#pope heyward preferences

[cantstoptheimagines]

Cuddling

Summary — Preferences for JJ Maybank, John B Routledge, Kiara Carrera, Pope Heyward, and Sarah Cameron from Outer Banks!

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Literally just a bunch of fluff!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,194. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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jj maybank

a good home life isn’t something jj knows much about. he often finds himself staying at john b’s place. and even though he knows his best friend would never kick him out, he still has a habit of leaving after a night or two. when it came to your house, however, jj didn’t give a shit. he’d happily overstay his welcome if it meant he got to spend some extra time with you. he sneaks through your window in the middle of the night. (even though he’s told you to lock it about a million times by now.) as soon as he’s inside, he slips out of his clothes. he’s eventually left in a pair of dark briefs as he secretly thanks you for buying a small night light just so he could see in the darkness whenever he came in. he can tell you stayed up a little too late. you’re lying on your back with your hand loosely clutching your phone that sits on your stomach. jj can’t help but smile at the sight of you. he lifts the blankets so he can climb into the warmth of your bed. he quietly sits your phone aside before draping himself over you, nuzzling into your side. his head is tucked beneath your chin as one of his arms slides beneath your shirt, gently tracing over your skin with his calloused fingertips. the sensation of his warm palms brings you out of sleep. eyes still closed and heavy with dreams, you slowly begin combing your fingers through his blond hair. “wanna talk about it?” he tilts his head in order to layer a few kisses against your collarbones. he then hides his face against your neck, taking in your scent as he whispers, “not right now. go back to sleep, baby.”

john b routledge

to say your boyfriend was ‘clingy’ would be an understatement. you were positive that if john b could literally glue himself to you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. he’s always in your space, desperate for every sliver of attention he can obtain. his attachment to you, however, comes out the most whenever he finally gets you alone. he’ll stumble into the château after a long day of work. having recently taken up mowing the lawns of some kooks, his tan has gotten deeper and his skin often glows with sweat. despite being exhausted, he still grins when he spots you on couch, quietly reading a book. he doesn’t hesitate to flop down on top of your legs. you can’t contain the grunt that escapes you as he shuffles upward, shoving his head beneath your book. he hovers over you with a bright smile, and asks, “can you scratch my back, babes?” goosebumps rise on your skin as he shoves his face against your neck and begins leaving a long trail of kisses. with a sigh, you close your book and put it aside, which is rather difficult due to the presence of your new, human version of a weighted blanket that now lies on top of you. john b shifts to where he rests between your legs rather than directly on top of them. impeccable timing, really, since they were already falling asleep beneath him. as he rests his cheek against your shoulder, your hands glide beneath the fabric of his shirt. he’s still warm from being in the north carolina sun all day. and he lets out a groan as you slowly begin scratching his back in a soothing motion, “feels good. i love you so much.” “love you too, john b.”

kiara carrera

when it comes to parties, kie likes to stick by your side. the two of you sit with the other pogues, laughing around at a small bonfire on the beach and making fun of drunk tourons. kie sits on a driftwood log. you, meanwhile, take up a spot on the sand, sitting next to her legs. she smiles against her cup as you absentmindedly run your hands along one of her calves. you’re far too engrossed in a conversation with jj to realize what you’re doing. at least, that’s what kie assumed. the moment she attempts to get up, you’re tightening your grip and leaving jj to start drunkenly bothering john b, pope, and sarah. you look up at her with a small smile, “where are you going?” “getting another drink,” she chuckled, especially when you didn’t remove your hand. “do you wanna come with me?” like she even had to ask. you’re up and ready to go within mere seconds. she wraps an arm around you and kisses your temple, smiling at the way you refuse to let her go.

pope heyward

when you first began dating, you had gotten a feeling that your boyfriend wasn’t necessarily a big pda guy. after a long talk about his boundaries, you ended up being right. pope can be shy at times, but that doesn’t bother you. it just means you have more chances to initiate affection, which you do a lot. he’d just prefer those moments to happen in private more often than not. he always welcomes you with a smile whenever you come over. his dad was working late, leaving the two of you alone for a date night. as pope cooks dinner, you wrap your arms around him from behind. he continues stirring with one hand while the other grasps tightly onto one of yours, pressing them into his stomach with a smile. he likes the way you hide your face against his back as he asks you about your day, especially when your replies are smothered by his shirt. he lifts your joined hands and kisses each of your knuckles gently. once he’s done, however, both of his hands are needed to chop up some vegetables, much to your disappointment. your palms glide over his stomach and hips. for a moment, pope thinks you’re trying to tickle him. he quickly finds himself grinning for a different reason instead. your hands slide lower until they can slip into the front pockets of his board shorts. you quietly mumble something that he’s unable to hear against his back. he glances over his shoulder at you with raised eyebrows, dimples showing in his cheeks, “hmm?” you meet his pretty brown eyes with a smile, “i said you’re the best.”

sarah cameron

she likes spending time with you at the beach, spread out on a large picnic blanket. the two of you even have a special spot beneath a small cluster of trees that sit by the edge of the sand. as she rambles on about whatever stunts rafe had pulled recently, she snuggles into your side. the shade of the trees is what allows her to do so since they kept either of you from becoming too hot in the summer air. she’s tucked underneath your arm, smiling as one of your hands gently rubs her back. the other is in her grasp and she’s quietly intertwining your fingers with hers. “i just wish he’d get it together, ya know?” she mutters. “he never listens to me when i try to help him.” “yeah. your brother can be a real jerk sometimes.” “thank you!”

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[princessbrunette]

How would the guys react to reader calling them “pookie” 😭😭

rafe:

because why would you say that. he feels emasculated. confused. unsure. scared.

jj:

turns around and just says it back to you. “pookie? that’s a new one, babe.”

pope:

doesn’t react. accepts his fate. just blinks at you like a cat.

john b:

“uhhh, pookie?” he just repeats it. but kinda doesn’t gaf cos he has bigger fish to fry .

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #jj maybank prompt #john b prompt #pope heyward prompt #this format is taking me out #gif imagines….. so 2012 1D preferences core

[rafetopia]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

- 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

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

genre: soft smut and lots of fluff

words: ~3.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I believe that’s my line, baby.”

“But you’re pretty too.” You giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you?”

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

“Yes baby, please.”

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

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

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

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

“Pope baby, wake up.”

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

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

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

“Careful, baby.”

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

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

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

“Oh shit.”

“Yep.”

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

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[ghxstyfae]

Little Lamb ♡ JJ Maybank

Warnings: toxicish jj (but in a hot way), innocence/corruption kink, sex, smoking, vaping, weed, nsfw, consensual somnophilia

JJ met Lamb in the public library, she was studying in the summer, and he had just come in to get out of the heat

She was a pretty little thing, long platinum blonde hair, pale unblemished skin, and bright gray eyes.

He pulled up a chair beside her, despite almost every other spot being open.

"Hi cutie"

That sorta snapped her out of her concentration, she stared at him with wide eyes for a second, "hello... you're jj right?"

She knew who he was from Pope Heyward, a friend and study partner from school.

He only affirmed with a nod, and started fiddiling with the fabric of her skirt, and looking at her textbook

She was wearing something like this, floral sun dress, very cottagecore

"Why are you reading a school textbook. We just left that hellhole like two weeks ago." Its less of a question as he closes the book, even though she protests quietly mindful of the librarian who was watching them closely

He picks up her tote bag and put the book away, shes just staring at him with furrowed brows

"Your friends with Pope huh? Hes talked about you, little lamb."

She nods at him blankly, and he smirks

"Yeah, im uh, going to meet up with him and the rest of them at the ice cream shop just across the road, you wanna come cutie? Any flavour on me"

It took very little convincing, and from their the rest is history

She was naive and shy, didnt like talking to strangers, liked to sleep, etc

People actually expected their relatshionship to end pretty quickly

JJ was loud and busy, she was quiet and liked lazy sundays, but it worked for them

They balanced eachother out, and JJ liked the position of control she allowed him to have on her

He was her first everything besides kiss. First official boyfriend, he took her virginity, first time smoking weed or vaping,

He loved that.

She actually enjoys smoking weed quite a bit, and JJ buys her pens because they're easier on her sensitive little lungs

He likes getting her all high in chateau, lifting her skirt and sitting her on his cock, even infront of the other guys because it's the only time shes not too shy

JJ learned the best way to turn Lamb on is talking her through it, specifically about what they wanted in the future

Things like marrying her and buyiny a little ranch with a couple cows, chickens, and of course lambs to take care of, gonna give her babies, etc

One day she got bold and decided to buy some lingerie, something like this or this. She just lays on the bed reading her book until he gets home

Maybe he gets home late that day, and shes all upset because she was trying so hard :(

But maybe shes still feeling bold and writes a little consent letter before she goes to bed and puts it on her pillow, as she snuggled up under a thin sheet on his pillow

When he comes home hes shocked when he reads the letter, because his little lamb would never write those naughty words. As turned on as he was he was kinda skeptical, but when he takes the sheet down and sees what shes wearing

He triee so hard at first not to wake her up, just gentle touches turning into gentle thrusts, but she whines her in sleep and grips onto him, burying her head in his neck, that just makes him feral

He ends up waking her up accidentally as he starts pounding into her, marking up her beck and leaving hickies

and she just melts into him when she fully wakes up, clinging onto him and just letting him take care of her

They are lowk a sorta traditional couple when it comes to masculine and feminine roles (??) Because thats what they prefer

Like Lamb is very feminine and girly, she likes to cook and likes to have a clean house so she does those chores. He does all the lawnwork and takes out the trash, they both work

Lamb always has peanuts on her to feed chipmunks??

#jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank headcanon #jj x reader #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx

[catherinnn]

I'm really sorry.

JJ Maybank x reader (happy ending), Pope Heyward x reader (angst)

JJ wasn't really paying attention when Pope tells him about his new crush, that's why he ends up flirting with her and accidentally starting a relationship with her, until Pope can't believe that JJ is such a bad friend, and he gets a chance to explain himself, would he be able to forgive him?

warnings: mentions of sex, angst, fighting, alcohol consumption, you will want to hug Pope really tight.

words: 3.6 k

“Oh wait, I need another drink!” You said while you stopped dancing for a minute and went to the table where all the drinks were. You decided to go out tonight with your friends to the annual bonfire that was being held at the cut. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, the juice and the ice and started pouring it in your cup, when you noticed someone staring. JJ Maybank, you didn’t really know him much, never really talked to him—well, directly at him, you did talk about him with your friends noticing how cute he is.

“Hi?” You said when he kept watching you.

“Hey sorry, I was just about to offer you a beer” he says.

“Oh no thanks, I’m having vodka”

“You prefer vodka over a beer?” he said in a judgmental tone.

“Well, don’t say it like that! It’s good, I promise”

“”Yeah it’s good, but not as good as beer”

“That’s cause you haven’t tried mine yet”

“Oh, I doubt it, sweetheart”

“Here” you handed him your cup and he grabbed it with a questioning look. He took a sip, then a second one, and a smirk showed up on his face.

“It’s good sweetheart, I’ll have to give you that” You smiled at him. “Now you have to try my beer though”

“What’s the difference between a JJ beer with the regular beer?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, you see, I always pick the best one, it’s like a talent”

“A very impressive one” you joked and took the beer to try it. “Mmh, that’s… really something else” you said sarcastically. Obviously it tasted like all of the others.

“Right? Well, I have a proposal for you, we’ll share that beer and this cup of vodka together and that way you’ll have to stay by my side for the rest of the night” he flirted.

“Oh, do I really have that kind of a privilege?” you joked.

“Well, thanks to your amazing vodka and your pretty face, you earned it by far”

“Ohh, lucky me!” you smirked and accepted his offer.

The night went on with you both drinking, dancing, and flirting a lot. Going from group to group until you got to JJ’s friend group, the pogues. Now, this wouldn’t have to be problem if Pope didn’t tell JJ he had a crush on you a few weeks prior, on another party that you attended too.

“How can I do this faster than Kie, she always wins” JJ complained to Pope while he examined the can of beer so he could figure out how to drink it faster than Kiara when they were playing that game. But Pope’s attention wasn’t entirely on his friend, he was watching you dance and talk with your friends for afar.

“She’s- just gorgeous” he mumbled thanks to all the alcohol he drank tonight. “Have you seen her? Y/n I mean”

JJ didn’t really pay attention to him as he kept thinking on techniques to drink the can faster than his other friend. “Maybe it’s not the can, maybe it’s the swallowing technique”

JJ mumbled to himself but Pope ignored him to keep talking about you. “God, I’ll never have a chance with a girl like her, what am I thinking?”

But JJ did pay attention to that part, he didn’t really know which girl he was talking about, but he knew his friend was probably wrong.

“Dude, no, don’t say that, you do have a shot”

“You think?” Pope asked him while he almost tripped because of how drunk he was.

“Maybe not tonight, but the next party when you’re more sober, you’ll definitely talk to her” JJ said. He didn’t even listen to which girl, but he was sure his friend had a chance, he was very smart and a good-looking guy.

Now back to the bonfire night, JJ’s chance with you night. You having JJ’s arm around your shoulder, sharing drinks, dancing together, flirting shamelessly in front of everyone in this party, in front of all the pogues, in front of Pope, didn’t really give Pope the most comfortable night out with his friends.

He didn’t really say anything, just silently hating and wondering to himself how could JJ do this to him when he had, just weeks prior, told him to shoot his shot with you, that he totally had a chance. Unbelievable.

The rest of the pogues didn’t notice anything, they didn’t know, Pope had just told JJ about his crush on you. They all kept talking and dancing with you two, laughing or rolling eyes at every flirty comment you threw at each other.

“Alright! Just kiss her already” John B joked.

“Dude!” JJ said kind of embarrassed and you laughed.

“You two keep flirting, just kiss, you’re both desperately waiting for it” Sarah said this time. JJ looked at you with a smirk to check on your reaction, when he saw your blushed cheeks and your smile, he knew. Only if he had checked on Pope he would have seen his serious face clearly showing how uncomfortable and sad he felt. But he was busy lowering his face to meet yours and finally kissing you. All of his other friends were busy cheering and watching how cute you two looked together.

The night ended with you and all of the pogues in the Twinkie with John B driving everyone home. You decided to go to the chateau with JJ. You did hesitate at first, not wanting to be “easy” but then you thought of how much you actually wanted to go home with him and how sweet he was with you all night for him to think that low of you.

And after a long night of are you sure?’s and moans between the two of you, and a morning of wearing JJ’s clothes and sharing breakfast, Pope thought he could finally catch a break and start forgetting about you or having to watch his crush with his best friend instead of him. He really thought.

But just like Sarah and Kiara had told you, they’ve never seen JJ so enamoured with someone as he was with you. Giving you his shirts cause “they looked better on you anyway”, cooking with you, cuddling, or even spending the entire pogue’s hangouts either talking about you or texting you. His other friends found this very cute, finally witnessing what JJ is like when he’s whipped—like John B had put it.

But I say that Pope thought he could’ve caught a break is because here he was, a month after the bonfire party, yours and JJ’s party. He was on his way to the chateau to meet his friends and when he got there, he found you and JJ sitting together outside on the couch, just perfect.

“Hey” JJ was the first one to notice him walking in.

“Hi, Pope” you sweetly said. He simply nodded to your direction to at least acknowledge you two and then quickly went inside where the rest of the group was.

“That was weird” JJ stated but didn’t think much about it just yet.

A few minutes later everyone joined you outside. You didn’t notice this, but Pope chose the spot the furthest from you two.

JJ kept noticing how quiet Pope was being, serious face as if he was in a bad mood, and he wanted to cheer him up. So he tried to joke with him, the problem was when Pope didn’t respond, he didn’t even laugh. Thanks to this he started noticing how he would make small talk with Kiara, John B and even with Sarah. Just not with him. As if he was ignoring him for some reason.

“Pope, what’s going on with you today?” JJ started but Pope just shook his head not showing any emotion on his face. “Come on, you can talk to me, this is a safe space” JJ insisted.

“Oh, is it really?” Pope snorted. Everyone else kind of startled with this reaction.

“What? What’s going on man?” JJ asked again.

“I just don’t really think you would be my definition of ‘safe space’ right now, that’s all JJ” Pope answered, still clearly mad and hiding something.

“Why not? What do you mean?” JJ couldn’t understand why he was acting like this.

“You have no idea, do you?” Pope couldn’t believe him right now.

“About what? Dude!”

“Two months ago! I got really drunk at that party we went to and kept telling you how pretty Y/n was!” he exploded and told him the answer, not giving a shit that all of the other pogues and specially you were right there to listen too. It took you by surprise, you had no idea this had happened. JJ seemed to remember that night, the only thing he forgot was who the girl in question was that Pope had talked to him about. “And you told me I should try and talk to her the next time I saw her! But guess who got there first?”

“Pope-“

“No, JJ!”

“Pope, I wasn’t listening! OK?! I didn’t pay attention to who the girl was, I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Surprisingly, that doesn’t make me feel better! Just- fuck you, dude! Really!” Pope stood up and walked away ready to punch anyone who got in his way.

The group stood in silent for the next few seconds, everyone trying to process everything that had just happened. You could feel the looks of Kie, Sarah and John B going from your face to JJ’s back and forth.

The first one to break the silence was JJ. He turned to look at you and his gaze softened. “I’m sorry” he whispered, not able to believe that he really just did that. You walked to him. “I didn’t fucking know, I wasn’t listening when he told me-“

“It’s ok, J-“

“No, now I’m gonna have to choose between you two, and I don’t want to- I-“

“JJ, it’s gonna be ok, we’re gonna go talk to him and calm him down” Kiara and John B said before going to follow Pope.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you” JJ said to you, tears forming on his eyes and clearly panicking. You went to hug him tight.

“JJ, it’s gonna be fine, you won’t have to stop seeing each other. Remember when Kie made John B choose between me or her? And now we’re still all here-“

“That’s not the same, Sarah. I’m gonna lose both of them” JJ said in a week voice.

“You won’t” you whispered for him to hear. “Let’s just wait for John B to come back, and we’ll see what we do”

A few hours later, John B was back. JJ stood up again from the couch. None of you really said anything until he came back, you just kept hugging JJ and he tried to keep calm.

“So?” JJ asked.

“He’s more calmed now, he still doesn’t want to talk though. Give him time and maybe you can try tomorrow”

“Fuck” JJ complained.

“Did you get to talk to him a little?” Sarah asked this time.

“I don’t think he wants you to choose. It just took him by surprise to still have to see you two together after a month” John B said. JJ didn’t respond, just kept thinking and thinking. “Dude, I think you should get some sleep and we’ll try again tomorrow”

“Yeah, JJ” Sarah joined in.

“O-Ok, yeah. Could you stay over?” JJ turned to ask you. You nodded.

“Of course”

For the rest of the night, JJ was having a really hard time trying to sleep. His mind was re-playing the night when Pope had told him he liked you, and all that he could remember from that talk. He remembered telling him to talk to the girl, he remembered thinking that Pope most probably had a chance with whoever the girl was, it didn’t really matter. Then re-playing the night of the bonfire, when he saw you and thought you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, talking, flirting, and dancing with you. He remembered when the pogues encouraged him to finally kiss you, and he remembered kissing you, how he felt, how he even did that in front of Pope too. He started feeling like the stupidest person on this planet.

And while everyone else in the chateau were sleeping, even you, sleeping next to him, he had asked you to stay because he thought it could maybe help him get some sleep, he thought that if he spent the night alone in his room, he would only overthink everything so many times and wouldn’t end up sleeping at all. He wasn’t entirely wrong, he did overthink everything that night, but thanks to having you there too, he was able to catch a few hours of sleep eventually.

As the next day comes, JJ keeps fighting the negative thoughts like losing you, or Pope, or even both of you. A few hours into the afternoon, he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to give Pope all the time he needed, but he couldn’t concentrate or keep himself distracted anymore, he needed to talk to him.

“Give him some more time, you can’t expect him to get over it in just a day- not even 24 hours!” John B fought JJ and his impulses.

“I can’t just sit here all day and do nothing, I need to show him that I’m sorry, I need him to understand!” JJ explained.

“I know that! But when you’re mad, we give you the time you need to cool off” John B tried to explain but when JJ kept and kept fighting, he just gave up.

“Alright! You really wanna do this?! Okay, just let me come with you so I can mediate if he’s still mad” John B finally said, getting the keys of the Twinkie. 

Once they get to Pope’s, they find him working, helping his dad. They don’t say anything as they get out of the van, they just stand there looking straight at him. When Pope turns around and his attention is drown to the people at the door, his expression changes, from his resting face to an annoyed and serious one.

“Of course it’s you two” Heyward, Pope’s dad, begins when he sees them. “Five minutes, you already had your break” he warns his son and lets him get out to talk to them.

“What?” he simply asks.

“I need to talk to you, I need to explain” JJ says.

“Just hear him out, man” John B tries to convince him. Pope only nods giving him permission to speak.

“I just- I’m sorry man, I really am. I did the shittiest thing and I did it to you and I just want you know that it wasn’t on purpose. The night you told me that I was pretty drunk too and just concentrated on some other shit that doesn’t even matter, and I didn’t pay attention to who the girl you were talking about was. I started paying attention when you said the things about not having a chance with her, and it didn’t matter who the girl was, I knew you weren’t going to have a problem with that and I didn’t want you to pull yourself down. That’s why I said you should talk to her the next time” JJ started explaining why he wasn’t paying attention the first time. “And then the next time we saw her, I didn’t know it was her, and I’m really sorry for what I did”

“I understand that” Pope slowly started. “What was actually hard to take was that you never spend more than a night or a week with a girl, or if you do, she doesn’t really spent so much time with us. That’s what made me react that way”

“I know, man, I'm sorry” JJ agreed.

“Listen, I’m not gonna ask you to stop seeing her, or I won’t stop being your friend. Just- just give me more time to get used to the idea of her being with you”

“Yeah, yeah, I just needed you to know… why I did what I did. Just- all the time you need, man”

Pope was about to say something more when his dad called him to get back to work. “I have to go now”

“Yeah, of course. Just- thank you, really” JJ says before leaving with John B again.

A couple of weeks later, you were meeting with the pogues again for a couple of beers and a bonfire among all of you. JJ and you had kept seeing each other throughout these weeks, you haven’t really seen the pogues in some time though, so it was nice to actually get invited again.

What was even nicer, was that Pope was already there too. You and JJ were wondering if the two of you together could ever enjoy the hangouts with the pogues again. Obviously JJ still hangs out with them, they were his friends first, you were the new one. JJ had told you that Pope seemed a lot better lately, he even asked him how things were going between the two of you, and he actually seemed happy when JJ responded that they were going really good.

At first, even though everybody was really happy to see you again, especially Sarah and Kie for having another girl in the group, you were still a little quiet and showing zero PDA with JJ— which wasn’t something usual for the two of you— but you did it so you didn’t make anyone feel uncomfortable. As the night continued, you let loose a little bit more, actually enjoying it a lot more.

Now, as you saw Pope getting up and going inside the chateau to get more beer, you got up too to follow him.

“Hey” you said so he would notice you went with him.

“Oh, hey” he said a little nervous, not really expecting you.

“Um, I just wanted to thank you for being so understandable I guess, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just wanted you to know I really appreciate it” you started.

“I’ve honestly never seen JJ so…whipped for someone, I couldn’t be the one fucking it up, it’s pretty funny to watch” he joked and you started laughing.

“Yeah, the guys have been saying that too” you tell him.

"Yeah really, we’ve never seen him so in love, I guess that’s what bothered me at first, cause it had to be with you. But, like I said, I just couldn’t be the reason for him to lose this” he admits.

“You’re such a good friend, Pope, really. All of you really are his family, and I’m happy he’s got all of you”

“He’s got you too, you’re the reason for him to be so happy lately, that makes you part of the family too” You could actually cry right now, his words were so thoughtful. “I was the one who told him to invite you tonight, everybody missed you a lot and I wanted to get to know you too”

“That sound great, I’d really like that” you gave him a smile and hugged him for being so unbelievably nice.

“Princess, what’s taking you so lo- oh hey” JJ came to look for you and was taken aback when he found you two hugging.

“Hey, we were just talking, I was actually welcoming her to the pogue family” Pope explained.

“Yeah, I came to thank him for being so nice and cool with us” you told JJ. He smiled and walked to you, hugging you by your shoulders and pulling you closer. “And he also told me how whipped I've got you” you joked.

“You do” he admitted.

“Never thought I’d see the day were JJ gets so corny” Pope admits. “You need to ask her bro, it’s been long enough” he tells JJ and you don’t really understand what he’s talking about.

“You sure you're okay with it?” JJ asks him and Pope nods smiling. Then he walks back out with everyone else.

“What was that about?” you ask JJ confused.

“I really like you, like really really like you. You’ve got me whipped just like they said. You don’t even know how scared I got of losing what we've got when Pope got mad” he explains, you actually do know the feeling of being scared to lose this, you felt it too. “After I made sure he was okay with us together, I asked him if it would be okay if I asked you to be my girlfriend and he said he wanted me to, so… would you be my girlfriend, please? Cause I really like you and I can’t risk losing you” he asks grabbing you by your waist.

“I really like you too J” you admit with a smile. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend”

The biggest smile appears on both of your faces, he pulls you closer and kisses you, still smiling. You play with his hair, enjoying this moment with all you've got.

After you break the kiss before it becomes more heated— you will have time for that later tonight— he gives you a few more pecks on the lips and hand-by-hand you walk back outside where all the pogues are waiting for you expectantly.

“Guys, I’d like to present you… my girlfriend, new official member of the pogues now too” JJ says with some suspense and they all shout and cheer as if their soccer team just won the world cup or something, real emotion. You can’t stop laughing and smiling, this was your family now.

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𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦? (series)

(synopsis…) 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 - 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽 ❝You're a hard man to love and I'm. A hard woman to keep track of. You like to rage, don't do that. You want your way, you make me so mad❞

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

○○○ Rafe first saw Y/N when it was a hot summer day, He was lounging by the his familes private dock, nursing a hangover. He spotted John B. coming in from a day of work on the Cameron's yacht. With him was a her, She was carrying a basket of freshly washed towels for the boat, her face flushed from the heat. Rafe found himself captivated by her innocence and purity, so different from the usual crowd he hung out with. He was drawn to her kindness and empathy, characteristics that were starkly absent in his own personality.

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!

○○○ Strong language, sexual/suggestive content, angst, violence, dubcon, underaged drinking, substance abuse, toxic relationship, age gap, verbal abuse, obsession and stalking.

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!

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○○○ I do not own Rafe Cameron or any of the OBX characters. I don't own the plot of this series since it follows the plot of outer banks.

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄!

○○○ Hi... So, you may have noticed that I have a new story brewing after you've been left to tenderly babysit the last one for a few months. You're probably thinking, "Really? Another one? Doesn't this author know the definition of 'focus'?"

But I don't so...

Stay tuned, and stay patient.

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Hey! Can I request a pope heyward fic. Preferably fluff, possibly he’s getting worked up over his college interview so she takes him out on a date to calm down or literally just whatever you want to write I don’t mind.

mathematically right together ♱ pope heyward

You swear he's been staring at the numbers for hours. And you've just had to sit here in silence and wait. You usually have more patience than this, but you're just about worn thin with him.

You're freaking bored and miss the attention of an almost-boyfriend. (It's complicated. But not really, you’re both just scared teenagers.)

You’re staring at the back of his neck, upside down. Your head hangs over the edge of his bed. There’s a small, soft ball in your hands. You’ve been fidgeting with it for ten minutes now. It’s lost your attention about four minutes ago.

He’s bent over his desk, pencil tight in his grasp. The veins in his arms look like they’re trying to escape. And if you got up, you could lick the tension off his neck. He looks so stressed.. But you aren’t sure why. If there’s anyone out there who’s good at math, it’s Pope.

Still, it’s a test, and then it’s the scholarship, then his future.. and whatever else happens when you’re no longer a high school student. You’re not all that worried like he is.

You can’t bite your tongue anymore. “Pope..” You’re whining. Whatever.

You see the pencil pause and the veins in his arm calm the slightest. He spins around in his chair, his eyes going a little wide at your redden face. “Don’t sit like that. Your heads going to explode, squirt.”

You roll your eyes and roll over onto your stomach and you gasp a little at the funny feeling. Pope sends a smug, knowing smile and you glare at him for being so smart.

“You okay?” He ask regardless, and you smile. It’s all warm and soft and you want to hold his hand. You shrug as best as you can while laying across his bedspread. “I miss you.”

You watch his jaw slack a little and his eyes soften. “What do you mean? I’ve been here. You’re in my room.”

You roll your eyes again, he’s clueless, sometimes. “You know, if you stare at those numbers anymore.. they’re going to crawl off the page and stab your eyes out. They want to be left alone.” Pope snorts at your words and you beam at the noise. “Nice,” he mumbles.

You hum, little cocky smile on your face that he really fucking likes.

You climb off his bed and waddle towards him. You slouch into his lap, you take up one of his legs. He hums and has an arm slip around your waist to keep you floating. He kisses your upper arm gently, the arm that’s right in front of his face. You look down at him, adoring. “Can’t you just, like, take the rest of the night off? The test is in two days..”

He hums, eyes casted up on you. “You know, you should also be studying for this test. This was a study date.”

You roll your eyes, your best trait. “You know damn well that was not going to happen when you texted me. I have two days, like I said. I’ll be fine.” You will not be fine, but you don’t seem to really care.

Pope shakes his head with a warming smile. You know you’ve won. You beam and lean over the rest of him to his desk, you dramatically close his books. “Look. Numbers left you. What can you do now?”

Pope scoffs a laugh and squeezes your waist more. It drags a chill up your spine. “What do you wanna do, annoyance?” He asks up at you, caring.

You light up, like the sun in the morning over the horizon. You look really pretty, he thinks. Your hair is a careless mess from all your shuffling around. Your shorts got indentations on your thighs and they’re loose on your waist from wearing them all day. Your tee has been cropped way too short and hangs off one shoulder with a chopped off neckline. He can see that the straps of your bikini are stabbing into your neck. You don’t seem to mind. He’ll squeeze out the knots from your tanning skin later. He always does. He doesn’t mind. He likes to have you so close.

“Let me take you out, prize boy?”

He laughs again, eyes rolling as his forehead falls onto your upper arm. Your skin is warm against his own. You hum and drag your free arm up and over his hair. He slouches more into your hold. “See, the numbers got you all tense, P.”

He rolls his eyes again, even though you can’t see his face.

“I’m hungry,” he suddenly mumbles. You beam, “guess it’s a date then, hot shot?”

He could suffocate you in admiration. You’re making his skin run hot.

He lets out a shy laugh, and gently shoves you off him. “You’re freaking me out, annoyance.” You beam and scrunch up your nose at him, standing before him. He laughs, more calm. “Alright. We’re going out.”

You squeal a bit, winningly. You struck a hand out for him to grasp. “I’ll pay. My treat.” He takes your hand and scoffs at your words. “Yeah. Alright.”

When his hand is in yours, you squeeze it gently and drag him closer to you. He smiles calmly down at you. You beam and lean up on your tippy-toes, he meets you half way. His lips are soft against your own, and you taste like coconut.

God, he loves your bullshit.

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○ FLUFF | □ SPICE | ● ANGST | ■ SMUT |• HEADCANONS

◇ FEM! READER | ☆ GN! READER | 《》 MASC! READER

OUTERBANKS

JJ MAYBANK | RAFE CAMERON | KIARA CARRERA | JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE | SARAH CAMERON | POPE HEYWARD

THE MAZE RUNNER

MULTI-CHARACTER

THOMAS | MINHO | NEWT | TERESA | FRYPAN | GALLY | BRENDA | ALBY

(NOTE: Newt is canonically gay, confirmed by the author of TMR: James Dashner. Therefore, I will only write Masc and Gender-neutral reader out of respect for the character.)

THE 100

CLARKE GRIFFIN | JOHN MURPHY | BELLAMY BLAKE | OCTAVIA BLAKE | FINN COLLINS | JASPER JORDAN | MONTY GREEN | RAVEN REYES | HARPER MCLNTYRE

(NOTE: I have only seen the first two seasons pls don't shout at me.)

THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

(Please request characters for this, there are far too many to list.)

PETER PARKER

RORY CULKIN CHARACTERS

CHARLIE WALKER (Scream 4) | EURONYMOUS (Lords of Chaos) | GABRIEL (Gabriel 2014) | CLYDE (Electrik Children) | MIKE (5lbs of Pressure)

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS

(These are one-off characters I will write for and what they are from.)

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY | Call of Duty

RODRICK HEFFLEY | Diary of a Wimpy Kid

MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO | Deadly Class

MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

CICADA: OUTER BANKS FANFIC IDEA

Mazz Introduction

THE MAZE RUNNER FANFIC IDEA

Vol and friends introduction

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋. ⤸

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𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓. ⤸

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𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄. ⤸

amy santiago ⁑ jake peralta ⁑ rosa diaz

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘. ⤸

abed nadir ⁑ troy barnes

𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒. ⤸

james maguire ⁑ orla mccool

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ⤸

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ⤸

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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒. ⤸

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[cleoluvrr]

The Last Days of Summer VIII (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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word count: 2.5k+

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It was a very sullen summer after that day. The island mourned equally all around, the loss of Sheriff Peterkin, John B, and Sarah Cameron leaving a large impact on everyone who knew and loved them. 

The search for Sarah and John B had been fruitless, there was boat and no bodies, the two of them presumed dead by the hands of the tropical storm. The sheriff still had no justice, my brother and his friends telling everyone who will listen that John B was framed and the real killer is still out there. The police were still investigating, I’d walked past the station multiple times to see Ward Cameron in and out on various occasions.

School was dreadful for both Pope and I. I couldn’t go a day without hearing something about Sarah being corrupted by Pogues or how my brother was best friends with a criminal. I hear whispers about it every time I go to the club, my time there now kept to a minimum to avoid the constant reminder of John B’s death.

“Hey,” Londyn says. I raise my eyebrows at her, head leaning on my head as I pick at the food in front of me. “Cheer up.”

“I’m cheered.” I respond flatly. “Very cheered.”

“Riah, babe, you cannot be sad forever.” 

“Sorry for mourning my friend.” I push the plate away from me, no longer feeling hungry. Londyn sighs as she rises out of her chair, moving to stand behind me.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” She says, wrapping her arms around me. She rests her head on my shoulder and pouts at me. “You never want to leave the house and you’ve barely talked since that day. You guys weren’t even that close.” I scoff, pushing her off me.

“I practically grew up with him, Londyn. I’ve known him longer than you.” I feel slightly offended at her comment. “He was my first kiss. He may have pissed me off more often than not but I still cared about him.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” 

“No, you shouldn’t have.” I repeat irritably.

My phone rings for the tenth time that day, a blocked number popping up on the screen. I sigh, rejecting the call coming from the buzzing phone immediately. I repeat the motion three more times, ultimately shutting off my phone completely after the fourth call.

“Is that Rafe again?” I nod, setting my head on her dining room table tiredly. “Jesus Christ. He’s still calling you?” Londyn asks in disbelief.

“At least ten times when he’s sober, twenty if he’s high.” I say. “I prefer it over the actual stalking, which he also does.”

Since Sarah and John B went missing, Rafe has been harassing me nonstop. It was obsessive, stalkerish at the least. I’ve caught him waiting outside my school at least four times since it started. He drives past my house every other day, sometimes staking out to see if I’m going to appear. I couldn't go to Brye’s house, it was too close to Tannyhill. I barely go to the Island Club, dodging him was nearly impossible.

He calls and calls until I’m sure he’s blue in the face. Filling my voicemail box with messages about how he’ll leave me alone if I just talk to him. I’m not sure if that will actually stop the constant attempts at contacting me or just fuel him to do it more. I’m certain that my brother’s acts of vandalism on his property only makes it worse.

Londyn’s house is the only place he hasn’t been. He doesn’t know where she lives, so this is my safe place. I haven’t told my parents, nor am I planning to, but I’m sure my brother is somewhat aware of the situation. If he is, he hasn’t said anything, far too occupied with school and whatever it is he, Kie, and JJ do these days.

“Maybe I should just talk to him…” I say turning on my phone a few hours later, lying next to Londyn on her soft bed. She looks at me incredulously. 

“That is a terrible idea.” 

I told her what happened with Rafe at Midsummers and it took a lot of convincing for her to not tell her parents, and nearly begging on my knees for her not to go to the police when I showed her pictures of the bruises he left me. They were still there, the marks had faded over the week but still visible to the naked eye.

She was livid, and rightfully so I suppose. I never heard her say as many swear words in the years I’ve known her than in that moment. It's quite understandable that she doesn’t want me to contact him.

“Maybe it is.” I agree. The Apple logo lights up on my screen as my phone loads. “But I cannot live like this anymore.”

She says nothing as I unlock my phone, opening up the contacts app. I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should even do it, if it really is a bad idea. My phone rings again in my moment of hesitation, the device vibrating in my hand. I let it ring a few times before swiping the answer button, pressing the screen to my ear.

‘Put it on speaker.’ Londyn mouths to me. I wave her off.

“Hello?” I say. I hear nothing on the other end but silence. “Hello?” I repeat.

“Neriah?” I hear a familiar voice answer back. 

“Rafe.”

“You finally answered. I’ve been calling nonstop.”

“I’m aware.” I responded shortly. I hear his footsteps over the speaker, the phone picking up the sound of him pacing back and forth.

“Why have you been avoiding me? It’s been driving me crazy, y’know.” He says. “I don’t like it when people ignore me, Neriah.”

“What do you want, Rafe?”

“I need to see you. I need to see you right now.” I almost laughed at his demand, shaking my head at the curious girl lying next to me.

“That’s not happening.” I say into the microphone. “Ever.” I clarify.

“Well, I need it to happen. Or I’m going to do something bad. Really bad.” He threatens vaguely. “I don’t want to do anything bad. Do you want that, Neriah?”

“Rafe, you sound like a child right now. What do you want?”

“I’m not a child! I’m a man! I’m a fucking man, Neriah.” He snaps into the speaker, the volume of his voice in my ear causing me to flinch. 

“Okay. Did you call me so you can throw a temper tantrum?” I ask, feeling annoyed with myself for giving in and answering the phone.

“I’m gonna show my dad. I’m gonna show him that I’m a fucking man. I’m more of a man than he is. I’m gonna show fucking Rose, that bitch.” He goes on, not hearing what I just asked. “I’m gonna show you. I’m gonna show you that I’m not a child. I need you to see it in person.” 

“I’m not sure what you mean by that, but I think I’ll pass.” I scrunch up my face, cutting my eyes at Londyn. She tells me to put it on speaker again but I ignore her request. 

“Please, Neriah.” He begs, sounding more anxious as the call continues. I can’t tell if he’s high or not.

“Rafe, you assaulted my brother, you assaulted me, and you’ve been harassing me non-stop. Why the hell would I want to be anywhere near you?”

“I’m sorry!” He says, desperate for me to give him a chance. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I was just so angry. You made me so angry, I just couldn’t control myself. But I’m so sorry. I promise I’m not like that anymore. You just keep ignoring me and I need for you to come see me and then I’ll leave you alone.” He rambles on senselessly, repeating how sorry he is over and over.

“No, Rafe!” I raise my voice. “I don’t want to see you right now. I want you to stop calling me, I want you to stop sitting outside my school like a creep, I want you to stop driving by my fucking house! Leave me the hell alone.” 

The other end of the phone is silent for a minute and I almost think he hung up the phone. He starts chuckling on the other end of the phone, the sound of his pacing footsteps halted.

“You see, princess.” Rafe says, his voice quite ominous. The atmosphere of the call changed suddenly. “I can’t do that.”

“What do you mean you can’t do that? Just stop doing it.”

“No, no. You don’t understand, which I know is hard for you sometimes.” He implies that I’m stupid, which I scoff at. “I was trying to be nice. I was trying to give you a choice, but clearly you aren’t smart enough to make the right one. That’s okay though, because I can make it for you. I guess I’ll have to start doing that more often.”

“Excuse me?” I say. He laughs again.

“I want to see you. I need to see you. So that’s what I’m going to do.” He states matter of factly. “I don’t have to wait outside your house, or your school, or the club. I know where you are at all times, even when I’m not there.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’ll see you soon, princess.” He chuckles darkly, my heart tightening at the sound. “You looked very pretty today.” That’s the last thing he says before hanging up the phone.

I pull the phone away from my face slowly, looking at the device in shock and confusion.

“What did he say?” Londyn inquires, sitting up from her previous position.

I say nothing, staring at the blank screen silently with goosebumps forming all over my skin.

Rafe stopped calling after that. He stopped driving by my house and waiting outside my school. He stopped leaving notes at my door and showing up at my favorite places to hang out. I actually hadn’t seen him or heard from him in days, which was rather unusual as of lately.

It only made me more uneasy.

I kept my head on a swivel after that call, even more than before. Pope noticed my increased paranoia, eyeing me strangely when I would run inside the store anytime a dark truck drove by a little too slowly. He still didn’t ask, and I didn’t plan on telling him either.

My dad made me deliver groceries after I got home from school, barely giving me time to change out of my uniform before sending me off to Figure 8 in his boat. Pope was gone somewhere with his friends, no surprise there, and left me to help my parents with the store. 

The weather was still humid, the sticky heat leaving my thighs covered in sweat, slick as they rubbed together on the walk up to the club. I would have worn jeans had the weather allowed for it, the feeling of chafing uncomfortable in my dark denim shorts. I dropped off the handfuls of bags to the customers, greeting them politely before exiting the building.

My heart stops when I spot the boat, the vehicle occupied by none other but the person I had been avoiding so carefully. 

He catches my frozen figure in his gaze, smiling darkly at me as he watches me back away. I break into a sprint in the way I just came when I see him stand up, running around the club to get to the parking lot where hopefully someone will see me.

I hear him fast approaching behind me, his shoes slapping hard against the pavement as he gains on me. The parking lot is dark, the light of the sun barely peeking over the horizon. My heart pounds against my chest as I hear him get closer and closer, pushing myself to make my legs go faster. I’d never run so fast in my life.

Suddenly, I’m thrown hard against a car, the sound of my body hitting the metal loud in the quiet parking lot.

The wind is knocked out of me, elbow throbbing from the impact. I notice the model of the car and my stomach lurches, knowing exactly who owns it. Before I can recover, Rafe pushes me against the car with his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams.

“Shh, shh.” He hushes me, looking around the parking lot before setting his gaze on me again. “Calm down. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I bite into his palm as I twist in his hold. He hisses in pain and curses loudly, but he doesn’t remove his hand.

“Let me go!” I say, voice muffled by his palm.

He ignores my request, opting to open the back door of the car with his free hand as he drags me towards him. I turn away in defiance, his grip on my body unwavering as he pulls me into his front. I try to use my body weight to my advantage and drop myself to the ground like my father taught me, praying that his self-defense lessons actually come in handy.

“Stand up and get in the car.”

My attempts are in vain, Rafe’s muscles straining against my arms and back as he lifts me back up. He shoves me towards the open door, shushing me as he takes another look around the parking lot. I plant my kicking legs against the side of the car, using all my strength to push against the vehicle. 

“Get in the damn car, Neriah!” He says into my ear. He sounds fed up as he tries to restrain my lower limbs. “Stop fighting me!”

He backs up which causes my legs to suddenly drop from the car and back under me. He uses the opportunity to shove me into the car, breathing heavily from the struggle. I land on my stomach, turning over to kick at him again. The blonde was ready this time, catching my ankles and shoving my feet into the car.

I push my feet against the door as he moves to shut it but he’s stronger, my legs giving out at the force he uses it to slam it. I sit up quickly, harshly tugging on the door handle to escape. When it doesn’t open I try the other side. Before I can climb into the front seat Rafe gets into the car, clearly anxious.

I grab my phone out of my pocket, ready to call the police when it is snatched away and thrown into the front seat. He and I make eye contact and my heart beats a mile a minute at the sight of his hard face staring at mine. He looks far from happy, shoulders tense and eyes dark.

For the first time in a long time, I was afraid of Rafe Cameron; afraid of how far he’ll go if he doesn’t get his way.

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[priniya]

How do i get in your taglist?

heyy sorry i haven’t update my taglist in a while, i’m gon add you as soon as i’ll post sth. just hmu about which works u’d like to be updated!

the ones i mostly write (or plan on writing) about are

shameless (us) — mostly carl and debbie gallagher, but can also write for lip and tami

harry potter — basically anyone you came up with, the golden trio, the marauders, harry’s children era etc.

riordanverse — also anyone but would prefer percy, luke, frank, magnus, leo, will, platonic nico

mcu — bruce banner, peter parker (or tasm peter), pietro maximoff

stranger things — steve, robin, aged up dustin

haikyuu — also everyone

outer banks — my new fixation, jj maybank <3, rafe cameron n pope heyward and MAYBE kiara/sarah

atla — zuko, sokka, suki, katara :P

actors? celebrities — timothee chalamet, rudy pankow

#haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu one shot #hq x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #haikyuu!! #james potter x reader #percy jackson x reader #haikyuu fic #marauders x reader #tsukishima x reader #kenma x reader #regulus black x reader #james potter x you #carl gallagher x reader #harry potter x reader #sirius black x reader #angst #fluff #james potter smut #marauders fic

[thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles]

OBX Week 2023 Masterlist!!!

Day One: AU w/ JJ Maybank (September 4)

Coffee Shop AU

Day Two: The Very First Night w/ John B (September 5)

Guffy's Girl is One Hot-Ass Mechanic

Day Three: Reluctant Friends to Lovers w/ Sarah Cameron (September 6)

Seven Minutes in Heaven

Day Four: Second Chance w/ Rafe Cameron (September 7)

Betrayal is a Hard Pill to Swallow

Day Five: How You Get the Girl w/ Kiara Carrera (September 8)

Kie's Seashells

Day Six: Childhood Friends to Lovers w/ Pope Heyward (September 9)

Cleo Prefers Azaleas

Day Seven: 5+1 w/ Sarah Cameron (September 10)

Thank you to @surftrips for putting this week together! I'm super excited to see what everyone comes up with! (OG Post)

#obxweek23 #jj maybank x reader #john b routledge x reader #sarah cameron x reader #rafe cameron x reader #kiara carrera x reader #pope heyward x reader #masterlist #outer banks #obx fanfiction

[starfxkr]

Pope gets high/drunk with bsf!reader and ends up finding out that she is in love/has a crush on him (he does too just to be shy and akward to admit it) and they do some stuff from there yk (i have no idea if thay makes sense :(

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you referred to yourself as an “erudite smoker.” you said it kept your mind sharp, and your wits about you. pope never understood, preferring to "keep the signal clear" but he said his friends were stressing him out more than normal and eventually you convinced pope to smoke with you.

he was so cute when he was high— he was visibly relaxed, laughing at his own corny jokes, looking at you with this barely contained lovesick gaze.

when it came out, it was like word vomit, "you know i always liked you, heyward."

you passed him the joint and he took another hit and shrugged, "i like you too."

"no like...i like you...like i wanna fuck you. bad." you couldn't stop yourself, hugging your knees to your chest as your body got warmer-- this time from the weight of your confession, instead of the drugs.

so much for keeping your mind sharp.

"ohthankgod, cause i thought it was just me." it comes from him in such a rush of air you thought you misheard, staring at him with wild red eyes. "it's just yknow, you were always calling me a loser and messing with me i thought it was all platonic."

"that was me flirting with you." you deadpan.

"oh." he purses his lips like he's thinking and looks back at you, "wanna make out?"

"fuck yeah."

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#✨.txt #pope heyward prompt #🛸 anon

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

🔞 absolutely no minors. minors do not interact.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . this is my official call for tags. if you'd like to be tagged in my writing please COMMENT on this post the fandom/fandoms + any characters you'd prefer or go here to add your own name to the doc. Anything other than a COMMENT on this post or adding your name to the google doc itself won't be acknowledged because I don't want to get wrong what I tag you in. Below is a list of fandoms/characters I'm currently writing for... ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

American Horror Story

Dandy Mott

Jimmy Darling

Kit Walker

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Eddie Brock

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Riverdale

FP Jones

Jughead Jones

Sweetpea

Reggie Mantle

Scream Movies

Billy Loomis

Charlie Walker

Randy Meeks

Robbie Mercer

Stu Macher

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

John Winchester

Sam Winchester

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Stranger Things

Argyle

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Gareth Emerson

Jim Hopper

Johnathan Byers

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

[thecameronchronicles]

The ABC's of Pope Heyward

TW: Mentions of smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: a NSFW alphabet for Pope Hewyard.

WORD COUNT: 2500

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Anonymous asked:

ooh can we get a pope heyward nsfw alphabet?

The ABC’s of Pope Heyward 

Anatomy.

Pope adored every inch of your body and how it responded to every touch and beneath each kiss. He basked in learning your quirks, kinks, and hidden pleasures you had been too shy or reserved to address. He had a way of being able to pull such things from you with what he had studied and learned of your body reacting to his ambitions. Every flex of his hips. Every trace of his tongue. And even the dirty words, seldom in vulgarity but intense once spoken, would be consuming.

Breasts.

He collected and navigated your breasts until they were well appreciated. Not one more favored than the other, he supplied both the same amount of devotion as you allowed him the warmth of their joint cavern once joined together that he could set his cock between. But he insisted you would not make him come this way. Not when he didn't want you to worry about the mess you would make him leave behind.

Cum.

He set out to make you come first and hard. But he was addicted to your taste. The way he knew only he had learned of its delicious tang made in excess from him had made him a glutton to consume. And just as he had done this for you, you were eager to allow him to paint you however he pleased. Even if he was reserved with this, not wanting to leave you sticky, your pleas and whimpers were always met with his defeat as you were his release proudly. In quick rendezvous, it would be on your ass as he thrusted from behind, not wanting to finish inside quite yet. In the lengthy sessions, it would be anywhere from your tongue to your stomach, and his favorite; watching it drip from between your legs.

Dominant.

Despite his rather acquiescence behaviours, Pope was a dominant when alone. As lust and desire built to an eruption, he became a victim to his need for you. Pinning your hands flat, but he preferred to do so with his own touch as he wanted to feel your pulse within his grasp to validate your rush, but also your comfort. 

Expression.

You favored his facial expressions throughout the entire exchange. Everything from his wondrous eyes that widened from that initial arousal to the build to a climax that left him nearly delirious from what you could pull from him, you kept every detail ingrained within your mind. The crow's feet caused by screwed eyes, the agape part of his mouth that quickly closed to a clench as he growled your name while deepening himself inside of you, and the final scoff of disbelief to how you always fell so soft, perfect, deep, and warm, had always validated his release. 

Fingers.

He was articulate and meticulous with his fingers. He was skilled solely for your pleasure as he knew the perfect depth and curve to that g-spot set hidden within your sex. It was a fixation for you throughout the day as they performed otherwise innocuous tasks that you couldn't help but find as subtle foreplay. Assisting his father as those fingers were strained to lift would remind you of how they conformed to your body. The way he dressed would only return you to how he would shed you from your own clothes. Even the way he drove, fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, would lead your thoughts to remember how that grip felt around your hip or in your hair as he guided you per your initial request.

Gag and Guzzle.

After initial denial to how he didn't want you to gag or cry, you would convince him with seductions and his weakening stubbornness that this was what you wanted. And even if he attempted to remain with your comfort in mind, he couldn't deny how sinfully angelic you were wrapped around his cock. The depth you took him would cause you to gag rather violently, as he would validate your well being with a soft correction to your hair or cheek, only to have you take him deeper. Many instances in which you drove him to an edge to which he could not pull himself back from, leading you to guzzle him in a single swallow, smiling with pride at how you'd won him over. 

Hygiene.

Following every exchange would come the cautious aftercare of your well being in his hands. Although the orgasm was the selfish ambition, this had been what he longed for the most. That moment of sensuality as he was able to witness the evidence left behind of what you had endured for him. If your skin was scratched or bruised, a kiss would be left over its battle scar. If you were more tender than numb, he would massage you into ease. But he favored the closeness of these moments, whether it be a shower, a bath, or a collection of you in his arms as you stood before the sink, to be a part of any care was an ambition greater than any orgasm.

Intimacy.

Candles. Music. An ambiance of safety would be established every chance he had. Not to mention the way he would craft each motion to be sensual until eventually becoming lost in you. He favored this above all else. A climax was fleeting, but the intimacy would remain. It was why he could not have one night stands or meaningless sex. Pope was a romantic. The kind where flowers and dinner dates would be needed prior to any undressing. And you were the lucky girl who was able to learn both the sendual and sexual side of Pope Heyward.

Jackhammering.

It was frequently corrected in any interaction with him, but the ruthless pounding made itself known in every encounter. Those poundings of necessity and greed that left him whimpering for you would be altered to outlast by the hand you brought to his chest or kiss pressed softly to his mouth to keep from expiring too quickly. Of course, it would return at those final moments that spilled you both over on ecstasy.

Kinks.

He rarely told you no for a reason, the reason was more than just wanting to please you. This was because he had kinks of his own. Bondage having been one you learned quickly, you also discovered how he was a switch, able to be whatever you wanted, all while quelling his own desires simply by pleasing you. 

Lace.

He adored you in, and out, of everything. But when the skin he saw as flawless would be wrapped in any form of lace, you would bring him to his knees proverbially and otherwise. But you always left him torn between wanting to keep you concealed beneath the articles of clothing or tearing it to shreds where you stood. Al for the contradiction it allowed him in thinking of you. Innocent in lace but a sinful vixen beneath. For this, he would find ways to keep the best of both, exposing your breasts as he focused on either breast, and pulling your panties to the side before actually removing them. Up until that last minute in which he needed skin-to-skin contact as he plowed into you. 

Medical Kink.

He didn't like to role play as he wanted to simply exist as the two of you. But he did bask in one fantasy that you were quick to allow. And that was playing nurse or patient to his medical curiosities. You would allow him free reign of your body to be assessed and fondled for "professional" purposes that always ended with one or both of you crying out in ecstasy. The only stipulation he held had been that of calling him doctor as you would scream it as he made you come in repetition. 

Nipples.

It was a toss-up between your clit and your nipples to what he devoted the majority of his time in foreplay within. But it would seem the latter would always reign in precedence. Perhaps it was because it teased you further and only acted as a taunt that would take longer to reach a release, whereas your sensitive bundle of nerves would be immediate if edged and returned to, as he was often capable of. But for this, he was focused. Biting. Sucking. Running the head of his dick with precum left in a trail. All to your allowance as you basked in how he used them with such various purposing.

Oral. 

Receiving and reciprocation were equally to par as he believed he should offer just as well as he had been given. This meant that if you were to even bring pleasure to him on your knees for even a fraction of a moment, he would commit to return the favor, but do so twice as long. Not to compete, but as a means of thanks. But every stripe made of his tongue, twisting in a silent beckoning to your release, would act more erotic than any toy or thought without him. Not that you were in need of one as he kept you high in satisfaction. 

Praise.

A kink to be quelled or not, he was repetitive in his need to validate you. As you would tear up when taking him beyond the reflex of your throat acting as a warning to what you could withstand, he would explain how proud he was to have you please him in such a way. Whenever you requested something more erotic, such as a strike to either rear cheek, he would utter how he marveled to how well you'd taken each swat. But nothing was more gratuitous than that of when he pistons between your shaking thighs. He spoke of how deep, hard, and fast you would take him, all doing so well and without limitation, the praise warming your fetish while he strengthened your natural lubrication in the process. 

Questions. 

Following each variation of position, he would always inquire of your well-being as this always came first. No matter what you requested of him, as dominant or submissive as the switch he was for you, you would always find him needing to validate your safety and comfort above all else. Even between the most sinful of thrusts where his release was imminent, he would focus on your first and foremost to ask if you remained alright. It meant for you to silence him by the clench of your inner walls or even a deep French kiss, sometimes needing to be direct enough by submitting a palm wrapped over his lips until all that came from his lips had been the sound of your name or simply guttural groans as a reaction to your dominance. 

Rhythm.

His kiss. His hips. His touch. His fingers. Everything was lengthy in pace. He did not rush even his most desperate of movements as he had basked in every sensation with care and pride. Careful to keep you as the priority but also prideful to how fast he could, when prompted. But it was the smooth glide of each effortless stroke made from his hips that sent your eyes back into that roll whether he bottomed out or teased just beyond the tip, every motion was as steady as a wave cresting the sand of any beach, chaos exchanged for peace.

Spooning.

Following every exchange, you would expect this hold. That validation necessary to know he hadn't pushed your body too far beyond its limitations. As he could have kept you in any position, throughout the night and in continuation, he knew you wore quickly. Due to his efforts being so valiant and selflessly ambitious. Foreplay just as intense as that final orgasm as your tremors faded into his arms as you often fell asleep wrapped in each other in this way. 

Terminology.

A repertoire enviable for any bibliophile, Pope was one to speak intelligently in place of doing so in vulgar need. He would refrain from being crass and instead tell you how you were beautiful and driving him crazy. His adjectives would be creative as he thrusted into you, reminding you in continuous praise how you were perfect for him and made for him as he found himself lost inside you once again.

Undercarriage. 

The most sensitive portion of his body had been your favorite. Teasing and threatening pleasure and a release only to edge it away was a favorite activity as you observed the break of his patience as the line made of your tongue over his heavy balls would bring him into a maddening need to have you over him in a straddle your before him with your ass level with his hips. 

Variety. 

Fearful you would be bored with missionary or simple bondage, Pope was well versed in a variety of angles and methods of arousal. Books and research taken on the subjects, he was brilliant in the terminology of sexualized lingo, but even more broad in the kinks and fetishes he would offer to teach you in innocuous moments that seems to lead to more. Deeper orgasms and longer bouts of ecstasy offered as consolation for your trust.

Wet.

He lived to make you wet as no amount would be enough. Oral pleasure and his fingers were spent in altering devotion for this to exist as truth, willing to do whatever was necessary until you dropped for him. For only that would be enough for him. 

Xenial.

Hospitality and friendship needed prior to any romance and definitely before lust or sex, Pope was the both to a strict degree. Raised to do so, this bled over into the chivalrous nature he held as he was as a lover. You came first. And often. 

Yearning.

He would make himself suffer until you made it known you wanted his touch. All because he didn't want you to feel guilty to say no to him. Little did he know how you craved him around the clock. And when he was desperate, you learned such things in the way he became overly affectionate. An excuse to touch any part of your skin, and the climb from subtle to desperate coming as his traces manifested into action as be needed you to instigate most interactions. To which you didn't kind as you loved how it made his eyes illuminate at the thought. 

Zonal.

Finally, when he was in his zone to bring you pleasure. The only means of breaking such concentration had been that of a wince of pain as he was otherwise devoted to his tasks. Deep thrusts sending you to call out his name. Claw marks left on his skin from such a descent to your sex. All while he left you trembling in the surprise of what everyday submission became once lust infected it behind closed doors. 

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Master list

Requests open for all these characters. I don’t really have anything I won’t write but I won’t do like really explicit smut.

I actually love requests so pleaaaaaaaasee if you have something you want, ask!!

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Key: fluff-🌸 angst-💔 smut-❤️‍🔥

OBX

JJ Maybank

“Idiot”🌸

Reconciling 🌸💔

Lie?💔🌸

Bad timing 🌸

Pope Heyward

Nothing here

John B Routledge

Surprise🌸

Rafe Cameron

Lie?💔🌸

Web cam❤️‍🔥

Barry

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Sarah Cameron

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Kiara Carrera

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WEDNESDAY

Xavier Thorpe

Jealousy 💔🌸

You can draw anything, so why me?🌸

A little too far🌸💔

Ghost 🌸

Enemies💔🌸

Ajax petropelous

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Wednesday Addams

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Goody Addams

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Enid Sinclair

Keep me in your life💔🌸

Bianca Barclay

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Avatar (twow)

Jake sully

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Rotxo

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Norm spellman

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Tsu’tey

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Lo’ak

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Neteyam

I will love you for the rest of my life-💔

Ao’nung

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Tsireya

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Neytiri

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Kiri

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The vampire diaries/The originals

Damon Salvatore

Hurt💔

First🌸

Stefan Salvatore

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Kai Parker

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Niklaus Mikaelson

I don’t want to-🌸

Elijah Mikaelson

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Kol Mikaelson

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Rebekah Mikaelson

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Elena Gilbert

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Bonnie Bennett

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Caroline Forbes

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Kathrine Pierce

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Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

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Mattheo Riddle

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Theodore Nott

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Lorenzo Berkshire

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Ron Weasley

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Harry Potter

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Blaize Zabini

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Hermione Granger

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Luna lovegood

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Ginny Weasley

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Pansy Parkinson

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May add more :)

Preferences

Obx

They find out you self harm-💔

Wednesday

They find out you self harm-💔

Avatar (twow)

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TVD/TO

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Harry Potter

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