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ajsljfe · 17 hours

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hiii!! Can you write a john b x reader in which she'd be anxious about something/or deals with anxiety frequently and he comforts her?? I think he'd be the best with that type of situation, he's the sweetest 😭😭 Thank u 🫶🏻

Ofc I can honey! 🎀

I’m sorry if it wasn’t completely what you wanted but i tried my best! 😊 (also sorry it’s short)

If anyone has any more requests then either send me a private message or request an ask! 🙏

You didn’t wanna be here.

You hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place but he had reassured you that he would only be there for a couple of hours and then you guys would leave and get whatever you wanted after.

It had been more than a couple of hours. It had been the whole night.

You sigh and look down at your phone anxiously for the time. 12:23am. Great.

You were tired and the room was getting hot. You were surrounded by a bunch of horny and sweaty teenagers/young adults who are more likely to be drunk.

He had left you for a few minutes so he could go talk to someone, again. Reassuring you that he would be back in a good few minutes. It had been almost 30 minutes. Half an hour. You were counting.

You felt lightheaded, stressed and felt like vomiting. The stress of the crowds and the constant drinks being shoved in your face by wasted teens was enough to make you break.

You wiped the tears that pricked at your eyes fast before setting off to find a bathroom. The first bathroom you opened some teens were making out, the second some were snorting some coke, third time lucky and you finally found an empty cubicle.

You swing the door shut before collapsing against it and try to even your breathing out. It was all too much. You went to wipe your forehead of sweat when there was a frantic knock at the door.

“Hey! You in there? Cmon open up for me.” It was John b.

You do as told and get up fast before composing yourself. “You alright?” He asks and you nod fast “yep. Fine and dandy don’t worry.” Accidentally sniffing and hoping he didn’t catch it.

“Oh baby. Cmere. You been crying?” He asks with a slight frown as he takes in your red rimmed eyes. You nod your head and feel fresh eyes fill your eyes.

“M’sorry..it- was all t-too much and you said you would be back in 2 mins but you never d-did.” You hiccuped as you buried your face in his neck while he wrapped his arm around your waist to comfort you.

“Hey. No need to apologise…I’m sorry for taking so long. I tired to leave but people just kept coming. I didn’t mean it. Forgive me?” He offers a small smile.

You hiccuped again. “Hey breathe. Cmon. In and out.” You followed his orders and feel your breath slowing down.

“There we go. There’s my girl. Next time you feel overwhelmed call me okay? You know I’ll never miss a call from you.” He smiles again as you nod and stare up at him with wide eyes and puffy lips from crying. “Or even. I’ll just take you wherever I go okay? Can’t leave my future wife all alone?” He says.

“Future wife?” You replied with a small giggle and a rub at your eyes before sniffling as he grabs a tissue due to your nose being blocked.

“Well yeah. You’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you.” He reassured you and you giggled again.

“Mm that’s true…” you say before pecking his lips. “Can we get ice cream now?”

“Mm baby I’m not sure there is gonna be any ice cream shops open at this time in the morning huh?” He replies as his grip tightens round you with a small peck to your forehead.

“Please?” You say looking up at him with those eyes he couldn’t resist.

He rolls his eyes jokingly. “Anything for my girl.”

#john b x reader #john b x reader smut #john b smut #john b routledge #obx x reader #obx imagine #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank smut #rafe cameron smut #pope heyward smut #pope x reader #thoughts

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rubiehart · 1 month

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INTRODUCING… LEOPARD!READER!

just because she’s a pogue doesn’t mean she can’t be the coolest chick in the obx. chunky gold earrings, leopard print everything, jeans that don’t fit her, black lace, dark red nails, whether it be acrylics she saved up for or just polish.

she’s constantly using her pretty privilege to get her way, big dilated eyes and slow flirty blinks to reel in unsuspecting tourons at keggers before pocketing their wallets.

of course her unexpected fast pace and insanely high stamina keeping things interesting when nobody can keep up with her after stealing whatever shit the pogues need. she’s a natural at jumping over fences, walls, whatever.

she’s got very quick temper, gritting her sharp canines a little too hard if someone says something about someone she loves, dropping her chill girl persona, fighting dirty n not stopping till she’s physically ripped away, then fighting whoever pulled her off.

massive oral fixation, sinking her teeth into anything on instinct, pretty much always chewing on her necklaces, knawing on her acrylics, or leaving indents in her man’s arm, he loves it really.

animal lover, given names to all the local stray cats and dogs and tries to feed ‘em every day, they all know where to go.

when you pass her house on certain morning she’s outside with all the forgotten strays, kneeling as she feeds them scraps of meat and it’s probably the happiest she’s ever looked.

which boy would she be most compatible with?

#leopard!reader 🐆 ⋆.˚#send requests!!#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj obx #jj x reader #jj maybank headcanon #outer banks #john b prompt #john b obx #john b x reader #pope x reader #pope heyward obx

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b3nnyrafe · 1 month

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bunny!reader & obx boys

“pretty” by coco & clair clair, okthxbb. pink bows. glittery gloss. long lashes. mini skirts. crop tops. thigh highs. pink, pink. bimbo. lace everything. love language; physical touch. bicep holding. high heeled boots. hair rollers. dior. bubblegum. “old money” lana del rey. silk. xoxo. bratty. submissive.

w/ jj maybank; he is obsessed with you. he would take you out to dinner every pay check even if you insisted all you needed was him— but you were his princess he had to treat you. he’s dominant and you know that, but you also know he can be a softie when it comes to you. princess, mama, babydoll. on days where you were specifically all pouty & bratty, he’ll finger you till your crying. then he’ll fuck, hard, you, face down ass up.

w/ rafe cameron; dominant bf omggg ! he shows sm casual dominance it’s insane. tapping your chin when you get snappy, patting his lap for you to sit, it’s so sexy. he showers you in gifts after every argument. he is the definition of treat her like a queen, fuck her like a slut. pretty girl, sugar, doll. if your in public and you catch an attitude with him or his friends from the country club, he won’t hesitate to drag you to the nearest bathroom. one hand over your mouth, the other hand spanking you. then, he’ll take you home and fuck you till all you know is manners.

w/ john b; he’s so in love with youuu! loves having you in his lap so everyone knows who you belong to but you don’t mind at all. moves your hair out your face while you complained. he didn’t care all that much if you were mouthy, it just turned him on more. he would edge you for soo long, completely ignoring your cries and please.

w/ pope heyward; poor baby is whipped. he will help you with anything you needed at the drop of a pencil. everything about him is vanilla and sweet. he would kiss your forehead. he would buy anything that he could for you, showing up at your doorstep with bags atleast once a week. he loved eating your pussy, a total munch. he loves, lovesss missionary so he can look at that pretty face.

this was concept completely inspired by loveebots, princessbrunette & donatellawrites! if anyone is offended or doesn’t want their work to be remade, message me and I will take it down!

#jj maybank #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx blurb #bunny!reader #obx imagine #pope heyward #john b routledge #john b x reader #jj x rafe x reader #jj x reader #rafe x reader #pope x reader

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foranidalas · 4 months

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pope with reader who will back him up on anything with no context. she's just there for her man.

like she's sittin' on his lap while he and jj r arguing ab something and jj asks reader to back him up, n' reader who was paying zero attention looks up from her phone, pulling her head off of pope's chest and is just like "nah im with my man"

-🎧 (can i be if no one is yet? <3)

reader who supports her man blindly .. sooo me :] yes you can anon <3

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you’re normally full of life and energy, but back at the chateau, when the day starts to end, the only thing you crave is the warmth of your boyfriend’s arms and the space to just turn your brain off. he doesn’t even question or protest when you climb onto him like he’s a chair, easing yourself onto his lap— legs contorted in what he thinks just cannot be comfortable. you tell him he’s never sat in his own lap before. he calls you crazy.

it’s easy for you to shut things out, fiddling with pope’s fingers or the thick curls at the back of his head, lost in your own thoughts. he complains about the haphazard twists of curls you absentmindedly leave, but he secretly loves it. he can carry a piece of you, that way. you can feel, though, when him and jj begin to quarrel for what feels like the millionth time today, his body tensing— the muscles of his thighs stiffen under your soft ones, his shoulders perching defensively. you can hear the progressive beating of his heart as your head rests on his chest.

“nah man, i’m telling you. all we gotta do is pull up on those bastards, and show ‘em who’s the real freakin’ boss!” jj’s on his normal angsty rampage, strategizing for whatever predicament he and his friends have gotten into this time around. his voice raises near the end of his sentence, and it startles you. you feel the air of his sigh on the back of your neck, and he coos in your ear as he soothes you from the abruptness of jj’s outburst.

“yeah, that’s real smart jj. show up on the armed guys unprepared and unarmed. why didn’t we think of it before?” his voice is soft and low, cautious of disrupting you. he was considerate like that— you were his main priority at all times, and that included ensuring your comfort.

they go back and forth for a bit, and you groan as pope shifts a bit too far up in his seat, causing you to slip slightly, head bouncing uncomfortably off of his chest. his hand swiftly moves to catch you as you slide off his lap. when he repositions you, his hand lingers on your waist, tracing small circles on the soft skin of it. it grounds you for a bit, and you catch the tail end of john b’s attempt to mediate the heated exchange.

“—what do you think?”

it takes you a while to register that they’re talking to you, coming back to the present when pope whispers your name into your ear. it’s gentle, and you know he genuinely cares for your input, even if you may not be entirely caught up on what’s going on.

“hm? dunno why you’re asking me. y’know i’m on his side.” the boy chuckles at this, and you feel his chest puff with pride. he knows you’re speaking objectively— but it warms him that his girl is sticking with him. jj huffs, clearly annoyed, running a harsh hand through his hair before fixing his cap on his head. you take it upon yourself to tune out again, fiddling with your boyfriends fingers. he reaches to turn your face towards him, soft smile making you melt all the way down inside. when he presses a soft kiss to your lips as a thank you, the group groans.

“of course she’d take his side,” jj grumbles, plopping himself down on his seat. you giggle quietly, easing yourself impossibly closer into your boyfriend’s hold.

“someone’s jealous,” you whisper to pope, just loud enough for him to hear— and he smiles so bright you’d think you just had said the funniest joke in the world.

“look at that, he’s pussy whipped.”

they argue again.

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belovedvenom · 2 months

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“this is risky jj. we're gonna get caught”

“relax no we're not, just-- trust me okay. i got you.”

pope stares at him a bit before looking around and sighing. letting out a soft “okay.”

𖦹⭒°｡⋆ jj is letting out the most pornographic noises as pope bobs his head up and down jj’s cock. head thrown back against the seat of the twinkie, heavy lidded eyes glancing out the window to make sure their shared friends aren’t about to catch the windows fogging up with the two of them inside. his moans get more higher pitched when pope takes him to the hilt, tongue pressed up against his shaft as he stays there and starts to throat his dick like a lollipop. “a-aah fuck, m’so close.” his hips twitch as pope moans, hand coming down to softly caress the back of popes neck up to his cheek, feeling the imprint of his own dick. pope lifts up a bit to circle his tongue around jj’s tip. “shiiiit dude” he grips the seat. “put it in your mouth” he takes the blonde deep in his throat again making him whimper. “fuck stay low. suck it- just like that” he bucks his hips roughly as pope sucks him off. “yeah thats it. tongue my shaft.” popes hand grips jj’s knee as his hips jaggedly thrust towards th back of his throat. “fuck m’gonna cum- oh fuck” groaning as he cums thick hot ropes down popes throat. he keeps him in his mouth until he softens, jj twitching in sensitivity. when pope finally drags himself off him, he pants against the seat. “shit dude, i ever tell you your mouth is fucking exceptional.” reaching forward, jj pulls pope toward in a sloppy kiss. tasting himself on popes tongue as they swap back and forth spit and cum.

#jj maybank prompt #pope heyward prompt #jj x pope #pope x reader #obx smut #jj maybank smut #pope heyward smut

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leaclark · 2 months

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kiara carrera mood board ✌️🐢🐚

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stvolanis · 3 months

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pope is so pretty I’m gonna cum chat.

pope, your dads new best friend, was a little different than all your other dads friends. at the dinner table, popes fingers would dance across your thighs, parting them just enough to slip his highly skilled fingers into your core. “Didn’t wear panties for me? good girl.” He’d whisper, watching you grip onto your fork like your life depended on it as his thumb circled your little bundle of nerves!

you purposely leave your door cracked open when your dad told you pope would be swinging by to pick something up while he was gone, leaving you alone in the house. And of course, Popes gonna check up on his favorite girl! But, unexpectedly, his cock jumps at the sight of you with your legs spread, and a pink dildo slipping past your puffy folds :3

what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t help his best friends daughter cum? A lousy one! He helps you shove the rather small dildo into your cunt repeatedly, while muttering things like, “my baby just wants to be full, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” And, “you’re gonna take my cock so well, aren’t you?”. Pope knows you can’t respond, but he thinks you’re so cute when you babble out incoherent words!! >.< Just let him do all the work for you💕

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sexilene · 1 month

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putting little summer glitter tattoos on pope! ₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘₊ ⊹

you and pope decided to spend the warm sunny day sitting by the beach to get some fresh air while he studies, you honestly wanted to keep him company and needed to get him to spend some time outside.

seated on a towel you watch as the light hits the side of his face as he continues to write in his notebook.

"wanna go in the water?" you ask softly, poking his arm.

"i'm just gonna finish this first, you can go in if you want, i'll watch you from here" he smiles but doesn't look up from writing.

"nooo, i'll just stay here." you huff and turn to look in your tote bag to see if you can find anything to entertain yourself with.

you dig around and find some temporary glitter tattoos that you had bought earlier that week.

you smile to yourself and look back over at pope who is still busying himself with his work, you take off your shirt leaving you in your bikini top.

taking the water bottle that was lying on the towel you soak a corner of your shirt and scooch closer to pope.

all of a sudden he feels something stick on his arm and your little fingers pressing it in place.

"what are you doing?" he asks like he's about to scold a child, his head turns over to look at his arm.

"giving you a tattoo!" you press the wet shirt onto the little paper to get the tattoo to stick.

"where'd you even get that?" he continues to inspect what you are doing

"it was in my bag... it's going to look so cute! you'll see." you peel off the paper to reveal the little hibiscus flower on his arm, glittering in the sunlight.

"yeah it is nice..." he grins, flexing his arm a little bit which makes you giggle.

"i have more! you wanna pick another? look," you show him the little pile of tattoos in your hands, he looks at your hand and points to the blue shiny dolphin one. "this one..."

"ohkay! where should i put it?" you roll up his sleeve and point to the bottom of his shoulder. "sure!" he nods and watches you concentrate on sticking it on.

"there! it's sooo cute!" you admire your work by squeezing his arm a bit.

"want me to put one on you?" he asks holding up another of the little tattoos.

"mhmm, so we can be matching!" you smile and bring your arm up so he can work on putting it on you. "this is very relaxing, we should do this more often..." he mumbles softly, the waves crashing in the background.

"i agree"

he peels back the wet paper to reveal your little glittery flower tattoo, you bring your arm up towards the sun so it shines.

"wowww, it's so shiny" you twist your arm around to see how the light bounces off the sparkles.

"now we are twins..." he brings his arm up next to yours making you both smile.

"yeah! i feel like a mermaid..." you wiggle your hips a little making pope smile.

"you are a mermaid, do want a book to read while i finish this?" he asks, handing one of the books he had in a little pile on the edge of the towel.

"mmhm shure..." you lay on your stomach, placing the book down on the towel to read in the sun while pope continues his studies, little birds flying over and sounds of the water crashing in the distance.

ˑ ּ ✧･ﾟ𖥔 ۫ ּ ֗ ۪

just a little somethin' somethin'

#sexilene'sobx⋆₊ ⊹#lenepilar'sobx!⋆₊ ⊹#pope heyward x reader #pope heyward #pope heyward thoughts #pope x deer!reader #pope hayward x deer!reader #pope obx #pope x reader #obx x reader #obx

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tlou-reid · 6 months

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How You Get the Girl ❆ Pope Heyward

☃︎SUMMARY: pope doesn't know how to end conversations correctly and it puts his relationship on the line.

☃︎WARNINGS: angst, kinda short, kiara is rude in this lmao, i was very uninspired so this is not that great

☃︎swiftmas masterlist!

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Stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain.

You knew who it was before you even opened the door. The pounds on your door were loud, but not aggressive. Pope had texted you, asking if it was okay if he came by to talk. You didn’t answer, but you knew he would come anyway.

You were mad, that much was obvious. Not the silly kind of mad you’d get when Pope stuck his spoon into your frozen yogurt or the loving kind of mad you’d get when JJ made him do something stupid and you worried about him. No, you were the kind of mad that had both of you questioning whether or not you were still dating.

It had been two days since you last spoke to him. Friday night, standing at the party, beer in your hand, and JJ begging you to walk away. You couldn’t remember when he had joined the conversation, but him pulling you away was the only thing that kept you from slapping Kiara right across her kooky fucking face.

You hadn’t heard the full story or the full conversation between Pope and Kiara, but you were mad the second you heard commenting on the dress you were in, telling Pope that you’d really decided to show off tonight. You knew she was hesitant to accept you, but you didn’t think she was actively plotting against your relationship with Pope. He’d already told you about their history, but it seemed like there were feelings still lingering.

While Kiara had been the one to stab the dagger into you, Pope was the one who twisted when he let out a sigh, mumbling a “yeah”, before trying to change the topic. He didn’t stick up for you, didn’t defend you from Kiara’s baseless accusations that you were trying to impress other people. Instead, he agreed and moved on. Anything to please her, you thought.

Since this was the little bit of the conversation you had heard before you blew up on them, you had spent the whole weekend overthinking and coming up with other hurtful things they could’ve been saying about you. You’d convinced yourself they were true, which led you to avoid the entire Pogue friend group all weekend.

So now, here Pope was, hoping he could patch up your wounds and go back to the happy relationship you’d been in. He stood in the cold rain, the chill from the coming outer banks winter was nipping at him, making his face pale and his nose gain a pink hue.

She’ll open up the door, and say are you insane?

“Are you insane?” You asked when you fully opened the door, ushering him inside. No matter how mad you were at him, you didn’t want him to get sick. You still loved him after all. He stepped in quickly, seeking both the warmth your house provided and to be closer to you.

“Y/N,” he was out of breath as if he had run here. “I’m sorry for whatever you think you heard, but I promise I wasn’t saying anything bad about you.” He was talking fast like he didn’t think he’d have time to get everything he wanted to say out. “I would never, ever say anything bad about you or believe anything anyone else says.”

“Pope, I heard you agree with her.” You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms over your chest, and took a step away from him. He knew you were being defensive. He could only imagine how much hearing that interaction must’ve hurt your feelings. All Pope wanted to do was go back and tell Kiara to stop, to walk away from the conversation entirely, to get up and go dance with you instead of listening to her. But he couldn’t. So, here he was, trying his hardest to get you to listen.

Say it’s been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want.

“No!” He exclaimed, growing frustrated with his inability to find the right words to say. “Y/N, please,” he was growing desperate, tired of the space between you two. “I just wanted her to shut up! I don’t know what’s going on with her! I wanted her to stop talking and I wanted to go dance with you, but I’m stupid and I didn’t.” Pope looked crazed, eyes wide and arms flailing to emphasize his points.

“You didn’t defend me!” You exasperated. Your voice cracked as you basically yelled at him. You wanted him to see how bad he hurt you. Kiara, you could deal with. She was just a girl who was friends with your boyfriend. But, Pope was your everything.

“I know,” Pope’s voice was gentler now, “I know. I should’ve. I should’ve told her that you can dress however you want. That you could’ve shown up in a trash bag, or even naked, and I still would’ve shown you off. I don’t care what people think or see or feel about you. I should’ve told her that but I didn’t and I’m so sorry.” At this point, Pope’s eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

“She’s gonna keep doing this,” You informed, cocking your hip to the side. If he was going to allow her to, there was no point in this conversation. His words were sweet and calmed your overthinking, but you needed change to happen.

“I won’t let her,” Pope sighs out, taking a step closer to you. He relaxed a bit when you didn’t step away from him. “I’ll tell her to stop and that I’m not going to talk to her if she doesn’t.” You could tell by his face how serious he was. His dark eyes were boring into yours.

He took another step towards you, “Please, don’t let this be the end of his. I’ve had a wonderful six months with you.” You held eye contact for a moment, before taking quick steps to wrap your arms around his waist. He didn’t waste any time pulling you close to him. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into the top of your head.

You nodded, letting the tears fall onto his shirt. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. When you pulled away, he kept his hands on your waist. Pope pulled in for a kiss. You couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth as you pulled away, “I love you.”

He smiled as you uttered the three words he’d been waiting for the first time. He’d already said them, but it was taking you just a bit longer. He wasn’t too worried about it, as he could see the way you loved him in the things you did.

“I love you, too.”

And that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl.

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 1 month

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Introducing: The Sanrio Girlies

So this cute ass idea came to me to make readers based off the Sanrio characters and I kind of just ran with it. It turned into a whole ass little AU. I had so much fun doing this, it’s been a minute since I got lost in creating something for hours. I do have main pairings in my mind for all of them BUT they’re absolutely interchangeable. I can see them all together for different reasons. I have so much LORE about them so feel free to send me asks about this lil universe. I’ll def be posting more about them because they are my babies and I’m proud of them. Tag yourself, I’m Kuromi. (Yes I self inserted)

Kuromi Reader

Trashy Y2K emo princess. Rebellious kook whose parents never agreed with her style or life choices. Hates driving, she was born for the passenger seat. Acts super bitchy but under the surface is a die hard romantic. Has never had a day job. Kind of unhinged, she will slash your tires if you do her wrong. Halloween obsessed. Has an OnlyFans. Reads romance novels in her free time. Spoiled brat. Has a tramp stamp. She’s the friend that says she’s “really not going to get that drunk tonight” but ends up getting dragged out of the party because she’s more wasted than everyone else, trying to fight people twice her size. In my AU she is Rafe’s girl but I could also see her and Jj being together.

My Melody Reader

Cute lil bimbo core baddie. Kook but spends all her time with the pouges. She grew up with rich her grandma who taught her everything about baking, sewing, and being a lady. Shops till she drops. Total empath. She loves doing things and buying things for the people she loves. The sweetest person you’ll ever meet until you mess with someone she cares about. Loves all things pink. Extremely smart despite her outward appearance. Neat and tidy. She thinks she’s responsible but she goes shopping at least twice a week, doesn’t have a job, and party’s every weekend. In my AU she is John B’s girl But I could also see her being with Rafe.

Batz Maru Reader

Total grungy tomboy. Pouge. Super sarcastic. Has a bunch of tiny little tattoos. Loves horror movies. Skates. Plays video games. She has hardcore mommy issues but has a bad ass metal head dad who owns an auto shop where she works. She’s always up to no good. If it’s not spray painting her literal name on shit and skateboarding on private property, it’s getting stoned out of her mind and blasting music so loud the whole neighborhood hears it. She’ll never tell anyone she has pink lingerie under all of that either. Batz is 100% Jj’s girl but I could also see her being with John B.

Keroppi Reader

She’s a multifaceted girlie. She’s a total boho beach bum but even when she’s on the beach she’s studying. Sporty. Played almost every sport in high school and was always the top of her class. Pouge. Total yogi. Going to school to be a veterinarian. Kind of a health nut, watches what she eats all week but let’s lose on the weekends with the girlies. Down to earth lover girl. She’s always there to listen when you need her and gives the best advice. Even if she is a little blunt about it. In my AU she is Pope’s Girl but I could also she her being with John B.

Cinnamon Roll Reader

Coquette soft girl. Shy and quiet until you get to know her. Professional Ballerina. Loves baby blue so much it’s part of her personality at this point. Kook. She grew up spoiled and sheltered so she’s a little clueless sometimes. Definitely has a planner and a strict daily routine. Loves to snack even though her ballet instructor tells her not to. Self care queen. Cry baby. Spends most of her time practicing for recitals and day dreaming. Cinna is kind of a wild card, I couldn’t decide who to pair her with, my first instinct is to make her Rafe’s girl but I could also see her and Jj being a polar opposite couple that balance each other out.

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somethingswift19 · 4 months

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Alt+Nerd= <3 Pope x (f) reader

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| Summary: The bubbly alt girl falls for Pope, the nerdy and serious guy.

| (a/n): I had a good reaction to the alt reader x obx so I wanted to continue that a little bit :) I'm so tired so if this is awful I apologize but I had fun writing it so that's really what counts right? Not proof read.

Leaning up against the lockers you watched as the whole pouge friend group walked past, sighing to yourself. Since freshman year you had had a thing for the smart one, Pope. He was so cute and serious and when he got all serious it made him even cuter and more adorable in your eyes. He was misunderstood and looked over a lot for John B and JJ. And even when he wasn't being looked over, he rarely noticed when girls hit on him. Green flags tbh.

But this brings you back to today...as you watched them all walk passed you knew you were probably not his type considering he was dating Kiara but a girl can dream. You had your black and blue hair straightened and pulled back into pigtails, neon green glasses, black cropped hoodie, skinny jeans, and orange nike airs on. "Hey! You ready for class?" your best friends voice snapped you out of your trance.

"Oh yeah, sorry," you shook your head and smiled before grabbing your bag and walking to AP biology. Tapping your pen on the desk, you day dreamed as the teacher went over the previous test. This was your favorite class but today you were just distracted. Before you knew it, the bell rang and you realized you hadn't taken a single note. Shit you thought. But that's when you had the idea... "Hey Pope!" you yelled after the boy as you ran to catch up to him.

"Uh...hi?" he looked at you confused. Honestly fair considering you have had probably two conversations with him in total. "What's up?"

"Oh, well...I kinda have a problem," you began. "Is there anyway you can go over the science notes from today with me? I didn't quite get all of it." Correction, I was staring at you like a total stalker for the entire class and wasn't paying any attention.

"Oh uh, yeah sure. Meet me at lunch and I'll give you my notes," Pope said as you nodded.

"Lucky I have the smartest guy in school in my class!" you responded cheerfully.

"Well technically Thomas Jennings is the number 1 in our class so he would be the smartest. I'm probably top five-" he rambled on before you cut him off.

"Pope," you stated. "Take the compliment and go with it. A cute girl is calling you smart."

As lunch rolled around, you met up with him and you copied down his notes from the day. "I like your glasses by the way." This snapped you out of you concentration.

"I'm sorry?" you asked not quite processing.

"Your glasses," he smiled. "They're cool. I like them."

"Oh," blushing hard core, you smiled. "Thank you!"

"Sorry if this is weird," he started, scratching the back of his neck. "You remind me of someone."

"Yeah? And who might that be?" you put your pen down and smiled. You were in the conversation now. Can't take this for granted.

"Abbey from NCIS," this time he came across as shy.

"Wait, no way! Thank you so much! I've always loved her and Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. I think that's where my style comes from. But Oh my God Thank you!" you knew you were rambling but fuck it. "Wait you watch NCIS?"

"Oh yeah, I love that show," Pope chuckled at your enthusiasm. "I always wanted to be like Duckie. I want to be a coroner."

"That's so dope," you smiled. "I want to go into forensics."

"That's not people's usual reaction to that," he stated.

You could stare into his eyes all day, good God, "Hey, we should meet up at the wreck after school. I mean if you want."

"Yeah! My friends and I were already planning on meeting up there later," he started. "You can come with us."

"Ok! I would love that!," this time it was your turn to chuckle. "Maybe after we can have some alone time? Just the two of us?"

"Wait...what?" the quizzical look he had on his face was adorable.

"Here," you said grabbing his arm and writing your number down. "I've been flirting with you for the past half hour for the record." You winked at him and started grabbing your things.

"I-I'll text you," he called after you and JJ looked over at him giving him a thumbs up. You knew he was watching you leave as you walked out of the cafeteria.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip After Shool~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as you got home, you got ready to meet up with the pouges and considering this was the first time, and you were hanging out with pope, you had to look decent. Deciding on ripped black skinny jeans and a blue halter top with David Bowie vans high tops, you threw your hair into a half up half down bun and put on some lashes. Your green glasses still adorning your face. Dabbing on some lip gloss, you took one final look at yourself in the mirror before heading out.

Pope's friends were really nice and very chill honestly! Kiara was standoffish at first but quickly warmed up. And you learned Sarah Cameron was nothing like you expected! "So Ms. (Y/n)," JJ exclaimed throwing his arm over your shoulder. "Pope has told us a lot about you." Pope was signaling for him to shut the fuck up but that's not what JJ does.

"Has he now?" you giggled looking over at him.

"I wouldn't say a alot..." Pope was trying to hide his face now.

"Really?" JJ began. "So she isn't the cool, colored hair girl who is the only person who is better in science than you?"

"And she isn't the sweet and talkative girl who reminds you of...what's that show again?" Kiara chimed in laughing and using hand motions.

"Ok, ok, leave him alone," John B very kindly said. "And the show is NCIS."

"That's right!" everyone exclaimed at once embarrassing him and making you laugh and look at him sweetly.

"So exactly how smart are you to be better at Pope in something?" Sarah asked putting a french fry in her mouth.

"Oh, um," you were blushing now from the attention. "I'm just freakishly good at science. He's still smarter than I am." He smiled and shook his head at you. After a couple hours the two of you snuck off, but not without whistles from the others. Walking down to the shoreline, having your feet touch the water as you looked at the shells and things washing up. "Thank you for inviting me to hang out with you and your friends."

"Oh, it's no problem," he stated. "Thanks for writing your number on my arm. JJ was proud." This caused you to chuckle a little bit.

"Earlier you said I wasn't what you expected," you said softly. "You aren't what I expected either."

This time his facial expression was nervous as he snapped his head to look at you, "In a good way or a bad way?"

Smiling widely up at him, "In the best way."

"(Y/n)?"

"Pope?"

"Do I have permission to kiss you?" he asked slightly awkwardly.

"Always," you responded sweetly. As your lips met, it was everything you had dreamed of. His hand came to rest on your face gently as he pulled you in closer causing you to throw your arms around his neck. The nerdy guy kissing the goth girl in the moonlight? How many cliches can you guys check off at once? But none the less, this was the perfect night.

#obx #john b routledge #jj maybank #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx fanfiction #kiara carrera #pope heyward #pope x reader #pope heyward x reader #pope obx x reader #pope obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx fanfic #obx fic #pope x y/n

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venuslcver · 2 months

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HIGH BY THE BEACH ⋆

pairing: boyfriend!pope x carefreekook!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend, pope, and you had been together for a while when he changes his mind about not going to college.

tw: fluff, implied sex, profanity (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

“ok, baby! which one should i wear? this one or thissss one?” you questioned pope, holding two of your swimsuits in a display manner. one was a lilac-colored string bikini, the other being a cheeky, polka-dot one-piece.

you could never make a final decision for the life of you, only leaving it up to pope for his opinion. though, pope had known you long enough to know, whichever item you tend to show last was the option you had in mind. hell — most of the time you don’t even know that you prefer one option more than the others.

you wanted to wear the left one, pope concluded. no matter if it was clothing, makeup, nail color, or decor-related. not actually having input into the choices, he usually would just coax the answer out of you. it made it easier on him, besides he didn't give a fuck what you wore, because well... he would still find you beautiful dressed as the grinch. which you did a couple halloweens previously.

“uh… i don’t know — which one is more comfortable?” he asked, putting you on the spot, hoping to get an honest answer out of you.

clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth in deep thought — lifting each and inspecting it. trying to remember if it was uncomfortable or not the last time you wore it.

“well i… mean. huh. why is this so hard?” you said truly debating both options. making your final answer, “i would probably go with the right one being more comfortable”

“probably… and i’m just sayin’ this as a thought…maybe it’s hard because you have too many swimsuits”

letting out an obnoxiously high-pitched scoff, you halted your attention from the bathing suit debacle to pope, who was leisurely laid back on your rope hammock swing that you had in your room. you never took kindly to anyone, including pope, criticizing your inability to get rid of things, especially your bathing suits.

“firstly, i don’t have too many swimsuits, and one could never have too many of them. secondly, even if i did — how could that possibly affect my ability to pick a swimsuit?”

awkwardly looking at you, pope reluctantly replied, “you can’t keep up with all of them, making you not even remember the last time you wore them… and the last time you chose the right one, you were complain’n the entire time”

ignoring his truthful statement altogether, you thought for a moment. he was right. the previous time, you ended up bitch’n the whole time about having to hold the straps of the one piece to avoid flashing innocent bystanders on the beach. which was the worst, considering the excitement that you experienced when in the water. flailing around without a care in the world.

a light switched when you came to this realization, noticing that you were rather harsh with your poor boyfriend, who did not deserve that in the slightest.

“oh my god! you are right!”, you said squealing, right into hugging pope’s sitting body.

taking his face into your hands, before hugging him again, “i’m so sorry baby! you know i didn’t mean that, right?”

staying firm in the hug, while he pulled himself out of the hammock, “yeah, yeah i know you didn’t mean it.”, pope said brushing your rudeness off. you and him rarely argued, and if you did, you were talking within the next half hour, easily.

looking up at him with doe eyes, and an innocent cast appearing on your profile. an all-knowing look that pope was very familiar with. one of the ways that pope and you were able to get over any kind of tiff was by admitting to being wrong and taking the proper steps to apologize.

for example, this one time pope got all panicked at the future and started freaking the fuck out. which led him to harboring that he was in the wrong and mishandled the situation at hand. before slipping his hand into you. well... two fingers but either way! pope was giving in that way, regularly lending a helping hand to you when in need. it wasn't an obligation as much as a want. you and pope were alike in that way. always willing to put others first.

"c-can i make it up to you?"

sooner than later making it to the intended place of hanging out, the local beach on the outer banks. looking into the surrounding area in your eyesight, the beach was practically empty. a lot of spring-breakers had vacated the week before. having access to almost a completely bare beach.

you helped pope set up on the beach, before laying horizontally on his vertically propped-up body.

pressing a kiss on the crown of your head, that was in his lap. when he did the leaning down motion, you pushed the pineapple in your hand, to his lips. silently urging him to take a bite. to which he did.

immediately snickering when it ran down his face, halting laughter when it dripped onto yours. lucky that the acidic fruit juices didn't collect in your eyes. either way, pope was quick to wipe it off your face.

oftentimes, pope and you were silent when hanging out. you wouldn't per say it was a con, because it was due to being around each other every second, when not at work. though, when pope's dad, heyward, was short-staffed, you would offer a lending hand. taking a couple shifts, with pope. even, visiting each other at work.

along with packing an array of fruits to snack on, you also brought a weed. one of the conversations you had meant to bring up was the future.

pope was wicked smart, at least, school-wise. his choice of friends was questionable. and as much as you love your shared friends— they tend to be dumbasses. pulling pope down to their level. to which, a couple foul decisions led pope to not attend college— as he previously intended.

one late night, he admitted that he felt like "all the work he put in was sliding down the drain". which riddled you with resentment towards your friends. not that you cared what pope did. only that he was happy— which he wasn't at all for a passing time.

"pope? can i ask you something?"

"yeah— what's up?"

"d-do you have any idea what you want?"

"what i want?", pope asked, not understanding the question at hand.

"want for the future?"

looking at you bewildered, pope had no idea where the loaded question came from.

"uh — besides being with you, i have no clue.", a tinge of sadness rolled off his tongue.

grinning at his, rather, romantic proclamation, "o-ok, well, um i was expecting a little bit more of an answer, b-but that works for me"

"i-i'm worried... like really worried", he admitted.

coming off your high, out of your own fantasy land— that was induced by his heartfelt statement, "why?!"

still supporting his weight with one arm, he took the other and rubbed his face, "why shouldn't i be? i-i mean i was going to go to college, b-but now I'm just working at my dad's restaurant"

pope tended to self-destruct when his fears kicked in, sending him into overdrive. sitting up, looking at him directly in the face, "h-hey don't say that! one, you know that your dad would not keep you unless you were working your ass off! you're like the smartest person i know, out of anyone in outer banks, or hell, anywhere! a-and we'll figure it out."

set on helping understand that he and you would be good, you pulled a small baggie out of your beach bag, "ok?"

"o-okay"

"now, let's get high. and forget about everything, ever."

although he wasn't completely sure, he knew that you would stay by him, meaning he would be completely fine. if the world ended that day, he wouldn't have cared as long as he had you. well, and he would prefer if he had the other pogues and his parents.

#pope heyward #obx #outer banks #pope obx #pope hayward x reader #pope x reader #pope heyward prompt #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward fanfiction #pope heyward smut #pope heyward x y/n #⋆ pope heyward fic ⋆#boyfriend!pope

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when john b is wanted by the cops, leopard!reader uses her pretty privilege to get the pogues some sustenance in the form of shitty pizza.

the roughed up teens sit in the crowded truck, seats reclined to keep them out of view of any passers-by who were drooling for that reward money. the yellow-ish light coming from the ‘urban slice’ sign illuminated the side walk, casting eerie shadows across the faces of the teens and distorted reflections against the windows.

“does anyone have any more cash to contribute?” clearly irritated, pope tries again, shaking the few coins he has in the palm of his hand, giving expected looks towards everyone. the silence was all the evidence he needed and he lets out a long sigh.

“dude, i’m so hungry i could eat my own arm.” jj pipes up, throwing his head back against the seat and flopping his arm around for empasis. the girl with her head on his lap gives him a sideways look, teeth crunching down loudly on the hard candy, completely unamused by his antics.

“only time i’ll agree with jj.” kiara adds from the driver’s seat, throwing an arm over her eyes and groaning. jj scoffs. “how much you got pope?” the second girl asks, sitting up from her laying position against jj and eyeing up pope expectedly. “uh-“ he starts, jingling the coins around between his palms to count. “79 cents.” he almost winces, eyes flitting to the girls face as she throws herself back against the leather seat with a groan. “great.”

“will you all shut up, for even five seconds? please.” john b asks with his eyebrows furrowed, turning his body to face the three in the backseat, eyes trained specifically on the girl with a short temper. “acting like i can’t hear your stomach rumbling from here.” she quips back, arms crossed over her chest, an equally unamused expression on her face.

huffing impatiently, she takes one last glance at her unhelpful friends, reaching over pope to pull the handle of the door. “since none of you losers wanna help-“ she starts, climbing over pope’s stunned body and jumping down onto the pavement, her sneakers smacking the concrete. “i’ll just do this myself.”

“um- i know i’m not the plan guy but i’m not really seein’ how this is workin’ out.” john b adds from the front seat, eyeing her suspiciously through the dirty window and she rolls her eyes, a little grin gracing her lips, teeth glinting in the shifty light.

“i got this. ‘kay?” she directs the questions at everyone, but her eyes are still trained on john b’s, blinking slowly as his eyes widen ever so slightly, his whole attitude seemingly changing. “uh- yeah whatever, be safe n’ stuff.” he nods, ignoring jj’s teasing from the backseat.

she gives everyone a once over, returning kiara’s supportive thumbs up with sticking her tongue out, slamming the car door and starting towards the borderline abandoned pizzeria.

she pushes open the door, big smile on her face directed to the only person behind the counter, a boy about her age, his cheeks noticeably redden as he looks her over, he hesitantly returns a little smile as she shoves her hands into the back pockets of her shorts, back arched a little and tits pushed forward as she eyes up the menu overhead.

her eyes are big and innocent as she blinks slowly at the menu, eyes flitting to his once she’d decided. “could i please get a large pizza, deep dish.“ she starts, eyes trained on him intently as he nods, stabbing nervously at the shitty screen, attempting to take her order.

“um- what toppings?” he hiccups out, her eyes widen a little and she pouts her lips a little, looking to the side as if she was thinking. “hmm..” she mumbles, bouncing on her heels a little, boobs practically in his face as she reels of her incessant list of toppings.

“cool. uh- will that be all?” he asks, scratching behind his ear awkwardly as he tries to keep his eyes on her face. “mhm. and a strawberry milkshake, extra whipped cream.” she smiles, rapping her nails against the chipped marble counter, tips of his ears reddening as he processes the order and quickly scurries into the back without another word.

she smirks to herself, pulling out her phone and swiping onto whatever app to pass the time, elbows leaning against the counter as the guy sneaks glances at her whilst sprinkling olives onto her pizza.

sliding her order across the counter to her. “that’ll be $12.95.” he nods, and she smiles, a little too confidently for someone who currently doesn’t even have a cent to her name. “for sure.”

she reaches into her bra, purposely making a show of dipping hem of her tank down to show the lace of her bra. “oh shoot.” she whispers, theatrically patting down the rest of her pockets and sighing when she expectedly finds nothing, concealing her smirk at the way his gaze followed her hands, shamlessly taking up and down her body as she pouted.

“i must’ve forgot my purse..” she mumbles, throwing one hand down at her side, giving her best puppy eyes to the scrawny boy and he goes red, something that seemed to be routine for him. “uh, y’know what, it’s on the house. closing up this shit hole in half an hour or so anyways-“ he coughs up the excuse, clearly a lie but she was thankful anyway.

“really?” she smiles, canines gleaming as she picks up the pizza box, milkshake in the other hand, wrapping her lips around the shitty paper straw and taking an overly suggestive sip, eyes closed and fluttering as she lets out a pleasured noise.

“that’s really good.” she smiles, he’s bright red by this point and she’s feeling a little bad, although she does take pride in making perverted men uncomfortable, he seemed sweet so she left it at that. “see ya!” she turns on her heel, waving behind her as the little bell above the door chimes to signal her exit, sneakers tapping against the concrete as she slides open the truck door again, the smell of freshly baked pizza filling the senses of the starved teens.

“someone order a pizza?”

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moonpascaltoo · 2 months

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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all santiago garcia stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST 𖤓 OSCAR ISSAC CHARACTERS 𖤓 05/26/24

✰ @groguspicklejar

✧ sweet nothings

+ It's never easy choosing between your feelings and your friendship. In other words, Santi has to decide if he wants the new guy in town to snatch you up or if a friendship will have to be ruined.

✰ @violentdelightsandviolentends

✧ tethered

+ The lines of friendship blur when you’re this close. Also known as - each of the times you’ve kissed Benny, Frankie, Santiago and Will.

✰ @romanarose and @missdictatorme

✧ honest mistake

+ Santi goes into a panic one morning when he realizes it's your birthday, the first since you and him got together at Will's engagement party... and he forgot. In a hurry, he calls on his team to pull off a special day in order to make it seem as if he this all planned out ahead of time.

✰ @clazaries

✧ the thin line between victory and survival

+ Having been newly promoted, your first mission with Delta Force goes wrong and you have to deal with the consequences of going against Santiago's orders.

✰ @marc-spectorr

✧ drabble

✰ @bits-and-babs

✧ bunny-girl

+ When convinced to retrieve the money left by Frankie and his team left at the bottom of a canyon in Peru, you have to deal with the most annoying person you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.

✰ @youvebeenlivingfictional

✧ under the covers part 2 part 3

+ It had been some time since you’d seen Santiago Garcia, sure…But you recognized the moderate contempt that he’d regarded you with before receding, replaced by curiosity

✧ fooled around and fell in love

+ He raised his brows, intrigued, and the giggling one grinned. He’d assumed he’d be the one on the prowl that evening. Apparently he’d been wrong.

✧ you shouldn’t

+ Santiago kisses like he’s drowning, like he’s fighting a losing battle. Maybe he is; the man hadn’t told you much about himself. Small talk over the drink you gave him has been how long he’ll be in the states, the fact that he’s leaving for work.

✰ @softlyspector

✧ then and now part two

+ The boys want a second pass at that fucking money. They need your help. The only problem is that you and Santiago aren't talking, not anymore, not since everything went so sideways.

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier #santi x reader #pope x reader #santiago garcia imagine #santiago garcia fluff #santiago garcia smut #santiago garcia angst #oscar issac characters #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac

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foranidalas · 3 months

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how about pope fingering reader in the back of the twinkie ..

oh anon .. this concept 😵‍💫

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

“john b is going to kill me,” he stresses as you drag him by the hand over to the battered van with a devilish giggle. you’re quick to push him into the unlocked car, stumbling on top of him as you try to hurriedly press your lips against his.

“jesus— slow— slow down?” you’re all over him, his body half on the couch seat of the van, and he’s desperately trying to find the lock so as to minimize the chance that someone were to show up unprompted. your hand flies to his jeans, now seated on top of him, desperately trying to undo his belt buckle in a surge of adrenaline.

“missed you— so much—“ you mumble in between kisses, keening into his touch as his fingers massage into your thighs, still trying to get you to slow down a bit, “you saw me this morning,” he reasons, sucking in a sharp breath as you finally undo his pants, not hesitating to fit your hand into the opening.

“yeah, that was like, hours ago.”

“it’s eleven thirty—“

“shut up, pope.”

you’re quick to undo your own pants now, haphazardly pulling your shirt off, breasts spilling out from your bra. you laugh at the way it makes his lips part, eyes focusing completely on the lace of your bra and the way it compliments your soft skin. he reaches to grab the back of your thigh, just below the fold of your ass, pulling you under him swiftly before you could assume complete control of the situation.

he’s on his knees now, and your legs find their way over his shoulder as he inspects the want evident on your underwear. two fingers reach to rub you through the fabric, and you stifle a whimper. “pope..”

“isn’t this what you wanted? don’t worry, i’m gonna give you what you need.”

your head falls back as he moves his fingers to tug your panties to the side, pad of his index quick to find the wetness pooling by your hole. he coos, and it makes your face burn with embarrassment.

when he finally dips a finger in, knuckles deep, you let out a deep groan. he’s quiet as he find his rhythm, twisting and curling his long digits as he tries to find what makes you cry out in the specific way you like. he’s studying your every reaction, every twitch of your body and sound of your lips, face scrunched in a way you can only describe as pure desire as he watches you writhe above him.

every protest you make is cut off by a different thrust of his hand. you wanted more of him, you had since you’d tricked him into meeting you here, but he was determined to have you fall apart with his hands alone. he slides another finger in agonizingly slow, and your hand flies to grip his hair as you try to maintain composure. your eyes flutter closed, and he angles his fingers up farther into your cunt.

“look at me.”

when you do, it only stirs you on more. his gaze is hard, eyes loyal to maintaining contact with your desperate ones. the dominance of it only brings you closer to release. it’s all he’s said to you since he’s brought you apart with his fingers, and it does something to you. your lips part as he brings you closer, brows scrunching as you search for some sort of purchase. his eyes are still locked in with yours, and you can see him fight back his smile.

“let go, baby. just let go.” it sends you over the edge, body falling limp as you cry out weakly. he doesn’t stop thrusting into you as your orgasm takes you over, fingers repeatedly massaging that one spot inside of you that has you falling apart. you try wiggle your way away from him, overstimulation replacing pleasure, but he clamps a firm hand to your thigh to keep you from moving.

“give me another one,” you can see his hardness through the thin material of his briefs, strained and neglected, but his tone commands you keep your eyes on his, and you struggle to find it in you to fight back.

when he finishes you off for the third time, he pops his fingers in his mouth with a cocky smile, sucking off the remnants of your juices happily. it makes you roll your eyes, before you jump at the sound of sudden intrude.

“seriously, dude? pope?” john b calls from outside the twinkie, hand covered over his eyes as he shamefully shakes his head at the two of you. strings of curses fall from his mouth as you scramble to find your clothes and put them on, scolding you as you giggle as you do so. you can faintly hear jj wolf-whistle from next to john b, and popes face falls in his hands, red from embarrassment.

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱#εïз pope prompt !#pope heyward prompt #pope heyward #pope x reader

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inlovewithpandora · 3 months

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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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