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rafedaddy01 · 29 days

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The Lingerie Set

Summary: you and Rafe are newly weds. One afternoon after work you decide to be the good little wife you are and prepare a surprise for your husband…

Warnings: extreme sexual content!!! 18+ ONLY, smut, oral(male receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, viewer discretion advised

A/N: let me know what you guys want to see more of ☺️

I put on my lace lingerie. Rafe will be home any minute and I can’t wait for his hands to be all over my body. “Y/n” I hear him call out my name as the front door opens and butterflies irrupt in my stomach, me and Rafe are newly weds and I’m still getting used to the feeling of waking up next to him every morning or going to bed next to him every night, and greeting him in between, when he comes home from work, he walks into our bedroom and undoes his tie as his eyes lock with mine, “what’s all this?” He smirks as he unbuttons a few top buttons of his dress shirt letting his chest be exposed and by god if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, “can’t a wife surprise her husband after a long day of work” I stride over to him and wrap my arms around his neck as he brings his lips down onto mine, captivating my lips in a kiss, trailing his lips down to my neck and leaving sloppy kisses in the spot he knows makes me weak. “I’ve been waiting for you all day” I whine, not ashamed to admit that I’ve been craving him.

“I know you must be tired after a long day of work, so let me take care of you” i pull away from his grip and guide him to our shared bed, making him sit on the edge as i kneel down. “Fuck, you drive me crazy” Rafe groans as he takes in the sight of me on my knees for him. “You make me crazy” I tease back as my hands come up to undo his belt, tossing it to the side and unbuttoning his dress pants before pulling the zipper down and fishing inside his boxers to pull out his hard cock, already leaking precum, I grip the base and bring my lips over the tip, making sure to look up at Rafe through my lashes as I suck the precum trailing out and start taking more of him in, loving the way he makes sounds letting me know he’s enjoying himself, I start to speed up, his tip hitting the back of my throat as my free hand grips his balls and he fists my hair, yanking on the roots and sending a shock of pleasure straight to my core. Pleasuring Rafe making me leak all over my panties.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck stop! I need to be inside you, now!” Rafe grits through his teeth and he pulls me off his cock by my hair, letting a string of saliva connect my lip and his cock. “I need you inside me, Rafe” I whimper as he manhandles me onto the bed, tearing the rest of his clothes off. He begins kissing my neck and down my chest as he undoes the back of my bra and fondles my breasts. “Please, Rafe” I’m begging at this point for him to ease the pain building in my core.

“I want you so bad! Please, please, please fuck me.” Something in his eyes shift as I beg him with every bone in my body and he turns into an animal, tearing through my panties and pushing his cock deep inside of me.

We both take a moment before he starts thrusting, and the only sounds in the room are both of our panting. I bite my lip to try to suppress my moans, not wanting to be too loud, “hey, hey, don’t do that. I wanna hear you” Rafe taps my cheek as a warning before he speeds up his thrusts and I lose it. “Fuck! I’m so so close, Rafe!” I moan out as his tip probes my sweet spot.

“Fuck! Me too baby, me too” he groans as he grips my hips for better support and somehow speeds up. My head thrashes from side to side, eyes rolling back and teeth sinking into my bottom lip as the band in my core is about ready to snap and I prepare myself for it. “Whose pussy is this, baby, huh? Who do you belong too?” Rafe says in between breaths and every now and then delivering a harsher thrust that makes me whimper, “y-yours rsfe, all yours. Always has been, a-always will be!” My back arches and that gives him a better angle to my g-spot, I start seeing stars.

Our clothes are a mess all over the room, my panties tore to shreds on the bed next to us, and the headboard banging against the wall repeatedly. “That’s right baby, your all mine. And I’m yours” Rafe leans his face down to mine, our lips connecting as we swallow each others moans.

“I love you so much, baby” Rafe pants in between thrusts and I feel him getting closer and closer. This cock throbbing insde me and my walls pull him in. “I-I love you too, Rafe” we look into each others eyes, the moment more intimate than our actions and in this moment I knew I picked the right man to marry. “Cum for me, sweetheart” Rafes hands intertwine with both of mine as he brings them above my head, speeding his hips up and staring into my eyes to watch me melt for him. “I wanna feel you grippin my cock, baby. Cum” his words are so dirty and it sends me over the edge as I spiral into pleasure, my body trembling and the orgasm taking over. Rafes not to far behind as I grip him and he shoots ropes of cum inside me, warming me up. We lay like that for a moment before he pulls out and places a kiss on my forehead. I feel him get off the bed but I’m honestly too tired to move, my eyes shutting only to be lifted off the bed a moment later and placed into a tub full of warm water with Rafes toned chest behind me.

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babeydollx · 27 days

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Just A Dream | Pope Heyward

୨୧ Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of virginity, fluff, a tad angsty.

୨୧ Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Pogue Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, Y/N has the perfect night with Pope but, it turns out that none of it is real.

୨୧ Word Count: 730 words

୨୧ Author's Note: Sorry that I haven't been posting for a hot minute lmao.

You smiled snuggling into Pope’s side as you two watched the sunset on the beach. “This has been the perfect night.” You smiled. “It really has been..” Pope smiled and kissed your head. “I love you y/n” He said softly. “I love you too Pope.” You smiled and looked up at him. Pope stood up and put his hand out. “Come with me, let’s walk along the beach.” He smiled.

“Okay..” You smiled and took his hand then got up following him. The two of you walked along the beach hand in hand. It was nice to finally have some alone time with him, not that you didn’t love the other Pouges also being there, they were like your family, but being with Pope made you feel different. You were truly in love. “You made tonight so perfect..” You said smiling. “No I didn’t.. I mean I tried but.. you being here is what made it perfect.” Pope said.

You giggled and blushed a little. Pope was always throwing cute little compliments your way and you loved it. He knew you had self-esteem issues and issues with the way you looked and he made sure you knew how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. “Well it’s true y/n.. you’re so beautiful.. I don’t know what I would do without you, I don’t know how I survived without you before I met you.” Pope said.

“Honestly.. I don’t know how I made it through without you either..” You smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Pope smiled and stopped then kissed your forehead. You looked up at him with a soft smile and giggled. “You’re so cute..” Pope chuckled and leaned down and kissed you. You smiled. “Well.. it’s getting dark now.. we should head back. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?” He asked.

“Actually..” You thought for a minute. “What is it baby?” Pope asked. “Could I.. stay with you tonight? I mean as long as you’re parent’s wouldn’t mind.” You said looking up at him. “They wouldn’t mind.” He chuckled. “They love having you over there, they think you’re great, and so do I.” He said. “Well thank you.” You smiled with a small chuckle. Pope held your hand and led you to his car then the two of you drove off to his place.

Pope walked in with you. “Mom! Dad! I’m home! I brought y/n with me.” He said. “Welcome back Pope.” His dad walked out of the kitchen. “and Hello y/n.” His dad smiled. “Hey Mr. Heyward.” You smiled. “It’s nice to see you again sweetie.” His mom said. “Nice to see yo both again too.” You smiled. “We’re just going to head upstairs if you need us.” Pope said as he went upstairs, you followed.

You both went into his room and sat down on his bed. “So.. what now?” You asked looking at him. “Well.. maybe we could..” Pope leaned in and kissed you. Giggling you kissed back and you both fell back onto the bed, tangled into each other’s arm kissing. “I- wait..” You said as you stopped him. “What is it baby?” Pope asked. “I- uhm.. I’m still a virgin.” You mumbled. Pope sat there for a moment and you went flushed.

“That’s ok baby, it’s ok to be a virgin.. we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Pope said softly taking your hand in his. “No it’s ok.. I want you..” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Okay.. well at anytime if you want me to stop.. I will.. and I promise to be gentle.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Okay..” You nodded and the two of you began to kiss again.

Then you woke up. You sat up in your bed, in you’re room, Pope was not to be seen. You frowned. “I guess it was all just a dream..” As soon as you said that.. Pope knocked on your window with a smile on his face.

୨୧ Author's Note: Thank you for reading!

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maybankcore · 2 months

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academic rivals with pope . 📓 ✧ ˚

omggg academic rivals with pope would be AMAZING. the constant bickering about who’ll be able to get the merit scholarship, always glancing at each other from across the room, and him always ranting about you ‘being a nuisance’ to the pogues – but we all know it’s because his face was stuck between your legs last night. and lord, the angry sex. literally kill me now. imagine him being assigned to you for a project, and him coming over, where an argument led to mouths being inches away from each other and heavy breathing.. the sexual tension !!

and tbh i feel like he’d try to make you happy by saying he got a score lower than you just to see your smile instead of a scowl.

getting a lil more on the steamy side – but think about fucking in empty classrooms or him fingering you in the back of the class. god, i need this man BIBLICALLY.

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veryberryjelly · 1 month

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flaunt it

sarah cameron x fem!reader

lyric prompt ; 'stolen kisses, pretty lies' - blank space - taylor swift

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⚜︎ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

it had become normal to wake up in the arms of your girlfriend.

more often than not, the two of you would stay over at each others houses. in the last 2 months it would be easier to find the two of them sleeping in the same bed rather than finding them alone.

you had been friends with sarah for years so neither of your parents thought about it as anything other than two really good friends.

and thankfully, your parents didn't often barge into your bedroom to find the two of you tangled up in each others limbs, often in minimal clothing.

but just because it was normal to wake up with sarah, didnt make the fuzzy feeling in your chest any less present when you woke up with her body pressed against yours.

like this morning.

you woke up first, but were truly scared to move in fear of waking up the girl with her head laid against your chest.

you simply pressed a kiss to the top of her head and went to close your eyes again in hopes of sleeping for a little bit longer, but when your phone buzzed on the nightstand you knew the question would itch at your brain until you looked at it.

you eased yourself up slightly to grab your phone, flipping it in your hand to see the screen.

the pogues group chat.

jb ; heading out on the hms pogue. who's comin'

jj ; in. when ?

jb ; 9

kie ; i'm in. be there @ 9

pope ; if you can drive by, i'm in.

jb ; u got it.

kie ; sarah ? y/n ? u comin'

you knew you didnt really need to consult sarah before answering for the both of you. you both loved days out on the boat.

y/n ; i'm with sarah and we're both in! be there @ 9

as you set your phone down to try and enjoy the last few minutes before you had to wake sarah up, you felt her fidget against you, her head burrowing into the place between your shoulder and your neck.

a smile spread across your lips at the feeling of her soft skin against one of your more sensitive spots.

when you felt her lips puckering against your neck you knew she was awake.

" mornin' sunshine " you whispered, which earned you a soft sigh in response.

" you've got about 10 minutes before i pull you out of this bed."

at that she lifted her head from your shoulder and rested her head against your chest again, causing you to lift your free hand and brush her hair from her slightly confused face.

" meeting everyone at the dock at nine "

another sigh slipped from her lips before she answered. " m'kay, well can i use those ten minutes to shower ?"

two quiet laughs filled the space between you.

" as long as you plan to share with me "

a grin lit up her face as she pulled away from you and pulled you off of the mattress and across to the bathroom.

45 minutes later and the two of you were walking up to the dock where you found kiara, jj and john b waiting for the two of you.

you had dropped her hand around the corner, but picked it up again to help her onto the boat before you climbed on yourself.

once the two of you were sat down , the boat started and you all chartered to pick up pope.

and when he was finally on board, it was just the six of you and the open ocean.

30 minutes later and the boat stopped in the middle of nowhere, ready for your day out on the water to start.

the minute the boat stopped, jj pushed kie into the water and jumped in after her. john b stationed himself at the head of the boat, his legs hanging over the edge with a beer in his hand, and pope pulled out a book.

leaving you and sarah to entertain yourselves.

you were barely able to contain your laughter when you felt a head rest on your lap and you brought your attention down to the blonde head of hair scattered there.

your hand lifted to brush some hair from her face. it may have definitely lingered around her freckly cheeks.

" you got sunscreen on your pretty face ? " you questioned, unable to stop your fingertips from rubbing over her cheek.

" not yet, you wanna give it a go ?" she teased, her smile growing wider as you reached slightly to your left to grab the sunscreen from your bag.

you were never going to turn down this type of opportunity.

once you had an adequate amount of sunscreen on your hand, probably a little more than necessary, you began spreading it around on her cheeks and her nose, noticing with delight the way her nose scrunched at the cold feeling.

when her face was fully covered and protected you didnt really think about it before leaning down and pressing a short peck onto her lips.

"can i do you now ?" she questioned causing a giggle to bubble up from your chest.

" you already did me, baby. i'm too tired to do it again " you joked causing her to lightly shove your arm in jest.

" what am i looking at ? "

both yours and sarahs heads whipped towards the sound of tiaras voice, clearly directed towards you two.

" oh, yeah..." you paused for a moment, unsure if this was the right time to do this, but with a soft squeeze of your leg from sarah you were assured that she was okay with it if you were.

" we're dating. have been for about two months. " you said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

the shocked faces of your friends assured you it wasn't.

you knew this would happen eventually, that you were bound to get caught, you just didnt think it would be because you were too desperate to kiss sarah out on the boat.

" we don't really hide it, we just don't flaunt it either " sarah explained as she sat up beside you.

" yeah, why do you think she's always over at my house ?"

" i think i speak for all of us when i say we thought she was sleeping at yours because her family is batshit crazy " you weren't surprised to hear that coming from jj

" that is definitely the second reason " the blonde explained.

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geminijade · 1 year

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The Boys of Summer 🥵🔥

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goldenroutledge · 1 year

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serenity

pairing: pope heyward x reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: your first anniversary with pope.

warning(s): none! just fluff <3

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365 days. One full year of being able to call Pope truly yours. The days seemed to go by in a flash, each memory together replaying in your head with a rose colored tint. It had been so easy, you thought. Sure, there were a handful of silly arguments and temporary goodbyes that made your heart clench at the thought. But choosing to entrust him with the key to your heart, and never letting go of the key to his, that part was easy.

“Y/n.” Pope cooed in a soft voice, nudging your half-sleeping body. “Wake up.”

You took a deep breath in, not wanting to stop drowsily reminiscing about the man beside you. “Happy anniversary, my love.” He mumbled with a soft kiss to your forehead.

Purely to mess with him for interrupting your dreamy state, you stared at him blankly, feigning forgetfulness of the important date. Pope’s smile faltered at your expression.

“You didn’t forget, did you?”

Your laugh echoed through the acoustics of the room, putting him at ease. “Of course not! I was just messing with you.” He smiled at the feel of your arms around his torso and your lips peppering his jaw. “Happy anniversary to you, too.”

“I have something for you.” You mumbled into his neck, before reaching for your nightstand drawer to retrieve it.

“I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything, my love. Just being with you today is more than enough.”

“Sorry, honey. I just couldn’t help myself, you know how impulsive I can be.”

“Indeed I do.” He teased, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. “Or maybe you just need to stop spending so much time with JJ, I think you’re picking up on his bad habits.”

You gasped, harmlessly brushing his arm away. “Actually, JJ had great advice on my gift for you. You’ll be thanking us both once you open it.”

“Tonight I will.” Pope grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers, helping you out of bed. “But for right now, I have a surprise waiting for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? Is it a good one?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course I do. But you know I’m not the fondest of surprises.” You reminded him. “Please don’t tell me I have to wear a blindfold.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to bring up your enthusiasm. “For the time being, you don’t. Come on, I think you’ll like it.”

Pope led you by the arm down the hall and to your kitchen, stepping out of the way so you could get a view of your dining table, decorated more than usual for the occasion. “Ta-da!” He cheered, pulling your chair out for you like he always did. A simple but sweet gesture that was never overlooked in your time together.

“You made all this?” You marveled, eyes darting from dish to dish, an array of all your favorite breakfast foods resting on the table. Pope wasn’t exactly known to be a chef, but his hidden talents never failed to amaze you.

“Of course I did. You deserve it. My mom might’ve taught me a few things.”

At the revelation you both chuckled, understanding why everything looked so appealing. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him putting in the time and effort into making something special for you.

Pope may have been grinning on the outside— after all, if you were happy, so was he— but he couldn’t deny the panic he was feeling.

Just yesterday when he went to the local florist to pick up your favorite flowers, they were completely out. He cursed himself for not planning this better ahead of time, but was determined to figure something out.

« “Fuck.” Pope sighed, entering the Chateau and slamming the door shut behind him.

“What’s wrong dude?” JJ questioned.

“Well, my anniversary is tomorrow. And the florist is sold out of sunflowers.”

“I could’ve told you that.” John B chimed in, opening his can of soda as he entered the room. “They’re all at Tannyhill for Sarah’s birthday party.”

“Not surprised.” JJ muttered. “Can’t you get some other flowers for Y/n?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope rejected. “It’s sunflowers or no flowers.”

JJ scoffed. “Girls love all flowers. Are you sure she wouldn’t be fine with some roses or something? Y/n would appreciate it either way.”

“True.” Pope acknowledged. “But it’s our anniversary. I want it to be special, and what is special about saying: ‘Hey, I know we’ve been together for a year but I can’t be bothered to notice what your favorite flower is’. I have to try.”

“You know, I think my cousin still works at some type of garden store. Maybe they have ‘em there.” JJ offered. “You said sunflowers right?” »

In the midst of your breakfast, Pope’s phone buzzed in his pocket, letting him know he was receiving a call. He ignored it, too entranced with the beauty sitting in front of him that he couldn’t be bothered to let anything or anyone distract him from this moment.

But then his phone rang again, and then eventually for a third time. “You can answer it, hun, I don’t mind.” You told him. “Clearly someone’s trying to reach you.”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. I won’t be long.” He excused, reaching over to kiss your cheek before rushing to another room once he read JJ’s contact name.

“Did you find them?” Pope spoke lowly, just loud enough for only JJ to hear on the other line.

“Good morning to you too, man. Geez.”

“Well, did you? I’m in the middle of breakfast with Y/n.”

“Nah. The Cameron’s must’ve hit up my cousin’s shop too because she’s all out. Damn kooks.”

Pope sighed, letting his head fall back against the closed door at the words he dreaded hearing.

“But listen, I have a backup plan.” Somehow that doesn’t reassure me, Pope thought. “She says there’s this flower shop on the mainland that should have them. It’s not too far away.”

“Can you go get them?”

“Nah, I gotta go to work pretty soon. But the next ferry leaves in 30. You could leave now, get them yourself, and still be back in time for the sunset or whatever.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll have to. Thanks anyway.” Pope sighed, hanging up the phone and plastering on a smile before joining you again.

“Everything okay?” You asked, as your love did not sit down to resume eating with you.

“I need to run an errand fast.” He explained with urgency. “I know we were gonna spend the day together but I promise I will make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay..?” You replied, unintentional skepticism surely lacing your voice. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks for breakfast!”

“No problem. I love you.” Pope assured, giving you a quick peck before heading out the door.

“I love you, too!” You called out after him.

You weren’t sure why Pope left in such a hurry, on your first anniversary no less, but knowing him, it had to be for a good reason.

If only he didn’t go to so much trouble for some sunflowers. Hours had passed by before he returned. At around 7, he texted you and told you to wait a few more minutes before he picked you up.

You all but ran through your house and out the front door at the familiar hum of his truck pulling up. “Hi, again.” Pope greeted you, cupping your face and kissing you.

“What took you so long? I missed you.” You mumbled, pulling away from him.

“Long story.” Pope briefly explained before fishing through a bag for a blindfold. “May I?”

“Are you sure I can’t just close my eyes?”

“I know you’ll peek.”

“Whatever.” You huffed, snatching the blindfold and putting it on yourself. “Just drive, lover boy.”

After what felt like forever of sitting in the dark, jolting occasionally when the road became uneven, you felt the truck come to a stop. “Are we there?”

“We’re here, sweetheart.” Pope confirmed. “I’ll help you out.”

As promised, Pope came around to your side of the truck and helped you out, though your movements were slow with precaution.

“Woah.” You gasped, feeling the not so solid ground beneath you. “Is that sand?”

Pope chuckled as you kicked some up with your shoe, clearly trying to find out for yourself to be sure. “Yes. We’re at the beach, hun.”

“Okay.” You spoke wearily, squeezing the life out of your boyfriend’s hand as you made your steps carefully. “You better not let me walk into the ocean, Pope. Is this how you get rid of all your girlfriends after 1 year?”

“Nope. Just you.” He quipped, pinching your side as he held onto you. “Alright, you can take the blindfold off.”

You did as told, careful of your hair as you removed it gently. The sight before you drew a gasp from your lips, a spread out picnic blanket with an abundance of sunflowers decorating the space. “Pope! This is so cute!”

“Only the cutest for you.” He returned, helping you sit down. “I was gone for the day trying to find you some sunflowers. Everyone was sold out and I had to go to like a hundred places. But it’s worth it.”

“You really didn’t have to go to so much trouble, y’know.”

“Don’t worry. I’d go to a hundred more stores if I had to. I’d go to Mars for you.” Pope smiled, throwing his arm around your shoulders and letting you hide your face into his chest. Even after one year, his effect on you never wavered. You would always feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on Pope Heyward.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore completed the serene aura on the beach, the stars beginning to make their appearance in the dusky sky.

“This is all so beautiful. Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for every day.”

“Damn, do you really have to try and outdo me with your cute ass responses?”

“We’ve lasted this long, if I didn’t know any better I’d start to think you love it.”

Your smile beamed as you kissed him, eyes twinkling once you opened then again, always a definite result of the love in front of you. “I guess you’re right about something.”

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rues-daya · 1 year

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: midsummers ready 🖤

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sarahcameron be my date instead, I’ll ditch John B for you any day 😍

yourinstagram girl stop, you making me blush 😚

rafe.cameron well hot damn

sarahcameron leave her page immediately sir

nameisjohnb pope said you look absolutely breathtakingly beautiful

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thetopperthornton looking beautiful as always y/n!!!

yourinstagram aww thanks topper but please tell Rafe the answer will always be N O

itskie stunning 🖤

popeheyward can’t believe you are real… marry me 😍

supitsjj now pope, don’t be pulling a Sarah and John B

yourinstagram JJ 🤣

nameisjohnb I will let that slide for one time and one time only pal

popeheyward

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popeheyward: rarely on instagram and when I am it’s just to mainly post about the love of my life 🖤

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supitsjj look at the kook

popeheyward she may be a kook but in my heart she’s my pogue 🖤

itskie now pope that was smooth.. someone needs to learn to take some notes ;)

sarahcameron I agree ^^^

nameisjohnb sarah, sweetheart, we got married they didn’t so we won this round

sarahcameron no we didn’t but ok …

itskie I’ll marry her in a heartbeat but sarah already said she will marry her and I can’t take her from sarah like that

yourinstagram we can all get married together, nobody is going to stop us ;)

rafe.cameron i only follow you for her…

yourinstagram unfollow my boyfriend and leave us alone challenge… wait you already lost 🙃

wheeziecam wait I like her, shame she said no to dating you rafe :(

sarahcameron WHEEZIE NOT YOU OUTING RAFE LIKE THAT?!?? so proud of you ☺️

yourinstagram i love u and your daily posts about me 🥹

yourinstagram the love of MY life 🤍

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Guy Code

TW: angst. Fluff. Hints at smut.

SUMMARY: Pope's feelings for you come through to the surface.

WORD COUNT: 1100

REQUESTED

Pope has a crush on JJs girlfriend and when he cheats on her he comforts her and confess his feelings

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POPE'S POV

I paced long enough that the stone beneath my feet had become worn and tethered from repetition. The speech prepared with each pointless step became iterated in sporadic pronunciation only to ultimately return to a blank page within my mind. Everything conjured from an apology to a full-blown confession weighed in waves within my mind. Just as I convinced myself a clear conscience would free my inability to hold such feelings behind distant smiles, I was reminded of how she was JJ's ex. And yet, at the same instance in which I would recall that detail, I thought of the tears she shed because of him.

Of all of the reckless and even heartless things JJ has done in his endeavors to numb his own emotions, this had been the most bone-headed. And yet any thoughts to console her brought me to the recollection once again that she was forbidden.

And yet, here I stood. Outside her house well beyond an appropriate hour, before that door finally opened.

"Pope? What are you doing here?" My hands hid within my pockets as if I could shield myself the same. And suddenly as my lips parted to speak, every single word from my repertoire disappeared. Even the most basic. Which left only the most unappealing of half enunciations causing her to furrow her brows at me.

"Did you…need something?" But as she asked, the sniffle iterated was enough for me to clench my fists. I was rarely the type of man to exercise emotion. But she deserved to cry from happiness alone. She was sweet and kind and compassionate. The parts of Kiara I may have found rousing. Only she was no more pogue than she was a kook. She was simply a girl whose heart had been broken by my closest friend.

"I..I just wanted to make sure you were alright." I finally managed to explain my presence as she offered a kind smile. But the soft nod offered had become weak after only a single bob.

"Do you want to come in?" I paused. Although she was a mutual friend long before that title changed to JJ's 'anything', accepting this invitation still felt as if I was committing the ultimate betrayal. Even if JJ had been the first to draw blood over our friendship when I'd told him of my interest in her, I believed my feelings for her would fade as she would have been good for him. But I was wrong. About my feelings. About JJ. About her. And because of this, I nodded and motioned to follow her inside against my better morality.

But the second I took a step forward, those words suddenly returned tenfold.

"No…I just came here to see if you were alright…"

"I'm…I don't know what I am…But you came all the way here to check on me?"

I shrugged, acting as if I hadn't spent the last six months waiting for this very moment to transpire. As if my thoughts didn't linger on knowing , for even one second, of what it was like to hold her focus in that way. The kind of mine she always held.

"I'm sorry…About what happened." She became nervous, no longer at ease in her stance.

"Did…did JJ talk to you?"

"He locked himself away in The Chateau after you left…"

"So he didn't tell you anything?"

"Should he have?" She paused, kicking her feet on the cement porch leading to the front door kept ajar.

"You're making me..anxious."

"Me?" She nodded, pulling her hair behind her ear. "You always do…" She confessed as I hesitated to act.

"You should go…" I nodded, taking the loss before even trying for the win. And yet, as I turned to leave, my tail between my legs, I called back to her.

"No….'

"No?"

"You deserve better. I love JJ, but he…you don't deserve what he did."

"Pope-" I took a step forward, knowing if I let her interrupt me that I'd lose the courage to continue to speak.

"Please…Just let me say this once before implode…" She smiled. A soft smile I simply wanted to kiss for remembrance.

"You're…You're brilliant. Stunning. Funny. Talented in everything you put your mind to. Raw and genuine. Giving and compassionate. Inspiring and sweet. And…You deserve someone who knows that…Someone who reminds you of that so much you're tired of hearing it….I'm just sorry he hurt you…"

"He didn't…" My eyes narrowed.

"It should have. But he was right."

"Right? About what?" My curiosity piqued as I took a step forward, more desperate to know than to remain indifferent.

"How you make me nervous. How I can depend on you. How I look at you…It's why…you are why we broke up. Not because he cheated…because I didn't care that he did…I guess a part of me kinda hoped he would." Before I could stop my steps, they were set in her direction. Her hips taken by my grasp before one hand reached for her cheek at the last moment before my lips collided with her own.

The most perfect buss to satiate a need I desired since I'd first met her. A passion and need that had only intensified since that day. And I would remain as long as I could as if to try and convince myself this was reality. After spending most nights and daydreams constructing this vision, it was nearly impossible to differentiate from fantasy. At least it has been until she pulled me deeper against her. Enough until she came to a rest at the paneling of the house.

"I-"

"Just kiss me, Pope…please…" That soft but breathless cadence made me submissive to her. Her touch electrified every nerve as I would remain here until she rejected me or led me further. I would have shed every ounce of myself for her if she would have asked.

"It should have been you…" She breathed as my lips fell down her jaw and to the curve of her neck between her ear and her pulse point, feeling it restless beneath my kiss.

"It is now…" She moaned to the feeling of my hands rising higher from your waist, just brushing the curve of her breasts from beneath. A tease of my thumbs enough to change her course of modesty.

"Come inside…" She bit her bottom lip, leading me over the threshold with interlaced fingers, as I looked behind one final moment before following suit. A smile beaming across my face for the dream made a reality before me. And any consequence welcomed but ignored as I allowed myself to bask in what I would treasure and adore. The girl who should have always have been mine…

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Just A Dream | Pope Heyward

Warnings: fluffy, a little smut, soft smut, a little angsty at the end

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N dreams of Pope being her boyfriend but, when she wakes up she realizes it was all just a dream, until Pope comes knocking on her window.

“No I didn’t.. I mean I tried but.. you being here is what made it perfect.” Pope said. You giggled and blushed a little. Pope was always throwing cute little compliments your way and you loved it. He knew you had self-esteem issues and issues with the way you looked and he made sure you knew how beautiful you were and how much he loved you.

“Well it’s true y/n.. you’re so beautiful.. I don’t know what I would do without you, I don’t know how I survived without you before I met you.” Pope said. “Honestly.. I don’t know how I made it through without you either..” You smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Pope smiled and stopped then kissed your forehead. You looked up at him with a soft smile and giggled. “You’re so cute..” Pope chuckled and leaned down and kissed you. You smiled.

“Well.. it’s getting dark now.. we should head back. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?” He asked. “Actually..” You thought for a minute. “What is it baby?” Pope asked. “Could I.. stay with you tonight? I mean as long as you’re parent’s wouldn’t mind.” You said looking up at him. “They wouldn’t mind.” He chuckled. “They love having you over there, they think you’re great, and so do I.” He said.

“Well thank you.” You smiled with a small chuckle. Pope held your hand and led you to his car then the two of you drove off to his place.

~When you got to his house~

Pope sat there for a moment and you went flushed. “That’s ok baby, it’s ok to be a virgin.. we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Pope said softly taking your hand in his. “No it’s ok.. I want you..” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Okay.. well at anytime if you want me to stop.. I will.. and I promise to be gentle.” He said and kissed your forehead.

“Okay..” You nodded and the two of you began to kiss again. Then you woke up. You sat up in your bed, in you’re room, Pope was not to be seen. You frowned. “I guess it was all just a dream..” As soon as you said that.. Pope knocked on your window with a smile on his face.

Author's Note: sorry I kind of robbed you guys aha. tysm for reading!!

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 2 years

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Reasons to Kiss You

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First Dreamy Outcomes

A/N: This is a rewrite of the first Dreamy Outcomes, but a JJ version. Idk who requested this, but I love this idea so much! You don't have to read the first one to understand it. Don't forget to request if you have an ideas or suggestions! Happy reading!

Summary: After you and JJ spent the day with one another, the two of you decide to head home for the night, gaining enough energy to hangout with each other the next day. During the night JJ's mind can't help but fantasize what it might be like to have sex with you. Of course, you being his best friend since the third grade and his feelings growing; it'd be hard to tell you. Instead of gaining the balls to confess, he decides to ignore you the best he can but of course it's hard because you always seem to get in his head.

Notes:

Y/E/C: Your Eye Color

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Warnings:

Sexual Themes/innuendos

A couple of time skips

JJ Maybank x-reader

(Third Person View - Dream)

Articles of clothing had been thrown about JJ's room as the two were on the once made bed. Y/N laid underneath JJ as he hovered over her, his hands resting on either side of her head.

His eyes scanned over her with a smirk sitting on his face. Beads of sweat trickled down Y/N's forehead as the two of them stared at one another.

"I gotta tell you, you look incredibly hot," JJ spoke, tucking a strand of hair behind the girl's ear. A small smile appeared on her face at the sound of his statement. Y/N's lips found their way to the side of JJ's neck yet again, leaving tender loving marks.

She grinned against his neck as she ran her hands through his messy blonde hair. Y/N nipped at his skin, bringing his body to hers; trying to keep him close at all times. His hand brushed against her thigh.

She soon felt the feeling of his lips trail down her neck towards her collarbone. Y/N reached towards the hem of his shorts, begging for JJ to remove the article of clothing.

JJ smirked and did as Y/N's motions asked for. JJ wrapped his arm around her waist so her legs straddled his lap. His hands sat on Y/N's hips, rubbing a thumb up and down.

"No Pogue on Pogue macking, remember?" Y/N commented. "Woah. Way to ruin the moment, love," JJ replied, chuckling softly. The two lovebirds gazed at one another, taking in every inch of each other's flushed faces.

(Back to Reality, third person view)

JJ jerked upright from his bed, running a hand through his tangled hair. He looked down at the side of his bed expecting Y/N to be there. The Maybank boy felt his sprits drop at the absence of the girl. Part of him wished his dream had come true whereas the other part of him was glad it didn't.

If Y/N Y/L/N knew his true feelings, he knew that things would go south and the girl he loved would never speak to him again. He could hear his friends talking in the living room, about random things. He wondered how he hadn't heard his friends conversing loudly, but JJ was a deep sleeper so it wasn't totally surprising.

With a heavy and exhausted sigh, he stepped out of bed to get ready for the day. Given that it was only 11:40 am, he figured that taking a shower wasn't needed; knowing that he would be going surfing later. He slipped on a pair of swim trunks and his favorite shirt. "Good morning, sleepy head!" Kiara cheered, arms wide.

He rolled his eyes with shaking his head. Kiara plopped down beside Pope, resting her head on his shoulder. John B wiped down the kitchen table before throwing it into the trashcan. "Where's Y/N?" JJ asked, popping open a beer from the fridge.

"Ooo, someone misses Y/N," Pope teased. JJ flipped him off and closed the refrigerator door. He leaned against the kitchen counter, awaiting a response to his dying question. "I just called her. We're picking her up in a five," Kiara answered with her phone in her hand.

No matter how much JJ tried to distract himself, the thought of his dream about Y/N continued to interrupt his morning beer. He took the last swig and dropped it into the trash can. Sarah walked into the living room with a cooler full of food. "Alrighty, the cooler's all packed and ready to go," she said, closing the lid.

"We better get going, before Y/N calls asking where we are," Pope said, getting up from the couch. "Good idea," Kiara agreed and followed after him. JJ went to reach for another beer but was stopped when Sarah grabbed his arm, bringing him towards the parked Twinkie.

About ten minutes went by and the group's surfboards were strapped to the top of the Twinkie. John B hopped into the front seat while the rest got in behind him. "Off to Y/N's house!" John B exclaimed, pointing a hand forward. Sarah shook her head.

(Y/N's Point of View)

A loud honk sounded from the front of my house. Before leaving through the side door, I made sure to grab my backpack from the hall closet. John B sat in the driver’s seat, his arm hanging out of the window. Sarah whistled at the sight of me. "Well hello there pretty lady," Kiara greeted, hopping out of the side door of the Twinkie.

I laughed as my two best friends walked my way. JJ's blue eyes trailed down my figure, he bit his lower lip. I felt my stomach do flips. I shook the feeling away and walked down the front steps. JJ turned to start a conversation with Pope who sat beside him. "Need help with your board?" Sarah asked. "Maybe. My dad 'cleaned' the shack out yesterday," I answered, putting emphasis on the word cleaned.

My dad isn't the best when it comes to cleaning things. My mom claims that it's the worst superpower someone could ever ask for, and I can't say I don't disagree. Kiara shook her head. The two of them followed me towards the shack my older brother and dad had constructed a few years ago. Sarah lifted up the latch to the door, opening it so I could slip through.

"Wow, he actually cleaned it," Kiara spoke, peeking her head behind the door. I laughed and nodded along. I found my board leaned up against the back wall of the wooden shack. Sarah kept the shack's door wide open, leaving me room to slip passed her. I wrapped an arm around the side of the board and stepped through the door.

Kie stepped aside slightly and dropped the latch so it rested in between the lock. The two of them walked beside me as we made our way back to the Twinkie. I couldn't help but notice JJ ignoring my wave. I exchanged a look with Sarah and Kiara. They shrugged their shoulders. Kie tilted her head towards the top of the Twinkie.

With the help of my friends, I was able to strap my beloved board to the top of John B's van. Kiara and I sat beside one another given that my blonde friend was still in deep conversation with Pope. "Cute suit," Sarah complemented, looking over her shoulder to glance at me. I turned to her and smirked. "Why thank you. A very sweet and intelligent friend of mine bought it for me," I answered.

Sarah, Kiara and I went out one weekend in search for new swimsuits for the summer. Sarah had bought one for all three of us, same style but different colors. Sarah insisted that I get the yellow swimsuit since I reminded her of the sun given my 'bright and sunny personality'. Sarah nudged me in the shoulder, rolling her eyes playfully.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed JJ glance at me; the corners of his lips lifting at the sight of my smile from Sarah's reaction. John B kissed his girlfriend on the cheek after checking if the boards were all situated. "To the beach!" he hollered. Sarah shook her head at her boyfriend's cheery demeanor. He turned up the volume on the radio when his favorite song came on.

"Quiet peeps, my jam's on," John B ordered, holding up a finger.

"Nobody was even talking," Pope spoke.

John B shushed him and continued driving towards our spot. JJ looked out of the window beside me, his eyes fixating on every tree the Twinkie passed. I looked at Kiara once again who shrugged her shoulders at JJ's weird attitude. "Hey, you alright?" I lightly nudged JJ's knee with my foot.

He tore his focus away from the green scenery. His brows rose at my statement. "Yeah, just tired," he answered, flatly. I nodded slowly and grabbed a blunt from the pocket of my backpack, remembering that I had saved it from yesterday. "Okie dokie, who want's the first hit?" I offered, grabbing my lighter from the side pocket of my bag.

Kiara reached over and took the blunt from in-between my fingers. She ignored my expression, lighting the end of the perfectly shaped blunt. "Don't waste that. I spent a shit ton of time on that," JJ said, pointing at Kiara who flipped him off. She didn't even get another second before I reached over and snatched it from her.

I leaned against the door of the Twinkie with my legs stretched out, my feet resting on Kiara's lap. "Don't give me that look. I'm the one that brought it," I said, setting the blunt in between my lips. "Yeah, but I'm the one who made it," JJ spoke, "In fact, I should get a hit at it." He reached over to grab the blunt, but I slapped his hand away; sticking my tongue out.

"Not what you said last night," I commented, smirking, referring to when we hung out yesterday.

JJ immediately pulled back his hand, retreating his gaze back at the forests surrounding the bridge John B was driving over. The Twinkie grew silent, an uncomfortable pause settled between my friend's and I. Luckily, we had arrived at our favorite beach spot before anything else happened. I took a puff of the blunt and handed it to Pope who stared it.

"What do you want me to do with this?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and slid open the side door of the Twinkie. "Smoke it. What else are you supposed to do with it?" Kiara said, standing beside me. Pope turned to look at the blunt with his brows raised. I shook my head and helped John B get the board's down from the top.

Once we got them down, I tucked mine underneath my arm and followed Kiara towards the shore. Sarah walked with the three boys to find a nice spot for us to call home for the next few hours. "Okay, I can't be the only one who noticed that weird fiasco with JJ back there," I said, setting my board into the water as we walked deeper.

Kiara nodded and dipped her hand into the salt water, running a hand through her hair. The two of us hopped on our boards and sat in the water. "Yeah," she sighed. "Did anything happen this morning that I'm not aware of?" I questioned. Kiara shook her head and glanced out at our friend group. JJ was speaking with the two boys while Sarah was making her way to the shore line with a book and beer in hand.

"No, ma'am. I mean, when we went to pick you up, JJ began speaking with Pope," Kiara said, "but Sarah and I were out before we could hear anything."

I nodded in response and glanced back at the boys, who were still speaking with each other. Sarah sat down at the sand, her arms propping her up with her sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose.

"I hope everything's okay," I turned to Kiara, "I hope it's nothing I did."

Kiara smiled and shook her head. She swung her legs around her board. "Honey, it's nothing you did. It's just JJ being JJ," she said. I nodded reluctantly and followed her lead, deeper into the water.

(Third Person View)

The three boys stood underneath a few palm trees while Y/N and Kiara were surfing away, Sarah sitting in front of the waves watching her two talented surfing friends. "Woo! Yes queens!" Sarah cheered, cupping her hands over her mouth. Y/N laughed, wiping away salt water that had landed on her tanned face. JJ looked out at Y/N as she effortlessly glided across the white and blue waves without any difficulty.

The blonde Pogue was in the midst of telling his buddies what his dream consisted of last night. "Okay, so let me get this straight," John B said, "You had a dream that you had sex with Y/N?" The Maybank boy turned to look at his friend. He nodded in response.

He took his red and grey hat off, smoothing down his hair before setting the baseball cap back onto his head. "And you haven't told her?" Pope questioned. "No, Pope. I haven't told her," JJ answered, filled with sarcasm. Pope raised his hands up at his friend's witty response.

JJ huffed and leaned against the trunk of a palm tree with his arms crossed. He watched the wind brush against the small grains of sand. "I for sure thought the confident and Touron magnet, JJ Maybank, would have told her already," John B commented, taking his shoes off, setting them beside Sarah's beach tote. JJ huffed and set his hat down, preparing to go out and surf.

"So did I," he said, "This dream felt real, man, like so real. And, I think I liked it."

The two boys looked at their friend with raised brows. John B glanced at Pope before glimpsing at JJ who stared at them. "Woah, okay," John B chuckled, "Has this.....happened before? The dream." JJ shook his head in response, taking his favorite flip flops off like John B had. They fell into silence, either one of them digesting what their friend had just confessed.

Y/N breathed heavily, running her hands through her hair. Kiara bobbed on her surfboard beside the Y/L/N girl. The two of them looked out still watching the boys talk. "Okay, why the hell are they just standing there?" Kiara spoke. "No f'ing clue," Y/N replied. JJ trailed his eyes away from the sand and looked up at his two friends.

"Okay. I'm gonna tell her," he claimed, "I'm just....gonna walk up to her and ask to talk." John B patted his friend's shoulder with his arm holding his board. Pope followed pursuit with his black and blue surfboard in hand as well. "That's my boy. Now do it before she get's worried," John B said, "Because by the look on her face, she seems like she is."

JJ turned around to see what he was talking about. And sure enough, Y/N was worried. She continued to search through her mind on what had she said that upset JJ, or what she had done to upset him. Y/N cared deeply about the boy and would hate for her to mess something up. She let out a sigh when the two of them made direct eye contact.

(Y/N's Point of View)

"I'm gonna go talk to him. I'm just....gonna walk up to him and ask to talk," I said, more to myself then to Kiara who was still beside me. She nodded, putting her hair into a low ponytail. "Good idea, you two seem to figure things out," Kie agreed. I shot her a smile before making my way to shore. I passed the two boys. They saluted at me with me saluting back.

Sarah looked up at me with her brows furrowed. I set my board down beside her. "Everything okay? Did you get stung by a jellyfish?" she questioned. "No, no. Everything's fine," I reassured, "I'm just gonna talk with J. Make sure he's all good." Sarah let out a sigh of relief, removing her hand from her chest.

I shook my head at her reaction and pat her on the head. She followed me with her eyes as I strolled over to where JJ was pacing. "Hey, can we talk?" I said in unison to him. He snickered in a nervous tone. My brows furrowed. I grabbed my towel and twisted my hair in-between the cloth.

JJ glanced out into the ocean to find John B and Pope both give him a thumbs up. He thought I didn't notice their encouragement, but I did. "J, are you alright?" I asked, setting a hand on his shoulder. He looked back at me and nodded. "John B and Pope wanted some food. I think there's a snack stand down there, wanna walk and talk?" he suggested, ignoring that he had rhymed at the end of his statement.

"Yeah. Sure!" I replied, slipping on my sandals. The two of us walked side by side. I don't remember there ever being a snack stand down on this side of the island, but if it gives me an excuse to talk to JJ? I'm taking it. "So, mind telling me what's going on in that handsome head of yours?" I said, breaking the silence.

He kicked the sand around, making sure there were no shells or crabs, maybe jellyfish, hiding in the sand; hoping I wouldn't step on either one. He always seemed to do that whenever we went out for walks like this. JJ looked over his shoulder then back to me. "I had a dream last night," he said. "Okay?" I replied, chuckling.

He ran a hand through his messy hair and shoved his hands into the pockets of his swim trunks. JJ continued to walk. "What was this said dream about?" I questioned, feeling as if I was the one going along with this conversation. He sighed. "Well, you were in it, and we were-" he paused, "in the middle of having sex."

I coughed at the sound of his statement, choking on my own spit. JJ stopped walking and turned to look at me. "That is not what I thought you were gonna say," I said, swallowing down whatever made me choke. He chuckled nervously yet again. JJ stood in front of me, looking down at me given the major height difference.

"So...." I trailed, "Has this happened before? You know, thinking about, you know...."

"Oh, no, not at all."

JJ shook his head, his hair tossing slightly. I nodded and stared at the nice, perfect waves beside me. JJ's eyes stayed on me as I looked out at the beautiful ocean that I've loved since a kid. "What would you do if I told you that I've had a similar dream with you in it?" I said, turning to look at him. His brows raised with a slight smirk appearing on his face.

"And, I'm not gonna say I hated it, but...." my sentence wandered on. I noticed JJ look at me with his classic smirk still sitting on his tanned face. I felt my cheeks grow pink at the sight of his grin that made me weak in the knees. "Well, I would say that I think I like you, and we should totally kiss right now," the confident boy said.

My Y/E/C eyes met his, my own smirk now on my face. JJ reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I stood on the tip of toes, connecting my lips with his. JJ's hands found their way to my hips, my hands settling on his board shoulders. Our shared kiss grew more passionate, a hands roaming around type of kiss.

I broke for air before JJ could. He pouted at the missing feeling of my lips on his. "I'm really glad you had that dream," I said. "And why is that?" JJ asked. "Gave me a reason to kiss you," I replied, shrugging. He smirked yet again, bringing his lips to mine.

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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today is cleaning out the drafts day 😊😊😊

which means i will have drew (fluff and smut separately), austin (smut) and chase (smut) on the way in the next few days / week. and a rudy one on the cards too 👀

after that i’m gonna focus on some requests (my requests are always open if anyone’s interested 🥰). they will be short blurbs and can be either fluff or smut or a mix (just let me know). i write for all the obx actors / actresses and characters ❤️

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rafedaddy01 · 8 days

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Use Me

When he’s on his knees for her and she grabs hold of his necklace, pulling him closer. “Choke me and call me your good boy” he says.

Her eyes light up at his words, he loved giving her a bit of control. She hesitated for a moment. “Use me y/n, claim me”

She tastes her lips and starts to tease him, “please baby” he whispers, tracing her bottom lip.

She grips his hair, a smile curving her lips. “You wanna be used like my personal toy?” He dips his head back, a low groan escaping his lips.

“I don’t just want it. I’m down on my knees begging you for it, baby” he needs this. He wants to feel how much she loves him. Make him hers again. He needs her to bring him back to life.

“You haven’t been a good boy though, have you?” He swallows, knowing he hasn’t. He never really is, unless it is for her. She grabs hold of his chain.

Maybe I should make you work for it” she teases, releasing her hold on his face and walking away, sitting on the edge of the bed. Slowly, she opens her legs, leaving him almost breathless watching her.

“You know what to do, rafe. Crawl to me”

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babeydollx · 27 days

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Pope Heyward Masterlist

☾ - Smut | ୨୧ - Fluff | ❅ - Angst | ♤ - Dark Content |

୨୧ Imagines ୨୧

↳ Just a Dream ୨୧☾

୨୧ Series/Parters ୨୧

↳ nothing yet...

୨୧ Headcannons ୨୧

↳ nothing yet...

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kamaluhkhan · 1 year

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if it's real, if it's sweet

pairing: shuri x fem!reader

summary: you and shuri are pretty much living in domestic bliss, until a double date leads to a revelation about your relationship. your reconciliation involves you fucking shuri like no other girl has before and giving shuri the best orgasm(s) of her life (and vice versa). let's just say....the two of you live happily ever after <3

warnings: fluff, angst (reader and shuri have an argument), and smut!! mostly sub!shuri, oral (reader and shuri receiving), spitting, squirting, strap-on, tribbing...enjoy :)

song inspo: "cherry" by FLETCHER and hayley kiyoko

a/n: hello! this fic is kind of a part 2 of my first fic i'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain) but not much context is needed. there is a lot of plot and smut is mostly at the end. this is set between endgame and wakanda forever. i might do a part 3 that would be very angsty, so stay tuned. also if you're wondering my fancast for harry osborn it's jonathan daviss and for peter parker it's nico hiraga (sorry tom holland!)

"fuck, shuri," you moaned as her tongue touched your folds. "we don't have time for this...."

you had class in an hour and shuri had to get to work, but the combination of the hot water hitting your skin and shuri's tongue in your cunt was something you did not want to give up just yet - even if you didn't want to admit it.

"usana," shuri scolded, looking up at you innocently, as if she wasn't the one who decided to push you against the shower wall and get on her knees in front of you. "it was your idea to shower together this morning."

"well, sorry for wanting to save water," you breathed, your grip tightening on her curls. "the planet is dying."

shuri pulled away from you once more, lips shining with your slick. "well, i didn't realize you cared so much about the environment. if that's all this is...." she got up to her feet and turned off the water. "we better get going, pretty girl."

you whined at the loss of contact and clenched your thighs together at the nickname, something that did not go unnoticed by shuri. shuri ran her tongue across her bottom lip before leaning forward to kiss you, your back pushed against the cool tile and the taste of you faint on her tongue.

hearing your alarm go off reminded you that there were other responsibilities you each had to attend to. reluctantly, the two of you dried off and made your way to your (shared) bedroom. you put on a matching bright orange boyshort / bralette combo before slipping on some jeans and an orange cropped sweater, and moving on to your makeup.

as you got ready, you watched in the mirror as shuri looked in the closet for something to wear, currently only dressed in black briefs and a sports bra. once she picked out an outfit, her eyes caught yours in the mirror.

"what?" she asked, slipping on a white mesh top.

you smiled, swiping on some orange eyeshadow (shuri might have been the princess of wakanda, but you were the queen of coordination). even though shuri was moving in at the end of the month -- she needed to go tie up some loose ends in wakanda before coming to live in new york long term -- you loved how comfortably she already fit into your life here. you loved seeing her clothes in your closet, the lava lamp she spotted at a thrift store on the corner of the desk, the photobooth strip of the two of you at a surprise birthday party you'd thrown her last weekend (everyone had a great time and danced and drank until late....needless to say you and shuri showed up very hungover to pepper potts' baby shower the next morning). you loved how you could smell your papaya body wash on her skin. you loved waking up with her arm around your waist, how she mumbled in her sleep about calculations she needed to get done. you loved how she took the subway with you to class, how she visited you at work when you had a slow shift. the two of you had been together for a few years, but your lives had never been this intertwined.

"nothing," you finally responded, finishing with a layer of mango lip gloss on your lips. "don't forget we have that double date tonight."

shuri groaned. "do we have to?"

you didn't particularly want to have dinner with your roommate and his (somewhat) pretentious boyfriend either, but peter parker has been your best friend and partner in crime-fighting for years as well. you owed it to him to give harry osborn a chance.

"if harry's spending more time with pete, it means he'll be spending more time here, so it's probably best that we all get along," you reasoned. you walked over to where shuri was examining her outfit in the full length mirror and wrapped your arms around her waist. she leaned back into your chest, sighing. "please?" you trailed kisses down her neck for good measure.

"fine, i'll do it."

"amazing!" you planted one last kiss on the corner of her mouth before pulling away and gathering your things for class. "the dinner's at 7, but we should probably come back here to change into something nicer. maybe we can meet here and walk over together?"

shuri nodded just as another alarm went off from your phone. "how many alarms do you have?"

"too many, as necessary as they may be," you declared brightly, pressing the cancel button and kissing shuri one last time. you pulled away and she groaned, taking the opportunity to move your shirt slightly and leave bites on your exposed collarbone. you checked the time on your phone.

maybe you could spare a little more time.

the double date was at some fancy italian restaurant in the upper west side. you each ordered pasta dishes and harry ordered a bottle of red wine for the table. the wine came quickly, but given how busy the restaurant was, you anticipated your food would take longer. meanwhile, the conversation flowed naturally from awkward small talk about the weather, to current tv show obsessions (you and shuri were bingeing project runway), to work at oscorp (where you, peter, and harry were interns), and finally to college classes. that's how you found yourself ranting about the lecture in your molecular engineering class from that afternoon.

"i mean no offense to tony - loved the guy - but i know for a fact that my super smart sexy girlfriend cracked that technology years before he did," you declared. "so the fact that my professor -- this white woman, by the way -- uplifts stark tech as the beacon of the future is total bullshit."

"that is total bullshit," harry agreed. "colonizers gonna colonize, i guess."

shuri laughed, a sound you would never get tired of hearing. she had her right arm casually draped across the back of your chair as she held her glass in her left hand, taking occasional sips.

"i mean most of the avengers use nanotech now, right?" harry was directing his question at you, since to his knowledge you were the only avenger at the table, but peter seemed to have forgot that he had a secret identity.

"most of us, yeah," peter answered. you nudged his foot under the table. "ow!" he exclaimed, but once he looked at you, he realized his slip up. "most of them," he corrected, chuckling awkwardly and avoiding harry's gaze. "at least that's what i can gather from my stark internship."

it took a lot in you to not roll your eyes at the fact that peter was still using the 'stark internship' excuse, but harry seemed to buy it.

"anyways, y/n, finish your story," peter suggested.

"well, that's basically what i said in class," you explained.

"that your super smart sexy girlfriend cracked nanotechnology years before tony stark?" shuri wondered.

you shrugged. "pretty much. i also said something about colonizers, but i forget what exactly."

shuri grinned. "that's my girl," she leaned over to plant a kiss on your cheek.

a few waiters came over to bring plates full of pasta, and you all thanked them. your stomach grumbled at the delicious smell, a reminder that you had barely eating all day in between classes. you were so ready to dig in to some quality fettucine alfredo.

"you guys really are a power couple," harry pointed out, gesturing between you and shuri as you started to eat. "how long have you two been together?"

you swallowed a mouthful of pasta. "well, we met right after the avengers split up because of the sokovia accords," you started, clearing your throat. it certainly wasn't your favorite time of your life, but something good obviously did come from that time. if none of it happened, you might not have gotten together with shuri.

"steve dropped me off in wakanda -- i was freshly 18 and he was worried what would happen to me if i went back to new york. so, i stayed there for a while and that's how i met this one." you nudged shuri playfully with your elbow, and she moved a hand under the table to squeeze your upper thigh. "she showed me around, we worked in the lab together and we were friends for a while, of course, but our first non-platonic date was the night before i left wakanda. she brought be up to the top of mount bashenga, we shared a bottle of mango soju that t'challa brought back from korea and then we...." you trailed off, not wanting to necessarily go into the physical details of your first time together. "long story short, we've been girlfriends ever since."

"well, that wasn't our first official date, though," shuri said, taking a sip of her wine.

"oh?" you tilted your head, wondering if your memory was off. but, no, you were sure. it was the night before you left wakanda - it couldn't have been before and it couldn't have been later. your entire relationship had been long distance until recently.

"i visited you in the fall," shuri recounted. "you took me to magnolia bakery to get that banana pudding, we walked around central park, and then we slept together in your dorm while your roommate was at a frat party - that was when we became exclusive."

you chewed slowly, ingesting her words. "that was a few months after i left wakanda though." shuri nodded. "we were already together."

"yeah," shuri agreed. "but weren't exclusive."

"okay, you keep saying that word." at this point, you had completely forgotten your dinner and your double date. "what does that mean, though?"

"like, we were seeing other people," shuri stated casually. she was still eating her pasta, and you grabbed the fork out of her hand. "i wasn't finished with that."

"so you were sleeping with other people? while we were together?"

"well...yeah."

peter's mouth practically dropped to the floor, and harry almost choked on a piece of penne.

you, on the other hand, were silent, frozen. it shouldn't have been that big of a deal - maybe you would have agreed to do the whole friends with benefits thing - but you and shuri clearly hadn't been on the same page. you fell for her, hard and fast, but it didn't seem like she would say the same for you. and you were sure that you'd had the are we exclusive? conversation before you parted ways.

suddenly, your avengers buzzer (an addition made at the request of carol danvers - she swore by them) went off.

harry cleared his throat. "avengers business?"

"yeah," you replied, dropping shuri's fork back in her plate. you glanced at peter, who just shook his head slightly. he would have to sit this one out. "i have to go."

shuri started to call out your name, but you were already out the door.

when you got home later that night, shuri was still up, sitting in the living room with one lamp on. she hadn't changed from dinner, still wearing her patterned suit, but had unbuttoned the top even more. she looked way too good, and if you weren't currently frustrated at her, you would have suggested going to the bedroom right away.

"peter is sleeping at harry's."

"okay," you replied crisply.

you walked to your bedroom and removed your supersuit, looking for some comfortable clothes to wear. your entire body ached, your head throbbing.

"are we going to talk about it, or are you just going to shut me out?"

you groaned, way too exhausted after dealing with a flying green goblin terrorizing midtown. you didn't want to have to deal with this right now. searching through your drawers, you eventually found some sleep shorts and the i <3 wakanda t-shirt shuri had gotten you as a joke.

"i'm tired, shuri." you sat on the bed and started rubbing some lavender body butter on your arms and legs.

"no, you're angry," shuri countered, leaning against the doorframe and watching you go through your nightly ritual.

"can't i be both?" you got up, took off your bra, and slipped on your shorts. you turned to shuri just in time to watch her stare at your bare chest before you finally put on your t-shirt.

"look, you have nothing to be angry about. those first few months, we were keeping it casual, yeah? we were -- how do you americans call it -- friends with benefit."

the way she stated it as though she was explaining scientific theories, the way she was being so casual now like you were overreacting, sent a wave of frustration through your body.

"you can't be fucking serious right now!"

"i don't understand why this is such a big deal! it was years ago!"

you scoffed. "i thought that what we had was real from the start, okay? friends with benefits only works when there are no strings attached, and i remember us very clearly having strings attached. there's no way i would have - i don't know - been so vulnerable with you if i thought it was just sex."

"that's the friend part," shuri continued matter-of-factly. she finally walked into the room, removing her suit jacket and unbuttoning her shirt even more. before long, her top half was only covered by a black sports bra.

you scoffed. "if that's how you act with friends, then i seriously think you need to follow up with the rest of the girls you fucked at the time. how many were there, anyways?"

shuri hesitated.

"answer the question, shuri," you snapped.

"i like sex, you know that! you weren't there, so i had to find other girls to sleep with."

"yeah, i like sex, too! and normally i wouldn't judge you, but we had agreed--"

"we had not agreed ---"

"we had!

"can we agree to disagree? what's the big deal anyways?"

"well, the big deal is that while you were busy sleeping with other girls, i was in my dorm, waiting to spend all my international minutes on a call that would go to voicemail because - oh !- you were apparently busy sleeping with other girls!"

"i kept telling you to use the kimoyo beads i gave you," shuri mumbled.

"are serious right now?" you exclaimed. "i spent most of that semester waiting for you, thinking about you - and you probably couldn't have cared less! i was stressed and lonely and - yeah, i'll say it - horny, while i could have been out having fun too."

"that's not my fault," shuri scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "i doubt you missed that many opportunities."

"oh? how can you be so sure?"

"well, no one knew that you were an avenger then."

when you first started being an avenger, you were a kid. it wasn't until well after you were 18, after the accords and in a desperate plea to get steve and the others to return, that you revealed your identity to the world, press conference and all. which meant that shuri had a point: during your first semester at empire state university, no one knew that you were an avenger.

"so you're saying that girls would only fuck me if they thought i was a superhero?"

"i'm not saying that's the only reason, but it is a big one."

it took a second for the implication of her words to fully sink in. suddenly, the room felt smaller and you hated every reminder that you and shuri were building a life, here, together.

"is that why we got together in the first place? you wanted to fuck a superhero?"

shuri froze, as if she too just understood the turn your argument had taken.

"shuri. answer the fucking question. is that the reason we got together?" her silence made you claustrophobic, and, again, you were way too tired to deal with this. "i'm gonna sleep at mj's." you were about to grab your phone and keys before shuri stopped you.

"wait. baby, please wait," she pleaded. "i didn't mean -- just, let me explain, okay? please."

you looked at her, jaw tense and eyes searching yours, and you couldn't resist. you just had to hear her out. she sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing at you to join her, but you remained standing, arms crossed and waiting for an explanation.

"maybe....maybe i was intrigued by the fact you were an avenger. i thought you were so cool and badass and i wanted to know you, like really know you. and once i did, i couldn't help but fall for you. i wanted to be with you."

"yeah, you fucking other girls really reflects that."

"let me finish," shuri sighed. "when you went back to new york, i didn't think we'd last. i was scared that our time together in wakanda was just some short, passionate fling for you and you'd forget all about me. or, worse, you'd realize that you just want to be friends and i would be stuck alone, pining for you. sleeping with other people was just a protective measure, i guess."

while you were surprised by her confession, you didn't feel entirely satisfied. you did, however, finally sit on the bed next to her. "you didn't think to talk to me about any of this? to ask whether or not i was invested in our relationship?"

"i'm good with calculations, y/n, not people."

being this close to her, you couldn't help but stare at shuri: at the way her jaw looked sharper in the moonlight, her eyes darker, her lips slightly parted as she waited for you to say something.

"i guess it would have been nice to know how much you thought about me," you whispered.

shuri brings her hand up your thigh and under your shirt, stroking the skin underneath your breast with her thumb. you shuddered at the contact.

"i thought about you all the time. bast, i even called other girls by your name during sex. multiple times."

weirdly, you felt a little proud at that. "i guess i really made an impression on you," you hummed. "tell me: did any of those other girls fuck you better than me?" you asked, voice low.

shuri removed her hand from your body, shrugging. "maybe."

"shuri," you warned. "don't."

"or what?" she challenged, leaning forward, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. "are you gonna punish me? because if you want to have your way with me....i wouldn't stop you."

with that, you pushed her onto the bed. she let out a yelp when her back hit the mattress. once you were hovering over her, legs and arms on either side of her body, you did what you yearned to do as soon as you walked in earlier that night: you kissed her, passionately, deeply. you bit her lip as you pulled away.

"you really want that - for me to have my way with you?"

shuri whimpered. "yes."

"you might regret saying that, usana."

shuri loved it when you spoke xhosa, you knew that. she leaned up to capture your lips, but you had other plans.

you kissed down her jaw, her neck, her exposed chest and shoulders down to her stomach. after you fumbled with the button of her pants, shuri lifted her hips from the bed so that you could remove them. once the pants were thrown on the floor, you kissed her core through her briefs, feeling a wet spot against your lips.

quickly, you took off her briefs, being greeted by her glistening pussy. blowing onto her folds, you ran your tongue from her hole to her clit, loving how you already felt her slick coating your lips. shuri lifted her legs so they rested on your shoulders. with this angle, you gathered some of her slick and sunk two fingers into her heat.

"gods, i've barely touched you and you're already about to come," you teased, feeling her clench around your fingers. "are you going to come for me?" all you got in response was whine. with your other hand, you reached up to pinch the side of her hip. "answer me, princess."

shuri propped herself up on her elbows to look at you, just as you removed your mouth from her.

"yes!" she cried. you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel throbbing between your thighs, hearing how frantic her voice sounded - like she needed you and only you. "please, just do something."

at her request, you moved up the bed so that the two of you were face to face, one of your hands holding her chin while the other was still two fingers deep in her cunt.

with your thumb, you traced over her lips. "open." shuri obeyed you instantly, and you couldn't help but clench your thighs together - you had never seen her this desperate. you spat in her mouth, heart racing as you watched her swallow the combination of your saliva and her cum without question.

you continued fucking her with your fingers until she moaned, louder and louder as she reached her peak.

removing your fingers from her pussy, you locked eyes with her as you brought your glistening fingers to your mouth and sucked off her juices. then, you kissed the tattoo underneath her ear, whispering: "have i ever told you that you're the sweetest thing i've ever tasted?"

when shuri smiled, you couldn't help but think how gorgeous she was, how vulnerable she was underneath you, how she was yours. unfortunately, you also couldn't help but think that there was a time when you thought she was yours and yours alone, while there were other girls with her like this.

so, you decided then that you weren't quite done with her.

"you really want me to have my way with you?" you asked once more, just to be sure.

"yes. anything."

you kissed her again, this time rougher than the last. "where's that new strap you made?"

shuri gestured to the closet. you stripped down before retrieving the strap - bigger than any either of you had used on the other before - and adjusted it around your hips. when you turned back to the bed, shuri was completely naked, nipples perked against the cold air, thighs shining from her previous orgasm.

"turn around," you instructed. "on your knees."

again, shuri complied. you knelt behind her on the bed, grasping her hips. you looked down at her cunt, already dripping, and she gasped when she felt you spit onto her hole. without further ado, you thrusted forward.

you both moaned when you started to enter her. shuri invented a strap that allowed both the wearer and the receiver to feel pleasure; hell, you could even feel her walls clench around you, how deep you were inside her. technology was a beautiful thing.

"you okay, baby?" you asked once you were halfway inside her.

"yes," she breathed. she turned her head as much as she could towards you. "keep going."

once you were fully inside her, strap nestled in her warm cunt, your thighs met her ass. you slipped out slightly, only to thrust back in, over and over, until shuri was a moaning mess beneath you. her body started to shake and she almost collapsed onto her elbows, so you reached one hand to her neck and lifted her up so that your nipples brushed against her back.

"more," she moaned, reaching an arm back to help guide your hips forward, faster.

you kissed the back of her neck, trailing your hand down from her neck to pinch one of her nipples. you moved your other hand to her clit, rubbing the nub in tight circles and gathering as much slick as you could. you then took those same fingers and shoved them into her mouth, allowing her to taste her sweetness.

you almost came right then and there, watching how she truly let you have your way with her body. "i never knew you were such a slut," you taunted. you took your fingers out of her mouth so shuri could respond, instead grasping her neck once more, applying just the slightest pressure you knew drove her crazy.

"only for you," she groaned.

after a particularly hard thrust, shuri came, bursting all over the sheets. she collapsed forward on the bed, breathing hard.

"did you just...." the wet stains on the purple silk sheets were enough evidence. shuri just squirted.

shuri laughed, breathlessly. "fuck. i've never done that before."

you took off the strap and turned her over. her skin glistened with sweat and her curls were stuck to her forehead, but shuri would never not be beautiful.

"one more time for me, okay, pretty girl? i want to feel you against me," you whispered. "i want to watch you fall apart, knowing that i'm the one who makes you feel this good."

shuri nodded, allowing you to adjust your positions so that your cunts were touching. both of you were so worked up, you from watching shuri fall apart twice and shuri from, well, her two previous orgasms, that it didn't take long for you to feel her gush against you, and vice versa.

strings of cum connected you as you removed your body from hers. for a few seconds, you both lay on your backs, staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch your breath.

"i'm sorry," shuri finally said. she shifted her body to lay on her side, facing you. "i almost messed this up but --"

"it's fine," you said, turning your head towards her. "it was a misunderstanding."

"i just...." shuri sighs, voice trembling slightly. "i just want to assure you that i would never want to do anything to hurt you. what we have is more real that anything i ever had with any other girl. you were right, it has been like that from the start, even if i almost messed it up."

you used your thumb to wipe away a tear from shuri's cheek. "are you crying because i gave you the best orgasm of your life?"

despite being in tears, shuri laughed. "i'm crying because i love you."

"i love you too, shuri," you assured her, your finger tracing the tattoo on the side of her arm. "also we should probably take a shower before sleeping."

shuri hummed. "you and your showers." the two of you laughed, remembering this morning. "before that, i have something for you...." she got up and grabbed a paper bag on the floor, handing it to you.

one eyebrow raised, you opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of lychee soju. your expression softened. "it was lychee soju," you mused, looking between the bottle and shuri.

"see, i do remember!" shuri grinned. she slipped on her underwear and your sleep shirt before running to the kitchen to grab some mugs. shuri poured the drink into them and handed you one.

as you sipped the bittersweet liquid, you couldn't help but think: you and shuri. this was real.

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