by their dads.

rafe would def have a 1984 ferrari testarossa like in miami vice, he just thinks its the coolest thing ever and makes him look rich n hot. (probably seriously looooves miami vice and will mansplain it to you) it is a really sexy car though!!!

jj would probably have a 1970 ford truck passed down by his dad or used by both of them, he's honestly fine with it because "there's pleeenty of room in the back for ya know..." he swings by your house every morning to pick you up, all the neighbors knowing its that maybank kid cause he's always blasting some wild 80s rock like motley crew or something that would definitely be annoying at 8 in the morning.

i feel like he'd also somehow want/have a 1985 ford ranger XTL if he could afford it, like he found a way to rack up all this money to get it, he just thinks its sexy and cool and you are like the car you already have looks the same...

john b would have a 79' ford bronco, definitely passed down by his dad or one that they both kinda share. he's pleased with it since he can still drive his friends around if needed and also has plenty room in the back for chillin' out with you if you catch my drift...

pope would probably also have something passed down from his parents from back in the 70's like a 1977 oldsmobile cutlass supreme, i feel like he's rather fine with it as well, like its a sexy looking car that works just fineee!!! he's practical and if it ain't broke then why fix it!

though i do feel like a dream car of his would be a 1986 acura integra...

MORE 80s SLASHER JOHN B!! PLEASE I BEG

YESSS OFC!!! (sorry about any misspellings, ignore em lol!)

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - pinv, slight gaslighting, violence, death, spanking, drowning, dark!john b but also kinda sweet john b in a concerning way lol- ₊˚⊹

john b watched you from afar, sitting on a picnic table in the shade making yarn bracelets with some of the kids in his group, his eyes never leaving your figure for more than a few seconds. you were chatting away with one of the other counselors and a few of the little girls in your group. the little girls were teasing you and the guy, richie, by asking if you were boyfriend and girlfriend and to "kissss" each other.

"no way am i kissin' him! i happen to think that boys are pretty gross don't you think?" you smile playfully, placing your hands on your hips.

"awwe come on! i'm not gross am i?" richie pretends to be offended and places his hand over his heart, making the little girls giggle.

"mm hmm, you sure are!"

you squeal when richie suddenly lifts you over his shoulder and walks towards the shore of lake like he's going to throw you in. john b decides that's enough and jogs over before richie can throw you in. 

"hey man, put her down…wouldn't want any accidents right? the nearest emergency room isn't for a few miles, and the camp hasn't got the best first aid." john b warns, squinting his eyes and tilting his head, almost like he's implying something else.

"we were just kiddin' around johnny!" richie laughs as he sets you down, your feet touching the sand again.  john b clenches his jaw at the nickname and nods like he understands.

"s'alright johnbee, got him just in time!" you smile, trying to relieve the tension between the clearly upset brunette and the cocky red head.

"alright girls! how about we go see if we can use the finger paints now?" you ask the group of little girls who nod and agree, two of the girls taking your hands and leading you back up the hill, leaving john b and richie there.

the next morning, the older kid group and their counselor decide to use the canoes for a morning activity. as they make it out onto the lake one of the kid's ores smacks against something causing all the kids to look at the water. the boy in the front then points to the object, yelling out a loud "HOLY SHIT!". there, floating face up, is richie's blue, dead body, with some froth present around his nostrils and mouth. 

you stand outside with the other counselors in pajamas after keeping all the kids away from the area and doing activities elsewhere. the paramedics take richie away in a body bag and your heart sinks, john b stands behind you, the warmth of his body and just the smell of him somehow calming you down a bit.

"what do you think could have happened to him?" you look up at john b with wide teary puppy eyes, worried he might have something to do with it since the…incident. 

"i dunno sweetheart, he must have gone out for a late night swim, probably accidentally drowned…" he wraps his arm around your front and you bring your hand up to place over his.

"let's hope we can get through the summer without the parents pulling their kids out," he whispers. 

"johnbee?"

"hmm?"

"you didn't- you know…" he just sighs and attempts to pull you back into his embrace, but you won't get any closer until he answers your question. when he only looks at you and doesn't say a word you start to walk away from him, and back to your cabin, confused and frustrated. but of course that doesn't go well with him, he won't tolerate you walking away from him like that, so he follows you and enters your cabin room behind you and shuts the door.

"lisetn to me, hey hey, look at me. i know you might still be a little scared of me but you don't need to be. okay?" he starts off gently, trying to level with you as calmly as he can be.

"ohkay…" you sigh and turn to look at him, you really don't want to have this conversation with him right now after being overwhelmed with so many things happening at once.

"i'd never do anything to hurt you, m'just trying to keep you safe that's all."

"i know…" you whisper

"good. that's why i do the things i do…i have a responsibility to watch out for these kids and when i think someone is dangerous then-"

"i don't want to hear you say it…" you interrupt him and shake your head with tears springing at your waterline. john b knows how you get when you feel conflicted or rather overwhelmed, he's seen it before when you get stressed while dealing with the kids.

"okay, alright…hey c'mere," he pulls you into a hug, his bulky body effectively enveloping you as you press your cheek to his chest.

"you really scared me that night-"

"didn't mean to bub, i promise not to do that again." he sighs, shaking his head though you can't see him.

"i really liked you."

"liked?"

"i- still do, s'just that-" you ramble.

"hey hey stop, breaaathe…breathe for me. let's do something okay? something to calm you down a little, y'gonna let me do that for you?" he soothes, bending down to meet your teary eyes. the minute you make eye contact with him you nod.

"words." he chides, needing to hear you confirm that you wanted it.

"yes, yes john b.." you whisper shyly.

"'m gonna take these off, aaand these pretty panties," he whispers gently, taking you through what he is currently doing. sliding down your little pink sleep shorts and white cotton panties, the fabrics pooling around your feet. john b then takes off his loose-fitted cropped sleep shirt and tosses it to the side, nodding his head over to your bed. he takes your hand and guides you over, taking a seat and lifting you up onto his meaty thigh.

"just gonna sit you on it and its gonna relax you alright?"

"its not gonna fit,"

"fit last time." he laughs through his nose and pulls himself out of his plaid pajama pants, you looked down at his dick, much bigger than you remembered and your cunt already began to clench around nothing. picking you up like nothing, you wrap your arms around his neck, john b impales your drippy wet cunt on his huge cock. the stretch making your eyes roll back momentarily and muffle you your cries on the skin between his shoulder and neck

"shshsh, its in, its in…" he coos, rubbing your back. "just turn your brain off bubba."

as soon as he can feel that you've relaxed and adjusted to his size he starts to move your hips back in forth with a gentle grip of his huge hands.

"i did kill riche, i had to do it to protect you baby…it's my job." you mewl at his confession and clench around his dick, earning a low groan out of him. he knew you wouldn't really register what he was telling you but at least he wouldn't feel guilty since he did just tell you the truth.

"jus' don't want you to hurt me," you whine.

"never, never…love you so much," he assures you, now using his strength to bounce you up and down slightly.

"don't gotta think about anything bub, just let me do all the work." he looks down and the bulge that presses against your lower stomach, making him hiss and squeeze the meat of your ass roughly.

"reall-really like you jombee…" you cry, tangling your fingers into the back of his hair, trying to keep yourself grounded as he bounces you on his fat cock.

"need to hear you say you love me, baby." he grunts, smacking your ass cheek harshly.

"love you, love you somuch, i really wanna cum please!" you squeal as he continues to use your sloppy wet pussy.

"i know bub, whenever you want, m'right there." john b stops bouncing you and lets you sink back down on him fully, then presses his thumb down hard on your clit. you mewl out pathetically as you cum and pulse all over him until he fills you up from just feeling you cum on him.

"fuck, so pretty, my pretty puppy." he smiles and presses a wet kiss to your cheek and wipes away the tears that happen to fall down your face.

"y'feel better now? hmm?"

"mm hmm…" still seated on him, leaking cum around the base of his dick, you hazily drop your cheek on his shoulder.

cutie! HIS ARMS! but like do u see the hair down there...mmhm! wanna lick it!

shuuuut upppp baby daddy!john b 💞💞💞💞 like with the stubble and big arms omigodddd!!!

💞🌸💗💗🧁🌸💞💞💞

baby daddy john b with your cute chubby little baby ahhhhhh!!!

thinking about raising your voice at johnb and he's putting you in your place...🤐🤐🤐

yessss yummmm omgggg!!!! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ warnings!! (pa!nal, orgasm denial, spitting, gagging, threats of spanking!!) ignore any misspellings lol sorry!! 🧁

when your boyfriend decides to punish you for stepping out of line he intends to see it through, most times he’s quite gentle about it, and other times he can be reaaally mean which basically means that he doesn’t give in to your whining and pouting. sure you were most likely just stressed or overwhelmed but in his eyes, that's no excuse for lashing out at him especially when you and john b had been working on using your words or expressing yourself through gentle physical gestures like hand holding, hugs, lap sitting, thigh humping…

this time around you had raised your voice at him during a seemingly normal conversation about what to eat for dinner which then somehow evolved into an argument about you being a little too friendly towards the guys you were attending to at your job.

“i hear what you're saying baby, but i hope you can see how i interpret it when those assholes put their hands on you or-or when you smile at them n’ lead em’ on.”

“no, you’re the asshole!! i’m was not leading them on i was just doing my job…but i can’t do my job if you come rushing in like some prince charming, i don’t need you to do that!”

“doing your job and flirting are two different things bub.” your boyfriend raises his eyebrows almost like he’s warning you to choose your next words wisely. completely disregarding the warning, you fire back at him.

“you could have gotten me fired! i hate you!” you shout, walking away from him and heading for the bedroom to slam the door. he knows you don't really mean it when you use those words with him but how else will you learn that speaking to him that way is just so disrespectful! not when he does everything to make sure you are happy, safe, healthy, and dicked down when you 'neeeeeded' it!

“no hey! take that back!” he growls, grabbing onto your wrist tightly to keep you from storming away further. when john b doesn’t get the answer he was expecting he decides enough is enough and picks you up n' throws you over his shoulder to take you into his room. “fine, you wanna be a brat? be a brat.”

next thing you know, your boyfriend's got your panties pulled down and he’s pushing his cock into your tight little ass without any prep. you gasp as he’s sitting you on it, “no! no more! m’sorry! i don’t wanna!” you cry and protest the punishment, digging your nails into the arm that is keeping your back pressed against his chest, sitting on his bed, split on his monster dick.

“mmm nmm, don’t wanna hear it now.” john b huffs from behind you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head. he brings his other hand down to play with your clit and give your pussy little slaps.

“said- i was sorry!” you whine, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“nope, lost your privilege to speak a while ago…” he brings his bandana up to your mouth and gags you with it, and you know better than to try and spit it out.

“such a spoiled princess, go on bubba, cry on my fingers.” he coos, now starting to finger open your sopping wet pussy with two of his insanely thick fingers. tears stream down your face, drooling and whining into his bandana in your mouth.

“so spoiled,” he groans, trying his hardest not to thrust up into your tight hole as he’s fingering you. the warmth of his body envelops you, his strength and size overwhelm you with emotions. just being close to him like this makes you want to take back every mean thing you’ve ever said to him no matter how justified.

"thaaaat's it, baby," he whispers when he hears how embarrassingly loud the sounds of wetness your cunt makes with each in-and-out motion of his fingers. “you hate me?” he asks knowing full well you couldn’t answer back with words.

“mmmph!” you shake your head and whine, gripping his big arms, nails digging into his skin. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over and all you can do is sit with his cock in your ass and take it, drooling on the fabric in your mouth.

“yeaaah i know, we don’t talk to daddy like that do we?” he coos again this time a little more condescendingly, pressing wet kisses to your cheek repeatedly. you shake your head ‘no’ and continue to chase your orgasm on his fingers. and just about when you are about to cream all over his fingers from how hard the rough pads of his fingers are rubbing your clit, he slips his fingers out of your aching pussy and stops rubbing your clit.

“mmmph!” you cry as loud as you can into the gag.

“s’a punishment bubba, can’t let ya cum.” he sighs and presses a few more kisses to your cheek. he doesn't exactly enjoy denying you in any way but he had to stick to being 'mean boyfriend' to teach you this lesson. finally, he takes the bandana out of your mouth, revealing a string of drool connecting the cloth to your lips.

“you ever talk to me like that again n’ i’ll stuff a dildo in your ass and give you a good hard spankin’ you understand me?” he whispers and grabs your face with his big hand squeezing lightly “answer me please baby…”

“i understand…” you croak out quietly, brows furrowing at the throb of your puffy cunt and the stretch of his dick still inside your tighter hole.

“gooood girl, so proud of you,” john b switches back to being a little nicer to you and brings that hand from your face to your waist, holding you gently. “wanna get up now? no- okay that’s fine, we can just stay here for a sec.” ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡