#popecore

[alexandableak]

We no longer have a pope who knows gay slurs that are used almost exclusively within the queer community in Italy, sadge

[fallout-new-vegas-official]

Meets JD Vance

Dies

[stargirlbabies]

Pope Heyward x plus-size reader, Rafe Cameron x plus-size reader, JJ Maybank x plus-size reader.

Plus Size! Reader is more confident and didn't realise the boys (JJ, Pope, and Rafe) liked her really because she thought they were all in a relationship, you know (with Kie, Cleo, and Sofia), but they are into her.

Inspired by an idea in the DMs shared with - @chalahyung01

You wake up in your bed to your Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Bella, waking you up, grabbing your slippers, and getting ready to take the dog out while wearing a baggy sweatshirt and short shorts. You walk down stairs in your house when you, Sarah, passed out on your couch, remembering the party you went to the night before.

"Yo, Sarah, wake up," you say, walking past her.

You open the back door, letting Bella out. You stand there as you see JJ passed out in your backyard. "Yo, JJ, what the fuck?" you yell out too as he wakes up walking up the steps. "You got any food?" JJ asks, and you nod. "Bella, get in here!" you shout out to your dog.

As you and Bella walk into the kitchen, "Do you know who all slept here?" you ask JJ as he shakes his head. "I'm gonna go look around and see who I can find." You head into the living room to see John B with Sarah; now you roll your eyes before heading upstairs, where you see Kiara with Cleo in your guest room. Walking past the bathroom, you find Pope asleep next to your radiator. You kick him, attempting to wake him up. "Pope, wake up."

Once everyone was downstairs, you asked the almighty question, "Are we going out tonight?" A chorus of yes erupts as you nod. "I'm going to shower; someone stay and watch Bella, please," you say, noticing how all of their presence at once has excited the dog.

As you head upstairs, you hear Pope and JJ arguing, most likely over who can leave, smiling to yourself, you go in your shower. After an hour you change into a pair of jeans and a black vest top, getting ready to take Bella out for a walk. When you walk downstairs, you see JJ sitting on the couch cuddling with Bella.

"Oh hey, Jay, I didn't think you'd be the one to stay," you say to JJ, grabbing your backpack. "Why wouldn't I? Bella loves me most; I'm basically her dad," JJ says as you look at him confused. "Does that make me her mom?" You ask JJ, "Well, I'm going to take her for a walk if you want to come with?" You ask JJ to smile, grabbing Bella's leash. "Whoa, yeah, finally," you take it from him, putting it on her.

As you and JJ walk Bella, you see Pope talking to Cleo. "Hey, guys," you yell, and as you and JJ walk, Pope turns, glancing at you both, frowning. You keep walking, upset. "I wonder what that was about," you ask, walking away. "Maybe it's trouble in paradise," you continue, JJ looking a bit confused. "What do you mean?" JJ asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "You know how Cleo and Pope are dating? Maybe they are fighting," JJ smirks to himself before speaking up. "Right, Cleo and Pope."

As you both walk past the wreck, "Go see your girl," you say to JJ, hinting about him and Kiara. He stops before you walk away. "Go see Kie," you yell as you walk away.

Hours pass, and you begin getting ready to go out drinking with the pogues. You slip on a white dress with black detailing and black boots with a white purse; you do your makeup in a casual yet still elegant look. Leaving your house, you see the pogues waiting in Twinkie; as you get in, you see a spot open between Pope and JJ. Sliding in, you smile at them both before Cleo smirks at you.

"Marry me?" Cleo asks, and you smile to yourself about how Cleo thought you looked. As you get on the beach.

Walking over to the keg, you pour yourself some beer before approaching Sofia.

"Hey, Sofia, right?" You walk over smiling, "Yeah, (Y/N), right?" She asks in response, unaware she already knew who you were.

"You work at the country club that must be hard" you say as she nods "Yeah it is hard but I get all the tea so" you both share a laugh as you glance at rafe who is rapidly approaching you nudge her arm "Hey how is everything going with you two" you ask sincerely "what do you mean" sofia asks "aren't you and rafe together" you ask confused about it when she shakes her head "I know what people may think but rafe likes someone else" you nod your head as she walks away as rafe arrives "Hey doll, you look nice" you smile at rafe thanking him

After an hour of flirting with rafe, pope and jj approach as they seem tense you wave rafe off walking off with them.

The next morning, as you let Bella out, you hear arguing coming from the front yard. Bringing Bella in, you walk out to see JJ, Pope, and Rafe arguing.

"HEY, IDIOTS, WHAT THE FUCK?" you yell as they all look at you in your pyjamas, which was a pair of shorts and a vest. JJ staring at you as if you could solve all the world's problems without breaking a sweat, Pope looking at you like you were an angel and Rafe seemingly whispering about a wedding when you notice all three are holding different bouquets of flowers.

Jj was holding a handful of wildflowers he seemingly picked himself while Pope was holding a mix of daisies and tulips. Rafe was holding two dozen red roses. You invite the three in, sitting them down. "Bella, be a good girl and sit," you say to Bella, who instinctively ran to JJ before grabbing a vase and putting the flowers in there.

After putting the flowers away, you sit down.

"What the hell was that?" you ask as all three go shy. "Quit looking around like idiots. Okay, JJ, what about Kiara?" you say, frustrated. "What about her?" he responds, "She's your girlfriend," you say, growing angry as JJ speaks up. "Me and Kie aren't dating; she was giving me advice on how to ask you out," he says as Pope speaks up. "That's the same with me and cleo" Rafe smirks before speaking up.

"I never deceived you," you say right before speaking. "I thought you were dating Sofia." Rafe sighs before shaking his head. "Rafe, I don't know if you've changed from your frat boy ways because I know frat boys like to bully girls like me who are bigger," you say angrily as Rafe gets on his knees begging you to believe he means it.

"Whoa, okay, so wait, you all want to date me?" You ask as the three boys nod, "What to do?" you ask yourself when JJ speaks up, "I wouldn't mind sharing." Pope then speaks, "I agree with him." You all look at Rafe, who sighs begrudgingly before nodding, "Me too," he adds on as you smile, feeling arms wrap around you and seeing Rafe hugging your waist and feeling both JJ and Pope kissing your forehead.

"Wait, I'm all of your girlfriends," you ask to make sure.

"Yes," the three boys say in unison as you text the group chat with Sarah, Cleo, and Kiara, telling them about this crazy situation.

[nemesyaaa]

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

warnings : slight smut so minors DNI.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ hi pope ! “ you smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“they’re missing something.”

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

“are you flirting with me?”

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

“ you don’t know me. "

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

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

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

“what flavors of ice cream do you want?”

“i want your favorite.”

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

“it’s on the house.”

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

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

" how ?"

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

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

“ i don't want to lie to him. “

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

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

“ you're the only pretty thing here. “

and that was how you started dating pope heyward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“don’t call me that.”

“isn’t that what you are?”

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

“i want to stay here forever.”

" where ? "

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

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

“i want you. and you want me too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ no, you're not. “

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ boys can't play and win. “

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

his hands grabbed your thighs while you slipped harder.

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

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

" what are you doing ? "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ oh shut up, pope heyward. “

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" you don't understand anything, right ? "

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

" you're not bored ? "

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

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

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

" deal ? "

" deal. "

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

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

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

he turned to Pope, ignoring your bullshit words.

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

" JJ. "

"What? I was just asking!”

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

[irritablebowels]

[stargirlbabies]

Scottish!reader who moved to the outerbanks.

Scottish reader who says complete bullshit to the pogues to fuck with them;

"Wait so you're saying a haggis is a animal that you have to kill to honour some dead king" jj asks shocked

"Yes jj" you saying pretending to cry.

The pogues rarely understand what the reader is trying to say

"Oi sarah you alright you've been dead crabbit lately and Yer lookin' a bit peely wally"

And they all just look at her like what did she just say.

Reader who can barley handle the heat.

"Jesus fuck it's hot" she says

"It's a normal temperature" kiara says looking at reader who then speaks

"Mind am Scottish we get two days of summer and that's it" reader responds.

Reader who shows the pogues still game and two doors down.

"Do you know james mcavoy" john b asks following the reader "naw" the reader responds "what about david tennant" the reader shakes her head "lewis capaldi" the reader rolls her eyes.

Reader who feels quite home sick constantly so cleo decides to learn how make Scottish food such as tablet and mince and tatties for the reader.

Reader who saves up to go home for a bit and the pogues randomly decided to add a bit onto the money so she can go longer.

Pogues who learn about her culture to make her feel more at home and reader who learns more about American culture for them

*this is based on me lol as I'm scottish*

[nemesyaaa]

(SOME) POPE HEYWARD X READER DYNAMIC MOODBOARDS :

1. sweet!pogue!pope x troublemaker!kook!reader

2. drug!dealer!pope x babygirl!reader

3. divinity!pope x whimsigoth!witch!reader

4. momma's boy!pope x maneater!reader

5. spiderman!pope x loser!reader

6. dad!pope x mom!reader (with two childrens)

7. surfer!lover boy!pope x swimmer!aromantic!reader

8. leader!gang!pope x motherfucker!y2k-coded!reader

9. introverted!kook!pope x friendly!pogue!reader

10. gangsta!rap!pope x baddie!reader

tbh if i was good at writing, i will write all dynamics. but i'm a loser 😭😭😭 so if someone want some of my dynamic pope x readers, and write about it, can i be tagged ?? bc i really want to read this 😭😭😭 especially the sweet!pogue!pope x troublemaker!kook!reader and drug!dealer!pope x babygirl!reader (i'm sucker for good boys turning into evil trope in the same way i love big energy gf x soft energy bf)

[stargirlbabies]

Plus size!reader who constantly hooks up with people, and they nag her not to tell because they don't want to be known as a chubby chaser.

 

She slowly begins hating the way she looks, covering up more, wearing baggy goodies and sweatpants.

 

Jj, Rafe, and Pope all notice that she has begun covering up more.

 

One day, Rafe walks towards Reader and the Pogues. "I mean no harm," he says with raised arms. "I just wanted to check if you were okay, Reader." 

 

Plus size!The reader looks up, confused, hoping that he hasn't noticed this. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" she responded before Rafe speaks up again.

"You've been covering up all summer. It's so hot; why?" 

 

She looks down. "You noticed that too," Pope and JJ say in sync. "Crap," Reader says.

The three men look at each other before they all urge her to follow them.

 

Reader follows until they arrive at Tannyhill.

 

"What the hell are we doing here?" Plus size! reader says 

 

The boys smirk, "We want to prove to you that you are perfect," Pope says.

 

"And how are you going to do that?" the reader says. 

 

"C'mon, take your top off," JJ says. 

 

Reader looks down, taking her top off, revealing her stomach with stretch marks covering herself instinctively.

The three men stare in awe of her before asking her to remove her sweatpants; she complies, showing her thick thighs with cellulite. 

Reader sits there insecure when the three men stare at her.

Rafe instantly kisses her neck while grabbing at her 38GG cup tit while Pope kisses the other side of her neck, playing with her other tit.

Jj smirks before pulling down her panties and beginning to eat her out.

 

Jj ate her pussy like it was his last meal, sucking at her clit while the other kept playing with her tits.

 

"GOD DONT STOP!" the reader shouts as she scratches at JJ's back before squirting over JJ.

 

"You believe us now?" Rafe asks as the reader nods, falling back onto the bed, smiling to herself.

"Now you're going to stop covering up," JJ asks. 

"Yes," said the reader, exhausted from the pleasure.

 

This is what I view plus reader as looking like