John B Smut - Tumblr Posts
lene we need some 80s slasher JB!!!
ohh shure! he gives creepy summer camp counselor vibes - 80s!slasher!john b
₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, blood, violence, death, threats, slapping, spitting, obsessed!john b - ₊˚⊹
you'd gotten the most perfect job for the summer as a camp counselor at a sleep-away summer camp. after meeting everyone at the orientation you've become close to another counselor who will be working with you, john b.
he was in charge of the boy's cabin and you the girls, and your groups would meet up for activities, bonfires, smores, and lunch. he'd honestly grown really attached to you since you were always doing things together, whenever he'd see you chatting with another guy he'd feel possessive and you weren't even dating! yet john b would also embarrassingly get hard watching you slide down your shorts, staring at how tight your bikini bottoms fit around your ass. he'd spend that night in his cabin jerking off, picturing your pretty body bouncing on top of him, wishing he could grab fistfuls of your ass. he'd finish in his fist all sweaty and out of breath.
you sat at your group's table in the mess hall facing john b's table, both of you making eye contact every few seconds.
when the dessert was ready, each table was called to go pick up their plate of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream. john b's eyes followed your figure as you walked up to the counter, waiting until all the little girls got their slices. one of the guys that was working inside the kitchen, clearly flirting with you, asks if you want some. you decline with a smile but the young man insists, saying he made it himself, he lifts up the fork with a piece of the warm pie and dripping ice cream to your lips. you indulge him by opening your mouth and closing it around the fork, swallowing the desert you widen your eyes and nod. "it's really good!" you smile, the guy's hand reaching out to swipe the little bit of ice cream that stayed on the edge of your lip.
watching this, john b was furious, letting that fucking feed you, touch your lips....
that night, the little girls knock on your cabin door, right next to theirs. they complain that they heard someone scream coming from the mess hall and are too scared to sleep. you tell them it's probably nothing and to go back to sleep, that you'll check it out.
the girls do as they're told and you walk over to the mess hall and walk inside the dark space to see what could have been the noise, hearing some sort of noise coming from inside the kitchen you figure it could be an animal that got inside, you press your ear to the swinging door honestly too scared to actually look inside.
the door then swings open, causing you to stumble back and meet eyes with john b, with blood on his shirt, hands, and on the knife in his hands. you stand there confused...'did he cut himself?' you think, then you see it, through the open door is the pie guy dead on the floor with his blood pooling around his body. john b's hand is quick to cover your mouth before you can scream, "shshsh, you don't need to do that bub, you're fine." he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
you nod your head slowly, chest heaving.
"i'm gonna let go now okay? need you to be quite f'me, can you do that?" he raises his eyebrows and you nod again, he takes his hand off our mouth. "m'gonna need to take your clothes off...got blood on them..." he tells you rather than asks you, he raises the knife and cuts your top up the middle.
"john b? what's going on..." you whisper, clearly scared.
"i can't wait anymore, you drive me crazy, i need to do this." he rambles while tugging off your shorts rather roughly.
"john b did you stab the kitchen b-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss to keep you quiet. he manhandles you over one of the tables and lifts you on top, facing him.
you whine as he brings the knife up to your face.
"don't scream, don't want to whole camp to hear you, n'i don't want to hurt you pup"
you nod, tears spilling down your cheeks as he cuts your panties to get access to your hot messy pussy.
"awww she's so pretty..." he coos, his big rough fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you mewl.
"jombee...i don't wanna...you killed someone!" you shake your head, almost hyperventilating crying.
"hey, nuh uh, stop that." he pats your face to get you to listen to him. you watch as he pulls off his bloody shirt and unzips his shorts and pulls himself out, your eyes widening at the size. "he's not the only one i killed." he looks back into your eyes and you swear your heartbeat sped up and so did the pulsing of your cunt.
"you're a murderer johnbee," you whisper but then gasp when you feel him start to push in, stretching your pussy.
"i know, m'really mean, huh puppy?" he pouts mockingly and pinches one of your nipples making you squeal.
"don't like being mean to you, but when you walk around acting like an angel, when i know you're a little tease...kinda have'ta put you in your place," he grunts, pounding into hard now, you can see the little bulge in your tummy.
"i wasn't! i didn't mean to be! i didn't do anything!" you sob, one hand grabbing onto the table and the other hand gripping his bicep. blood sorta covering both of you from where he had touched you, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look at him.
"wish you could be my good girl right now n'just take. it." he thrusts harder with his last two words. you wish you could scream at how scared you are of him but also at how good it feels.
"open." he grunts, squeezing your jaw a little. you shake your head no as best you can, causing him to let go of your jaw and slap you, making your drooly cunt clench around him. "m'not asking again." he grabs your jaw again, and you open your mouth, and he spits into it making you whine in disgust. "swallow." you do as your told and swallow tears continuing to fall.
"that's how a dumb little doggy gets treated, they get spit on." he grins and pulls out of you, manhandles you off the table, and bends you over, tits and face pressed against the wood.
"nooo...no.." you drool onto the table.
he bends down a bit to be right in front of your ass and spits on your other tight little hole, watching as his spit drips down to your pussy. you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling and sob a little louder.
he stands up straight again and reaches around to pat your sloppy little cunt now covered in his spit, and slides his cock back in.
"s-so gross..." you mewl, making him laugh quietly, bringing the back of his bloody hand up to your face.
"cum around me or i'll smear this on your face, you want that? hmm? some guy's blood on your face?" he threatens. "c'mon..." he bends down to press icky wet kisses to your cheek that instantly make you cum on on him, pulsing and squeezing him as your mind goes dumb. his big hand covering your mouth as you moan.
"there she is, good girl...yeaaah" he praises, thrusting into you more sloppily until he's pumping you full, flooding your poor little pussy.
after a few seconds, he pulls out and uses his tip to smear yours and his cum around your pussy lips.
"here." he hands you his bloody shirt for you to put on knowing it'll cover you enough to get back to your cabin decent, you pull his shirt over your head and make sure it covers your ass.
"we'll talk more tomorrow, okay sweetie? gotta go...clean that up." he tilts his head toward the body. "goodnight kiss?" he bits his lip, squinting his eyes, taunting you. you stand there lifting your head, he leans down to give you one last kiss on your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away. ᥫ᭡
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!!
texting w bf!john b ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷
john b's kisses could make me c!m ya know?
stawp!!! (literally me too!) okay but he knows that it does, and loves to slightly overwhelm you with loveee.
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forcing you into a mating press he has one of your legs on top of his shoulder to press deeper into you. his fat cock feels 1000 times bigger in this position, making you just go dumb off the feeling.
"so pretty like this baby, love you s'much." he slurs, reminding you that he loves you over and over, pounding you into the mattress. your nails digging into your boyfriend's muscles as you whine, knowing you by heart, john b pushes in as deep as he can because that is what makes you melt and go completely cock dumb from the stretch.
"s'so deep jombee, your so deep." you hiccup, tears spilling down your face.
"my pretty brainless baby." he hums, pressing little kisses to your tears.
that's what does it for you, the smell of him, his sweat, his weight on top of you, and the little wet kisses he presses to your cheek. again and again, he makes those little kissy sounds with every wet smooch he presses on your skin instantly making you cum around him. there's a ringing in your ear but you can still hear him faintly groaning in the crook of your neck, spilling his huge load into your spent cunt.
"kisses make you cum, huh bubba?" he almost mocks, but still coming off as sounding sweet. all you can do is shut your eyes and mewl as he rubs your cheek with his thumb trying to bring you back to him.
"yeaaah i know, i know...we'll just stay like this alright? don't have to think about anything just relax, i've got ya."
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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.
i neeeeed john b's big fat dick in my mouth like just for funsies
so do i!!! 🧘🏼♀️
cutie! HIS ARMS! but like do u see the hair down there...mmhm! wanna lick it!
this is so 80s!slasher!jb sneaking into your cabin at night and playing with your pussy...
p!link ⋆˙⟡৻ꪆ
shuuuut upppp baby daddy!john b 💞💞💞💞 like with the stubble and big arms omigodddd!!!
THAT SLASHER JOHN B DID THINGS TO ME LORD mING QRITTING
LOLLLLZ
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᭡
LENEEEE stepbro!john b???? 🎀🎀🎀
OMGGGGG! i haveee an ideaaaaa!!! ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ SMUT!!! ignore any misspellings lol
“m’not whoring around or anything… it's just protection!!” you cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. much to our dismay your stepbrother, john b, found your birth control and he’s not thrilled about the idea that his little step-sis is “running round the cut, getting her tiny pussy filled with other guys' dicks”. you reach for the pills that are held tightly in your stepbrother’s hand, only for him to reach the hand way above your head and walk straight to the bathroom.
“do you bring boys in here? into the house?…do i not give you everything you need? hmm?” he disappointedly sighs, not even looking at you as he opens the plastic and aluminum packet.
“no!! i promise i don’t, please just give it back!” you continue to cry, embarrassed, trying to reason with him to give them back to you.
“hm no, you don’t need these, bub.” he taunts, dumping the little pills in the toilet and flushing them faster than you can plead for him to stop.
“go sit on the bed and wait for me, i need a minute.” john b sighs and puts his hands on his hips like he’s disappointed.
“you're so mean ta’me johnny.” you sniffle, wiping the tears from your eyes as you turn to go back to the room like he told you to.
after a painful spanking, he manhandled you to be face down ass up with your cheek squished against your pink pillow, drool evident on the cloth as your stepbrother stretched out your little pussy on his massive length. his strong hands gripping onto the sides of your hips, doing all the work by slamming your ass against his pelvis.
“hurts!” you whine, wanting to crawl away from him but also sooo far gone, so dumb you really can't focus on making full sentences let alone moving.
“you wanted to take birth control like a big girl, you gotta take it like a big girl.” he tuts.
“jombee you didn’t- put a condom!!!” you mumble into the pillow, “don’t cum inside me please jombee please.” you plea, but unfortunately nothing can be heard except for the low grunts of your stepbrother, the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet sloppy squelching of your hole.
“you’re gonna get me pregnant…” whining, you try your best to muster up some energy to crawl away from his thrusts. but the attempt was fruitless because your stepbrother's grip was just too strong.
“that’s what m’doin bub.”
“you can’t!!”
“can and m’gonna, what’s everyone gonna think when they find out your big stepbro put his little baby in you hmm?” he taunts, smacking your pore little sore ass, making a loud crack sound.
“no more stupid boys chasin' you around that’s for sure…should’ve hidden the pills aaaa-lot better baby,” john b pauses his thrusts and you think that for a second he’s decided you’ve had enough of this punishment when he reaches hand over to your face, slipping his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.
“needed that hmmm?” john b coos, making your pussy still pulsate around his dick,
“mmhm!” you moan as he’s slipping his glossy and slobbery digit out of your mouth and leaning back to continue to pound you into the mattress. as he’s back to thrusting into you your cries and whines start back up, even more so when he slips his thumb covered in your saliva into your ass.
"no!! no more!" you scream into the pillow.
“aaaalmost there baby, almost done…” he grunts, smacking your ass again, this time giving you two harsh smacks. "stay with me sweet girl." he watches as your cunt stretches around him and how your ass jiggles with every thrust, and you just know he’s going to knock you up tonight and there is nothing you can do but take it, helplessly. ᡣ𐭩
lene baby i just wanted to talk ab face sitting with john b, like full on, his huge hands gripping the meat of your thighs and he's just kissing and sucking on your pussy THE DREAMMMM!!! 😩😩
STOP IT! omg yess like 100000% the dream and i just know he's soooo good at it!!!!
like he's grunting sending vibrations to your dripping cunt with every little hump you do, clit bumping against his nose (and you are totally so unaware of doing its just a reflex lol!!)
and everytime you try and lift off of him just a tiny bit he's muffling a 'no' into your pussy and gripping you harder, pulling you almost all the way back down on his face to continue the assault of sucking and kissing ya!! your sweet boyfriend just wants to make ya feel good!! 🥺
"don't wanna hurt you bee...feels- too much!" you whine
and he's lifting you up a little for you to hear him say
"s'okay, daddy's fine, jus' sit on my fucken face baby..."
ofc the little sounds you make also fuel him to bring you to at least 4 orgasms before giving you a mini breakkkk. and when he's satisfied he's flipping you under him to reward you for being so sweet and patient with him. meaning he's gonna heatedly (and sloppily on your part cuz of how tired you are) make out with you, covering your face in your cum lol. 🩷🩷
husband!john b little thoughtsss.....
you loved soft moments like these, your husband holding onto your sweet baby girl. her eyes slowly drooping closed, all safe and sleepy in her dad’s arms, her chubby little cheek pressed against his shoulder. he does this while also multitasking and making some “breakfast-dinner” for the both of you, flipping pancakes with one hand, and my goodness, you could not be more in love with him right now.
you sit there on the table, in nothing but panties and john b’s old t-shirt, taking mental polaroids wanting nothing more than to give that boy a bunch of love, kisses, and kids. you don’t even have to talk or make conversation, both of you are completely comfortable in silence, besides the little noises the baby makes every so often.
and as soon as he helps put the baby down and you both are finished eating the sweet n sticky meal, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and carrying his wife to bed. if you think that man would be too tired coming back from a hard-working job to treat you nice n good then you are soooo wrong. he's opened the window to let the night breeze in and you tangle yourselves in eachothers arms in fresh bedsheets you washed earlier. your husband pulls you under him to kiss you slowly and sweetly in the dim light of your room trying your hardest not to giggle or make too much noise that would wake the baby up. usually, you two would engage in…marital activities but on days like these just being close, being in each other's arms is the perfect amount of intimacy.
“missed you so much,” you whisper between kisses, and john b hums, half-asleep and lovesick.
“I missed you more sweetheart, trust me, but i’m all yours this weekend,” he whispers, you can’t exactly see him due to how low the lighting is but you can feel he’s smiling against your lips.
"no work?"
"nmm mm, get to stay home and take care of my girls,"
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sexilene's kinktober 2024!!! ₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡。
(i like to post my works sporadically so i'm sorry if i don't post the fics in perfect order! but i do promise i'll write them all before oct. 31!)
-if you would like to request one of the obx boys for an empty prompt go ahead!!! (the pink x)
৻ꪆ 01 - 80s!slasher!jj - phone sex
৻ꪆ 02 - john b - virginity
৻ꪆ 03 - jj - cockwarming
৻ꪆ 04 - 2000s!jock!rafe cameron - pussy eating + semi public sex
৻ꪆ 05 - toxic!exbf!john b - spanking + jealous sex
৻ꪆ 06 - rafe - fingering + cum eating
৻ꪆ 07 - buzzcut!rafe - spitting
৻ꪆ 08 - john b - size kink
৻ꪆ 09 - boynextdoor!jj - sex tape
৻ꪆ 10 - ghostface duo john b & jj - double penetration + knife play
৻ꪆ 11 - rafe - fear play + hunting you
৻ꪆ 12 - jj - beach sex
৻ꪆ 13 - stalker!john b - noncon + creampie
৻ꪆ 14 - perv!rafe - panties
৻ꪆ 15 - john b - slapping
৻ꪆ 16 - historyprofesser!john b - daddy kink
৻ꪆ 17 - jj & rafe - threesome
৻ꪆ 18 - pope - dry humping
৻ꪆ 19 - boynextdoor!jj - choking
৻ꪆ 20 - soft!dark!jj - baby trapping
৻ꪆ 21 - boynextdoor!jj - outdoor sex
৻ꪆ 22 - lumberjack!john b - facesitting + beard burn
৻ꪆ 23 - boynextdoor!jj - corruption + praise
৻ꪆ 24 - rafe - lazy kisses (non-sexual!)
৻ꪆ 25 - softdark!60s!jj - taking dirty pictures + branding
(i will be adding more as we get closer to october lol)
xoxo!
LOWKEY JUST WANNA BURY MY FACE IN JOHN B"S BALLS AND SUCK HSI DICK
righttttt!! literally same just wanna suck my boyfriend off.
like being a little sleepy and out of it, just wanting to feel close to him and wanting something in your mouth…
slobbering all over it, kissing his mauve tip and licking up is shaft all sloppy while he just pets your head just looking at you like you’re his world!!!!
thinking ab john b with a sleepy girlfriend....😇😇
yesss omigod!! 🧸💞 let him set a bedtime for you n everything!! (ignore any spelling mistakes sorryyy lol!!)
the pogues had thrown jj a little stupid “luau” birthday party over at the boneyard, and a bunch of people ended up showing up, a night of drinking, sticky s’mores, and messin’ around. even after the sun had set, the partying hadn’t ended, at some point, you’re seated on john b’s lap to keep you from wandering around with people you don’t know. you do this often, situating yourself in his arms and waiting until he’s done with his conversations- really to give you attention. and of course, you are included in the conversations and are normally pretty well-behaved! but with the hour boarding at 10:00 at night it's known that around this time you get frisky and impatient.
usually, you’d be in bed by now, or getting pounded into the mattress by your boyfriend, so it only makes sense that you’d be a little tired and needy. your head lolls into the crook of his neck, eyes beginning to droop closed. and john b takes immediate notice, his hand coming up to pull your top up from any more cleavage or “helping his baby out” as he puts it. your frosty white nails scratching softly skin on his arm, the arm holding you tightly against him.
“can’t believe i’m still up this late…” you whisper, knowing he’d hear you
“neither can i, you're usually passed out by this time.” he coos and presses a kiss to your temple, bouncing you on his leg a bit
you smile at his words, your sleepy brain responding with what you would hope to convince him that you're still awake, aka still responsive enough for sex… “m’ still awake though, s’such a nice party.” yeah? you're slurring a little honey…” he hums,
at some point he can tell you’re starting to get antsy, wiggling so that your cunt could get some sort of friction against his thigh and that’s when he decides it's time to get you home. and as soon as your makeup is off and teeth are brushed he’s carrying you over his shoulder into his room. john b helping you peel off your skirt and lifting your pretty top over your head, knowing that you needed to be absolutely naked at this very moment.
“can we have sex now?” you whisper, big wide puppy eyes staring up at your boyfriend.
“sorry baby but no can do. past your bedtime.” he winces, giving your ass a light pat to get you on the bed.
“whatever happened to birthday sex!?” you pout, climbing onto the messy sheets of the bed, patting the spot next to you so that your boyfriend could get the hint.
“it’s jj’s birthday, not ours.” he laughs and shakes his head, pulling his t-shirt over his head revealing to you his pretty v line and happy trail. your eyes drift downwards waiting for him to strip off his pants next. “well that’s gotta count,” you shrug, laying your head back against your pillow.
“hate to break it to ya bubba but it doesn’t.”
“please!!! i’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life!!” you whine and climb on top of him once he lays down beside you in nothing but boxers.
“okay well, that's a little dramatic…”
“please please please pretty please johnbee!” you grind your now slippery wet cunt on his bulge, making the fabric of his boxers wet with an obvious little spot.
“you sure? it’s- 10:43…you need your beauty rest right?” he tries to soothe your aching by pressing your body down onto him, his big rough hands squeezing the doughy flesh of your ass as gently as he can. “no, wanna make you feel good.” you shake your head and bring your lips over to the side of his neck to give him a bunch of kisses. its is so beyond easy to get him to give in on something like this!!
and the next thing you know you are on top of him, cowgirl style as he helps you bounce on his cock by lifting you up and down by your ribs, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples every now and then to give you a shockwave of pleasure. “big- big- so bi- johnnyyyy” you could almost drool at how massive he feels inside you, no matter how many times you fuck, you could never full be used to the size of your boyfriend's huge dick. he can tell by the way you can’t make full sentences that you're starting to get cockdrunk and on top of that….sleepy.
“you getting sleepy now bub?” john b hums, flicking your nipples with his thumb a couple of times,
“noooo…”
“yeeaah, she’s getting sleepy on me…” he says while he smiles that sweet sleepy smile.
“m’not! wanna keep doin’ this,” “m’i bouncing good?” you shake your head as tears spill out of your eyes, streaming down your face, and john b knows you're not crying because of pain, it's just what happens when you feel really good.
“super good sweetheart, feel like cumming?” he coos, bringing his hands down to grip your ass, and surely there is gonna be some obvious handmark bruising and soreness on your poor pretty ass in the morning.
“uh huh!”
“sh sh sh, just close your eyes puppy, and cream all over me, cover my cock.” john b takes the opportunity that your body is going weak due to your approaching orgasm and thrusts up into you unbelievably harder and deeper. as soon as your boyfriend hears your cute little high pitched moans escape your lips he knows that within seconds your tight walls are pulsing around him, cumming down hard on his dick, and that’s exactly what happens. you can feel his warm cum shoot up into your tummy, smiling at the feeling, knowing your boyfriend pretty much cums bucketssss!!
you hide your flushed sweaty face in the crook of his neck, your hands still gripping his shoulders with ferocity. john b then hears your breathing return to normal, rubbing your back with soft motions.
“did daddy tire his girl out? hmm? finally ready to get some shut eye huh bubba?”
“feel so full right now, wish we could stay like this forever…” john b continues to rub your back and nod at your drowsy mumbling, and you know you could pass out right in this very moment and he’d take care of you.
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how do you think jombee would help you come down from like a crying fit?? i feel like he’d be rlly good at it especially daddy!john b
he’s definitely got that grounding quality, like he just knows exactly how to calm you down.
he always lets you cry for a little bit, just to get your emotions out cause he knows it’s not healthy to bottle it all up. but when you start to get a bit more worked up and tired he’ll start to step in.
he’ll gently manoeuvre you over to the couch or the bed (whichever’s closer) and pull you to lay on top of his chest, putting a blanket over you. he’ll squeeze you real tight, cause his arms are just built for hugging apparently.
lots of kisses and praises like always!! “s’okay to just feel sad sweetie, good that you cried, that’s good for you.” so much reassurance!!
then he’ll feed you and possibly give you a bath if his water bill allows it, then taking you to bed and of course giving you mind blowing sex.