#pope heyward fic

[tinythebunni]

pope with bitchy!kook princess reader!

( heavily inspired by @rafesangelita and @princessbrunette )

dedicated 2 my new mutual @jesuistrestriste !!

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Pope had no idea why you’d want to be with him. the years of girls pining over JJ and John B made his confidence falter. He didn’t believe himself to be attractive, let alone cute enough to even look good enough next to you. But you always shut him up with a kiss to prove him wrong.

you guys were opposites and he loved that! he liked being the person to balance you out and vice versa. you would speak up for him whenever he couldn’t and he could calm you down when you felt like killing everyone!

you guys met in season 3 during some party you were throwing. he wasn’t supposed to be there but JJ dragged him with him to see if he could find any new “links”. Pope grimaced at that but went nonetheless.

you were in the kitchen arguing with some cunt of a boyfriend your best friend had. you caught him trying to get her to drink something she clearly didn’t want. Pope overheard your yell and went to see what was going on.

as soon as he caught a glimpse of you he was mesmerized. he zoned out most of your conversation with the boy but he regained focus when you made eye contact with him. you held your hand up to shut up your friends boyfriend so you could talk to Pope. but he shoved you and your hand away. you stumbled, to which Pope rushed to catch you. he lifted you to sit on a counter before stepping in front of you.

“maybe we should chill out.” he said, his eyes showing aggravation and slight fear.

truth be told, Pope didn’t know what he was doing. he didn’t wanna fight this guy. but he was making it really hard to keep it that way.

“Fuck off pogue, you and your fucking friend can go back to where you-“ and before he could even finish you were up and slamming his head into a counter.

Pope backed up, eyes wide and mouth agape. when you turned around you looked murderous, to which he only put his hands up in surrender.

you giggled, a hand covering your mouth because he was so cute! Pope’s mind went hazy. you were laughing. you were laughing at him. he felt pathetic but he loved how your laugh sounded.

“you’re cute! are you new on the island? i’ve never seen you before? and i would remember a face like yours.” you giggle, the look in your eyes flustering him.

he turns around, looking for who you could be talking to. “m-me?” he whispers. oh god this is so embarrassing. why does he sound like this right now? espcially in front of the prettiest girl on the island.

“duh silly!” you introduce yourself to him, raising an eyebrow for his name.

“Pope. Pope Heyward! my dad owns a shop on the cut.”

“ohhhh. i might have to come see you then.” you say in the sultry voice you always had.

he loved how you were speaking to him right now. he nodded a few times, a bit dramatically. you laugh once more, pecking his cheek before walking out the kitchen, turning around to smile at him before you reach your friends.

Pope stays in a slight daze before the guy who’s head you smashed in starts groaning. he rolls his eyes and walks to go find JJ, he needs some girl advice. ASAP.

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the next time he saw you was on the beach when you were arguing with a pogue Pope happened to be partners with on an assignment. you thought he was such a fucking dunce, it was unbelievable. you looked ready to kill him, so Pope thought this was a good moment to walk over to you and talk to you again.

as he got closer he heard you say something that had his eyes bulging out his head and his pace quickening. “are you fucking dumb or is your head only good for blowjobs and getting your shit rocked?” you said as the boys face turned red.

“she doesn’t mean that, i’m so sorry.” pope said as he finally reached you.

“yes the fuck i do! who are you to even-“ you stopped as you turned to face him, your glare turning into a smile.

Pope noticed the boy walk away with a huff but his attention was fully on you.

“hai handsome! missed me again?” you asked as you rested a hand on his chest, getting closer as if to test the waters.

Pope was a little more confident now, seeing how you obviously wanted him (as JJ claims).

“and if i did?” he asked, watching your brown skin flush with his comment. he loved how you looked right now.

regaining your confidence, you cleared your throat and threw your hair over you shoulders. he watched as your skin shimmered in the sun, as if the gods wanted to sprinkle you in glitter.

“then i might have to admit that i did too.” you whispered, tits basically pressed up on his chest, noses almost touching.

he stared at you for a second before you laughed, tilting your head back as if the funniest thing in the world was him being speechless.

“Can i get your number honey? you’re just too cute to pass up. and you’re definitely worth my time.” you bit your lip, glancing up at him through your lashes. you were a tall girl but he was taller, and it made you so wet.

“yea yea of course!” he stumbled over his words as he shuffled to get his phone out his pocket, dropping it in the sand before reaching to pick it up.

he exchanged information with you, begging in his mind that this wasn’t some game you were playing.

“well i guess I’ll be calling you later Pope. don’t miss your chance by having your ringer off. I don’t chase.” walking backwards and smiling at him. his mouth agape and head nodding as if he was a bobble head in some vintage shop.

he thanked high heavens for whatever he did to deserve that encounter.

[ervotica]

BAMBI'S INSTAGRAM

pope heyward x bambi!reader

bambi!reader is a sweetheart. she bakes, she crafts, she naps, and she loves all things pope. you'll find her lounging at the beach, making sandcastles, surfing (badly), or helping out at heyward's seafood (and, in the process, securing her place as heyward's favourite child). she's a little ditsy, spending most of her time outdoors catching critters and falling asleep in places that no one should nap. she's cuddly, a little flighty, and very clumsy. more bruises and scrapes than you can count; you will always find her with pope's arm around her or his hand in hers to keep her from toppling over. kie and sarah are her very best friends (and partners in critter catching and crime!), and the boys only tease her a little for being so clumsy (fine, a lot).

check out the tag pope and bambi for more of these two!

bonus heyward content

[insidekatmind]

Just friends?-Pope Heyward

Wearning: +18,smut

You had always been Pope's best friend. Ever since you were little, he had been your rock, your shoulder to cry on, your partner in every adventure with the Pogues. But over time, your friendship had taken a strange turn—more intense, more electric.

JJ and John B never missed a chance to tease him. “You two are gonna end up together, or... well, we all know what’s gonna happen,” JJ would say with that mischievous grin of his. Pope would just shake his head, always giving the same answer: “No, we’re just friends.”

And yet, lately, things had changed. Your glances lasted a few seconds longer. The touches were more frequent, slower, more intentional. You had noticed the space between you growing smaller, the line between friendship and something more becoming increasingly blurred.

It was a quiet evening, and Pope was at your house, like he often was. You were curled up on the couch, sitting on his lap, nestled against his chest while a movie played absently on the screen. You were wearing just a pair of shorts and a light top, and his hand rested on your waist, his thumb lazily tracing circles on your exposed skin.

You could hear his heartbeat against your ear, slightly faster than usual. Even your breathing had changed, heavier, more aware of every tiny movement. Pope wasn’t saying anything, but the way his fingers pressed gently against your skin told a story neither of you had ever dared to say out loud.

A flash from the screen briefly lit up the room, but you were already too focused on him. Slowly, you shifted slightly, lifting your head to look into his eyes. Pope lowered his gaze to meet yours, his breath unsteady, his lips slightly parted.

The tension was palpable, a taut string between you, ready to snap at the slightest movement. Your eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes and back again. You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but suddenly, your breaths were mingling in the narrow space between you.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his voice rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

You place your hand on his cheek caressing it and then bring your thumb down to his lip tracing it. He swallows hard at your touch, letting out a soft breath. Your thumb tracing his lip is sending sparks through his entire body, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. His hand on your waist tightens its grip, pulling you even closer against him. His gaze is intense, a mix of desire and hesitation, like he’s afraid to cross a line he knows he shouldn’t.

He lets out a shaky breath, his hand moving up slightly to your back, the other still firmly on your hip. You’re so close now that each of you feels the other one’s every movement, every breath. His thumb continues to draw circles on your skin, but they’re faster now, almost desperate. His eyes are fixed on your lips, his expression a mix of yearning and uncertainty. His voice is barely above a whisper. “I…I can’t keep ignoring this. Ignoring...us.”

“Me neither” you whisper and then kiss him. The moment is like a dam breaking, years of suppressed desire flooding out. Pope responds to your kiss immediately, his hand moving up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you even closer.

His lips move against yours hungrily, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. His touch is both gentle and desperate, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. Your hand is still on his cheek, your thumb tracing his jawline, and you can feel the stubble of his beard against your skin. He groans softly into the kiss, his chest heaving as if he has been holding his breath for too long. The movie is forgotten, the rest of the world might as well not exist right now. All that matters is the dizzying mix of his touch and the way he murmurs your name between kisses, his voice hoarse and filled with an emotion he’s tried so hard to suppress.His hands are on your waist again, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your top, his touch hot against your skin. You can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding back, and it makes you want him even more.

He breaks the kiss suddenly, panting heavily. His forehead is resting on yours, and his eyes are still fixed on your lips, as if trying to memorize every detail. His fingers are drawing tiny circles on your back, and his touch is surprisingly tender considering the passionate kiss you just shared. He swallows, his throat bobbing, and when he speaks, his voice is low and rough. "I... I’ve wanted to do that for so long, Y/N. For so goddamn long."

“Me too Pope, me too” you whisper kissing him again placing your hands on his curls. He groans softly as your fingers thread through his hair, his own hands moving to your hips, holding you securely against him. The kiss is gentler now but no less intense, filled with the years of pent-up feelings. His grip on you is almost possessive, and as he deepens the kiss, there's a sense of desperation, as if he's trying to pour his entire self into this moment, pouring years of longing and desire into every movement of his lips against yours.

He pulls back a bit, just far enough so he can look into your eyes again. His gaze is dark, his eyes almost black with desire. "I...I didn't think I'd ever get to have this, to have you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. His fingers are still playing idly with the fabric of your top, his touch sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth in the room."But...I don't wanna stop now. I don't want to go back to pretending this isn't happening," he continues, his thumb caressing your waist.

You smile and adjust yourself better on him, straddling him and taking off your top. His gaze is immediately drawn to your bare skin, his breath catching in his throat. His hands move instinctively, tracing the curves of your breasts, his touch both possessive and reverent. He leans in to kiss your shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. “God… Y/N,” he whispers, his voice low and hoarse. "You're so beautiful."

You sigh softly feeling Pope's lips on your breast. “Pope,” you whisper softly. The sound of his name on your lips sends a shiver through him, and he can’t help but respond with a low, guttural groan. He kisses up your collarbone, then sucks on your pulse point, his teeth grazing your skin. His hands are still on your waist, holding you steady as he trails kisses up your neck, and you can feel the heat radiating off him, the tension coiled under his skin. He shifts slightly, his hips pressing against yours, and you can feel just how much he wants you.

You moan softly and grind on his erection. You bring your hands to his little wife and take them off her and smile as you see his muscles. He's been working out harder lately, and you can't help but notice the definition in his muscles. He's always been attractive, but now he's downright drool-worthy.His eyes darken with desire as you start running your hands over his shoulders, his biceps, his abs. He swallows hard, clearly trying to keep himself under control, but his voice is ragged as he speaks. "God, Y/N...you're driving me crazy."

His hands grip your hips, bringing you even closer, and you can feel his arousal pressing against you. His eyes never leave yours, they are even blacker now, clouded with lust and adoration. Pope shifts beneath you slightly, positioning you so that your core grinds against him, and lets out another low, breathy moan. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs hoarsely. “I have no idea… how much I wanted this… how long I dreamed about this.”

You suck his lip and ride him. He groans loudly, his eyes fluttering shut briefly as you suck on his lip. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin, and he starts grinding up into you, his every move full of raw, pent-up need. You can tell he’s starting to lose control. His breaths are ragged, quick, and his heart is pounding in his ears. “God…” he mutters between kisses, “Y/N, I….I can't…can't hold back…”

You moan softly feeling his erection beneath you. “I got you baby, let go” you whisper placing your hands on his shoulders. His body shudders at your words, and he lets out a guttural groan, his head falling back. Clearly, he'd been waiting for your permission, for the sign that you were ready for this as much as he was. His hands are trembling as they slide down to your thighs, his thumb playing with the edge of your shorts for a moment before they move under them, his touch on your bare skin sending a jolt through you. "God, Y/N...you make me feel insane...insane…"

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes darker than ever, his lips slightly parted. You can see the internal battle going on in him, his desperation pitted against his desire to savor every moment. “Please…” he murmurs, his voice little more than a ragged plea. “Please…don’t make me wait any longer.”

You nod, undressing and lowering his pants and boxers and repositioning yourself to straddle him, letting him enter you. “Fuck” you moan gripping onto his shoulders.

He moans loudly as you sink down onto him, his eyes widening for a moment as he feels you completely. His hands are on your hips, still holding you steady, but his touch is trembling with need.“Y/N -,” he groans your name like a prayer, his fingers digging into your skin as if he never wants to let you go. He starts to move with you, his rhythm rough and hurried, his breath coming in short. He takes a shuddering breath, pulling you flush against him so your chest is pressed against his. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His hands are on the small of your back, his touch almost possessive as he urges you to move with him.

You ride him fast. “So big” you moan loudly. His breath hitches as you ride him faster, his grip on your hips tightening. He groans heavily against your neck, his words an almost incoherent jumble of praise and desire. “God…Y/N…so amazing…you feel so good…”

He’s panting now, his entire body tense, his gaze fixed on you as if you’re the only thing that matters in the world right now. His hands leave your hips, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck, the other snaking around your waist, holding you against him tightly. “Y/N…I - I can’t…” he groans, his voice raw. There’s a hint of despair in his tone, like he’s so overwhelmed by the moment that he feels like he’ll break if he doesn’t find release soon.

You moan and roll your hips riding him. “Come,” you whisper, moaning. He gasps, his breath catching in his throat. Your words are enough to send him over the edge, it seems, because he lets out a guttural moan, his grip on you tightening to the point of pain. He buries his face in your neck, panting heavily as he comes. You moan and come too.

“Y/N-” he manages to choke out your name, his body shaking against you as he finds relief. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, his hands slowly loosening their grip on you as his body relaxes. He lifts his head, his eyes find yours, and there's a softness there, an emotion that's deeper than simple lust or desire. "That...that was...that was..."

You smile and stroke his hair. “Amazing,” you finish the sentence for him. He grins, his eyes still dark but now with a tenderness that only moments like this can bring. "Yeah," he agrees softly, his voice rough with emotion. He leans in to kiss you languidly, his touch gentle but still possessive, as if the world around you didn't exist. "Amazing...because it was with you."

You blush and feel your heart pounding. He chuckles softly, his gaze softening even further as he watches the blush creep onto your cheeks. He takes your face in his hands, his touch now tender and reverent. “You’re so goddamn pretty, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice thick with affection. “Especially when you’re all blushing like this.”

You smile and hug him. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight against him. This isn’t the rough, desperate embrace from before; it’s softer, more intimate. His chin rests on top of your head, and his hand moves idly through your hair, the gesture soothing. He’s quiet for a long moment, then lets out a deep sigh, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, you know.”

He laughs softly again, and you can hear the relief in his voice. “You never gave me any sign...I never knew how you felt. I was scared to say or do anything, in case I’d misread the situation. I don’t know how I got so lucky…to have you, like this, in my arms.” He pulls back slightly, looking at you intently. “You have no idea how much I want you, Y/N. Not just…physically, although god, believe me, I can’t think straight when I’m around you. But everything else too. I want to be with you, in every way possible.”

You smile softly and kiss his lips softly. “I like you so much Pope” you whisper softly near his lips.

He smiles against your lips, his hands moving to cup your face, his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls back slightly, his gaze searching your face, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail of this moment. "I like you so much it feels like my heart’s gonna burst out of my chest any minute," he replies quietly, his voice filled with adoration. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm sure as hell not gonna let you go now."

[littlelamy]

𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮

the biting chill of the winter air stung your cheeks as you stood defiantly on the dock, the wind whipping your hair into a tangled mess. you clutched your towel tightly around you, peering down at pope, your boyfriend—who was standing a few feet away with his arms crossed and an incredulous look plastered across his face.

“are you serious right now?” pope asked, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and concern. his breath fogged in the frosty air, emphasizing just how cold it was.

you grinned, your teeth chattering as you dropped the towel, revealing your bright, summery bikini. his eyes widened, though not from surprise—he knew you well enough by now to expect this kind of stunt. “you only live once, pope! i’ve always wanted to try a polar plunge.”

“polar plunge? it’s thirty degrees out here, and the water’s practically ice!” he exclaimed, gesturing dramatically toward the rippling, frigid water.

“don’t be so dramatic.” you stepped toward the edge of the dock, toes curling against the wood. “if i don’t do this now, i’ll regret it forever. besides, you’re here to rescue me if i get hypothermia, right? that’s part of the boyfriend contract.”

pope groaned, his hands going to his hips as he shot you a look. “you’re impossible, you know that?” but the corners of his lips twitched up in the faintest smile.

before he could say anything else, you let out a loud, exaggerated scream and leaped into the water. the freezing cold hit you like a thousand tiny needles, and you shot up to the surface, gasping. “holy crap! it’s c-colder than i thought!”

“gee, you think?” pope yelled from the dock, already pulling off his jacket. “you’re insane!” he crouched down as you swam frantically toward the edge, grabbing your arm and hauling you out with a strength that contradicted his lanky frame.

as soon as you were upright, he wrapped his jacket around you and pulled you close, his warm hands cradling your frozen cheeks. “you’re lucky i love you,” he muttered, shaking his head.

you looked up at him, a watery laugh escaping your lips. “guess i just like keeping things interesting.”

his lips twitched into a full smile before he leaned down and kissed you, the warmth of his mouth chasing away the cold. it was gentle and firm, grounding you in the moment even as your teeth chattered against his.

when he pulled back, his forehead pressed lightly to yours, he sighed. “next time, let’s keep things interesting somewhere warmer. preferably with hot chocolate.”

you snuggled deeper into his jacket and smirked. “deal. but admit it—you’re a little impressed.”

he rolled his eyes but kissed your forehead, his arms still wrapped around you. “a little. but don’t let it go to your head, okay?”

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[cassidyandonlycassidy]

my pretty girl

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, protected sex, tit play, established relationship, fluffy

“you coming fishing?” jj asks pope, slapping him on the shoulder, not even waiting for an answer before he begins pulling him along.

“baby-” pope looks to you, and you quickly fix your face, a smile spreading over your features. 

“go ahead.” you encourage him. “ive got some cleaning to do around the house anyways.” you shrug.

pope frowns. you should have known better than to attempt to hide your emotions from him, he sees so easily through you. “sorry, jay.” he steps out of his friends hold. “im staying home with y/n.”

jj sighs dramatically, tipping his head back. “fine!” he leaves the patio, grumbling something about all of his friends having girlfriends and leaving him behind.

“you can go, i don't mind.” you say softly as pope sits down on the sofa next to you.

“nope.” he shakes his head. “need some alone time with my pretty girl.” 

you feel your cheeks heat up as he pulls you into his side, kisses being pressed against your head. despite dating for almost a year now, pope never fails to make you blush.

“i missed you.” you coo out, snuggling into his chest.

“yeah?” he smirks down at you. “even though it was literally less than 24 hours since i saw you last?”

“ugh, still too long.” you roll your eyes, even though you're happy pope got to spend some time with his friends, a boys night only at the chalet.

“so what cleaning do you have to do? i can help.”

“baby, i was just making something up so you wouldn't feel bad.” you giggle. “i mean, i do have laundry to put away but…”

“but you'd rather do something else?” pope questions.

“mhm…” you stand up slowly, hand squeezing around popes as you pull him inside, walking him towards your room.

“so this is what you meant by missing me?” pope laughs, shutting and locking the door behind you even though no one is home.

“hey.” you pout. “i missed you and i missed you.”

“aw, babygirl.” pope laughs gently, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss. you're instantly lost in his lips, not even realizing that pope had moved you further into the room until he's laying you down onto your bed.

“pope…” you whisper. “please.”

“i got you, baby.” he keeps his voice soft and soothing as he kisses you again, allowing you to focus on the kiss as his hands trail over your body, running his fingertips down your arms and cupping your waist, anything to touch you.

“will you-” you begin before suddenly feeling shy when pope looks down at you.

“will i what?” a smile spreads across his face. he loves when you ask him specifically for what you want, instead of just letting him take the lead and do whatever he pleases, having to guess what feels best for you.

“um…” you cover your face with your hands, only getting the confidence to say anything when you don't have to look pope in the eye. “play with my chest.”

you can't get the actual words out. breasts, boobs, tits, whatever you want to call them, and you have to settle for chest as it's the least embarrassing.

“hell yeah.” pope let's his excitement slip before calming himself, knowing how much his energy effects you.

popes large hands cup over your chest, rubbing at your breasts through your tank top and bra. pope kisses you again, but keeps them light so you can really pay attention to his palms rubbing against your nipples.

“can i take this off?” pope asks, hands moving down your stomach and disappearing underneath the hem of your shirt.

“yeah.” you nod, sitting up to allow him to pull the fabric away, leaving you in just a bra. pope has seen you naked many times before, but every time feels new and intimate with how gentle and caring he is.

“my pretty girl.” he coos out, warm brown eyes looking into yours.

pope reaches behind your back and unclips your bra after struggling with the clasp for a second, but he doesn't instantly pull it away.

he starts with the straps, slowly guiding them down your shoulders as his mouth follows with kisses, spreading goosebumps along your arms.

“pope.” you whimper out, a plea for more.

“mhm.” he hums, understanding what you're asking for as he pulls the cups down, revealing your already hard nipples.

he doesn't even wait to get your bra all the way off before his mouth latches onto your skin, tongue briefly flicking over your nipple before his plush lips wrap around the bud with a soft suck.

your hands come to his curly hair, scrunching it between your fingers as he plays with your chest using his mouth, switching back and forth to give each side equal attention.

“does that feel good?” he asks, a smile on his face. it's a rhetorical question, if the moans didn't tell him, then the blissed out look on your face would.

pope goes back to sucking on your nipple, one of his hands cupping your other breast, thumb swiping over your nipple as his other hand skirts down your stomach.

you feel your breath suck in before you even realize as he passes over the button on your shorts and delves right between your legs, cupping your pussy through the fabric.

“oh, god!” you squeal out. “pope!”

you can feel his smile against your chest as he rubs his fingers into you, pushing your already wet underwear against your cunt, focusing in on where he knows your clit is, having memorized your entire body from head to toe.

“i need you.” you whine. “come on, please.”

pope looks up at you, his gaze heated as his hand continues to rub against your core. “need me where?”

“need you…” you whisper out. “need you to fuck me.”

“that's my girl.” pope leans in and gives you a kiss. he always tries to encourage you when you manage to use your words.

pope moves so he's kneeling between your spread thighs. the first thing he does is rip his shirt off, and you ignore the urge to reach up and rub your hands against his defined muscles.

“my handsome boy.” you smile up at him, love so evident in your eyes, echoing the words he always says to you.

“love you.” pope knows his cock is straining against his shorts, and you are beyond desperate for him, but he still pauses to lean down and give you yet another kiss.

“love you too.” you coo back. it hasn't been all that long since you've made that declaration to each other, so the words still feel exciting every time they're said.

popes hands focus in on the zipper and buttons of your shorts, quickly undoing them to slide the jeans off your legs as he tosses them away. 

you smile shyly as he begins to focus on getting himself the rest of the way undressed as you slip your underwear off and let them fall off the bed as you splay out.

“look at you.” pope coos, making sure to get the condom out of his pocket. despite you being on birth control, you're always extra cautious, way too young and responsible to get pregnant.

“come on.” you giggle, impatient, as he takes the condom and rips the foil, spreading the rubber over his length.

“kay, ready.” pope gets himself into position, holding himself up over top of you as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

you take a deep breath to relax your body as he pushes inside, making sure to go extra slow to allow you to adjust.

“f-fuck.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him further into you as popes hips press all the way forward, cock buried inside of you.

“give me a minute.” you hum, shifting your hips from side to side. pope distracts himself with kissing along your jaw and neck until you give him a nod, a signal that it's alright to move.

“feel so good baby.” pope groans out, keeping his thrusts slow and steady at first.

“mmm.” you hum out, unable to actually form words in response.

popes back arches as he ducks his head to wrap his mouth around your nipple again, sucking as his hips slowly increase in pace.

you moan out, arms pressing him closer into your chest, encouragement to continue as he pumps into you, knowing neither of you can last that long.

“so warm and wet for me baby.” pope praises you, switching to the other side of your chest as the wet squelching sound spreads over the room with every movement of his cock.

“only for you.” you smile softly, glad when pope lifts his head to press a kiss against your lips. 

“love you, love you, love you.” pope says, forever the soft and sweet boyfriend that you fell so deeply for.

“cum for me.” he urges you, shifting his weight to one arm to allow his other hand to drop, rubbing circles over your clit.

“oh my god!” you squeal out, head tilting back, pressing into the pillow as his fingertips work against your bud, having figured out just what you like and what touches get you there fastest.

“fuck, can feel you clenching around me.” pope gasps, hips moving faster, fucking into you with a fury that you know means he's going to cum soon.

“i-i-” you try to warn pope, but the words dissolve into moans as your orgasm hits you, high washing over your body as your legs shake, the tightening of your pussy causing pope to cum as well, pushing his hips forward to cum as deeply inside of you as possible, even if he is sheathed with a condom.

“fuck! baby!” pope shouts out, a few final thrusts before he pulls out, collapsing against the bed next to you.

“oh my god.” you giggle, legs snapping closed to cover the mess between your thighs as your hands come to your face, hiding your bright red cheeks from pope.

“you're so cute.” pope kisses over top of your hands before standing up and heading to the bathroom to discard his condom, coming back with a warm wet washcloth.

you keep your face covered as he cleans you up, always feeling a little shy right after sex.

“hey.” pope pokes you.

you put your hands down, a soft smile on your face as he hands you your clothes to put back on. despite knowing no one will be home for many more hours, you don't like to risk getting caught by hanging around naked.

you both get dressed quickly before you wrap your arms around popes shoulders, tucking your head into his neck.

“thank you.” you whisper. “that was really, really, really, good.”

“always happy to help.” pope laughs, reaching down to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you through the house, back towards the patio to continue relaxing.

“ah, so that's why you didn't go fishing.”

“jj!” you squeal, jumping out of popes arms.

“what? john b was busy with sarah so i came back here. y'all are loud by the way.” jj shrugs.

“dude, im going to kill you.” pope says, rushing after jj as your laughter spreads throughout the backyard, watching your boyfriend chase his friend through the grass.

[greengoblinswifey]

I need more Pope Heyward smut pls

summary— after a surf-off with Pope, you find yourself drawn to him in ways you didn’t expect. you invite him back to your place, where a shared shower leads to an intimate connection.

warnings— sub!pope then kinda dom!pope, dom!reader, oral, face sitting, hand job, praise kink, mentions of good boy, squirting, unprotected sex.

a/n— sorry for taking so long to answer this, i’ll be faster next time!

The sun was high, casting golden light across the waves as you stood at the edge of the surf, surrounded by kooks and pogues. You couldn’t help but steal glances at Pope as he paddled out, his focus intent on the waves. When he caught you watching, he flashed a quick smile that sent a small thrill through you.

He wiped out on a wave just as some of the kooks, including Ruthie, burst out laughing. “Heyward, you should stick to your side of the island!” she jeered. They were enjoying themselves a little too much, but before you knew it, you stepped forward and spoke up, voice steady. “Enough, he’s doing great.”

The laughter faded, and they threw you surprised looks before shrugging it off and talking amongst themselves. When they turned to leave for Topper’s place, you stayed behind, waiting for Pope as he wrung out his shirt, breathless from the surf.

“You’re not going to Topper’s?” he asked, an almost hopeful edge to his voice.

“Nah. Thought I’d skip it,” you replied with a shrug. You hesitated, then added, “I have some beers back at mine if you want to join me. And there’s a movie theatre downstairs if you wanna watch a movie later.”

He cleared his throat, eyes widening just a bit. “Uh, yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.”

At your place, you two settled onto the large back porch with beers in hand, the conversation flowing as naturally as the tide. You laughed over each other’s stories, and the sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting the island in warm amber.

“Thanks for sticking up for me,” Pope murmured, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

You shrugged, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Someone had to. They don’t know you like I do.”

Your hand brushed his, and the light, easy laughter between you stilled, replaced by a heavy silence. You watched him, heart racing as his gaze dipped to your lips. “I- I don’t usually end up here,” he admitted, almost in a whisper.

You smirked, feeling bolder than ever. “Maybe you should.”

Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was gentle and intense all at once. You melted into each other’s arms, the sound of the waves a soft backdrop to the moment you’d both been waiting for.

You broke the kiss, breathless, and flashed him a mischievous grin. Leaning down, you started kissing along his neck, feeling him tense under you. Each time you shifted, his quiet moans escaped, his voice soft but full of need. You couldn't help but smile against his skin, murmuring, “You make such pretty sounds, you know that?”

His cheeks flushed, and he looked up at you, completely caught in the moment. Taking his hand, you led him through the house and upstairs to the bathroom connected to your room. In the bathroom, you turned to face him, feeling the warmth between you grow. With a gentle pull, you stepped back toward the shower, turning on the water and letting the steam fill the room.

As you let the water wash over you, he joined you, eyes full of awe. He was practically speechless, captivated by the sight of you in the soft light and steam, naked in front of him.

As you turned to face him, you noticed his breath hitching and his cheeks flushed. Smiling, you grabbed the soap, lathering it up in your hands before gliding them over his chest, feeling each tense muscle beneath your fingers. He let out a gasp as you moved lower, his breaths growing shallow, trying to stifle the soft moans slipping past his lips.

He stuttered, eyes meeting yours with a mix of need and hesitation. “Can- can I touch you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. You leaned close, murmuring seductively in his ear, “Only if you cum for me like a good boy.” You continued the teasing motion, moving your hands up and down on his rock hard cock, drawing out each gasp until his voice broke in a quiet plea. When he asked for permission, you nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you as he surrendered completely.

Afterward, he reached for you, fingers trembling slightly as he trailed kisses along your neck, his hands moving with a gentleness that was all his own. Taking the soap, he carefully lathered your shoulders, moving down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. When the shower ended, you both stepped out and wrapped in towels, drying each other off with soft, lingering touches.

You led Pope into your room, glancing back with a teasing smile. His gaze was soft yet filled with anticipation, and you could feel the electricity between you. He stepped closer, reaching out to gently pull you into his arms, his touch careful and almost reverent.

“You’re so so beautiful,” he whispered, almost in awe, and you felt warmth spread through you at the tenderness in his voice.

Leaning up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, letting it linger as his arms tightened around you. When you pulled back, a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes.

“Think you can keep up with me?” you teased, your voice playful yet inviting. Pope chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“I’d do anything for you,” he replied earnestly, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Anything you ask.”

“Then show me,” you murmured, guiding him back, savoring every moment together. His shyness faded with each kiss, and in his gaze, you saw only admiration and desire, making every shared moment feel even more meaningful. “Make me feel good.”

Pope was much stronger than you evidently, this was proven much further when he lifted you up by your thighs into the air making you squeal. “Oh my- Oh my god Pope?!”

He chuckled and you gasped in surprise as his mouth came in contact with your core. He had you hovering in the air as he ate you out. He licked and suckled on your clit like a man possessed, like your pussy was the only thing that could satisfy the primal hunger in him. All you could do was hold on for dear life as he ravished you.

Swiftly, he laid on the bed, making sure your pussy landed right in his mouth. Your gasp and moans filled the room as you writhed under him, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his tongue buried deep inside you before it flicked your clit and sent surges of pleasure throughout your whole body.

“Taste so good baby, so fucking good,” he groaned beneath you, slipping a finger in as he focused on your clit.

“Mhm- I think I’m gonna cum Pope, or pee, wait I have to get up,” you gasped.

Pope smirked under you, knowing what was about to happen. You tried to get up from off him but he held you firmly down on his face ravishing you as the urge to pee became unbearable.

“Pope!” you moaned, feeling fluid spurt from your pussy in what felt like showers. You hadn’t peed tho, you squirted. For the first time too. He continued licking and sucking the remnants of your juices from your pussy before finally allowing you to breathe and get off his face.

“That was so hot, was that your first time— you know?” he asked.

You nodded breathlessly before capturing his glistening lips in a heated kiss. You were all you could taste on his lips.

“Alright you had your fun, my turn.” he smirked. You loved the sound of that.

He hovered above you, using the head of his leaking cock to tease your pussy as you writhed underneath him. “Beg me,” he said, making your eyes widen, “beg me to fuck you.”

He was playing the same game you did with him and you loved it.

“Please Pope, put it in, fuck me baby,” you begged.

He slowly pushed into your leaking cunt, clearly satisfied and you arched into him, your body on fire already.

“That’s it, what a good girl, take it all,” he cooed, inching his very long dick inside you. When he was finally inside, you both paused, savoring the moment of him being inside you for the first time.

“You’re so deep,” you whined.

“That’s right baby, so deep inside this pussy.”

He started moving, thrusting inside you at a steady pace as you wrapped your neck around him. You stared into his chocolate brown eyes, taking in the fine specimen of a man above you as he started to pound into you harder. You almost couldn’t take it.

“Sorry baby, you just feel so good, so fucking wet, I have to go faster.”

You nodded and gasped as he picked up the pace, pounding into you roughly as the sound of skin slapping and both your almost pornographic moans filled the room. He sucked on your nipples, biting gently and swirling his tongue them as he reached down and rubbed your clit fast. Before long, you clenched around his hard cock, squirting again.

He looked down, smirking at the soaked sheets and his torso smeared with your fluids. You didn’t think you could go anymore and he picked up on it, laying gentle kisses all over your face as he chased his own high.

“Where do you want me to cum beautiful?” he asked, between panting.

“On my face.”

He pulled out quickly and came exactly where you asked. You played with his balls and stuck your tongue out, catching the ropes of cum in your mouth as everything spurted out.

“I- I’m coming so much for you beautiful, fucking hell,” he panted.

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy.”

[kimoralov3]

outer banks masterlist

jj maybank

lay all your love on me (completed)

synopsis: jj maybank is used to getting what he wants. yes, the way he goes about it isn’t always exactly legal, but hey, at least he had fun, right? but the one thing he can’t have is y/n. because he’d be breaking the biggest rule of all; don’t mess with your best friends little sister. but hey, it was bound to happen at some point. let’s just hope that pope never finds out.

jj the eater (smut)

synopsis: you're a kook and jj maybank is a pogue. the two of you really aren't meant to be seen together. that's never stopped either of you, though.

you got your nipples piereced (smut-ish)

synopsis: you tell jj that you got your nipples pierced and he's a bit upset about it.

rafe cameron

click cute (ongoing)

synopsis: digital footprint? what's that? at least, that's y/n's motto. after all, you can't be a pop culture youtuber without saying some crazy shit from time to time. which in hindsight, maybe y/n should've thought about that pesky pixelated trail when she called rafe cameron hot. but how was she supposed to know all the bullshit that it would lead to? she's not hermione granger!

flashing him (smut-ish)

synopsis: rafe had a bad day, but luckily you know just what to do to cheer him up.

early christmas decorating

synopsis: rafe comes home to you putting up your christmas decorations, but it's still november. early november, at that.

baking mishap

synopsis: you just wanted to bake rafe some cookies, but things go horribly wrong and rafe finds you crying on the floor.

pope heyward

glasses

synopsis: you and pope are just enjoying your time together, but your stupid glasses keep sliding down your face.

green light

synopsis: coming soon

oops!

synopsis: coming soon

[stargirlinterludefr]

how do u think pope would confess

oh he’d be a sweetie pie!

CONFESSION: how pope confesses to you

Pope was raised to be a gentleman by his mother and father, he’d always believed in being thorough and meaningful in what he does. He was taught to love deeply, the way in which his parents love one another and him.

So, when he confesses to you it’s the most perfect thing ever.

You’d been helping him out for the majority of the day with deliveries and what not for Heyward’s and his appreciation for you is overflowing by the point that the two of you finish for the day. And by day, it’s evening and you’re having a lazy stroll down the beach (which is the most peaceful time just before any parties or anything start up)

You begin to talk about how pretty the ocean looks when the moon reflects onto it and Pope can’t stop thinking about how pretty YOU look with the moon reflecting onto you.

And without even thinking, he slows to a stop causing you to do so also as you turn to him with a concerned look on your face as you ask him what’s up.

And he just smiles so gently at you and the way you care that he just blurts out that he loves you.

Doubt immediately floods into his mind and just as he’s about to start making excuses and playing down his feelings so you’re not uncomfortable if you don’t feel the same way…you smile and softly shake your head as you respond while gently taking his hand into your own:

“It’s about time one of us said it, don’t you think?”

[nemesyaaa]

pairing : nerd!bf!pope heyward x cute!gf!reader

warnings/infos : fluff and bittersweet angst, no smut actually but mentions of suggestive content.

highschool sweetheart trope. teenagers in love vibes.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sweetheart highschool boyfriend trope with pope heyward headcanons !

ღˊˎ your nerdy boyfriend pope was the one to always support you, more than your own parents and whole family. your academic weapon boy loved to covered your empty locker with full multi-colors post-it with motivation quotes.

ᰔᩚ “ i believe in you, pretty girl like you who never lose.”

ᰔᩚ “ the only thing so hard is the pressure you put on yourself when you think you can success this whole exam but i know how smart you are. and everytime in your late night session you show me how smarty you are, it make me more and more in love with you.”

ᰔᩚ “ if you want this ice cream so bad, you know what to do ;) “

ᰔᩚ “ you know what is bigger than your ass ? your fat thick brain. make me cum so bad everytime.“ (jj forced him to write this tho.)

ᰔᩚ “ but it's okay if you fail sweetheart, i'm here for you. but don't pout if i'm getting more strict in your study lesson. i just want to help you, how bad i will be to let my girl lose like that and don't win after ??”

ღˊˎ- every time you had a class, and he finished before you, he would wait against the wall. probably, playing video games on his console. jj keeping him company.

➸ btw if you're in an exam, that fucking smart brain is going to climb on jj's shoulders to reach the high window of the classroom and looked after you.

ღˊˎ- you and your genius boyfriend loved hanging out in the big library of the school. you helped him with his research, and you liked it when he taught you things. you loved the fact that he was so intelligent, and that he had passions to share with you.

meanwhile, you watched him speak, your eyes on his lips. and he will ended up kissing you. his soft mouth against yours. short’n lazily kisses.

ᰔᩚ pope was the type of boyfriend to kissed you while softly caressing your neck, getting his hands on your sensitive skin by his touch, his tongue pressed yours, light string of saliva covered your lips. such a fine loser boy.

➸ you were in love with his starry eyes. especially when they looked at you, and chased after you. you know, they cared.

"keep focus, sugar. we're not done yet.”

“ too bad, your smart brain actually turn me on.”

“ maybe i can help you with that ? “

“ oh yes, just continue to telling me some facts with this so serious face. don't stop using your brain but start to use your fingers, let them play with something better than your console.“

“ sorry ma’am but nothing is better than my conso…”

you rolled your eyes. and smiled. because you knew that he telling you the truth. you made him shut up by taking his console.

“ you need to make me cum, and i will give your console back. do you think you can do that, nerdy boy ? ”

“ be prepare to squirt, because is there is one thing here that nerdy boys are the most good at is clearly playing with their toys. so may i give you five orgasms ? “

ღˊˎ he walked you home, taking the bus with you. you were sitting next to each other. each of you had an earphones in your ear. you shared new playlists, and you loved going to a music store and collecting old vinyl with him.

he putted the music headphones on your small head, and you murmured a song that he tried to guess by the movement of your lips.

ღ ˊˎ pope was a pogue. he was not rich. but he will do his best to spoil you. but above all, he's a nerd, he's not obsessed with money. like everyone else he feels the desire to be rich but he is happy with what he has.

for him, it's more important to teach you new things, to spend time on the internet with you, or to play a game while you sit on his lap.

“ man, i can hear your boner.” say jj because pope and him were always together. sometimes, the blonde one came at your house without your consent, and his excuses was “ it's just for a game, i will not sleep here. “

"she's my girlfriend, she sits on my lap and plays like a goddess, of course i have a boner. but why my bestfriend have one?”

“ excuse me for getting a boner when my character is literally a woman with big tits jiggling all over the place, barely covered and in armor. and fights like a fucking soldier.”

“ you two are really….”

ღˊˎ you loved as much as you hated when pope helped you study. because he was so strict. he wasn't the type of boyfriend who was going to get distracted and fuck you because you couldn't think clearly and made him waste our time.

no he was the type of boyfriend to tell you "yes, we've been at this for hours but you can add three more hours since we're still at the beginning of the exercise.”

“ can we take a break ? “

“ i already gave you by let you procrastinate while i'm asking you these answers. “

“ ….pope ! “

“ no no, you can be dumb as you want with your idgaf teachers but not with me. if i'm asking for your answers, i will get it. you can take your time, i don't care. “

“ you're so mean. “

“ because i care of your results ? because i care about your future ? fine, i like being that mean so. “

you gave him a death stare.

“ you better change this look before i get far worse than you could have imagined. “

you pouted, even though it didn’t change anything.

“i don’t want to sound rude but if jj can do it, anyone can do it.”

“ the fact is i don't know who you insult the most jj or me….”

“ listen, i know how smart you are, like i know this brain is the most unique thing i've ever seen. use it, i'm already proud of you, but you just need to show me a little of your incredible intelligence. and not only me, to everyone. “

you started to think more and more, and ended up to work harder to gave him the answers.

ღˊˎ pope was the type of boyfriend to give you handmade jewelry. especially bracelets. and every time you wore them, he was so happy.

he was also the type to watch the sunset on the high school bleachers or on the beach sand for hours with you, his precious girlfriend.

when night fell and he didn't wanted to going home, he would teach you how to surf.

ღ ˊˎ pope loved it when you wore his clothes, mostly his summer shirts and especially when you wore nothing underneath. he was a shy nerd so he would never admit how much he loved watching your freely nipples, slapped by the fresh wind.

you appreciated taking a nap on his chest for hours and hours in the bed of your room, while he's playing with his console, and with his other hand, cuddle you a little. sometimes, he randomly talked, making your ears so soft to his calm asmr voice, while he told you about the games he actually played, geeking about the fantasy core that you were clearly not aware of.

ღˊˎ he was your first love and you had your first time with him. was the same for him, you were the first girl he loved, and it was crazy for him how you made him so dumb when he was so smart.

ღˊˎ he loved complimenting you, telling you how beautiful you were, but also how smart and brilliant you were. that you were more than what people saw or thought about you.

ღ ˊˎ he liked how precious your moments were, how time lasted so long with you.

ღˊˎ you had filled your bedroom wall with your first words sharing together, with things you loved about each other, with photos of our dates. you don't want to forget anything. him neither.

ღ ˊˎ you were so cute with him and always stuck together.

ღ ˊˎ you thought it was going to last a long time, forever and for life. you were teenagers in love, filled with hard feelings, young matters, academic pressure.

ღˊˎ but today, back in the present, you were wondering what happened to your high school sweetheart, was he married, was his wife as nice as you, did he have children, did they look like him, did he have a big house, did he have the one you dreamed of when you were teenagers, was he as happy as he was with you, was he still a pogue or had he changed his future? did he still think about you when you can't get him out of your mind ? did he hear your late night thoughts screaming his name ?

ღ ˊˎ you went back to high school. but he was no longer there. you were no longer young, nor in love. you were adults and married. in the same life that you thought you shared.

ღˊˎ when you tried to contact him by phone but another woman answered the phone to tell you that her husband wasn't there. you understood, understood that you had become a simple memory. and him, the hardest ghost to find.

ღ ˊˎ he was your high school sweetheart, such a smart nerd and such an interesting person. it was certain that he had succeeded in life.

ღ ˊˎ you tried to call him one last time. “you were wrong, i’m not that smart.”

and you burst into tears when you heard his breathing and alive voice.

“ congratulations, pope heyward. was the life you cherished for. “

[tinythebunni]

Can we get some pope x bitchy!kook princess reader (maybe with some bimbo/hoochie R) headcanons I love that fic babes😘🩷

Pope usually never has this problem with you. You’re a bitch to everyone else, never him! He wouldn’t call you a bitch ever but there’s no other synonyms which could correctly describe the situation you’re putting him in.

Since two mornings ago you’ve been in a grouchy mood. You woke up that first day with him facing away from you so you did what any upset girlfriend would do! You used your foot to push him off the bed. Confused, he woke up with a start and looked at you. But all you did was huff in reply and pull the blankets over you.

When he got back up to get into the bed, you turned over and pointed a perfectly manicured and sharpened nail at him.

“if you wanna keep those two balls you got swinging down there, i suggest you stay down.” you snapped. He looked at you but there was not an ounce of hesitancy in your eyes.

Pope sighed and got up, it was 9am anyways. As he left the room to make breakfast he briefly hear you mumble something. He assumed it was just you going back to sleep. As he finished making you both breakfast he walked up the stairs. He neared the bedroom door but saw it was closed. He set the plate down on a table in your hallway, raising a knuckle to knock at the door.

“Wait a fucking minute!” You yelled, frustration evident. He had no idea what he did wrong but he wanted to fix it. fast.

You opened the door after 2 minutes and Popes eyes lit up. “baby” he started as he walked over towards you to hold you. But then as he got closer he did once over of you and he finally saw what you were wearing. You had on a mini skirt he forbid you to wear and a crop top that barely hid your perky nipples from the public. The heels you had on clacked against the floor as you pushed past him and walked away.

Pope was sure he looked like a fish out of water right now. Probably a fucking silly sight to see. Closing his mouth and running after you he reached you before you could get to the door. He pinned you against the wood and made you look at him.

The height difference had your thighs clenching everytime you noticed it, and he noticed the effect it had on you. Trying to keep his mind in check he focused on the issue at hand. “What the hell is wrong babydoll? Tell me what i did please.” He begged, tilting his head to seem more apologetic. You almost gave in, but something changed. You scoffed and shoved him, which did nothing to move his strong frame. “A man thinking everything is about him, classic.”

You tried to get around him but to no avail. He got tired of this game and flipped you over his shoulder. He walked back to the bedroom this all started in with you kicking your feet and pounding at his back.

“Let me down you fucker! I didn’t do anything. This is America and i have free fucking will you bi-“ he shut you up with a swift slap to your clit, the moan that crawled its way out your mouth making him smirk.

When he finally got inside the room, he put you on the bed carefully, but with enough force to let you know he was mad.

“You’re not leaving this room until you apologize and act like a big girl so i can know what’s wrong.” You just stared up at him, letting out “hmph” and turning your head away from him.

“fine. we can’t act like a big girl? Then i’ll treat you like a lil kid. Go stand in the corner.” Your eyes looking up at him with defiance made him only more firm in his stance. He used his strength to pull you to your feet by your forearms. Poor pulled you close and whispered. “Go stand in the fucking corner. ‘m not bullshitting here. Do it, now.” You followed his directions with your head looking down at the floor, a blush in your cheeks, and sluggish walk.

you don’t know how long he made you stand there but eventually your knees got weak and you fell to the floor, kneeling on accident. Before you could get up, he was already there. As if he was watching you, and he was. His eyes never left you.

“Learned your lesson?” Pope asked, rubbing the back of his hand across your cheek. You nodded, leaning up to try and kiss him. “Nuh uh. no kisses for you. Not until i know you’re my good girl again. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

you stood there, staring at your feet. How could you tell him you didn’t know what was wrong? “well?” he asked, getting impatient as he watched you fiddle with your hands.

“don’ know Po. I just wanted some attention” your voice withered as you pouted, tears welling in your eyes from embarrassment.

“Oh my poor thing. I’ve been neglecting you?” with your head nodding yes, he sat on the bed scooped you up in his lap, so you were facing him.

“don’t worry, imma make it all better again. Like daddy always does, ‘Kay?” you stared at him, head already cloudy from the lack of distance between you two. His hand reached up to pull your chin between his fingers, using it to forc you to nod. Pope pulls you closer, finally letting you get the kiss you’ve wanted.

He slides his right hand from your hip down to your lace covered cunt under the skirt. As he thumbs your clit he uses the moment you moan out a gasp to stick his tongue inside your mouth. There’s no fight for dominance, you always welcome the intrusion.

Once he feels like you might be wet enough, he rubs his hand across your lips, feeling your arousal soak his hand. He sticks pointer and middle finger inside without it warning. You whine, the tears finally falling as you look up at him. “Nuh uh. None of that. You’re supposed to be my good girl now, making it up to me and shit. Now sit there and take it. Keep those pretty eyes on me”

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. it never does with him. He pays such good attention to you that he just knows how to make you cum quick and how to make it last long and pleasurable. As he speeds up with your walls clenching around him, he uses this moment to leave hickies on your neck. That always makes you cum immediately, and this time is no different.

He lets you ride out your bliss, almost leading you into overstimulation with how he continues even after. He pulls his hand from under your skirt and licks the wetness off his hand. He sticks the same fingers he just had inside you in his mouth, moaning as if it was the sweetest thing in the world.

You paw at his chest, trying to get some of his kisses, but he stops you. “You’ll get what you want in a second baby, we’re not done yet.”

[rafesweetie]

track vi. I THINK HE KNOWS! (pope heyward x sunny!reader)

“he got that boyish look that i like in a man”

you couldn’t help yourself. you had such a crush on pope heyward. he was smart, brave, kind, and oh so handsome. you had to have him.

you walked up to him at a party, all smiles. he’s chatting with a girl. her name was kiara, you seemed to recall. you needed to stop it.

a kook by blood, when pope realizes it’s you trying to get his attention, he takes a cautious step back. “uh, d’you need something?”

“hey! i just wanna talk,” is all you say softly, smiling.

“about what?”

“pope, just walk away, she’s a kook—“ you hear kiara whisper, which makes your smile fade, hurt by her rudeness.

“just wanna get to know you, s’all,” you tell him, having no problem with forwardness, even though your voice is all sad and nervous now.

seeing your genuine upset over being almost-rejected, he feels guilty, he nods and puts a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to sit on the steps of john b’s porch, where the party was. it perks you back up instantly.

“what’s your name again?” pope asks, ever so politely, and you tell him. “i’m pope,”

“i know,” you tell him. “i mean— everyone knows the pogues after you guys found el dorado. so brave,”

“brave?”

“mhm. i could never go into a scary rainforest with no phone or anything, just for gold. it’s super brave, what if you got lost or something?”

“nah, nah, we wouldn’t get lost, big john had a compass…” he goes into the small details of finding the treasure, all the thought that pope, specifically, had put into this. you’re just batting your eyelashes, listening to every word.

“so you’re really smart, then,” you concur from his words. “what do you wanna be when you grow up?”

“a coroner.”

“wow.”

“what about you?”

“ummm, haven’t thought that far ahead. taking a gap year,”

“that’s okay. i guess i am too. you don’t have to know just yet, we’re young,”

he’s sweet too. so you tell him. “you’re really nice. my older brother told me all the pogues were mean,”

“funny, uh, that’s what my dad says about kooks.”

“am i mean?” you ask, misinterperating his words.

“no, baby, you’re good. you’re very kind,”

baby. “good,” is all you say softly, in a bit of a trance.

you two talk for a bit longer, wearing his sweater because it’s chilly and his father always told him to be a gentleman to sweethearts. until the party dies down, and he offers to drive you home in the twinkie.

“this is a cute car,” you say softly as you sit inside. “home-y,”

“yeah, it is, huh? we all decorated it, john b’s had it forever, refuses to get rid of it.”

“i like it. cozier than kook cars,”

somehow during talking (you two haven’t stopped), his hand lands on your thigh. not that you mind, it feels like you’ve known him ages, you’re already comfortable around him.

pulling into the rich side of the island, you tell him your address and he pulls into your driveway.

“alright, it was really nice meeting you, baby,” pope smiles. “sleep well, mkay?”

you nod. “yeah night—“ you start, but cut yourself off. “hey.” you start.

“yeah?”

“i don’t normally do this, but, do you wanna… come in? my parents aren’t gonna be home for a couple days,”

he scratches his head, thinking. “uh, for what?”

“i think you know.”

a lyrical smile on his face as he nods, helping you out of the car. he doesn’t normally do this either, but something about you captivated him. bless his soul.

[lmaowhatt]

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[stilynskyx]

MALIBU BARBIE, pope heyward

Nerd bf x Clueless gf

QUINN CAMERON is seen as clueless, sheltered ditzy, carefree, bubbly, kook

POPE HEYWARD is seen as Intelligent, determined, loyal, reserved, compassionate, pouge

Feelings arise as Quinn is caught between her privileged world and the bond forming with Pope, her Pogue tutor. As her growing feelings for Pope challenge the unspoken rules of her social circle. Torn between expectations and self-discovery, the two must navigate their place in a divide of kooks and pouges.

[littlelamy]

𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷

the soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the blinds, painting the room in warm hues of orange and pink. you were sitting on pope’s bed, legs tucked beneath you as you scrolled through your phone. he was beside you, leaning back against the headboard, a book in hand.

it had been a quiet afternoon, the kind you’d both come to cherish. no chaos, no interruptions—just the two of you enjoying each other’s company.

you glanced up, catching the way his lips pursed slightly as he focused on the page. “what’s so interesting?” you teased, setting your phone down.

pope looked up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “just some history stuff. you’d be bored out of your mind.”

“try me.” you shifted closer, leaning your chin on his shoulder to peek at the book.

but instead of reading, your attention drifted to him—the way his curls fell into his eyes, the faint scruff along his jaw, and the way his lips curved when he smiled.

“you’re not looking at the book,” he said, his voice soft but teasing.

“maybe i found something better to look at,” you replied, your voice dipping slightly as you reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead.

pope set the book aside, turning to face you fully. his eyes softened, a mix of affection and amusement glinting in their depths. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“you like it,” you shot back, your lips twitching into a grin.

“yeah, i do,” he admitted, his voice dropping as he leaned closer.

your heart skipped a beat as his hand slid to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. the kiss started soft, tentative, as if testing the waters. but it didn’t take long for the tension to crackle between you.

his lips moved against yours with increasing intensity, his other hand finding your waist and pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging gently as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that sent heat spiraling through your body.

the world outside faded, leaving only the sensation of his hands roaming your back, his lips trailing down to press soft, lingering kisses along your jaw and down to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.

“pope,” you murmured, your voice breathy as your nails raked lightly against his scalp.

he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his forehead resting against yours. “what?” he whispered, his voice low and laced with a smile.

“nothing,” you replied, tugging him back down into another kiss. “just don’t stop.”

he chuckled softly against your lips, his hands sliding beneath your shirt to rest on the bare skin of your waist. “i wasn’t planning on it.”

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[camilyscove]

LONG AWAITED . POPE HEYWARD ꩜

trope : best friends to lovers

genre : fluff , a little angst .

summary : you and pope are best friends, however when he finally expresses his feelings for you, you’re ready to be more than that.

YOU COULD NEVER GET OVER just how much you really needed pope in your life.

you couldn't count with your fingers how many times he had been there for you, gotten in trouble with his dad because he always ran off with you rather than doing his chores. and you loved him for that.

when you two were kids, you guys were the ultimate duo. you were outside, running around on the playground until you got into a heated argument with some other kid. it ended with you pushing them down the slide, causing the tears to flow and one of the teachers making you sit inside.

you huffed and complained as the teacher told you that the rest of your recess time would be spent in the isolated library. you rolled your eyes when she turned her back, putting up your pinky-finger at her while sticking out your tongue.

you, being a bright extrovert that never knew when to shut her mouth, couldn't help but notice the only other person in the empty library without speaking to him. he was peering at you from above his book, curious and a little surprised.

your eyes widened, and you quickly slid down into the seat next to him. "don't tell her I did that. I'm already in big trouble," you whispered into his ear. he moved away, a weird look on his face.

"you do know that the whole 'chinese middle finger' hoax, isn't real, right?"

your face was blank. "huh?"

"putting up your pinky finger isn't an alternative for the middle finger."

"does that mean you're gonna snitch?" you questioned, squinting at him. he sighed, shaking his head.

"thanks. I hate that teacher. she's always on my cheeks."

"your.. cheeks?"

"it's an alt— alter—“

"alternative?"

"yeah, that, for," you leaned in closer, glancing around to make sure nobody else was there, and even though there wasn’t, you lowered your voice, “ass."

pope stared at you. he had never heard anyone— especially a girl— say that, except his dad, and that was a one-time thing. you giggled, a mischievous smile on your lit-up face.

"anywayyyyy," you said in a sing-song voice, "whatcha' doin' in here?"

"reading and studying."

"why?"

he knitted his eyebrows together, tilting his head to the side a bit. "because i have a pop-quiz."

"i thought pop quiz means you don't know about it."

"yeah, it does."

"then how come you know?"

"because I'm smart. duh," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. you scoffed, "I'm smart, too. and I didn't know about it."

pope gave you a nasty look before going back to his book. you sighed, spinning his pen between your fingers and observing the library you were in. it had that dewey smell of old books, and the ceiling was high. you could see the playground from the tall windows, and you longed to be out there, joining games of telephone and freeze-tag. however you had no ounce of self-control, at least not enough to take some random kid’s bullshit.

you figured this boy went to library everyday during recess, considering you had never seen him on the black-top, in the fields playing dodge-ball, or on the playground. and that's what every normal kid did.

"hey," you mumbled, poking his arm with the pen. he hummed softly, paying no attention to you. you spoke up, anyway. "are you an alien?"

his eyes slowly trailed up your face before they landed on your own. he didn't respond, instead just staring at you as if you were the weirdest, most stupid person he had ever came in contact with.

"what's your name, alien?"

"pope. and I'm not an alien."

"that 'kinda sounds like an alien name, pope."

"it's really not."

after a short moment of silence, you smiled.

"hey, you're actually pretty cool. I'm not 'tryna be mean. just curious. I've never seen you outside with everyone else, but if you ever do, you can always play with me."

he didn't answer, instead deciding to turn away from you, but nobody could miss the faint smile that played on his lips.

pope chose to ignore you for the next twenty-five minutes of recess, tuning out your constant rambling about literally anything that popped up on your mind. even though he barely paid attention to what you were saying, he quickly learned that you truly had no filter. but he liked it. so for the next week, you had purposely gotten in trouble to talk to him in the library, your smile becoming the highlight of his day. (even though he'd never admit that.)

you started waving at him in the hallways, inviting him to sit next to you at lunch with your friends. you even began to read a book he was, just so you guys could be ‘twinsies.'

and soon enough, he was welcomed into the friend group that consisted of jj maybank, kiara carrera, and john b routeledge.

and now, you were sitting on the hammock outside of the château, pope right next to you. your head was buried in the crook of his neck, and he softly played with your hair.

the sunset was gorgeous. you and pope spent the day boating and swimming, watching tv and eating snacks on the couch of your home before going back to the château. all the pogues were there; john b and jj and kie and sarah. they were drinking out of beer-bottles and laughing while they got high on some weed jj stole. while you’d usually join them, you wanted to just relax in the arms of your best friend.

it felt perfect, the gentle touch of pope’s fingertips brushing against your hair, while you breathed in his scent of sea-salt and faded cologne.

“hey, y/n?” pope said, his voice soft. you opened your eyes, humming in reply, to show you were listening.

“remember when i told you about me and kie?”

you nodded. he was talking about how he kissed kie.

it hurt, when you he told you.

you remember how all the hope you had of possibly becoming more than just best friends with pope had all but vanished. his words felt like being punched in the gut. the rejection stung, you became bitter. you began to wonder if anyone would ever see you more than just a friend.

it hit you then, when he told you in the dead of night that he kissed kie, that you didn’t just like pope. you didn’t just have a small crush on him. you were in love with pope. you’d defend him when he wasn’t around, you would laugh with him and go through crazy shit with him. the features of his face were carved into your mind, impossible to forget. when you made him smile or laugh, you felt proud. you were making him happy, not kie. not any other girl.

you.

so why couldn’t he choose you?

because he was your best friend. and he saw you as just that.

it might’ve been a greedy thought, but you just wanted more.

“i don’t like her that way.”

you blinked, shifting underneath his arm to look up at him. you tried to meet his eyes, but he was clearly avoiding eye-contact. you figured he was lying.

“oh,” you replied, and you hoped the uncertainty in your voice didn’t show.

it was quiet for a moment, and you tried not to let it bother you.

“i don’t think i ever liked her that way.”

his words hung in the air, and you couldn’t help but not believe him. you sighed softly, biting down on your bottom lip, trying not to remind him of how he’d get that look on his face when he saw kie; like he was in an unbreakable trance.

“you know, that, right, y/n?” he asked, his voice barely audible. there was a slight tremble in his voice, and you feared it was your fault,

“yes, pope.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“okay, well, i’m not buying it. are you seriously telling me that the whole ‘i’m in love with kie’ thing wasn’t real? that you never liked her?”

“yes? i was just.. i always thought no girl would want to be with me. so kie was different. i never—“

“okay, pope. i believe you, alright?” you scoffed, sitting up in the hammock.

pope stared at you. “you’re my best friend—“

“yeah, no shit—“

“can you just listen, y/n?” you shut up, trying your hardest not to get up and join the rest of the pogues. that beer and weed were looking real good right about then.

“i was always scared to tell you. afraid that it would ruin our friendship and you’d never wanna be around me anymore. but i like you. no— scratch that, y/n. i fucking love you. i always have. but you’re just.. too good for me. too pretty and too cool and too— everything. you’d never choose me. i knew that.”

“pope..” you whispered, but he quickly shook his head.

“no. let me talk. if im going to do this, then let me talk.”

you nodded a little, your heartbeat going one hundred miles per hour. he loved you.

he really did.

“i thought that maybe if i got with kie, then you’d realize i could be more than just your best friend, that i could do anything a good boyfriend would. but then she dropped me. and i was scared that you would think it was because i wasn’t good enough. but i want you to know that kie is my best friend. you.. you’re like, the love of my life. it’s corny but—“

“just shut up,” you said suddenly.

you pulled him in, slinging your arm around his neck as you came in contact with his lips. they were softer than you expected, and your lips moved together in sync passionately.

you couldn’t believe this was finally happening. after years and years of dreaming of this one moment, it finally came to you.

when you pulled away, pope tried to chase your lips, but you placed a hand on his lips with a laugh. “geez, eager much?”

pope rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around you, embracing you as tight as he could.

“i love you, y/n. i love you so much,” he whispered into you ear, his head laying on yours. the corners of your plump lips from kissing pope curved up in a sweet smile.

“i love you, too, pope.”

and when you finally pulled away from the hug, you couldn’t help but admire the eyes of the boy who had been yours from the start.

[wrtzia]

Pope Heyward - Andromeda

Bsf!Pope Heyward x AstronomyLover!Reader

Warning ; none, pure fluff

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Your skin was being tickled by the warm blanket you were on, your legs in the warm grass with your eyes staring above you. The sun was down and the moon was up, the sky decorated by hundreds of stars. Like always, you were fascinated. The stars were there every night, shining brightly, causing your eyes to glow. 

You didn’t know why stars fascinated you that way. Maybe it was the way each one had a story, or how they seemed more shiny every new night. No matter what the reason was, you didn’t want it to stop. Astronomy has been your reason to live for years, waiting patiently for every rise of the moon just to scan the sky, looking for your favorite constellation.

There was only one thing you loved more than the stars, one thing you wouldn’t admit to yourself. “Hey you.” Your head turned to the right, your thoughts interrupted by your best friend installing himself beside you. “What are you doing out there ? It’s a cold night, you’re going to get a cold.”

You giggled slightly at the concern, being a typical Pope. With him caring too much, you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering. “Watching the stars.” and that was typical of you. Even at day the Pogues could find you staring at the sky, saying the stars are there, just not visible. 

The boy laid down beside you, his elbow touching yours. You two stayed there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, just admiring the beauty of the night. Eventually, Pope turned to you, a curious look in his eyes. ‘’So, you. It’s been years and I still don’t know why you’re so in love with stars.’’

You turned to meet his eyes before looking back at the dark sky, thinking for a few seconds. ‘’I don't know.’’ Your eyes fell back on him, ‘’I think it’s because they all have their own history.’’

The boy raised an eyebrow, looking at your bright eyes, before looking at the stars as you followed his gaze. ‘’Uh-Uh. Which history is your favorite?’’

Which was your favorite ? That was a good question. Perhaps it was Sirius, for being the brightest star. Maybe Alpha Centauri, the closest to the earth. Or maybe the history of the astrological signs. Eventually, as your eyes met the brown guy again, you came to a conclusion. 

‘’Andromeda.’’

Once again, Pope’s head turned towards you. He didn’t need to talk for you to understand he wanted the why, why this one and not another ? 

‘’Andromeda, also called ‘The Chained Lady.’ Never heard of it?’’, at your words, Pope shook his head, making you continue your words ; ‘’Stars almost always go with Greek mythology. Here, it’s about a woman, Andromeda. After doing something, she got chained to a rock to be eaten by the sea monster.’’ 

You stopped in your words, your eyes registering his facial expression. ‘’I know, not joyful. But wait. She got saved by Perseus and became HIS queen.’’ You looked back at the sky, pretending to look for it, even though you knew you couldn’t see it. ‘’My dad used to tell me it was the constellation of love. She keeps stars, supposed to enlighten us with gentleness and beauty. I think it’s like…The protector of love.’’

You noticed the soft look in Pope’s eyes, somehow your story about Andromeda got to him. That didn’t really surprise you, Pope always was the kind to listen to your story, even the most crazy ones, and have the sweetest smile on his face. Sometimes teasing you about them, sometimes asking questions, and today seemed like the second option ; “You love stars, but you love the love more, is that it ?” 

You nodded slowly, feeling butterflies in your stomach by the fact he understood. You have known him for a long time, you were in third grades. But lately, he started asking you more and more about your love for things, for astronomy, and that made you love him a bit more. “I love the love.”

Pope smiled and looked at you, thinking about how he loved stars as well, but for different reasons. The reasons he loved the shining dark sky is because of the way your eyes lit up every time you mention them. The way they are making your eyes glow, here under the night sky, causing your eyes to be even prettier than usually.  The way you knew every single story, every constellation. The way they always fascinated you, your love for them not budging during the years.

You loves stars, and you love Andromeda for being the ‘protector of love’, as you called it. He loves you for your passion with stars, and your ability to shine even more than Sirius.

And with that simple thought, Pope settled beside you, his eyes closed and a soft smile on his lips. And you stayed there, your eyes still on the stars, the same soft smile on your lips as your carefully slipped in his arms.

'Thanks Andromeda, for bringing me this love.', you thought as your eyes closed too.

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