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Since seeing the movie I can't stop thinking about Mike x Abbys babysitter reader 🫢

oh u guys are gonna KILL ME!!!

reader has female anatomy.

you’d been abby’s go to babysitter since you moved in next door. she was very young, probably five or four. her brother had seen you painting your fence and made his way over to you to try and make small talk.

“yeah, we’ve lived here since she was born,” he explained as you stood up, leaving your brush in the paint bucket. “been lookin’ for a babysitter since i started my new job.” he shrugged. you celebrated mentally, as you’d been waiting for a job to pop up around you. this is exactly what you needed.

fast forward a good four years, you’d been spending your days at the schmidt house. your pay slowly decreased as mike continued to find it hard to pay his bills, but you didn’t mind. you had your own job that would keep you afloat with your bills, and the extra money you received from mike would cover your clothes and food.

this day wasn’t any different from the previous three weeks. laid up on the couch with your own blanket you brung from home, awaiting mike’s arrival. the tv was buzzing quietly as your eyes became droopy.

the sound of the door opening startled you, pushing yourself onto your knees to greet mike. “hey.” you said softly as he kicked his shoes off and waddled towards the small couch, jumping onto it. “hi.” he greeted, closing his eyes for a second.

“abby ate a few bites of her dinner, breakfast is in the microwave. she’s been in bed since you left and i made sure she brushed her teeth and finished her homework,” you ran down, kicking the blanket off and standing up. “i should go.” you sigh.

mike stands up quickly, grabbing your shirt. “hold on,” he grunts, standing in front of you now. “i’m sorry i haven’t been able to pay you—“ he mutters.

“mike, we have this conversation every week. it’s okay, i swear.” you laugh, moving to hold his wrist. “i know you put a lot of effort into taking care of abby.” he mutters, moving closer to you.

“yeah..” you let out a breathy sigh, hands shaking as he moves his hand from you. “you deserve.. something.” he shrugs, hands coming up to hold your hips.

you gasped at the sudden movement, moving your hands down to grasp his wrists, your eyes scan his face. “is this okay?” he asks, moving his left hand to hold your back and press you closer to him.

you nod, hands moving up his arms and holding him tightly. he tilts his head and presses a kiss to your lips, making you melt. you whimper into his mouth, causing his grip on your hips to tighten.

he moves you towards his bedroom, lips never leaving your skin as he watches out behind you to make sure you don’t bump into anything.

he slams the door shut with his foot, and it almost alarms you at the fact that he could’ve easily woken up abby. he moves his hand from your hip to lock the door, continuing to gently push you towards the bed. “how long has it been since you started babysitting abby?” he asked as his lips made contact with your neck.

“i— i don’t know.. a few years, three or four?” you choke out, moving to hold the back of his head. “been wantin’ you for so long,” he mutters, sucking a bit harder on the base of your neck. “about time i get to have you.” he sighs.

his fingers move to the band of your sweatpants, grabbing them and pulling it down feverishly. his warm hands make contact with your thighs, pulling them apart and feeling at your cunt.

“mm, you like this more than i do.” he teases, pressing a kiss to your tummy and leaning further down into you. he wraps his arms around the base of your thighs and pulls your underwear to the side, licking his lips before pulling you into his mouth.

the initial feeling of his mouth made you gasp, hand moving down to hold his hair. the grip he had on your thighs made it impossible to scoot away from his tongue as he basically made out with your pussy.

to stabilize yourself, you grabbed at the sheets of his bed as his tongue made constant contact with your clit. you winced, moving to hold your shirt up and watch him eat you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

the closer you got to your orgasm, the harsher you got on his hair. you began to push his head away, squirm your hips, and bite into your hand. and everytime, he shook your hand away, held your tighter, and flicked his tongue faster.

he had no problem finishing you up. you shook gently as your orgasm passed through you, and mike happily pressed another kiss to your swollen clit.

he reached into his back pocket and took out a $20 bill, holding it out to you. “i thought you said.. you couldn’t?” you asked, grabbing the bill gently.

“i know. had to find a way to get you on my tongue.” he smiled and pat the side of your thigh, moving your sweatpants back into place just as abby’s room door opened up.

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Day 1 - Harry Potter (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 800+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞��𝙜𝙨: swearing, dirty talk/slight degradation, fingering (MDNI 18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 2

Your back is against Harry’s chest, soaking in the warmth of the common room flames. The fireplace was emitting a soft glow, making both your cheeks dance red in the dim lighting of the fire. Cuddling in front of the fireplace so early in the morning wasn’t such a common ritual for the two of you. Truthfully, Harry had the cutest date planned where the two of you would go sit on a hill outside of Hogwarts and watch the sunrise together. It was adorable! How could you say no to the idea?

However, soon enough you would realize why that wasn’t such the best plan. After waking up extremely early in the morning, dressing yourself, and walking the long hallways of Hogwarts as quietly as possibly next to your loving boyfriend, you and Harry came to recognize that the cold morning air was far too crisp to handle. It was, after all, late September. It's just that neither of you thought that it would be freezing cold. You tried to push through like it was nothing, however you couldn’t manage more than five minutes outside. You insisted on going back in.

That’s why the fire was the immediate back up plan. To warm up after such a frigid shock was absolutely what was needed. However, there was still a noticeable chill running down your spine even after cuddling with Harry underneath a thick blanket.

You complain into the emptiness of the quiet room, “Harry, I’m still cold.”

It’s not like it was your fault you were cold. You blamed the castle to be at fault, with it’s chilling stone walls and floors. Harry’s arm around your waist tightened to give you a quick squeeze, asking you in a questionable tone, “How should I warm you up?”

“I’ll take anything.” You murmur back, not truly thinking it over.

Which is what brought you to the point; the blanket had been long discarded, all so you could hike up your skirt and reveal your dripping cunt to your boyfriend, all while still flush against his chest. It started out with a simple massage on your arms, then it was your thighs, and before you knew it, you were begging him to be inside you. “Please, Harry, I need your fingers so badly. Need you to fill me up!”

Harry wastes no time, eager to comply to his girlfriend’s sultry demands. Bringing two fingers to the folds of your cunt, he swipes them back and forth to collect enough slickness to push inside you. The feeling immediately makes you sigh in delight. Little tears had been collecting in the corners of your eyes from all the begging you had to do to get him inside you. Harry was such a tease and he loved to make you a mess.

“I love it when you’re so polite with me. Makes me just want to fuck you even harder.” Harry whispers in your ear, his other arm still wrapped around your waist to keep you in place.

Not that you would even consider leaving this spot. Your legs were spread for his fingers to touch every sensitive crevice inside you. He would curl them so gently to make you mewl in pleasure. Straining to get him deeper inside, you pull your legs closer to your chest.

“F-Fuck Harry, feel-feels so good!” You hiccup over the feeling of his digits flying in and out of your hole. You was positively soaking wet now, squelching loudly with every move.

“You’re such a dirty girl, you know that? Begging for me to make you cum right here in the middle of the common room floor. Go on, love. Cum for me.” Harry starts to piston his fingers in and out faster than before, making your body jerk and jerk from sensitivity.

You groan loudly, moaning at the sensation. He never slows as you start to gush out liquid all over his hand, confidently indicating you’d been flooded with pleasure. Your core tightens until it can no longer hold and lets go in an instant from his words. His fingers stretch out your hole and slow down as you reach your high. Harry continues to curl his fingers against your wet walls, collecting more and more slick to cover his digits.

While you try to catch your breath, legs shaking from the intense workout, Harry pulls his fingers out and brings them to your mouth. He commands you in a low voice, “Open.”

You comply immediately, allowing your boyfriend to dive his fingers into your mouth so that you can clean them off with vigor. Tasting yourself makes you hum instinctively, slightly grinning at how sweet you taste. You swish your tongue around his fingers back and forth until you feel you’ve sucked at all the juices left behind, pulling away to watch a string of spit connecting your bottom lip to his fingers break from loss of contact.

Harry wraps both arms around you again and pushes your skirt back down into it's original place. He nuzzles his chest into your back and leaves a longing kiss on the back of your head. He mutters into your ear, “Feel better now?”

You nod your head, smiling to yourself when you reply, “Much better.”

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Five in a time line where reader doesn't know him? Kind of like Klaus and what's his faces relationship???????

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Haven't written this in ages

He doesn't take it well at all

He's never loved someone the way he loves you, so when he does go into a time line where you've never even met him, he freaks out internally

Though, then he starts to think that maybe this is a good thing

He knows everything about you. Your likes, dislikes, embarrassing memories, insecurities, hobbies, etc [I think you get my point]

^ He can use this knowledge and use it to make himself seem like the perfect guy/boyfriend

While you did like him in his timeline, there were moments where he wasn't the best boyfriend, but now he has a second chance

He'll 'accidentally' run into you and see you holding a book/sketchbook/notebook/journal [Whatever your interest is] and he'll pick it up before being like "Oh, you like ____? I like it, too. I can never find anyone else who likes _____"

He knows you're shy and easily scared/introverted, so he knows this is a hit or miss, but thankfully you take it really well. You were excited someone shared the same interest as you. You start babbling about it, while asking if he wanted to get a drink or food

He's quick to take up the offer. He didn't want to waste a second with you

You do think he moves incredibly fast. You never had a guy like him show such an interest in you, so you're taken aback by his enthusiasm

He doesn't want to scare you, but he can't help himself

He does begin to scare you when you realize he knows everything about you

He doesn't tell you about his powers, until you start to avoid him in fear

You're surprised when he appears in your room, going through your drawers, before tossing you your journal/diary

"You should put a lock on that"

"How- What are you- How did you get into my room?"

He sits on your bed, ignoring you

"Hello? Five?"

He looks at you, holding one of your stuff animals in his hands. If you had known he would sneak in your room, you probably would have hidden that.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"What?"

He gets off the bed, stepping closer to you, until your back hits the wall. He throws the stuff animal over his shoulder, before making direct eye contact with you. "Why. Are. You. Avoiding. Me?"

"I-I-I ha-haven't be-been doing that- Avoiding you I mean-" You stutter over your words, causing him to deeply frown

"Don't patronize me. I'm not fucking stupid."

"I've been busy," You quickly lie, mentally applauding yourself for coming up with that so quickly

"Doing what?" Five humored you, deciding he'd try and let you defend yourself. Maybe you weren't avoiding him. Maybe he was being paranoid

"Things?"

He groans, looking away from you, annoyed. Why were you really avoiding him? He thought things were going great? But apparently he was wrong...

What he didn't realize is that he was coming on to strong

There was silence in the room and you were scared, because he still hasn't said anything and he's not looking at you

Finally, after what feels like eternity, he speaks

"Can I tell you something-Well, let me showing something."

You were a little confused, but he pulls you towards the bed and pushes you down. He takes a deep breath, before making direct eye contact with you.

"You can't freak out. Promise me?"

"It can't possibly be that bad-"

"I'm serious. Promise me"

''Fine. I promise."

You think he's over exaggerating and blowing this out of proportion, until he fucking disappears

You look around the room confused and then he suddenly appears behind you, holding a soda. It was the one you had downstairs that you had been waiting all day to drink

"How did you do that???"

"It's complicated," He tells you, rubbing the back of his neck

"That's so cool!"

You ask him to do his talent over and over. At first he was annoyed, but then he realizes that you were probably going to break up with him, but now you were more interested in him than you've ever been

You practically become obsessed with him

He doesn't mind, in fact he finds it hot. His timeline version of you was never obsessed with him. You were just a lovely couple, but this version of you was practically as bad as him and god he loves it so much

He wants to keep you forever

And he will. You're never getting away from him

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Would You? | Five Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 3.2k

✦ request — could i possibly have something with five where reader is in love with luther but luther is with sloane (can be a modern au) and five is pissed off that she still likes luther because he likes her and she gives him a chance and falls for him?

✦ warnings — angst, reader is a lonely person, reader has weak superpowers, mommy issues, Five still lives with his siblings, mentions of violence, mentions of food and beverages (alcohol included), fluff.

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You didn't hate her. You were sure it was impossible to do so. Sloane was too bright, too kind in a world that only met her with despair. She was gentle, even with you, even when you knew she could tell you were in love with Luther.

Attending their second wedding was a mistake. You should have known better. In your head, you would take it well after witnessing the first one already, but you had only fooled yourself.

You were happy for them, happy they had found love, but it had been easier to ignore the pain when the world was about to end.

Saving the world should have been worth it, but the knots in your stomach as you watched them dance said otherwise.

"I don't understand what you see in him,” Five said from beside you.

You swirled your glass, looking down at the slowly shrinking ice sphere. "He's handsome, tall, nice, easy to talk to..."

"Oh, yeah? What do you talk about?"

Your eyes traced the wooden bar, perfectly polished yet scratched from wear. "Things."

"I don't see it."

Five always went to the point, you learned as much mere days after meeting him. Twisting your body, you faced him. He looked so different now, just a couple years older than you — his eyes, much like his jawline, were still sharp, hair dark and perfectly combed.

From what you remembered and the family photos you had seen, he was the one whose appearance changed the least with age. Still boyish, yet much taller than one would have thought he would be upon meeting his thirteen-year-old body, he was unbothered by the commotions around him, by the people dancing and laughing. Like they didn’t exist, like only you and Five Hargreeves were in that room.

As unapproachable as he was to strangers, he had that effect on people. You had seen it before, many times, people’s gazes lingered and they tried to give him smiles in the streets, some even tried to make small talk to no avail.

Five lifted his eyebrows, waiting for the answer brewing in your eyes.

You admitted, "Well, he doesn't either."

"Okay," he sighed. "Let's have your pity party."

"Thank you."

Rolling his eyes, he reached over and took the bottle of whisky from behind the counter. The bartender didn’t even blink. Five refilled your glass, ignoring the water pulling at the bottom from the now tiny ice sphere.

You gulped the watered-down liquid in one go, not wanting to ruin the experience of perfectly good whisky for a petty man who looked too proud of his little joke.

Whose sense of humor was more fucked up you would never know. His from finding it amusing, yours from agreeing, perhaps none — perhaps it was the idea itself that amused you, the thought behind his actions that made you feel something other than pitiful jealousy.

The night had been long as it was and you weren’t even halfway through the celebrations. You were way past half the bottle, though.

In the middle of laughs and hushed gossip, Five and you moved to the outdoor area. Your dress would be ruined in the dirt, but so would his suit and he didn’t seem to mind.

Fairy lights hung between and around the trees. You looked up at them as Five guided you to the farthest tree from the entrance. Both of you sat against the bark, Five carried another bottle of whisky whilst you carried your shoes.

The garden looked as pretty as it had earlier, decorated with white flowers that stood out against the sheer amount of green you had only seen at a hillside when you were a child, back when people took more care of the environment.

The flower arrangements were pretty, yes, but the flowers that grew around the garden were gorgeous too.

Five’s eyes were on you. He opened his mouth to say something, but he clamped it shut and shook his head.

“What is it?” you asked.

"I've liked you for so long," he whispered. "But I'm not nice like him, am I?"

You frowned. "You're nice when you want to be. Like right now."

"'m not being nice, just too tired to fight."

You didn’t ask if he was tired of fighting with you or for you. Both would have been understandable, as shocking as the revelation of his feelings for you was.

Categorically, you weren’t each other’s type. Although his type was confusing seeing as the only partner of his you had known about was a mannequin —whom you presumed had been his only partner, to begin with— and yours often ended up being people who didn’t want you.

Heartbreak was a nagging presence in your life, at least in the romantic sense of it. Your relationships rarely lasted, and the ones that did ended so swiftly you didn’t really mourn them.

"Why did you save her?” he asked, taking you out of your thoughts, and bringing you back to the present from where you always ran away.

"What do you mean?"

"Last week. You could have let her die and comfort Luther. Maybe even seduce him."

"I considered it," you confessed, ashamed of your selfishness. "But I felt awful about it, I don't think I could live with myself if I did that."

Five hummed. "You're a better person than me."

"That's not true."

"It is,” he firmly insisted.

"Would you let your brother die just to seduce his partner?"

"It's different."

"Yeah,” you conceded. “But—”

He didn’t let you add anything else, your agreement was enough, even more so when he needed to say, “You’re also different.”

“Five...”

You were so predictable, you found. He had you all figured out, he knew how much you longed for this kind of attention.

“I mean it.”

“I believe you.” It came out as a whisper even though you didn’t intend for it to be one.

He craned his neck to the side, gazing at you with glazed eyes. “Good. I have no reason to lie and humiliate myself.”

“I wouldn’t let you humiliate yourself,” you told him, putting the bottle aside to scoot closer.

Five made a motion to reach over, then retracted his hand. “I know.”

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Your foggy window was cold to the touch and your day boring. You were half a book and four cups of tea deep into a rainout and although you had always liked the rain, you wished it would relent just long enough for you to do the groceries you had put off a couple of days ago.

And yet, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the window as heavy rain fell.

Rain reminded you of Five and his endless love for it. The pitter-patter mimicked his steps if you listened closely enough.

Closing the book, you decided to text him with the excuse of his beloved rain, jokingly asking if he had drowned in the courtyard already.

Twenty minutes and a few bantering texts later, he was knocking on your door, coffee and pastries in hand. You had never been so jealous of his powers.

He sat on the couch, neck craned towards the window while you looked for another blanket. You handed him the spare blanket, watching as he hesitated to take his eyes off the rain. It was endearing to see Five like that, like a curious child fascinated by nature.

“Do you want a mug for your coffee or…?”

“The paper cup is fine,” he assured you.

You sat next to him, with the rain behind you just outside the window. He fixed his eyes on you. “I take it your day has been boring too?”

“Exhausting. Diego wouldn’t stop complaining about the power being out.”

“Isn’t that boxing match he wanted to watch today?”

Five shrugged. “You pay more attention to the things he says than I do.”

You knew that wasn’t true. Five paid attention to everything; sometimes you thought it was a habit of his, others you assumed he did it just to have something to criticize people for. Either way, he paid attention to everything to a supernatural extent.

“I’m sure he’ll end up watching it at a bar or something.”

He huffed a laugh. “Probably a better experience than watching anything with Luther.”

“He hasn’t moved?” You had assumed he would move now that he was married.

“Nah. He likes his bedroom too much.” Five took a gulp of coffee, watching your reaction. “She doesn’t mind, though.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Sounds uncomfortable.”

“You dodged a bullet.”

“I dodged having you as a roommate,” you went along with his banter.

He rolled his eyes. “I am an amazing roommate.”

“I doubt it.”

“I’m never home!”

“Even worse.”

He shook his head, trying to hide the smile threatening to come out. But you wanted to see it, a relaxed Five was unparalleled.

“I’ve thought about moving,” he said casually. “But I like the big library and the stocked-up kitchen.”

“Like you couldn’t steal some of Reginald’s money and get a place big enough?”

“Eh.” Five shrugged, then shook his head. “It would be the same, wouldn’t it? Living off him.”

“Without all the things that bother you, but yeah.”

“Is that why you moved out of your mother’s?”

You never talked about it, and unlike him, you had never complained about living with your siblings. But your mother was an exhausting woman to live with.

“She’s re-marrying,” you opted for saying. “Only my youngest sibling will stay.”

“I didn’t know she was seeing somebody.”

“He’s in it for the money and she needs someone to drag to events.” You slid down the couch, getting more comfortable as you rested your head on the backrest. “He’s a painter. Divorced, no kids. Perfect for her.”

“Maybe he likes her.”

“Maybe. I doubt it.”

“Why?”

You pursed your lips. Five was expecting some kind of gossip, but you had none to share. “I know her well. We’re similar.”

“So he likes her.”

Shaking your head, you insisted, “Her powers make her insufferable, Five.” And you inherited them.

Luther would always tell you to lay off her, to see things from her perspective as if she hadn’t seen you as a bad omen for years. Maybe you were, that would explain the failed romances and fizzling friendships.

As though sensing you were on the verge of sinking into the sense that you would never amount to much that you undoubtedly got from your father, Five grasped your chin between his index and his thumb, gently nudging your head up. “Look at me.”

Despite yourself, you did look up at him.

“You aren’t your mother.”

“I know,” you said, doing your damnedest to keep your voice leveled. “But it’s hard to find differences sometimes.”

He nodded along and you wondered if he ever felt similar to Reginald too. “But there are,” he said. “Many.”

You stared at him, trying to find something to say, a way to change the topic. Something shined in his eyes and you could have sworn it was brighter than the sun.

He pulled you closer, fully grabbing your face in his hand. You parted your lips, eyes still on him.

Five tilted his head to the left, rolling his lips inward to then wet them with his tongue. Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue and leaned in, feeling his breath on your skin.

To your dismay, Five didn’t take the plunge. And so you closed the gap, not capable of bearing this tension any longer. Five’s lips were warm and a little chapped as he reciprocated, moving his hand to the back of your head.

His free hand reached to grasp your waist, squeezing when you reached up to grab at him too. Five dug his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back so he could deepen the kiss by pushing himself forward.

You let him, hands gripping his shoulders as he fully held you in his arms, kiss searing and heavy. Nipping at his bottom lip, you tasted a hint of chocolate from his favorite dark roast, as bold as his kiss.

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That should have been it. What wrong could a kiss or two do? None, not when Five was good at hiding things from his siblings. But it didn’t stop there, you couldn’t get him out of your head or spend much of your free time away from him.

You had never seen it before, perhaps because you didn’t try, but Five was so easy to talk to and his eyes were so pretty from up close — they looked even prettier when he told you about the books he read in his spare time, like he had known no pain or suffering. You wished that had been the case, you did, you would even if you didn’t feel new emotions blossoming because of his now constant presence at your side.

It felt like you had missed out on many things. Not only was Five funny and clever, but insightful and a good listener; he liked his coffee a particular way, but could eat almost anything you put in front of him and was willing to try different things —in any sense— at any given moment.

Soon you started cooking for two and keeping his favorite wine in the fridge just in case. You got a French press to make him coffee in the afternoon and treasured the expensive tea he brought you from one of his research travels —if you could call zapping to another country traveling—.

Whilst your mother could see glimpses of the future through vague dreams and occasional visions, you only perceived a sense of danger in your premonitions, a heightened anxiety that you waited for every time you were in Five’s presence. It never manifested, only getting your hopes up.

But a bad day was enough to ruin things and you had an awful one a particular Friday. You were tired, in a bad mood after an all-nighter, and didn’t want to be alone. You didn’t want to call anybody either, not even your favorite sister. You felt awful for having a favorite sister, and even more for wanting to run away from the city and never be found.

Who would want that?

You went home directly from work and pretended your phone didn’t exist, pretended you hadn’t randomly thought about a childhood friend you thought would be with you forever, and pretended you wouldn’t give anything to share something, anything, with somebody who would be okay with not talking about it.

Everything would be okay once you got some sleep, it had to be. If only your brain would allow it. By 2 a.m. you stood in your spotless kitchen, exhausted, hopeful that sleep would surely take you in its embrace now that your feet and arms ached.

After a quick shower, you laid on the bed and turned the TV on just to have something in the background until you fell asleep.

And your luck, your stupid cursed luck, made it so the first thing you saw on your ‘keep watching’ section was a movie you saw with Five a couple days ago. Maybe you couldn’t call, but texting wouldn’t hurt — he didn’t like talking on the phone that much either way, and that way he wouldn’t be able to tell that you had such a fucked up day you were considering visiting your father just because he had a big patio where you could pretend to be a child without a care in the world again.

You decided against it. Although he was probably awake, it was too late to text him out of nowhere.

First thing in the morning, though, after a few hours of intermittent sleep, you picked up your phone to text Five only to find he had beaten you to it.

Your heart skipped a beat upon reading he had asked if you would like to come over and help him paint his room.

There was an eerie feeling on the third floor of the Academy, only aided by the lack of lightning and squeaky floors.

You struggled to balance the food you were carrying as you knocked on Five’s door. The dark stairs had been an odyssey to get through in your half-rested state, and you probably should have bought fewer things, but you were too indecisive and a little too emotional to decide between sweet and savory.

Five pulled the door open, revealing the work —or lack thereof— he had done.

“I thought you had gotten rid of the wallpaper already.”

“I tried.”

“You just scratched it, Five!”

He took the bags from your grasp, opening them to see the contents before softly placing them on his desk. “I don’t know what else to do to take it off,” he admitted. “The fabric softener with hot water didn't work.”

“You should have gotten a bottle or two of remover.”

“I did,” he said, indignant. “It doesn’t work.”

Five sounded frustrated, much like he had the last time the world was about to end, as if that bedroom was the closest thing he had to a treasured belonging.

“Why don’t we go to a hardware store?” you suggested, “someone there has to know what to do.”

He stared at you, silent. You offered your hand, he took it. Instead of leaving the room, whether by walking or zapping, Five tugged on your hand, making you let out a squeal, and brought you into his personal space.

Your eyes found his, already on your lips. You wanted him to kiss you until you were breathless, until your bones became brittle from the force of his lips against yours.

As though he had seen it on your semblance, Five dropped your hand and held your face, palm fully on your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss. His lips were warm in contrast to yours, free hand resting at the base of your neck.

You buried your fingers in his short hair and this time you were the one who deepened the kiss. Five smiled against your mouth, trapping your bottom lip between his to then graze it with his teeth.

You let him slip his tongue into your mouth and found yourself softly moaning into his senseless kiss, unsure as to what to do with your hands other than tug at his hair and grab at his shoulder.

“It’s like you’re trying to kill me,” he breathlessly said between kisses.

“Never.”

“No?”

“No-uh.” You kissed him again, hands on his cheeks as you brought him flush to you. “You’re far too interesting to be killed,” you admitted against his now softer lips, a little surprised that he had started to take more care of his skin.

Five pressed his forehead against yours, eyes lidded closed. “If I asked…” He took a deep breath, then fully opened his eyes. “If I asked for something more than occasional kisses and shared silences,” he finally spoke his mind, “would you say yes?”

You nodded, brushing your nose against his.

“Say it,” he whispered. It sounded like a plea.

You found yourself thinking that you would give him the world if he asked. “Yes, Five,” you whispered back. “I would always say yes.”

He hummed. “Now… which hardware store should we go to?”

You laughed against his lips, prompting him to kiss you again.

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Day 4 - Neville Longbottom (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1500+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, baby/babygirl nicknames, oral (male receiving), friends with benefits (MDNI 18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 5

“I’ve never had a blowjob before.” Neville shrugged as he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

You knew the moment the words slipped from Neville’s mouth, you just had to be the one to change that for him. I mean, that’s what best friends were for, obviously.

Your jaw dropped at the shocking news. Unsure as to how this topic of conversation even began in the first place, the two of you were simply sharing stories about your different experiences with people. Intimate moments, to be more specific. Apparently Neville had very few experiences; not to say he was a complete virgin or anything. He’s been around with a couple girls, but these same girls were not ones to really go down on him in that way. He shared a quick story about both experiences just ending with something else rather than a blowjob. Which at the time he was fine with, but since then he’s just wished he’d finally meet someone who would want to give him one.

Neville had been your best friend at Hogwarts since day one. You guys were closer than ever and it was truly shocking that you hadn’t tried making a move on him before (especially since you’ve been secretly crushing on him for years). What was even more shocking is that you didn’t know this about your best friend until just before the two of you graduated. You’re just now finding out he’s never had a blowjob before? It just sounds crazy in your mind.

Which is why you can’t really help the words that fly out of your mouth next. You sit on the edge of his bed and throw out a suggestion, silently hoping for the best. You tell him, “I can give you one if you want.”

Neville immediately shot up from his position on the bed, eyes widened from shock as he stared at you. His mouth was agape, jaw practically dropped to the floor. Your heart starts to pound faster and faster, wondering if you had made the right decision for saying that.

You could practically feel the boy’s stare burning holes into your skull as he sat there motionless. Itching to break the ice, you shift awkwardly on the bed and mumble, “Um, sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Yes. Wait, no. Actually, yeah. I want it to be you.” Neville barely contains his excitement now, trying hard not to stutter over his words. He’s inching closer to you on the bed to close the gap. “Please, Y/N. I-I just..really want it.”

His pathetic begging has your cheeks blushing hard. The way he whimpers your name has you wet already. You absolutely loved seeing this side to Neville and were mentally beating yourself up for not trying to discover this at an earlier point. Before you can say anything else, Neville is standing up from the bed and pulling on your arms, encouraging you to stand as well. He mumbles quickly, “I just want to see you on your knees already, please.”

Your heart drops and you could have sworn all the air in your chest was sucked out of you the moment he said those words. As pitiful as he was acting, you couldn’t help but comply and get to your knees in front of your best friend. You smile hard at him, looking up through your thick eyelashes as you say, “Okay, Neville. But I can’t guarantee I’ll be any good.”

Of course, you knew that couldn't be further from the truth. But he would soon figure that out for himself.

There’s an obvious bulge forming in Neville’s trousers. Seeing it up close, just inches from your face, makes you subconsciously lick your bottom lip. You’d been fantasizing about this moment for what felt like a million years. Heart racing, you pull back your hair and tie it into a low bun. Neville’s hands leave his sides and pull loose strands from your face to tuck them behind your ear. You look up at him, cheeks still dusted red and lips parted as you silently take in the scene that was unfolding before you.

“Please, Y/N, I want your mouth around my cock already.” He murmurs, fingers tracing your jawline. Your stomach twists and turns at his words. You could have sworn you felt high just sitting there on your knees in front of Neville. How the hell did he have this kind of power over you?

Nodding your head, you gleefully chime, “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

Neville groans at the nickname and bites his bottom lip. His hands travel to the top of your head to hold onto your hair while your own make their way up his big thighs. The moment your fingertips have touched his zipper, your heart skips a beat at the feeling of his hardened girth poking underneath the fabric.

You practically need to take in a deep breath as you unzip the clothing, pulling down his trousers and underwear all at once. His length escapes the confines of his pants and immediately shoots out in front of your face. The angry tip of his cock nearly smacks your cheek and you gasp, gawking at the size. He was…massive, to say the least. You watch it twitch in anticipation against his hard abdomen, yearning to be touched.

“W-Wow, Neville…fuck, you’re huge.” You mumble, reaching up to hold onto his length.

He hisses at the contact, his fingers slowly tangling themselves into your locks. You bat your eyes slowly and look up at him with sultry eyes, making him nearly combust on the spot. He whines, “Please, please, please-”

You don’t want to tease him for too long. This was his first blowjob, after all. He needed stability through this whole experience and you were going to be there to give it to him. You place your tongue against his tip and swipe it back and forth for a moment before opening your mouth wide enough to fit him. As you bring the head of his length to your lips, it brushes across your lower lip before being drawn into your mouth almost instantly. It seemed as though you couldn’t control your excitement. The knot in your stomach tightens as you take in more and more of the boy’s massive girth.

Slowly engulfing his length, you listen to the way Neville lets out a moan at the sensation of your spit, tongue, and lips gripping his cock. You bob your head back and forth at a slow pace to take in the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. You hum at the experience, listening to Neville whine as you push even further down his member. He lets out a loud whine, telling you in an exasperated tone, "Merlin's beard, Y/N, you're fucking amazing. Suck my cock, babygirl, keep going."

Your throat tightens at the sensation of him being so deep within your mouth, and you expand your jaw as much as you can to force yourself down even deeper onto him. Given the enormous girth that was steadily working its way down your throat, you were unable to muster the willpower to respond to any of his statements. You can't help but relish the moment, despite the searing feeling that itched your throat as his tip touched it.

His groans, the taste of his member, and the simultaneous unraveling feeling of your own body all came together to make you feel like you were in heaven on earth. As time passed, the familiar knot in your gut became larger and larger. You groan into his girth, causing Neville's body to tense up even more from the pure pleasure of having you suck him off. He immediately thrusts into your mouth with succession of hearing you moan again, spitting out multiple swear words in the process. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Y/N, use that tongue, babygirl. Keep going, I’m so close!”

You bob your head faster and faster, feeling the head of his cock nearly bruise the back of your throat. Gurgled noises escape your mouth with every thrust and tears build up around both your eyes. You look up at Neville through your wet eyelashes, and the moment you both make eye contact, it’s enough to make the boy lose his mind.

“G-Gonna, fuck, gonna cum- AH! Fuck, holy shit…” Neville yells out as his seed sprays the back of your throat. You can feel the veins running up and down his length pump out more and more liquid into your mouth, smiling at the feeling of how great it made you feel. Your throat violently throbs as he slowly pulls himself out of your wet cavern, smirking at the way you looked so fucked out just from the large size of his member.

“Did I do a great job?” You ask Neville, licking your lips as you watch him tuck his member back into his pants.

Neville has to sit on the bed, clearly out of breath from the whole experience. He pulls some hair out of his face and smiles broadly. Looking down at his best friend on the floor, he nods his head, “Of course you did. Fuck, why haven’t I asked you to give me a blowjob before?”

You shrug your shoulders, telling him in a sassy tone, “Well now you know where to get one.”

He can’t help but laugh at the (very true) statement. You join in and giggle, ignoring the fact that this possibly breached every rule about being best friends with a boy.

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¡😵‍💫❤😭! SO CUTE-aaah!

★; flowers.

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Neville Longbottom x GN Reader.

dating headcanons!

tags : fluffy fluff fluff, shy neville :33, no tw, literally just pure fluff and wholesome-ness.

he's the type to be scared that you'll find him boring or pathetic or a loser and leave him

so he tries his best to get into your interests

you like baking? cool, he's gifting you some cookies he attempted to make which are definitely not half burnt... (it's the thought that counts..)

you like sports? well he's not good with sports but he's definitely willing to try out a round with you!

you like music? what are your favorite artists? he'll listen to every single song by them and then talk to you about them!

one time some Slytherin boys were picking on him and you literally stormed over and yelled at each one of them till they apologized and promised not to pick on him again (may or may not have threatened them...)

and he was just like :0

like he felt butterflies in his stomach and everything, definitely thought of you as someone who was determined and brave (even if you're not he'll assure you you're definitely braver than him)

literally the one thing going through his head was "oh damn that was hot"

seeing you getting riled up because someone was picking on him

wanted to show his gratitude so afterwards he brought you a bouquet of his favorite flowers (that may or may not bite) and when you take them he gives you a lil fun fact and gives you a cute little handmade list on how to keep one alive

I just feel like he'd be the type to be nervous with PDA but would absolutely love it when you hold his hand, and DEFINITELY loves hugs, not just simple hugs, give this man the biggest bear hug you can give and he'll be all smiley and happy the whole day

when sitting on the hogwarts express he always leaves a seat for you and just lean his head against your shoulder and hold your hand while you both look out the window (my heart is melting)

LATE NIGHT CUDDLE SESSIONS

sneaking into his dorm at night to surprise him and he's literally about to go to sleep like he's in bed and everything and then he just hears the door open ominously and he's horrified until he sees your mischievous grin as you're putting a finger up to your lips to tell him to quiet down as you close the door behind you

HE'D LITERALLY HOLD THE BLANKET OPEN AND PAT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BED FOR YOU LIKE HFJGHJWIDL

and then y'all just cuddle the whole night and almost sleep through the alarm because for one Neville is literally huddled up against you so you can't move or get out of the bed otherwise your heart would break so you just turn off the alarm and wait for him to wake up but you just end up falling back asleep

the only thing waking you up was Ron coming to check up on why Neville wasn't up yet and he walks in and just sees you too cuddling and just throws a random sock at your head and tells you to “stop snogging” 💀

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Love's Bloom

Neville Longbottom x reader

Summary: In the Hogwarts greenhouse, a heartfelt connection blossomed.

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Neville stood amidst the vibrant flora of the Hogwarts greenhouse, his hands carefully tending to a delicate Mandrake leaf. He was always at peace here, surrounded by the beauty and serenity of the magical plants he loved so dearly. But today, his heart fluttered with a different kind of magic.

As he lost himself in the rhythmic dance of leaves and petals, the soft footsteps of someone approaching caught his attention. He turned, his eyes meeting yours, and a warm smile blossomed across his face. There you were, the person who made his heart race faster than a Golden Snitch.

"Hey, Neville," you greeted him, your voice as sweet as a melody. The gentle hum of the Hogwarts castle in the background seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

"Hello," he replied, his cheeks tinted with a soft blush that matched the vibrant hues of the flowers around you. "I didn't expect to see you here today."

You stepped closer, the delicate scent of blooming petals filling the air. "I wanted to find you," you admitted, your eyes locking onto his. "There's something I've been meaning to say."

Neville's heart skipped a beat, and he gently set aside the Mandrake leaf he'd been tending to. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

Your fingers reached out, lightly brushing against his as you closed the distance between you. "Neville, you're perfect to me," you whispered, your eyes shimmering with sincerity. "Everything about you, your kindness, your strength, your passion for magical plants—it all makes you perfect in my eyes."

Neville's heart swelled with emotion, and he took your hand in his, his touch as tender as the caress of a petal. "And you," he began, his gaze unwavering, "you're the magic in my world, the melody in my heart. You're perfect to me too."

In that moment, surrounded by the enchanting beauty of the greenhouse, you and Neville shared a love that was as timeless and enduring as the most resilient of magical plants. It was a love that, much like the song of a heart, would forever echo its sweet, perfect tune.

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backseat serenade || tn

“No no, eyes on me pretty girl,”

You forced yourself to open your eyes, looking down at the man beneath you. Theodore continued to thrust up into you, his green eyes focused on your pretty facial expressions. “Look at me or i’ll stop fucking you,” He growled. His large hand found your throat, applying pressure to your airway. Theodore’s touch drove you feral, his slender fingers wrapping your throat. His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth slightly open as he fucked upwards into you.

His cock hit your g spot roughly, his shaft deep inside of you as you sat on top of him. “How does it feel? Getting fucked in the backseat of your brothers car like this? What would poor Draco think if he could see his little sister riding his friends cock?” Theodore taunted. He forced you to look at him, his thrust merciless and rough. He adored the noises you were making, moans and groans you couldn’t control. The car windows began to fog, providing the two of you some sense of privacy as you sat in the driveway of the Malfoy Manor. Your eyes began to flutter shut, and suddenly Theodore’s thrust came to a halt. You whimpered, trying to ride him as you opened your eyes. “I told you, keep looking at me or i’ll stop fucking you. Maybe your big step brother could finish you off instead,” Theodore smirked, thrusting up into you once more as you looked at him.

You felt your core bubble in desire at his words, and you hoped he hadn’t noticed how tightly you clenched around his shaft at the thought of your step brother, Draco Malfoy, fucking you.

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( DRUNK / SOBER. ) — ★ N. LONGBOTTOM

author's note ✶ based off this request — ❝ could you write a first kiss / confession scenario w neville? thank you <33 ❞ but i kinda left out the kiss part . . . whoopsie !!! also (red) dividers by @ rookthornesartistry

synopsis ₊˚ෆ drunk words r sober thoughts . . . or : you get drunk as all fuck and accidentally confess to neville. depictions of ( underage ) drinking. wc — 926

YOU DIDN'T KNOW when the gryffindor common room started spinning. maybe it was one, two, three firewhiskies in.. or four... or five... but its not important. what's important right now is getting another drink.

it feels like fire's running through your veins and you want more. you start heading towards the corner of a room, where the weasley twins had set up a cooler and had bottles upon bottles of vodka, beer, and your current favorite — firewhiskey.

right as your hand reaches towards the cooler for a lukewarm drink, a freckled hand slaps it away. you turn, almost tripping over yourself, to see ginny, standing arms crossed.

"how many have you had?" she asks, staring at you.

"not mannnyyyy," you slur, putting your arm around her shoulder. "probably maybe like two? or like five, i can't remember," you giggle.

she rolls her eyes and starts walking you towards the stairs, muttering.

"where're we going?" you ask, stumbling over your shoes as she hauls you upstairs.

"boys dorm." you turn to face her and raise your eyebrows.

"ooooooohhhhh~" you giggle, putting a hand on the wall to steady yourself before taking another step up.

"not ooh. you're staying with neville before you drink yourself silly."

you pout and nearly trip over the top stair.

"i dont wannaa," you whine, trying to go back downstairs. her grip on your arm is firm, and she shakes her head.

"oh, but you have to." as the two of you make it to the landing, she leads you to a stop a few doors down. she raps her knuckles against the door. "open up. 've got a delivery for you," she laughs, looking at you. you're looking around the hallway, wondering why you've never been up there before. the plus red carpet, the gold accents everywhere, the photos hung on the walls of gryffindors past.

neville opens the door. "oh! hi ginny. hi y/n," he says, a small smile on his face. he looks at you swiveling your head around, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. ginny rolls her eyes and nudges you.

you jump and turn to smile at neville. "heyyy nevvv," you grin. he cocks his eyebrow at ginny.

"they're drunk," she explains, jokingly glaring at you. "they had like, six firewhiskies." neville's eyebrows fly up into his hairline and you playfully smack ginny's arm.

"not siixxx. only five.. i think," you correct, swaying on your feet. ginny rolls her eyes and pushes you into the dorm room.

"don't let them do anything stupid," she tells neville before pulling the door shut and leaving you alone with neville.

the second the door shuts, you turn, run full speed and flop onto neville's bed.

"has your bed allllways been this cozy," you mumble into the comforter.

neville laughs quietly. "i guess so." he sits down next to you, on the edge of the bed, watching as you spread out like a starfish on his bed. "five firewhiskies, really?" he asks.

you roll over and giggle up at the ceiling. "yeahhhh..." you hiccup. "wanna know a secret?" you turn to him, eyes wide.

he shrugs. "sure, y/n." he thought for a second before adding, "as — as long as you won't regret it when you're sober."

you smack his leg. "i wooonn'ttttt," you slur out. "it'll be like, totally fine. i won't regret it. probably. maybe. no."

he chuckles and awkwardly moves your hand off his thigh. "what is it?"

"did you know....." you hiccup again. "i've had like... a maaajjjjoooorrrr crush on you since fourth year?" you have a wide grin on your face.

neville looks taken aback, a small blush spreading across his face. "w-what?" he asks.

"yeahhh," you giggle. "like, i looove your hair, and you're soooo nice to like, everyone!!! and you're funny, and even though people think you're kind of a loser—" you lower your voice to a giggly, drunken whisper. "—you're a reaaaallllllyyyy cute loser." you burst into giggles, kicking your feet in the air. "like, reallllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy cute."

he blinks at you. "i—wha— you— me—" he sighs and takes a deep breath, a blush on his face. "you're drunk..." he takes another deep breath and softly pats your shoulder. "you're drunk," he repeats firmly. it sounds as if he's trying to convince himself.

you shake your head, still giggling. "yeah but like... whats that thing... the thingy that people alllllllways say??" you sit up like a rocket. "drunk words are like, sober thoughts." you nod solemly at him. "yeah... yeah. yeah." you grin at him and yawn.

he stares at you, looking slightly sad but still with the blush on his face. "you should get some sleep." he gets up from the bed and goes through a door on the other side of the room. he comes back holding a small paper cup filled with water. "drink it. it'll— uh, it'll make you feel better."

you take it and try to chug it down like a shot, causing the water to spill all over your front. you frown. he chuckles softly and takes the cup from you. he goes back to the bathroom and refills it before casting a drying spell on you.

he helps you take off your shoes and carefully wraps his duvet around you. "goodnight," he whispers, dimming the lights in the dorm.

you're out like a light the second your head hits the pillow. he gently rubs your side, watching your chest rise and fall.

drunk words are sober thoughts, he reminded himself, smiling at your sleeping form. he hopes its true.

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¡¡Obsessed!! <3

More long bottom please 🙏🏽 no rush tho 💚

my kind of woman || nl

summary: neville gets creative helping you study

warnings: FLUFFY SMUT, very vanilla oral, praise

a/n: i want it recognized this shit took me forever to do because i did actual research about herbology to make this silly smut canon accurate. enjoy!

You sat in your dorm, sitting on the edge of your bed. “I’m never going to understand this,” You groaned. You flopped back on the bed dramatically, the herbology textbook falling to your side. Neville perked up from the couch, his eyes curiously looking at you over his notebook. “Something wrong?” He asked you quietly. You ran your fingers through your hair, sighing. “I’m never going to understand this stuff before our O.W.L.S, especially for herbology,” You complained. It was true, herbology was your worst subject. Neville shyly made his way over to you, sitting beside you. “I can teach you if you’d like. You seem awfully stressed,” He observed.

You nodded, sitting up. You grabbed your textbook, opening it to the marked page. You pointed to a block of text to show Neville. “See? It’s all of this right here. How am I supposed to know the difference?” You asked. Neville leaned over your shoulder, and you could smell his cologne. He smelled like pumpkin pie and butter beer, a scent that was appealing to your nostrils. “Well, i’ve always remembered the difference because devils snare becomes tighter the harder you resist it,” Neville explained, pointing to the picture. You felt yourself getting embarrassed, realizing that this was first year knowledge.

“Im never going to understand any of this, I can’t even remember first year herbology,” You complained. You felt overwhelmed, setting the book aside. “Thanks for your help, but I really don’t even think it’s worth the effort,” You muttered. You stood up from your bed, when you felt Neville grab your wrist. “W-wait,” He whispered. You thought you had misheard him, your eyebrows raised as you turned back around. His hand was soft against your wrist, but his grasp was firm. “I have an idea, about how I can help you study, as long as you’re open minded,” Neville said shyly. You raised your eyebrows, your curiosity peaked. “It’ll help you relax too, I can see how tense you are. Luna taught me how to read peoples body language,” Neville continued.

You slowly took a couple of steps back, sitting beside Neville. “For example, I can see you’re tense here,” The brunette began. He planted his hands on your shoulders, and upon him mentioning it, you immediately relaxed them. “And here,” He continued, placing his hand under your chin. You swallowed, forcing your jaw to relax. Neville hand slid down to your thigh, before pushing up your skirt. “Or here,” He whispered. You felt your breath hitch, as Neville laid you down on your bed. “Do you trust me?” He asked you. You nodded, looking down at your study partner. His eyes watched you carefully, as he slowly rubbed at your folds through your panties. “The game is simple. You answer a question right, I continue. You answer wrong, and I stop,” He told you.

You nodded, bucking your hips upwards. Neville shot you a cheeky smile. “See? You’re learning already,” He cooed. His other hand rested on your thigh, soothingly rubbing a circle on your skin with his thumb. “First question, what should you wear when dealing with mandrakes?” Neville asked. You tried to clear your mind, focusing on answering the brunettes question. “Earmuffs,” You replied. Neville’s hand came back to life, pulling your panties down to your ankles. The flimsy fabric fell to the floor, leaving your cunt exposed to him. “And why should you wear earmuffs?” Neville asked you. His eyes hungrily devoured your folds, causing you to blush nervously. “They often shriek,” You say, trying to not seem too nervous.

A groan escaped your lips when Neville opened up your folds, examining your dripping went pussy. He began drawing slow, agonizing circles around your clit. “Harry Potter used gillyweed in our fourth year to do what?” Neville asked. You tried to focus, squeezing your eyes closed as your core bubbled in desire. You laid your head back on the pillow, trying to relax. “To b-breathe underwater,” You say, struggling to remember the events from the goblet of fire tournament. Neville chuckled as he sped up the circles he drew around your clit. “See? This wasn’t so hard, was it? Next question, what kind of gloves do we need to wear when handling dangerous plants?” Neville asked. You sucked in, having not thought about the school supply list in ages. You had bought those gloves ages ago.

“I don’t know,” You admitted. A whimper escaped your lips as Neville’s thumb stopped, the slow pleasure he was providing fading away. “Think about it y/n, you can do this,” He said encouragingly. You thought about it for a moment before answering. “Dragon-hide,” You answered. Neville gave you a cheeky smile, before inserting a finger inside of your dripping cunt. You let out a gasp, feeling his slender finger curl inside of you. “Good girl, now give me one purpose of wormwood,” Neville ordered. It was exhilarating, having his finger curl inside of you, while forcing your mind to focus. You could feel your stress fading away, while your mind did flips trying to remain focused. “It c-can be used to treat skin infections?” You sputtered unsurely.

Neville smiled, plunging another finger into your cunt. You moaned loudly, his slender digits curling inside of you. He slowly pumped his fingers, enjoying the feeling of your walls squeezing him. “What is wolfsbane used for?” Neville asked. You couldn’t help but struggle to think, as his fingers continued to fuck you. “Cmon y/n, answer me and i’ll let you cum,” Neville teased. He was enjoying this more then you were, his own desire to be relieved poking through his pants. “Helps alleviate symptoms of werewolf transformation,” You managed to say. That was the last coherent thought you had, before Neville dove in between your legs. He continued to pump his fingers into you, while attaching his lips to your clit.

You tugged at his curly brown hair, your groans spilling from your lips involuntarily. His tongue flicked at your sensitive bud, as he devoured your cunt like it was the last thing he’d ever eat. Your thighs couldn’t help but squeeze his head, the cord inside of you forming quickly. You threw your head back, euphoria threatening to overtake your body. “Fuck Neville, just like that, please,” You pleaded. You tugged at his hair, bucking your hips upwards in desperation. You bit your bottom lip, the pleasure overwhelming. “Gonna c-cum,” You sputtered. You pulled at his hair as you came, his lips never leaving your clit as he finger fucked you through his orgasm. You panted as Neville smirked, emerging from your thighs. You giggled, noticing your juices staining his chin. “So is it my turn?” You teased.

You sat up, bringing your lips to his. You could taste your own juices, the taste flooding your tastebuds on your tongue. You flipped the two of you over, Neville’s back hitting the soft mattress. You grinned mischievously as you sat in between his legs, rubbing his cock through his trousers. “So tell me Neville, what are the ingredients to the emerald potion?”

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DARK SLYTHERIN HARRY X READER OR OC IDC WHEN???? WHERE HES FRIEND W DRACO TOO

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burning desire || part 2 || mr

summary: after draco fucks you in mattheo’s car, mattheo wants a turn, and he doesn’t care who sees

warnings: SMUT, dom!mattheo, sub!reader, breeding kink, cnc breeding (very brief), daddy kink, degrading and praise, orgasm denial

a/n: i can’t remember if someone commented or requested this i can’t find it lol, enjoy! <3

part one is here

smut under the cut

Mattheo slid into the back of the car with ease, smirking as he sat beside you. “Hi princess,” He greeted. Mattheo was overly confident, each time he called a girl a pet name, he always ensured to make eye contact and smirk. “First things first, we need to get you cleaned up. Spread your legs pretty girl,” Mattheo ordered. You faintly heard Draco turn the key into the ignition, the engine roaring to life. You spread your legs apart, Mattheo’s eyes devouring you hungrily. “Tsk tsk, you have Malfoys filthy cum all over your pretty cunt,” He mocked. He took two fingers, swiping the juices to show you. Your face flushed red, remembering the sinful show you had just put on for Mattheo and Theodore moments ago. Mattheo shoved his fingers inside of you, pushing Draco’s cum into your hole.

“Fuck Mattheo i’m not on the pill-” You began to protest. The brunette chuckled darkly, his smirk growing by the second. “That’s the point. I wonder whose baby you’ll have, mine or Malfoys,” He taunted. He leaned forward, hovering over you. You could still smell his cologne and cigarettes reeking off of him, invading your nostrils. “Or maybe, after i’m done with you, Nott can have a turn,” Mattheo chuckled darkly. His fingers had never left your hole, feeling your walls clench around him at the sound of his dirty words. “Bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? To have a child from one of the most famous pureblooded families in modern day history,” Mattheo continued rambling. You felt the car turn to the left, causing the back of your head to hit the car door.

“Aoi keep it steady up there, I wasn’t trying to wreck the car when you were fucking her,” Mattheo spat. You giggled, your haze of lust temporarily on hold. “It’s not my bloody fault you’re giving a damn speech. Difference was, I was actually fucking her,” Draco argued. Mattheo scoffed, curling his fingers inside of you. His digits were longer then Draco’s, causing you to gasp. “I’ll make her moans ingrained in both of your memories by the time i’m done with her,” Mattheo argued firmly. He began pumping his fingers inside of you mercilessly, causing you to moan loudly. Your hand clutched his wrist, his veins popping out as he finger fucked you. You felt your release coming quickly, your body still sensitive from Draco using your cunt moments earlier.

You could feel your orgasm coming, the moans leaving your lips unholy. Just as you were about to cum, the sensation was gone. Mattheo smirked as he took his two fingers out of you. You whined, slamming your legs shut. “Mattheo, why?” You whined. Mattheo leaned down close to your face, planting a harsh kiss to your lips. He felt magnetic, your body glued to his. “Don’t be such a greedy whore. You’ll get to cum soon,” He whispered, his lips not leaving yours. You palmed him through his trousers, causing him to groan into your mouth. You could feel Draco and Theodore’s curious eyes watching you, listening to every sound you made. Mattheo kissed down the side of your face, to your neck, before pulling down your dress.

“Don’t rip it, I still have to wear this out in public you know,” You protested. Mattheo pulled your bra down as well, your breast fully exposed. Your perky nipples rose in the cool air from the ac, Mattheo’s hot mouth quick to suck on the left one. You groaned as he sucked at your nipple, raking your small fingers through his curly brown hair. “Fuck Mattheo,” You moaned. Your core was aching, desperate for some sort of release. You whimpered as he switched breast, his teeth grazing your other nipple. You pulled at his roots, bucking your hips upwards. Mattheo’s brown eyes watched you intently, amused by all the micro expressions you made, along with the sounds he was ripping from your throat.

“Cmere princess, you wanna ride daddys cock? Huh?” Mattheo teased. You nodded eagerly, following him. He sat up in the seat, leaning his back against the leather behind him. You climbed into his lap, straddling him. You could feel his boner rub against your folds, causing you to whimper. You pressed your lips to his, hungrily devouring him as he quickly pulled out his cock. “Be a good girl for daddy and sink onto my cock,” Mattheo ordered. His hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look into his brown eyes. He thrived off of control, his deepest desire for you to do only what he said. You felt your train of thought slipping away, your body becoming addicted to the pleasure Mattheo was providing you. You slowly sank yourself down onto his cock, his length stretching out your abused hole.

“Fuck, daddy,” You moaned into his mouth, your lips becoming sore and puffy. His large hands cupped your ass, before fucking up into you. He guided you to bounce on his cock, his tip deep inside of you. “Oh my- fuck!” You moaned loudly, unable to control your noises. Mattheo grinned up at you, as you rode him shamelessly. “Aoi Nott, have a cig and a light?” Mattheo asked. Your breast bounced as he fucked up into you, his large hands gripping your ass roughly. Theodore handed him a cigarette and a lighter, which Mattheo accepted happily. “Thanks mate,” He said gratefully. His brown eyes turned to you, as he placed the cigarette to his lips. “Be a good girl and light this for me, would you?” He asked you. You bit your bottom lip as you nodded, your hand shaky as you took the lighter from him.

Mattheo placed the cigarette in between his lips, and you flicked the lighter for him. The flame caught the end of his muse, and he inhaled deeply. You nearly dropped the lighter, as both of Mattheo’s hands resumed their place on your ass. He began to fuck up into you roughly, forcing you to grip onto his suit jacket for support. You could barely hold yourself up on your knees, your legs shaking. His brown eyes looked up into you as he deeply inhaled the tobacco, blissfully letting it invade his lungs. He finally removed the cigarette from his lips, blowing the smoke to the side. “So fucking tight, such a good girl,” He praised. You couldn’t control your noises, and you were almost sure people driving on either side of the car could see Mattheo fucking you.

You felt the cord inside of you tighten again, your walls squeezing Mattheo relentlessly. “We’re almost there, if you’d like to speed it up,” Theodore called out. You gripped tightly onto his suit as you pressed your forehead against his. You were so close, your body nearly at the edge. “Cmon princess, cum for me so daddy can fill you up,” Mattheo chuckled. He was having a hard time controlling his own groans, your pussy addicting to him. You felt a wave of euphoria crash over you, as you creamed on Mattheo’s cock. The brunette mercilessly fucked you through your orgasm, causing you to cry out. “Fuck! Daddy too much!” You cried, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Mattheo brought his lips to yours, delivering a sloppy kiss. “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant, mark my words, you’re gonna have my fucking kids,” He moaned, his breath hot against your lips.

His thrust became sloppy, your thighs finally collapsing as he came inside of you. His seed was warm, flooding your cunt with his white ropes. You swallowed hard, out of breath as you leaned forward on his shoulder. “You did so good for me princess,” Mattheo whispered into your ear. He delivered a firm kiss onto your forehead, causing you to chuckle. You felt the car come to a halt, Draco having stopped the car. “Hate to be the barrier of bad news, but we’re here. I stopped a block away so you two make yourself look presentable,” Draco said. You chuckled as you climbed off of Mattheo, the brunette quick to zip up his own pants. He then helped you adjust and fix your dress, and even flattened out your hair.

As soon as Draco received a confirming nod from Mattheo that both of you were ready, he began to drive around the block. “Do I look alright?” You asked Theodore and Draco, trying to gain extra opinions. Theodore looked over his shoulder, his green eyes meeting yours. “Your neck is covered in hickies, but otherwise you look fine,” He said. You looked in the rear view mirror, realizing he was right. Draco had covered you in love bites. You could feel Mattheo’s cum dripping down your inner thigh, and your eyes widened at the bruises lining up and down your neck. “Shit! What do I say they’re from if someone ask me?” You asked panic. Theo shrugged, turning back around to face forward. “Say they’re from me, I still haven’t had my turn yet. But there’s always the drive back,”

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Draco Malfoy x reader

The Slytherin common room was dimly lit by floating green lanterns, casting an eerie glow over the black leather sofas and dark wooden tables. It was late in the evening, and most students had already retreated to their dormitories, leaving the room almost empty.

Y/N Y/L/N sat alone on one of the sofas, her legs curled up beneath her as she read through a book for an upcoming Potions exam. It had been a long day, and she longed for some warmth and companionship.

Without a sound, Draco Malfoy appeared from behind one of the high-back chairs, approaching Y/N's cozy spot. His silver blonde hair fell just above his stormy grey eyes as he studied her for a moment before speaking.

"Hey, Y/N," he said softly, making eye contact. Y/N looked up from her book and flashed Draco a gentle smile. "Mind if I join you?" he asked hesitantly.

"Of course not, Draco," Y/N replied warmly. "Have a seat."

As Draco settled down next to her on the leather sofa, their knees touched briefly, causing a small flicker of electricity between them. Y/N could feel her heart beat faster as she tried to concentrate on her book again. Noticing her struggle to find where she left off, Draco gingerly reached over to point out the correct line.

"Here you go," he whispered into her ear. Warm waves of gratitude washed over Y/N as she turned to face him.

"Thanks," she admitted softly, their faces only inches apart now. Draco's eyes seemed to be hiding an ocean of emotions, making it difficult for Y/N to look away.

Suddenly feeling bold, Draco wrapped his arm around Y/N's shoulders and gently pulled her close to him. As their bodies pressed together in a comforting embrace, it seemed as if time stood still for the pair.

Feeling completely at ease, Y/N rested her head on Draco's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Draco continued to hold her close as they began to share whispered thoughts and stories, their bond growing deeper with each quiet confession.

Caught in the intimacy of their shared moment, Y/N and Draco became unaware of the ever-advancing hours, choosing instead to stay wrapped in each other's arms in the dim light of the Slytherin common room until the first light of dawn crept through the high glass windows.

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TY SIMPKINS as DALTON LAMBERT INSIDIOUS: THE RED DOOR | 2023

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can you do a cedric diggory smut you get caught by a quidditch teammate and he leaves awkwardly apologizing while you two laugh so like from smut to fluff hopefully its not too much! ly!

what was i thinking? || cd

summary: cedric’s quidditch teammates find you and Cedric entangled in the shower

warnings: SMUT w fluff, pretty vanilla sex, some praise thrown in there

a/n: writing smut to avoid my problems? i think so, yes! & ilyt! enjoy!

Cedric Diggory was always risky. You two weren’t together by any means, but the thick sexual tension the two of you possessed was undeniable. You both had met through a mutual friend, and were unable to keep your hands off of one another since. Neither of you wanted a relationship, but the sex was too incredible to ignore. It was during a quidditch practice you noticed Cedric slip away from his team, claiming he didn’t feel well. You sat in the stands, the golden boy delivering you a wink before disappearing into the showers. You giggled, nonchalantly slipping away.

You had been in the Hufflepuff shower rooms plenty times before, Cedric always eager to fuck you in places that made you nervous. You slipped in the back door, a small door you were pretty sure only you and Cedric knew about. You heard the shower water running, your eyes curiously inspecting the locker room to make sure no one else was there. You were always nervous about getting caught, but the thrill of the idea was exhilarating. As you peaked down another set of lockers, a pair of large hands grabbed your waist. You jumped in surprise, only to hear Cedric shushing you. “Jumpy aren’t we? Relax it’s just me,” He murmured.

You rolled your eyes, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re sooo scary,” You teased. Cedric was still dry, a towel loosely hanging around his waist. You couldn’t help but temporarily admire his well built chest, his v line making your mouth water. “I have a shower running, if you’d like to join me,” He offered. You grinned, taking Cedric’s hand as he led you to the small shower. The showers lacked any curtains or protection, but were in a small secluded area of the locker room. You concluded quidditch practice shouldn’t be over for another hour, so the two of you should have time.

You stripped off your clothes, watching as Cedric hung his dry towel over a hook. He stepped under the shower head, the water dripping through his hair and onto his back. You were eager to join him, sloppily throwing your clothes aside. Cedric chuckled at you awkwardly taking off your jeans, the fabric stuck on your ankle. You nearly tripped, causing you to lean against a wall for support. “You’re so cute when you’re desperate,” Cedric chuckled. You giggled, finally naked. You tried to seductively walk over to the shower, your cheeks still a bright red from almost falling. You stepped in front of Cedric, the water hitting your exposed breast.

“You’re so beautiful, i’ll never get enough of you,” Cedric mumbled. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing your body against his. You cupped his face, as you pressed your lips against his. Your perky nipples rubbed against his chest, the mixture of hot water and cool air stimulating your sensitive buds. You couldn’t get enough of Cedric’s lips, the faint taste of mango hitting your tongue. You reached down, grabbing his hard shaft as it hit your thigh. Cedric groaned as you wrapped your hand around it, slowly pumping his cock. “You have no idea what you do to me,” Cedric admitted, before groaning. He nibbled at your bottom lip, his own hand snaking down to your aching cunt.

You whimpered as you felt him slide his hand up and down your folds, soaking in your wetness. You looked down at Cedric’s cock, pulling away from his lips. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight, causing you to lick your lips. You lowered yourself onto the tiled floor, your knees hitting the puddle of water at the bottom of the shower. The splashes of water from the shower head hit your face, as you guided Cedric’s cock into your mouth. You playfully swirled your tongue around his slit, causing him to groan. His hand fell on top of your damp hair, raking your fingers through your roots. “Fuck, just like that,” He moaned. You began to bob your head up and down, before pushing your head down further.

You felt his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. You took him out of your mouth, saliva trailing down your lips and chin. You pumped his length, causing him to smile down at you. “God, you’re so pretty when you gag on my dick,” Cedric praised. He guided you to stand up pressing your back against the cool tiles of the wall. You parted your legs, giving him easy access to your dripping cunt. He slipped two fingers up and down your folds, before shoving them inside of you. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh fuck,” You whimpered, your eyes meeting his.

Cedric curled his fingers inside of you, your walls tightening around him. He leaned forward, sucking hickies onto your neck and you threw your head back in pleasure. Cedric adored leaving hickies on you, your fellow housemates giving you odd stares, wondering who they were from. Cedric finger fucked you fast and hard, wanting to rip an orgasm out of you before he fucked you. “Such a tight cunt, you’ll take my cock well,” He mumbled against your neck. The water ran down his arm, the sound of it hitting the tiles going in one ear and out the other. His fingers felt like heaven to you, your mind completely void as the cord in your stomach tightened.

You grabbed onto his hair, tugging at his roots as you moaned in pleasure. “Fuck i’m so fucking close,” You whimpered. Cedric detached himself from your neck, his eyes looking down into yours. “Be a good girl and cum all over my fingers,” He ordered. The eye contact made your legs shake, as you released all over his fingers. The cord in you had snapped, the wave of white euphoria crashing down over you. Your moans echoed off the shower walls, the sound of running water unable to conceal your noises. Cedric smirked, pulling his fingers out of you. “You always make the prettiest faces when you cum,” He praised.

He grabbed your waist, flipping you around to face the wall. Your chest hit the cool tile, as Cedric spread your ass. He lined his tip up with your cunt, quickly shoving himself inside of you. He couldn’t wait, his sexual desires ordering him to chase his own high. You could feel his tip brush against your clit, your walls squeezing him tightly. “Oh fuck,” You moaned. Cedric’s hands squeezed your waist, slowly pulling out before ramming back into you. “Fuck Cedric,” You moaned. Your moans were like pure heroin to him, his body addicted to yours. He began to snap his hips into yours, fucking you ruthlessly.

Your moans echoed off the shower walls, the sensation of running water barely crossing your senses. “Fuck just like that,” Cedric grunted. You heard a series of gasp, causing you to turn your head. “Oh holy fuck dude, get a room!” One of the Hufflepuff quidditch players yelled. You turned around in horror, instinctively covering your chest. Cedric stood in front of you protectively, as his two best friends dramatically covered their eyes. “Alright alright, get out so she can get dressed,” Cedric chuckled. His two friends waved him off, one of them nearly walking into a locker since his hands were over his eyes.

You giggled, shutting off the shower. “Guess we were bound to get caught at some point huh?” You asked awkwardly, your cheeks a bright red. You felt incredibly embarrassed, your arms still covering your chest. Cedric handed you a clean towel, a sly smile on his face. “At least you were covered, they’re never gonna let up about how my ass looks now,” He said, rolling his eyes. You took the towel graciously, drying yourself off. You found yourself laughing, looking up at Cedric. “I think they’re gonna conclude you’re the one who gave me all those hickies all this time,” You said, giving him a small smile. Cedric rubbed the back of his neck, drying himself off.

“Ehh let em, you should’ve seen your face when you looked over your shoulder, priceless,” Cedric teased. You playfully slapped his arm, pulling on your panties. “Oh yeah? I don’t wanna hear it mister ‘oh fuck just like that’,” You playfully mocked, giggling. The two of you got dressed, continuously teasing one another about the awkward situation. As you admired Cedric’s handsome smile, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time you two got caught.

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Midnight Library - Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

pairing: draco malfoy x female reader

synopsis: your moment alone surrounded by books quickly ends when your boyfriend catches you sneaking out to the library in the middle of the night.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: curse words, smut, unprotected sex (read at your own discretion!)

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softened touch ♡ mattheo riddle

synopsis ; [name] takes a nap in the slytherin common room and mattheo keeps them company gender neutral reader, no content warnings

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naps in the slytherin common room were routine for you. having a free period in the middle of the afternoon, right after lunch? you felt like you were blessed by some kind of angel.

pansy snickers to herself as you let out a little snore, shoving astoria lightly up the stairs. “leave ‘em be,” she says, “nothing can wake [name] now.”

blaise pauses as you turn over, eyes drifting up from his book and watching until you settle again. he’d already placed your notes where they needed to be ; no longer scattered on the table and floor. you’d been pushing yourself, he frowns, studying instead of taking care of yourself.

it’s mattheo who dares to linger the longest. he waves draco and theo away, urging them to leave without him. he was going to wake you — truly, he was — but you looked so peaceful when you weren’t scowling and glaring.

a velvet, evergreen blanket is folded over your body as you twist once more. another snort leaves your lips — mattheo grins at the sound. he crouches in front of your sleeping form before he can talk himself out of it.

delicately, mattheo brushes his pointer finger just under your eye, tracing the curve of your cheeks until he ends at the corner of your lips. your fingers tighten around the blanket as you whine, stretching lightly.

the panic doesn’t catch up to him until your eyes are gazing into his own. mattheo goes to speak but is silenced by your touch. you grab his hand — the one he’d been using to trace shapes into your cheek with — and cup your cheek with his palm.

mattheo’s breath catches in his chest as you smile.

“didn’t mean to wake you,” his whisper bounces around the room. your eyes flutter closed once more before you fight to keep them open. mattheo smiles, “go back to sleep.”

you hum, turning to place a barely-there kiss to the palm of his hand. settling again, your grip on mattheo’s hand tightens. sleepy eyes open to glare his way as he tries to leave.

mattheo grins again, wider this time as he laughs a little. “okay, i won’t leave. let me get more comfortable though, hm?”

his back is leaning against the couch you rest on, your knees pressing into the top of his shoulders. his left hand is slung behind him, intertwined with your own as you snore once again. mattheo is going over his potions essay as the common room slowly bursts to life.

you’re not woken up again until dinner. no one would come near you with a riddle glaring the way he was ; daring them to try and wake you.