#john b fic

[prettyyangelll]

John B Routledge

your kind boy! he is always read to help you and be the very best boyfriend he could possibly be. right?

John B x puppy!reader

any other requests or any other characters added to John B will be much appreciated!

[prettyyangelll]

Heyy, so I have a request for John b x Puppy!reader and she has been a tease all day licking her ice cream slow, tongue out being a total menace cause why not! Amd John b is over it and he pushes her down onto her knees tells her to open and undoes his belt one handed because its soooo hot and he face fucks her then he spanks her?

ofcccccc, this was a little knew but I kinda like puppy and john b. I think they are cute together. but ofc only when puppy wants to listen 😪

john b was a pretty smart guy. but this? he didn’t think it thru. watching you kitten lick vanilla ice cream and smear it all over your lips? It didn’t help that the soft ice cream closely had similarities to his cum. your tiny shorts that you should have let go years ago and your bright pink bikini top?

you sat on the bench kicking your feet back and forth. you were to short to have your feet touch the ground. talking about your newest obsession, a tv show John B knew nothing about and the amount of times you have said something about it still made no sense to him.

“So, she is going back and forth between two brothers?” John B asked trying to focus on you and not the way your tongue liked up the creamy substance. resembling so much of his seed and the way you look when his covered your mouth with his cum.

“Kinda, not sure though. Do you want some?” You had asked as you shoved the cone in his face. He had said he didn’t want anything but you didn’t really care. You loved sharing and definitely when it came to your boyfriend.

“No it’s all yours” John B said as he scooted closer to you and kissed the side of your head. he draped his arm around the back of the bench. not touching you but enough to let the guys know around you that you were taken.

You contuined to ramble on as you looked around. You swung your feet, too short to be able to touch the ground and living in your own world. You didn’t even notice that you were attacking the guys around you. Some would smile and watch the way you would lick the ice cream. So innocent. So pure. To pure. Way too pure. John b noticed this, you of course did not.

“Stop eating the ice cream like that” John B said firmly. Hoping the warning would get your attention enough to stop. you looked over at him and furrowed you eyebrows completely confused. What were you doing wrong?

“Why?” You asked as the white substance coated your bottom lip like it was lip gloss. The pig tails in your hair didn’t help. You were just attracting males all around you. But you were just enjoying your sweet treat like you were told.

“just listen to me” john b said, he didn’t want to get into heavy details it wasn’t worth it. You didn’t need to know. You looked down and liked off the ice cream on your hand that was dripping. The male that sat on the bench right across from you guys had fixed his pants and smiled. That was enough for John b. “Let’s go” John b said, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” You asked as you struggled to keep up and hold the ice cream in your hands that you had dropped it on the ground. “John b!” You whined as you were dragged away from your dropped ice cream.

“Get in” John b said as he pulled you along and opened up the sliding door so you could hop in. You got in and sat on the seat and crossed your arms. You were so confused and upset about your ice cream. John b had sat next to you and pushed you on your knees infront of him.

“My ice cream” You whined as you looked up at him. Your pretty wet eyes. he held his hand to your face and you leaned into him. he stuck his thumb in your mouth and you instinctively started to suck on it. That always calmed you down when you were upset.

“Yeah puppy? You’re so upset over your poor ice cream?” John b asked as he felt his pants get even tighter. He was waiting for this hug he coudknt help the fact that so many guys were staring at what was him. “What did daddy tell you?” John b asked, he told you to stop eating the ice cream like that and you didn’t listen.

“not eat ice cream like that” You said as you whined as John b pulled his thumb away from your mouth. you didn’t know what you were doing wrong, it wasn’t your fault you needed a explanation 24/7.

“Yeah baby? And what did you do?” John b asked as he looked down at you. Ready to just shove his cock in your mouth and let you take all of it.

“kept on eating it” you mumbled, you knew you were being a bad puppy and bad puppies get punished. you squeezed your legs shut to feel more friction down there as you watched as John b took his hand and undid his belt and one slick motion and pull out his hard cock.

you practically jumped up at the way it sprung out. You moved your head closer and you went to move to grab his hard cock. John b slapped your hand away and stroke his cock for a few pumps.

“Not yet, you’ve been a very bad girl and now your gonna sit here like a good girl and take my cock. Can you do that?” John b asked, you nodded your head. Your mouth watered at the look of his hard cock and his pulsing tip. You needed that in your mouth as much as possible.

“please daddy” you whined as you moved your head closer to his cock. he smiled as he held the base of his cock in his hand and pushed the tip into your needy mouth. you took him whole, you bobbed your head up and down on the base of his cock. gagging as the tip slammed in the back of your throat.

“Just like that baby” John b said as he grabbed the back of your hand shoving your head down even farther. He pulled your head back and slapped you across the face. “you like that huh puppy? daddy being rough with you?” John b asked and before you could even answer he quickly shoved your head back down.

John b couldn’t help himself but jerking his hips forward into your mouth to take him even more. John b didn’t have the biggest cock in the world but it was fat enough to make your mouth stretch around him, and just enough to make you cum over and over again.

you could feel John b balls tighten up under him as he contuined to shove his cock deeper into your tiny pretty mouth. “Just a good fucking puppy” John b groaned as he leaned his head back. “Daddy’s gonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours”

those simply words made your toes curl and you clench your dripping hole with pure need. you couldn’t help but bob your head faster wanting to to pleasure him so he could give you thr ultimate praise. you knew you were being a bad girl and you wanted to make up for your actions.

you felt his warm cum hit the back of your throat, you rolled your eyes back and swallowed eagerly not letting a single salty thick substance drop out of your mouth. you let go of his cock and showed john b your tongue. he smiled and grabbed the back of your head and pulled you over his lap with your ass in the air.

“daddy’s not done with you let. you still were a bad puppy” John b said as he rubbed and squeezed the tight flesh of your ass. you felt your thighs clench. trying to get any friction down there for your needy hole.

He delivered a sharp spank to your left cheek. you whined in pain as you felt him continue to deliver harsh blows on your tiny ass. The more he did the more red your ass got and the more wet you got. You could feel the tears prickle in your eyes so much that when he was done you turned around seeking for comfort.

“daddy had to do that baby. he doesn’t like hurting his pretty girl. but you need to be punished. did you learn your lesson?” john b asked as he wiped your wet cheeks and looked down at you. you nodded your head as you snuggled deeper into his warm body.

[prettyyangelll]

Request for John b: puppy reader being bratty so John b puts her in her place

Bad Puppy | John B x puppy!reader

summary: John b wasn’t paying attention to you and wouldn’t even let you do anything you wanted! it wasn’t your fault you became a brat

warning: crying reader, bratty reader, dom John b, spanking, hair pulling, punishment, bending over the lap, daddy kink

maybe it was hot? maybe it was because John B said no to pancakes this morning? or maybe it was because he didn’t let you go outside to catch frogs after it rained because he knew you would be soaked and muddy. but you weren’t in the best of moods.

it was a quiet rainy day at The Chateau, you were sitting on the couch pouting. everything you had wanted to do today John b had told you no! what more could you take? you had your arms crossed your chest as you looked outside.

the rain was slowly falling down, the house was quiet and it brought the soft smell and the noise which had somewhat calmed you down. but you still weren’t in the best mood. for it raining it was still hot.

“whatcha doing pup?” John b asked as he sat down next to you. you didn’t even bother to acknowledge him. you still were mad at him. you were wearing on of his shirts, you were just wearing panties and some fuzzy socks. “What? You not gonna answer me?” John b asked as he tapped your shoulder.

You huffed and turned your body more to the opposite direction. you leaned over on the arm rest of the couch and looked outside as the rain began to beat down harder on the house.

“You still mad at me for not letting you go outside?” He asked you. You nodded your head. you just wanted to catch frogs and you didn’t see the problem with that which made you mad. You knew you were being a brat but you didn’t care.

“Yes” You huffed, John B found your act cute. he always did. which made you more mad because of it. John b rarely got angry at you. unless you were being to much of a brat and you deserved a punishment.

the punishments were always so bad, maybe a spanking? No cock for a couple of days? orgasm denial for hours, or just flat out ignoring you. that was the worst. you hated being ignored. it hurt your little heart and you brain couldn’t handle it.

“you can’t get what you want pup. you gotta learn to listen to the word no” John b said as he gave you a tiny pinch on the thigh and pulled out his phone. you turned around and looked at him interested in what he was doing.

“don’t care” You mumbled as you looked at him. you were still angry. lately he wouldn’t let you do anything and you didn’t like it. he was stressed about his dad and the gold and he was taking everything out on you.

“Yeah? You need to watch that attitude pup before I do something about it” John B said not even bothering to look at you. you huffed and went to stand up. you didn’t care anymore. he wasn’t even showing you any attention anyway.

“Don’t care” You said again maybe a little louder than you meant too. you stormed off. you slammed the door to his bedroom and laid down on his bed. you felt the hot tears fall down your face.

you were upset and angry and their were so many emotions going on at once and you didn’t understand any of it. you heard the door open a couple of seconds later and you felt John B stand over you.

“What did I tell you about being a brat?” John b asked as he moved towards you. you sat up and turned around and wiped the fat tears on your cheek. you thought he was gonna hold you and kiss your tears away.

“Sorry” You mumbled holding out your arms for him to pick you up and give you all the love and attention you needed. but he had other plans he shook his head and roughly pulled you up by your arm and sat on the bend and pulled you over his lap. “John b-“ you tried to say before he delivered a rough smack on your ass.

“Don’t John b me, I told you about being a brat” John b said as he grabbed your hair and roughly pulled you up with his other hand. “You deserve to be punished like the bag girl you are” John b said as he smacked you sad again. you yelped again in pain More tears were rolling down your pink puffy cheeks.

“daddy I’m sorry” You whined as you felt John be give your other ass attention. He grabbed it roughly before snacking it again. you wiped the tears off your face again as you snuggled into him begging for any sort of affection.

“Yeah yeah. Your sorry after your getting punished huh pup? Weren’t sorry when you were giving me an attitude because I told you no” John B said as he gritted his teeth and delivered more smacks on your ass.

“Daddy please! Hurts” you sobbed, you weren’t gonna be a bad girl ever again. you knew that you had leaned your lesson now.

“Yeah? Well maybe you should have thought harder before you decided to slam my doors.” John be said as he continued to smack your ass harder. you felt him smack your ass for the last time before he pulled you fully into his lap and rubbed the red tender skin. “You learned your lesson?” He asked you as he wiped the tears off your face.

“Yes daddy. m’sorry” You said as sunk into him as you grinned on to him tight. you just needed a little bit extra attention that’s all it was.

“Daddy doesn’t like being mean. He hates punishing his baby” John b said as he kissed the side of your head. you nodded and you knew you learned your lesson…just until you wanna be a brat in a week.

[prettyyangelll]

John B x puppy!reader

John b and his sweet puppy of a girlfriend. you can’t stay still, always running around and getting in trouble. John b has his work put out for him.

Smut:🤍

Fluff:🎀

Fic: 🐚

🎀 Fishing Trip:

🤍 Ice cream and spankings

[prettyyangelll]

Masterlink

My characters!

(I’m also willing to add more just request!)

Rafe Cameron x bunny!reader

exbf!rafe x reader

John B x puppy!reader

Spencer Reid x baker!reader

Spencer Reid x gf!reader

Spencer Reid x heartbreak!reader

JJ Maybank x gf!reader

Aaron Hotchner x littlegirl!reader (ddlg)

dbf!aaronhotchner x reader

Fred Weasley x younger!reader

James Potter x wife!reader

Pope Heyward x shy!reader

Draco Malfoy x sweetheart!reader

Remus lupin x reader

Arthur Morgan x wife!reader

Postprison!spencerreid x reader

Boss!fredweasley x reader

Fred Weasley x Veela!reader

Sirius Black x Lupin!reader

Aaron Hotchner x wife!reader

Rafe Cameron x babymama!reader

Rafe Cameron x pastersdaughter!reader

Outlaw!rafe Cameron x reader

Killer!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Remus Lupin x Party!reader

[frmeeden]

── that's a tomorrow problem; j. routledge

when you host a party with your family and friends, ends up with you drunk off your face, who helps you end the night other than your own boyfriend?

warnings; fluff, alcohol, weird family stuff, established relationship word count; 2503

a/n; im backkkkkk and wrote this at two (or four) am drunk and half asleep lmaooo i think i write better when im drunk

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You’re drunk.

You were hosting a house warming party for your new apartment. You’ve invited your family; your cousins, your aunts, your immediate family that were close within the neighborhood, and your friends. Since you were hosting, you’ve facilitated three different drinking circles that were formed during the party.

One, with your cousins, who wanted to play drinking games while playing computer games (these cousins you have were younger than you—you were the oldest one but you wanted them to be a part of the family so you served them with the drinks they wanted).

Two, the aunts and immediate family you had, your aunts wanted to catch up with you, so you spent an hour or so telling them all about your new job and your journey from your parent's house to your new apartment. They wanted to know everything about everything. And you, wanting to be polite and be a good host, answered every query they had.

And lastly, your friends, who stayed for an hour but still made your house the place where they pregamed; they invited you to the club where they were going to next, but since your attention was divided three ways, you passed on the offer. Still, they gave you drinks and asked about the place and your boyfriend.

The boyfriend who was absent the whole time.

John B was absent because you wanted him to be absent for the party, and being the good boyfriend he is, he obliged, not wanting to be another burden on your already busy night for you.

He was staying in your apartment parking lot waiting for your call to come up because you didn’t want your family to be on him all the time.

It happened with your cousins’ boyfriend, who was overwhelmed with the personal questions and the halfhearted threats your family gave. Sure, it helped them know who their niece was dating, but it became too personal for their niece or the person their niece was dating. Their niece—your cousin—only communicated through text messages now.

You’ve noticed how your family worked by now. If they’re currently not in the family, they will try their best to—jokingly, but still—threaten the new member, until they snap, if they got what it takes to be a part of the family. So you try to keep John B out of that situation, your sake and his.

You’ve been secretly dating John B for almost a year now. Your coworkers know, your friends know, even your cousins know about him, but you’ve been really secretive about him with your family and older relatives.

He’s been understanding about it all but you can't help but feel guilty about it. He’s so understanding about it that you almost can’t help but blurt it out to them.

A few hours ago, you asked him about it, “You should go home, JB, I really want you to meet them, but I don’t want them ruining us, or me” you rant, focusing on the cracked tile your apartment building had.

“You know, I’m okay staying here, so that you wouldn't overthink while you host your house warming party,” John B has a way of calming you down, even if you were in the wrong.

“I’ve already seen your apartment,” he holds your face, stroking your cheek. He really knows how to calm you down, “We even blessed the kitchen island and bedroom walls,” he snickers, earning a light hearted slap on the chest. He holds on to your hand that was on his chest.

You should be proud that you have a boyfriend that isn't insecure, or rather, you should be proud that your boyfriend doesn't need the validation of your family. He was ok with hanging out in the hotel lobby or the parking lot, wherever he preferred, while you were hosting for your family and friends upstairs.

“I’m just bummed out that I can't help you with the hosting upstairs,” he looks at the elevator, “JJ, Pope, and Kie said that I’m a very gracious host,” he snakes his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Well, of course they would say that,” you wrap your arms around his neck, “they sleep there almost every day,” you giggle, which makes John B shrug with a smirk that etches his face.

When you're with John B, you feel like all your problems go away. Well, except now, where all the people you know and love, even though they're sometimes annoying, are upstairs, inside your apartment.

“I better go,” you look at the time that's on the analog clock at the top of the apartment concierge, 9:48 PM, “My hosting duties are in dire need; I left Sarah in charge,” you wince.

Sarah was upstairs, pouring drinks, and answering questions about where you are with ‘I think she’s with her landlord about the noise,’ and ‘She’s taking care of her neighbors with their cats.’

You don’t have neighbors with cats, but she can make shit up as she goes as long as you weren’t there.

“Call me when the party is over,” he unhooks his arms around you, which make you unconsciously pout, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be in the twinkie smoking Jay’s secret stash,” he smiles, his eyes drinking you in, like he’s not going to see you in years.

You unfurl your arms around him, bummed about your family and their really weird and annoying way to let someone new join the family. You think that it is nice for them to think about your safety and time, but isn’t letting them know about your current partner, and them joking, enough for jokes about embarrassing you?

“I’ll fake being really wasted so that they would leave early,” you start to laugh, “and curfew starts so my friends are going to a club in a few minutes so they wouldn't stay long anyways.”

The security guard that’s always on duty in the parking lot already knows who John B is, so he wasn't a lone stranger in the lot when curfew starts.

You wave as John B starts to head towards the parking area, “Bye-bye, lovey.”

He waves back, but doesn't turn his head, instead looking side to side for stray cars coming his way.

You turned around and went for the elevator. Pressing the arrow up and waiting for the elevator cabin to come, you thought about introducing John B to your family. Balancing on wanting them to know about your relationship and wanting your relationship close to your chest and no one sabotaging it.

The elevator doors pinged and you stepped inside. As you pressed your floor number you thought about if you did introduce him, you would face different aunts, uncles, cousins, relatives, and even other friends that you weren't close with wanting different answers from the same questions. If you were serious, if you were casual, if you were mature enough, if you were financially stable for it, or if you weren’t financially stable for it all. They’re all valid for all their questions, and you were thankful for them, but you just wanted to find out for yourself with no one around you judging your choices to be your choices.

The elevator speaker said that you were on the floor you pressed and stepped outside. You walked through the hallway, anxious but still proud that you have your apartment. You’d face this with the only thing you’re good at with the three groups that you’ve seen that formed while you were gone.

Alcohol.

Lots and lots of alcohol.

You relieved Sarah with her substitute host duties and took over the drinking situation.

So that returns you to where you are now. You, at almost 1 AM, drunk because you thought you could manage drinking with three different groups of people. (With three different kinds of alcohol—because different groups, different vices—you surely didn’t last long, and was tipsy and almost on the edge of sleep by the eighth drink.)

“Thanks for the night, niecey,” your drunk uncle exclaimed, dragged by your aunt with his collar towards the elevator. You wave at them, thankful that they were the last people to leave. You were drunk, but not drunk enough to forget that you had John B in the basement waiting for your call.

You close your apartment door and scramble around finding your phone, which was in between two couch cushions, as you call John B.

John B was sitting in the Twinkie the whole time. He was debating on calling JJ to smoke with him when he saw you turn around for the elevators. A few minutes later, he decided against it when he saw the first wave of guests of yours exit from the elevators; your friends, tipsy and shouting about wanting to continue the night to the clubs.

Deciding to wait it off and not smoke the weed JJ had pre-rolled for him so that he could help you clean up. John B was awaiting your call, bored but still alert enough to notice a phone vibrating.

John B was in the middle of his not-planned nap when he finally noticed his phone vibrating with your name on the caller ID. Your name front and center with his contact photo of you, sleeping with your mouth open on his chest.

He answers on the third ring, half asleep and with a groggy voice, “Hey, baby.”

“Hey, my JB , they all… are all gone and went,” you slur your words, clearly intoxicated. It takes approximately 5 seconds for John B to perk up and immediately hop off and lock the twinkie.

He says hi to the security guard on duty, the guard carelessly nods, and spam presses the elevator buttons, like it helps the elevator to come faster.

It doesn't.

John B was listening to you babbling on the phone about everything and nothing at the same time, when it cut off when he entered the elevator. He arrives at your floor a few minutes later and knocks on your door.

No one answers.

He knocks again. No one answers, again.

When he knocked a third and final time, he thought that you passed out on your couch. He almost turns around giving you the time to sleep, when you open the door with a sleepy expression, you subtly perk up when you see him, but your drunk and sleepy self, more prominent, resulting in you immediately leaning into him, arms wrapped carelessly around him.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he catches you, holding you by your waist, and you wasted and half-asleep, “Baby, have you cleaned your place?” He asks, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist so that he could enter your apartment. He drops you on your couch; you plop down sideways, your head hitting the couch cushions, as he turns back around and locks your door.

You moan, shaking your head, not caring if John B saw, “I started on the table but got a headache in the middle…” you start to doze off, grabbing something soft at random—a throw pillow from the floor.

“C’mon, up up up,” he pulls you up and drags you toward the bathroom, “You can’t sleep with a full face of makeup, you taught me better than this,” he puts you down on the sink as you lean on the mirror.

“Please take care of me, JB, I’m drunkie,” you snorted with your eyes closed, thinking your rhyme was very funny.

John B smiles, “Yes, you are, baby,” he starts wiping away your makeup with the steps he remembered with you teaching him.

You earnestly smile, “You know, none of my ex-boyfriends did this with me, they always didn't care enough,” you exhaled softly through your confession, John B’s brows raised with shock because this was the first he heard about this.

“You don’t have to worry,” he pauses, still wiping your face with a cotton wipe, “They’re all dicks, baby, I’ll take care of you always,” he promises, to you and himself. He knows that you’ll never remember this but he will keep that promise near his heart.

You grin, hearing this. While you were intoxicated out of your mind, he was wiping you down like you were the finest piece of China he had ever encountered, with utmost care and patience. Like if he were to roughly wipe, you would crack and shatter.

As he finished, he walked away and goes toward your closet, finding your pajamas, and returning to the bathroom when he saw you softly snoring, still having the same position as before.

“Nope, no, wake up” he calls your name as he softly wakes you up, “You’re gonna be annoyed in the morning when you’re still in denim.”

Still with your eyes closed, you hum as you turn towards him, raising your hips, giving him permission to take off your shorts. He slowly takes it off, as he replaces it with your pajamas.

“Raise your arms up, baby,” you follow as he whispers, dragging your shirt up your torso and off your body.

He kisses your tummy as he throws your discarded shirt in a corner somewhere in the bathroom. He replaces it with a sleep shirt, his overstretched shirt that you stole from him a year ago.

“Brushing your teeth is the last step baby,” he tells you as you nod, just following what he says. You show your teeth for a while, weirdly a mix of a grin and a frown, as he takes his time putting on the paste on the brush.

What you don’t realize, because your eyes were closed the whole time, is that he took a picture of you holding that pose. Immediately replacing the old contact picture with this one.

This is now his favorite picture of you.

You slightly open your eyes and groan, “JB, this grin hurts,” he puts his phone down and starts brushing your teeth. As he finished with yours, he started brushing his own, letting you catch your sleep on the counter.

“Okay, we’re all done here, c’mon” he turns around, notioning you to jump on his back, giving you a piggy back ride. You oblige, giggling, feeling like a little kid all over again.

He walks away from your bathroom while you're on his back. You reach over and turn off the light switch, and wrap your arms back around his neck.

He plops you down on your side of the bed as he tucks you in. As he finishes, he circles around and goes to his side, when he finally lays down, you immediately turn around and cuddle, you wrap your arms and legs around him, essentially locking him in.

He’ll never say this to you, but this has been the best night of the week. Taking care of and treating his girl like a princess has been the highlight of his week.

“Thank you,” you whisper on the crook of his neck, “I know I’ve been spoiled tonight, so I wanna say thank you so much baby,” you confess.

You’d never have survived this night without him helping before the party started, and helping you after the party with yourself. You would never ask for a more perfect boyfriend.

“Of course, you're my girl,” he answers, “Although I didn’t clean up the dishes,” he grimaces, forgetting about the real mess in the other rooms.

You giggle, “that’s a tomorrow problem,” you make yourself comfortable and doze off. Silently snoring before John B could return a remark.

With you by his side tonight, everything else is a tomorrow problem.

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[starficrecs]

JOHN B FIC RECS

fluff = 🌊, angst = 🥥, smut = 🌴, headcanons/other = 🍸

- out of my limit 🌴

- on my boat? 🌴 (part 2)

- safe haven 🥥🌊

- fluff alphabet 🍸

- flying high 🌊

- off his mind 🥥

- hold me 🥥 (tw for sa)

- dating john b 🍸

- early morning loving 🌊

- you’re the view 🌴

i will keep adding to this so feel free to send some fics!

[mayfieldss]

Dating John B Routledge would include;

He calls you sweetheart.

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

In a way it showed how much he cared.

Of course, he uses generic relationship nicknames as well.

"Babe" and "Baby"

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

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

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

John B is a forehead kiss kind of guy.

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

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

He'll do it absentmindedly all the time.

"You okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

He's patient with you too.

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

He's also patient when teaching you things.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He has high jealousy for sure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grocery shopping with John B would be chaos.

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

"We can't afford that John B."

"But it looks delicious."

"But we can't afford it."

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

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

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

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

Fights with John B are dramatic.

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

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

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

"You know I love you right?"

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

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

John B loves telling you stories.

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

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

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