#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

[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.

——————

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.

[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. “

[kimoralov3]

a/n: this is inspired by my glasses because they kept sliding down while i was reading

“and i tried to explain to him that that’s not how dna and genetics worked, but he just shrugged me off and went back on his little rant. i mean, why do i even try?” pope rambles. the two of you were currently sat on your bed, your back against the headboard with pope’s head in your lap.

to be totally honest, you weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying. i mean, how could you? not when those beautiful big brown eyes were staring into your soul. your fingers were tangled in his necklace, careful not to break it.

“and then today when i was at the store, some kid bumped into me and nearly knocked me over. didn’t even stop to say excuse me. can you believe that? how are parents raising their kids these days. no respect, at all.” he continues. he was so cute when he rambled on like this.

he kept talking more, either not noticing that your attention wasn’t fully on his words or just simply not caring. however, you are pulled out of your boyfriend-induced daydream when his hand reaches up and readjusts your glasses on your nose. 

“we need to plant some more veggies, we’re running low. we should have room for that in the budget, right?” he asks as he finally looks up at you.

there’s a long pause before your response comes. “you wanna make out?”

“huh?” he asks, sitting up abruptly. you laugh at that, taking off your glasses and setting them aside as you crawl into his lap.

“i said, do you wanna make out?”

“i mean, how could i say no to that?” he asks as he pulls you down so you’re laying on top of him.

@arkofblake @ivysprophecy @murdockcastleslut

[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.

[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.

[4ngelfawn33]

Pairing Introduction 🌺 Pope x Bunny!Reader

The next unique pairing I'd like to introduce... Pope and Bunny! They seem so opposite on the outside but when you see how they are, you'll realize they're perfect!

Not quite a kook, and not quite a pouge, despite all her charm, Bunny!Reader has a hard time fitting into one social group, something Pope Heyward can relate to. Despite that though, Bunny is very social and gets along with a large group of people, which why to some it was shocking that her and the more introverted Pope were together!

Pope and Bunny!Reader met under urgent circumstances, according to Bunny anyhow. Bunny attends a prestigious ballet school on Figure Eight Island, one her parents had to take out a hefty loan for in order to afford to pay for tuition. The one condition that had to be met was that Bunny was passing her classes. To her, it sounded easy enough, but between all her ballet classes and social gatherings she attended, her grades quickly fell through the cracks. No matter how much she complained to her parents that college courses were hard and tiring, they didn't budge on their condition. So Bunny!Reader had to find a solution.

One of her friends suggested she hire a tutor and Bunny thought it was a great idea, so that's exactly what she did! That's how she met Pope. He had a low hourly rate and great reviews so he was obviously the best hire.

Pope did his very best to remain professional, but it's hard to do that when a pretty girl with pouty lips and fluttery eyelashes keeps flirting with you! Eventually during one of the later tutoring sessions, Bunny!Reader convinces Pope to ease up, and they had a really great conversation.

Bunny made sure to tell her cute tutor all about herself. Bunny is a classically trained dancer who spends her free time indulging in anything vintage. Thrift stores and old furniture shops are the places she prefers to spend time, searching for the best pieces to add to her wardrobe and her room. She enjoys hanging out and overpriced cafes with her friends, and at night she likes to watch 2000's rom coms to fall asleep.

Pope had no idea why such a beautiful social butterfly was interested in him. but he was the last person to complain. Pope and Bunny's relationship is probably one of the healthiest there is. Bunny is all about the attention and being doted on, and Pope can provide exactly that! He takes the time out to enjoy her hobbies with her and Bunny!Reader very much does the same. As long as she can spend time with Pope and has his attention, she honestly doesn't mind what they do.

Hangs out with the pogues often but isn't one to tag along on their adventures like Deer!Reader. She can not afford any injuries to her perfect body. The pouges find her a bit odd, but charming. A little ditzy but very loving!

Much like JJ and Deer, there's not an official moment they get together! Bunny liked Pope from the moment they met so in her mind he was her boyfriend! Later after many one on one hangouts, Pope definitely asked her what they were, and Bunny could only respond with; "I thought you were my boyfriend?"

Pope still spends time on his studies and he always tries to convince Bunny to come along, usually he has to offer her some kind of reward for going, but whatever gets her to come!

Pope and Bunny love each other dearly and spend every moment of free time they get, together, doing what they love with the person they love <3

[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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[lmaowhatt]

masterlist!

𑁍heads up: if i ever write a fic about any real person in a relationship with the reader, i wont be writing smut out of respect for them and their partner, if they have one.𑁍

this is not to be taken as an insult to other writers who have!

last edited: 12-14-24

➯rafe cameron-

sleepless night - rafe c. (fluff?)

utterly obsessed? - rafe c. (smau) intro - one - two

➯jj maybank-

"can we please go?" - jj m. (fluff)

mini series - jj m. (irl x smau) pogue beach night - jj m. (fluff) early christmas gift - jj m. (smut) what a christmas - jj m. (smau)

➯john b routledge-

mini series - john b r. (irl) sympathetic truths - john b r. (angsty) apologies galore - john b r. (fluff/angst)

[lovemomhatepolice]

pope heyward masterlist

navigation taglist requests

soon!

A/N: please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

I apologize in advance to everyone for so much expansion in the masterlists, but it will be so much easier for me and you to catch up, once I get it all to the state I want - I promise

[fragilefable]

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

[stargirlinterludefr]

CAMERA ROLL: pope heyward x fem!reader

[fayedartmouth]

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.