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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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Love At Midnight

Warnings: cursing, smut, soft sex, oral sex, slightly dom!Reader?, unprotected sex, soft!Pope, fluffy smut.

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N and Pope end up making love at midnight.

Author's Note: sorry for being so inactive :(

You slowly woke up to the feeling of soft kisses being planted on your neck. You took a minute to fully wake up as best as you could before looking back at your boyfriend and smiling. “What are you doing?” You asked with a tired giggle. “Oh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Pope said softly. “No, no.. it’s okay.” You said with a lazy smile. You looked over at your alarm clock on your bedside table. 12:05 AM. “What are you doing up so late? It’s past 12 AM.” You said as you looked back at your boyfriend.

“I was having trouble sleeping.” Pope said with a sigh. “I tried reading, listening to music on my phone, a bunch of stuff and nothing was working. So, I decided to start loving on you a little bit to see if that would help. I know it sounds stupid.” He said with a sigh. You smiled and rolled yourself over to face him fully before taking one of his hands in your own hands and kissing his knuckles softly. “It’s not stupid, I get it, babe.” You said with a soft smile. The two of you laid there in silence for a moment before you got an idea.

“Hey, what if there was a way that I could help make you sleepy again. Well, make us both sleepy actually.” You said with a grin. “What are you talking about, Y/N?” He asked with a soft chuckle. “Well…” You trailed off as you crawled on top of him. “I think my idea is something that we would both really, really, really enjoy.” You said with a smirk. Pope now knew exactly what you were getting at and smirked. “Well, I am totally down if you are.” He said with a grin. “Of course I am down! It was my idea after all.” You said with a laugh. Pope laughed with you before you leaned down to kiss him lovingly.

The two of you made out passionately for awhile before you pulled away from him. You pulled off your night shirt, revealing your bare breasts to him, your nipples hardening from the cold air. Pope sat up and gently began to massage your breasts before drawing your right nipple into his mouth. You hummed and let your head fall back as your hands found his hair. After sucking on your hardened bud for a few minutes he pulled back and smiled. “Well, we can’t let the other one feel left out now can we?” He said with a grin as he began to suck on your left nipple now, his hand playing with your right nipple.

After awhile you gently pushed him back onto the bed with a smirk. You got off of him only to tug off your night shorts and panties before helping Pope pull off his sweatpants and boxers. You got back on top of him again and stroked his hard dick a few times before aligning his cock with your pussy. You slid the tip of his cock through your wet folds a few times before sinking down on his cock completely. You both let out soft, breathy moans as you did so. You took a second to get yourself adjusted before beginning to grind on his cock. Pope moaned out softly under you as you slowly grinded against him.

His hands held onto your hips and helped you grind yourself onto him. After grinding against him for awhile you decided to switch it up and you began to bounce on his cock. Pope used his hands to help you bounce on his cock more. You began to pick up the pace, moans and curse words tumbling out of your mouth as you did so. Pope threw his head back on the pillow and moaned out as you continued to bounce on his dick faster and faster. You then began to feel that familiar knot bubbling in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around Pope’s hard cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He said. With that your eyes rolled back and you clenched around his cock as you gushed on him. You clenching around his cock was enough to make him let go as well, spewing his warm seeds deep inside of you. Before you could do anything, Pope pulled out off of his cock and laid you down on the bed before getting up and spreading your legs wide. “I- what are you doing?” You asked with a giggle. “Well, I have to clean up the mess we made.” Pope said with a smirk before shoving his head between your legs. He swore that he was going to clean up every last drop, and that is exactly what he did.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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KIARA CARRERA — spring prompts 🕊️

A/N: oh kie…the frustration (which toned down after the first episode of S3 lol) and love I have for you. Now that I’ve completely finished the season…there’s definitely a contrast to her character this time around. I’m only here to give kie a fem love interest. Not your vibe and aren’t really interested? Please exit stage left now.

Synopsis: Kiara surprisingly gets insight on another kook, specifically the high-maintenance diva, Henrietta “Nettie” Beaulieu once they cross paths again over a series of unfortunate events.

Warnings: spoilers from the end of season three!

Using this prompt list here and numbers 49.) barbecue parties in the garden + 36.) rain in bright sunshine

GIFS BELONG TO: @esterexpositio + @henryburrell !!!

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“You’re staring.” Sarah whispered to Kiara on her way by with a plate full of platanos and pieces of hog that Cleo, Pope, and even Nettie managed to trap for dinner hours ago.

Kiara blinked rapidly and scowled over her shoulder at the blonde who smirked at her, walking backwards before taking a seat against a tree near John b.

“No, I’m not.” Kiara glowered.

John B finally looked up from his plate, butting in, “no, you’re not what?”

“Drooling over Nettie.” Sarah told the long haired teen with a bump to his shoulder, making Kiara widened her eyes and shush Sarah who shrugged her shoulders innocently.

It was a John B’s turn to smile now, “oh, yeah. You’ve totally been doing that since I got comfortable over here and this is my second plate.”

Greedy bastard.

“Um, the fact that you two are watching my moves today is completely creepy, I just thought you should know.” Kiara got to her feet, dusting off her Jean shorts.

She was on guarding the relic and gold duty while everyone else had their dinner.

Sarah laughed a bit, “it’s kinda what we have to do for each other since we chose to live out in the forest again and in a foreign country. You’re welcome, Kie.”

A wink was sent to the Olive-skinned girl, which irritated her more than ever.

This was somewhat true, after both John B and Sarah lost their fathers and after finally finding the lifelong treasure Big John searched for, they decided collectively to stay in South America for a little longer. They’ve done it before living on an isolated island for at least a month so what would it hurt doing it again? There were a few out of the group who contemplated about returning back to the Outerbanks right away: Pope considered heading back for school purposes but second-guessed not wanting to leave the pogues behind, Nettie hated the wilderness with a passion—the only time she was solid with being outdoors used to be for tennis and now it seemed like it shifted to gardening…mainly she thought about leaving because she didn’t have all of her skincare products with her, and Sarah struggled with the idea of telling Rafe that their father was gone for good this time.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” John B added, “I was wondering when you would come to terms with your crush.”

“Excuse me?!” Kiara hissed, stalking over to John B that he immediately sat up straight, “I do not have a crush on—on Nettie!”

Sarah frowned, leaning towards John B as she whispered, “I think she’s still in denial about it.”

“Seems that way, yeah.”

Kiara growled, ready to beat the two with a stick, “you two don’t know what you’re talking about, so shut up!”

“Like I said there’s nothing to be embarrassed about…I think you two would balance each other out with your hippy fiery socialist ways and Nettie’s… strong fashion sense?” John B struggled with his words that Sarah had to elbow him, quite hard.

Kiara was crossing her arms now with a scowl still written on her features. Was this the best John B could do to convince her when it seemed like he still didn’t know who Nettie even was?

“Is that the best you’ve got because that was a garbage take.” Kiara uttered.

Sarah swallowed her food, “what John B means to say is that you two could be the perfect match!”

“But why?” Kiara pressed, “last I knew there was something going on with her and Addy?”

John B awaited Sarah’s response since he didn’t know who that is either.

Sarah shook her head, “oh no that’s over. Addy’s dating some girl that’s on her cheerleading team. That’s been a thing since Nettie’s mother shipped her off to one of those programs your parents sent you off to— which was highly abusive, I hear, in Atlanta. she’s been single as far as I know. Also we just see something that you’re either oblivious to or playing stupid about.”

That made Kiara look over her shoulder at the pony-tail wearing girl. She was sitting across the makeshift barbecue pit which was covered in large leaves and surrounded by some wildflowers—probably picked by Nettie herself, providing an additional pretty view, on a stump next to JJ, surprisingly, laughing at something he was animatedly talking about. It was nice to hear some laughter around here, with Nettie’s sounding just like bells and hope.

Kiara would have never thought Nettie was in a place worse than Kitty Hawk. Especially when it comes to those that don’t deserve it. Did Nettie deserve it? Kiara and Nettie had almost a non-existent relationship? Well not really, back when Kiara, Sarah, and Nettie all went to the same school they only shared a class together freshman year. The first half of Kiara’s freshman year was something she wanted to burn from her memory but kept buried in the back of her mind instead.

She’s only known a few things about the girl in the short time that they interacted. Such as: Nettie was originally from Atlanta with a controlling mother apparently, Kiara knew her father was a firefighter but it seemed like he wasn’t around most of the time, and that she lived here in the kook area with her Olympian grandmother who actually lived across the street from the Carrera’s. Nettie’s been over Kiara’s house once or twice since Kiara’s father, Michael Carrera, thought the two would get along.

Yet it seemed like the more Nettie analyzed Kiara’s bedroom, it felt like judgment but Kiara misunderstood her direct tone—to a certain extent. Kiara always suspected that Nettie was more than just best-friends with the star of the cheerleading team and Nettie never brought her up once when she came over to Kiara’s house.

There was always more than what meets the eye, that’s for sure.

“And how do you know all of this?” Kiara asked, arms still folded, eyes burning on the back of Nettie’s frame.

Sarah awkwardly cleared her throat, “uh some girls told me at this party I went to…it doesn’t matter! The point is, she isn’t just some kook and there could be more between you two if you just try.”

Did Kiara want to try?

She could admit that she did judge her just as much as Nettie judged her. Yet she ended up here with the rest of them for a reason and she was there with JJ to break her out of Kitty Hawk so…where did that leave the two of them?

Soon she found herself heading over to Nettie as Pope and JJ tended to putting the smoke out from the leaves. Off to the side, Nettie and Cleo seemed to be holding a conversation to themselves now, while staring out into the open greenery of the forest.

The two shared two bottom halves of a broken water bottle, leaving Kiara to only hear the end of their conversation.

“Yeah, I don’t know sis. Just goin’ with the flow ya know?” Cleo replied before she perked up at Kiara making her way over, “what’s goin’ on, kie?”

Nettie glanced over at Kiara, before she brought her broken plastic water bottle to her lips but said nothing.

“Not much,” Kiara swung her hands in front of her as she faced the two girls, “you two holding out on the hooch?”

Cleo chuckled with a shake of her head, “what?! Nah! You’ve got to know the little bit we had was devoured by the boys days ago! Nettie here found us something else for the mean time.”

Nettie deeply inhaled as Cleo nudged her. A smile stretched over her moisturized lips as she held out the rest of the bottle to the brown haired girl, “here. I’ve made it myself with some leaves I’ve found scouting the other day. I’m sure it has some health benefits or whatever but mainly it tastes sweet, almost like fruit and it’s refreshing.”

Cautiously Kiara gripped the plastic, her fingertips brushing against Nettie’s as she sniffed at it. The smell was faint, herbal and did have a citrus hint to it which was interesting considering that it was filled with water and mashed up leaves?

Silently she wished that she wasn’t drinking out of plastic right now but giving their circumstances, she had to swallow that pride down along with the liquid. Everything Nettie described was true, it was earthy but slightly tart when it hit your tongue before it smoothed over with a sweetness as it glided down your throat.

“Wow,” Kiara found herself coughing a little bit off-guard, “it almost like a seltzer.”

“Riight,” Cleo nodded her head in approval, “its fire.”

Kiara popped her tongue with a nod of her head, “it’s alright even if there maybe chemicals mixed in with those leaves.”

“Oh here we go.” Cleo kissed her teeth, scratching at her hair as she looked away, already sensing what was about to come.

Nettie argued, “yeah it’s not the wreck’s supposed filtered water but it’s the next best thing.”

“What do you mean ‘supposed?’”

“What I just said,” Nettie stated, “I never knew filtered water tasted like well-water and here you are complaining about my beverage of choice.” She plucked the plastic back from Kiara’s hands.

Kiara frowned, glancing over at Cleo who raised her hands in surrender, unsure why this beef was occurring in the first place.

“Okay just because I have a opinion on something doesn’t mean you get to attack my family’s business.”

“It’s called making a comparison,” Nettie fully turned to Kiara, “dont get upset when I’m just providing a rebuttal for your opinion. You know it’s actually nice to see you back up the only two kooks who you might actually like, although they threw you away the second you didn’t live by their rules.”

Cleo began, “Whoa let’s not—

Humorlessly Kiara chewed down on her bottom lip in frustration before she spit out, “yeah well you’d know all about that wouldn’t you? At least my parents actually want me around. Shouldn’t you be mad at your meemaw or is she just the same as my parents?”

Realization crossed over Nettie’s eyes that Kiara knew why she “disappeared” for a year. It wasn’t much of a secret but everyone in town speculated their own rumors about why she left the Outerbanks. However none of those rumors were true and she wasn’t sure how much Kiara knew of her story at that hellhole but it didn’t matter.

She struck a nerve just as Nettie got underneath Kiara’s skin.

Nettie chucked the bottle to the left of her, getting into Kiara’s face as she glared right into her face. All Kiara could do was smirk as Nettie tried her best to be threatening, which Kiara heard she could be but nobody had the right to shit on her parents but her.

“Move,” Nettie yelled.

Kiara ran her tongue over the front row of her teeth, “sure…only if you make me.”

Nettie’s nostrils were flaring at this point and with a rough shoulder check to Kiara’s, she stalked off, leaving the rest of the pogues highly confused.

“Hey,” Sarah walked to Nettie who held up her hand to silence the girl who told Sarah that she’s, “nothing but a gossiping bitch,” on her way out.

“The hell was that, Kie?” JJ asked from behind.

Kiara threw up her hands, “I’m just using my own words against her’s. It’s not my fault she couldn’t take it.”

“Yeah I don’t think throwing each other’s pain in each other’s faces was the way to go about it, girl.” Cleo huffed with a shake of her head.

Kiara pointed at herself, “why am I being lectured to when she’s the one who started with me?”

“You didn’t have to throw the whole chemical line in, just be appreciative is all you could do.” JJ told Kiara who scrunched up her nose.

Kiara flatly said, “I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a thought…that happened to escape through my lips!”

“You’re not thinking clearly, Kie.” Pope added, still crouching by some rocks.

Kiara honestly felt like she was being attacked right now for just being herself and she didn’t need anyone to be on her side. It wasn’t supposed to be about sides with this group but Nettie was the new-new face to the family so why was it feeling more difficult to welcome her in?

“I don’t need you guys ganging up on me,” Kiara yelled, “if I would have known this is what staying in Venezuela would be like, I would have gone back home already.”

The friends went quiet at that, not wanting the bad to outweigh the good in this adventure but they were also her friends and knew how to call each other out on their shit.

“It’s not our intentions to make you feel like that and you know that Kie. We also know you’re headstrong, but you just need to see Nettie’s perspective. This isn’t her element and maybe the tea was her way of trying to I don’t know, bond with you?” John B was attempting to be the voice of reason, which was really shocking honestly.

Kiara groaned with her head thrown back, “fine! Whatever, I’ll go see if I can find her and have a proper conversation without you guys being all up in our business.”

“Whew! Thatta girl!” JJ clapped it up just for Kiara to send him a middle finger.

As the girl vanished from their view, they all turned back to each other with curious glances.

“Are we going to go ease drop?” John B asked, itching to follow.

Sarah held him back, “No, not yet. Let them argue it out first.”

Pope stared off in thought, “…do you guys think sending Kie after Nettie was the best idea?”

“Guess we’ll find out if the screams turn into pleas.” Cleo muttered, looping her arm with Pope’s as she sat on the rock behind him.

Kiara knew she had to be walking for at least ten minutes before she found Nettie by the river. It was much cooler here compared to the mugginess up on the hill and Kiara just knew she would find Nettie here. It was the one place where she could wash her clothes and skin in peace so it only made sense.

“Henrietta,” Kiara exhaled as she caught her breath, “you walk pretty fast for someone who hates the outdoors.”

Nettie rolled her eyes, turning back to press her chin into her arms, “leave me alone, Kiara Carrera.”

Kiara sighed as she fanned at the sweat on her neck before she stepped over the rocks and pebbles to stand beside her, “no, I don’t think I will. Not until we come to some sort of understanding, where we can be in the same space without being at each others throats.”

“You’re the one who has a problem with me.”

“What?”

“I knew you didn’t like me from the moment I asked if I could sit next to you back in biology class.”

Kiara frowned, “I don’t…remember that?”

“Yup! you ended up saving that space for Sarah while I had to squeeze in at a table between two other classmates.” Nettie rolled the tension off her shoulders, “it wasn’t a big deal but I just wanted to ask you a question since the classmates I was stuck sitting next to didn’t know shit.”

Like Kiara said, everything about that preppy school, she pushed to the back of her brain. She hated that she couldn’t remember this happening and how dismissive she must have made Nettie feel. Sarah and Kiara were still good friends before their fall out but Kiara felt like she wouldn’t have been rude about declining someone a seat.

Not purposely at least.

“Well…what was the question?”

“I don’t remember.” Nettie found herself saying as she trailed off in thought, “Probably something stupid.”

Kiara felt her nose wrinkling a bit in amusement, “Like us debating over plastic, water, and leaves when we don’t know what we’re gonna do about the treasure.”

“Hey, you started it with the chemicals and I’m all for keeping harmful chemicals out of the body but it’s pretty damn hard with us living like it’s the pre-historic times.” Nettie snickered, resting her cheek on her arm.

Kiara shoved her hands into her back pockets, “I’ll admit, I let it slip and I didn’t mean to insult you when I know what our current situation is.”

“Is this an apology?” Nettie felt her eyes forming into slits.

Kiara twisted her lips around, “…you said my parents threw me away like I’m nothing.”

“And you also said my parents didn’t want me, which is just as hurtful because you don’t know much about me…and I don’t know much about you. I don’t know why…when JJ almost hit me with that dreadful looking brown van after I overheard what your parents did…I felt like I needed to help you. I don’t even know you that well but I understood.” Nettie was staring out into the cool river again.

Kiara didn’t know how this made her feel, hearing Nettie admit this to her but surely she felt something…knowing that she cared about her well-being just a bit.

Henrietta is a gorgeous girl to Kiara with many layers to her. She sat there in what was uncomfortable silence because the two girls weren’t sure how they meshed together. She was the confident girl with a athletic legacy to follow who walked the halls with a bounce in her step. However there was also this girl who could spew venom so recklessly, yet felt the need to help break Kiara out of a place that could potentially ruin her life.

Did Nettie not want that for Kiara too?

Kiara swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes trailed over Nettie’s bronzed toned arms, spotting the external wound right above the crease of her armpit.

“Did they do that to you? At the camp-program or whatever—in Atlanta?” Kiara slowly sat beside Nettie, stumbling over her words while getting a better look at it.

Nettie followed Kiara’s gaze and went to cover the wound, “yes but I don’t want to talk about that—not here—not now.”

Kiara exhaled and dipped her head, fully aware that topic was a heavy one and Nettie did not want to share that experience just yet.

It was Kiara’s turn to understand, to realize that Nettie was giving only what she physically could, even if that means in portions for right now.

“I’m sorry for getting off on the wrong foot with you, constantly.” Kiara said, looking into her dark eyes before quickly staring off into the distance, so it didn’t feel as if she was being weird in doing so.

She didn’t realize Nettie staring right back at her, wanting to hold her stare.

Nettie hummed, “and I’m sorry for always having my guard up…especially when it comes to you.”

With her hand resting on top of Kiara’s, Kiara felt her heart began to drum against her chest.

Oh what a feeling?

“Here’s to trying to be better…friends? Or just better towards each other?” Kiara tested but shamelessly stared down at their hands for what felt like awhile.

What a pretty picture, how her hand felt against her’s.

Her eyes flicked up to Nettie’s, watching as the fresh drizzle of rain flew down over the both of them. To the left of Kiara’s peripheral, she could feel the heat of the sun beginning to break through the cloudy skies and Nettie was now staring up at the once gloomy sky.

Kiara just wanted to kiss her.

And so she moved her hand from underneath Nettie’s soft one, trailing it up the side of her neck while Nettie looked down at the space where their hands once resided.

“…What’re you doing?” Nettie was quizzical, although it appeared there was amusement in her tone.

Kiara cleared her throat, “can I try something and can you promise that you won’t be disgusted by my actions?”

Nettie leaned towards Kiara as she pretended to think about it, “if you’re thinking about doing what I think you are…I hope you smell nice enough, especially with how long we’ve been out here.”

Kiara’s lips fell open into a gasp although her cheeks were tinted pink at her previous idea, “you bitch!”

A laugh erupted Nettie’s lips as she reached forward on Kiara’s sleeveless loose-fitting skirt, yanking her lips right to her’s. Instantly Kiara let out a sigh of relief against Nettie’s lips, using her hand to brace herself against Nettie’s thigh. Her heart may have climbed up into her ears with the way Nettie was kissing her, as if time was all they had.

She couldn’t find herself getting tired against her lips, with her lips following Nettie’s tempo. As Nettie was pulling away, she pecked Kiara’s lips a few more times before fully settling back, leaving Kiara to touch her fingertips against her own lips, eyes still closed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Nettie rested her hand against Kiara’s hand that felt warm against her thigh, “and as usual, you took too long.”

“Wooow, I mean Huh?” Kiara finally opened her eyes.

Nettie laughed, “I liked you from the moment I saw the turtle tapestry in your bedroom.”

“I couldn’t tell,” Kiara widened her eyes with a nervous laugh, “it’s clear we have a lot to talk about then.”

“Yeah…maybe somewhere where my hair isn’t getting drenched?” Nettie folded her arms over her head like the Regina hall meme.

Kiara rested her hand on the small of Nettie’s back before gliding it up the back of her neck, “I’ll help you with it later but first…I’ll take another one please.”

“Another?” Nettie asked, turning her lips right to Kiara’s, locking them together once again.

Nettie moved to cup Kiara’s jaw with a laugh, “you’re cute Carrera. almost cute enough for me to forget about my frizzing hair but it’s not gonna work for me.”

Kiara watched in slight disappointment as Nettie hopped to her feet, wrapping her ponytail into a bun. Then she held her hands out to help Kiara to her feet, the two staring at each other in wonder.

“It was worth it.” She teased, licking her bottom lip with a squint against the sun, before nodding to the opposite direction, beginning to lead the way from the river.

Nettie shook her head as she stomped after the just a smidge shorter girl, “you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into when it comes to my pride and joy.”

“Oh, please. Don’t underestimate my magical hands,” Kiara declared before she paused and spun to peer over her shoulder, “that wasn’t a innuendo for anything!”

“Relax, before I have to calm you down with another kiss.” Nettie lightly threatened, making the tint in Kiara’s cheeks almost invisible as her brows raised in temptation.

Nettie laughed, reaching forward to turn Kiara back around by the shoulders as they trudged up the steep hill.

“Hey you guys!” Sarah greeted the two as they made their way back to the set-up.

John B immediately reached for Kiara, cradling her face much to her bewilderment, “oh, she’s good! No war marks on this one!”

“Get off!” Kiara playfully shoved the brunette away, who laughed.

John B then held out his hands for Nettie next as Kiara carried on but soon halted his movements as she told him, “Oh you do not want to do that when my skincare routines been out of whack for weeks now. Touch me with your filthy hands and you won’t see dawn.”

Letting out a low-whistle, John B stepped away while Nettie went to stand in the center of their temporary home.

“So everything went alright out there?” JJ asked, hands on his hips as everyone held their breath in anticipation.

Kiara looked over at Nettie as Pope tossed an arm over her shoulders, “I think we’re good for now, don’t you?”

“As long as you don’t disrespect my way of adjusting to this lifestyle any longer then yeah…I’ll give you your flowers.” Nettie was sharp with her words but the wink she sent Kiara’s way, was enough to let her know to play along.

“Well that was passive aggressive.” Sarah mumbled, tongue in her cheek.

Kiara glared at Nettie, “well how about I tell you where you can shove those flowers, huh?”

Cleo reached for Kiara to keep her from charging over to Nettie who laughed at her with a fan of her hand, “whoa! This hostility is really killing the vibe, eh? I thought you just said you two were good?”

“We’re works in progress but some more than others…” Nettie informed letting a few beats of silence go by before saying, “and my god you guys are so gullible!”

Kiara laughed in Cleo’s arms while the brown-skinned girl appeared just as confused as the rest.

Pope sighed and squinted against the drizzle of rain, “I was gonna say you two are going to give us some serious whiplash, especially since I saw you guys kissing down by the river.”

“WHAT?!” John B bounced on his toes in excitement.

Sarah’s joyful gaze immediately went to Kiara’s who quickly shifted her glaze to Pope with a shake of her head.

JJ laughed with a fist pump shooting into the air, “I knew it!”

“Jesus, Pope! How do you know that?” Kiara didn’t attempt to hide it.

Pope sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck as Nettie gave the boy a side-eye underneath his arm, “I may have stumbled across you guys on my way to use the bathroom.”

“I can’t believe you’re also a nosy asshole, Pope!” Nettie pulled his arm from around her, while Pope chuckled and gave JJ a low-five.

“Welcome to the family, Nettie! This is what you get so you might as well get used to it!” Cleo hollered as everyone circled around to pull each other into a group-hug underneath the Venezuelan rain.

Nettie gagged as she was smushed together by everyone but can honestly say she’s never been so accepted by a solid group of people.

And when she looked over to meet Kiara’s adoring brown eyes, Nettie held on tight with a smile meant solely for her.

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

- 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

pairing: virgin!pope heyward x virgin!fem!reader

genre: soft smut and lots of fluff

words: ~3.8k

warnings: outdoor sex (on a roof), protected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, loss of virginity, mentions of food and alcohol

summary: a date night on the roof and a love confession lead to your first night with your boyfriend

It was a beautiful Saturday night, the sky was clear making all the beautiful stars visible to those who wished to look at them. There was a fresh breeze dancing through the late summer air. It was a quiet night, scattered seagulls were singing in the distance, mixed with the sound waves crashing softly onto the shore.

You were sitting on the roof of “Heyward’s Seafood”, together with Pope, your boyfriend. The two of you had only started dating recently, which added to the slight nervousness you were feeling in your stomach. This obviously wasn’t your first date and yet, something felt different tonight. He was going all out since his parents weren't home tonight. It was their 21st anniversary and like every single year before, Heyward took his wife out for dinner and dancing. Pope had been in charge of closing the store and as soon as he was done, he had invited you to date night on the shop's roof. He knew how much you loved watching the stars at night, it had been your favorite thing to do since you were a little girl.

He had spread out blankets and even made you pasta, your favorite food. Well, all he had to do was cook pasta, roast pine nuts, drown them in pesto, and put some parmesan cheese on top and it still took the best of him. But even after almost dropping the pesto and burning the pine nuts, he still managed to make everything look and taste just as you loved it the most (minus the over-salted penne but you let that one slide because it’s Pope). He even got you that cheap wine you were always dragging around with you when you were hanging out with him and his friends because you knew all they were drinking was beer. JJ used to laugh at you for that, but after multiple smacks to his head by not only Pope but also Sarah, he quickly learned to shut up about your drinking preferences. Pope also knew what a sweet tooth you had, which was why he knew he couldn't miss dessert. He had stored some ice cream in the freezer box, which he had hurled up the tiny ladder. He almost have fallen back down if it wasn't for JJ, who had helped him prepare everything last minute.

“How does it taste? And be honest please, I can handle it.” He asked, his left eyebrow rising as he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You took a second to finish chewing and swallowing but you didn’t need long to think of an answer. “It’s perfect, baby. I love how you made the pine nuts extra roasty.” You smiled genuinely, but Pope seemed to capture your response more critically than you intended.

“I burned them, didn’t I?” He said, all excitement leaving his voice. “I’m so sorry, I knew I should have made new ones…”

“No, no!” You exclaimed as you stuffed the last few noodles into your mouth. “I said they’re perfect, Pope and you know, I never lie.” You smiled, while you tried to chew your food down as fast as possible. “They are way better than when my dad does them.” You added, before taking the empty plate out of his hands and crawling onto his lab.

“I guess that does mean something, considering your dad is a chef at the country club.” He smiled, almost believing you.

“See.” You giggled, as you softly wiped away the stain of red pesto left on his upper lip. “He always takes them out of the pan way too early, you can barely taste that they are supposed to be roasted.”

For normal people, that would have been a lie, because no one on that island was able to cook as well as your dad did, but for your taste buds, they were always way too mild.

He smiled at your statement, even though he knew he kinda fucked up a little bit. But to his advantage, your mind didn’t stay long with the pasta because as soon as you saw the box, something else crossed your mind immediately.

“Baby, what’s in there?” Your eyes lit up as you saw the smile crawling over his lips, knowing exactly what that meant. He knew how much you loved Ice Cream and since everything was (almost) perfect tonight, you knew what must be in there.

You knew you were right when he opened the box and pulled out a box of ice cream and two spoons. “You know I set all this up, so we could watch the stars together and now you’re sitting with your back to them.” He chuckled, softly as he guided a spoon full of Ice cream to your mouth.

“First of all, I can see them behind you, and second of all, you are way prettier than the stars.”

He tried to hide a smile but he was so flustered, it was hard for him. He loved receiving compliments from you but still, he wasn’t very used to them. You loved seeing him like this, you loved getting his cheeks all hot and flustered, it made you giggle and sent even more butterflies through your core.

You took a sip of your wine, that he had even filled into a wine glass. You didn't even know he knew what a wine glass looked like and he probably didn’t and just took the weirdest looking glass in the cabinet but you were still surprised. You were even more surprised that he decided to drink wine with you tonight, knowing he would get teased endlessly for it if his friends saw him. You appreciated what he did for you tonight, so much that you couldn't keep your eyes off him. He always looked pretty but tonight it was different. He was dressed in a black shirt and some black basketball shorts, a look he knew was killing you. You were obsessed with him dressed all in black and you knew exactly that was why he chose this particular outfit tonight.

The two of you kept rambling on about whatever came to your mind while slowly but surely emptying that box of Ice Cream. Well, in the end, it was you who ate most of it, since Pope was the one who did most of the talking. You couldn’t help but smile at every single thing he said, no matter how boring you would normally think the topics were. After a while he stopped talking, as he looked at your smiling face, wondering what it could be that amused you so much.

“What’s so funny?” He asked. You noticed how unsure he got, a normal thing for him when he caught himself talking without a break. “Am I talking too much? I’m talking too much…”

“No, no!” You chuckled, giving him a reassuring smile. “You know I could listen to you for hours.”

You looked down into the no empty Ice Cream box, the feeling of guilt rushing over your face, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Oh, don’t worry, I mostly got this for you.” He smiled softly, knowing you would feel bad anyway. “Really baby, you know I don't even like strawberries that much.”

“True.” You chuckled, as leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

He quickly retorted the kiss, putting the empty box away, before placing his hands on your waist. The kiss started slow and sweet but quickly turned more passionate as you felt the wine circulating through your veins, giving you the courage to let your hand travel down to his pants, where your hand started massaging his growing bulge. Quiet moans escaped his lips, as your hand slipped into his pants, and quickly the two of you noticed that night, might be night where you went all the way to the end. When you started dating, you quickly found out and neither of you was very experienced in that matter, which made you decide to wait a little bit. There had been many times where you thought this was the night but you always ended up stopping before the actual act. This time felt different though. His hands had wandered under your dress by now, where he quickly noticed the lack of fabric that came with you only wearing a lace thong.

You smirked as you felt his dick twitching under your touch, combined with the sweet moans escaping his beautiful lips. His hands were now wandering up to your tits, where he once again was met with the lack of fabric. You heard a quiet “damn” escaping his lips, as his thumbs traced over your nipples. You let your head fall back as his lips traveled over your neck, kissing every single inch of your skin. You tried to control your moans but the sensation from his thumbs on your nipples and his tongue on your neck was too much for you to stay quiet.

“Baby…” You whispered, your hands finding their way back inside his pants.

“I know.” He mumbled between his kisses, before turning his attention back to your mouth.

Before he could do anything, you had pushed your tongue inside him, not caring to wait for him to take the lead. You gently slid under his pants, so you were holding his hard dick in your hands. You slowly let your hand wander up and down, while your thumb brushed over his tip. You knew how much he loved it when you did that, his twitching erection being the proof. His right hand was now sliding down to your thong, where he laid his finger on your soaking, but still covered clit. This wasn't the first time he made you wet like that but it was the first time you thought it might lead to more. You needed more of him and as if he could read your thoughts, he gently pushed the fabric to the side, before placing his finger back on your clit.

The sudden feeling of direct skin contact, made you moan out loud even louder. He noticed how needy you grew, so you let his fingers trace over your entrance, causing you to look at him with pleading eyes.

“Can I…?” He asked carefully, not being sure if he was going too fast.

“Please.” You whispered, nodding in support of your answer.

He was so gentle as he let his fingers slide inside you. You were already soaking wet but he was so scared of hurting you that he took them back out just to spit on them. You didn’t expect him to do something like that but it only made you want him more. He gently pushed them back inside, causing you to gasp out in pleasure. You shot him an assuring smile before leaning back in for a kiss. You let your hand slide up and down his length while he pushed his fingers back and forth into your core. He started slow but soon began to match your movements, which made it very hard for you to concentrate.

“Pope…” You whispered, “I… I love you.”

He stopped and looked at you, eyes widened in surprise and you were just as surprised as he was. “I…” You stumbled, but he placed his index finger under your chin and guided it up, so you’d look him in the eyes.

“I love you too.” He smiled. “I think I’ve been in love with you since you moved here.”

“But Pope, that was in third grade.” You chuckled, now your eyes were filled with surprise.

“I know.”

This was enough to send you over the edge. You smashed your lips back into his, without leaving him any room to breathe. After what felt like hours, you stopped. “I’m ready. Need to feel you inside me.” You whispered.

He stopped his movements as the excitement rushed all over him. “You sure?”

"Absolutely." You smiled, “If you are.”

“100%!” He exclaimed. “But I don’t… JJ gave me one but It’s downstairs… I think.” He mumbled, earning nothing but a smile from you.

You leaned in for a kiss and whispered: “Pocket inside my bag.”

Pope internally smiled at the way you were always prepared for everything. It was one of the reasons he was so in love with you. He gently pulled your dress over your head, leaving you all exposed in front of him. He took a second to admire your beauty before you pulled off his shirt. You too, needed a second to take him in. It wasn't that you hadn't seen him like this before, you did countless times at the beach but you fell in love with him all over again every time.

“God you’re so pretty.” You mumbled, leaving him all shy and flustered.

“I believe that’s my line, baby.”

“But you’re pretty too.” You giggled.

He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss, while his hands wandered from your waist down to your ass. Your hands were placed on his soft-toned chest, feeling his muscles playing beneath his skin. You were still sitting on top of him, so he signaled you to get up, for him to be able to pull off his pants. Once they were off, he told you to lie down and climbed on top of you. You pulled him in for more kisses, while his hand wandered down to your thong. He easily let his fingers slide under the fabric, his touch sending goosebumps all over your skin. He let his thumb dance over your clit, while his index finger slid inside. You let out a loud moan, leaving a smirk all over his face. It quickly turned into an expression of slight embarrassment, as he remembered where the two of you were at.

"What's wrong?” You asked slightly confused.

“Nothing baby, it's just… what if anyone hears us?”

“Then let them hear us.” You giggled, “But I can try to be more quiet if you want.”

“You know what? No.” He grinned, the thought of other people hearing how good he made you feel suddenly turned him on more than he thought.

And he did make you feel very, very good. The thought of actually being vulnerable like that for someone had always freaked you out a little bit but with him it was different. He made you nervous but not in a bad way. You were nervous indeed, but it was more exciting than anything else.

The deeper his fingers dug inside you, the more you wanted him. Your left hand was placed on his shoulder, while your right one was looking for your bag. You grabbed it and pulled out a tiny colorful package.

“Are you ready?” You asked, earning a nod from your boyfriend.

“Are you?”

“Hmm… I think so?” You answered, more unsure than sure.

“I uhmm… I can…” He stuttered, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

With that, he went down but not without covering your body in kisses, causing you to giggle at the sensation. The moment his tongue met your folds, your giggle turned into moans. You had never felt this way before, as he had never used his tongue on you before. He struggled at first, not really knowing what to do but the louder your moans got, the more confident he became. Pope had always been a quick learner so it didn't take long until he had figured it out. He twisted his tongue inside, hitting exactly where you needed him to hit. He even added his thumb to your clit for support- causing you to see stars even though you had closed your eyes.

You felt something in you tighten, it was unfamiliar but it felt so good and it got only stronger the faster and more eager he got. Before you knew it, your high rushed over you, causing you to almost scream his name into the night. Your angled legs slid down next to his, as you desperately tried to contain your voice. Your hands that were tangled in his hair cramped together, sending a slight pain through his head but in this moment, Pope would’ve rather died than stopping you in any way. He looked up at you, trying to get a quick glance at you since he had never seen a girl orgasm before, at least not outside of the internet and most definitely not caused by himself. He was so amazed by your beauty, that he didn’t realize he was still staring once you opened your eyes again.

“What?” You whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “Did you just watch me? Oh my god, how embarrassing.” You mumbled as you felt your cheeks turning all hot.

“You are so damn beautiful, you have no idea.” He said, his fingers softly caressing over your thighs. “This was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

“Then you really should look into the mirror more often, pretty boy.” You grinned, before signaling him to come closer and kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips and to your surprise, it was better than you had always imagined. “I think now I'm ready.” You giggled, as you let your hand travel down to his underwear.

You let your hand slide under the fabric, where you quickly felt him harden under your touch. You handed him the condom and he removed his boxers. You were sitting next to him, preparing the extra blanket he had brought, while he tried to roll over the condom, struggling.

“Here, let me help you.” You said, as you led your hand slide over his length, up and down until he was more than ready. Pope’s mind had already drifted back to pleasure land, but you were able to roll it over with ease. You laid yourself back on the blanket, as he crawled on top of you. You swung the other blanket over him, which earned you an appreciative “thank you” from your boyfriend. You spread your legs as he was looking to push it in but you both soon found out that it was actually way easier if you guided him.

The moment he slid inside you, you both let out a moan, almost synchronized. It did hurt a little bit though, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. “We can stop if it hurts, I’ll stop.”

“No.” You whispered, “It does hurt a little bit but I’m sure it will stop soon. You did good preparation work.” You smirked, causing him to smile himself.

“If you want me to stop, just say it okay?”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You smiled, before pulling him in for a soft kiss.

He slowly continued his movements, careful not to hurt you. He enjoyed every second of it but couldn't get the thought out of his head that it might not feel the same for you. He got convinced quickly though, when your hands traveled down his back, nails digging deep into his skin, so deep that he was sure it would be visible tomorrow morning.

“Just like that, baby.” You moaned out, “You can even go faster if you want, it doesn't hurt anymore.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes baby, please.”

With that, he sped up his pace, still careful but faster than before. He was close to you, legs angled and face over yours, because there wasn't a second where he didn’t want to look into your eyes. He leaned in for a kiss, which you retorted quickly, while you wrapped your legs around his torso, pushing the blanket off him in the process. You would’ve been sorry but you needed him to be as close as possible to you and judging by the sweat on his skin, he didn’t seem to mind much. With your newfound position, you were able to push him even deeper into you, a fact both of you welcomed very much. As his movements got faster, your moans got louder and he soon realized that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Your nails dug deeper into his skin and he wanted to hold out longer for you but it grew harder and harder for him to do so. Especially as soon as you moved your lips to his neck, which almost sent him over the edge.

“Faster baby, can you go faster?” You moaned out, to which he sped up his movements.

“Fuck…” He whispered, and soon after, his orgasm washed over him.

He sounded so beautiful, as he moaned into your ear, so loudly, that you were sure someone must've heard the two of you. As soon as he felt like himself again, he collapsed on top of you. He wrapped his arms around your body, and laid his head on your chest, perfect for you to straddle his head. You loved tracing your fingers through his locks, and he did as well since it always helped him calm down. You were somehow able to grab the blanket that you had lost earlier, so you covered the two of you with it. Your fingers went back to straddling his head, and before you knew it your eyes fell shut. You both were tired, so tired that you were pretty sure you both fell asleep for a few minutes. As soon as your eyes were met with the beautiful night sky once again, you tried to wake up your sleepy boyfriend.

“Pope baby, wake up.”

“Hmm, too comfy.” He mumbled, and you were pretty sure he fell back asleep right after.

“Baby, you are still wearing the condom, we need to get cleaned up.” You chuckled, as you tried to keep yourself awake. “I don't want it to get lost in me.” You added, as you once again tried to shake him awake, less gently this time.

“Hmm, am wake.” He mumbled as he lifted his head.

“Careful, baby.”

He carefully sat himself up and pulled out of you. To your surprise, everything went over smoothly and you were able to get up without leaving behind a mess. He wrapped it up in some tissue and the two of you got dressed.

“I’m pretty sure my parents are back by now.” He said as you gathered all the things he brought on the roof.

“If so, they probably heard us. And if that’s the case I’ll never be able to look them in the eyes ever again.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yep.”

You were lucky, Heward's truck wasn’t there yet when they climbed down the roof. The two of you put everything away. When you fell into bed a few minutes later, he pulled his arm around you so you could snuggle your head onto his body. You both fell asleep within seconds but more connected and in love with each other, than ever before.

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Whumpril Masterlist

Putting all of my Whumpril fics (and their respective pairings) under the cut! I will work on adding all of them to my main masterlist (which you can find Here), but I figured it would be cool to just have one dedicated to Whumpril!

Day 1: Idle Hands (Pope Heyward x Cleo)

Day 2: Get Some Rest (Marcus Alvarez x F!Reader)

Day 3: Tailed (Happy Lowman x F!Reader)

Day 4: The Same Mistakes (Isabella Bautista)

Day 5: Should've Seen It Coming (Nacho Varga x F!Reader)

Day 6: Doctor Recommended (Nestor Oceteva & Erin Thomas)

Day 7: It's Gonna Hurt (Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy)

Day 8: Whatever You Can (Opie Winston & OC Veronica Winston)

Day 9: Who Did This? (Jax Teller & OC Diedra Lowman)

Day 10: On My Own (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers)

Day 11: What Did You Do? (Richie Jerimovich & Mikey Berzatto)

Day 12: Grave Mistakes (Horacio Carrillo & OC Diego Ramírez)

Day 13: Last Resort (John Wick & GN!Reader)

Day 14: I Said I'm Fine (JJ Maybank x F!Reader)

Day 15: Again and Again Part 3 (Juice Ortiz & Marcus Alvarez)

Day 16: Collateral Damage (Angel Reyes x GN!Reader)

Day 17: I Can't Do This (John B Routledge x F!Reader)

Day 18: All For Nothing (Angel Reyes & F!Reader)

Day 19: Flashbacks (EZ Reyes x F!Reader)

Day 20: Do I Know You? (Harry Hart x Merlin)

Day 21: Left Behind (Nestor Oceteva x Erin Thomas)

Day 22: Nothing New Part 2 (EZ Reyes x OC Lola Ortega)

Day 23: Nothing To Tell (Tig Trager & OC Claire Morrow)

Day 24: What Have You Done? (Horacio Carrillo & GN!Reader)

Day 25: More To Say (Javier Peña & GN!Reader)

Day 26: Won't Leave You Behind (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers)

Day 27: Good For Something (Horacio Carrillo x GN!Reader)

Day 28: The Worst Of It (Coco Cruz x OC Daniela Reyes)

Day 29: Out Of Time (Amado Carrillo Fuentes x F!Reader)

Day 30: Far From Over (Gilly Lopez x OC Josephine Costa)

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newtsbloodygf · 6 months

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Masterlist

Stray Kids:

Hwang Hyunjin masterlist

All skz members:

Breakfast Pt.1

[Breakfast Pt.2 loading....]

[Other members coming soon...]

BTS:

Jungkook:

[coming soon...]

Suga:

[coming soon...]

Jimin:

[coming soon...]

Itzy:

Yeji:

[coming soon...]

Ryujin:

[coming soon]

Ryeji x reader:

[coming soon...]

Yuna:

[coming soon...]

Lia:

[coming soon...]

Chaeryeong:

[coming soon....]

[other groups coming soon...]

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank:

[coming soon...]

Kiara Carrera:

[coming soon...]

Sarah Cameron:

[coming soon...]

Pope Heyward:

[coming soon...]

Rafe Cameron:

[coming soon...]

Cleo:

[coming soon....]

13 Reasons Why:

Justin Foley:

[coming soon...]

Sheri Holland:

[coming soon...]

Zach Dempsey:

[coming soon...]

Alex Standall:

[coming soon...]

Jessica Davis:

[coming soon...]

Hannah Baker:

[coming soon...]

Jeff Atkins:

[coming soon...]

Skye Miller:

[coming soon...]

Clay Jensen x Skye Miller x Reader:

[coming soon...]

Clay Jensen x Hannah Baker:

[coming soon...]

The Sandman:

Morpheus/Dream:

[coming soon...]

Johanna Constantine:

[coming soon...]

Death:

[coming soon...]

Calliope:

[coming soon...]

Rose Walker:

[coming soon...]

Alex Burgess:

[coming soon...]

The Corinthian:

[coming soon...]

Morpheus x Calliope x Reader:

[coming soon...]

Marvel:

Wanda Maximoff:

[coming soon...]

Natasha Romanoff:

[coming soon...]

Loki Laufeyson:

[coming soon...]

Thor Odinson:

[coming soon...]

Peter Parker:

[coming soon...]

MJ/Mary Jane Watson:

[coming soon...]

MJ x Peter Parker x Reader:

[coming soon...]

Loki Laufeyson x Reader x Thor Odinson:

[coming soon...]

Ned x Peter Parker x MJ x Reader:

[coming soon...]

The End Of The F***ing World:

Alyssa Foley:

[coming soon..]

James:

[coming soon...]

James x Alyssa x Reader:

[coming soon...]

Hawkeye:

Kate Bishop:

[coming soon...]

Yelena Belova:

[coming soon...]

Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova:

[coming soon...]

Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova x Reader:

[coming soon...]

Maze Runner:

Newt:

[coming soon...]

Thomas:

[coming soon...]

Minho:

[coming soon...]

Teresa:

[coming soon...]

Brenda:

[coming soon...]

Harriet:

[coming soon...]

Newt x Thomas:

[coming soon...]

Teresa x Thomas:

[coming soon...]

Newt x Reader x Thomas:

[coming soon...]

Newt x Reader x Minho:

[coming soon...]

The Divergent:

Four/Tobias Eaton:

[coming soon...]

Hunger Games:

Katniss Everdeen:

[coming soon...]

Finnick Odair:

[coming soon...]

Gale Hawthorne:

[coming soon...]

Katniss x Reader x Finnick:

[coming soon...]

[and more series+movies+characters to come...]

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 year

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Fic requests of many fandoms!!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SuYl6me

by HttpsFanfix

Promoting my tumblr, please send requests💕

Words: 54, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Top Gun (Movies), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Batman (Movie 2022), Titans (TV 2018), Young Sheldon (TV), Outer Banks (TV), The Breakfast Club (1985), X-Men (Movieverse)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Jason Carver, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Peter Parker, Pietro Maximoff, Yelena Belova, Alex Summers, Scott Summers, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, John Bender, Brian Johnson (Breakfast Club), Andrew Clark (Breakfast Club), Georgie Cooper, JJ Maybank, John B. Routledge, Rafe Cameron, Sarah Cameron, Pope Heyward, Reader

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Reader, Billy Hargrove/Reader, Eddie Munson & Reader, Gareth (Stranger Things)/You, Jonathan Byers/Reader, Jason Carver & Reader, Bruce Wayne/Reader, Dick Grayson/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Yelena Belova/Reader, Alex Summers/Reader, Scott Summers/Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Reader, Jake "Hangman" Seresin/Reader, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell & Reader, John Bender/Reader, Brian Johnson (Breakfast Club)/Reader, Andrew Clark (Breakfast Club)/Reader, JJ Maybank/Reader, John B. Routledge/Reader, Rafe Cameron/Reader, Sarah Cameron/Reader, Pope Heyward/Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SuYl6me

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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nymphie-mama · 2 years

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Characters I’ll write for:

- this applies for moodboards and one shots. please check my request rules. MY REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY: open.

- when requests are open, please send them as an ask/to my inbox. i probably will not see it otherwise.

OBX:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

John B Routledge

Pope Heyward

Topper Thornton

Kiara Carrera (x f!reader)

Sarah Cameron (x f!reader)

MARAUDERS ERA HARRY POTTER:

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans (x f!reader)

Mary Macdonald (x f!reader)

Marlene McKinnon (x f!reader)

Pandora Lestrange (x f!reader)

Dorcas Meadowes (x f!reader)

Evan Rosier

Barty Crouch Jr.

Alice Greengrass (x f!reader)

HARRY POTTER GOLDEN TRIO ERA:

Harry J Potter

Hermione Granger (x f!reader)

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Dean Thomas

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Ginny Weasley (x f!reader)

Luna Lovegood (x f!reader)

Neville Longbottom

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE:

Peter Parker (any vers.)

Matt Murdock

Michelle Jones-Watson (x f!reader)

Kate Bishop (x f!reader)

Yelena Belova (x f!reader)

Stephen Strange

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanova (x f!reader)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Shang Chi

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY:

Jeremiah Fisher

Conrad Fisher

Steven Conklin

Belly Conklin (x f!reader)

Taylor Jewel (x f!reader)

Cam Cameron he fr doesn’t have a last name

#marauders #harry potter #the summer i turned pretty #mcu #fic prompt #navigation #obx masterlist #masterlist #harry potter masterlist #tsitp #fictional characters #outer banks #the marauders #mcu phase 4 #rafesdior #wednesday (netflix)

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babeydollx · 2 years

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Can I requests Pope smut? Theirs a serious lack of pope content on this app 😭

Please and thank you

So Gentle

Warnings: cursing, smut, sex, soft sex, soft!Pope, probs more lmao.

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: pretty much just soft sex with Pope.

a/n: there really isn't enough Pope fics, he's an underrated bb <3

You gasped and moaned out softly as Pope slowly pushed into you, stretching you out. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulder as he began to fuck you. He was always so gentle with you and honestly, you loved every second of it every time.

He would always stop to make sure you were okay if you made any noise that sounded like you were in pain or uncomfortable. He was so considerate. You moaned out softly as Pope slowly picked up the pace. He would never be too rough or fast unless you wanted him to go faster. You had never met a guy who was this gentle with you. Most of the guys you had been with loved rough, crazy sex.

Which you did think rough, wild sex was hot too. You did like having wild sex with Pope sometimes but, it was also nice just to make love instead of fucking. He never degraded you, even during wild sex. He always said he felt too bad to do it because he loved you so much which you thought was sweet of him.

Pope leaned down and kissed you as he fucked you slowly. You smiled into the kiss and pulled him impossibly closer. You began to roll your hips to meet his thrusts as he fucked you. You moaned out a little louder and threw your head back. You never wanted him to stop but, you could tell that he was close and so were you.

"Fuck, baby I'm close!" You moaned out. "Please, please go faster." You said. Pope obeyed your wishes and began to fuck you faster. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his back gently, trying to make him fuck you faster. He could tell and he picked up the pace even more.

You gasped and cried out as he now fucked you at a rougher pace. You could feel that familiar knot bubbling in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You could tell that Pope was about ready to cum too since his thrusts were getting sloppy.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum Pope!" You cried out. "Come on, baby, cum for me sweetheart." He moaned out. With that your eyes rolled and your legs shook as you gushed on his cock. He groaned out and came right after you. You both laid there for a few minutes to catch your breath. Once Pope caught his breath, he pulled out of you and took the now filled condom off his dick and tossed it in the trash.

Pope then laid down beside you. You smiled and rolled over to him and he grinned, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him. You rested your head on his chest and your eyes began to flutter shut. Pope smiled and kissed your head as you slept in his arms.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic! I felt like I ended this one weirdly, idk lmao.

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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First Time | Pope Heyward

Warnings: cursing, smut, loss of virginity, sex, soft sex, soft!Pope

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N losses her virginity to her boyfriend Pope.

You were hanging out with your boyfriend Pope’s house. The two of you were making out, passionately making out. You put your hands through his hair and gentle tugged. He pulled you onto his lap to straddle him.

As the two of you were making out, Pope began to mess with the bottom of your shirt, about to pull it up but you stopped him. “Is something wrong baby?” He asked. “I thought you said you were ready for this yesterday, it’s ok if you changed your mind though.” He said. “I- no I want to have sex with you it’s just…” You paused.

“What is it babe?” Pope asked. “You know you can tell me anything right?” He said. “I know..” You sighed. “It’s just that…” You took a long pause before you told him. “I’m still a virgin.” You said. He looked at you then kissed your forehead.

“That’s ok baby, honestly, it’s a turn on that I would be able to take your virginity, that’s if you want me to that is.” He said. “No.. I want you to. I trust you.” You said. “Okay.” Pope said with a warm smile. “Just remember, at any point if you want to stop, let me know and we can stop everything.” He said. You nodded. “Use your words baby, please.” He said.

“Okay.. I understand.” You said. Pope kissed you again and gently took you off his lap to lay you down on the bed. He began to take your top off, then your bra. He studied your chest for a moment before leaning down to suck on your breasts.

His tongue swirled around your now hardened nipples making you whimper. You put your hands through his hair and gently tugged. Pope came back up and kissed your gently. He then started to pull your skirt off then your panties. You helped him pull off his top then his jeans and boxers. You were both naked now. He pulled a condom out of his nightstand and slid it on his dick. Pope then aligned himself with your entrance and he was about to thrust into you.

“Wait!” You said putting your hand on his chest. “What’s wrong angel?” He asked. “Just… please be gentle.” You said. “I will be gentle. I promise.” Pope said and kissed your head. He aligned his cock with your entrance again then gently pushed into you. You gasped and whimpered a little. Tears welled up in your eyes. Pope kissed your forehead again and gave you some time to adjust.

He began to gently thrust in and out of you at a slow pace. You held onto his shoulders. There was still some tears in your eyes and you could still feel some pain but it slowly kept getting better. After a few minutes of Pope’s slow pace, the pain was gone and you you started to feel the pleasure. You moaned out and held onto his shoulder tighter.

“Fuck.. please go faster Pope!” You moaned out. He obeyed your wishes and thrusted into you faster. Even though he was going faster, he was still gentle with you. He leaned down and started kissing your neck, surly leaving marks. You put a hand through his hair and moaned out louder. Your felt something building in your stomach. You could tell you were close to your climax. You dug your nails into his back a little and Pope groaned out.

“Fuck I’m so fucking close!” You moaned out. “I’m close too baby!” Pope groaned. You reached down and began to rub your clit as he thrusted into you, this thrusts starting to get sloppy. You threw your head back and arched your back slightly.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You yelled out. “Come on, cum for me baby.” He said. Right with that, your legs began to tremble and you saw stars as you came hard on his cock. Moments later he came too. He pulled out of you and pulled the condom off his cock throwing it in the trash.

You laid there catching your breath. Pope laid beside you and you rested your head on his chest. You felt him stroke your hair softly making you smile. “I love you Pope..” You said with a smile. “I love you too y/n.” He smiled. Your eyes fluttered shut and you fell asleep in Pope’s arms.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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peavhyshy · 7 months

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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

fluff (f), smut (s), dark (d), nswf (n), angst (a)

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𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦. (series) (s) (a) (n) - Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Heyward!Reader

○○○ Y/N Heyward is Pope Heyward's younger sister. Growing up, She was always surrounded by his friends, John B, JJ, and Kiara, who are like her extended family now, While her brother and his friends are known for their daring adventures, Despite her young age, she's wise beyond her years and often serves as a moral compass for her friends and family. She is also a bit shy and introverted, preferring to spend her time with close friends or curled up with a good book. Y/N has never felt the need to join in on their wild escapades (until now).

𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝟰 𝗠𝗘. (oneshot) (s) (n)

Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Innocent!Pogue!Reader

○○○ Your working as a waitress at the Country Club where Rafe and his wealthy Kook friends spend time at and he gives you a ride home after your shift.

𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗘. (oneshot) (f) (n)

Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

○○○ Rafe goes over-the-top as usual to apologize for cheating which includes a grand gesture of buying out an entire boutique is creatively meant to convey his guilt.

𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡. (oneshot) (f) (s) (a) (n)

Prince!Rafe Cameron x Princess!Reader

○○○ Royal!AU / Arranged Marriage - You find yourself thrust into an arranged marriage with a handsome yet unpredictable prince

𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗘. (oneshot) (s) (a) (f) (n)

JJ Maybank x Adopted!Thornton!Reader

○○○ JJ sneaks into your families mansion after being beaten by his abusive father, and you help patch him up.

𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦. (oneshot) (f)

○○○ You keep JJ company while he recovers from COVID-19, playing nurse and cuddling up to take care of him.

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦. (oneshot) (s) (f) (n)

○○○ You and Sarah share a secret kiss while hanging out alone in your room, complicating both of your relationships with John B.

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maybankiara · 4 years

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ELECTRIC

gif by @popeheywrd

pope x reader

summary: she plays the “electric love” prank on tiktok, and it has an effect different than intended. twice.

a/n: i wrote this down as an idea ages ago and got inspired for it now so enjoy this lil ball of fluff

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she props her phone on her desk, putting herself and pope clear in the shot. they’re sitting on her bed and all she told him was that there’s a tiktok challenge she wants them to try out. pope, who’s not well-versed in the culture of tik-tok (unlike her and jj, he doesn’t have the time), agreed.

she was over the moon about it. now, she’s trying not to burst into laughter as the first chords of electric love are beginning to play. she sees pope freeze, out of the corner of her eye, and he’s staring at her in confusion when she looks at him.

‘what--’

‘just listen,’ she says, smiling.

pope’s eyes flicker to her lips. a wrinkle of confusion appear between his brows, his shoulders tense.

she starts leaning in and his blinking gets rapid, and then--

‘SIKE!’ says the voiceover, the song ending abruptly at the part where she was supposed to “kiss” him. ‘did you really think i was going to kiss you?’

pope erupts into laughter, holding the bridge of his nose between two fingers. she wraps her arms around him, laughing all the same, and he tackles her to the bad -- both of them forgetting that they are still being filmed.

‘you had me in the first half,’ he tells her, quiet through his wide grin.

‘you knew of the challenge!’

he rolls on the side of the bed, pushing her lightly. the phone signals the end of filming, but she ignores it. there’s something in his eyes that feels a little too much like relief combined with disappointment.

she just shakes her head, and tells herself she’s seeing things where there are none.

‘come on.’ pope pokes her in the stomach and she squirms, fighting back. ‘you know how much jj loves to make fun of those stupid challenges. he sent me a few and obviously i recognised the song.’

‘i figured,’ she admits. ‘i saw your reaction when it started playing. and i played you like a fiddle!’

pope rolls his eyes, giving her a sigh and a shove. she yelps as she falls off the bed at last, and he leans over its edge, peeking at her.

she just smiles. ‘i wasn’t going to, like, kiss you or anything. don’t worry.’

‘yeah,’ he says, ‘i’m not.’

★

pope scrolls through the comments. it gets a lot more attention than any of them thought it would, almost a hundred thousand views, and a lot of people are commenting on the chemistry he and y/n have. most of them noticed his panic -- it’s a debate whether it was because he was afraid she’d kiss him because he likes her, or because he doesn’t.

truth be told, it’s not something even he can answer.

people were definitely a lot more eager to comment on him pinning her to the bed afterwards. looking at the video (which he has definitely not done more times than it should be allowed), he can tell how it might’ve come off as more than it was.

(or maybe it came off exactly how it was.)

(he’s not sure yet.)

so when she props up the phone again in the same spot, a couple of days later, they’ve already done a few challenges together, and he doesn’t think anything of it.

‘you ready?’

he huffs. ‘who do you think i am?’

she shakes her head at him, in a way that seems a little odd to him, even if there’s a smile on her face. he catches her nervous tick -- but doesn’t dwell on it.

(in retrospect, he’s glad he didn’t.)

‘it’s a good one,’ she tells him. ‘i promise.’

he spreads his arms wide, as if to say, go on, then. she leans over to the phone and gives him one last glance, before pressing play. her phone glitches and it takes a second for the audio to begin.

pope bursts into laughter when he hears the same chords from the last prank she played on him.

he looks at her, at her gentle smile, and just shakes his head. ‘we’ve done this one already.’

but she jabs a finger to his chest and says shhh, so he just frowns.

she’s smiling. it’s a smile that’s never been directed at him -- a little nervous, a little excited, a little all over the place.

he’s waiting for the SIKE! to come, but it doesn’t, and there’s a split second between him realising what’s about to happen and her lips crashing against his. they’re frozen at first, but then his hands hold her waist and give a little tug, and he opens his mouth into the kiss and feels her relax, let out the breath she’s been holding.

(y/n tastes sweet. gentle. like the chapstick she knows he sometimes steals from her.)

the song ends with their foreheads pressed together, both of them out of breath, even if they haven’t been kissing for long.

pope is the first to collect himself, and the only thing he can come up with is, ‘yeah.’

‘yeah?’

he smiles, and presses a little kiss to her lips. ‘you were right. it was a good one.’

(this one gets almost half a million views, and she puts it as a duet to the first one. nobody is surprised.)

★

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gerberbabey · 4 years

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sad saturdays | kiara carrera

2nd part of cocaine. this goes out to that one anon.

masterlist | cocaine series : 1 | 3

summary: Kie spends her Saturday inside.

warnings: more of that gay shit, im high so the writing is bad (well the writings always bad), angst, cursing, mentions of depression, more of me being collectively obsessed w both Euphoria and Outerbanks

♫ Sad Saturdays by JOBA ♫

Kie wondered if perhaps she should call 911. Her chest was hurting so much that she was so sure it was a heart attack. She’d even stayed up at 3 AM googling everything she was feeling and what it could possibly mean but she only ended up self-diagnosing herself with cancer. It probably wasn’t cancer.

“Kie...sweetheart?” her mom stood at her doorway.

Kie hummed from where she was buried under her covers.

“Baby, do you need anything?”

“Mmmno...”

Kie waited for her door to shut before she peaked over her shoulder to see if her mom had actually left. Seeing that the woman was gone, Kie sighed and turned over to lay on her back. She tried to think about the last time she felt this terrible. Physically she was probably fine, she’d felt worse before (the pain in her chest really wasn’t the worst of it). Emotionally and mentally? That one was kind of hard to pinpoint.

Her generation was practically founded on not being the mentally strongest. As fucked up as that sounded, considering how depressing shit was because of the older generation, she thought she was pretty justified in her thinking. She didn’t want to think too hard about it.

“Fuck....” she mumbled as she felt her lip quiver.

Kie sucked in her cheeks and tried to blink away the tears gathering at her eyes.

She’d been in bed for 3 days now. Meaning it’s been 3 days since she kissed you and ran. Kie instructed her mom that if anyone came around she didn’t want to see them. Kie’s mom was reluctant of course, she didn’t want her daughter isolating herself willingly when she knew that being alone was something she’d struggled with before. But she followed her daughter’s wishes.

Even if that meant turning you away more than once in the past three days. __________________

“Sexuality is a spectrum. It’s not like anyone’s 100% straight or 100% gay.”

Kie made a face as she laid her head against your shoulder. The two of you had started binge-watching Euphoria as soon as all the episodes had gotten released and it was now 3 am and the two of you were well into the show.

“There are people who are definitely 100% gay,” Kie argued and you hummed in response, trying to pay attention to both her and the show, “One of my cousins is 100% gay. Women do not and could not ever do it for him.”

You paused the show as you realized you couldn’t multitask in this situation.

“I don’t think she even really realizes what she’s saying Kie,” you explained once you noticed how bothered Kie seemed to be by the line. Kie didn’t even really understand it herself but she was heated. Kie wasn’t really one for staying in and watching shows. If anything your entire friend group tended to not stay in and do stuff like that. You and the boys didn’t really have subscriptions to streaming services (sometimes you didn’t even have working cable to watch TV) yet you had seen the trailers for the show and had insisted that the two of you watch it. Kie couldn’t really say no to you.

“I don’t know, for a show that’s representing so much, that seems really out of place. I don’t know what the writers were thinking.”

“I mean Maddy’s a character who’s just trying to calm her aggressive abusive boyfriend down. I don’t think she herself understands what “Sexuality is a spectrum’ means. I don’t think the writers are putting it off as anything bad.”

Kie could feel herself calming down as you spoke to her. You had that weird effect on her.

“Do you get what it means?” the question came out before she could even really think about it and Kie felt her chest tighten up in instant regret.

As open as the Pogues were with one another, it was just different when it came down to deep shit. JJ despised talking about his dad, Pope rarely opened up about his anxiety and the pressure he felt, the topic of Kie’s year at the Kook academy wasn’t even an option, John B denied any negativity on the topic of his father, and you avoided even saying the words “mom” or “dad” when it came to your own parents.

The topic of sexuality wasn’t exactly a common conversation topic.

Kie wasn’t sure what she was afraid of. Would you connect the question back to her sexuality? Would that connection reveal her feelings for you? Would you scoff at the idea of believing Kie loved you?

She knew that she wasn’t afraid of any type of homophobia. Especially not from you.

“Yeah I mean remember when Kat was explaining it to her. She said at the end of each spectrum is gay and straight. Maddy probably just understood wrong cus her boyfriend’s an asshole. But yeah like sexuality is a spectrum,” Kie blinked at that, “I mean like I’ve never dated a girl but I’m not on the 100% straight part of the spectrum. If being gay was a choice, I wouldn’t like men at all.”

Kie didn’t really accomplish much that night. You were still opposed to the idea of love. You still didn’t know about her feelings. Nothing had really changed.

But that night, Kie felt happier than she had in a while.

________

Kie recalled the episode of Euphoria where Rue had gone through a depressive episode and it led to a kidney infection. Kie was terrified of the idea as a whole and had forced herself to get up and use the bathroom.

Pushing the bathroom door open she dragged her feet as she made her trek back to her room. It was at the most a few feet but damn did it make her tired. Her head felt heavy on her shoulders and her body ached. She wouldn’t be surprised if she’d somehow caught a fever in the midst of all of this. She’d forced her body through an entirely different routine for the past three days.

“Jesus Kie.”

Kie jumped at that and nearly screamed at the sight of JJ.

“Shit! JJ what the hell are you doing here?! You scared the fuck out of me!”

“Sorry jeez,” JJ put his hands up in defense, “We were worried and your mom wasn’t letting anyone see you so I snuck in through your back door,” JJ’s casual way of speaking left Kie speechless.

“What the fuck JJ....Don’t you have like work? Or something better to do on a Saturday than break into my house?”

“Well I have today off actually. John B and Pope are both working and (Y/N)’s sick too so I don’t-”

“Wait what?” Kie backtracked for a moment, “(Y/N)’s sick?”

“Yeah I mean I don’t know-”

“How do you not know JJ!”

“I just-I don’t know, (Y/N) just said she was sick, why are you yelling at me?!”

Kie pressed her hands to her face in frustration. Even when you weren’t around her you were still somehow affecting her emotionally.

“JJ I really cannot have you here right now ok, I need you to go,” Kie motioned to her door but JJ wasn’t having it. Kie hadn’t spoken to any of them in the past 3 days and he knew it had something to do with you. You weren’t telling him anything either but he was more observant than you thought. You had fallen off the face of the earth at the exact same time as Kie and the only time you responded to any of his texts was when you were telling him you couldn’t hang out with the Pogues because you needed to check on Kie.

“No ok I’m not dumb, did something happen between you and (Y/N)? Are you two fighting or something?”

“No JJ-”

“Then what? Did someone break the fucking girl code?”

“NO!”

“Did she hook up with a guy you called dibs on-”

“I KISSED HER!”

Kie sucked in a breath as she and JJ looked at each other in the eye. The shock was clear on his expression.

“I kissed (Y/N)...because,” Kie’s shoulders shook, “Because I love her. But she-she won’t love me back.”

“What...you don’t know that Kie,” JJ tried to soothe as Kie began to sob, her hands shaking.

“I do, ok, I do know. (Y/N) has been...hurt so much, and I wish I could help her fucking love again, as cheesy as that sounds, but she has been pretty straightforward about how she feels about crap like that.”

JJ clenched his jaw and fidgeted with his hands. He was completely out of his element in this type of situation. He wasn’t exactly the best example of anything that regarded relationships or even opening up about feelings and here was his best friend venting to him about his other best friend. If he was being completely honest he thought he was going to have this conversation with Pope about Kie, not Kie about you.

“I love her JJ...” Kie sobbed and JJ licked his lips then his eyes and attention flickered off to the side at the sight of movement.

Kie turned at that and back into her room and nearly into JJ at the sight of you standing in her doorway.

You bit at your cheek as you looked at the two of them.

“Hey Kie....”

part 3?

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milkiane · 3 years

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enough for you

» stupid, emotional, obsessive little me.

SOUR COLLECTION

pairings: pope heyward x reader, eventual rafe cameron x reader

summary: pope regrets making you feel as though you weren’t enough, because now, his mistake drove you into the arms of somebody else.

warnings: profanities, mention of food.

word count: 2532 — THIS FIC IS ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVES SO I REALLY HOPE THAT YOU LOVE THIS JUST AS MUCH AS I DO <3

“one iced macchiato with two pumps of vanilla and a box of glazed doughnut, here you go.”

you grabbed the bagged order from the window, and smiled, “thank you!”

you drove away from the cafe drive-thru, singing along with one of pope’s favorite songs playing from the speakers. you’ve known how he took his coffee and his favorite songs by heart.

you parked your car in front of their house, checking your makeup once more through the rearview mirror before heading out. you knocked on their door, waiting for someone to let you in.

“good morning, mr. heyward!” you chirped, walking in as he opened the door wider.

“good morning to you, too, y/n,” he smiled softly, “pope will be here soon, just had him deliver some groceries.”

you nodded politely, making your way towards his room to wait for him. you took in the familiar surroundings of his bedroom, pausing at the photos posted on the walls. a soft smile adorning your lips as you looked through each of them.

there were photos of the both of you in the middle of the wall collage, your favorite one slowly fading from age. you sighed, letting your fingers graze on his books until you stopped at a certain self-help book. you’ve nearly read every one of them, in hopes of making him think that you were smart.

the subtle art of not giving a f*ck.

you hummed in interest, flipping over a random page as you sat down on his bed.

‘the desire for a more positive experience is for itself a negative experience. and, paradoxically, the acceptance of one’s negative experience is itself a positive experience.’

you let yourself read it over and over again, letting the words sink in but to no avail. slowly, your mind wandered back to midsummers.

you and the rest of the pogues were invited by kie. well, not exactly. pope was there to help his father with the food, jj was there to do some ‘serving’, and you and john b were just… hanging.

you were having a chat with pope as you waited for the event to start, intently listening to him as he animatedly rambled about the merits scholarship, and how he was excited and nervous at the same time. he was in the middle of talking about the advanced subjects he had to review until he stopped completely, his gaze stuck on something, or rather someone, behind you.

you gave him a confused look, looking back to see what it was all about. your heart dropped when you saw kie making her way towards the both of you. she had a silver silk dress on which accentuated her curves and light makeup that highlighted her beauty.

you excused yourself, which fell onto deaf ears, as they started a conversation. you maneuvered away from the people, trying to get to the bathroom without bumping into anyone.

though it became unsuccessful as you nearly collided into rafe as you made a sharp turn to the corridor.

“watch it,” he grumbled, grabbing a hold of your shoulders to carefully move you aside.

“sorry,” you apologized, continuing your trek towards the bathroom, his lingering stare going unnoticed.

you snapped back out of your trance when pope’s door opened, greeting you with a charming smile as soon as he locked eyes with you.

“hey,” you grinned, standing up to give him a hug, making it last longer than usual.

“hey, you okay?“ he asked, giving you a slight squeeze before pulling away. “are you wearing makeup?”

“yeah,” you looked down at your worn-down shoes, “d’you like it?”

“i mean, yeah. i’m just not sure if i’m a compliment type though,” he shrugged, sitting down on his bed to remove his shoes.

“oh,” you mumbled. you only ever wore makeup since you’ve seen him look at kiara like that. thinking that maybe if you applied some, he’d like you more and forget about that moment he had with her.

you swallowed the lump on your throat, wiping away the lip gloss with the back of your hand. you grabbed the melting drink and doughnut from his bedside table. “here, i bought you some food. coffee just the way you like it, and some glazed doughnut.”

his eyes lit up, and your heart skipped a beat. he planted a kiss on your forehead and grabbed the bag from you. “thanks, y/n.”

“no prob.” you sent him a tight lip smile before standing up. “well, uh, i’ve gotta go.”

“you’re not staying?” he asked, a confused look etched on his face.

“uh, no,” you shook your head, having lost the mood to stay, so you made up a lie, “mom needs me home soon.”

“okay,” he nodded, “bye, thanks for the food again.”

you forced a smile and went out back to your car. the entry from the book swirling in your mind.

shit happens, and suffering is inevitable. you have to stop trying too hard for positive things to happen.

with so much happening for the past few days, from the gold to john b’s sudden accusation at ward for his father’s death, you haven’t had the time to spend any time with your boyfriend.

you were at the cameron’s dock, the hms pogue parked beside their yacht, trying to find out if your friend didn’t do anything irrational and that he’s okay.

“hey, i see ward,” pope whispered, looking through the binoculars, catching your attention.

kie stood up, grabbing it from him, “let me see.”

“doesn’t look dead to me,” pope shrugged nonchalantly. “let’s go home.”

you snapped your head towards him. “what?”

the three of you turned to him in confusion, staring at him for an explanation. he looked at all of you with a bored expression, “uh, okay. obviously mr. cameron is fine, and even if john b was here, he isn’t now, okay? plus, i have the biggest, most important moment of my life in six hours.”

you stood up, your face contorted in disbelief, “yeah, well, our friend is in trouble.”

“i’m in trouble,” he retaliated, pointing at himself. he looked at kie and jj for backup, they avoided his gaze, “guys, i haven’t been home in three days. my dad’s probably put all my shit on the street now.”

“okay, so that’s it?” you questioned, your eyebrows still knitted. “in a time of need, you’re just gonna bail? you’re just gonna walk away?”

“okay, yo, guys,” jj interrupted, fiddling with his red cap, “can we not do this right now?”

“hey, i have a scholarship interview in the morning, i can’t-”

“okay, well, what about john b?”

“why is it always about john b?” he exclaimed. jj sighed from behind you and you looked at your boyfriend in incredulity, “it’s not always about john b, you’re so stupid. it could be any of you in this situation.”

“oh, bullshit!” he scoffed.

“guys-”

the argument went on, and on, and you weren’t even sure if it’s about john b anymore. every pent-up emotion suddenly burst free from its bottle. from your insecurities about him and kie, to his stress and confusion about his feelings.

kiara stood there, shocked by your revelation, and she felt bad. she liked pope, she did, but she would never go for him knowing that you’re both dating. she and jj didn’t know whether or not they should intervene.

“you’re just never satisfied!” pope fumed, he didn’t even have a chance to think about what he said, but the action was done. all of you froze, your breath hitching in your throat as your tears welled up.

“i’m never satisfied?” you whispered, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe. “pope, all i ever wanted was to be enough for you.”

“y/n-” kiara tried to step in.

you snapped your attention towards her, “no, kie! i’m sorry but you have no room to talk right now.

“maybe i’m not just as interesting as the girl who’s caught your attention now,” you looked back at pope, trying to keep your voice steady to no avail because the next words you’ve said made your voice crack, “but god, you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more?”

“i- i don’t want to talk about this right now,” he sighed, turning his back around to avoid your pained expression.

“no, no!” you sniffed, grabbing his arm to let him face you. “let’s talk about this now, pope. what do you want? do you still want this? do you still want me?”

pope didn’t know what he wanted. he spared a glance between you and kie, but he couldn’t choose. he didn’t have the time to think about what he feels for you or kie because he didn’t want to accept that he fell out of love with you, he didn’t want to admit that he fell out of love with you especially after you’ve been nothing but good to him. he didn’t want to hurt you.

but that’s exactly what he’s doing now.

you nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in your throat before walking towards the dock and away from them.

jj stood up from the side. “y/n, where are you going?”

they tried calling you over, but you ignored them. wanting to be away from them as far as possible.

you walked wherever your legs took you, trying to let whatever happened to sink in. your tears were freely falling by now, and you kicked every rock that you saw.

it was until the sounds of the waves crashing onto the shore caught your attention. you sighed, moving towards the beach and sitting down on the sand.

rafe didn’t want anything more than to get out of the lecture his father was giving him and away from the house. that’s why as soon as ward asked him to leave, he bolted out of the chair and outside, walking towards the only place that gave him comfort.

although when he arrived, he never expected to see you there with tear-stained cheeks.

the sound of a twig snapping caught your attention, you whipped your head towards the source of the sound and wiped away your tears as you caught sight of the kook.

you were just about to stand up and walk away when he suddenly spoke up, voice soft and fragile, “can you stay?”

you blinked, letting yourself nod and sit back on the ground. he sat beside you, enjoying the quiet company.

rafe found himself shrugging his hoodie off as he saw you shiver. he offered it to you, alongside with a small smile. “you okay?”

you halted, looking at the soft jumper. when another cold breeze of air swooped past, you placed it on. you ignored his question and decided to ask him one: “what’re you doing here so late?”

he sighed, leaning back on his arms, “just… dad,”

you hummed, watching as the waves crashed onto the shore. there was something serene about the sounds of the ocean, the moon illuminating the water. it made you forget about what happened with pope.

“i just-“ he ran a hand through his tousled hair, a sign that meant he’s been doing it for a couple of times now. “it’s like everything that i do isn’t enough for him, y’know?”

you huffed amusingly, and for a second, rafe was afraid that you were making fun of him. he was about to retaliate when he saw the tears clouding your eyes.

“yeah, i know.”

he pursed his lips, hesitantly wrapping an arm around you to offer some sort of comfort, awkwardly patting your side.

you let out a watery chuckle, which turned into a sob a second later as you realized that things have just ended between you and pope. you let yourself succumb to his embrace.

it has been at least a month or two since that night. you, embarrassingly enough, let yourself cry about the break up with the kook, expecting him to make fun of you or talk shit about the pogues. but instead, he listened and comforted you until you stopped crying.

in return for letting yourself be vulnerable around him, rafe brought you to one of his favorite diners to cheer you up. he told you all about his insecurities and how he felt about his dad.

and somewhat surprisingly, despite having one of the worst days, it ended up being a fine night. you’ve learned more about him and how there’s something more beneath his facade.

although you’ve never got to get around the pogues since that night, there were times where they checked up on you, but never really hung out like before. opting to minimize every interaction with passing glances and small smiles.

you knew it was petty of you to avoid the others when the only person you’re not ready to see is pope. you couldn’t avoid them forever, you knew that, too, but you had hoped that you’d have the time to compose yourself before confronting him again.

however, the universe wasn’t on your side this time because an hour into lounging on the beach, pope approached you.

“hey, y/n,” he sent you a lip-tight smile, “d’you mind if we talk?”

you returned the gesture, nodding your head slowly as you followed him into a quiet space.

“look,” he sighed, “i just wanted to let you know how sorry i am for hurting you, i never planned on leaving things like that, and i hope that you’d forgive me.”

“i-“ you paused, looking up at the sky to figure out what you wanted to say. you weren’t as heartbroken as you were before, but you were still upset with him. “i don’t know, pope, because honestly, don't you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? don’t you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing?

“and i want to say that i don’t ever want to accept your apology, i want you to feel sorry for yourself, because someday i’ll be everything to somebody else,” you looked back at him, “but i forgive you, because it’s always been pogues for life, no matter what. i just think that i need more time before everything goes back to normal,”

pope, for the first time in two months, genuinely smiled. he understands you completely, and respects your decision. the only thing that matters to him now is that what you had would be left in the past, and another chapter would be awaiting in the foreseeable future.

once you’ve bid your goodbyes, he watched you walk away from him and into the arms of another man. he’s been beating himself up for hurting you and driving you away to the comfort of rafe cameron.

but seeing you so happy with him now made him change his mind. rafe looked from behind you and gave pope a polite nod before intertwining your hands and leaving.

if rafe made you feel like you’re on top of the world and the only love he needs in his life, then pope’s happy that you’ve found someone who made you feel more than enough.

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my girl ↝ jj maybank x reader

request: Hello your fics are the best🥺 i was wondering if you could do JJ x Pogue!Reader, shes popular amongst the outer banks for being undeniably gorgeous and this pisses off JJ because boys are always hitting on his girl? And the pogues are like “dude why you getting so protective?” “Why do you care?” Then he finally snaps when a dude walks up to the group in the middle of them having lunch together at the Wreck to ask if he could have readers number? Overall an angry & protective baby🥺❤️❤️ ( @danicarosaline )

a/n: it’s a little long but i hope you enjoy, love!

summary: you and jj have a confusing friendship consisting of jealousy and flirting. one day, it all gets to be too much and things are revealed.

warning: swearing, fighting, cursing, fluff

requested?; yess maam

y/f/n y/l/n. thats you. you are known around outer banks for being drop dead gorgeous causing boys to drool over you, but never wanting anything serious since you were a pogue. it kind of hurt you, to be honest, but it just made you realize that men are just pure pieces of shit and the only men you can stand is john b routledge, pope heyward, and jj maybank.

the pogues and you had decided to have a kegger at the boneyard, since all of you were bored as hell and just wanted to get wasted and have fun. you’re dancing with a couple of touron girls while your friends are off doing their own thing.

jj stands close by, acting like he’s paying attention to the girl in front of him but really watching you closely to make sure you don’t stumble off. he turns his head away for a second to take a sip of his beer and nodding along to something the girl said and looks back at you. his jaw clenches as a guy comes up to you with a smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down. you smile up at him, turning to face him while you dance.

it’s small talk at first, which still angers jj, but then he notices the guy is starting to slide his hand down your back towards your ass. he drops his cup and makes his way over to you, who is leaning against the guys chest. jj shoves the guy off balance, causing you to stumble backwards, spilling your drink all over you. your eyes meet jj’s who is just staring at the guy who was touching you.

“jj, what the actual fuck?!” you shout at him, trying to get him to look at you, though it is no use. he’s glaring holes into the guys head. if looks could kill, he’d be dead.

you place a hand on jj’s arm which he just shoves off, not wanting to look at you because you will stop him from beating this guys ass. “what the fuck man?” the guy asks, stepping towards jj. “don’t you ever fucking touch her again.” jj growls, not blinking once. “jj-” you start but you’re cut off.

“and who the fuck do you think you are? her boyfriend?” jj shakes his head, stepping closer to the guy known as jared, getting all up in his face. “that is none of your fucking business. so turn around, and walk the fuck away before i make you.” you look at jj in shock and back at jared who is in front of you. kie rushes over, stepping in front of jj. “jj, you need to calm down.” jj ignores her, still staring.

jared shakes his head, a laugh leaving his lips, “fuck you.” he turns around and stalks off, leaving everyone around to turn to jj with wide eyes. jj turns around and starts to head to the keg to grab another beer. you look at kie and make your way to jj. “what the fuck is your problem?” you ask him, watching his shoulders sink at your voice.

he knows your angry at him, and he hates it. “nothing.” he states, bringing the cup to his lip before turning around to face you. “really?” you throw your hands in the air, “nothings wrong? then how come you just attacked a random touron who was talking to me?” jj scoffs, running a hand through his hair.

“i don’t give a flying fuck that he was talking to you, y/n, he was groping you like you were a fucking toy.” he spits, throwing a hand in the air in frustration. you roll your eyes, scoffing loudly. “why the hell do you care, jj?” you blurt out, anger rushing through your veins.

“i dont.” he states after a couple seconds, all of the anger in him gone. he looks away as tears brim both of your eyes and stalks off towards the chateau. you try to blink away your tears as you walk back towards your friends who watched the whole thing.

“what happened?” kie asks, pulling you into her embrace. “he said he doesn’t care about me.” you mumble, causing pope and john b to look at each other with concern and confusion written all over their faces. “uh... pope and i will be back. forgot something at the chateau.” john b lies, heading towards the chateau with pope following close behind.

kie holds you in her arms as you sob your eyes out. john b opens the screen door to find jj sitting in the chair, drinking his beer and staring out across the yard. “jj, what the hell just happened down there?” john b asks, pointing towards the boneyard. jj shrugs, shaking his head, “nothing.”

“well obviously something, because y/n is down there crying her eyes out into kie’s chest. what did you say to her?” jj sighs, running his hand through his hair before glancing up at pope and john b. “i... i just got so pissed off because that guy was literally fucking groping her and she was fine with it. how could someone be fine with that?” jj asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“it’s her choice, jj. it’s not like y/n comes up to you and threatens every touron that you take home to hook up with.” john b states, sitting beside his best friend who had obviously been upset with himself for how he reacted. “i know- i just. it made me uneasy.”

“it made you jealous.” pope corrects him, earning a glare from the blonde mop. “no it didn’t.” jj scoffs, looking back out at the boneyard. pope goes to argue back but john b sends him a look. “why are you getting so protective?” john b asks, causing jj to look down at his feet. “im not protective.” jj exclaims defensively, causing both boys to look at each other with a look on their faces. jj notices and rolls his eyes. “whatever. i just don’t like when people hit on her.”

“why?” pope eases on, knowing jj is going to burst any minute, a grin on his face. “because she’s my girl, and it pisses me off!” jj yells, obviously frustrated about everything that’s been happening for the last 20 minutes. john b smirks, sipping his beer. “admit it, jj. you were jealous. you have a crush on her.” jj shakes his head no, finishing his beer and looking back at the ground.

“fine, don’t admit anything. but at least go down and apologize.” john b stands up and walks out, pope following close behind. jj sighs to himself and rubs his eyes before standing up and heading back down to the boneyard.

you finally calmed down and were on your 3rd cup of beer in the last 20 minutes. you were pissed off at jj for acting that way, and you were upset that he wouldn’t open up to you and ran off. you knew he cared, or else he wouldn’t have done what he did, but it still pissed you off that he caused a scene and then left like nothing happened.

you sit at the fire beside kie who was talking to another pogue about something irrelevant. you stare at the fire as memories start flowing through your head of how protective jj gets over you. you weren’t gonna lie, it made you feel safe because there were creepers out there who had tried to get into your pants, but the guy that was talking to you was nice, and you were enjoying everything, though something was still crossing your mind that was telling you no.

you make a mental note to thank jj for what he did, but you were still pissed off to say the least. you come back into reality when someone standing in front of you calls your name. you look up and catch eyes with jj.

you look away from his gaze, avoiding eye contact. “what, jj?” you ask bitterly, causing the boy in front of you flinch. “i- uhm. can we talk?” you glance at him and scan his face. he pleads you with his eyes, causing you to give in. “fine.” you stand up and sip your beer, walking off towards the water with jj silent at your side.

“look, y/n. im sorry for the way i reacted, it was super immature of me and it hurt you, and im sorry.” you glance at him, and look away. “you can’t just fucking do that. what if he punched you or you punched him? it would be a whole fucking battle. and then you would be hurt and i would have to clean you up like i always do.” you ramble out, throwing your hands all around in the air.

he nods at you, fiddling with his fingers. “i know. and im sorry. really.” you watch the blonde boy in beside you. “just.. try not to do it again. please?” you beg, earning a small smile and nod from the boy. “promise.” he intertwines his pinky with yours, a bright smile on his face.

you let go and stare out at the water in a comfortable silence. after a couple moments, you blurt out, “thanks, though. something was telling me not to do anything with him. i don’t know why, but it was.” he turns to you, smiling. “you’re welcome. even though you got pissed off at me.” he chuckles, gently nudging you.

you jokingly roll your eyes and shove him, causing him to gasp and throw you over his shoulder and run towards kie and pope, laughter erupting the air. “jj maybank, you better put me down! i will kill you.” you yell, giggling loudly as he spins around, making the both of you dizzy.

he falls back, causing you to roll off of him in the sand, still laughing loudly. kie smiles, “i see you’re both good.” you and jj look at eachother, smiling, “nope. we fucking hate eachother. we were just battling it out. i won.” you state, flipping your hair over your shoulder, causing pope to roll his eyes at your sarcasm.

the next day, you and the pogues go and sail out on the water for a while, spending some time in the sun. when you guys get back to the chateau, all of you are hungry and make your way to the wreck, hoping kie works her magic on her dad to give you free food.

when you walk in, you sit at the first table close to you as kie stalks off to convince her dad yet again. jj sits in front of you, with john b and pope on the sides of you, leaving a spot open for kie. she gives you guys a thumbs up as she walks to the table.

as you get handed food and joke around with your best friends, you notice jared from last night staring at you from the corner of your eye. you brush it off, hoping he doesn’t come up to you to taunt jj. you all had major headaches and just wanted a calm relaxing day, and if he came over, something would break out.

after a few minutes, someone clears their throat as they walk up to you, stating your name. you look up and it is just who you didn’t want to talk to. “oh... hey.” you awkwardly smile, rubbing the back of your neck, hoping he would get the hint and go. jj’s jaw clenches at the sight of jared, and clenches his fist together, causing kie to nudge him, trying to calm him down. “sorry i had to leave last night. i was having fun.” he smirks at you, knowing damn well he is pissing jj off.

jj scoffs loudly, gaining jared’s attention. “you’re lucky you didn’t leave with injuries.” jj sneers, not blinking once as he bites into a fry. a stifled laugh comes from john b, earning a glare from kie.

“oh hey, whats your name? jj? i thought i wouldn’t see your dirty ass in here.” jared smirks, causing you to gasp loudly. you stare at him with wide eyes. jj stands up, causing the chair to clatter as it hits the ground. “you better watch your fucking mouth.”

“or what?” jared sneers, getting closer to jj’s face, “you gonna hit me? ill just come and fuck y/n in front of you. what will you do? kill me? fucking try you dirty pogue.” he spits, casuing jj to grab his collar. you stand up and yell, “that is enough! you do not get to come into my friends restaurant and disrespect my friends and i. so get your ass out or i will make you. and it won’t be pretty.” you growl, yanking the guy out of jj’s grasp. jj turns to you with wide eyes along with jared.

“cmon, y/n. he is nothing. and you know it. come with me.” you shake your head, a angry laugh leaving your lips. “he is everything and you” you shove your index finger into his chest, “are nothing but a fucking pervert and a piece of shit who needs to get the fuck off of outer banks before i come after your ass.” jared scoffs, glancing at your friends and back at you. “is that a threat?”

you get up closer in his face, “you bet your fucking ass it is.” jared scoffs, turning around and walking out, his face bright red with anger. you sit down and start eating your fries again as your friends stare at you with wide eyes.

you look up, confused, “what?” jj sits down, blinking hard. “we’ve never seen you like that.” kie states, looking around as people go back to eating. “yeah, well don’t fucking disrespect me and my best friends.” you shrug, sending a wink to jj who just stares at you in awe at your outburst.

after lunch you all go your separate ways, jj following behind you as you invited him to go to your house so he wouldn’t have to deal with his dad. you walk in and flop on your bed, exhausted from the events that occurred over the past couple of days.

jj flops beside you, laying his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat. “you okay?” you ask, looking down at him as he stares off into space, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“yeah. just... just thinking.” you sit up, his head now resting on your lap. “about what?” you ask curiously, watching the boy as his expression relaxes. “about you.” he whispers, grasping your attention. “what about me?” you ask quietly, confusion written all over your face.

“nothing much. just about how im in love with you.” he mutters to himself, speaking out loud. you smile brightly, running your fingers through his hair, your heart racing. “i was hoping you felt the same.” you whisper, causing him to look up at you, his eyes widening. you smile down at him, causing him to ease down and rest his head back on your lap, a smile staying on his lips for the rest of the day.

a/n: i actually hate how i wrote this and it could be so so so much better, but i hope you enjoy it.

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