#pope heyward prompt

[princessbrunette]

would the boys ever stand up to reader’s father if he was against their relationship?

pope wouldn’t. he’d be devastated but would overthink the whole thing and decide that your father is right and that he is bad for you :(( would tell you it’s okay if you don’t wanna see him anymore but then wouldn’t last two days without you, and show up at your window at night telling you “look. this isn’t ideal but… i can’t stay away from you. i’m down to do this in secret if you are.”

john b would try and respect your fathers wishes, settling for secret kisses and holding hands beneath tables because he just doesn’t want you to get in trouble with your family but in the end he’d probably stand on your doorstep and make some loud proclamation of love to you, telling your dad that whether he likes it or not, “i’m in love with your daughter, okay!”

jj is straight up saying “fuck that old dude, i’m your daddy now.” because ?? you’re grown, why are you letting your dad dictate who you date ? even if you explain to him time and time again that he doesn’t understand the dynamic of the family he literally does not care. he’s not hiding shit. he’ll try and stay passive aggressively respectful (maybe even purposely piss him off out of spite) but if he’s gotta sock an old man in the face he just might !!!!!

rafes pulling strings. your dad won’t let you see eachother? okay. how would your dads boss feel if he found out about the legal scandal back in 2017 your dad tried to have buried? rafes not fighting for his place, he’s making threats. seeing as he sees himself as grown, and on the same playing field as your father he doesn’t mind playing dirty. he probably wouldn’t even tell you about it either, so you don’t have to worry that lil head <3

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #jj maybank prompt #pope heyward prompt #john b prompt

[belovedvenom]

how the obx boys met their girls

    *˚⁺‧͙˚◌ 

rafe x bat!reader: i already wrote a whole fic for!

john b x crow!reader: he caught you roaming around in his father’s office. going through papers.

“uh what are you doing?” he watches your every move.

“you have a lot of interesting things in here.” examining the board of his family tree.

“mhm and how did you get in here?”

“the window.” you say it so casually like youve been here before, it catches him off guard.

“well can you-“ “is this your dad?” interrupting him to point at the picture of him and big john.

“yeah, look you gotta go- HEY!” he pops your hand when you reached up to grab a book off the shelf. you look at him with squinted eyes, ignoring the beating in your chest from how handsome he is and john b’s in the same boat, taking a second to admire your face. when he snaps out of it, he places his hands on your shoulder- gently but firmly guiding you out of the room.

“that room is off limits, okay? and next time just knock on the front door like a normal human”

“so you want me to come back?”

pope x raven!reader: she ran into him when she was getting chased by kooks.

“watch out!”

pope didn’t have enough time to react before you barreled in to him sending you both to the gound. youre a giggling mess while pope is trying to get the air back in his lungs.

“shit, i’m sorry dude.” your laughing so contagious, he lets out a couple chuckles himself. shouting from the distance catches both of your attention, noticing the kooks who were chasing you getting closer. grabbing popes arm, you run.

“what did you do to them?”

“kept ruining their game. apparently golfers don’t like it when you blow whistle while they try to swing”

finally losing them, you stop just outside of a shop. a few giggles escaping your mouth.

“thats crazy” he snorts.

“and you’re hot.”

jj x owl!reader: he saw you in a tree playing the violin when he was doing a job for your father, mowing the lawn. after taking a break and getting a glass of water, he heard music coming from above him.

“hey careful up there. you could fall, you know.”

“huh” you paused. staring ahead. ignoring his gaze from below your feet before starting up again.

“can you play something upbeat with that thing?” when you ignored him again, he flicked water at your legs causing you to jerk and hiss at him.

“did- did you just hiss at me” he cackles. “got your attention now though, huh princess?”

“call me princess again, i’ll slit your throat with the bow” lifting it up for emphasis.

his smile couldn’t get any wider.

#rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx x reader #john b prompt #john b x reader #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #pope heyward prompt #pope hayward x reader #outer banks x reader #obx

[starfxkr]

Idk know if this makes sense but Lamb!reader getting into a fight w her dad and running to pope crying and he comforts her🐑🐑

🤍˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚☁️🤍˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚☁️🤍˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚☁️🤍˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚☁️🤍˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚☁️

there was a storm brewing. each distant clap of thunder seemed to be raising tensions in your household. your fathers booming voice echoed through the house as he followed after you--cursing you for "falling in with the devil."

apparently there's only so much fraternizing with pogues he would take. because it was fine when you were still docile, more scared of your father than god himself but your new friends made you bold.

he didn't like that.

each splash of holy water against the back of your neck made your blood boil until you finally snapped--yelling in his face and startling him enough that he backed against the wall.

"you think i'm the devil? fuckin fine! i'll be the fuckin devil."

so you ran to pope--well you biked--the wild rain soaking through your nightgown as you pedaled to his house.

the sight of pope's warm gaze was like an instant balm as he pulled you inside in an instant.

"it fucking pouring, what the hell are you doing out there." quickly, he shuffles you into his room, grabbing a towel from the closet and wrapping you in it in efforts to dry you and ease your shivering.

"i'm not going home, pope. you can't make me." you were wide eyed with fear, and pope was quick to wrap you in his arms in response.

"woah woah, i didn't say anything about making you leave! i just..don't know what's goin on and i would really like to."

you sniffle in response, "can we talk later? i'm cold and i'm tired."

pope shuffles to his bed and sits with you standing in front of him, easing your nightgown off.

"well i can take your mind off it, how's that sound?"

#✨.txt #pope heyward prompt #lamb!reader #pandulcito

[inthelquvre]

my rendition…

vampire!reader, rafes girl

fairy!reader, john bs girl

mermaid!reader, jjs girl

witch!reader, popes girl

#outer banks #rafe cameron prompt #jj maybank prompt #pope heyward prompt #john b prompt #rafe cameron #jj maybank #pope heyward #john b

[lionasvault]

what would pope do if ur not listening to him and he gets kinda annoyed :(

personally i don't see him being annoyed- he's just too sweet for that.

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

he's explaining something about the history of an artifact the pogues are trying to find - on a library laptop - while you sit on a little wooden stool. you can't pay attention to what he's saying for your life.

you're so tired, you've been staying up late every night making sure pope and his friends get home okay. last night he just didn't walk through that door, and you stayed up worried until 7am when you passed out.

you're now staring at a random bookshelf in the library with blurred vision as pope continues talking- in one ear out the other.

he doesn't even notice you're not paying attention until he looks over back to you. you're staring off into space, eyes all unfocused, leg bobbing up and down.

"hey- hey," he starts, turning off the computer before turning to you. "you good? you're not paying attention." when you don't respond, he pokes your arm a little.

"huh? hm- oh, yeah- um, that thinggie sounds real important," you ramble, worried he's gonna be mad at you for not paying any attention to what he's saying.

"honey, i was asking if you're okay. you wanna go home? i'm not mad- just gotta get you a nap. okay? we're all good."

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

#pope heyward prompt #anon

[venuslcver]

HIGH BY THE BEACH ⋆

pairing: boyfriend!pope x carefreekook!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"pope? can i ask you something?"

"yeah— what's up?"

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

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

"want for the future?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"o-okay"

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

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

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

[lustnluv]

thinking of the patching the obx boys after a fight

jb whining cause it hurts and the reader feeling bad but not really cause it’s his fault for getting into a fight in the first place. she’ll make it up to him on her knees or with her kisses later on though. depends on how beat up he is

jj smirking the entire time reader patching him up cause “the other guy looks worse”. he likes the reader fussing over him even though he won’t admit it. if reader mad at him cause he got in a fight over something stupid like topper (ew) just being a dick he would make it up to her. knuckles deep in her

rafe wouldn’t let the reader patch him up until later in the relationship cause he hates looking weak in front of people. but still you can only do it on parts that he can’t do like if he has a big scrap along his shoulder. would be silent and won’t tell reader how or who until reader sees the other kid walking around with matching bruises.

pope would let reader do it and on top of that would apologies for getting into a fight in the first place. reader would be angrier at the person he fought with then him because why mess with her pope. would be proud if he won but still angry about it. he would coax her to forget about it with her favorite foods though or her favorite activity: fucking him

#pretty girls thots #outer banks #pope heyward #pope heyward prompt #pope heyward smut #pope heyward x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #rafe x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank prompt #john b routledge #jj mayback x reader #john b routledge smut #john b routledge prompt #john b x reader

[cute-sucker]

three mistakes

words: 880 tags: kook!pope x reader note: thank you @princessbrunette for reading the draft !! love u <3

when pope first met you he didn't think much.

after all he was the smartest kid in the grade, so of course you were insignificant. you may have been a scholarship kid, a nice one at that. that was your number one mistake, and there were three that you committed that first week you arrived at kook academy.

two. you were a little too sweet on him, he thought because you always smiled brightly at him, and wore those cute little skirts. last week you had given him a brownie that you said you, "made." but then you dropped the napkin and leaned down to get it for him it was the school uniform, but you sure knew how to lay it sweet.

so what? you were pretty, but pope didn't fall for that sort of thing. nah, he had seen enough pretty bimbos, and after you were new. you couldn't change anything.

three. that was until science class. it was one of his easier subject but then again what subject was hard for him? and then he was laughing to his friends, the desk pushed back, and a smirk on his face. you were sitting in front of him, head bowed down and deep in thought. you were still thinking even after the teacher had left for a few minutes.

he had a sudden thought, just a small comment might tip you off. he'd experienced this with other girls. they liked it to argue, or teasingly fight, and you were there in front of him, just waiting to be messed with.

but what to say to you? pope had to be sly with these comments, just something to make your cheeks go red without causing your smile to wilt. it was art what pope could do with his sweet mouth, and pretty soft eyes. some said that his dick was the size of his ego, and some put it a little nicer — that he was charming. but that didn't matter because when he looked at you he knew he had to say something sweet but scandalous enough to cause you to giggle. he would never admit this—but he wanted to hear your laugh.

suddenly he remembered the butterfly necklace you always had on. it was silver, and so shiny on you. he swore that there was some sort of school regulation about jelewy, but you had managed to pass by with that cute necklace. it was little dangly thing that lay before your chest. it had dainty wings, and glittery in the sun. it reminded him of you.

"y'know i always thought butterflies were like cockroaches with wings. ugly you know?" pope muttered to his friend. but he couldn't help but gesture at you in a sly moment, and his friends got it. they sniggered, and pope knew in another life he would ditch the bastards for how stupid they were. antoni was the smartest of the bunch.

it was almost as if that piqued your interest. you turned around, doe eyes wide almost as if you were shocked and taken aback.

"i think butterflies are beautiful," you whispered outraged, tightly holding onto your necklace. pope could barely keep in his laughter at your dumbstruck expression. he leaned in to take a full look at your face before looking back at his friends with a mock surprised face.

"yea' you think?" he whispered crudely. "can a dumb little bunny like you think?"

suddenly, you seemed to coil in, biting your lip, hot tears welting up in your eyes. he could see the way your hands shook beneath the desk as you furiously turned around to face him. "butterflies can see ultraviolet colors that are invisible to the human eye," you cried out.

pope found him stopping in his tracks because he swore there were tears in your eyes when you whispered out the fact. yet, he couldn't find himself to care, somehow he found himself enjoying the look on your face. almost wonderstruck, he found himself taking in your pretty face.

what he wanted to say to you was, "so what?" but he found grinning at you like you were a child.

his friends were laughing behind his back, and but he could feel the stinging sensation that what you had said had mattered a lot more than the stupid conversations that he had.

and somewhere in the middle of this, you were glaring at him, and then sniffed before turning away from him.

but he shrugged it off. what could you do anyways? huh? cry to your parents about how pope heyward couldn't take you seriously. for all you knew, if your parents did complain, the dean of kook academy probably shrug you off because pope heyward was an asset to their school. but there was something inside of him, something soft and nice said that knew he should say sorry, yet when the bell rung he watched you leave the room in a rush only leaving him with a dirty glare.

so he forgot about it. you were just another dirt poor scholorship kid? the last one had to leave because they couldn't take the academics. funny. maybe the same would happen to you.

⊹˚. ♡

you ran home crying, mascara running down your face, as you pulled your tiny skirt down. you had tried to be nice, you had tried to kind and most of all you had tried your best to be friends with everyone. goddamn it you had even given heyward a brownie! he clearly didn't like you.

what was it? what was so wrong with you that he felt the need to be mean to you? all you had done was tried. you had always tried, as your head felt empty and studied till your hands were sore from highlighting and your eyes felt bleary from scanning pages. until it all paid off and you were off to kook academy.

your cousin kiara had told you to wear your butterfly charm, and the two of you made brownies. she had yelled bye to you that first day, and now you sat next to her crying your eyes out.

"what went wrong?" she asked you quietly, as you burrowed your head into your pillow. you groaned, and shook your head furiously.

"don't wanna talk about it," you whispered looking up at her. she looked at you sternly, and you finally let out a soft sigh, "it's pope heyward," at this she rolled her eyes, tilting her head as she thought of a plan. you hoped that somehow she would find an answer - a solution to your problem

"i think you should get back at heyward. be smarter than him. that's how assholes like him work. they have crazy big egos but that's all he has. he looks wimpy to me," she scoffed looking at the previous yearbook where you had furiously crossed out pope's face.

"yeah right," you huffed at her, crossing your arms as your eyebrows were knit together. "he's ten times smarter than me."

"no, i think your underestimating yourself. just wait and see, and don't you dare lose the butterfly charm."

so you listened to her, and the next day you had little pink bows with butterfly imprints. in fact you strutted up to pope and gave him a dirty look, and you saw the way his eyes got wide before he opted for his all-knowing smirk.

"looking like a really pretty bunny. did you wear those bows for me?" he snickered, nudging his friends when he said that. you gritted your teeth and just walked the other way.

you were going to beat him. you knew you were going to. today the class was getting their results back for the major english assignments. you were hoping to get something high enough to throw in his face, and you knew you would relish the look on his face.

"class, we'll be handing out test scores now for the written passage. ," your teacher droned before stopping before your test and handing you yours with a smile. you felt happiness bloom in your heart-it had to be good right?

quickly you turned it around, and looked at the circled number. 100, a pristine number that was circled along with a "distinct voice." you felt yourself beaming, until you felt a tap on your back. it was heyward, yet he looked uneasy. he was glancing at your hidden paper.

"what did you get?"

of course he'd want to know. he'd want to know what you got so he could average it himself. after all this was your first test of the year, and he was checking if you really were the scholarship kid that could get the best grades. you found yourself smiling secretly, biting your lip.

finally he gave you a pointed look, "do i need to clarify? what did you get on your test?" he asked exasperated.

you bit your lip from beaming too hard, and shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "full marks, i guess."

"what does that mean?" he grinned, "is that a 60% for you? would make sense, bunny," he muttered, his brown eyes glinting with humour. now you would have been sadder, but instead there was a venomous bite to your speech.

"do i need to clarify? it's a hundred percent."

he shut up, glaring at you, "you're lying."

"yeah, what did you get?" you bit back.

he shook his head, "none of your business."

so that was it. you let it go and turned away looking pleased. the last went by easier, and the golden hundred was still shining in the paper. it was a triumph. a win that pope heyward understood.

it was here that pope realised that he had made one mistake.

he had underestimated you.

#pope heyward #pope heyward prompt #kook!pope #academic rivals #academic weapon #scholarshipbunny!reader #shy!reader #angst #fluff #drabble #obx fic #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward fanfiction

[poguesprincess]

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

oh anon .. this concept 😵‍💫

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

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

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

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

“yeah, that was like, hours ago.”

“it’s eleven thirty—“

“shut up, pope.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“look at me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shellxrls]

when pope fucks his girl, he will study her like one of his textbooks. he calls u a good girl and your lips part ever so slightly? hes praising u all night. his hand comes to rest on your neck and you throw your head back a little to lock in his grip? my man might not be choking you tonight but best believe he's finna do his research. he tangles his fingers in your hair and you moan a little? baby he's pulling your head back in doggy, missionary and r.c.

okay i haven’t ever written for pope before but yk i think he’s hot and this was so . had to take a breath god damn.

the last part ab him tangling his fingers then pulling your hair in doggy…

lord pls let that man give me backshots (even if it’s just in my dreams tonight 🙏🏼)

#anon this was so good wtf #asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;anon #;prompts #pope heyward #pope heyward prompt #pope heyward x reader smut #pop heyward smut

[yiiyiiwrites]

Burnt out, overachieving Kook x obx characters:

JJ Maybank x Burnt out, overachieving Kook |

- [Extra prompt here]

Pope Heyward x Burnt out, overachieving Kook

Kiara Carrera x Burnt out, overachieving Kook -(gxg)

John B Routledge x Burnt out, overachieving Kook

Rafe Cameron x Burnt out, overachieving Kook

- [extra prompt here]

Masterlist here, if you want to check out my other fics too. - Yiiyii

#obx fanfiction #obx fic #jj maybank #jj maybank fanfiction #pope heyward fanfiction #pope heyward #pope heyward prompt #pope heyward x reader #kiara carrera prompt #kiara carrera x reader #kiara carrera #john b prompt #john b fanfiction #john b outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks fanfiction #rafe cameron prompt #rafe outer banks #rafe fanfiction #jj maybank prompt

[princessbrunette]

i love how john b n pope definitely try to understand n go along w their girls special interests .. like comparing to sanrio characters or showing them sonny angels they're just like riiight, and so this one is ..? gotcha - 🍓

i feel like pope is definitely better at understanding these things because he just reads into it all and spends more time online engaging in young ppl culture whereas john b spends all his time outside with his phone somewhere in a ditch so he sees these things and thinks they are completely unique to you. like no one else in the world likes what you like which is why he thinks you’re so special. like the way john b talks about you is the way a grandpa with a lot of love in his heart would talk abt a grand daughter. “yeah, no she likes all these things. like these little characters. it’s very cool.” 😭

#🍓 anon #pope heyward prompt #john b prompt

[belovedvenom]

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

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

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

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

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

[starfxkr]

I adore babydaddy!JJ stuff butttt what about babydaddy!Pope like yk accidents happen but he’s so supportive and just such a good coparent that also happens to be a good fuck when you need it (in my heart of hearts that baby is a boy)

I BEEN WAITING ON THIS MOMENTTTTTTT

pope's living with you no ifs ands or buts about it. he's extremely supportive and is with you the whole time because even though you aren't together you're still best friends. just best friends who happen to be having a baby.

he's there every doctors appointment, making sure you and the baby are doing well, definitely has a list of baby names and when the time comes he has to get escorted out the room because he keeps making off putting comments about the technical part of things LMAO

#✨.txt #pope heyward prompt #babydaddy!pope

[inthelquvre]

obx tweets with popexf!reader?

tysm if you get to it!

OBX TWEETS — part 5

content: popexfem (sorry if he is ooc), sexual jokes, you get it

a/n: tysm for the request anon!

#pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward prompt #outer banks #pope heyward x y/n

[lionasvault]

puppy and lamb love to quilt.

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

pup learned the skill all by herself !! maybe she followed a couple of those awful youtube tutorials from 2016 that caused her to break a few of her sewing machine needles. but, she got the hang of it after a couple weeks.

she has this sad old sewing machine from her grandma that she has propped up on this low folding table in the corner of her bedroom, and a short bar stool that she can easily push under it for more storage space.

she usually makes her quilts out of jonbee's old clothes, especially the ones that get ripped and torn. she hates wasting clothes, particularly ones that still have the faint smell of him, so she incorporates them into her pieces of scrap fabric.

she never plans out her quilts. she doesn't care how bad they look in the end -- the jumbled patterns and colors, different textured fabric -- because at least the quilt works, right? besides, jonbee loves them no matter what.

. ⊹ ₊ ݁.⊹ . ݁

"look!" she giggles, softly waving the heavy quilt in front of john b's face. "i finished the quilt!" this is her first ever quilt -- and you can definitely tell; the uneven stitching, gaps in places, and the filling almost spilling out -- but even with all of that, she's so proud of herself.

"wow pup, that's very nice," he says, his hands resting on his hips as he appreciates the work she's put into this quilt of his old jeans, ugly dad shirts, and boxers.

he gives a small dad nod of approval, patting pup on her head before giving her a soft forehead kiss.

the following nights, he gets the best sleep of his life laying next to pup under the quilt. no night terrors, nightmares, or stirring.

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

on the completely opposite side - lamb. she was taught from when she was younger how to quilt by her mom. growing up religious, those traditional gender roles were burned into her by family.

she hangs out with pope quietly when she works, maybe he reads while she gets into the zone. they never talk, only the sounds of the sewing machine and her soft sighs when she messes up a stitch.

she's so high strung that even this relaxing hobby gets torn into it. her designs are thought out for weeks. intricate stitching designs, pretty fabrics, and soft undersides. it has to be perfect - otherwise she can't stand to use it.

. ⊹ ₊ ݁.⊹ . ݁

lamb and pope sit quietly in her room, the slight sun peeking through the windows. pope is reading some nerdy book, his nose slightly scrunched as he tries to read the long paragraphs.

lamb has her back hunched and eyebrows furrowed as she focuses on sewing, working on a new quilt. she's shakey today, messing up every two seconds. eventually, frustration takes over. she starts crying silently, her stomach aching and her face growing warm.

pope looks up from his book when he doesn't hear the sewing machine for a good minute, seeing lamb crying with her hair all messy. he holds her in his arms as she cries.

"oh, honey- you need it to be perfect for me? no- no, sweetie, i don't care if it's perfect. I'll love whatever you make, hear me? yes? okay, good. now, let's calm down, okay?"

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

based on my and @starfxkr's discussion! credit to her for some of these ideas

#puppy!reader #lamb!reader #john b prompt #pope heyward prompt