#animatedled

[goblin-jr]

And then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.

Pairing: JJ x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Synopsis: the pogues spend a day on the boat, when the kooks drop by in an unexpected visit

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A/N: This series takes place before season 1!, Rafe is a year older and Sarah and John B are not together (yet)

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The sun hung lazily in the sky, its light spilling through the half-open windows of the Chateau. A familiar hum of conversation and laughter filled the room—nothing urgent, just the easy chatter of friends who had been through it all together. The Pogues were scattered about, each doing their own thing, but as usual, everything seemed to orbit around JJ’s chaotic energy. He was perched on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, cracking jokes with Pope, while Kie sprawled across the floor, flicking through an old magazine she’d probably never seen before.

Y/N sat in the armchair by the window, tucked away in the corner of the room, her knees drawn up to her chest. The sunlight slanted across her face, but it didn’t quite warm her. She let the conversation wash over her, her attention flickering between the others, but never quite landing. 

Her fingers drummed lightly against the armrest, a subtle rhythm to match the hum of the house. She’d always felt a little like this—tuned in but separate. A quiet force, content to observe, to hold the space between the noise. She loved them all in ways that went beyond words, but today, there was something off-kilter, something unsaid that sat heavily on her chest. Maybe it was the way JJ kept glancing at Kie—something different in his eyes when he looked at her. 

Kie had only been with the group for a few months, but it already felt like she’d always been here. There was a lightness about her, an ease in the way she moved through the world, something Y/N had always admired. But right now, as Kie laughed with Pope—her voice loud and carefree—Y/N couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she didn’t fit as neatly into the circle anymore. 

JJ’s laugh rang out, deep and full of life, and for a moment, Y/N forgot herself. She smiled, letting the sound sink in. It was that laugh—wild and free—that had been the soundtrack to her childhood. But then Kie said something, teasing him about the way he worked on the boat. Y/N could see the way JJ’s face softened, the way his eyes lingered on Kie a little longer than necessary. He didn’t have to say anything; she could feel it in the air, that subtle shift. 

“JJ, you gonna fix that boat or just stare at Kie all day?” Pope teased, grinning as he shot a glance toward the two of them. 

JJ shot back a playful middle finger, but his smile was softer now, gentler in a way Y/N wasn’t used to seeing. 

It’s nothing, Y/N told herself, staring out at the water, trying to chase the gnawing ache away. They’re just friends. Just like you. But she couldn’t escape the tightness in her throat. 

“Y/N, you coming with us to the boat?” JJ’s voice cut through the space, warm and casual. 

She turned, forcing a smile as their eyes met. There it was again—the same easy grin he always gave her. She should have been used to it by now, but today, it felt like a door she couldn’t quite open. 

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute,” she said, the words slipping out before she could think. She wanted to stay here, in the quiet, where she could nurse the ache that wasn’t quite a wound but felt like one all the same. But it wasn’t fair to stay away. Not with everything they’d been through. 

JJ paused for a second, studying her. His brow furrowed just a little, like he noticed something wasn’t right, but then he shrugged it off and stood. “Alright. See you out there.” 

As he turned to walk toward the door, Y/N’s gaze lingered on him—on the way his shoulders shifted under his old T-shirt, the way his hair fell messily over his forehead. He looked like a kid, like the JJ she’d always known. Except he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at Kie again, talking animatedly, the space between them comfortable and familiar. It was an ease that made Y/N feel like she was standing just outside of it, watching them from a distance. 

What’s wrong with me?

Y/N let her gaze drop, blinking rapidly as her chest tightened. She knew it wasn’t fair. She couldn’t expect JJ to feel the same way, not when Kie was right there, effortlessly slipping into their world. 

She reached for her water bottle, her hands suddenly unsteady. Maybe it would be easier to just ignore it all. Pretend like nothing had changed. But it was hard to ignore the way JJ’s gaze lingered on Kie, and how it felt like Y/N was the one left in the background, hoping to be noticed, hoping to be more than just a friend. 

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The boat drifted lazily along the water, the sun casting golden streaks across the horizon. The Pogues were all there—comfortable, at ease, as they always were when they had the ocean to themselves. JJ steered the boat with one hand, the other resting lazily on the edge, while Pope and Kie argued over something trivial in the back. Kie’s laugh rang out, carefree, as Pope pretended to be offended.

Y/N sat at the bow, her legs dangling over the side, watching the water ripple beneath them. The peacefulness of the moment made it easy to forget the tension she’d been carrying lately, but every time she glanced at JJ, her heart would tighten. He looked so at ease—so himself—but she couldn’t help but feel like there was a wall between them, even if he didn’t notice it.

“Should we head to the cove?” John B’s voice broke through her thoughts, his eyes scanning the horizon. He stood at the back, hands on the wheel as he looked between Kie and Pope. 

Kie gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Definitely! I need a swim after all this boat gossip.”

“You’re always gossiping,” Pope teased, shaking his head, but his smile betrayed him.

Y/N smiled softly at the way they bantered. The Pogues were good at making everything feel normal, even when it was anything but. 

Then, just as they were beginning to shift course, a loud roar of an engine cut through the peace of the afternoon. Y/N squinted against the sun, eyes narrowing as a sleek red boat appeared on the horizon, blaring music that made her ears ring even from this far off.

“Of course,” JJ muttered under his breath, his tone already dripping with annoyance.

John B glanced over, brow furrowed. “Kooks.”

Y/N tensed. She recognized that boat instantly—too many of them, too familiar. Rafe was at the helm, leaning back with that smug expression he always wore, flanked by some of the other Kooks she had hoped to avoid today.

Kie laughed, a look of disgust on her face. “Maybe they’re here to join the party.”

The Kooks steered their boat closer, stopping right next to the little pogue dinghy, the music thumping louder now. A few of the guys waved at them, too many of them for Y/N to even count, and there was Rafe, standing at the front, arms folded, his eyes scanning the group. He briefly caught Kie’s eye before his gaze moved to JJ. 

Y/N felt the air shift. The familiar tension between the Kooks and Pogues was back in full force. 

“You guys really cruising around out here, huh?” Rafe called out, his voice loud enough to make Y/N flinch. There was a mocking edge to his tone, as if he’d intentionally come just to throw his presence in their faces.

“Is that what you call it?” JJ shot back, his voice flat, but his body rigid. “Can’t say we’re impressed.”

John B exchanged a glance with JJ, clearly not thrilled by the Kooks’ appearance. Pope crossed his arms and shook his head, clearly irritated but trying to keep cool.

“Maybe you guys just need a little fun,” one of the Kooks from the back shouted. He was a lanky guy with messy blonde hair, grinning like an idiot as he leaned over the edge of the boat. “Lighten up, Pogues. You all look like you could use a drink.”

Y/N could feel the frustration building in her chest, but it wasn’t the Kooks themselves that pissed her off. It was the way they acted—like they were above everyone, as if the water was theirs to pollute and ruin.

Before anyone could say anything else, the guy grabbed a couple of beer cans and tossed them toward their boat, the cans hitting the water with a sharp plunk. JJ’s eyes flashed with anger. 

“Are you kidding me?” he shouted, standing up from the wheel. “Pick that up!”

The Kook laughed. “What’s the matter, you don’t like a little fun?” He tossed another can, but this time it hit a bit too close to Y/N. 

Y/N barely had time to react before someone from the Kook boat reached over between the gap and shoved her—hard.

She stumbled backward, trying to catch herself, but her foot caught on the edge of the boat, sending her crashing into the side with a sickening thud. The wind rushed from her lungs, and for a moment, the world blurred around her.

“Y/N!” JJ’s voice cut through the daze, and she blinked rapidly, trying to push the pain out of her head. She could feel the rough edge of the boat against her back, but JJ was there, pulling her upright, his hands steady but shaking.

“You okay?” JJ’s voice was full of concern, his eyes scanning her face as if trying to assess the damage. 

“I’m fine,” Y/N managed to say, her head still spinning, though the world was beginning to come into focus. “Just a little banged up.”

But JJ wasn’t listening to her. He was already glaring at the Kooks, his jaw tight with anger. 

“You don’t touch her,” he growled, stalking toward the Kook who’d shoved her.

“Whoa, calm down, man,” the Kook said, laughing like this was all a joke. But the humor in his eyes was gone, replaced with nervousness. 

Rafe stepped forward, putting a hand on the Kook’s shoulder to steady him. There was something about Rafe’s demeanor that made Y/N pause. His usual cocky arrogance was replaced by a momentary flicker of something—regret? Maybe guilt? But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual indifference.

“Enough,” Rafe said, his voice calm but commanding. “We’re not here to fight. Just... let it go, alright?”

JJ was still seething, but he backed off, eyes never leaving the Kooks as they started their engine and revved it up. The boat began to pull away, leaving the Pogues in their wake, the sound of the engine roaring into the distance. 

John B looked at JJ and Y/N with a raised brow. “Everything okay?”

Y/N nodded, pushing herself up slowly. “I’m good. Just a little shaken up.”

Pope gave her a worried look but said nothing. Kie, on the other hand, was already clapping her hands together, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, that was fun.”

But it wasn’t fun. None of it had been. Y/N’s head throbbed, the spot where she’d hit the boat feeling like it might bruise. More than the pain, though, it was the feeling of being caught between worlds—the world of the Pogues she belonged to, and the world of the Kooks she could never be part of. The sting of it settled deep in her chest, just like the Kooks' laughter had.

As the boat drifted, the light-hearted banter of the group didn’t quite reach her. She just sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the horizon, feeling the space between herself and everyone else grow wider.

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By the time the Pogues returned to the Chateau, the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky streaked with fiery oranges and purples. The boat was parked, and the group had made their way up the hill toward the house, their laughter and chatter from earlier fading into the quiet of the evening.

The stress from the altercation still hung heavy in the air, but for now, they were back in their element. The familiar smell of wood smoke filled the air as John B and JJ started gathering firewood for a campfire. Kie, Pope, and Y/N sat on the porch, watching the boys work as the last light of day slowly gave way to the cool night air.

“Man, I can’t believe those Kooks,” Pope muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Always gotta start something.”

Kie sighed, clearly trying to push past the tension. “At least it didn’t escalate any further. We should just let it go.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N said softly, her voice quieter than usual. She had been a little off since the Kook run-in, her thoughts still a tangled mess. “They’re not just gonna let it go. They never do.”

John B overheard as he carried a pile of firewood over to the fire pit. He shot her a look of understanding. “Yeah, but we don’t have to give them what they want. That’s the trick.”

“You’re right,” Kie agreed, pulling her legs up onto the chair as she hugged her knees. “We don’t have to let them get under our skin.”

Y/N wasn’t sure she agreed. Something in her felt off, unsettled. After everything, the Kooks had left with their laughter and their mockery, and yet the real sting came later, when they were back home, surrounded by the familiar comforts of the Chateau.

A few moments later, the crackling of firewood and the sound of shifting rocks interrupted her thoughts. The fire was going strong now, the orange glow casting long shadows across the group. The Pogues settled in around the campfire, with Kie and JJ sitting together on one side, Pope and John B across from them. Y/N sat on the edge, close enough to feel part of the group but far enough to replay the events of the afternoon in her head.

Y/N wasn’t sure how it had happened, how she’d ended up slipping and hitting her head during the scuffle. One minute she’d been trying to get away from a Kook who’d pushed her too hard, the next, she’d found herself on the deck, the world spinning. Her head throbbed, and her vision blurred before she managed to sit up again, the edge of the boat’s railing digging into her back.

“Y/N!” JJ had shouted, his voice laced with panic as he rushed to her side, his expression clouded with worry. “Hey, are you alright? Shit, you okay?”

She’d tried to wave it off, but the dizziness only made it worse. “I’m fine, JJ,” she had muttered, though she wasn’t sure if she was convincing anyone, herself included.

JJ hadn’t let up. His hand had been on her shoulder, steady and warm, and when he’d helped her to her feet, he hadn’t let go until he was sure she was steady.

“I’ve got you,” he had said, his voice softer than usual, the concern in his eyes unmistakable. “Let me help.”

At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it—JJ had always been the one to jump into action when someone needed it, whether it was Pope with his academic struggles or John B with his reckless plans. But now, as she sat by the fire, her head resting against the back of the chair and the warmth of the flames flickering in front of her, she realized just how much that moment had meant.

JJ was still in the thick of it, bantering with Kie, his usual grin in place. But every now and then, his gaze flickered over to Y/N, like he couldn’t help but make sure she was okay.

Kie’s voice cut through the air, teasing JJ about something ridiculous, and JJ was laughing so hard, his shoulders shaking. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sound—JJ’s laughter was always contagious, no matter what. But as she watched him, something stirred inside her. There was a reason she had fallen for him, a reason she had always been drawn to him. And it wasn’t just because he was funny or fearless or even loyal—it was moments like this.

The way he’d stayed by her side on the boat, his face scrunched in worry when she had hit her head. The way his eyes had softened, and the way he had cared for her without question, without hesitation. It was something she had never really been able to put into words, but now, sitting there, she could see it. JJ wasn’t just a guy who took risks or made jokes—he was a guy who cared. Deeply.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a weight shift beside her. JJ had sat down next to her, his leg brushing hers in that easy, comfortable way they’d always had.

“You good?” he asked, his voice low but steady, eyes searching hers for any sign that she was still hurting.

Y/N nodded, the lingering headache still present but manageable. “Yeah. It’s just a bump. I’m fine.”

JJ’s hand hovered near her shoulder for a moment, like he wanted to reach out but was unsure. Then, without saying anything more, he simply leaned back and kicked his feet up onto the firepit edge.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said, his voice softer now, as if he meant it. “Would’ve lost my mind if something happened to you.”

Y/N swallowed, her heart giving an unexpected jolt at his words. She knew he didn’t mean it in the way she wished, but it still made something inside her ache.

"Thanks," she whispered, her voice barely above the crackling of the flames.

A beat passed. Kie and the others were talking about something else now, their attention shifting away from the two of them. It was just JJ and Y/N for a moment, and that’s when she allowed herself to feel it—the pull toward him that had been there for years.

She wasn’t sure when it had happened. The moment she realized she was in love with him wasn’t something that could be pinpointed—it was like watching a sunset, slow and inevitable, until one day it just was.

JJ caught her gaze again, and this time, she didn’t look away. His grin was still there, but it was softer now, like he could read something in her eyes, something unspoken.

“You’re not like the others, Y/N,” he said, voice teasing but warm. “Always gotta keep an eye on you, make sure you’re okay.”

Y/N laughed, a bit of tension easing from her shoulders. “I’m used to you watching out for me,” she teased, nudging his shoulder lightly. “Someone’s gotta.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling a little wider. “Guess that’s my job, huh?”

It was in these moments, these small gestures, where the depth of their friendship was made clear. The way he was always there, always protective, even when he didn’t need to be. And yet, there was always a distance, a barrier Y/N could never cross.

Kie’s laughter cut through the quiet between them, and JJ’s gaze shifted over to her. The same softness was there when he looked at her, and Y/N couldn’t help the quiet pang that lodged in her chest.

“You okay?” JJ’s voice pulled her back to the present, and she smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, just... tired,” she replied, her voice steady now, though her emotions were far from it.

“Alright, well, if you need anything, you know where I am,” he said, giving her a wink. “I’ll make sure you don’t pass out on me again.”

Y/N smiled, watching him go back to the group. But as she sat there, her hand resting over her chest, she realized that JJ had been there for her in a way no one else had. And even though the ache in her heart was still there, she knew one thing for sure: she would always be there for him, no matter what.

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next up - rafe apologizing (but trust hes super nonchalant fr)

[dragonmasterhiccup]

(poor hiccup doesn't know what's about to happen to him 💀🤣)

Freya could hear the slight...hesitation in his voice as he gave his response. It made her curious as to what was really on his mind - he did say that's not entirely what he meant after all. Not wanting to push for answers, mostly because she was trying to recover from her embarrassment, she merely nodded in agreement, fidgeting with her hands.

She really needed to learn how to keep her emotions in check, that's for sure.Hiccup's words stunned her for a moment, blinking in slight surprise at the rather bold statement. She did not want to appear even more flustered, though, having enough of that for one day. So, lifting her chin, she lightly poked at his chest, scooting herself back in the process, "Well, too bad. You can't stare at my eyes forever."

Shaking her head, Freya continued to wave her hands while she spoke: "I-I'm still happy, but we can't just...put this to the side now, Hiccup! I mean, this is your dad, here! Y'know, the Chief?" She sighed once she stopped pacing, looking at the ground in worry - all until he placed his hands on her arms.

...

Zap.

She slowly lifted her gaze, allowing it to rest on him as he consoled her, although it nearly went completely in one ear and out of the other, almost not paying attention. Despite how..delicate it was, the touch sent an immense surge of the weird, fluttery, feeling as though it were a strong wind passing by her - ruffling her from the inside. Slightly in a daze, she weakly nodded, mumbling out her response: "Yeah...yeah, okay.." Once he removed his gentle hold, the fluttering didn't stop.. and neither did the small entrancement.

Freya hadn't realized it, but her back was straightened up more, and her eyes were just as wide as his. Blinking away her shock, she couldn't push away the sudden longing for..that to happen again, but she sure could ignore it - try to, at least.

Fiddling some more with her hair, a frown formed on her lips as she muttered: "Yeah...will he see how 'wrong he is' if I'm over there not knowing how to say something..?" Faintly snorting, she finished in a sarcastic manner, "I just hope it won't be as bad as you, though." She glanced up at the trees that surrounded them, hearing a few birds chirping in the midst of the covering of the branches and leaves. Once Hiccup mentioned the possibility of Gobber coming, she immediately looked at him once more with a confounded expression.

"You're kidding me...Gobber might be coming too?" Freya, despite the nerves that tried to remain, lightly chuckled at the thought of having him over as well. "If he's there, we'll never hear the end of it from him.." She figured he would support the 'relationship', but he also would probably make it a point to tease them in some way.

Keeping her gaze settled on Hiccup, she took in his words. 'How..we make it out to be..' Striving to enlighten the mood, she dimly smiled, tapping her leg, "It shouldn't be too hard, then.."

Suppressing another chuckle, Freya watched him deftly mount Toothless, folding her arms with an amused tilt of her head. "There's those unintentional puns of yours again." She thought it over, concluding that she had the time available to join him. Whistling for Blaze, who nudged the tree branch into some bushes for the next opportunity when they might come over there, she beckoned him forward, "I got some time to spare, so why not?"

Nimbly mounting Blaze, she mischievously grinned, "Let's hope Gobber won't be upset. Who knows how that'll end for you." Tapping Blaze on his neck, he flew up, gliding all the way to their destination.

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As soon as they landed, she quickly heard her little sister's voice, endlessly talking Gobber's ears off with...whatever she was rambling about. Briefly rolling her eyes, she rubbed Blaze's head, quietly telling him to stay out of the forge before she strode inside of it herself, crossing her arms at the sight of the younger girl talking animatedly. "Care to tell me why you're here?" Freya said, slowly tapping her arm as Ayla turned around with a newfound grumpy expression.

"Yeah! You guys totally left me behind! I thought you'd be here but nooo! You guys ran off somewhere, probably smooching and all that, while I was trying to--" Her words were, thankfully, cut short as her older sister hastily grabbed a piece of nearby parchment paper, holding it up in front of her.

"Wanna draw your future saddle?"

Ayla immediately perked up, a beaming smile on her features, "Oh, yeah, sure!" She wasted no time in grabbing the paper from her hands, happily skipping towards the same table where they had sketched out her helmet. "C'mon, come see what you think of this, Fey!" Her grin didn't waver, even at Freya's small annoyed groan, knowing that she was already embarrassed.

Reluctantly agreeing, Freya stood by her side and watched her try to draw what she visualized in her head, having to wait to give any form of help to Hiccup and Gobber while she did so.

What if I could, though? He thought to himself. Because he honestly felt like he could, and never grow tired of looking at her, or looking into her eyes.

They stared at each other, wide-eyed for a few moments, and Hiccup felt it again, that feeling... He couldn't stop it, even if he tried.

She looked a little stunned...he knew he did, too.

Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to fight the urge to get closer to her, to put his arms around her---

No, he couldn't. So instead, he started pacing, hoping it would subside.

Shaking his head, he said to her, "No, I don't think anyone could be as bad as me at that. Even if that did happen, they'd probably just...chalk it up to young love, or something..."

Love?

Now on Toothless, he smiled widely at her. "Unintentional? That, Freya, was entirely intentional!"

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Toothless stayed outside with Blaze, while Hiccup rushed inside, putting his leather apron on and gathering some of his tools.

As soon as Gobber was able to get away from Ayla, he said, "Ah! There ya are. I thought you wouldn't show today!"

"Sorry, Gobber. I uh, I helped with a training session this morning."

Gobber waved a hand casually. "Eh, it's alright. I know ya always get yer work done. There's some swords and axes that need sharpenin, why don't ya get started with that?"

Hiccup nodded, getting straight to work.

There were only four or five, so it shouldn't take too long.

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As he sharpened the third sword, his mind wandered, back to what happened earlier.

The kiss on his cheek.

The jolt of lightning he felt.

Freya's eyes.

Sneaking a glimpse at her across the forge, a grin pulled at the corner of his mouth.

Our relationship may be fake, he thought, but I know what I feel for her is real...

Unfortunately, he did one of the worst things he could do while working in the forge, a mistake he only made once before.

He wasn't watching what he was doing.

Missing the sharpening stone, his hands slipped, and the sword flipped, slicing into his hand.

"Agh!"

Dropping the sword, it clattered to the ground, and he inhaled sharply through his teeth and let out a hiss, his features scrunched up as pain radiated through his palm.

Holding the wrist of his injured hand, he closed his eyes, trying to take a deep breath, and opened them back up to see that it was bleeding.

It wasn't the worst injury he'd ever had, but it sure hurt.

He just hoped it wasn't so deep that it would need to be sewn up...

[keykeep]

Kinktober Day 20- The Professor- Neville Longbottom

Authors note: sorry for missing two days personal issues will release all thirty one as I work through them.

Warnings: blow job/hand job,fingering, sex.

You woke in the morning, feeling frisky because the pregnancy hormones were driving you crazy. Laying next to you was your husband and the solution to your problem. Neville wasn't awake yet snoring softly, his hair a mess and his mouth open wide, he would probably be embarassed of his sleeping state but he was perfect because he was yours.

You ran your hand over his legs as you watched him stir a little in his sleep at the touch. You repeating the movement inching further and further towards his morning wood. He started hardening more with your slight touch. As you wrapped your hand around his cock. Sliding your body down his until your mouth is over his morning wood. You look up Neville as you lick from the base up to the tip, gently repeating your movements before wrapping your lips around him.

as your lips wrap around his head. You look up again to see if he was waking up yet, while you swirl your tongue around and flick it against his head.

You slip your mouth further down his shaft as his eyes flutter open. "Morning" you say as he moans at the feeling of you massaging his balls, rolling them in your hands. You suck harder as he pushes his hips towards you.

Your tongue slid up and down his shaft as you used your hands wrapped around him following your tongue strokes with your hand strokes. You took him deeper loving the way that he felt in your mouth. One hand cupping his balls and the other the base of his shaft. "Fuck" he choked out gripping your hair tightly.

Your mouth bobbed back and forth your lips sliding up and down his cock. As his hips thrust forward again as he tries to increase how deep you can take him. You felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat as you looked up at Neville, your eyes watering.

You released him from your mouth with a satisfying pop, your tongue licked his pulsating vein of the underside of his cock. Your lips wrap around him again working him in and out of your mouth.

His hips shift helplessly as he pants gripping your hair in his hand thrusting into your mouth. As you swallow and gag around the head of his cock. He curses as he shoots a stream of cum pooling on your tongue and streaming down your throat. You try to swallow it all although his massive loud proves too much as it runs down your chin. After some more satisfying sucks from you, you pull his limp cock from your lips wiping your mouth with your hand.

"Morning Professor", You laughed, your words jolting his memories "Fuck,I'm going to be late" he announced running to the shower. He quickly showered and shaved, you took this opportunity to stare at yourself in the mirror. “Glowing,my ass” you mumble turning to the side to get a view of your growing bump.

The truth was Neville loved the look of you, of course the growing breasts were two MASSIVE pluses. But he loved the thought of his seed inside you growing his offspring. It turned him on and your trimesters were filled with lots of appreciation sex. Neville kissed your neck, “you’re beautiful my wife” he said staring at your reflection. As you waddled past him to have your own shower.

You entered your bedroom to dress and saw him dressed sharply for his teaching role. “Have a good day gorgeous” he said giving you a peck on the lips before running out the door.

You sighed as you pulled out your white scrubs, you were working as a matron in the hospital wing at Hogwarts while Madam Pomfrey recovered from her hip surgery.

You loved the kids at school and loved to visit your husband throughout the day and night. Your day was filled with tending to deadly wounds, wiping tears from crying first years. Scolding the older kids who knew better than to challenge the Whomping Willow.By lunchtime you were starving and still incredibly horny as you tended to the wounded out on the Quidditch pitch you saw your husband animatedly teaching his third years. His passion was really doing things to you.

Fed up, you entered the Herbology greenhouse, where you spotted your husband fertilising his pot plants. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your lips to his neck. “I missed you” you mumbled into his collar. He turned around and gave you a kiss.”yeah, what did you miss about me?” He said smirking.

“I miss your cock, I’m so needy for you” you whined as Neville’s face darkened with a blush. “Well, we can’t have that can we?” He smirked nibbling on your lip. He sat you down running his big strong hands over your uniform. “Did I ever tell you how much I love this outfit” you shook your head in response as Neville waved his wand making your clothes fly around the room. You were naked in front of him opening your legs to give him a view of your wet cunt.

So, he slowly began rubbing you, at first around the lips of your vagina tracing the folds of your slit, up and down he circled it slowly before slipping a finger inside you, he rubbed faster watching the way your tits juggled or the movement of your bump as you breathed. And the moaning coming from your lips as you rocked against his fingers. Your words became faster, louder, less coherent as your orgasm built. As you shuddered vigorously around his hand.

As he pulled away you noticed his cock erect at the scenes in front of him. “I really need you inside me” Neville looked stunned at this “still not satisfied” you shook your head as you unbuckled his pants releasing his thick cock.

He bent you down over his desk as you felt the tip of his penis against your entrance. He slowly pushed his cock before he moved slowly in and out using your wetness to glide him easily.

He pushed deeper than paused and withdrew before sliding back in slipping in deeper each time. You thrust against him meeting together with force and causing moans and grunts when you finally connected. His speed increases and you yelp as the impact gets harder.

With each thrust you seem to bury yourself into the desk, your body crashes like a wave as an orgasm rushes around you. His chaotic thrusts pushes him over the edge with his pushing ending with warm cum shooting against you before collapsing against you panting.

As you have strength to lift your body apart and get dressed. Neville kisses you “satisfied?” he asked, “satisfied” you agree.

[dizbunny]

Hopefully tommrow

Who broke it? Starting my ocs

Coming soon hopefully today

[animalinvestigator]

In the amount of time ive spent walkingaround imagining videos in my head to various characters i oculd have animatedl ike many of those videos. its ok though . They’re just for me

[persephone-is-here-omg]

Muñeca.

Paring: Bucky Barnes/Hispanic!Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Reader being a HUGE flirt, spanish, talk about books and music in spanish, fingering, sofa sex, Bucky using some words in spanish. Alcohol.

Word Count: 1881.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

Apparently some people in this fandom (read White People) have a problem with authors writing for readers of color, since I am a real Bitch and I’m fresh out of fucks I decided I was gonna write not one, but two POC Reader inserts, this is one of them. The next one is gonna be Black!Reader and Bucky. This is dedicated to that anon @papi-chulo-bucky got last week who was crying about Haunting Me being a POC reader insert and, of course, to all the other bitches who want to complain about POC!Reader inserts being discriminatory towards White People.

Yes, I’m The Queen of Salt.

Tagging; @sexylibrarian1 @thecrownedrose @erisjade @bladebarnes @ryverpenrad @acunningstargazer @palaiasaurus64 @marveldcmistress @supernatural-girl97 @sebstanchrisevanchickforever19

I mention my dad’s favorite book “Love in the Time of Cholera” by Gabriel García Márquez, you should check his books out.

Also, mentioned in the fic this argentinian group (hey! @connieisland) called Soda Stereo here are two songs one and two

And the lyrics are from this song by a Venezuelan rapper called Reis Belico.

Wow. This was long. By the way, Muñeca means doll.

You were sitting on one of the sofas of the common area, feet propped on the coffee table, which made you feel thankful for Tony not being around, a book in your hand. The knock on the wall startles you a little and you look up to find Bucky standing at the doorway, looking at you with the beginnings of a smile on his lips.

“Hey, doll” He walks into the room and you follow him with your eyes “What’re you doin’?” “Just reading” You show him your book and he extends his hand to grab it, looking at you questioningly “Go ahead” He takes the book from your hands and reads the title, then looks at you “Do you always read your books in spanish?” “No… Just the ones that were written in it” You smirk. “El amor en los tiempos del Cólera” he reads the tittle of the book and then looks at you “What is it about?” “About love? And about how no matter how much you love someone sometimes things don’t work out how you want them, I guess” “Doesn’t sound like you have it very clear” He chuckles and you giggle. “I guess not. This is the kind of book you have to read to understand” You laugh again “So there’s this couple and they fall in love via letters, right? Then when her father finds out, he sends her away. Have in count they were literal children, and when she comes back, like a year or so later she decides she doesn’t want to marry him anymore. She marries someone else, and he goes around life trying to bury that obsessive love by being with other women. Then some 50 something years go by and her husband dies and they find each other again and so and so” You shrug. “It looks old” He says in a thoughtful kinda way. “Is older than me” You giggle when he looks at you surprised “Is one of my dad’s favorite books, this is his old copy. I stole it from him” He watches as you close the book and grab your phone, connecting it to the surround sound system and putting on some music.

“You want something to drink?” Bucky asks making it’s way to minifridge. “Yeah” You look at him over your shoulder and smile “A coca is good” “A what?” The confusion is clear on Bucky’s face and voice. “A Coca-Cola? A Coke, Sargento. A Coke” You laugh at his confusion. “Right… Sometimes you call things by their hispanic name” He flops on the couch beside you and you put your feet in his lap, grabbing the Coke from his hands. “Does it bother you or something?” You ask cautiously. “Of course not, doll” He puts his hand on your shin and squeezes “I’m just not used to it. I think is cute” You giggle and look at him through your eyelashes. Then one of your parents favorite songs starts playing and you start singing along animatedly, using your Coke bottle as a microphone. “What’s this?” Bucky smiles at you, amused at your antics. “This is an Argentinian band called Soda Stereo, my parents loved them. They met at one of their concerts, this song was all the rage back then. Another thing in this room that’s older than me” “Doll… There are a lot of things around here that are a lot older than you” The small smirk tugging at his lips makes the heat rush to your face. “Old things don’t bother me, Sargento” You wink at him “A mi me gustan las cosas viejas” (I like old things). “Doll” It sounds like a warning, but you shrug it off. “James” You say back, a playful smile on your lips.

A silence falls between the two you and is filled by the music, you move your feet at the sound of it. Glancing at Bucky you find him already staring at you and you wink at him and throw him the most flirty smile you can muster. “C'mon, Doll… Stop doin’ that” Bucky says, looking at you. “¿Qué cosa?” (What?) You play innocent and keep smiling at him. “Stop flirting with me” His hand landing on your shin and his thumb drawing circles on the exposed skin of your leg. You giggle and look at him through your lashes “I’m not flirting. At least not full on” You shrug your shoulders and bite your lip. “Doll” You love that tone of his voice, between scolding and amused. “Does it bother you?” Managing to sound nonchalant while a small pang of sadness slithers through your chest at the thought of Bucky not wanting you to flirt with him. “No. It should, but it doesn’t” His eyes connect with yours and you see the gears in head turning “You can have anyone you want and you’re here… Flirting with me” “Why wouldn’t I? You’re interesting” His thumb on your shin has stopped a while ago and neither of you is paying much attention to the music anymore. “You mean fucked up” He adds, self deprecating and you fix him with a stare. “No… I mean interesting” You point at him with your finger “You have a pretty face too and you’re not that terrible at conversations” You smirk at the look he gives you “Do you want another beer? ’S not like you can get drunk” Bucky nods and you move off the sofa, walking to the fridge and getting two beers out.

The music changes and you start swaying your hips to the soft, sensual beat, Bucky’s eyes trained on you while you start mouthing the words in spanish while you walk towards him. “Soy ron añejo y mi nena es vino, Esto es algo complejo pero muy divino” Tilting one of the bottles towards him and pulling it back when he moves to take it. You do it again, but this time Bucky is ready and grabs your wrist pulling you towards him until you have a knee on the sofa besides his thigh. He looks up at you and tugs on your wrist until you’re straddling his lap. “You know, muñeca… You really shouldn’t bite more than you can swallow” You still have the bottles in your hands and you’re looking a him, wide eyed and breath slightly raged. He takes one of the bottles from your hand and takes a long swig, winking at you when you stare at him, you tilt your head forward and brush your lips over his, Bucky’s left hand circling your waist and pulling you closer to his body, in return you give him the chance to pull back, but he doesn’t. He kisses you back, his slightly chapped lips mold to your soft ones and you sigh when a cool drop of the condensation around your bottle falls on your thigh, giving Bucky the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss starts slow and lazy, but soon enough turns needy and desperate, your free hand clutching at his shirt and his left one tightening around your waist, grounding your hips against his own. When you part you’re panting and Bucky takes the beer bottle from your hand, adding “Tony’s gonna kill me if these spill on the sofa” He places the bottles on the coffee table, you giggle. “Didn’t he try that already?” You ask and he kisses you again, effectively shutting you up. He moves to your jaw, down your neck and sucks a mark on your skin, making you hiss and move your hips on top of him, he scrapes his teeth over your neck, chuckling at your reaction. “Do you like that?” His hands are venturing under your dress, he hesitates giving you chance to back out if you want, but you don’t stop him, so he keeps pushing his hands up until they rest at the juncture of your thighs and hips. You don’t answer and Bucky grips your hips and moves you until you’re feeling the ridge of cock against your covered pussy. You moan “C'mon muñeca… I asked you a question” “Yes, Bucky. I like it” He does it again and this time you feel his flesh fingers pulling your panties to the side and gliding over your slick lips. “I want you so bad, baby” Bucky whispers reverently against your lips and start rocking your hips on top of him, his fingers flicking your clit with every move you make, you’re biting your lip to muffle your sounds but he’s bot having any of that “C'mon baby… I wanna hear you” “I need you” You plead and your hands move under his shirt, you feel the muscles shifting with his movements and you kiss him once more, loving the growl you get in response, your hand caressing his fully grown beard. Then your hands glide down his front until you reach the waist band of his jeans and you start unbuttoning it, Bucky lifts his hips so you can push them down and free his cock.

You stare at it, licking your lips and Bucky knows what your intentions are but he tuts in your ear and makes you look back at him. “We’ll have time for that, love. Right now I really want to be inside you” His words make your stomach drop and you sink down on him, moaning his name when he is fully inside of you. Bucky’s right hand bunches the skit of your dress and lifts it, so he can see how his cock disappears inside of you. You start out slow, getting a feel of him, biting your lip and looking at Bucky whose face is scrunched in pleasured concentration, placing your hands behind his neck you start putting speed on your movements.

Bucky grabs the back of your head in his metal hand and kisses you, biting your lower lip “You’re so fucking perfect, doll” You keen at his praise, hiding your face in his neck while you keep moving your hips, with Bucky’s hands on them. When Bucky notices you’re starting to get tired he starts to help you keep the pace. “Oh!” You exclaim when Bucky flicks his metal thumb over your clit, your walls tightening around him and making him groan. “Baby… You feel so good. So wet and hot” He does it again and you cry out his name “Make wanna stay like this forever” “Jesus…” You trial off and he starts to draw circles on your clit. “’M not gonna last much, doll” He presses his thumb on your clit and you move your hips forward “Tell me you’re close” “Si! Bucky… ’M so close” He flicks your clit one more time and you come around him, crying out a string of expletives in spanish and then kissing him, while you ride your orgasm and trigger his own, his cum coating your inner walls and his hips coming up to meet yours halfway.

You pant with your head on his shoulder, while he kisses your hair. “I think we should move this to one of our rooms, muñeca” “Ajá… Cárgame” (Carry me) You add. “Ok, I’ll carry you” You giggle as he gets up and pulls out of you, tugging his pants up his legs.

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Sketch is going to be a family movie where an artists concept idea comes to life, and learns about the world, and makes new friends. The character will be modeled and rendered, rigged, and animated by a professional. Live action will be shot on a DSRL camera and color graded. Expected to be around 80 min long, and released on DVD and Bluray next year. 

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[babbleuk]

Richard Linklater's Animated/Live-Action Hybrid About the Apollo 11 Moon Landing Sounds Amazing

Apollo 10 1/2: A Space Age Adventure will touch down on Netflix sometime in the next few years. from gizmodo http://www.gizmodo.co.uk/2020/07/richard-linklaters-animatedlive-action-hybrid-about-the-apollo-11-moon-landing-sounds-amazing/

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