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obxologies · 11 months

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𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘯  𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

warnings: underage drinking and drug abuse, ex!rafe, jealousy, asshole!rafe, smut!! ( 18+ only )

requested?: no

Part Two

author's note: i hope this set up isn't confusing. heart divider made by @cafekitsune

The sun was almost hidden away from the sky as people began arriving to the outdoor movie night held annually on Figure Eight. y/n walked with the pogues, hand-in-hand with Pope. She and Kiara had invited Pope and JJ to accompany them for the night.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? We're on Kook territory." Pope said nervously. His eyes darted all around them waiting for someone to come up to them.

"It's gonna be fine, Pope." y/n reassured. "Let's just stick to ourselves and nobody should mess with us."

"Like that's ever worked." JJ rolled his eyes making Kiara slap the back of his head. "Sorry." He grumbled.

They all slung the lawn chairs off their shoulders and opened them up. Pope and JJ sat down in their seats. JJ pulled out his dab pen bringing it to his lips to take a hit.

"Put that away!" Kiara scolded him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You can't use that here."

"JJ, there are children here." y/n yanked the pen out of his hand.

"Hey, give it back." JJ frowned standing up reaching for the pen.

"No. I don't trust you with it here." y/n said slipping the pen into her pocket. "You'll get it back when we leave." She pushed him back a little.

"Fine." JJ rolled his eyes sitting back in his chair. "Can I at least get some candy then?"

"What do you want?" y/n asked.

"Sour straws." JJ answered.

"You guys want anything?" y/n asked Pope and Kiara.

"Skittles." Pope answered.

"M&M's, please." Kiara smiled.

"I'll be back." y/n nodded.

"You need me to go with you?" Pope offered standing from his seat.

"I'll be okay, Pope." y/n reassured him.

"What if Rafe sees you alone?" Pope said worried.

"He won't do anything here." y/n shook her head.

"Are you sure?" Pope questioned.

Unbeknownst to them, the said boy had been watching them intently since the moment they had arrived. His eyes never leaving the girl he had been so worried about for the past month. Her hand intertwined with the Heyward boy made his jaw tighten and his darken.

Every since she had left him alone in his truck that night, his mind never stopped spinning with thoughts of her and how she was.

He missed her more than ever. He missed seeing her everyday, he missed the adrenaline of sneaking around with her, he missed her lips the way they felt against his, he missed running his hands all over her body, he missed her eyes that would look up at him from her place on the floor just in front of him.

His eyes took in her full appearance missing getting to admire her all the time. She wore a navy blue bikini top with a pair of distressed denim shorts and the old black vans she always wore. Her hair was wet, she had probably just gotten back from the beach where she was practically everyday with her friends. He couldn't stop his eyes from falling onto her chest. He took a deep breath. God, he missed her, every part of her.

"Fuck, Rafe!" y/n cried out into the mattress. She gripped the sheets helplessly as Rafe ruthlessly fucked her from behind.

"That feel good, princess?" Rafe teased. His grip on her hips were sure to leave marks he would admire later.

"So good." y/n moaned. "So fucking good." She rolled her eyes back as Rafe forcefully slammed his cock into her.

"Who can make you feel this, baby?" Rafe asked pulling her up to his chest. He wrapped one arm her torso while the other stayed on her hip.

"You! Just you, Rafe!" y/n answered through moans. "You make me feel so good, baby."

"That's right." Rafe huffed. "Fuck." He groaned feeling himself getting close.

"I'm so close, Rafe. Wanna cum so bad." She whined only inching Rafe closer and closer to releasing. "Want you to come inside me?"

"Yeah? Want me to fill you up, baby?" Rafe said bringing his hand up to her chest cupping one of her breast and slowly massaging it.

"Yes, please." She gasped throwing her head back giving him access to her neck where he began leaving sloppy kisses.

"Then cum for me, baby." Rafe said.

"Get me the green ones!" JJ called out breaking Rafe out of his daze.

Rafe's eyes darted over to the concession stand where y/n stood in line. He gulped down the rest of his beer, tossing the cup onto the ground.

"Where are you going, man?" Topper called out, but was only ignored.

"Four cokes, green sour straws, M&M's, and skittles, please." y/n smiled at the lady behind the counter.

"I honestly didn't expect you to be here, and I definitely didn't think you'd be stupid enough to bring pogues." Rafe said walking up to her side.

"I hope you're not stupid enough to start a fight." y/n shot back at him not turning her head.

"Well, I guess for you I could behave." Rafe said with a small smirk.

"Wow, thank you. That's very mature of you, Rafe." y/n smiled sarcastically as she handed the lady behind the counter some cash. The lady handed her a dollar back which she dropped into the tip jar before grabbing the snacks and turning to walk back to her seat, but Rafe stepped in front of her making her roll her eyes. "What?"

"Just tell your new little friends to watch themselves." Rafe said.

"What the hell that does mean?" y/n glared up at him.

"I missed you, baby. Wish you would come to your sense and leave those pogues behind." Rafe gave her a cheeky grin.

"Are you high?" y/n tilted her head with an annoyed look.

"Y'know," Rafe chuckled. "I didn't expect you to go for Heyward. I woulda thought it'd be Maybank." He said slowly walking back to Topper and Kelce. "See you later, princess."

"Fuck off." y/n rolled her eyes before walking off. She huffed sitting down in her seat.

"You okay?" Kiara asked as y/n handed them their drinks and candy.

"Yeah, Rafe is just an asshole." y/n shook her head.

"You just figure that out?" JJ teased, chuckling until Kiara gave him a glare. "My bad."

"What did he say?" Pope asked.

"Nothing important." y/n shook her head. "Just ignore him."

y/n looked over her shoulder to see Rafe already watching at her from his spot in the back with Topper and Kelce. He sent her a little smirk making her turn back around.

Truth was, y/n did miss Rafe. No matter what she says or does she still loves him and probably always will. What she had with Rafe was love she had never experienced before and wasn't sure if she would in all honesty. What they had was good. Until it wasn't. And y/n couldn't go back to that Rafe.

#outer banks #obxologies #x reader #obx #outer banks x reader #imagines #jj maybank #rafe cameron #kiara carrera #rafe cameron x female reader #pope heyward x female reader #pope heyward #midnights series #smut

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babeydollx · 30 days

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Just A Dream | Pope Heyward

୨୧ Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of virginity, fluff, a tad angsty.

୨୧ Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Pogue Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, Y/N has the perfect night with Pope but, it turns out that none of it is real.

୨୧ Word Count: 730 words

୨୧ Author's Note: Sorry that I haven't been posting for a hot minute lmao.

You smiled snuggling into Pope’s side as you two watched the sunset on the beach. “This has been the perfect night.” You smiled. “It really has been..” Pope smiled and kissed your head. “I love you y/n” He said softly. “I love you too Pope.” You smiled and looked up at him. Pope stood up and put his hand out. “Come with me, let’s walk along the beach.” He smiled.

“Okay..” You smiled and took his hand then got up following him. The two of you walked along the beach hand in hand. It was nice to finally have some alone time with him, not that you didn’t love the other Pouges also being there, they were like your family, but being with Pope made you feel different. You were truly in love. “You made tonight so perfect..” You said smiling. “No I didn’t.. I mean I tried but.. you being here is what made it perfect.” Pope said.

You giggled and blushed a little. Pope was always throwing cute little compliments your way and you loved it. He knew you had self-esteem issues and issues with the way you looked and he made sure you knew how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. “Well it’s true y/n.. you’re so beautiful.. I don’t know what I would do without you, I don’t know how I survived without you before I met you.” Pope said.

“Honestly.. I don’t know how I made it through without you either..” You smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Pope smiled and stopped then kissed your forehead. You looked up at him with a soft smile and giggled. “You’re so cute..” Pope chuckled and leaned down and kissed you. You smiled. “Well.. it’s getting dark now.. we should head back. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?” He asked.

“Actually..” You thought for a minute. “What is it baby?” Pope asked. “Could I.. stay with you tonight? I mean as long as you’re parent’s wouldn’t mind.” You said looking up at him. “They wouldn’t mind.” He chuckled. “They love having you over there, they think you’re great, and so do I.” He said. “Well thank you.” You smiled with a small chuckle. Pope held your hand and led you to his car then the two of you drove off to his place.

Pope walked in with you. “Mom! Dad! I’m home! I brought y/n with me.” He said. “Welcome back Pope.” His dad walked out of the kitchen. “and Hello y/n.” His dad smiled. “Hey Mr. Heyward.” You smiled. “It’s nice to see you again sweetie.” His mom said. “Nice to see yo both again too.” You smiled. “We’re just going to head upstairs if you need us.” Pope said as he went upstairs, you followed.

You both went into his room and sat down on his bed. “So.. what now?” You asked looking at him. “Well.. maybe we could..” Pope leaned in and kissed you. Giggling you kissed back and you both fell back onto the bed, tangled into each other’s arm kissing. “I- wait..” You said as you stopped him. “What is it baby?” Pope asked. “I- uhm.. I’m still a virgin.” You mumbled. Pope sat there for a moment and you went flushed.

“That’s ok baby, it’s ok to be a virgin.. we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Pope said softly taking your hand in his. “No it’s ok.. I want you..” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Okay.. well at anytime if you want me to stop.. I will.. and I promise to be gentle.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Okay..” You nodded and the two of you began to kiss again.

Then you woke up. You sat up in your bed, in you’re room, Pope was not to be seen. You frowned. “I guess it was all just a dream..” As soon as you said that.. Pope knocked on your window with a smile on his face.

୨୧ Author's Note: Thank you for reading!

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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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princessslutt · 27 days

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heyy, could you do sm with reader who is addict to make up and she buys a new lip plumper and give rafe a kiss, how would he react to the burning feeling ?

you had been begging and begging rafe to go shopping with you today, he promised you after he got all of his work down he would take you out to go shopping.

“rafeyyyy — cmon I’m bored! you’ve been working alllll day” he hadn’t really been working all day, you just really wanted to get out of the house.

“oh yeah, let’s over exaggerate it, princess.” you could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed, and the way his jaw clenched. you huffed and stomped away to lay in your queen sized bed, that he bought you.

you were spoiled, got everything you wanted — anything that you laid your eyes on was yours. so when rafe told you to be patient you had absolutely none of it.

instead of acting like a brat, you decided to be good for rafe and sit still like a good girl.

you must have been waiting for awhile because you had fallen asleep. only to be woken up with rafe carrying you to the car.

“said you wanted to go shopping, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” you got overly excited because you had been wanting a new lip plumper for awhile because you ran out of your favorite one.

when you arrived at the mall, he followed you to the makeup store, arms crossed.

“rafe look! it’s the one i ran out of — can i get it please?” you whined, but how could he say no to you? he nodded his head and just rolled his eyes.

when he takes his card out to pay for the product you wait patiently for him to give it back to you.

you leave the store, practically running to the car to flip down the mirror in the passenger seat and apply it.

it was exactly the same one you had ran out of. the sparkly, the shine it laid on your lips.

rafe just though you were a ray of sunshine, he loved buying you new things.

“thank you rafey — thank you so much!!!” you smile, leaning over the center console and kissing him right on his perky lips.

“sweetheart, why – why is it burning?” you giggle at his words, rolling your eyes and smiling.

“it’s lip plumper silly. it’s supposed to tingle on your lips!” he glares at you, finding it impossible for a lip gloss to do that to your lips.

“never kiss me again with that on your lips.” he starts to drive and shakes his head.

you pout, even though he was just playing.

˚˖𓍢ִ🛍️✧˚.💋୨୧ ⋅˚₊

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bumblesimagines · 21 days

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Big fan of your work. Unsure if you're taking requests, but thought I'd reach out just in case. Keep up the awesome work!

Sarah Cameron

I knew you'd be dating them

how long did it take you to find someone new?

this is a little awkward i have to admit

I knew you'd be dating them

how long did it take you to find someone new?

this is a little awkward i have to admit

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

Requests for series and imagines are closed! I don't really count sentence starter lines as requests since I am asking for em to be sent in!

The rapid, insistent knocking on the front door echoed throughout the house, eliciting a groan from you as you tugged the headphones off your head and stood up from the couch. You headed down the short hall toward the front door and unlocked it, tossing it open without bothering to check the peephole. Your brows immediately furrowed at the group standing on your porch, their faces too familiar and consistent in your life to forget. The Pogues.

"Uh, hey, (Y/N)!" Pope greeted, dropping his curled fist and shoving it in the pocket of his shorts. Your eyes flickered over to JJ, watching him slowly set the small cat statue back in its place with an awkward, sheepish smile. Your gaze moved away from the reckless blonde, trailing over the rest of the Pogues until they settled on Sarah fucking Cameron. She stared back at you with lips drawn in a tight-lipped smile.

"Not interested." You told them and began closing the door, only for Pope to stick his leg in the gap and push back against it. You groaned again and relented, releasing the door and crossing your arms over your chest with a small scowl. Pope smiled innocently and cleared his throat, removing his leg from the doorway and glancing back at his friends. "Ya'll selling Girl Scout cookies or what?"

"No, actually," Pope laughed awkwardly. "We, uh... well, you see-"

"We need something from your great-aunt, (Y/N). Mrs. Crain? We- We were wondering if you could help us get on her property... without... dying... like her husband." Kiara swiftly cut in but her confidence bubbled down tremendously. You raised your brows, lips slowly curling upward into a half-amused half-bitter smile.

"And why the hell would I help a bunch of strangers and my ex-girlfriend?" You questioned and relished in the shocked looks that passed over each of their faces, apart from Sarah, of course. She dipped her head immediately, fingers brushing through her golden locks as she forcibly cleared her throat and tugged her hand free from John B's.

"Well... this is a little awkward I have to admit," JJ muttered, scratching his temple and sucking his teeth. "We, uh, we did not know that."

"Yeah, I figured." You glanced at him before settling your attention on Sarah, lifting a brow at her when she refused to meet your gaze. "How long did it take you to find someone new? After, you know, you cheated on me with Topper Thornton and then broke up with him? To be honest, I knew you'd be dating him eventually. You've always loved a little chaos, haven't you, Sarah?"

Pope glanced back at his friend and pursed his lips before he took a small step to shield her from your scathing glare. "Uhm, well, you two can chat about this later, I guess. Like J said, we didn't know. We just came here for a favor-"

"I know how you idiots work, Heyward. I do this and you'll be coming back whenever it's convenient. Like I said," You grabbed the door handle again and shot them a fake smile, shutting the door right in their faces after uttering, "Not interested."

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rafecameronsslutt · 4 months

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Toxic Possessive! Rafe x Carrera Fem! Reader

↳⇁ You Can't Seem To Escape Toxic a Relationship, With Rafe.

Warnings! Rafe being Aggressive and Possessive Reader wanting to Leave.

You Were Finally able to do good for yourself. Without Rafe knowing You Only Wanted a peaceful life without the constant Thought of Rafe arguing with you over some stupid shit. You hated when he took control of your own life, as in: what you could wear, Where you could go. or who you could talk to you.

Rafe Even hated your friends which were. Pouge's Except for one and that was your sister Kiara Carrera she tried numerus times to help you leave Rafe but what ever you tried to do always failed miserable being caught and trapped in his arms once again for the last time.

You Loved Rafe, But his ways made you want to hide and run away forever but the consequences of that sudden action would cost you maybe even your life if you weren't careful enough the constant bickering of Rafe telling you if you ever try to leave him he would hunt you down if he has to caused you to be slightly afraid and began to overthink a little bit.

but he could be just saying that to make you stay Right? or so you thought. You were hanging out with Kie and Sarah at your place your parents were home they wouldn't be back until summer break was over they left a spear key just in case you and Kie needed anything or for Emergencies.

''were are they boys?' you asked Kie You haven't seen JJ, Pope or John B since earlier today they were out getting snacks and drinks to celebrate summer break with each other while waiting you and the girls decided to take some funny pictures with each other.

'' omg you should def post that!'' Sarah said in an excited Tone. Even when You were dating her brother you didn't really mind Hanging with Sarah she was anything like her brother Rafe it was like you could tell her any and everything.

''I'll be right back guys I'm going to go use the bathroom'' they nodded understanding You took your phone with you just in case mom and dad had called you. You soon felt the vibration of your phone. it was Rafe calling you. with slight hesitation you answered putting the phone on speaker.

"hey baby what's Up?'' you asked as you pretended to fix your hair in the mirror Rafe only started at you with a smirk attached to his face.

''Nothing much, What are you doing?'' You shrugged mentioning how you were hanging out with Sarah and your sister. right along with the others would swing by.

you would see the way you mentioned. Pope, JJ and john B coming over Rafe Didn't like that you would always hang around them he came quite Possessive when you were around them not caring if they were your friends or not.

''Y/n you know I don't like when their around you I want you to come stay with me tonight'' You rolled your eyes this was the night you had free time away from Rafe and you of course wasn't going to let him spoil it nor ruin it for you.

''Rafe no tonight is special and I can't just up and leave them'' Hoping he would at least give in you had pleaded.

''Y/n Don't start with your fucking stubbornness okay do as I asked you to'' his voice stern and deep with command.

"No Rafe I'll Call You when I'm done and then come over right now I wanna enjoy my time with my friends'' With that you didn't give him enough time to respond once you clicked the red button hanging up in his face which you wouldn't suspect would be a problem later on.

once you made it back to the living room you saw that they had started without you.

''there she is our favorite kook'' JJ yelled you gave him a unsatisfactory look of unprovable.

"eww Shut up JJ I rather be with the Pouge's because I Love you guys so much'' Sarah awed as she laid her head on your shoulder.

"says the one dating a kook aka being Sarah's brother'' Pope says smartly causing you to roll your eyes at him directly.

''shut up at least I'm still not a fucking virgin'' JJ and John B snickered trying to hold back a laugh which they failed at.

"okay that's fair'' pope pouted feeling defeated which he was.

A couple of hours had passed, and you couldn't fight the feeling of Rafe Being angry at you You had goosebumps maybe he wouldn't be too made right?

You Knew Rafe hated when you would also disobey him but you couldn't help but wanting to be with your friends and enjoying the laughter of each other it made you feel good inside.

''you guys we should play truth or dare'' Sarah mentioned and suggested you nodded in agreement and amusement. JJ lifted his eyebrows In a questioning manner.

"I'll play only if it's spicy'' John B added Kie simply rolled her eyes but agreed to play anyways because she was only bored.

''I'll go first truth or dare JJ?'' Sarah asked JJ thought for a moment before going a simple Truth.

''alright is it true that you and Kie got down and dirty in Y/n's room'' JJ and Kie both Looked at each other before turning there gaze towards you you looked at both of them disgusted.

"WHAT THE FUCK THAT'S DISGUSTING'' you yelled.

" i promise it was just on the floor and plus my room was flooded and mom and dad were in the house and your room is soundproof'' Kie says.

"says the kook who fucked her boyfriend in the back yard of John B's house'' you flicked JJ off.

"okay Pope Truth or dare'' Pope right away chose dare in his own Amusement because he wasn't a pussy like anyone else or so he would say.

''I dare you to make out with Y/n'' you and pope gasped you were really close friends but you never imagined kissing him before and the same with pope to you. but it was only a dare no feelings attached what so ever.

''are you sure you want to?'' Pope asked wanting your full consent before caring on with the stupid dare. you nodded only wanting to get this over with, Pope scoots closer towards you before grabbing the side of your face attaching his lips with yours.

''THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!'' the sudden sound of your boyfriends deep booming voice echoed causing you to jump and pull away from pope with a harsh shove. you felt the harsh tug of rafe yanking you up dragging you outside to his truck.

"ow Rafe the hell Let me Go!'' you yelled he slams your back against his truck causing you to wince out in pain.

''YOUR SUCH A FUCKING SLUT YOU KNOW THAT, FIRST YOU WANNA HANG UP ON ME TWO DISOBEY ME AND THREE KISS THAT LOW DOWN FUCKING POUGE YOUR THAT FUCKING DICK HUNGRY HUH? Rafe grabs your face squeezing tightly you clawed at his hand as tears peaked from your eyes.

"Rafe Let me Go Your Hurting me!'' You Yelled Out. Rafe didn't even think twice as he continued to yell in your face.

''WHEN WE GET HOME YOUR FUCKING OVER DO YOU UNDERSTANND ME THIS WILL BE THE FINALE TIME YOU FUCKING FUCK ME OVER!' Rafe then opens the truck door roughly shoving you inside. without even saying anything to your sister or your friends guess you would have to text kie later. because Rafe wasn't gonna let you out of his sight.

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inlovewithpandora · 1 month

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Outer Banks Masterlist ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

ᥫ᭡ — Welcome to my Outer Banks Playlist! // All fics are marked with genre keys. Before deciding to read a fic please read warnings/content labels carefully before continuing further, you're responsible for what you choose to consume. smut is recommended for users over the age of seventeen.

ᝰ Newest Release — Ass Obsession ft. Rafe Cameron

ᝰ Last Updated — March 21st 2024

・John Booker Routelege

・JJ Maybank

・Kiara Carrera

・Pope Heyward

・Sarah Cameron

・Rafe Cameron

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maybankswife · 2 months

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Falling for him part 1

JJ Maybank x Fem Kook Reader

slight Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook Reader

Summary-

You and Sarah have been best friends for years, but soon its all about to change.

Warnings-

Swearing, mentions of weed, unedited work

A/N:

Just letting you guys know,

F/L/Y/N stands for the First letter of your name, so when I was talking about the necklaces this is what I meant, I completely forgot to put the meaning of it when I posted earlier!!!

“Workers of the world unite!” JJ yelled out from across the party, his arm up in the air and his hand wrapped around his wrist.

You turned around, your long navy-blue dress flowed freely. Your hair was put up in a y2k styled half up half down, your body was laced with gold jewelry dangling on your flesh. You could see Kiara and Pope running out of midsummers, met with JJ and John B. You watched, and had no idea what was going, you made your way over to your best friend Sarah. You saw her, watching in awe as the Pogues departed from midsummers.

“What’s going on?” you asked her, she lifted an eyebrow at you. confusion painted on her face.

“I don’t know Y/N” she said, she sounding annoyed. You scoffed at her. You knew she had gone to the mainland with John B a few days ago, why was she lying to you about it?

“Stop lying Sarah, you went to Charleston with John B a few days ago” you had to yell over the loud music, and overlining conversations. She grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you to a quieter spot, further away from the hustle of the party.

“Why does it matter?” she asked you, crossing her arms and leaning up against a pillar.

“It doesn’t” you shouted back, “I just want to know what’s going on” you sighed, you hadn’t spoken to Sarah the whole party, and she had been avoiding you and not answering your text messages.

“Do you promise to not get mad?” she questioned you again, you looked at her. Your eyes met hers, she looked anxious to say whatever it was that was about to fall out of her mouth. You nodded and waited for her response.

“I went to the mainland to help John B with something” she cleared her throat “and we may or may not have kissed” her arms dropped to her side, she looked relived that she was able to say that out loud.

“Wait what!?” You replied in shock with what you just heard.

“What about Topper?” you continued, she looked up at you giving you a gentle look.

“I’m going to break up with him, tomorrow” she explained, standing up straight and dusting her dress off.

“Okay… So are you friends with the pogues now” you lifted an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes at you. Sarah, you, and Kiara used to be best friends, a trio, but she abandoned you guys for the group of boys.

“I don’t know, depends on how things go I guess” she shrugged, you waked towards her and wrapped you arm around the back of her neck and walked together back to the party.

1:47 AM

Your phone started buzzing on your bedside table, it woke you up. You rolled over and unplugged your phone from the charger.

Sarah Cam incoming phone call

You answered the call

“Hello?” Sarah said on the other line, she sounded distressed.

“What’s going on” you replied, sitting up in your bed.

“John B fell from the hawk’s nest, Topper shoved him” you could hear someone shouting in the background, it sounded like JJ.

“Oh my god Sarah what happened!” you pulled the covers off of you and stood up, pacing around the room.

“John B can you open your eyes?” Sarah pleaded with him, it was muffled.

“Pope hurry!”

wait, was that Kiara?

“Sarah what the hell is going on? Do you need help?” you called out, you heard her pick up the phone.

“I need to go Y/N” she hung up the phone. What the fuck just happened.

You ran over to your dresser and slipped on a light blue summer dress and your white converse. You snuck out of your house and grabbed the keys to your car. You got in and drove straight to the hawk’s nest.

You pulled up to the gravel parking space and saw the infamous twinkie. You switched off your car and got out. You walked over to the twinkie, it reeked of weed and sweat. Your nose twitched at the smell of it. But the twinkie being here meant they were still here too. You ran in the direction of the hawk’s nest, once you were close enough you could here the Pogues and Sarah arguing over what to do. You walked up behind them and pushed in front of JJ and Kiara to get to Sarah.

“What the fuck happened Sarah” she looked up at you, here eyes red and tear-stained cheeks. John B was unconscious on the grass next to her.

“Look who we have here, [Name] Palmer” JJ called out, a smirk drawn on his lips. You turned around giving him a petty smile.

“What are you doing here Y/N” Kiara questioned. You moved your focus from JJ to her.

“I could ask you the same question” you replied slyly, and turning back around to Sarah, she was placing small kisses on John Bs lips, gentle and tender. You could hear ambulance sirens getting closer and closer to the hawk’s nest.

Once the ambulance arrived, Sarah was the one that went with John B. As for you and the Pogues you made you way back to the carpark. “So, what’s a princess like yourself doing here” JJ teased, a smile on his face from ear to ear. You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms and standing up against your car door. The way the pet name rolled of his tongue like it was normal, was abnormal. You’ve only ever spoken to JJ at parties when he’s drunk and has tried to hit you up.

“I got a call from my friend, I came to help her” you responded, JJ was getting closer to you, inch by inch he towered over you. he looked down at you, your knees felt weak under your body threatening to cave in at any moment.

“Hmm” he hummed, looking you up and down “you sure you’re not here to see me” he leaned in closer, you could smell the weed on him, his clothes reeked of it. You lifted your arm and pushed him back.

“Nope.” You answer back, his face was so cocky he knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well. You turned around and opened your car door.

“You know where to find me” he raised his arm and pointed a finger at you, winking. You scoffed and scooted into your seat, slamming the car door shut. Within a matter of seconds, you had driven off, only leaving a trail of lifted dust behind you.

You arrived home just after 3:00 AM, exhausted. Going through your front door was difficult, especially because your dog Oakley’s bed was just up the hallway. You opted for the good old window entrance, you walked around the side of your house locating your bedroom window hidden amongst overgrown vines, various plants, and flowers. Slid it open, one foot in, followed by the other. Finally, home. You shut the window, leaning over the daybed that sits in front of your window. You walked over to the pajamas that you were wearing earlier, you had left them on the floor. You kicked off your Converse and glided out of your blue dress exposing your naked body. Pulling the satin shirt over and pulling the satin shorts up. You were ready to sleep, you retied your hair into a loose messy bun and jumped into bed.

It’s been a few days since the John B falling off of the hawk’s nest incident, you haven’t really spoken to Sarah since she’s been ghosting you for the past few days; not replying to your texts, ignoring your calls and she hasn’t been at her house every time you went to check. This is the last time you were going to message her, she better have a reasonable explanation as to why she has been ghosting you.

“Sarah wtf y have u been ghosting me?” sent.

You watched the message go through. So, she hasn’t blocked you…

‘Read’ popped up underneath your message. Great.

The typing bubble appeared.

“I’m so sorry Y/N/N John B thought it would be funny to keep me and Kiara on a boat in the middle of the marsh”

Oh. She’s been hanging out with them.

“what? You’ve been ghosting me 4 them” sent.

“come to the chateau right now”

Seriously? Your being dragged to the that shit hole, you turned your phone off and went up to your room. You searched your dresser for the perfect outfit, for some reason you felt like impressing them.

You fished out a white bikini, an orange cropped tank top with a cute graphic on it, short denim shorts and your navy-blue converse. You changed into it, hopping it would be up to “Pogue standards”. Or maybe just “JJs standards”… you put on your necklace stack, of 2 gold chains one with a sun charm that is incrusted with diamonds, and the second with a F/L/Y/N charm. You grabbed your Pura Vida bracelet stack and slid it onto your wrists, followed by your ring stacks for both hands. Lastly gold hoops to wrap everything up. A roll of your favourite coconut scented deodorant, a lot of spray of your favourite summery perfume, along with the body spray you use on top of it.

You rushed out of your room, running into the living room where your mum was,

“Hey mum, I’m heading out with Sarah” you had to lie, because the number of times your parents have complained about the pogues, specifically JJ, your mum would kill you if she knew where you were actually going. You tucked your hair behind your ear, waiting for a response. Your mum, who was sat on the couch looked up at you with a gentle smile and her glasses resting further down on her nose than what they should be.

“Sure, thing sweetie, be safe” your mum replied, she always said yes as long as you were with Sarah. You ran over to her, giving her a tight squeeze,

“Thank you!” you praised, letting go of her and speed walking into the hallway. On your entry table there was a decorative bowl that held your car keys in it, but instead of going by car you decided to take your bike. You walked out the front door and over to the garage where the bikes are stored. You opened the door and walked in, being wafted with the smell of petrol, paint, and rubber. You walked over to your bike, its white, and has a lil basket on the front of it. Perfect. You knew where the chateau is because of the few parties you’ve been to there, so you steered your bike out of the garage and got on and started pedalling.

You’ve been riding for 5 minutes, still 20 more minuets till you can get there. You reached into the basket and grabbed out your phone, shuffling your summer playlist and the song “Megaton Mile” by Local Natives started playing. You turned it up, almost full volume and chucked your phone back into the basket. The song was playing at midsummers the other night, you actually requested it because it is one of your favourite gems. You continued riding, letting your hair fly in the salty wind, small beads of sweat falling from your forehead because of the humidity, and breathing in the fresh air. Its been awhile since you’ve ridden your bike around the OBX and it feels just as euphoric, if not more than the last time you had.

You were getting close to the bridge that connects the Kook side of the Island to the Pogues. The song “Boys don’t Cry” by The Cure was playing. A large rev of an engine startled you, you looked behind you to see who it was, but your bike went off the pavement causing you to fall off.

“Fuck!” you cursed out, lying on the grass of someone’s lawn. You were on your side, leaning on your elbow, your hair has fallen over your face and over your shoulder. You rolled over, putting yourself in a sitting position with your legs stretched out. Pushing your hair back, you see a familiar car pull up next to you.

The window of the car rolls down, and a familiar face sticks his head out the window. It's Rafe, Sarah's brother. He has always had a thing for you, but you have never fallen for him, he’s just not your type plus he’s your best friend’s brother. His cocky laugh belched out,

“No way I just saw that” he called out from the car, he was looking dead at you, no sign of sympathy on his face.

“Seriously Rafe, fuck you” you spat back at him, pulling your elbow up and seeing a large gash on it, already pooling with blood. You looked down at your knees, they are also scuffed up, stinging like hell and bleeding too.

“Calm down, your fine” he teases back at you, getting out of his Range Rover. He walks over to you, and offers you, his hand. You look up at him through your lashes, he was still smiling, thinking this was funny. You were covered in mud now. You grabbed his hand, tightening your grip on his hand you pulled him down onto the grass with you. You stood up quickly and looked down at him now on the ground.

“What is wrong with you!” he shouted at you, tensing his jaw.

“Calm down, your fine” you respond, giggling at the look on his face. He scoffed at you and stayed on the floor. Probably to humbled to move. You walked over to your phone which had flew out of your basket when you fell off, luckily it had landed on the grass and not the concrete. You picked it up the song “Time to Pretend” by MGMT has just started playing. You lifted your bike up and put your phone back in the basket, and pedalled away, leaving Rafe behind.

Finally, you had arrived at the Chateau. You rode your bike all the way up to the front porch, you got off and grabbed your phone. You walked up to the door, knocking on it. You could hear a muffle of voices conversating, and a few heavy footsteps made their way over to the door. Your heart beating faster every time they took a step closer. The wooden door swung open, John B standing in front of you,

“Hey” you sighed, wiping sweat off your forehead. He had a blue cast on his wrist and was alive so that’s a good thing.

“Uh... hey” he croaked out, standing sideways and gesturing for you to come in, “Uhm, come in” he continued.

“Thanks” you responded, walking past John B and into the house. The walls were covered in photos of John B and his dad, as well as a ton of baby photos of him and JJ. You looked around, floor to celling made out of wood, it was cozy. Sarah turned around the corner, a relieved look on her face when she saw you in the hallway.

“Oh my god I was so scared you weren’t coming!” She sped walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you. you groaned because your back was aching from flying off your bike earlier. You wrapped your arm around her, and just as you did, she let go of you. John B was standing behind you,

“Okay let’s go sit with everyone” he cleared his throat, putting his hand on your shoulder almost pushing you forward. Sarah grabbed onto your hand, leading you to the back porch where Kiara, Pope and JJ are sitting.

“So, first Sarah, now Y/N? seriously John B, you may as well invite Rafe over too” Kiara sneered out, looking at you up and down you gave her a bitchy smile. Sarah sat down on a couch, next to John B, the only other spot was next to JJ who was sharing a couch with Pope.

“JJ move over” you instructed, he looked up at you with an amused look. You rolled your eyes. He moved over slightly still leaving barely any room for you, but if you were becoming a ‘Pogue’ you may as well get used to it. You squeezed in next to JJ, in between him and the couches arm rest. There was plenty of room for him to move closer to pope, but nope he was refusing to budge any further.

“Okay now that Y/N is here, we need to catch her up on what’s been going on” Sarah said, looking over at John B for validation in what she just said.

“Uhm… yep, okay. So, Sarah helped me into the archives in Charleston, there we found a letter from Denmark Tanny, a slave, a local landowner, and a sole survivor of the Royal Merchant” your eyes widened, now you’re interested.

“He wrote a letter to his son, Robert in a lost Creole language, Gullah. I took this letter to my history teacher Mr Sunn, who translated the letter. Denmark Tanny saved the gold from the Royal Merchant and brought it ashore, using it to buy his freedom Tanny Hill plantation, in other words Sarahs home, and used it to buy the freedom of other slaves. He wrote the letter to his son on the day he was hung, in a secret language that only they know, telling him where to find the gold. Harvest the wheat, in Parcel 9, near the water. Wheat is code for ‘gold’. Then Sarah gave me an original survey map of Parcel 9 and Tanny Hill at the Hawks Nest, and I got pushed off by topper. Then we made Sarah and Kie stay on a boat together to figure out their differences, and now we are here.” John B finished off, it felt like he was talking forever.

Falling for him part 2

#jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #female #outer banks #rafe cameron #the pogues #obx #john b routledge #sarah cameron #jj mayback imagine #pope heyward #obx fanfiction

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cxsmiclore · 1 month

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outer banks is officially open for requests!

i'm so excited to be officially writing for this fandom and currently accepting requests for: john b, jj maybank, kiara carrera, pope heyward, sarah cameron + rafe cameron.

if anyone has any ideas for these characters please feel free to send them in! if you ever need help coming up with ideas you can always read my rules and see what tropes and topics I write for (and to see what I don’t write). i can’t wait to see your requests!

send requests here : rules here!

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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SARAH CAMERON — spring prompts 🦋

A/N: there probably won’t be much more OBX content from me this time around so 🥂✌🏽 ! + this one includes lots of symbolism.

Using prompts from this list + numbers 1.) collecting flowers & 26.) riding the bike to the bakery in the morning

+ first gif belongs to @ofherscarlettwitchways and I can’t seem to locate who created the second one since I use google to search for gifs. I always stand by the fact that the gif search up here is lackluster for what I’m usually going for. If the second belongs to you please let me know. Just know, they do not belong to me!

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One minute, she’s holding his hand, he’s got stars in his eyes whenever he’s gazing down at her and she’s leaning into his embrace at a good ol’ kook kickback, then those short moments…lead to him trying to burn her alive.

That was just a quick glimpse into the treacherous relationship of Sarah Cameron and Topper Thornton. Maribelle “Mari” Ingram saw it all and although she hasn’t been in the Outerbanks from the very beginning (arriving here from Philly at thirteen years of age; starting high school a few months after her fourteenth birthday) she quickly learned how those two liked to operate.

It was all supposed to be sweet, their relationship, a classic tale of what the “American dream” looked like that it made Mari physically ill to think about. Those two were going to be each other’s everything—on paper. They looked good together, sounded good together, both coming from wealthy families and excelled on the superficial exterior part; even when Topper went off to college and got a degree and if he and Sarah lost touch, he’d still find a way to make her his wife.

Yet he would always be her last option. Topper would always love Sarah more than she ever loved him and this he knew but all that mattered is the fact that she would say yes to being his wife. However they wouldn’t truly be happy, it would always be for show and Sarah would always be searching for something else.

At the end of the day, Sarah Cameron wanted Maribelle Ingram around all the time. Topper was plan b and Mari knew she wasn’t that. Although she was starting to focus more on what her relationship with Sarah really entailed, she was sure that she wasn’t disposable in Sarah’s eyes.

Her fingers are sticky as she peels into a pomegranate, positive the sheets had specs of magenta on them now as she was stuck in a daze staring out the bedroom window. Mari had a lot on her mind, the mere thought that “loving” someone can amount in destruction didn’t make sense to her. That couldn’t be love, Topper did not love Sarah the way that she could.

She was convinced.

Not after Topper thinking that it was justified to set fire to the Château with actual people inside of it! Regardless it was obstruction of someone’s property and if Mari didn’t make it there on time…she wasn’t sure if any of the pogues would still be alive.

And that didn’t sit well with her.

Nothing she spewed at Topper’s truck was enough to get him to stop and realize what he had done or even running over her foot…he was a lost cause when it came to Sarah. Mari almost pitied him but honestly…what did that say about her?

She never denied being friends with Sarah like the shady girls like to do on this side of town. Mari felt like she maybe one of Sarah’s only true friends (from the other side) in this damn town but she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t hard at times. Mari tried not to count the slow-burn of feelings that was developing inside but Sarah was complicated, she wasn’t perfect like her brother liked to argue because everyone in this town had their own shit about them but liked to bury it away with their carelessness.

Things were constantly swept under the rug in the Outerbanks.

“petal for your thoughts?” Sarah spoke, plopping back onto the unmade bed after exiting from the bathroom and dressed for the day.

It was early and Mari was unsure how long she’s been awake. The morning started as a blur and she couldn’t recall when she even exited her bed to get this fruit for breakfast. She wasn’t sure if JJ and John B were even upstairs, she just knew that the morning was quiet on the dock and she felt disbelief that this was all happening.

Here Sarah was, lounged over her bed on her elbows, dressed in a floral scooped romper, bare-faced and scrubbed clean from soot, hair pulled back into a low-ponytail with two blonde streaks framing her round face; while holding out a two-tone pink and white carnation petal that she probably plucked from Mari’s mom’s bouquet.

The juice dripped from her fingers, making Mari snap out of it as she brought the sides of her fingers up to her lips to dry the pomegranate off.

Sarah blinks, expectant as she twirls the petal closer to Mari’s eyes. Mari let’s out a small huff of laughter as a sticky hand takes the petal to rest on her white sheets.

“Besides the fact that my foot might be broken and my dad’s gonna have a field day talking to Topper’s old man about it? Not thinking much else…or at least trying not to.” Mari finally spoke as Sarah perked up in concern.

Mari’s father was a famous plastic surgeon who worked on some celebrities and influencers you’re probably obsessed with. He originally went to school for orthopedics but was proven stronger in plastic surgery, so most of his time was spent in California. He didn’t enjoy the idea of owning a home in the Outerbanks even for a vacation home but with a attorney for a wife/mother, you learn to pick your battles wisely.

It wasn’t a easy task looking for homes since Mari’s mother was extremely picky and always busy. In a way she left the idea up to thirteen year old Mari who settled on a houseboat, which needed lots of TLC from its flamingo pink and sea green exterior to its modern flare it has now. The couple were hardly ever in the OBX so Mari was usually here alone with two bedrooms that she left open for Sarah’s chaotic friends.

“Let me see,” Sarah gripped at the covers, ready to pry them off.

Mari knew this would just upset Sarah but there was no point in hiding this. She would eventually get around to seeing it so Mari let out a sigh, scooting back against the headboard.

The curly haired girl waved her hand about as she went back to snacking on the red fruit, “have at it and please try to contain yourself, Sarah.”

“Yeah, yeah.” That fell on short ears as Sarah carefully yanked the duvet back analyzing Mari’s foot, “Holy shit! We need to go to urgent care, like right now. It’s not supposed to look like that!”

Mari exhaled as she rested her head back, “of course you ignored everything I just said. We can’t go to urgent care because one of the ladies there, who’s friends with my dad, Bev, will just report back to him. She known for telling everyone’s business!”

“Mari! Hello! Your foot is huge!” Sarah scoffed.

“I know! Which is why I have it elevated. It’s not my first rodeo, I’ve broken a few bones in my day and know what to do. Got crutches in my closet, a boot, a wrap in the bathroom cabinet, and packs of ice in the fridge. I’ll survive—

“I’m sorry but topper shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this…especially since he…decided to attack me. No one else should have been in the crossfire, this is all my fault.” Sarah lightly gripped Mari’s ankle, feeling her eyes burn with tears.

“Hey,” Mari fought to get Sarah’s attention with her eyes, “whatever happened between you two shouldn’t excuse attempted murder and inflicting harm on a bystander. Karma will catch up to his ass real soon.”

“No…you don’t get it.” Sarah dropped her head, “he had a good reason.”

Mari felt her brows furrowing a bit, “what do you mean?”

“I got him involved in getting the cross back…which is insane because Pope didn’t even bother getting you involved and here I go getting my ex roped into this.” Sarah began to ramble, “and there’s been some flirting which I may have taken advantage of and I got him not to press charges on John b just to convince him that I’d choose him and meet up with him later that night…just to be with John b instead.”

Mari felt the tension growing in her forehead. She wasn’t completely clueless to what was going on with the pogues but she also wasn’t involved in what they had going on. Queen of minding her business! She was on the sidelines when it came to their everlasting search of treasure and watching Sarah find a sense of belonging with kids from the other side…Mari wasn’t sure if part of it had to do with Sarah’s spontaneous need for trying something new at first or if she really found her people (she believed it turned it into the second one) but this was true…Pope didn’t involve Mari in his family’s legacy. Which she didn’t mind! Mari was aware about the history since she considered Pope a friend, they both received scholarships to attend university early—well somewhat early for Mari since she was a senior and Pope a junior. Plus her mother was good friends with Pope’s mom. The Ingram’s were originally from Philly and are considered Kooks, yet they didn’t give much of a shit when it came to the classist “rules” the Outerbanks liked to follow.

If people were genuine with them, they received it back. The Heyward’s were good people in the Ingram’s book.

“So Topper turned into a pyro because you chose to spend your time with the pogues instead of sticking with the snobs? This isn’t anything new.”

“…John b and I also were about to—

Mari’s eyes were sharp on Sarah’s face then. She didn’t need to finish the rest of the sentence as Sarah almost looked away in shame. Like Mari would judge her after revealing her actions. Mari didn’t know that there was something going on between Sarah and John B, she’s only told Mari that she thought John B was cute…and sure there was the whole being presumed dead with him out in the sea and then going missing again for a month, with the rest of the pogues but never did Mari assume that they were more than platonic.

“Do you have feelings for him?” Mari felt a lump in her throat, “…That’s why John b socked Topper in the face…now it’s making sense.”

“I know, I know, I should have told you but I never thought things would get this far! I never thought topper would do something like this or even John b…beating him like that. I thought he was going to kill him…just for Topper to turn around and try to do the same thing to us.” Sarah wiped at her nose, “you’re my best friend and I don’t ever want you getting hurt because of me.”

“Are you and John b…dating?” Mari repeated, not really wanting to hear the rest. She didn’t want to explode, didn’t have the energy but that was the one thing she wanted to know.

Sarah lifted her shoulders, “I don’t know. It was more of a spur of the moment type of thing. We were about to go that route but the house starting smoking. It wouldn’t have meant anything, that I’m sure of. I just hate that I hurt Topper.”

This was the part where Mari knew being Sarah’s friend was hard. She didn’t particularly care for Topper as a person and not just for the fact that he almost didn’t have a backbone and felt like he was bigger than he actually was but also…he got to be where Mari wanted to be romantically but at least reciprocated. She was sure that he was hurt by sarah’s choices but it’s that saying, “you lose ‘em how you get them.”

Denny says hi!

So why did Topper feel like it was different when it came to Sarah? Did he genuinely feel like they were soulmates? There was no need to place the entire blame on him but you also need to learn how to quit after awhile. Mari’s mostly been in the dark but it was starting to feel as if this was a slap in the face to have Sarah here. To have John B, here. What was Mari doing? Was she also just as foolish? Yes she opened up her home because Sarah didn’t have a place to really go, she seriously did not want to be in that suffocating apartment her father purchased for her and she simply didn’t want to be reminded of anything that had to do with her father but Sarah usually never left Mari out of the equation.

Why now?

Was it better to know?

Mari didn’t like being blindsided but she preferred a nice synopsis every now and then, especially when it came to Sarah.

“What happens if Topper decides to take matters into his own hands again? I can’t tell you that I’ll take another broken bone so easy.”

Sarah swallowed as their gaze met, holding each other’s stare. she was aware that there is only so much you can push someone before it all became too much and that means herself included.

“He’s not Rafe but he’s also not who I thought I knew either and I don’t want anything else to do with him, I promise. You don’t have to worry about that.” Sarah strongly stated, making sure that Mari knew she meant what she said.

Mari took a deep inhale as she plucked the carnation in between her pomegranate stained fingers, just to place in between her curls and ear, “in that case…I say we take a breather for the day.”

“Which means…what exactly?” A small smile was playing on Sarah’s lips.

“Hopefully JJ didn’t steal your bike…otherwise it’s going to be a painful ride down to the bakery.”

She may have or may not have gotten her car privileges revoked a few months ago…don’t ask.

Sarah pushed off the bed, “oh, he better not! Last time I let him borrow my bike, not only did he almost break the basket part but he didn’t put the seat back to my height. If his thief hands touched my girl, I’ll have to kick his butt. JJ?!”

Mari laughed to herself as Sarah spun around, almost tossing Mari’s bedroom door back as Sarah called out for the blond.

No more questions were asked as the two girls rode through the orange hues and salty water town. Sarah was taking the lead with tinted shades while a much taller Mari held on with a booted foot. Smiles were on their faces as the spring air whipped their contrast hair textures behind them, providing a light massage and easing their worries away as they rode through the active town together.

Mari’s taller but she’s leaning on Sarah since she couldn’t bring her crutch. Little does she know, after the bakery they were definitely going to the urgent care up the road but for now? They’ll just be two giggling messes as they enter, “Blissful Bites Bakery,” greeted by warm grins and patience.

Mari gets the raspberry lemon loaf and Sarah gets the apple pie cookie that’s almost the size of Mari’s swollen foot, while getting talked into purchasing the vanilla lavender smoothie for them to share on the go.

They soon find themselves, heads pressed against each other’s on the ground in the small meadow, with Sarah’s almond eyes peering up at the rising sky with a butterfly fluttering by and Mari with her eyes closed shut and golden skin warmed by the sun. They’re exchanging the smoothie back and forth, leaving Sarah to be in thought while Mari put her brain on mute.

Until…

Sarah rolls onto her belly, taking a sip as she stares down at how pretty and in peace Mari looks. Sarah aspires to have that energy someday but this moment will do.

“I love you, you know?”

That got Mari to pop her round brown eyes open, not knowing if now was the time for official feelings to be confessed.

“I love you too,” Mari softly smiled up at Sarah who hovered above her, almost making Mari forget how to breathe until Sarah handed the smoothie over for her turn.

Mari took the lightly sweet beverage as Sarah hopped to her feet and began jogging and spinning around, arms wide open in joy with Mari’s borrowed blue shades in her hand. The sun-rays shielded Mari’s sight briefly, her own shades buried in her thick hair as she watched her Sarah—her friend become one with the open field.

This is how she always wanted to see Sarah, without the stress this island liked to bring. So Mari cheered her on, lounging on the prickly scallion green grass, deeply in love with the girl who always gave her her flowers for her own keepsake.

Yet Sarah Cameron was the most abiding one.

The hotel room is stuffy and yellow and Sarah’s just finished her j, which means she’ll be leaving soon. The weight of her reminded Mari of old times, how they never had an issue leaning on each other for anything.

“I’ll be heading out to New York next weekend.” Sarah started as she sat on the edge of the bed, blanket wrapped around her chest, “you should come. I’ll even buy your ticket this time.”

Which Sarah knew Mari didn’t need her to do but it was always the gesture that Sarah continuously wanted Mari around.

Mari hums at this, “is this a business trip for you or Topper?”

“Both.”

“Doesn’t he get more agitated when it comes to his work…are you sure it’s the best idea for me to be there when you told me he’s been stressed over this next project?” Mari fought back a yawn.

Topper Thornton became quite the successful architect at just twenty-seven so it only made sense that he had a lot on his shoulders, including his wife still messing around with her “best-friend” from their teenage years. However this also didn’t stop him trying to get back at Sarah by having weekly dinner dates with his women employees and a certain ex.

“You’re always in New York with your screenwriting so what’s another trip back?” Sarah glanced over her shoulder at the dark haired woman.

Mari lived in Oregon but was consistently in New York when her scripts slowly began to take off. Between writing scripts and screenplays, pitching them to publishers and being contacted by directors to make them a motion-picture to having a balance of a slow personal life and a…conflicting love-life at twenty-six was a whole lot.

“I’m on break,” Mari rested on her back, which was true, she was on hiatus after her latest success and New York was much different than Oregon, “and summers in New York with a raging prick hovering over our backs is not how I want to spend it.”

“He’ll only be there on Friday and then he’ll be staying at his grandfather’s estate in Connecticut. He won’t be around.” Sarah had the answer for everything as she gathered her hair into a claw-clip, “Come on, it’ll be fun and we can hang out in Coney Island or go to Philly or look at properties in Rhode Island…I mean I did come all this way to this walking twilight film.”

Mari couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, remembering how Sarah was all snorts and throwing jokes while being honestly? confused on why Mari picked Oregon to live full-time. She transferred to a school out in California much to her parents’ happiness and still chose Oregon in the end. It was far enough away from North Carolina and part of Sarah wondered if that means getting away from her too.

This has been going on long enough but Sarah never got tired of Mari. Perhaps that’s what love truly looks like but the longer she stared at Mari, she noticed nine years can change your perspective on someone you care about. It slowly felt like she was pulling teeth to get Mari to just be in their relationship. To be present.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Oh, will you?” Sarah exasperated.

Mari blinked, “I’ve got a week to decide don’t I?”

Sarah crinkled her nose, pushed off the bed, taking the sheets right with her and leaving Mari bare and cool—Sarah always preferred ice cold hotel rooms, “Fine.”

The bathroom door clicked harshly behind her as Mari sighed to herself. A knock on the door sounded not long after, making Mari scramble for any article of clothing. Finding a complimentary robe tossed on one of the chairs, she slips into it before padding to the hotel door.

“For you Ms.” The bellhop held out the bouquet of white carnations, orange roses, Peruvian lilies and baby’s breath.

Mari smiled at the man in thanks before motioning for him to hold on as she retrieved his tip, wishing him a good day, before closing the door behind him. She opened up the blinds allowing the morning sun to shine through the room before she turned her attention back to the flowers, already knowing who they’re from:

To my petal, forever and always ♡— S.C.

Mari picks up the white carnation, climbs back into the bed, curls up on her side twirling the flower as the shower steams from the bathroom. Things were much simpler back then when feelings weren’t attached—Mari almost forgot what that was like with Sarah and Mari facing each other, a laughing mess with a daisy in Sarah’s hair and a carnation in her’s, holding onto each other faces and squishing each other’s cheeks together before breaking out into a dancing fit in the middle of her bedroom.

Maribelle Ingram knew she would always love Sarah for all that she is but they were twenty-five and twenty-six now, older now and should know better. They were each other’s best friends above it all, before they locked lips with wonder and nervousness and before Sarah settled for Topper.

So Mari rather pretend they were sixteen and seventeen again, held up in her bedroom screaming lyrics to Cardi B and Bebe Rexha songs with their only concerns being which song should play next.

Now it was who should fly out to continue this routine. Mari didn’t want to give up, she knew that’s how Sarah would view this thanks to her own trauma but what Sarah wouldn’t realize is that—she had to find her freedom within herself and not only in someone else.

It was time.

Mari would always be there, just with distance now for the sake of her own heart…she just couldn’t continue being the only source of Sarah’s freedom.

Once Sarah gathered her thoughts after a lengthy shower, with damp skin and towel wrapped hair, she expected to find Mari still waiting on her. However the hotel room was left empty except for the Peruvian Lillie’s.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

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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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obxologies · 5 months

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obxologies' request guide

BLUE DREAM. send me a concept + a character/celebrity and i'll write a oneshot/blurb for it

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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Headcanon:

What the Pogues do for you on Valentine's day

Request: Yes or No

Happy Valentine's Day!

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JJ Maybank

JJ is broke. Extremely broke. Any money he has is either from minor work, stolen, or graciously given to him. And this money is typically used for shinenagans or gas money.

But, with you in his life and Valentine's day creeping up, he begins planning.

JJ starts looking for work, typically work he can get over with quickly but make money easily. He mows lawns, helps out at Heyward's Seafood and is even given a temporary job as waiter at The Wreck (many thanks to Kie for landing him that job).

And with the money he'd been able to earn- and some help from friends- he conjured up a fun little date.

"Babe!" You flinched, the sleep being shocked out of your body as you whirled around to look at the front door. You snorted upon hearing a drawled out 'babe' from JJ, glancing back at the toaster before walking toward the front door.

"It's a little early for you, J." You chuckled. When the door swung open, you were greeted by a bouquet of flowers. JJ lowered the bouquet, eyes peeking over the flowers.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby." JJ cooed, stepping inside the house and handing bouquet over to you.

"J.." You looked over the flowers, bottom lip sticking out as you looked back at him. JJ turned his cheek to you expectantly and you giggled as you leaned in to peck him.

"Do I get a gift?" He asked suggestively, grinning when you rolled your eyes. Setting the bouquet aside, you walked to your room and retrieved the gift you'd gotten for him, heading back to him and taking the bracelet out of the small box.

"Here, J." You smiled, taking his arm and slipping the bracelet down his hand. JJ inspected the bracelet, smiling widely when he noticed both his initials and yours on the bracelet. His eyes flickered back up to you and he reached out, cupping your cheek and leaning in to press his lips against yours.

Pulling back, JJ extended his arms outward. "Prepare yourself, babe. I've got a whole day planned for us! We're gonna go watch some movies and then blast some music at the beach with some pizza and beer."

"You thought of that all by yourself?" You asked teasingly.

"Might've had a little help." JJ shrugged, sheepishly scratching the side of his neck.

Laughing softly, you wrapped your arms around his waist, giving his lips a small peck. "I love you, J."

"I love you more, (N/N)."

John B. Routledge

This idiot definitely forgot it was the month of love until Kie asked him what he planned on doing. When the look of confusion followed by panic washed over his features, his dear friend sighed and told him to get in the van.

With some help- and a lot of scolding- John B had been able to buy some things, clean up his place and get it ready for the next day.

And honestly, you hadn't expected much from him.

Arriving at The Chateau, you raised a brow at the lack of pogues around. You couldn't heard the voice of your friends, even as you hopped off your bike and walked closer. With suspicions rising, you leaned your bike against the side of the house and headed in, immediately noticing the lack of things laying around.

"Happy Valentine's Day, babe!" Your eyes shot up and you took in your boyfriend. He had obviously cleaned up, hair looking rather luscious and vibrant. He wore nicer clothes and appeared rather nervous.

"You remembered?" You raised your brows and walked further into the house, entering the kitchen and noticing the food on the table with a candle between.

"Of course!" John B smiled, walking closer and pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "We're gonna have a romantic candlelit dinner- well, lunch. Then, we'll meet up with the others."

Humming, you smiled and turned toward him, giving him a well-deserved kiss. John B smiled into it, arms slithering around you and pulling you closer.

Pope Heyward

As soon as January starts coming to an end, Pope starts planning. He is ready for Valentine's day. He barely needs help from the others, apart from making sure you didn't suspect anything big.

Unlike the other two guys, he doesn't immediately surprise you in the morning or afternoon. He gives you a rose and a sweet kiss, being more affectionate than usual as you spend the day with the others.

Until the day slowly starts coming to an end and Pope leaves with the excuse of his dad needing him. Your disappointment at his departure is short-lived, finding yourself blindfolded and surrounded by giggling Pogues a few moments later.

"Guys, seriously, if I didn't know any better-"

"We're not gonna kill you, (N/N)!" Sarah laughed. You heard the van door being slid open, hands gently grabbing your arms and helping you out. Your feet hit soft ground and it only took a second for your mind to register it as sand. Walking further along, you heard the familiar sound of waves and realization finally set it, a smile spreading across your face.

"Here we are, love birds." Kiara cooed, pulling on the ends of the bandana and letting it fall from your face. You blinked a few times and spotted Pope standing by Mr. Carreras truck. A sight that made your brows raise considering how Kie's father felt about her friends.

"See you later!" Sarah called.

"Use protection!"

"JJ!" Kiara hissed as they quickly began to leave, their laughter slowly disappearing. You shook your head and walked closer, arms reaching for Pope.

"What is all this?"

"Check it out." Pope smiled widely, leading you toward the back and pulling down the door to show you the blanket and picnic basket. Scented candles sat around near a cooler. "I thought it'd be better to do a picnic on something solid instead of on sand."

"You didn't have to do all this, Po." You leaned against him, feeling him gently kiss your forehead and smile.

"Of course I did, (N/N). I love you."

Kiara Carrera

Kiara never seemed to be big on things like Valentine's Day but some gifts and a date wouldn't hurt.

Her ideal date was going out and volunteering or helping promote a foundation, and while you most likely shared her views on the environment, she knew it wasn't the most ideal date for love day.

Sooo, she came up with a good compromise

"We're gonna start with some volunteer work." Kiara began, unwrapping one of the chocolates you'd gotten her and popping it into her mouth. She hummed at the flavor as she chewed, brushing back some of her curly hair.

"Why am I not surprised?" You teased, snatching one of the chocolates from the box. Kiara chuckled, plopping her legs over your lap and licking the chocolate from her fingertips.

"That's not all!"

"Oh?"

"Afterward, we're gonna head to my place, order in, and binge all your favorite movies." Kiara said, smiling widely. You hummed, a small grin tugging at your lips.

"Even the ones you hate?"

"Yes," She groaned. "Even the ones I hate."

Snickering softly, you leaned over. "Sounds like a good day." You murmured, kissing her and tasting the chocolate she'd eaten. Kiara smiled and leaned back, nodding proudly.

"I know. I'm a good planner."

Sarah Cameron

Despite her track record of ditching and running from serious relationships, Sarah had felt secure enough to stay with you for longer than a few months. And thus, you were able to see the love she had for Valentine's Day.

She's the only one who properly asks if you'd like to be her Valentine and the days leading up to love day are filled with big smiles and promises of a lot of fun.

"Wake up!" You huffed when someone jumped on the bed, soft giggles filling the room. You cracked open your eyes and looked up at your girlfriend.

"Morning." You muttered, tiredly rubbing your eyes and sluggishly pulling yourself up. Sarah smiled widely, pulling a basket out from behind her back and setting it on your lap. The basket had a red ribbon tied around it and inside it held all your favorite chocolates and candies.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Sarah squealed, grabbing the sides of your face and leaning in to give you a big smooch on the lips. Leaning back, the blonde tucked her hair behind her ears and sat back on her legs.

"What do you have planned for us, Ms. Cameron?"

"I'm so glad you asked." She cooed playfully. "We're gonna cook breakfast together, give baking a try, watch some romcoms with strawberries and nutella.." She began listing off, tilting her head upward as she tried remembering everything.

Humming softly, you set the basket aside and leaned forward, pulling the girl from her spot and onto your lap. Sarah laughed, making herself comfortable and smiling at you. "I love you, Sarah."

"I love you too."

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