#pope heyward fic

[mayfieldss]

Dating Pope Heyward would include;

Pope's not a PDA kind of guy.

He prefers time alone with you, where he can be himself completely in your presence.

He loves holding your hand though. Whenever he's stressed out, he likes knowing that you're there with him, and holding your hand is the perfect way for him to do that.

Long walks on the beach with you have to be one of his favorite things.

He can talk for hours with you about anything.

He can be mischievous too and if you're not careful, he'll throw you over his shoulder and run into the ocean at full speed, taking you with him.

Pope has the most confidence when he's with you, and that means a lot of chaos.

Tickle fights, chasing you around the beach when you steal his things, passionate kissing in the sand.

The whole package really.

Cuddles is a must. Big hugs from you after a long day or night are the cure to Pope's concerns and fears.

He's anxious a lot, but with you, he's calmer. He feels more in control of himself and his life when you're around.

Dates, lots of them.

He's a romantic guy, and he tries hard to make and keep you happy, which is why date night is a big thing.

We're talking candle-lit dinner out on the dock.

Stargazing, where he points out all his favorite constellations.

Pope thinks teddy bears and continuous apologies are the cure for every fight, and he might be right because somehow, when you're mad at him, Pope showing up at your door with a stuffed animal and a sad face makes you forget why you're angry.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you."

The first time Pope says I love you, it's awkward.

It's one of those situations where his mouth keeps moving, but he's stopped thinking.

He blurted it out super-fast as you were walking away from him.

"I think I love you."

It was strange but sweet, and you'd turned right around when he said it.

He kept blabbering on forever afterward, explaining the reasons why, and how he didn't know why he'd told you the way he did.

You shut him up with a kiss.

Now, it's a common occurrence, keeping him quiet by pressing your lips to his.

Pope likes it when you do it, though, mainly because he loves kissing you.

He likes reading to you too.

Falling asleep on the couch, cuddled up with Pope as he reads to you is a treat for both of you considering you hardly get any time alone.

Teasing from the rest of the Pouges is a definite in your relationship with Pope.

Most often it comes from John B and JJ who just love to tease anything that moves.

"Aww, Pope you're so romantic."

"Aren't you two just the sweetest?"

Pope hates all the dangerous situations the Pouges put themselves in.

He's the designated sanity holder of the group after all and trying to talk everyone out of doing dumb shit is his job.

But one thing is for sure if you're going, Pope's going with you.

He's going to try his best to keep you safe even if it breaks him, because, well, he loves you.

a lot.

AN: Stan Pope for clear skin.

Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

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[esposadomd]

SWEET PEA

(taken from pinterest)

Pope Heyward x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, teasing, Pope being the sexy hottie that he is, bad writing, GOOGLE TRANSLATOR, imagine short, pet names.

Pope, aka my husband, has VERY FEW imagines here on TUMBLR and that sucks because he's perfect. So I decided to make one

Enjoy!😘

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Pope interrupts our make-out session when he hears a noise coming from downstairs, leaving a trail of saliva as we walk away.

''Did you hear that?'' he said.

''Yeah, I heard'' I replied.

He walked away towards the window and pulled back the curtain.

''My father has arrived,'' he muttered with a snort.

''Look, maybe we can continue later'' he said approaching me ''at my house'' I mumbled touching the collar of his shirt ''today, since my parents are out…'' I approached his ear.

I noticed his hair stand on end and then a smile appeared on his face. He kissed me with bleary eyes staring directly at my lips.

''It is?''

''Yeah, see you later?'' I asked, already gathering my materials from a long-forgotten study session.

''Ahem, see you later'' the kiss for the last time.

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Pope invades his mouth as he presses you against the wall, eliciting a groan that is immediately swallowed by your boyfriend placing his leg between his.

He shifts his attention to her neck, soon making marks that are sure to show up the next day. The friction of his leg, along with his attack on his neck, makes you a moaning mess.

Walking towards the bed, you tripped and fell so that Pope followed and got on top of you. His hand that was previously cupping her thigh is now overstimulating her clit through her frilly pink panties. An attempt to spice up this long-awaited hour and given Pope's reaction, it worked.

Pope, now wide-eyed in lust, approached his mound.

''Hmm, how delicious'' he said licking the soft tissue causing friction and tremors in his body. '' A little bitch just for me '' he said accelerating his movements and making her wetter, with the meeting of his nose and her clitoris.

''Pope p-please'' you beg.

''Please What Sweet Pea''

You swear the pet name would make you come.

''Please fuck me''

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[honeybear-yammy]

First Time | Pope Heyward

Warnings: cursing, smut, loss of virginity, sex, soft sex, soft!Pope

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N losses her virginity to her boyfriend Pope.

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You were hanging out with your boyfriend Pope’s house. The two of you were making out, passionately making out. You put your hands through his hair and gentle tugged. He pulled you onto his lap to straddle him.

As the two of you were making out, Pope began to mess with the bottom of your shirt, about to pull it up but you stopped him. “Is something wrong baby?” He asked. “I thought you said you were ready for this yesterday, it’s ok if you changed your mind though.” He said. “I- no I want to have sex with you it’s just…” You paused.

“What is it babe?” Pope asked. “You know you can tell me anything right?” He said. “I know..” You sighed. “It’s just that…” You took a long pause before you told him. “I’m still a virgin.” You said. He looked at you then kissed your forehead.

“That’s ok baby, honestly, it’s a turn on that I would be able to take your virginity, that’s if you want me to that is.” He said. “No.. I want you to. I trust you.” You said. “Okay.” Pope said with a warm smile. “Just remember, at any point if you want to stop, let me know and we can stop everything.” He said. You nodded. “Use your words baby, please.” He said.

“Okay.. I understand.” You said. Pope kissed you again and gently took you off his lap to lay you down on the bed. He began to take your top off, then your bra. He studied your chest for a moment before leaning down to suck on your breasts.

His tongue swirled around your now hardened nipples making you whimper. You put your hands through his hair and gently tugged. Pope came back up and kissed your gently. He then started to pull your skirt off then your panties. You helped him pull off his top then his jeans and boxers. You were both naked now. He pulled a condom out of his nightstand and slid it on his dick. Pope then aligned himself with your entrance and he was about to thrust into you.

“Wait!” You said putting your hand on his chest. “What’s wrong angel?” He asked. “Just… please be gentle.” You said. “I will be gentle. I promise.” Pope said and kissed your head. He aligned his cock with your entrance again then gently pushed into you. You gasped and whimpered a little. Tears welled up in your eyes. Pope kissed your forehead again and gave you some time to adjust.

He began to gently thrust in and out of you at a slow pace. You held onto his shoulders. There was still some tears in your eyes and you could still feel some pain but it slowly kept getting better. After a few minutes of Pope’s slow pace, the pain was gone and you you started to feel the pleasure. You moaned out and held onto his shoulder tighter.

“Fuck.. please go faster Pope!” You moaned out. He obeyed your wishes and thrusted into you faster. Even though he was going faster, he was still gentle with you. He leaned down and started kissing your neck, surly leaving marks. You put a hand through his hair and moaned out louder. Your felt something building in your stomach. You could tell you were close to your climax. You dug your nails into his back a little and Pope groaned out.

“Fuck I’m so fucking close!” You moaned out. “I’m close too baby!” Pope groaned. You reached down and began to rub your clit as he thrusted into you, this thrusts starting to get sloppy. You threw your head back and arched your back slightly.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You yelled out. “Come on, cum for me baby.” He said. Right with that, your legs began to tremble and you saw stars as you came hard on his cock. Moments later he came too. He pulled out of you and pulled the condom off his cock throwing it in the trash.

You laid there catching your breath. Pope laid beside you and you rested your head on his chest. You felt him stroke your hair softly making you smile. “I love you Pope..” You said with a smile. “I love you too y/n.” He smiled. Your eyes fluttered shut and you fell asleep in Pope’s arms.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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[aviawrites]

truth or dare pt.2 (obx)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡!𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟,

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐡𝐞𝐲! 𝐢 𝐫𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭😭. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐥𝐲<𝟑

Part 1 >>>

Kie hits start on the 7 minute timer as soon as you step foot into the walk in closet.

To be very clear, the two of you never planned on actually having sex. Kie knew you all too well, well enough to know that this was just another opportunity to fuck with people to you. A story the pogues will look back and laugh on.

“Pope almost shit his pants back there.” She laughs, leaning on the wall behind her.

“Right? Looked like he was gonna throw up.”

“I mean, we all know why.” She smirks.

“Oh my god.” you roll your eyes, knowing she was about to bring up that night.

“Because you and Pope had-“

“Kie!” You jokingly shush her, “don’t start this shit again.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.” She shrugs.

“Clearly.” You scoff, “You aren’t even supposed to know.”

“Your fault,” she teases, “couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”

“Whatever,” you look away, “how much longer?”

Her phone lights up the dark closet as she checks her timer.

“4 more minutes.” She locks it again.

You think for a minute, “We need to set the scene.”

“What?”

Before she could protest, you slide your hands into her hair and shake them roughly.

“Y/N!” She whisper yells, reaching for her hair.

You then continue to mess your hair up as well before unbuttoning your jeans.

“Unzip yours.” You point to her pant zipper.

“We’re actually…?”

You drop your head, deadpanning at her, “No, Kie. We have to make it look like we did.”

“Ohhhh.” She catches on, unzipping her fly.

You two continue to work on roughing up your appearances, finishing 30 seconds before the timer goes off.

“You ready?” She asks.

“Yep.” You nod.

You put on wide smiles before exiting the closet, the lights from the party spilling in. Kie puts her arm around your waist as you two stumble back into the room.

Everyone looks up at you guys with wide eyes as you sit back down in your respective spots.

“So…” Rafe smugly smiles, “how was it?”

Kie giggles, almost acting high, “Amazing.” She smiles.

The circle moves along with their truths and dares as you and Kie try to silently signal to your friends that you indeed did not fuck.

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The wide ring finally finishes their game, ending right before they can come back around to Sarah. By this time, almost everyone who already went had gotten up and left.

You and your friends do the same. You stand up and turn your head to talk to Pope, but before you can get a word out, he’s sped off.

It wasn’t a normal speed off though, it was an ‘I felt the wind after you passed me’ speed off. Your eyes watch him as he disappears into the crowd.

“Where the hell is he going?” JJ asks from behind you.

“I have no idea.” You stare out.

You follow in the direction he went, the maze of a house disorienting you. You walk up the stairs to see some kook looking kids sniffing all kinds of shit off of a grimy pool table. You keep moving forward, accidentally walking in on a hookup, multiple times.

After 10 long minutes of looking, you lay your search to rest. Initially, you were worried for him to even be alone in this environment; but he’ll turn up…eventually.

You down the rest of your jungle juice just as you see John B and Sarah in the kitchen. You meet their gaze as you lift your arm to wave…but you never do. In fact, you’re almost knocked to your feet by the mass that pushes past you.

With a grimace, you spin on your heels to yell at the asshole who just shoved their way passed you. But your expression softens when you’re met with that familiar backwards hat, Pope.

You mindlessly toss your cup onto the marble floor before squeezing past dancing bodies to catch up with him. You see the flash of his blue t-shirt as he slips out of the door. You follow far behind him as your speed walk turns into a sprint.

You call his name down the silent roads, getting no response. You’re practically running a damn marathon down the dark sidewalk when you finally catch up to him.

“Pope!” You grab his shoulder, forcing him to turn around.

“What the hell was that!?” He looks you in the face, raising his voice.

“Uh,” You shake your head, confused by his tone, “what was what?”

“What you pulled back there!”

“I’m not following…” Your eyes awkwardly roam the street.

“With Kie?”

You almost laugh when the realization of why he’s so mad hits you.

“Oh my god. Pope, you idiot.” You squint at him, “We didn’t actually fuck.” You say, thinking it’s the most obvious thing in the word.

“Right.” He nods, obviously unconvinced.

“You think I’m lying? Pope, be serious.” You scoff, not being able to hold back your disbelief.

“And you telling them you’re a virgin?” He continues.

“Yea, so?”

“As if you and me meant nothing!?” He gets riled up at your lack of understanding, “What, are you embarrassed that I was your first time?”

“What? No, Pope!” You touch your temples, your head aching from the lack of common sense he’s using.

“Was I bad or something, that it?”

“I didn’t want them to ask- Okay…” You hold your hands up, stopping him before he can spit more bullshit, “What the fuck is actually wrong with you? What- what’s even happening right now?” You lightly chuckle.

“Now you’re laughing at me.” He turns away, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Just as he does, you hear clustered footsteps running up behind you. You turn around to see Sarah, Kie, John B, and JJ.

“Yo,” John B breathily spits out, hands on his knees. “What’s going on? We just ran like, a mile after you guys.” He tried to catch his breath.

“Pope, here, is actually mad at me.” You explain.

“For what?” Sarah asks.

“For the stupid 7 minutes in heaven.”

“Um,” Kie steps up, “you did tell him that we didn’t actually do anything, right?“

“Yes!”

“Oh, you didn’t?” JJ looks to Kie and then to you, genuinely confused.

“Jesus, JJ.” Kie rubs her head.

“Pretty obvious to me.” John B shrugs, “What would be the big deal anyway? It’s just some party fun.”

You look back at Pope to see his hands crossed over his chest, not saying a word. You didn’t know how to phrase ‘he’s mad because he thinks I should only sleep with him’ to John B.

Pope was never trying to be controlling or possessive, he was genuinely hurt. You and him had a thing for a while, ongoing. Not dating and not even casually hooking up, more like a ‘we screwed once and he got attached.’ But you always respected that, you didn’t have any desire for anyone else anyway. Though, Pope never voiced his ‘rules,’ he just got mad whenever he thought you were with someone else.

“Well…” you start off, deciding to just lay it all out for them, “you remember last 4th of July when I disappeared-“

“They had sex and now Pope thinks she’s his.” Kiara blurts, not in the mood to ease into it.

Both you and Popes eyes go wide, not too far off from the expressions of your friends.

“Oh don’t act so coy,” Kie says, “we all knew.”

“I don’t think she’s mine.” Pope speaks up, not wanting to sound like a dick.

“Then why are you mad?” Sarah asks.

“Because- Because!-“ He stutters, its humiliating to watch.

You closely watch everyone’s expression. You’re so focused on them that you don’t notice JJ’s go from surprised to confused.

“Wait,” He walks toward Pope, “dude, are you on something?”

“Huh?” You ask.

“Look at his eyes.”

You all turn your attention to see Pope’s dilated pupils, a sight you thought you’d never see. He went that far over this?

“Pope, what the fuck did you do?” Kie asks, touching and examining his face.

That’s when you notice the white powder rimming his nose, he was high. But not smoking high…snorting high.

‘Some kook looking kids sniffing all kinds of shit off of a grimy pool table.’ You recall from earlier.

“Shit.” You whisper, “What did you sniff?” You gesture to his nose.

“Pope man, you can’t be doing random shit at house parties.” John B informs him.

“I didn’t take-“ Pope rubs his head, words starting to slur, “I didn’t sniff anything.”

Clearly spotting his lie, you all agree to take him back to the chateau. JJ and John B toss his arms over their shoulders as his state progressively gets worse.

“…maybe just coke.” He moans.

He definitely took something stronger than just coke.

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The sun hasn’t even come up by the time you wake. The 5 of you had gotten Pope back to the chateau at around 11pm, forcing him to consume a shit ton of water, bananas, and sleep.

You had accidentally fallen asleep in the main room while waiting for Pope to drift off himself, the cool breeze coming through the broken window shivering you awake.

Wide awake at 6am, you were scrolling through Instagram when you heard a groan beside you. You look down at Pope’s head beside your lap, softly stroking it. He brings his arms to your legs and snakes them around your waist, groaning again.

“Y/N…” He groggily calls out.

“Hm?” You hum.

“Let’s talk.” His voice muffles into the couch.

“Are you done being a coked out asshole?”

He nods into your hip, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m so sorry,” He arches his back and stretches his toes as he does a mean morning yawn, “for being a coked out asshole.”

You giggle as you lift his head just enough to meet your eyes staring back at him.

“Can you forgive me?” He looks up at you.

You smile before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss into his lips, a wide grin taking over his face.

“Does that answer your question?”

[pogueit]

P.H: Confession #39209

Pairing: Pope Heyward x reader

Summary: All the pogues are going away to college but will your feelings for a certain human secretions specialist go away too?

Songs: That Summer Feeling by Jonathan Richman, Gloves for garbage by Damaged Bug, Friends of P. by The Rentals

Warnings: alcohol, drug usage, swearing, going to uni, a sandflea? If there’s anything you guys would like me to take let me know!!

WC: 3,183

A/N: This is extremely overdue (this motherfucker has been in my drafts for a WHOle YEAR!!! I hope you enjoy it as always!! I appreciate feedback and requests!!!

It was the last big party before all the pogues go off to college. Sadly, the group was finally being split up, but hopefully not forever. You decided to send your ass off to go to art school in Chicago, Kie was accepted to Standford, Pope is flying to Boston University, JB is attending a community college in North Carolina, and hell they even managed to get JJ into a local trade school. It had been the best summer of your entire life, but there was one thing that weighed on your heart, you were madly in love with Pope and you've never had the guts to tell him. 

You had known each other since the third grade. You became acquainted in the principal's office after you beat the shit out of Topper for slapping a book out of Pope's hands. Both of your parents managed to hit it off too and would lend their child labor, you, to the Heywards and the Heywards would lend their child labor, Pope, to your parents whenever they needed help. You two were practically conjoined at the hip. No one ever saw one without the other. It was always Y/N and Pope or Pope and Y/N. Pope would later introduce you to JJ and John B and you would introduce all of the meatheads to Kiara. After the gang was officially formed, that's when all the mischief began and that's what you guys were known for. Always fucking shit up or blowing shit up or bringing shit to life.

You made multiple attempts throughout the summer to confess your feelings, but the boy was still as clueless as ever. Sometimes you just wanted to grab him by his shirt and scream it in his face but when you would take the first steps to do it the nerves would hold you back. Every instance always ended the same. The light would be hitting him just right or he would just be warmly staring up at you. You'd always start it off with "I have a confession to make" and you would be able to see the intrigue light up in his eyes and he'd say something along the lines of "Oh really? What is it?". You then would barf up a lame answer of "Remember when-" and continue to tell him you caught his favorite hoodie on fire and replaced it or how you'd been the one stealing his lunch that one week a hundred years ago. 

"So... Are you gonna tell 'em?" Kie asks as she tossed herself down on your bed full of clothes. She has been egging you on since summer started and has become even more persistent as summer is coming to a close.

"Please, tell me you are!" She pleads, grabbing your arms and pulling down with her onto the crummy mattress. 

"Ugh, Kie, you already know I won't" you sighed, pushing yourself into a sitting position with your legs crossed underneath you. Kiara rolled her eyes at you and mimics the same position you are in and begins tugging at the clothes she was on and folding them before she placed them in the suitcase.

You had been stalling on packing all week and now only had a day before your departure to get everything stowed away. Now, seeing your relatively empty bedroom, you started to regret your decision about going so far away. From now on everything’s going to be different and everyone’s going to change. Even the ones that say they won’t always come back a little different whether it be a new haircut or clothes you never come back exactly the same. Seeing Kiara’s concerned face you shake the feeling from your mind and begin to get to work.

After you and Kie manage to shove all your clothes into the suitcase, you motion for her to jump onto the suitcase so you can attempt to close it. 

"This is your last chance! You just gotta!" Kie followed your orders and threw herself onto it, but before you can reach for the zipper she grabbed you by your shoulders and added "You have to tell him tonight!" 

"You are supposed to be helping the pack, not annoying me!" You playfully shoved her off the suitcase and onto the bed once you seal it shut. She feigns distress, something you can only roll your eyes at.

"Whatever, loser, we have to go help the knuckleheads set up anyways" Kiara jumps off the bed and pulled you along with her to go see the boys. 

When you two got to the Boneyard it was a mess. The boys were terrorizing each other with sand and the twinkie has yet to be unloaded. 

“Guys, what the fuck!?” Kie shouted at them using her “mom” voice and they all froze in place, even you. This voice was reserved for only true fuck ups and it was the most terrifying thing anyone could ever hear. The boys exchanged questionable glances to one another before Pope started running towards JJ again, with something obviously in his hand. JJ with wide eyes booked it, running right for you and Kiara. He immediately grabbed you and used you as a human shield against whatever the hell Po was holding. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You tried to break out from his grasp as he maneuvers your body to block Pope. 

“Tell him to get the fuck away from me!” JJ cowers behind you when Pope stuck out his hand right in your face to reveal a sand flea. 

“Oh, fuck” You immediately threw yourself backward into JJ and begin to fight over who’s going to be the human shield. Both you and JJ had a fear of these little creatures, because of JJ’s dad. He told you that they will crawl into your head through your ears and eat your brain and that was enough to send you two spiraling in fear. Also, they looked gross. 

“You gotta be kidding me!” Kie huffed and left you two fumbling on the ground to go start unloading the van. 

“C’mon Pope, it isn’t funny” JB grabbed the sand flea from Pope’s hand and tossed it to the side. Finally, allowing you guys to relax on the sand.

“Or is it?” JB still had the flea and threw it at you. He doubled over in laughter watching you leap into Pope’s embrace. 

“It’s not on me is it?” you whimpered hugging him tighter. 

“No you’re good” He chuckled looking you over and dusting some sand off your back.

“You sure?” You looked up at him still not letting him go.

“I promise” Pope reassured you rubbing your back soothingly to calm you down. At that moment it came up again, should you profess your undying love for your best friend? No one was around, the waves calmly lapped against the sand, and the sun was beginning to set behind him creating a halo effect. You could feel the courage strong in your chest and you were finally ready.

"Pope, I have a confession to make" you pull away slightly so you could get a better look at his face.

"If it's that you have been stealing my--" 

“No, just listen to me, please” You promptly cut him off as the sudden courage could wear off any second. As soon as you opened your mouth to continue, Kiara’s exasperated voice rang out.

“Pope go help JJ and Y/N come here right now!” 

All the confidence you had deflated immediately.

“We’ll talk later okay?” Pope promised and you weakly nodded your head, as he gave you a quick hug before leaving reluctantly. 

Kie put you to work immediately and you were semi-grateful as it helped take your mind off of Pope. Yet, you couldn’t help but think maybe it was a sign from god to keep interrupting you in the midst of confessing your feelings? Should you just get over it and grow up?

The persistent questions weighed heavy on your heart.

“I’ll take that!” Pope swooped in and snatched the case of shitty beer from your grasp.

“Jesus!” You nearly jumped out of your skin at his sudden appearance. 

“Not him but close” He gave you a cheeky smile and you playfully rolled your eyes at him. 

“Whatever, at least let me help” You held out your hand and did the grabby hand motion. Pope skeptically thought about it for a second before nodding his head and letting you hold the other end of the beer case. On your walk back to the party, Pope told you about some of the people who showed up and who’s going to what university. Between his little quips and watching the sea of people interacting with one another, a familiar uneasiness washed over you. 

“Is it too late to go to school here?” You stopped in your tracks, suddenly, as the feeling became overbearing. 

“Woah, Woah” He took the end that you were holding and set the case down on the sand “What are you talking about?” His hands landed on your shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t know I just---” You could feel your heart rate start to pick up and your breathing becomes more distressed. 

"You're gonna kick ass in Chicago, Y/N'' Pope quickly regained your attention and pulled you into his signature "Security Hug" to ground you. He'd been the one to encourage you enough to actually submit your portfolio to them in the first place because he knew how much you wanted to go. All you needed was a little push. You were glad that he did, but now seeing everyone for potentially the last time had sent you into a spiral. He rubbed your back in slow circular patterns while whispering reassuring words into your ear. 

“Thanks, Po” you smiled at him. An overwhelming urge to kiss him suddenly settled within you.

“No worries, that’s why I’m here” the way his face scrunched up into a smile made the feeling intensify and you finally decided to let your actions speak for themselves. You were halfway into connecting your lips to his when a whirlwind of guys from his AP Chemistry class pulled him away and left you awkwardly leaning forward with slightly puckered lips. He caught your eyes and gave you an apologetic look. You were riddled with embarrassment and now you could only hope that you could wash it away with a couple of hundred shots.

“Did you tell him yet?” 

You were downing your third cup of god-awful beer when the voice startled you. It made you accidentally inhale the remaining liquid which promptly sent you into a coughing fit.

“Oh my god! John B!” You finally managed to say after the coughing and his amused laughter subsided. “And no I didn’t-- How did you--” You could barely finish your sentence before you both shared a knowing look.

“Kiara,” you said in unison and buried your face into the beer-infused palms of your hands. JB threw an arm over your shoulders and roughly brought you closer to him.

“There, there, kid. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s actually kinda cute?” 

“I’m older than you” You try, to no avail, to break away from his sweaty embrace “You think anyone else knows?” you stood crushed to his side.

“Oh yeah, the whole island has known since like… Forever” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but groan.

“Does he know?” He loosened his grip around you and reached around you to get himself another drink. 

“Fuck no, he knows shit but he doesn’t know shit, y’know like me or J” He surveyed the crowd. You could tell he was looking for a distraction. The poor boy was taking the breakup with the kook princess pretty hard.

“Smooth, JB, smooth” You rolled your eyes at the brunette and gave him a playful jab with your elbow. His gaze was soon caught by a girl with faded purple hair and you knew you already lost him. 

“Just take your time and only do it if you’re comfortable, yeah?” His voice became distant as his mind was already somewhere else. The girl dared JB to make a move and with that, he gave you a half-hearted pat on your shoulder before trailing after the vacationer.

“Thanks a lot, bird shit” you called after him and he flipped you the bird without sparing you a second glance. Asshole. You had hoped that the alcohol would have kicked in by now, but you were still painfully sober. The alcohol in your system did nothing to soothe your nerves so you sought help from your favorite salt-lifer. 

The sun was almost gone now as you fought your way through the crowd. The only remnants of the sun left were barely visible in the glowing water. You didn’t think looking for him would be difficult but you were always out to disappoint yourself. The search for the golden boy got increasingly confusing as each person you asked about JJ’s whereabouts pointed you in a new direction. Out of frustration, you let yourself slump against one of the many logs that were strewn about. Your eyes lazily moved from one vaguely familiar face to another. It wasn’t until a while later that you caught sight of Pope. He sat on top of a pile of trees as he talked at length to a girl sitting too close to comfort next to him. You could feel the familiar pull at your stomach as you watched his face contour into laugher at whatever the girl said. It was only for a second though as a wave of determination washed over you. It wasn’t strong enough to send you marching over there, but it was enough to spring you into finding JJ again. This time it didn’t take long. He was cooly leaning against one of the dead trunks trying to act nonchalant while he chatted with a cute redhead.

"I need a hit" you mumbled in JJ's ear. You cowered behind his massive frame to try and not distract him too much from his ongoing conversation. Yet, the touron he was talking to still did not seem pleased at your sneaky attempts.

"What for?" He quickly whispered back trying to keep most of his attention on the person in front of him.

"I'm nervous" you wring your hands in an attempt to ease yourself.

"About what? Wait are you--" he quickly spun around shifting his entire attention to you and away from the touron.

"Yeah…” You kick around some of the sand at your feet failing to meet his gaze.

“Oh my god! Dude, Finally!” JJ laughed and threw you into a hug. He seems to be giddier about this than you were. “God, I’m so proud of you right now!” He continued and pulled away from you to rummage around in his pockets. The touron made a sly attempt to regain JJ’s attention but failed miserably. You gave them an apologetic glance, but they only rolled their eyes at you. Once he found his trusty vape pen, that you all collectively deemed the “flash drive”, he tossed it to you. The inhaled smoke in your lungs felt familiar yet foreign as your lungs grew to accept each new puff. You could feel the pit in your stomach relax by your last puff and you handed it back to him. 

“I just saw him head over to the twinkie, so you better go make your move, shithead” He put the flash drive in between his lips as he quickly straightened your shirt and tousled your hair.

“Thanks, dude”

“Whatever, now go make us proud” and with that, he pushed you in the twinkie’s general direction.

When you finally fought your way through the crowd you saw Pope sprawled out on top of the vehicle. 

"Hey, Poe" you greeted him once you got yourself on the roof of the van. He gathered his limbs and scooched over to make some room for you to lay down. The cool metal arose goosebumps all over your bare skin as you laid down. While the flash drive immensely drove away the nerves, you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You didn’t want to see his face when he tells you he doesn’t feel the same way.

“I, uh, have a confession to make and I promise this is the last one” you kept your eyes focused on the abyss that held the night sky.

“Yeah? What is it this time?” He rolled over to face you; he sounded tired from the Boneyard party. You took in a deep breath and prayed to your ancestors that you weren't about to make the biggest mistake of your life.

“I fucking love you. I have loved you ever since we got sent to the principal’s office in the third grade and--- and I felt like I needed to tell you before I leave tomorrow.” You could tell he was expecting something humorous as he laid beside you wide-eyed. His silence was overbearing and was beginning to fray away at the little confidence you had the longer it went on. 

“Like, I totally get if you don’t feel the same I just...” You cut yourself off when the view of the stars above you was blocked by Pope as he leaned over you. He then tenderly connected his lips to yours and you more than eagerly kissed him back. Your hands immediately went around his neck to bring him closer. It was sweet and delicate. It was something you longed for and it was absolutely everything you could have even dreamed of. It was cruelly interrupted though by the bickering that surrounded the twinkie. 

“Can you see anything?” JJ’s voice rang loud and clear.

“Shut up!” Kie hissed back at him and they still had the audacity to act surprised when your and Pope’s head came into view on Kiara’s phone.

“What the fuck you guys!” You shouted exasperated at them for ruining the idyllic moment that you’ve waited so long for.

“What? We just wanted to see if you made your move, but I guess---” You cut him off by throwing your jacket at him.

“I can’t believe you guys would stoop this low” Pope scoffed as he jumped off the roof of the van. He quickly turned around and helped you get off safely. 

“Whatever, love birds” Kie snickered and tossed your jacket back to you before she ran off towards the party with JJ. Pope pulled the van’s side door open and plopped himself on the carpeted floor.

"Y’know, I did think all those confessions did mean something” he chuckled as he leaned against one of the back seats.

“Yeah, right!” you rolled your eyes with a smile before crawling over to Pope and making yourself comfortable on his lap. “How about we give this another shot, shall we?” you continued and wrapped your arms around his neck once again. Pope answered by eagerly rolling the rusted door closed.

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

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Outer Banks P!Links PT2

Here's Part 1: P!Links

*Once again: I'm aware some of them look nothing like them, but that's okay, it's all for fun*

WARNINGS: MDNI, THIS IS 18+, PORN LINKS

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

~A lot more than last time! Please enjoy! I didn't check to see which was already used, so I'm sorry if there are repeats from the last post!~

JJ:

Him Pounding Into You

Riding JJ While He Plays With Your Tits

Soft Fuck With JJ

Jacking Him Off

Teasing Him With Your Pussy

Riding Tatted JJ

69 Tatted JJ

4 Fingers

Oral And Riding By The Pool

Wants To Try Something From Your Book

Rubbing Your Pussy

Rafe:

Tatted Rafe POV

Cumming On Your Stomach

Hitting It From Behind

Riding Him

Gently Playing With You

Fucking You Outside

Fingering Then Fucking You

Slapping Your Pussy On The Way To Midsummers

Rubbing You Until You Can't Take It

Bent Over His Lap

Anal By The Pool

John B:

Sucking His Dick In The Twinkie

Playing With You

Couldn't Resist You

Having Some Fun With Kiara

Parking Garage Fun

Tatted JB, Playing With Each Other

Making A Mess In Your Panties

Using His Dick While He Plays His Game

Sitting On His Face By The Pool

Upside Down 69

Dicking You Down While JJ Drives

Pope:

Tatted Pope, Waking You Up

Bouncing On His Dick

He Asked For A Handjob

Jacking Him Off Then Riding Him

Under His Desk While He Studies

Fucks You In Your PJ's

Bouncing You Back

Tatted Pope Fucking You On The Counter

Anal From The Back

School Girl Fantasy

Riding Pope On The Couch

Bonus:

Kiara Eating You Out

Eating Out Tatted Cleo

Tribbing With Sarah

Tatted JJ & Rafe Sharing You

Playing With Sarah's Pussy

[rubiehart]

cockwarming bestfriend jayj would just be so ughhhhhhhhhh. you’re both a little past the point of tipsy, having slipped away together from the kegger back to the chateau, legs tangled together in the hammock as you watch jj slowly inhale the joint he still managed to roll pretty well even in his intoxicated state. his eyes flutter closed as he sucks in the smoke and reaches over to place it between your fingers as he blows it out, too focused on the way the smoke clouds his face and then disappears, blue eyes trained on your figure, raking up your bare legs and ending on your face.

you blink away the thought and bring the joint to your lips and inhale deeply, looking into his eyes as your hold the smoke in your mouth, not too sure what this eye contact meant from his end but you knew exactly why you were doing it, the reason evident as you feel your cotton panties dampen a little, choosing to ignore it as he reaches his arms up behind his head and groans, stretching his legs out and his foot nudges your leg to get your attention.

you rip your eyes away from his for a second, your high clearly taking over your actions, grinning at jj as he knits his brows together, a little smirk laying on his rubied lips, tonguing the little cut on his bottom lip as he watches your frame. you pass him the joint and he takes another long hit, coughing a little when you start crawling up his body, situating yourself on his lap. he reaches one hand to hold your waist as his eyes widen. “oh- hey, watch’a doin?” you just smile and giggle as you reach down to capture his lips in a kiss.

he groans into your mouth and releases the smoke he’d been holding. you start to slowly grind on him, little whines of pleasure leaving your lips as he winds his tongue with yours, kissing you back as desperately as you. pulling away for a second and using his thumb to wipe away a string of saliva from your lip while you look at him all big eyed. “jayj..” you whisper before he nods, as you fumble with the buttons of his cargo shorts, pushing them down his thighs until his boxers are exposed, flicking your eyes up to see his dilated pupils and parted lips, the joint still between his ring-clad fingers.

he brings it to your lips as you pull down his boxers, his rock hard cock standing up, his mushroom tip leaking precum. he groans, eyes widening when he sees you unbutton your tiny denim shorts you’d been teasing him with all night, slipping them down your legs to reveal your little cotton panties, biting your lip and looking up at him whilst slipping them to the side, the weed seemed to give you some new found confidence, and maybe the way jj was looking at you “jesus fuckin’ christ..” he mumbles at the sight of your glistening cunt in the moonlight, prepping your hands on his chest, lifting yourself up.

“hey, hey, hey. a-are you sure?” he asks, panicked at your sudden confidence as you nod eagerly. “are you?” you giggle, still hovering over his cock. “fuck yeah.” he grins as you finally sink down, hissing at the stretch, his eyes transfixed on your face the whole time, your tiny pussy stretching around his dick making him groan, your face comforting and whining when he’s about halfway in, him grasping both hands to your hips after putting the blunt out on the bark and dropping it to the dirt. “shhh.. you got it, yeah?” you nod slowly, teeth sinking into your lip as your resist the pain, stroking your hip with his thumb softly. “good, goooood girl. there ya’ go.” the praise sliding off his tongue so casually making you clench around him. finally getting to the hilt and he lets out a huff.

“feel so fuckin’ good..” he whimpers, as you roll your hips a little to get used to the feeling making him let out a pornographic groan. “you’re so big..” you whisper, leaning down to rest your head in the crook of his neck, feeling the stubble on his chin against your forehead as he breathes deeply. “keep talkin’ like that and i’ll fuckin’ bust.” he whispers into your hair making you giggle a little, leaving a little love bite on his neck and he reaches down to cup your ass, kneeding the fat of it in his palms as you roll your hips gently, making him suck in a breath. “fuck..you’re gonna kill me baby.”

[mayfieldss]

On the dock - Pope Heyward

Summary; an expansion on date nights with Pope from my dating Pope Heyward headcanons.

Over the past couple of weeks, you and Pope had hardly spent any time alone together. You were busy chasing adventures with the other Pouges, hunting gold, and running from danger, and whilst that was exhilarating, Pope just wanted some time with his girl.

The last few days had been quiet and free of stress for everyone but Pope. He was filled with anxiety, thinking over the perfect way to spend time with you before everything got hectic again. He hadn't actually taken you on a proper date yet, and the pressure he felt to do it right was beyond insane. You'd told him he didn't need to do anything, that you were just content to sit with him and do absolutely nothing, but Pope wanted to do something special to show you just how much you meant to him.

He had some semblance of a plan but pulling it all together was the struggle of it all, and when it was finally done, Pope's main concern was whether you would like it.

"Okay, close your eyes." Pope put an arm around your waist leading you down the dock.

"If you push me into the water Heyward, I swear to god-"

"I'm not pushing you anywhere, and no peeking." Pope put a hand over your eyes as you tried to open them. Your laugh was sweet and soft as he did so, and he was praying to whatever god could hear that you would be happy to see what he set out.

You had your hands out in front of you, as if afraid to bump into something or trip, but Pope wouldn't let you fall. "Okay," Pope stopped walking, pulling you back to him when you continued to move forward with your eyes closed. "Feel free to open your eyes whenever."

You did as you were told, and Pope watched your eyes light up, though that might have been a trick of the light from the lamps placed before you.

"Pope, wow." He watched as you placed a hand over your mouth, taking in everything he'd done. He loved the way his name sounded on your lips.

There were little oil lamps, and a blanket laid out on the dock, a picnic basket set in the middle of all of it, and you turned to him, only for your eyes to widen further. Pope had pulled a bouquet of hand-picked wildflowers from behind his back, tied neatly in a blue ribbon.

"Pope-" You had tears in your eyes, the lamplight reflecting off of them as you took everything in, and for a second Pope was filled with concern. But you leapt into his arms then, hugging him tight and almost crushing the flowers, had Pope not moved them quickly.

"You okay?" he mutters the words against your hair, but he's smiling because he thinks you like it, he hopes you like it.

"You're amazing." You pull back as you say it, and you're grinning wide, causing him to do the same. A second passes before you're kissing him deeply and Pope is over the moon about it, holding you just that little bit tighter.

When you sit down, taking in everything, Pope points to the sky.

"You see how that star is shining brighter than the rest?"

You look up and nod, taking in the night air "yeah."

"That's because it's a planet, not a star."

"For real?" You look to him a little wide-eyed and Pope puts an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

"Yeah."

"What planet is it?" You turn your head to face him again, and he's so close that your noses almost touch. It's thrilling and it's fun.

"Honestly, I'd have to look that up, but I know it's a planet." Pope laughs nervously, and you kiss him, bringing back his confidence in an instant. Even if this is the last date you and Pope will have for a while, you're okay with it and so is he, because it's the most memorable thing you've ever done together.

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AN: I'm sorry it's short but I literally had to write this in thirty minutes so, send help.

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[luvstarss]

Life as a family with JJ maybank

Warnings:None!

[stvolanis]

Rafe Cameron would definitely call your breasts “tits”

JJ Maybank would call them some stupid shit like "melons”, or “jugs”, but more commonly, “boobs”.

John B is a simple man. He’d probably refer to them as “his girls”.

Pope Heyward would just call them breasts, but when he’s influenced by JJ, he’d call them milkers.

[princessslutt]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you pout, even though he was just playing.

˚˖𓍢ִ🛍️✧˚.💋୨୧ ⋅˚₊

[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST, part six

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— his guardian angel ❀ ☾ ( part two )

— can’t remember anything before you ❀

— modern romeo and juliet ❀

— inside of me ( woah. )

— please forgive me ☾

— meant to be ❀ ☾ ( so cute im dying )

— maple syrup ☾

— bested ( love love love this series )

— too much ☾ ( sobbing )

— letters to you ( i got letters who want to be my rafe?? 💌 )

— anything for his love ☾ ( part two 🫶 )

— no other heart ❀ ☾

— baby’s day out ✧

— patch you up ❀

— so we won’t forget ✧ ❀ ☾

— watermelon ✧

— cross faded ❀

— you’re on your own kid (best rafe series hands down)

— in this life or the next ❀ ☾

— smile (favourite rafe series istg!!!!)

— all you need ❀

— under the influence ✧

— demonstration ✧

jj maybank

— a reflection of him ❀

— endgame ( this series is just 🤌 )

— sweet dreams ✧

— phantom fights ❀

— i got you ☾ ( don’t mind me i’m just SOBBING )

— overheated ✧

— pornstar ❀ ( jj pls 💀 )

— all for us ☾ ✧ ( OH. MY. GOD )

— loving you ❀

— pocket of sunshine ✧

— a little less lonely ☾

— burnt pancakes ❀

— bereal ✧ (that’s crazyyyy)

— three seconds ☾ (part two)

— the one where jj finds out about your ex ❀

sarah cameron

— fast friends ✧

— meeting sarah’s family ☆ ❀

— play time ✧

— best friend ✧ ☾

— love & hate ☾

— wish you were a boy ☾ (too retable queen 😞)

— optimism ❀

— feels like magic ❀ ☾

— just relax ✧

— girlfriend or girl thats a friend ❀ ☾

— ur my best friend ☾ ✧

— firsts ✧

— comfort ❀

pope heyward

— clingy pope ❀ (💥💳💥💳💥 )

— in love with my best friend ☾ ❀

— drive in ❀

— drabble ❀ (i wish 😩)

— lost my whole appetite ❀

— who’s in charge now? ☾

— pumpkin guts ❀ (so cute!!!!!)

— secret game ❀

barry

— headcanons ❀

— drabble ✧ (YES, tummy and thick thigh girlies stand up!!)

— lazy morning loving ✧ (love!!!!)

— forgot you not ☾

— rafebarry (live, love, laugh, rafebarry)

— drabble ✧

— nicknames ❀

john b routledge

— snow on the beach ❀

— distractions ✧

— beg for forgiveness ☾

— older ❀

— i wanted to do it first ☾ ( dang dawg )

kiara carrera

— shower time ✧

— detention ❀

— just the three of us ✧

— unspoken desires ❀ ☾

authors note ! happy valentines day lovies! here is a valentines day gift from me too all of you, enjoy! <3

[starficrecs]

playlists i think the obx boys would make for you

J.M.

“4 my girl”

songs with this vibe:

- baby i’m yours - arctic monkeys

- lovers rock - tv girl

- religion - lana del rey

- you’re all i want - cigarettes after sex

R.C.

“y/n <3”

songs with this vibe:

- enchanted - taylor swift

- honeymoon avenue - ariana grande

- adore you - harry styles

- 18 - one direction

JB.R.

“songs that remind me of u”

songs with this vibe:

- robbers - the 1975

- now you got me - inhaler

- moonlight - chase atlantic

- feels like we only go backwards - tame impala

P.H.

“💗”

songs with this vibe:

- fallen star - the neighbourhood

- the perfect pair - beabadoobee

- feels like - gracie abrams

- c u girl - steve lacy

[emmalandry]

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟟 ~ 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜

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Rafe slipped inside you, gently thrusting into your warm, wet, heat. "Who's daddy's good girl? Hm? Who's MY good girl?" His voice was teasing as he asked you a question. Your arm covered your face while trying to catch your breath, giving him no response. You feel a stinging sensation come across your face as Rafe slaps you and grabs ahold of your cheeks, squishing them together.

"Answer me." His tone is venom-filled as he says it. "I am! I'm daddy's good girl." Your voice is split up by your whines and mewls. "That's right, You're such a good girl for daddy, princess. Want you to make me a real daddy. Would you like that sweetness?" His rough calloused hand is caressing your face as he continues to slowly but harshly thrust into you.

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