#pope heyward fic

[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.

[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

[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.”

[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. “

[jjssweetlover]

what’s pope heyward like in bed? 🐚

pairings: pope heyward x fem!reader

info/warnings: smut, suggestive themes.

asks: open! 𝜗𝜚

a/n: this one was a request! thank you to whoever requested it!!

- loves music playing lightly when you guys do it. he can be a little awkward at times and it helps him settle down a bit more!

- 𝜗𝜚

- is the sweetest boy literally ever when you guys do stuff. he’s always checking in on you and making sure you’re still up for it.

he lightly trailed his hands down your torso, so light it was almost as if he were touching thin glass. he kissed from below your belly button all the way down to the hem of your swim bottoms. you looked down at him with pure love, but as you expected him to keep going he stopped.

“are you sure? like hundred percent sure?” he was asking so suddenly, but the look on his face showed nothing but care and love. you reached your hand down and ran your finger over his jaw.

“i’m so sure.” your words were nothing but pure truth, and he believed you. but still, he looked at your face to make sure there wasn’t a look of regret. he smiled and nodded, continuing his trail of kisses around your swim bottoms.

- 𝜗𝜚

- is pretty vanilla at first, but jj just keeps talking about things he’s done and it makes pope so curious to try!!

- 𝜗𝜚

- isn’t super loud but us vocal. he’s always whispering his affection towards you.

you were on top of him, your hips moving lightly on his. you were both still fully clothed, but it felt amazing. the pace of his breathing started to pick up and you knew he was closer. you leaned in and kissed him, a kiss filled with love on both ends.

he pulled away and kissed your ear, whispering a long string of words to you. you couldn’t make out every word, but you could count how many times he said “i love you”

15 times.

- 𝜗𝜚

- favorite place to do it that isn’t his bedroom is any secluded area of a beach.

popes hand held yours tightly, lightly dragging you on the downhill tread through the mix of grass and sand. when you were finally near the water he stopped and looked at you with a telling smile. he laid out his towel from earlier in the day and immediately was getting to work on you.

his hands were everywhere on you. his mouth was leaving the hardest, but most loving kisses.

it was just you, him, and the waves as your witness.

- 𝜗𝜚

- loves to leave marks on you but in very secretive areas. he likes you and him being the only ones who know about them.

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A Mistake - Pope Heyward × fem!reader

summary: Pope and y/n wake up after a heavy night of drinking, and what looks like a hookup, and have to face the consequences of the night.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: talk of sex, morning after pill, fluff, tw throwing up memtion, mention of use of drugs and alcohol

author's note: this is my first time writing Pope, so idk if it's good or not. but I had this idea after I thought about Sex Education (the Netflix show) and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here I am, presenting this fic to you like a newborn baby (i should stop making sick jokes)

The night was a daze. You can barely remember anything that happened after you found that unopened bottle of tequila. The only thing you do know, is that you finally, with the help of alcohol, had the guts to tell your crush how you feel about him. 

Waking up hungover is a slow process, first you blink open your eyes, the room looks unfamiliar to you, but that's just how it is sometimes. Your head feels like it's grown ten times bigger overnight, and your throat feels sore. Although the pounding in your ear is growing quieter, it doesn't help with the overall nausea that has your body and mind in a chokehold. You try to remember what happened; how you arrived with your best friends; how they both basically vanished after each found a respectable guy for the night; how you drank your loneliness away and- You roll over to your other side, slowly, to not wake the person who just groaned next to you. 

Pope feels like the night before was probably the lowest point in his life. He got high and drunk, thanks to no other than his best friend JJ, and went on a rant about how Kiara had fucked him over. Usually he keeps his face clean with the nice facade of “I'm over it” but that was washed away by the third shot and the end of the first joint. Pope has a philosophy to not hold grudges against his friends, because he knows that it's just gonna ruin his friendships in the long run. Also, he would have too many grudges up until now if he did hold onto them. But when Kie lied to him about liking him too, when she stole his first kiss just to break up with him a day later- He was hurt to say the very least. 

“Dude, just let it all out,” JJ encouraged him that night, and boy, oh boy, did he. But what Pope didn't expect was when you had popped up, basically out of nowhere, and yelled at him about how oblivious and annoying he was for not even seeing you as anything more than his lab partner. And maybe, if he wasn't drunk, he wouldn't have been so bold to ask you to dance after you were done screaming at him. 

And maybe if he hadn't asked you to dance, you wouldn't have kissed him and asked him to go upstairs. And then maybe he wouldn't have slept with you, and he could remember more about it than just how good it felt. 

“Oh God,” he groans louder than he wanted to, making his own head hurt even more. 

“You're alive,” you huff, sitting on the edge of the bed, your clothes already on after you scrambled to get up as soon as you had seen him. 

“What happened?” Pope asks, but he knows it's just what he thinks it is, what he feels with his body naked under the flimsy sheet. 

“We made a mistake,” you shake your head, not daring to look at him and get lost in his eyes, or the curve of his lips. 

“Did we-” Pope doesn't want to say it, maybe because there is still a tiny bit of hope that it had just been a dream. 

“Yes,” you hiss, walking around the room trying to find the one piece of evidence that you need. 

“What are you doing?” He rubs his face with his large hands, and when you look at him, it's almost like you can still feel it; the way he held you and touched you, scared to hurt you, as if you're the most delicate and precious thing he's ever gotten to hold. 

“I'm looking for the condom. I'm pretty sure we used one, but I want to be double sure,” you mumble while leaning down to check under the bed, yet you find nothing.

“Uhm, okay. Do you- Was I okay?” he asked sheepishly, his Adam's apple bobbing and making you want to kiss him again, just to know if it feels as good now as it did last night. 

“I think so. Can't remember much, just that you kept asking if I was okay and that you weren't hurting me,” you say and he nods. 

“Okay, cool,” he keeps on nodding, holding onto the sheet and looking at you as if he's uncomfortable in his own skin. 

“You know what, I'm gonna go and you can keep looking. But I'm like 98% sure we used one,” you speak up and turn to leave without another word. 

As soon as you are home, you start puking until you feel like your stomach has turned inside out. 

You hate yourself for what you did, for saying all those things to him and then still ending up in bed with him. Pope doesn't sleep around, that's a well known fact, but you can't help but wonder if he only did it to shut you up and get you to stop pursuing him, like a “get it out of your system” fuck. 

And while you ponder over the night, and try to piece together every little detail, even texting mutual friends to see if they have more knowledge about it, Pope finds himself lying on the porch couch at the Château. 

“That’s my man,” JJ laughs loudly as he walks up the stairs and Pope flips him off. 

“Can you be quiet,” he groans, folding his arms over his head to block out as much light as possible. 

“Dude,” JJ quiets down a bit, but he's still laughing. “First you go full crazy bitch on Kie, and then you fuck that nerdy chick? Please tell me if she's just as much of a freak as she looks like.” 

“What?” Pope lifts his arm to glance at the blonde. 

“You know, the shy girl stereotype?” JJ quips, sitting down in an armchair.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, and I can't remember anything. I can't even remember if we used protection. I'm fucked. Completely fucked, JJ,” Pope sighs, if he could sink to the bottom of the ocean to avoid the embarrassment, he would do it. 

“That's not good. You can pray that she's on birth control, dude, or like get her Plan B,” JJ shrugs and leans back.

“Why did I even listen to you? You're like the devil on my shoulder,” Pope shudders, his body isn't as accustomed to hangovers like JJ is. 

“Shut up, you love me. And you needed that, if not just for a good fuck. I mean, when was the last time you got laid?” JJ asks, but his friend doesn't answer, too embarrassed to admit it, after all JJ is the one who keeps trying to get him to hook up with girls, always making sure they can both get some, the perfect wingman. 

“No way,” JJ shakes his head. 

“Way,” Pope sighs. “What if she's pregnant? What if I fucked everything up, and I can't even remember?” 

That's when his phone rings, and he feels like throwing it against the wall, and if he had the money for a new one he would just do it. 

“Pope's phone, JJ speaking. How can I help you today?” JJ had picked the phone from his pocket and took the call, with Pope even trying to intervene. 

“Is Pope there? I have to talk to him,” your voice quivers and JJ almost drops the phone, he's as giddy as he was the first time he saw boobs, maybe not as much, but it's in the range. 

“Yes, I'm gonna hand him over right now,” JJ grins and hands the phone to Pope. You don't understand why Pope hangs out with his friends, most of them aren't really who you would expect him to be friends with, but you don't want to judge him, or them, too much because truly you only know the rumors. 

“Hi, Pope?” you ask after a low “m-hm” came through the speaker. “It's y/n, uhm, I wanted to ask if you could come by the pharmacy and help me out.”

“Why are you at the pharmacy?” Pope hates the fact that his brain doesn't work as well when he's drunk or hungover. 

“I'm trying to buy the morning after pill, just to be sure, you know, but I don't have enough cash and their card scanner is broken,” you whisper into your phone, not wanting the pedestrians to hear what you were about to do. 

“I can be there in ten,” Pope replies while sitting up, but he feels like he's about to empty his stomach on the floor boards as soon as he's steady in his seat again. “Maybe fifteen,” he breaks out before managing to run into the bathroom and throwing the phone back to JJ. 

“He'll take twenty, looks pretty nasty. Sorry ‘bout that,” JJ tells you, and you nod patiently. 

“Okay, I'll just wait here. I'm sorry about the- Anyway,” you sigh. 

“So, is he, like, freaky? ‘Cause it's Pope and-” JJ starts, but you hit red faster than he can finish his sentence, not wanting to think about what you had done the night prior. 

It takes Pope thirty minutes to get ready and look at least somewhat respectable when he gets to you. He's wearing light gray jeans shorts and a dark green cut-off shirt, paired with some sunglasses. You can't believe that, even hungover, he looks hotter than you want to imagine at the moment. 

“Sorry, I got here as fast as I could manage,” he apologizes, and you nod, not knowing what exactly to say. 

“I'm ten bucks short, and she was already judging, so I didn't wanna ask to pay later and-” You stop when you feel his hand on your shoulder, but it's gone as quick as he placed it. 

“Sorry. It's okay, that's all I wanted to say. I'm gonna pay for it, was my fault after all,” Pope gives you a tight-lipped smile.

The pharmacy is cold compared to the heat outside, but the judgmental glare the lady behind the counter gives you is worse than the shudder that is going down your spine while standing right under the AC. She hands you the pill, explains the usage and Pope pays, refusing you to pitch in. It's almost like waking up from a fever dream when you walk back out. 

“That was horrible,” Pope sighs, heading for the small corner store. “Come on, you need something to drink.” 

“I think I'm better going home,” you mumble and something inside him clicks, how nervous you had been last night, much like him. 

“I wanted to talk a bit, make sure you're okay,” he says quietly, holding a hand out for you, and your heart makes the choice to take it before your mind can tell you otherwise. 

He takes you into the store, asking you all kinds of questions, like what your favorite snack is, and your favorite drink, and once you're done you have a bag full of stuff that you didn't even ask for. It feels like he is trying to make it up to you. 

So, when you sit down on an old pier, looking out onto the sea, you can only hope that this isn't just what he always does. 

“You know, you didn't have to do all this. I'm okay on my own,” you tell him and turn to look at him, but he's already looking at you. Admiring how pretty you look with the soft glow of the setting sun shining on your skin. 

Pope doesn't get confused often, but he does feel a sense of insecurity when it comes to how his body feels when looking at you. Sure, you have always been pretty, beautiful even, and he likes the jokes you make in class and how quick you are with your answers to difficult questions, but he has never paid as much attention to you as he does now. 

“Do I have something on my face?” you ask, and he shakes his head. 

“No, you're just really pretty,” he sighs contently, before realizing what he said and shaking his head as if to clear his mind. “I'm sorry, that wasn't-”

“Pope, it's okay,” you smile at him, taking his hand and drawing his eyes back to you. 

“I've never done this before,” he gulps. 

“Bought Plan B? Me neither,” you giggle, and he thinks it's his new favorite sound. 

“No, all of this. You're probably gonna think I'm fucking you over when I say this, but as embarrassing as it is to admit with the circumstances, this was my first time,” he speaks quietly and your eyes widen. 

“Your- I thought you and your friend-” your words get stuck in your throat. 

“No, she broke it off before anything could happen, and I'm glad she did.” He smiles, but it looks like he's still hurt by it. “You?”

“Not the first, but I don't have any more comparisons to make here,” you laugh because it feels like a sick joke. “At least your friend isn't as much of an ass like my ex.” 

“I'm sorry,” Pope says, and you feel like he truly does care. 

“It's okay,” you tell him and take the small package in your hands. The instructions the lady gave you are the same as on the manual inside. 

“Bottoms up?” you tell Pope and hold your soda out, making him clink his can against yours. The pill goes down smoothly, but you're unsure if it was even necessary. 

“You'd think there would be more foolproof ways to this than… all that,” you sigh and point at the world around you. 

“What do you mean?” Pope asks, taking another sip of his soda. 

“Even if you do everything right, life can still fuck you over. You can play by all the rules, be a perfect little angel to the world, and still lose.” 

“You mean, like chaos theory?” Pope ponders.

“Maybe. I'm not sure. It's just not fair and shit keeps happening and just for once I would like it to go not wrong,” you sigh exasperatedly. 

“Maybe it doesn't have to,” he mumbles, and a small smile creeps into his face. Pope is aware of the comedy of the situation, to suggest you start dating after hooking up is probably one of the craziest things he has ever done, right after drunkenly hooking up with you and not being able to remember it. Yet, you are his favorite lab partner, and he likes your brains and your smile and how you are really not shy when you know you're right. 

“What are you proposing?” you ask, and he beams at you. 

“Would you go out with me?” 

You nod, hesitantly at first, but with every move of your head you get more confident in your choice. “I'd love to.” 

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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.

[esposadomd]

SWEET PEA

(taken from pinterest)

Pope Heyward x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, teasing, Pope being the sexy hottie that he is, bad writing, GOOGLE TRANSLATOR, imagine short, pet names.

Pope, aka my husband, has VERY FEW imagines here on TUMBLR and that sucks because he's perfect. So I decided to make one

Enjoy!😘

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Pope interrupts our make-out session when he hears a noise coming from downstairs, leaving a trail of saliva as we walk away.

''Did you hear that?'' he said.

''Yeah, I heard'' I replied.

He walked away towards the window and pulled back the curtain.

''My father has arrived,'' he muttered with a snort.

''Look, maybe we can continue later'' he said approaching me ''at my house'' I mumbled touching the collar of his shirt ''today, since my parents are out…'' I approached his ear.

I noticed his hair stand on end and then a smile appeared on his face. He kissed me with bleary eyes staring directly at my lips.

''It is?''

''Yeah, see you later?'' I asked, already gathering my materials from a long-forgotten study session.

''Ahem, see you later'' the kiss for the last time.

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Pope invades his mouth as he presses you against the wall, eliciting a groan that is immediately swallowed by your boyfriend placing his leg between his.

He shifts his attention to her neck, soon making marks that are sure to show up the next day. The friction of his leg, along with his attack on his neck, makes you a moaning mess.

Walking towards the bed, you tripped and fell so that Pope followed and got on top of you. His hand that was previously cupping her thigh is now overstimulating her clit through her frilly pink panties. An attempt to spice up this long-awaited hour and given Pope's reaction, it worked.

Pope, now wide-eyed in lust, approached his mound.

''Hmm, how delicious'' he said licking the soft tissue causing friction and tremors in his body. '' A little bitch just for me '' he said accelerating his movements and making her wetter, with the meeting of his nose and her clitoris.

''Pope p-please'' you beg.

''Please What Sweet Pea''

You swear the pet name would make you come.

''Please fuck me''

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the lack of 'pope heyward x reader' fanfiction on this www. is frankly sickening to me— that man is perfect and i want him!

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Honestly, Pope should have seen this coming. All of it, the whole thing. The competition on the dive; the artifact retrieved. His two best friends, dying from the bends. Pope was the plan guy. And he should have planned for this.   Extended scene for 4.02.

Surely everyone knows I had to write it, lol.

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