#pope drabble

[riverbends]

https://www.tumblr.com/andrewcodymybeloved/781526766708719616/fuckin-wrong-baz-i-will-have-his-babies

omg ok hear me out…

Imagine overhearing this convo or having pope sadly tell you about it. Imagine having to try to cheer him up and convince him that you would have his children.

Like I would let my man breed me on the spot… but that’s just me

YES. it terrifies him to think that baz might be right—that andrew cody can only harm, never nurture.

he probably wouldn’t tell you about it though. too scared you might agree with baz. you’d have to be eavesdropping nearby and you’d bring it up later in your own home, maybe sitting down somewhere. i reckon the couch, late at night. he’s got some NatGeo documentary on and you watch quietly with him. you’ve got your feet in his lap, your ankles locked under his hands.

maybe you ask him if you can have his baby. you say it like you’re trying to borrow his shirt.

(nsfw-ish stuff below the cut)

he just turns his head and looks at you with that signature frown of his. the question makes his throat go dry so when he says “what?”, you can barely hear him.

“baby or no baby?”

still staring at you, mouth a little parted. he’s utterly perplexed while you wait for him to answer.

“i don’t understand,” he whispers. then blinks. you shrug and lightly nudge a foot into his thigh before his hands tighten over your ankles. he wants to know what the fuck you’re talking about.

“i want a baby,” you say, so simply. “whenever it suits you, of course.”

you watch him breathe. the light from the tv licks at his face. he lets eyes his fall to your childless stomach, and then to the floor. and then his attention is back on the documentary without a word. but you smile to yourself because you know his brain is probably trying to compute the possibility now and he has to figure out if you knew what baz said to him earlier. and how. and why on earth you would want such a thing from himself of all people.

when you’re in bed, he still doesn’t address it. he just summarises something he’s supposed to do with the boys tomorrow. asks you what time you’re finishing work so he can pick you up after collecting lena from school.

in the dark, he rests on his back while you nestle into his side. his heartbeat thumps steadily under your open palm.

“what did you mean?” he murmurs into your hair and you lift your head.

“jesus, you know what i meant,” you laugh.

when he doesn’t say anything, you’re getting up and straddling him. he lets you, of course. he always will. you just have to adjust your clothes before you can take him to the hilt. pleasure swallows him as you ride your way up. his hands are iron on your thighs.

you lean down, rolling your pelvis against his while he’s still inside, and you just tell him to keep going until it takes. he nods like he’s obeying an order. and then he’s got you on your back. he’s going for a home run. he does exactly as he was told and keeps going until he knows it takes.

…….guys you have to put me down like an animal or i fear i will never stop WTF

[stvolanis]

pope is so pretty I’m gonna cum chat.

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

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

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

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[nemesyaaa]

half return. momma's boy!pope x maneater!reader.

warnings : slight smut so minors DNI.

you were a maneater, and your favorite type was momma's boy. in particular, the pogues because they were different.

you were the kind of woman everyone saw from miles away but also knew so well. you had a bad reputation. people talked a lot behind your back to say bad things but you didn't have time, either to listen, care or to respond.

oh no, you were way above these people. the attention you were looking for was not from them, but from the other side, from those who were not really rich, who were struggling to live and who lived without worrying about the consequences.

you were a maneater, so obviously there was a hungry beast in your heart and today, like every other day, the beast was hungry. the monster wanted to eat some man.

you weren't really a momma's girl, and you were hated by your boyfriends' mothers..you weren't good enough for their son. you were too mean, too vulgar, too honest. you were nothing like a daughter-in-law and yet, men dreamed of marrying you.

it wasn't a question of dream bodies, you had marks on your body, a little belly, peculiarities but you knew how to hide your insecurities. you had the attitude and the reputation.

you were like a jaguar, magnificent, confident and glorious.

today, you had a crush on a guy. pope heyward according to one of your friends. he was part of a group of pogues who were pretty well known for being troublemakers.

but him. this man, you knew he never did anything wrong. you knew he was a good boy who wanted to please his mother, and who easily fell in love with girls stronger than him.

you knew in advance that pope heyward was too nice. and that you were going to eat him so easily.

the heat was so hot. you wore a white top that barely hid the bottom of your tits, but showed off your belly piercing quite well. the sun made your precious toy sparkle. you had jewelry everywhere, strass on your teeth, dozens of rings on your fingers, more than five necklaces around your neck, and twenty bracelets around your arms. you had the money for, well, your daddy's money.

your jeans came down to your hips, exposing your black thong. physically, you couldn't be pope heyward’s type. everyone would have bet on it.

when he looked up, you met his gaze. you could sense that he was shyer than his blond friend next to him. because he, well his friend had smiled directly at you.

you had kindly ignored him because he wasn’t the one you wanted. no, you wanted the shy guy, the one who would never assume what you would make him feel.

“ hi pope ! “ you smiled.

"so rude of you to ignore me but so kook of you." said jj.

“ start by not making trouble with my friends the kooks.”

“ okay, so you'll stop sleeping with all my pogue friends.”

“ is it jealousy, jj? did you want your blow job too or you just a crybaby that much?”

the tension had started to rise and pope had cleared his throat.

" can i help you ? " he talked with a friendly voice.

"i don't know what to choose for an ice cream flavor.”

“ i can make you a personal cream if you want.”

“i don’t understand why you hate me so much jj but okay, i will just ignore you. ”

“i’'m going to smoke, pope. be careful with her.” he had placed a hand on his friend's shoulder before disappearing as if to warn him.

“don't pay attention to him. he's not mean, just a little too protective.”

“you look like you've been broken many times.”

"not really. girls don't really hang out with me.”

“they’re missing something.”

you looked at each other through the mirror window for a moment, not knowing what to say.

“are you flirting with me?”

“yes, pope heyward. i'm flirting with you.”

“ you don’t know me. "

“that’s why i want to know you. i know, i'm not your type. ”

“i don’t mean to be rude but you have a reputation as a maneater.”

“don't be a sheep who follows others people, pope. especially when you are different from the others. you are a smart person.”

“what flavors of ice cream do you want?”

“i want your favorite.”

you smiled. when you handed him the money to get your ice cream back, he politely refused.

“it’s on the house.”

“ i really want to pay. i’m a customer like any other.”

“if you want to pay so much, you can pay differently.”

" how ?"

" you can ask me out on a date? it will give you the opportunity to get to know me better."

“so smart of my boy. oh and don't tell jj about that. “

“ i don't want to lie to him. “

“ just don't tell him, pope. it's about us, only, okay ? “

“ okay. you're too pretty, i can't resist. “

“ you're the only pretty thing here. “

and that was how you started dating pope heyward.

you were a maneater so obviously pope had fallen really hard in love.

you were so different from all the girls he knew. when he was with you, he had this vital need to make you happy, to buy for you, to cut checks, to possess you, to be your only boy.

you had a strong energy, the kind that made you feel like you had it all and had it all under control. you were convincing and confident. you hated losing control. and perhaps that was the reason for your attraction to soft and naive boys.

pope's mother didn't like you. she hated when you went to their house, when you kissed her son, when you slept with him. she hated the idea of you two being together.

sometimes pope felt bad about it. he didn't want to disappoint anyone. but he couldn't be both your boy and his mother's boy.

once on a summer evening, you invited him to your place so that it was just the two of you. you showed him your room, your favorite things, your jewelry, your family photos, everything that mattered to you. then you put on some music.

he was lying there in the bed, shirtless with only his pants on, a cigarette in his lips, his eyes hanging on your moving body. he only looked at you, you were the only thing that existed.

you were beautiful. the frightening and majestic beauty of the jaguar. you moved so elegantly. you were in control of your body, you knew how to make it beautiful, how to make it so attractive.

jazz was coming out of the record player. you were in your underwear, enjoying the air coming in through the open window. you spun and spun as if the world had stopped.

you almost fell, but pope caught you in his arms.

"perfect. let's dance together, all night, momma's boy."

“don’t call me that.”

“isn’t that what you are?”

you laughed and he captured your laugh with his lips, kissing your mouth gently.

“i want to stay here forever.”

" where ? "

"in your arms. here. in my room. i just want you, pope. ”

you had started kissing every part of his face, placing wet kisses on his soft skin.

“i want you. and you want me too.”

“you know, we will have to take responsibility for our relationship.”

"i know, i know but not now. it's fun being a secret isn't it?”

you started to bite him gently, and he started to flee your small bites. this little thing had turned into a playful fight.

he had the advantage because he was on top of you, him catching every one of your thrusts. you managed to get out of his grip and rolled onto your side before getting on the bed.

he followed you, and you threw the first punch. right in the chest. he had subdued you quickly, still gently, his face right above yours.

“ where is the maneater who always wins, where is the maneater who destroys men? because i am beatin her ass right now.”

“ no, you're not. “

“ what?” you flipped him over with a smile, placing yourself on top of him.

“ you enjoy the game a little too much, pope. i'm fucking sitting on your boner and if you make a move pope heyward I'll destroy you. “

“ real queens do not destroy the throne they sit on. and if you want some child princess, take care of it. “

you had started to move slowly, gently rubbing your pussy over his bulge. you moved efficiently, enough to feel your boyfriend’s cock getting even harder against you.

you could tell he was big by the way you silently rose as his dick awoke.

this room, this sensuality, this warmth, was nothing without the music of marvin gaye.

a wet spot had appeared on his pants, and you used it to rub faster, to press your pussy harder against his erection. the sound of his grunts in sync with your moans.

he held your hands, and kissed them at the same time. he could cum now if you asked him. because you had a way of moving that made him so weak.

“ boys can't play and win. “

“ i think you're late my girl, i win since ive got a girl like you. “

his hands grabbed your thighs while you slipped harder.

“ ‘not going to cum now" he said before taking his length out of his boxers.

he rubbed the tip against your dripping pussy, you were so wet it almost dropped between your lips. he had spit in his hand, and started moving up and down on his cock, jerking off quickly

" what are you doing ? "

“you’re going to ride me, but with my cock deep inside you this time, girl.”

he had smacked your ass, letting it bounce against his palm before you pushed his cock into your pussy. hands on his abs, you began to move, riding him. the problem with this position is that you quickly started to get tired. all the power you had relegated to pope now. he understood the signal, doing the job for you with a smirk. he yanked his dick deeper into your walls, letting you feel every inch of his size. he loved your moans every time his hips hit yours.

the sound of your two bodies slapping together in the atmosphere like the noise of your golden belly chain against your skin. his movements were hard, tearing loud cries from you. you had tears in your eyes, whimpers of pleasure. he took you so well. he was a good boy who knew how to make you cry.

he was taller than you. the size kink was easily noticeable even more when his cock widened your tight hole. and also, when he started touching you, his hand covering your clit.

he had pinched it gently, teasing the little piece with his fingers. he had fun with it, tugging on it while thrusting wilder inside your body, your legs shaking on the mattress.

your hole was squeezing him and he loved how tight it was. he squeezed your clit as he sped up his movements.

"not a maneater anymore ?" he said with a smile "just a girl who wanted to be eaten by her man.”

“ oh shut up, pope heyward. “

“you're the only one making noise here baby.”

you kissed him to shut his mouth. he was right and you knew it. you knew pope loved your strass on your teeths. at first he found it weird and thought you were giving yourself a style but now he was crazy about it.

you were still a maneater but you had a boyfriend so it was different. and then, you were in love. you had learned what it was like to have a man who truly wanted you and loved you.

you were supposed to run away but you didn't want to leave him behind. the problem with nice guys was that they weren't bad. they never held a grudge against anyone, and did not get angry. pope panicked more than he got angry, for example.

when he released his cum deep inside you, you came with him. you looked at him. there was more sweat on his body. he was breathing faster.

you could tell he was proud. and he could be.

you loved every single moment with pope. he was a good boyfriend. he was intelligent, studious, kind and friendly. he worked at school, after classes.

so what you loved was when he broke the rules for you. you used to go and throw stones at his window in the evening to get him to go out. you went surfing in the dark night, bathing in the midnight moon, in calm, cold water, or you went rollerblading at a club because it was fun and the perfect place for couples.

you also spent time in bookstores. it wasn’t your thing but you loved the moment when he told you about the book he was choosing. he would start talking for hours, navigating between the shelves. you followed him and listened to him.

"sometimes, i really feel dumb. " you said.

" you don't understand anything, right ? "

" yes. i'm sorry. but i like it actually. you're pope, the smart boy, the nerdy guy, the master brain and i just love being your girlfriend but it's so new to me. i can't fully understand."

" you're not bored ? "

" never. i can't be bored when my boyfriend is so intelligent. never. what was the book already ?"

" see ? you don't want to listen to that. "

"it's just new to me. be patient and you will be the only one to get bored. "

" deal ? "

" deal. "

and you also confessed your relationship to the pogues. jj pretended to be surprised but was nice to you.

"don't break his heart, okay? he forgive everything, but not me. "

" don’t worry, i will not hurt your boyfriend. "

he turned to Pope, ignoring your bullshit words.

“you know man, i always wondered what the strass felt like while she sucks your cock.”

" JJ. "

"What? I was just asking!”

the end bc i really want to kick my ass. this is not that good. at least, i tried something 💀💀 i will work harder. i just tag @rafecameroninterlude et @oceandriveab . i'm sorry for the expectations 🫠

[flofaiiry]

show me ; pope cody x reader

warnings: fem!reader, reader touches herself and pope watches (and talks her through it), use of vibrator, swearing

wc: 1.3k ... i got a little ahead of myself.

note: this idea has been floating around in my head for a while, and ever since i saw @erwinsvow 's blurb that was sort of along these lines last night... i just had to get this written down. + this is my second time ever writing smut so pls be nice!!! feedback is always appreciated :D

"what's this?" pope asks, holding a small vibrator in his hand like it's a foreign object. you quickly cross the room to him to grab it, your face heating up. he smirks & takes a step back "no, no..." he lowers his hand, "what is it?"

he knows damn well what it is. but he wants to hear you say it.

"it's a..." your voice trails off. "oh shut up, you know what it is." pope's smirk only grows, "nah, i don't think i do," he says, voice oozing with sarcasm. you huff, "it's a vibrator, andrew." you're currently cursing yourself for forgetting to get rid of it before he got back- in hopes of avoiding an exchange just like this one.

"and what would you do with this vibrator?" he asks, still sarcastic. he is loving this; you on the other hand... not quite. "what do you think i did with it? i used it to get off," you say plainly. "three years with no sex is not an easy feat, i'll have you know."

"so what would you do with it?" he says again. you scoff, "what, do you want me to show you?" you say, full sarcasm. you're hoping pope will pick up on that but he just stares at you. your scoff turns into a laugh somewhere along the way, "you cannot be serious." he doesn't say anything just raises his hand holding the toy and presents it to you.

"show me." he says, voice low.

you don't take it at first, your eyes locked with his. "andrew, i'm not going to-" you start.

"show. me." he says slowly, definitive this time.

your eyebrows shoot up. "seriously?" you say, voice embarrassingly high pitched. "you want me to, like, touch myself? and you just watch?" he nods slow. "i want you to show me how you'd get yourself off when i was gone." he tosses the small toy behind you onto the bed and moves his hands to the waistband of your pants, starting to undo them.

"but the whole point of you being here now is that i don't have to do that anymore." he doesn't answer, just works off your pants until they're in a pile at your ankles. "andrew," you start, but are cut off when he looks back up at you. those pretty hazel eyes practically boring into yours.

"please?" he asks, and suddenly you forgot how to argue. who are you to deny a man who says please so nicely?

you break your eyes away from his intense gaze to look down at the floor and sigh. you cant believe you're actually about to do this, but when andrew cody asks, you oblige.

"fine." you look up at him, "but after this- i'm getting rid of it." pope smirks, "we'll see about that." you shake your head through a laugh and turn to go sit down on the bed, searching for the toy among the sheets. you find it and hold it up. "you're sure you want me to do this?" you ask, while sitting back into the pillows and shuffling forward to lie down a bit.

he nods, "oh i'm sure." pope moves to sit at the foot of the bed, allowing him a perfect view of your body. you feel that warmth in your face again as his eyes rake over your body, greedily taking you in. you take a deep breath before hooking your fingers under the waist of your panties and pulling them down to sit at your knees. pope wordlessly leans forward and grabs them, pulling them the rest of the way off. he tosses them somewhere in the room before turning his attention back to you.

"so do you want me to like... i don't know, narrate? or just..." your voice trails off, "just start?" he shrugs. "do whatever you would do when i wasn't here." you take a deep breath, "okay then." you start slow. spreading your legs and tracing your hands down your body. one hand stops at your breasts to squeeze one through your shirt and the other trails down between your legs.

you find your clit quickly and start making slow circles around it. the sensation is familiar, but it doesn't stop the small gasp that escapes your lips. your other hand wanders its way under your shirt, rolling the now stiff nipple between your fingers. as the pleasure you're giving yourself grows, your hands only get faster, more reckless.

the circles on your clit are no longer lazy and slow, but fast and concentrated directly over the sensitive area. the pinch of your nipple is teetering right on the pleasure/pain threshold, but hasn't quite crossed that line yet.

your eyes have fallen shut in the midst of all this. you crack them open just enough to see andrew. he hasn't moved. not an even an inch. his eyes shamelessly dividing their attention on your fingers between your legs, and the hand snaked under your shirt palming your breast.

you've yet to make any noise, safe from your heavy breathing, and pope has noticed.

your eyes fall shut again, then you feel his hand. rough against your leg. "come on, baby. wanna hear you." he squeezes at your thigh, gently massaging the flesh there.

you open your eyes again, giving him a smile before the hand under your shirt moves to search for the vibrator on the bed. you find it, and close your hand around it, bringing it between your legs. you click the small button until you find the setting you like, and move to press it onto your clit. your back arches off the bed at the new sensation, a proper moan leaving your lips this time.

"there we go, good girl." pope praises as the sinful noises falling from your lips continue. your other hand travels down your body from your chest to join the other between your legs, toying near your entrance and feeling the slick that's quite literally dripping out of you at this point.

you slide one finger inside yourself and your eyes cinch shut at the sensation, head rolling back into the pillows. "fuck," you breathe, your finger now fully inside, curling to try and knock against the spot that feels extra good.

(you never hit it as well as pope does though, no matter how hard you try.)

you press the vibrator harder against your clit and slide another finger inside, moaning loud at the exponential increase in pleasure. "thaaat's it, keep going for me baby, make yourself feel good," pope says, voice low. with both hands working you towards orgasm and pope talking you through it, you're tumbling closer to the edge by the second.

"i'm close," you breathe, "so fucking close, andrew, please." you're practically squirming now, fingers pumping in and out of yourself while the vibrator is unrelenting against your clit.

"come on baby, cum for me," andrew encourages, "show me how good you can make yourself feel"

and with that, you're coming undone. back arching further, eyes closing tighter, fingers curling deeper as you barrel towards your climax. "fuck," you catch yourself with a gasp, "oh my god, oh. my. god." your hands don't stop as you ride out the high, breaths heavy and laboured as you slowly bring your movements to a stop.

you open your eyes to andrew smirking down at you. "feel good?" he asks, cocky.

you nod. "not as good as you though." you smile, moving to sit up.

"where do you think you're going?" pope says, scooting over closer to you on the bed, pressing you by your shoulder back down into the mattress. you smile, "i was going to go to the bathroom... but i have a feeling that's not going to happen."

he shakes his head, smirk growing on his face. he tucks your hair behind your ear before he moves to position his head between your legs.

"now's my turn. show you how good i can make you feel." his voice is low as he presses your legs apart.

it's going to be a very long night.

i hope you enjoyed!!! as always send me any thoughts / ideas / requests you may have :P

[insidekatmind]

Kiara who?-Pope Heyward

Wearning:+18,smut

You're sitting on Pope's couch, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed as you watch him pacing nervously back and forth across the room.

"Y/N, you don’t understand! I had to do it, or she’d never notice me!" Pope exclaims defensively.

"Oh, sure, because stealing your dad’s boat is the best way to impress Kiara," you reply sarcastically, a hint of frustration in your voice. "Do you realize how stupid that was? If you’d been caught, what would you have done?!"

Pope stops in his tracks and looks at you, his face flushed with emotion but tinged with embarrassment. "You don’t understand how important this is to me… Kiara is special."

You sigh, shaking your head. "I know she is, Pope. But you’re Pope! You don’t need to do crazy things to prove who you are. If she doesn’t see how amazing you already are, then she doesn’t deserve you."

Pope's irritation boiled over, and he finally snapped. "You think it's easy for me? You have no idea what it's like to be the smart guy, the one everyone expects to have it all together. But no matter how hard I study or how many APs I ace, I’m not the guy girls like Kiara notice. I’m just Pope, the guy they call when they need tutoring or a study partner."

You get even more angry at his words as you can't believe that he only sees this. You get up from the couch and walk over to him. “You're an idiot if you only see this about yourself” you blurt out looking at him. "and it's not just Kiara on this damned island"

Pope is taken aback by your sudden outburst and your proximity, but he can’t ignore the passion in your voice. He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off. "You think you’re not enough for anyone, but that’s the farthest thing from the truth. You’re smart, loyal, and kind. And, believe it or not, you’re also really cute. There’s a lot more to you than just being the smart guy."

Pope’s anger and defensiveness soften slightly as he absorbs your words. He looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of sarcasm or pity, but he finds none. "You really mean that?" he asks hesitantly, vulnerability creeping into his voice.

You take a step closer to him, closing the remaining distance between you. "I do. You don’t have to steal a boat or do anything crazy just to get someone’s attention. You’re already amazing as you are," you reply firmly, but with a hint of tenderness.

Pope’s heart races as your proximity. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and your words wash over him like a soothing balm to his wounded ego."I… I guess I just get tired of feeling like no one sees me for me, “ he admits, his voice quiet. "It’s like I have to do something crazy just to prove that I’m worth noticing."

You reach out and place a comforting hand on his arm, your touch gentle but deliberate. "You don’t have to do anything except be yourself, Pope. You’re worthy of attention and love just as you are. Screw Kiara, you don't need her."

His eyes widen slightly at your words, and a flicker of surprise crosses his face, surprised by how strongly you seem to feel about this. But he can’t help the flutter in his chest at your touch.

"I’ve never heard it put that way," he admits reluctantly, his words barely above a whisper. "I guess I’ve just been so caught up in trying to impress Kiara… I didn’t realize how much it was consuming me.”

You step even closer, your body almost pressed against his. "You don’t have to impress anyone, Pope. And definitely not Kiara," you say firmly, your grip on his arm tightening slightly. "You just have to be the amazing person you already are."

Pope’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels your body against his own. The heat from your skin seems to burn through his clothes, and his heart races in his chest. "How do you know that?" he asks quietly, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability and longing.

You move your hand from his arm to his cheek, gently cupping it. “I just do,” you reply softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, your touch sending shivers down his spine. “You’re more than just the smart guy, Pope. You’re everything.”

His breath hitches again as your touch ignites a fire inside of him, a fire he didn’t even know existed. Your words hit him like a tidal wave, and he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “You… you really think so?” he asks softly, his gaze fixated on yours, searching for any hint of dishonesty or pity.

Your fingers continue to trace his jawline, the delicate touch sending electric shocks down his spine. Your eyes are locked with his, and you can see the mix of surprise, hope, and vulnerability etched in his expression."I do," you assure him adamantly. "I see all of these things in you, Pope. Trust me."

The fire inside him burns hotter with each passing second, and he can’t remember ever feeling like this before. Your touch, your words, your presence… They’re all intoxicating, leaving him breathless and wanting more.“But… why?” he asks weakly, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “Why do you see all that in me?”

Your hand moves from his jaw to the nape of his neck, threading into his hair and pulling him closer. You’re so close now that your bodies are practically touching, the heat from his skin mixing with your own. "Because it’s the truth," you reply simply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because I see you for who you really are."

He feels lightheaded from your proximity, your touch, your words. It’s all too much, but oh, how he wants more. He can’t help but take a step closer, closing the remaining distance between you. "And who am I, really?"Pope asks looking at your lips. He breathes, his gaze still fixed on yours, his body feeling like it’s on fire.

Your heart races in your chest at the proximity, your bodies now pressed flush together. Your hand in his hair pulls him closer, your fingers tangling in the locks. “You’re kind,” you murmur, your breath brushing against his lips. “Intelligent. Loyal. Strong. Funny…”Your words are cut off by the unexpected press of Pope’s lips against yours.

His body fully pressing you against the wall. The kiss sparks like a live wire, a mixture of passion and suppressed emotions igniting between you both. Your head spins, and you gasp in surprise before melting into the kiss, your hand still tangled in his hair and the other fisting his shirt.

Pope’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His hands explore your body, tracing your curves and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The kiss deepens, and he can’t get enough of you, his tongue pushing past your lips. His body pressing more against yours, his grip on you tight. He can’t help but release a low moan against your lips.

You gasp into the kiss and cling to him as he kisses you back with even more passion. Pope’s lips devour yours with a new fervor, his hand moving to cup your face, angling your head for better access to your mouth. His body is flush against yours, pressing you tight against the wall. He releases another low moan, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

Pope's hands roam your body with a newfound confidence, Pope picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his hips and without breaking the kiss. He he quickly maneuvers you onto the couch. You straddle him, your legs on either side of his hips, and he pulls you even closer, his body heat radiating into you. His hands find their way under your shirt, tracing patterns on your bare skin.

You moan into the kiss from the position and cling to him, kissing him with your tongue. Pope responds eagerly, his tongue meeting yours in an intimate dance. He kisses you deeply, savoring the taste of your mouth. His hands continue to explore your bare skin under your shirt, running up your sides and caressing your back. He tugs at the hem of your shirt, a silent request.

You break away from the kiss to take off your shirt and shorts. Pope’s breath hitches in his throat as you undress, his eyes roaming over your body with a mixture of awe and desire. He eagerly helps you remove his shirt, throwing it to the floor before pulling you on top of him. The feeling of your bare skin against his sends sparks through him, and he grabs you, rolling you onto your back and pinning you against the cushions.

Pope’s lips move from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and small, gentle bites along your exposed skin. His hands continue to roam your body, caressing and exploring every dip and curve with a newfound hunger. He positions himself between your legs, his body almost completely covering yours, and nips at the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

You moan into his touch and arch for him, “Pope” you moan looking up at him.

Pope’s heart skips a beat at the sound of you saying his name, his own name on your lips sending heat rushing straight to his core. He looks down at you, drinking in the sight of you writhing beneath him, his eyes dark with desire.

“Say it again,” he requests hoarsely, his voice low and gravelly. “Say my name again.”

You’re breathless, your body on fire from his touch, and the sound of his own plea only fuels the heat coursing through you. Your hands grip his biceps, holding on for dear life as you arch into him, your bodies flush against each other. “Pope,” you repeat breathlessly, your voice a low, ragged whisper of need. “Pope, please…”

The sound of his name on your lips, coming out of you in such a wanton, pleading tone, drives him wild with want. He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth hungrily. His hands roam your body with an unbridled urgency, tracing every contour, caressing every inch he can reach. He pulls away from the kiss just long enough to reply, his voice thick with need: “I want everything,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “I want you.”

Something snaps in you when you hear his words and feel his breath on your skin. A primal, animalistic need takes over, and you pull Pope down onto you, flipping your positions so you’re now on top of him. You press your body flush against his, and he lets out a gasp of surprise at the unexpected change in position. Your lips crash into his, the kiss hungry and desperate, as your hands roam his body, mapping out every plane and contour.

Pope quickly frees himself from his shorts and boxers and takes off your underwear and immediately enters you feeling the need to feel you. You both moan into the kiss. The moment of entry brings a low, guttural moan from the both of you, and Pope clutches at you as if he can't bear to be even an inch away from you. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, as he wraps his arms around you, holding you in place against him. He meets your gaze, his eyes dark and blazing with lust, and he gasps out your name hoarsely. “You feel so good,” he murmurs.

You moan feeling his thrusts inside you. “You are so big Pope” you murmur holding onto him trying to get more. The combination of your words and the feel of your hands on him drive Pope to the edge. He responds to your murmur by thrusting deeper, his body moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that drives you both wild with desire. “You like that?” he asks, his voice a low, guttural growl, as he buries his face into your neck and kisses the sensitive skin there.

You moan in response and scratch his back. “So good,” you say, your voice cracking with moans. Every moan, every gasp of pleasure from your lips only serves to fuel the fire inside of him even more. Pope buries his lips and teeth into the junction of your shoulder and neck, leaving a mark of possession behind. His hands grip your hips, guiding your movements and helping you meet his rhythm.

“You’re mine,” he grits out against your skin, his words punctuated by a sharp thrust. “Say it.” You moan excited by his being dominant. You had never seen Pope like this and you loved it.

“I'm yours Pope, all yours” you moan as you continue to scratch his back from the pleasure he was giving you. Your confirmation that you are his and only his sends a thrill through Pope that he’s never experienced before. A mixture of dominance and possessiveness takes over him, and he tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin.

“Damn right you are,” he growls, the sound low and primal. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting go.” His words make you shiver in anticipation, and you arch into him as he pistons into you, wanting to feel every inch of him. Your own hands roam over his back, grabbing and clutching at the skin anywhere you can reach, your nails leaving deep scratches behind.

“Harder,” you gasp into his ear, your voice an octave higher than normal with need. “Please, Pope.” Pope doesn’t need to be told twice.

The command on your lips, the need in your voice, only serve to stoke the fire within him. He growls out your name, his hands gripping onto you even tighter as he obliges and quicken the pace. He kisses, bites, and licks every piece of skin he can reach, leaving a trail of fire and desire in his wake.

The change in pace sends waves of pleasure through you, and you arch your back with a guttural moan. The sensations are overwhelming, and your nails dig into his back, leaving behind angry, red lines. “I’m getting close,” you manage to gasp out, your words intermingled with moans and gasps. “Just don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

Pope’s mind almost goes blank at your words. He doesn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to. The feel of your nails in his skin and the sounds of your gasping moans only serve to push him towards the edge. He tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging in even harder as he thrusts even deeper into you, prolonging the pleasure for both of you. “I won’t,” he promises huskily, his voice low and rough with desire. “I won’t stop until we both get come”.

The waves of pleasure crash over you both, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your bodies. Pope pulls you tight against him, his arms wrapping around you like a security blanket as he tries to catch his breath. Your body thrums with satisfaction, and you bury your face into his neck, simply content to be held by him.“Holy hell,” he gasps out, his voice rough and breathless. “That… you…”

You giggle weakly and nod in agreement, not quite trusting your voice. You press a soft kiss to his neck, feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied. It feels like your body has been through a wringer, but it was the best kind of wringer possible. “That was…” you start, but even your brain is all fuzzy still. “Amazing,” you manage to utter.

Pope lets out a weak chuckle at the sound of your ragged voice, the exhaustion in it only serving to make his body warmer in a strange way. He rubs your back gently, caressing you with a tenderness that contrasts to the passion of moments before. “Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it,” he responds, his voice still rough, but softer than before. “That was… I don’t even know how to speak right now, honestly.”

"Did I manage to make you forget about Kiara?" You whisper as he kisses your neck. He looks up without moving away from your neck. "Kiara who?" He murmurs, nibbling on your neck

[4vanaa]

—PILOT “Family Dinner (Or Whatever This Is)” outer banks modern family au

[It’s family dinner night at Pope and Cleo’s house—an attempt at a civilized gathering that, predictably, turns into an absolute disaster before it even starts. Each family is scrambling to get ready, kids are causing havoc, and in classic Modern Family fashion, the confessionals, give us an inside look at just how unhinged this crew really is.]

[LO: CAMERON HOUSEHOLD]

The camera cuts to Rafe standing in the living room, staring at a screaming Poppy (3), who has decided she doesn’t want to wear clothes. Milo (10) is sitting on the couch, fully dressed but casually eating a Pop-Tart, while Ava (15) is still upstairs, refusing to come down.

CONFESSIONAL Rafe & You

YOU: deadpan “We’re supposed to leave in five minutes.”

RAFE: chuckling, gesturing to the mess behind him “Yeah… that’s not happening.”

YOU: “Ava won’t come downstairs, Poppy is running around naked, and Milo—” glares off-camera“—MILO, STOP FEEDING THE DOG CHIPS.”

RAFE: shrugs “At least the dog’s eating.”

—Cut to Ava upstairs, dramatically lying on her bed, scrolling on her phone.

CONFESSIONAL Ava

AVA: “I don’t even know why we have these family dinners. Every time, someone storms out, someone cries, and last time Uncle JJ almost set the backyard on fire.” pause “It was kind of iconic, though.”

—Smash cut to Rafe yelling up the stairs, “AVA, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE OR YOU’RE GROUNDED.”

CONFESSIONAL Poppy

POPPY: grinning, wearing fairy wings and no pants “Daddy said a bad word.”

[LO: MAYBANK HOUSEHOLD]

The Maybank house is too calm, which is a bad sign. Jax (7) is fully dressed but covered in dirt, while Maya (12) is filming a TikTok dance in the kitchen. Kai (16), still shirtless, is texting someone suspiciously while JJ is making nachos instead of getting dressed.

CONFESSIONAL Kiara & JJ

KIARA: “JJ doesn’t understand the concept of—” hand quotes “— getting ready.”

JJ: mouth full of nachos “That’s because dinner is at seven, and it is currently—” checks phone “—not seven.”

KIARA: death glare

Meanwhile, Jax is whispering something to Milo(who is FaceTiming him), clearly planning some kind of mischief.

CONFESSIONAL Jax & Maya

JAX: grinning mischievously “Milo and I are bringing stink bombs.”

MAYA: rolling her eyes “This is why we’re never invited anywhere nice.”

—Cut to Kiara snatching JJ’s nachos, forcing him upstairs. Kai is still standing there, texting, when Kiara calls him out—

KIARA: “Kai. Shirt. Now.”

KAI: grinning “Ava likes this one.”

JJ: (off-screen): “Damn right she does—OW! KIE!”

[LO: ROUTLEDGE HOUSEHOLD]

Sarah is running around, trying to wrangle Lily (9) & Bennett (4) into their shoes, while Carter (14) is sitting on the counter, eating chips, and doing absolutely nothing to help. John B is... well, he’s looking for his shoes.

CONFESSIONAL John B & Sarah

SARAH: exasperated “We’re late every. Single. Time.”

JOHN B: defensive “Okay, but, like, time is a social construct.”

SARAH: “Tell that to Cleo when we show up forty-five minutes late and she glares at us until we die.”

—Smash cut to Carter smirking.

CONFESSIONAL Carter

CARTER: “Mom and Dad are always late. I don’t even try to get ready until at least ten minutes after they freak out. At this point, it’s a science.”

[LO: HEYWARD HOUSEHOLD]

Pope and Cleo are setting up dinner, the only responsible people in the entire family. Zara (13) is helping, while Jude (8) is sneakily trying to set up a booby trap near the front door.

CONFESSIONAL Pope & Cleo

POPE: stressed “This is a simple dinner. Why is that impossible?”

CLEO: deadpan “Because we’re related to crazy people.”

The doorbell rings. It’s Topper, who has arrived early with Finn (15) & Ruby (6).

CONFESSIONAL Topper

TOPPER: smug “I don’t know why it’s so hard for everyone to be on time. My family runs like a well-oiled machine.”

—Cut to Ruby throwing a juice box at Finn’s head while he scrolls through his phone, completely unfazed.

༝ Your family shows up fifteen minutes late, and Poppy is still wearing fairy wings (but now has pants).

༝ JJ & Kiara’s kids immediately run off with Jax’s stink bombs.

༝ John B & Sarah arrive last(again), and Cleo just glares at them.

༝ Ruby and Bennett start a war over the last dinner roll.

༝ Ava & Kai are flirting, which makes Rafe visibly twitch.

༝ Jude’s booby trap actually works, and Topper gets hit with a bucket of water.

CONFESSIONAL Pope

POPE: staring blankly at the camera, wine glass in hand “I hate them all.”

CONFESSIONAL JJ & Rafe

JJ: “See, this is why we don’t try to be responsible.”

RAFE: “You don’t try because you’re lazy.”

JJ: grinning “And yet, here we are. Surviving. Thriving. Watching Topper get hit with a bucket.”

—Cut to Topper still dripping wet, cursing under his breath as Ruby and Bennett cackle.

CONFESSIONAL Poppy & Bennett

POPPY: whispers “Uncle Barry said this family is crazy.”

BENNETT: nodding seriously “Uncle Barry is right.”

—Smash cut to Barry arriving fashionably late with a six-pack of beer and a bag of chips, looking at the disaster in front of him.

CONFESSIONAL Barry

BARRY: grinning “Yeah, this is exactly why I don’t have kids.”

[cassidyandonlycassidy]

my pretty girl

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, protected sex, tit play, established relationship, fluffy

“you coming fishing?” jj asks pope, slapping him on the shoulder, not even waiting for an answer before he begins pulling him along.

“baby-” pope looks to you, and you quickly fix your face, a smile spreading over your features. 

“go ahead.” you encourage him. “ive got some cleaning to do around the house anyways.” you shrug.

pope frowns. you should have known better than to attempt to hide your emotions from him, he sees so easily through you. “sorry, jay.” he steps out of his friends hold. “im staying home with y/n.”

jj sighs dramatically, tipping his head back. “fine!” he leaves the patio, grumbling something about all of his friends having girlfriends and leaving him behind.

“you can go, i don't mind.” you say softly as pope sits down on the sofa next to you.

“nope.” he shakes his head. “need some alone time with my pretty girl.” 

you feel your cheeks heat up as he pulls you into his side, kisses being pressed against your head. despite dating for almost a year now, pope never fails to make you blush.

“i missed you.” you coo out, snuggling into his chest.

“yeah?” he smirks down at you. “even though it was literally less than 24 hours since i saw you last?”

“ugh, still too long.” you roll your eyes, even though you're happy pope got to spend some time with his friends, a boys night only at the chalet.

“so what cleaning do you have to do? i can help.”

“baby, i was just making something up so you wouldn't feel bad.” you giggle. “i mean, i do have laundry to put away but…”

“but you'd rather do something else?” pope questions.

“mhm…” you stand up slowly, hand squeezing around popes as you pull him inside, walking him towards your room.

“so this is what you meant by missing me?” pope laughs, shutting and locking the door behind you even though no one is home.

“hey.” you pout. “i missed you and i missed you.”

“aw, babygirl.” pope laughs gently, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss. you're instantly lost in his lips, not even realizing that pope had moved you further into the room until he's laying you down onto your bed.

“pope…” you whisper. “please.”

“i got you, baby.” he keeps his voice soft and soothing as he kisses you again, allowing you to focus on the kiss as his hands trail over your body, running his fingertips down your arms and cupping your waist, anything to touch you.

“will you-” you begin before suddenly feeling shy when pope looks down at you.

“will i what?” a smile spreads across his face. he loves when you ask him specifically for what you want, instead of just letting him take the lead and do whatever he pleases, having to guess what feels best for you.

“um…” you cover your face with your hands, only getting the confidence to say anything when you don't have to look pope in the eye. “play with my chest.”

you can't get the actual words out. breasts, boobs, tits, whatever you want to call them, and you have to settle for chest as it's the least embarrassing.

“hell yeah.” pope let's his excitement slip before calming himself, knowing how much his energy effects you.

popes large hands cup over your chest, rubbing at your breasts through your tank top and bra. pope kisses you again, but keeps them light so you can really pay attention to his palms rubbing against your nipples.

“can i take this off?” pope asks, hands moving down your stomach and disappearing underneath the hem of your shirt.

“yeah.” you nod, sitting up to allow him to pull the fabric away, leaving you in just a bra. pope has seen you naked many times before, but every time feels new and intimate with how gentle and caring he is.

“my pretty girl.” he coos out, warm brown eyes looking into yours.

pope reaches behind your back and unclips your bra after struggling with the clasp for a second, but he doesn't instantly pull it away.

he starts with the straps, slowly guiding them down your shoulders as his mouth follows with kisses, spreading goosebumps along your arms.

“pope.” you whimper out, a plea for more.

“mhm.” he hums, understanding what you're asking for as he pulls the cups down, revealing your already hard nipples.

he doesn't even wait to get your bra all the way off before his mouth latches onto your skin, tongue briefly flicking over your nipple before his plush lips wrap around the bud with a soft suck.

your hands come to his curly hair, scrunching it between your fingers as he plays with your chest using his mouth, switching back and forth to give each side equal attention.

“does that feel good?” he asks, a smile on his face. it's a rhetorical question, if the moans didn't tell him, then the blissed out look on your face would.

pope goes back to sucking on your nipple, one of his hands cupping your other breast, thumb swiping over your nipple as his other hand skirts down your stomach.

you feel your breath suck in before you even realize as he passes over the button on your shorts and delves right between your legs, cupping your pussy through the fabric.

“oh, god!” you squeal out. “pope!”

you can feel his smile against your chest as he rubs his fingers into you, pushing your already wet underwear against your cunt, focusing in on where he knows your clit is, having memorized your entire body from head to toe.

“i need you.” you whine. “come on, please.”

pope looks up at you, his gaze heated as his hand continues to rub against your core. “need me where?”

“need you…” you whisper out. “need you to fuck me.”

“that's my girl.” pope leans in and gives you a kiss. he always tries to encourage you when you manage to use your words.

pope moves so he's kneeling between your spread thighs. the first thing he does is rip his shirt off, and you ignore the urge to reach up and rub your hands against his defined muscles.

“my handsome boy.” you smile up at him, love so evident in your eyes, echoing the words he always says to you.

“love you.” pope knows his cock is straining against his shorts, and you are beyond desperate for him, but he still pauses to lean down and give you yet another kiss.

“love you too.” you coo back. it hasn't been all that long since you've made that declaration to each other, so the words still feel exciting every time they're said.

popes hands focus in on the zipper and buttons of your shorts, quickly undoing them to slide the jeans off your legs as he tosses them away. 

you smile shyly as he begins to focus on getting himself the rest of the way undressed as you slip your underwear off and let them fall off the bed as you splay out.

“look at you.” pope coos, making sure to get the condom out of his pocket. despite you being on birth control, you're always extra cautious, way too young and responsible to get pregnant.

“come on.” you giggle, impatient, as he takes the condom and rips the foil, spreading the rubber over his length.

“kay, ready.” pope gets himself into position, holding himself up over top of you as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

you take a deep breath to relax your body as he pushes inside, making sure to go extra slow to allow you to adjust.

“f-fuck.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him further into you as popes hips press all the way forward, cock buried inside of you.

“give me a minute.” you hum, shifting your hips from side to side. pope distracts himself with kissing along your jaw and neck until you give him a nod, a signal that it's alright to move.

“feel so good baby.” pope groans out, keeping his thrusts slow and steady at first.

“mmm.” you hum out, unable to actually form words in response.

popes back arches as he ducks his head to wrap his mouth around your nipple again, sucking as his hips slowly increase in pace.

you moan out, arms pressing him closer into your chest, encouragement to continue as he pumps into you, knowing neither of you can last that long.

“so warm and wet for me baby.” pope praises you, switching to the other side of your chest as the wet squelching sound spreads over the room with every movement of his cock.

“only for you.” you smile softly, glad when pope lifts his head to press a kiss against your lips. 

“love you, love you, love you.” pope says, forever the soft and sweet boyfriend that you fell so deeply for.

“cum for me.” he urges you, shifting his weight to one arm to allow his other hand to drop, rubbing circles over your clit.

“oh my god!” you squeal out, head tilting back, pressing into the pillow as his fingertips work against your bud, having figured out just what you like and what touches get you there fastest.

“fuck, can feel you clenching around me.” pope gasps, hips moving faster, fucking into you with a fury that you know means he's going to cum soon.

“i-i-” you try to warn pope, but the words dissolve into moans as your orgasm hits you, high washing over your body as your legs shake, the tightening of your pussy causing pope to cum as well, pushing his hips forward to cum as deeply inside of you as possible, even if he is sheathed with a condom.

“fuck! baby!” pope shouts out, a few final thrusts before he pulls out, collapsing against the bed next to you.

“oh my god.” you giggle, legs snapping closed to cover the mess between your thighs as your hands come to your face, hiding your bright red cheeks from pope.

“you're so cute.” pope kisses over top of your hands before standing up and heading to the bathroom to discard his condom, coming back with a warm wet washcloth.

you keep your face covered as he cleans you up, always feeling a little shy right after sex.

“hey.” pope pokes you.

you put your hands down, a soft smile on your face as he hands you your clothes to put back on. despite knowing no one will be home for many more hours, you don't like to risk getting caught by hanging around naked.

you both get dressed quickly before you wrap your arms around popes shoulders, tucking your head into his neck.

“thank you.” you whisper. “that was really, really, really, good.”

“always happy to help.” pope laughs, reaching down to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you through the house, back towards the patio to continue relaxing.

“ah, so that's why you didn't go fishing.”

“jj!” you squeal, jumping out of popes arms.

“what? john b was busy with sarah so i came back here. y'all are loud by the way.” jj shrugs.

“dude, im going to kill you.” pope says, rushing after jj as your laughter spreads throughout the backyard, watching your boyfriend chase his friend through the grass.

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰ Pretty please!! ꒱

Characters :: John "B" Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron.

Synopsis :: You ask your boyfriend to do a simple task for you just to see if he will.

Includings :: Short drabbles, established relationships, acts of service, nicknames, just lots of fluff, maybe ooc Rafe

An :: Just because I think this trend is adorable

« J. Routledge »

"JB, can you pick out the pomegranate seeds for me? I don't like how sticky it is."

John B glanced back over at you as he stated at the Pomegranate and his lips press together in a thin line.

"Why didn't you get it in the cups? Where it's already all seeds?" He asks and you shrug, still holding the fruit out.

"It's sweeter this way. Please?"

He doesn't want to do it, not because he just doesn't want to; but because he doesn't really know how to peel a pomegranate.

But he nods with a smile as he grabs it from you and moves to grab the cutting board. "Of course, baby."

|★|

« J. Maybank »

"JJ can you pretty please with cherries on top peel this orange for me?"

JJ chuckles a bit as he raises his brows in slight amusement, tilting his head towards you.

"What? Can't peel it on your own?"

He snickers, sort of making fun of you and you just shrug, holding it out to him again and he rolls his eyes playfully as he takes it from you.

He digs his nails into the skin of the fruit as he peels it back. He's a bit messy with it, but he gets the job done.

He takes one of the slices, popping it into his mouth and hands you the rest.

"There. Is there anything else of yours that I can peel off?"

|★|

« P. Heyward »

"Pope! Tie my shoe, please."

"Of course." Pope hums and stops right in his tracks, he doesn't even question it or give you a confused look.

He gets down on his knees, patting one for you to place your shoe on his knee and he brings your hand to his shoulder to use as leverage.

He smiles as he ties your shoe, a simple task that he knows you could have done yourself but he doesn't mind doing it for you.

He taps your other shoe so both of them are tied the same and have less of a chance of untying without you even having to say anything.

He finished both shoes and dusts off his knees as he grabs your hand, entwining it with his and he places a kiss on your temple.

"There. Anything else you need?"

|★|

« R. Cameron »

"Rafee! Can you reapply my lipgloss?"

Rafe looks over at you, not quite hearing you the first time so he walks over to you, leaning his golf club against the golf cart where your seated.

"What was that, princess?" He hums when he finally got close enough and you hold out your [f/color] lipgloss tube.

"I asked if you could reapply my lipgloss for me."

He's amused and a bit astonished at your request because it's so simple for you to do it yourself. He even narrows his gaze at you a little bit and you only smile.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"So is that a no?"

He inhales deeply and sighs, grabbing it from you. "Fine."

Rafe grabs your face softly to tilt your head up as you pucker your lips at him and he applies the lipgloss to your top and bottom lip in a fresh glossy coat.

"There. All better now?"

You nod, smiling and he can't help but smile back as he places a kiss on your lips and you groan that he messed it up.

He only shrugs and leans back in for another.

[riverbends]

something something pope cody spots broke single mom reader in a grocery store and he can’t help but watch from around the corner of an aisle as you regrettably tell your kid that you can’t afford to get whatever they’re asking for because you’ve already stocked up on necessities that have reached your budget. for pope, the pout on your kid’s face is only secondary to the anguish that’s written all over yours. the urge to aid, to assuage, is a driving force within him - one that he only recognises when he sees you frown in defeat. the way you comb your fingers through your baby’s hair, trying to comfort them, kinda has him feeling weak and gut-punched. is anybody taking care of you? someone has to. he’s already taken note of the prized item that you don’t have enough to pay for and he’s gone before you can even notice he was watching in the first place.

but then you’re in the parking lot with your kid who’s sighing and pouting as you’re loading the groceries into the trunk of your ancient, half-dead sedan when a strange man rocks up next to you with his own bag of groceries. looks like he’s never smiled a day in his life. doesn’t introduce himself, doesn’t really say anything at all, but he’s handing your kid whatever they were begging you for in the store and they beam up at him like he just gifted them the fucking world. you, on the other hand, are a little sceptical because how did he notice? where on earth did he come from? why is he so eerily quiet? you can only resort to smiling at him and, to your surprise (and your delight), the corner of his mouth just barely quirks up. a little crooked. it warms you. “what do you say to the nice man?” you ask your kid, and they promptly drag out a well-rehearsed ‘thaaaank youuu’. the man nods once. and then he’s on his way, disappearing from view. weeks later, you’ve only just recently caught onto the recurring appearance of a bulky black pickup with tinted windows parked opposite your neighbour’s house. hm. that’s odd.

(update: i decided to continue this here)

[nogutsnogloria]

guys idk this worm crawled into my brain and i could not get it out.

Pope Cody x Reader

Pope is pretty sure that he has died and somehow was let into heaven. That has to be the only explanation for this.

His wife brought her into this world three weeks ago, and he never thought he could love her or the gift she had just given him more.

Except now this moment he thinks it might be in the winning for the most love he has ever felt.

He has his daughter tucked into his chest. In the safest spot she could possibly be under his touch. Underneath his other arm he has you curled into his side, face pressed into the other side of his chest. Both his girls feeling safe enough to use him as a pillow to take a much deserved nap.

He thinks he doesn’t deserve any of this. This life is too soft, he can’t believe he has something this good, the love he’s feeling in this moment is overwhelming and he’s terrified someone is going to wake him from this dream.

He is soon brought out of his thoughts by his daughter beginning to stir, he knows there’s only so much he can do to soothe his tiny best friend before he’s going to have to wake his other best friend to do the one thing he can’t when it comes to taking care of their baby.

Even if it is his favorite thing to see, his wife nourishing his baby, he could watch in amazement all day, he’s hoping he can let you take a much deserved rest for at least five more minutes so he breaks the perfect silence he was sitting with to speak in a soothing hush.

“Shhh princess, let mommy rest a little longer, she’s done so much for us and deserves it. hmm?”

[ervotica]

BAMBI'S INSTAGRAM

pope heyward x bambi!reader

bambi!reader is a sweetheart. she bakes, she crafts, she naps, and she loves all things pope. you'll find her lounging at the beach, making sandcastles, surfing (badly), or helping out at heyward's seafood (and, in the process, securing her place as heyward's favourite child). she's a little ditsy, spending most of her time outdoors catching critters and falling asleep in places that no one should nap. she's cuddly, a little flighty, and very clumsy. more bruises and scrapes than you can count; you will always find her with pope's arm around her or his hand in hers to keep her from toppling over. kie and sarah are her very best friends (and partners in critter catching and crime!), and the boys only tease her a little for being so clumsy (fine, a lot).

check out the tag pope and bambi for more of these two!

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[flofaiiry]

why him? ; pope cody x reader

warnings: swearing, probably ooc pope & j

wc: ~580

i am so so sorry if this is extremely ooc for pope or j, i'm basing them off of the two episodes i've watched and a bunch of pope fanfic i've read! i'm imagining this taking place right at the beginning of the show (seeing as that's all ive watched!!)

"i dont want this to come across as like..." josh trails off, searching for the words so as to not offend you, "like, rude or whatever?" he squints, trying not to cringe at how awkward he's being. you smile, "spit it out, kid, i won't be offended."

he takes a beat, slowly nodding before he continues. "why are you..." he glances back to andrew standing inside the house, before turning back to you. "why are you with him?" you raise your eyebrows, "him? you mean andrew?" josh nods, "pope, yeah- andrew i guess."

you cant help but laugh. the sound mostly leaving as forced exhales through your nose. "yeah i guess we're not really alike at all, huh." josh shakes his head, "no, you're definitely not." a small smile coming on his face, now knowing you didn't take his question the wrong way.

you take a sec, honestly thinking about the answer. why were you: college educated, career woman, from a good family, with andrew pope cody of all people. you understood how the question could come up.

you shrug.

"why is anyone with anyone," you smirk. trying to sound philosophical, while also dodging the question. josh just stares at you, not quite getting the sarcasm. you sigh. "to be honest, j? i couldn't tell you why." you admit. "i don't know that there's a reason... i just-," another sigh, collecting your thoughts now.

"i know he's not everyone's cup of tea," you start. "i know he's a lot for some people, i know people don't really get him, i know he can be scary at first..." you're practically rambling now. "i know he's got a staring habit," you tease, earning a laugh from josh, "yeah he definitely does. that shit is unsettling as hell," he admits and you laugh, nodding. "it one hundred percent is but- you'll get used to it i swear."

"really though, j, why is anyone with anyone," you circle back to your earlier point, once filled with sarcasm, now an actual question. "why are you with your girlfriend?" you counter, not trying to deflect, just... curious.

he shrugs. "makes me happy." he says matter-of-factly, "i don't know, she just... gets me." you smile. "exactly."

"is andrew a little... weird? absolutely he is. he's probably the strangest, most complicated person i've ever met but... when i'm with him? when it's just us? god, it's..." you try to find the words to describe how being with andrew makes you feel, but decide to use josh's own.

"he gets me," you say simply, "and i get him."

josh nods slowly, "i guess that's all you need, right? someone that gets you." you smile, "yeah it really is."

"what's all you need?" andrew asks as he emerges from the house, walking over to where you and josh sit on a couch by the pool.

"someone that gets you." you repeat, smiling at your boyfriend while he sits down beside you and drapes his arm across your shoulder. "kid was asking for relationship advice. told him all you need is someone that gets you. the rest will just... fall into place." you fill him in. it's not entirely a lie, but it's enough for andrew not to ask anymore questions.

"uh huh," andrew hums, "got my someone right here." he pulls you into him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you smile.

for the first time, in this moment, josh thinks he might be understanding why you two are together.

[halfway-happyyy]

what? who, me? oh nothin' - just thinking about what it would be like to leave a shitty party early with pope. there are a plethora of places you could go, but you end up at the beach because there's something about the ocean that's always lulled you. yeah, the all-encompassing vastness of it is terrifying but it's also kept every secret you've ever whispered to it over the years, and for that, you'll always be grateful.

while the alcohol consumed causes your world to spin slightly on its axis, you're awed at how clearly the stars twinkle and shine above you. pope's hand tightens around yours then, pulling you from your reverie. you know very little about the man next to you, apart from the warnings your brothers had issued to you in the past.

'never, ever get close to a cody. they've all got the devil in them.'

but glancing at him now - with the way the pale moonlight illuminates his freckled face, the muscle that flexes in his jaw, the feeling of his warm hand entwined in yours - you're certain you've never felt closer to heaven.

"which one is that one?" pope asks, pointing to a smattering of stars in the night sky.

"that's o'rion," you smile. "its one of my favourites. it contains some of the brightest stars in the night sky."

"is that why it's your favourite?" he asks.

you nod. "that star towards the top left is a red supergiant that is nearing the end of it's life. when it does eventually happen, it'll result in a supernova that'll be highly visible even from where we are, which i think is pretty cool."

pope lets out a low whistle.

"I've always been drawn to it."

your silence gives way to the waves that swell and crash against the shore.

"I'm not afraid, by the way." it comes out so quietly, you worry he's missed it.

"of what?" he asks.

you squeeze his hand. "of you."

a range of emotions play out on his face before a small, shy smile pulls the edges of his lips skyward.

"I'm glad."

[girthgrudgefear]

i know i write about pope having a partner who isn’t afraid of him, was never afraid of him, but imagine pope being aware that he’s making the person he likes uneasy and making a conscious effort to appear less… threatening.

how pope is instantly intrigued by this newcomer, a friend of deran’s or craig’s or j’s, who is lounging somewhere in the cody residence with good company. how he enters the room, quietly, at first, going unnoticed by nobody except them. how pope’s soon-to-be partner in question keeps talking, laughing, while everyone else is tense.

and then finally, when they notice that everyone has stopped talking, eyes locked behind where they're sitting, silently acknowledging someone they’ve obviously yet to meet.

when they turn around and see pope standing there, they audibly flinch, maybe mutter a quick, ‘jeez!’ and clutch their hand to their chest. then this earns some chuckles from deran or craig or j, who introduces them to pope.

and despite jumping about five feet in the air from fright, their smile is soft, genuine as they introduce themselves, hold their hand out for pope to shake.

which pope does not do.

and just like that their visit is cut short, and pope is lightly admonished about how he’s scared away yet another friend.

then it’s back to business as usual and they begin to discuss a job. except it’s not, because pope has this feeling that he’s been well-acquainted with since he learned of julia’s death.

it’s guilt.

pope feels guilty for scaring them away.

so the next time that the cody’s throw a party and this person shows up, pope catches them as they’re taking a beer out of the cooler. and when they turn, they immediately yelp.

and drop the beer bottle.

pope doesn’t get hurt because he’s still got his boots and jeans on, but the trajectory of the glass leaves several prominent gashes on the other person’s feet and legs.

they don’t react to the pain because they are too busy, caught between looking around for a paper towel to pick up the glass and apologizing profusely for making a mess.

“leave it. we need to take a look at your legs.” pope says with such finality that the other person’s movement slows.

“um, okay.” they hesitate, and pope hates that they hesitate, because between the broken bottle and the cuts that feeling is back, and now with this — he just wants the party to be over.

but they let pope fix them, try to pass the time by making small talk with pope, none of which pope is receptive to. only one cut needs stitches but all of them need to be cleaned, and he finds it endearing how they hiss at the first touch of peroxide to the wound before relaxing back into the bathroom counter.

“stop shaking your leg.” pope says as he’s threading the needle.

“i don’t mean to.”

“then why are you doing it?” he asks, looking up at them as he does so. and when their eyes meet, he feels it again when they immediately look away.

“because you make me nervous.”

“i don’t mean to.” he says, almost indignantly, which makes them giggle. the leg stops shaking and pope is able to finish with ease.

and it’s only when pope is walking them to their car that pope says, “i’m sorry.”

and when they ask, “for what?”

he says, “for scaring you. i know i scare people, but…” his gaze, fixed on the black pavement, meets their eyes and he’s pleased to find them staring at him. the warmth spreads all over, from the apples of their upturned cheeks to pope’s belly as if he just caught himself staring at the sun. “i didn’t mean to do it to you.”

he ends his sentence, deflates because it sounds lame. he sounds lame.

“it’s okay. just try not to do it again, okay? i’d hate to break any more beer bottles.” there’s a smile and a giggle that they don’t share, because pope just stares at them. watches them climb into their car, wave at him, and pull off.

and pope takes that shit about not scaring them to heart.

~

i got off topic.

but, no, seriously. imagine pope purposely making his footsteps loud when he’s entering a part of the house that his partner is hanging out in.

and how he knows his efforts have not gone unappreciated when they turn around and smile at him, give him their undivided attention as if he’s the only thing in the world that matters.

how pope is more receptive to the little things that they do, the little things that he would usually ignore. like a greeting, or small talk (which he does not, nor will he ever engage in fully). how he actually waves back when they do it first.

texting. pope actually had to find a way to keep up conversations with the person he’s interested in through text, beyond one-worded replies and leaving them on read.

or the way he spends hours in front of the mirror trying his best to appear “casual", no fists balled up at his sides, no hunching his shoulders as if he's ready for a fight at a moment's notice. until he realizes it just makes him seem more constipated and gives up altogether.

and most importantly, physical touch.

pope can tell you the shape that a fist can morph a jawbone into but he's out of his depth when it comes to handling a person in a non-threatening way. it doesn't mean that he doesn't crave it, though, crave them.

he just... doesn't know what it looks like.

and again this is where he's rewarded for the fruits of his labor. that there is some merit in learning how to be softer. it feels familiar, a dead-leaf echo to the way he became lena's safe space in the wake of her parents' passing.

the way in which his partner no longer leaves or avoids him when he shows up at the cody house, at deran's bar, or even on their own doorstep. how they almost always seem to want him around.

the way that they melt into him when they're alone together. how they'll sink beside him where he's sitting stiffly on the couch, curl into him like a cat after pressing a kiss to his cheek. do the little things like ask him about his day, if he's ate, and telling him about their day or anything that's on their mind. how something as simple as that helps him to relax after a long day of being at smurf's beck and call or hours and hours of sinking into his own head.

how they make him feel normal. and seen. and wanted and, even though they aren't there yet, may be leagues away from it, loved.

and this is where i mention that pope is still pope in a lot of the ways that make pope, pope. that sometimes his partner will look up and see andrew standing in the doorway, watching them do whatever it is that they are doing.

or how they'll turn over in bed and see that pope is laying beside them or sitting at the edge of the bed, watching over them as they rest. and how they have to get used to the fact that pope behaves like this, stands guard over the people that he loves, checks up on them in the same way a family dog walks through each room of the house before settling in for the night. how it comes from a place of safety, protection.

the way they learn not to act surprised when pope is waiting for them after work, ready to escort them back to their house where they can lavish pope with all of the affection that he's been learning to crave under their careful attention. and, yes, they are also acutely aware of the way pope is observing the way they interact with their co-workers or any other associates when they're out and about. looking for anyone who needs their ass kicked because no, pope does not play about them in any capacity and they know it.

but, no, yeah. pope is pope but sometimes pope can be persuaded into being less pope but also still pope. i think it's a nice thought.

[abigailovesz]

WHY IS NOBODY TALKING BOUT THIS?? HELLOOO KOOK!POPE..?

[erwinsvow]

wait you’re so onto something with those sex position headcanons this is real character work like of course jack’s into cowgirl and popes into mating press and sammy’s into pronebone IT JUST MAKES SENSE for their personalities and now i can’t stop thinking about their favorite kinks and roleplays goodbye

THANK YOU!!! there is reasons and thoughts trust me... more than just my horny brain. jack likes cowgirl but he still does that thing where he just holds you up and does all the work and he teases you beforehand like "i dunno if you can handle doing all the work it's a lot of responsibility and you get kinda dumb after the second orgasm" and pope and mating press. oh my god. god bless the anon who sent that ask. because it makes so much sense. just every single part of you both has to be touching and so close to each other and something about feeling his weight on top of you oh my god oh my god just put me down. but he still takes the time to brush your sweaty hair away from your face and kiss your tears on your cheeks and i just bet he stays in that position for so long after you both finish because you don't want to separate. and sammy pronebone STOP!!! his personality just tells me he likes cowgirl and classic missionary but there's something about it. maybe it's because i imagine he has this fantasy of coming home after a long day at work to a Grateful Loving Wife (yes this is an indirect. yes i know she's not real) like dinner waiting for him and beer in the fridge for him and the game is on so he can catch the last hour or whatever and you asleep on the bed hugging his pillow because apparently he has an almost 1.5 hour drive to work every DAY???? so you can imagine he's rubbing his neck and his back hurts and he sees all of that and it's just very. every thing he's wanted. in front of him every day waiting for him in a cute nightgown or one of his shirts. sammy somno is also very real to me but like the cute kind not the kind i'd give to charlie reid (he gets the not cute kind. he gets the hard dom scary kind.) and he likes staring at your back and the curve of your ass and your exposed legs before hovering over you to give you a kiss and trying but not really trying hard to not wake you up and maybe that's how the whole prone bone thing starts. just tells you not to move an inch and stay asleep and he'll take care of you. and doesn't wanna wake you up too much so he just starts fucking you like that and it's just okay this is my new favorite thing ever. roleplays STOP!!!! i had a silly idea about 4th year reader showing up on halloween with her drunk friend who is puking in her costume and jack just is head empty trying to stop staring obviously while his patient (your friend) is puking up her guts and the other friend is looking around like "which one is jack?" so yes i think jack abbot likes costumes. just incidentally though. pope's favorite roleplay is loving wife sex which is coincidentally the only kind of sex he can have. he is such a i love my wife guy so i don't see him needing some other story. sammy is such a dog he loves cute nightgowns and he loves costumes and i know he's a freak he just hasn't explored all the avenues yet. i can 100000% imagine him bringing home handcuffs and the whole cop and pretty girl trying to get out of a ticket thing. this blog is a breeding kink and overstimulation safe zone so they all have that one duh. if i had to assign only one to each though. pope wins the breeding kink one. jack abbot is overstimulation. and sammy has a huge daddy/dad kink. charlie reid's kink is making you into his pet so do what you will with this information