From your 2k prompts: from not so sweet #4 #8 #26 #35 #42 for John b routledge but I hope you can make him a little bit of a stalker and with a daddy kink?
a/n: mmmm jb. i love this . i find jb a little hard to write since i don’t ever write for him, so i’m sorry if this sucks! did try
warnings → toxic!bf!jb, swearing, allusions to unprotected sex???? the beginning of unprotected sex??? toxic behaviour/relationships. controlling, possessive, jealousy. lil bit of stalkery.
prompt(s): #4 #8 #26 #35 #42
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during yet another argument with john b — you decided you had enough.
you were sick and tired of the relentless cycle of toxicity, manipulation, and gaslighting.
the constant need for your location, the ‘where are you?’s, the ‘who are you with?’s the endless questions of what you were doing. the stalking and watching of your location — sometimes even turning up when you didn’t answer your phone.
claimed he wanted to make sure you were safe, but you both knew it was because he wanted to make sure you weren’t cheating on him.
the possession disguised as protectiveness.
the insecurity.
the jealousy.
you guys didn’t make a healthy couple, and that was obvious.
so mid argument, screaming and yelling, you blurted out — “I don’t want to be with you anymore!”
and the second — the very second — it left your lips, you knew you had fucked up.
his words died in his throat, back straightening and head cocking.
but instead of yelling, crowding you, cussing you out like you had expected, he just shrugged.
“the door’s unlocked, go ahead. try it. see what happens.” he gestured with a hand, eyes that usually held some resemblance to warmth, now cold as they remained on your face.
your throat bobbed, mouth suddenly dry as your lips parted but no words came out — just watching him.
you took in a breath, your foot tilting to take a step when —
“but the second I catch you, I’m dragging you back by your hair.”
your breath caught in your chest, eyes going wider as you stared at him, your foot not even leaving the floor to take a step and you’re already considering going back to him.
he leant against the back of the couch, crossing his arms. and if you were at all observant, you’d notice the ghost of a smirk on his lips, one that said:
you won’t win this.
“see ya’, sweetheart.”
so with that, you slowly backed away from him, glancing over your shoulder as you made your way to the door of the chateau.
you tossed him one last look as you opened the door, still stood there, arms crossed and watching you.
waiting.
like a predator ready to tear apart it’s prey.
you felt your heart in your throat as you walked down the steps quickly, the grass whispering underneath your feet as you finally walked away from the relationship that was draining your very soul.
but when you looked over your shoulder once again — just to check — expecting to see him in the same spot, staring, you were met with a far worse sight.
nothing.
well, more accurately — no one.
john b wasn’t where you left him.
and that made your heart drop to your fucking ass.
so you whipped back around, moving quicker on your feet in hopes to get away.
but unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough.
a large, warm hand grabbed you by your hair, gripping right at the root and hauling you back.
“I warned you.” john b hissed into your ear, and he didn’t even sound mad.
just bored.
“no! no — jb, let go!” you cried out, feeling him wrap a strong arm around your waist and haul you back to the chateau without trouble.
you fought, you kicked, you scratched, you cried.
to no avail.
he threw you down onto the dingy couch — which let out a groan of protest — hand flat on your sternum, forcing you to lay on your back.
“you belong right here—with me.” he pushed on your chest a little to emphasise his point, slowly crawling ontop of you and looming over your frame. “right?”
you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your clit throb.
“yeah–yes! yes daddy.” you nodded, breaths coming in short huffs as your wide eyes stared up at him, lashes fluttering.
he smiled, hand sliding from your sternum to cup your cheek, the other untying his shorts to pull out his thick cock.
he then moved to your shorts, yanking them off your body and tossing them aside carelessly, aligning himself with your sticky entrance.
“mine. you’re mine.” he claimed, teeth bared against your lips, forehead to forehead as he sank all the way into you, heavy dick splitting you wide open.
for him.
only him.
“m’all yours, daddy.” you moaned into his ear, nails dragging down his back as your eyes closed.
yeah, john b may of been a toxic boyfriend, but honestly?
you aren’t any better.
ᯓ★ — @lanasangelsz