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im talking hiccup in race to the edge specifically bc that bitch popped off in that!!!

gotta write ab hiccup next the new movie's so good but animation hiccup will never be beaten unfortunately

[4ngelhrt]

gotta write ab hiccup next the new movie's so good but animation hiccup will never be beaten unfortunately

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also im gonna be posting a lot more than just obx here, i put multifandom in the pinned post if u didnt see it.

why do you have another blog when you can js use the other one…?

bc i wanna keep that blog just jj. that ones my first blog on here and its kinda special to me so i didn't wanna post other things there. idk its sentimental ig plus its my blog so ill do what i want ?

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why do you have another blog when you can js use the other one…?

bc i wanna keep that blog just jj. that ones my first blog on here and its kinda special to me so i didn't wanna post other things there. idk its sentimental ig plus its my blog so ill do what i want ?

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study breaks with pope . . .

cw: pope heyward x reader, smut, oral (f.rec)

you stretch in your chair with a soft little whimper, legs parting the slightest bit with that sleepy little sigh you do when you’ve been studying too long. and pope looks up from his notes like he’s been summoned.

you glance over your shoulder just in time to catch the way his pencil pauses mid-word, his eyes flicking to the space between your thighs, then immediately back to his notebook like he didn’t just look. “something wrong?” you ask, already smiling.

“n-no,” he says quickly, voice tight, face a little flushed. “just… i mean—you sounded like—like you might need a break.”

you turn fully in your chair, legs parting more, chin propped on your hand. “i could use a break,” you say softly. “think you could help me out?”

he swallows hard. “you sure? i-i don’t wanna distract you if you’re still working, i just—”

“pope,” you interrupt gently, nodding toward the floor between your legs. “c’mere.”

he’s already moving before you finish the sentence, sliding off the bed and kneeling down in front of you, hands shaky as they rest on your thighs.

“you’re always so pretty,” he mumbles under his breath, almost like he’s talking to himself. like he can’t believe you keep letting him do this. you reach down and tilt his chin up, smiling softly. “you’re so good to me, baby.”

his face goes red at that, eyes flicking up to yours like he’s embarrassed but he still leans in, nervous fingers pushing your panties aside to reveal your glistening folds to him. his eyes skim over you, darkening at how open you are for him—legs parted, panties pushed aside, breathing slow and shaky, all for him.

he trails featherlight kisses to the inside of your thigh inching up to where you need him most, only to pull back and look up at you again, silently reveling in how needy he’s already gotten you.

“pope, please...” you hum, parting your legs wider and he doesnt need to be asked twice, he latches onto you instantly. his mouth wraps around your clit, the warm muscle of his tongue flicking and and playing with it.

his fingers circle your cunt, dipping just slightly, just enough to make you clench around nothing. he moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations travelling straight from his throat to your spine.

he hooks his hand into the middle of your panties, pulling it taut around your hips, pulling you closer to him, tongue delving deeper, now making out with your pussy shamelessly. his eyes are locked on you, watching every reaction you give him, every slight shift in your expression, it’s like he’s studying you even while going down on you.

he pushes two fingers in, thick, long fingers curling deep, sliding against your walls while his mouth sucks harder, tongue flat against you. his hand splays warm on your abdomen, keeping you steady while your orgasm inches closer.

“im—gonna—” you moan louder than you mean to. your thighs tense and lock around his head as you cum, walls fluttering around his fingers, making him grin up at you with pride.

“was that good?” he asks softly, the confidence he’d just had already replaced with shyness.

“so good, baby,” you reply with a small smile, breath still shaky.

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