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Don't Stand So Close To Me

Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, One-shot

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult

This was born from a request I received for Five with a young(ish) woman that won't leave him alone. I have modified a few things, but I hope it still works! ❤️

Five sighed and rolled his eyes when he saw you coming toward him. He had been balancing a bag of dry cleaning in one hand and cup of coffee in the other and was just about to chance blinking inside his apartment instead of using the door when he heard your greeting.

“Damn it,” he muttered to himself, wishing he had just risked spilling his beverage all over his newly pressed suits by disappearing inside. Now he was stuck.

“Here, let me help!” you chirped, jogging up to him.

“No thanks, I’ve got it,” Five argued, but as he did so the bag of clothes nearly slipped from his hand.

“Got it!” you exclaimed with a smile, snatching up the bag.

Five gave a weary smile and another sigh. “Thank you.”

“No problem!”

As Five fished around in his pocket for his key, he tried not to make eye contact with you. Actually, he tried not to have anything to do with you most of the time. You just hadn’t gotten the hint.

“What are you up to tonight?” you asked, and Five could hear the twinge of hopefulness in your voice.

“Oh, you know…the same as usual. Make some dinner, watch Unsolved Mysteries, and go to bed.” He opened the door and took the dry cleaning from you. “Typical old man stuff.”

You nodded as if you knew exactly what he was talking about. You did know, in a way. You knew all about Five’s history, his powers, and his actual age. It’s hard to keep that shit private when your entire life has been broadcast across the world for everyone to witness. Unfortunately, at least from Five’s point of view, you didn’t seem to care.

You bit at your fingernail and looked down at the ground. Five wasn’t about to invite you in, so he waited for an uncomfortable few seconds before speaking up again.

“Ok, well, thanks for your help. Have a good night.”

“Oh…ok,” you said sadly. “Good night, Five.”

As Five stepped inside his apartment and flicked on the light, he draped his bag of suits over a chair, taking a sip of his coffee. He shoved a hand in his pocket and looked around his small, quiet apartment. It wasn’t much; just a shitty one-bedroom with a miniscule kitchen. But that was all he needed. That and to be left alone.

Despite trying to keep a safe distance from you, you had yet to be deterred. Five knew you liked him; it was pretty obvious. Ever since he moved into the building, you hadn’t missed an opportunity to corner him at the mailboxes, or in the hallway. Being trapped in the elevator was the most awkward, so Five tried his best to avoid those encounters by blinking around as much as possible. You always seemed to catch him, though.

It's not that Five didn’t like you. You were sweet, and cute, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered that you were so into him. The problem was that you were 21 and he was in his late sixties. Old enough to be your grandfather; at least mentally. Physically, he was in your same age range, which he assumed made things very confusing for you. While you did know all about his older consciousness, Five figured you conveniently forgot most of the time. Like when you wore those tiny little running shorts with a sports bra and decided to do some warm up stretches directly in front of his door.

Five wasn’t fully immune to your little come-ons. He still had a pulse, after all. Not to mention the hormones and libido of a much younger man. Still…even after all that he had witnessed and done throughout his life, he had managed to hold onto a couple scraps of morality. And only sleeping with women who were over the age of 30 was a personal rule of his.

He wasn’t sure why he picked that age; it was still more than half of his. But he figured most people’s brains had fully matured by then and it made him feel like less of a sexual deviant. He hadn’t had a date or any hook ups in a while, though. Most nights he just came back to his place and did exactly what he told you he did. Old man stuff.

As he stood there, contemplating all of this, there was a knock at his door. Five rolled his eyes yet again and set his coffee down. When he opened the door, there you were, as he suspected. You looked up at him with nervous eyes that couldn’t quite hold his own while holding two large containers of food and a bottle of red wine.

“Hi, again. What can I do for you?”

“Hi, Five. So, it turns out I made too much food for dinner, so I wondered if you wanted some?” You held out the containers to him. “It’s spaghetti and a salad, and I had this bottle of wine that I thought would go well with it. It’s nothing fancy, but I know you’re alone, so you probably don’t have anyone to cook for you…” Your voice trailed off and you looked away.

Five ran a hand down the back of his neck and looked down the hallway. No one else was around and he was hungry. He reached out to take the food, but left you holding the wine.

“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.”

Your eyes lit up at his compliment and you smiled. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. I cook all the time, so anytime you want me to make you something, just let me know. I’m pretty good at it.”

Five chuckled. “I have no doubt that you are. It looks great.” He was about to go back into his apartment, when he looked back at your disappointed face. Shit. If he didn’t invite this girl in, he was going to look like a real asshole. He was definitely going to regret this, though. “Would you like to come in and join me for dinner? Looks like you made plenty for both of us.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Five smiled gently and shook his head. “No, you’re not. Come on in.”

After you stepped in, and Five busied himself making plates of food for the two of you, you set the wine on the kitchen table and looked around his place.

“Wow, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.”

Five looked up while he opened the wine. “Isn’t it just the same as your place?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it is. Which is why I’m surprised. I thought yours would be a little…”

“Old man-ish?” Five grinned as he handed you the glass of Pinot Noir.

“…sexier,” you answered with a sly grin, taking the glass from him.

Five’s eyebrows raised. “Sexier?”

You shrugged and took a sip. “I don’t know. I expected more black and leather. Like a real bachelor pad, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s not really me,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “I’m not exactly a swinging bachelor these days.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Oh, no? How come?”

Five saw he had backed himself into a corner and he didn’t really want to get into his love life with you, so he cleared his throat and gestured to the table. “Food’s ready.”

As you sat across from one another at Five’s small dining table, the initial awkwardness began to wear off as the wine started taking effect. You became a little bolder in your flirting, and Five was finding he didn’t mind as much as he usually did. By the time dinner was finished, and another bottle of red was opened, you had moved to the living room to continue your conversation. Five sat down on the couch as you plopped in the armchair across from him, tucking your leg up under you, making your shorts slide up your bare thigh. Five couldn’t help but notice, and you caught him in the act.

As you continued your small talk, Five watched as you fidgeted in your chair. Every adjustment of your body seemed to be just for him, and he found his mouth pooling with saliva that he tried very hard to subtly swallow back down. It was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. The smooth, bare skin of your legs, the curves of your breasts, the way your lips looked so damn delicious as you talked. He was in trouble.

“So,” he said, his voice cracking. “It’s getting late.”

You nodded with an upturn of your mouth before standing up and crossing to Five. As you loomed over him, he looked up, his gaze traveling the full length of your body. The wine was giving you more confidence that you normally would have. He looked so damn good, sitting there with his hair a little disheveled from running his hand through it all night, and you weren’t quite ready for the evening to end yet. You reached down, taking his wine glass to set it on the table with your own. When you climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and draping your arms over his shoulders, he was shocked into silence.

Your warm groin settled over his lap with your tits pressed against his chest. Breathing harder, his hands automatically came to rest on your hips as he looked up at you. You smiled, your hair framing your face as you leaned in to kiss him.

Five closed his eyes, his grip on you tightening for a second as he kissed you in return. You moaned softly into his mouth, pressing yourself down when you felt him start to harden beneath you. That’s when he woke from his trance and pulled his head back.

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Look…I like you, but we can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, there’s a lot of reasons, but namely I’m way too old for you. And you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

Five rolled his eyes. “Ok, well, I am. And that doesn’t change the fact that I’m about three times older than you.”

“I don’t care.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but this needs to stop before it goes any further.”

“You’re sure that’s what you want?” you asked, tilting your head to the side and giving just a little push into his crotch.

He shook his head slowly, exhaling a long breath. “No, but it’s what needs to happen. Understand?”

After you reluctantly left, Five cleaned up the kitchen, jerked off in the shower, and went to bed trying very hard not to think of you anymore. Over the next two weeks, he did everything he could think of not to run into you in the building again. He was afraid that not only would it be awkward, but that he would start feeling things he shouldn’t.

The truth was, you had gotten to him. Despite his best efforts, that little stunt you pulled by climbing into his lap had worked. Fuck, had it worked. Not a day went by when he wasn’t imagining what would have happened had he not cut it short. Those firm tits pressed against him and your soft lips against his…shit, he was going insane. He had to keep to his rule, though. You were just too young.

But you did not give up easily. You knew what you wanted and you were determined to make him see you as the adult you really were.

“Five!” you called with a little wave, as you caught him trying to enter his apartment one evening.

When Five saw you, he cursed under his breath. He really did not have the energy to deal with you. He had just gotten back from a job and he was not in the mood for your little antics.

“You can’t keep coming over here like this, I’ve told you that,” Five explained, turning his focus back to the key in the door.

“I just wanted to say hi,” you said with an innocence that he wasn’t buying.

“Yeah, I know what you’re doing,” he grumbled.

You paused. “I’m sorry about what happened before, Five. I understand why you might be hesitant, but you know…”

“What do I know?”

“I am an adult, like I said. You don’t have to keep treating me like I’m a kid.”

“You are a kid,” Five shot back.

You looked up at him with a tiny smirk. “From what I remember, it didn’t feel like you thought I was a kid the other night.”

Five’s jaw set, his teeth grinding together. He wasn’t going to stand there and get made fun of by some girl that was determined to get in his pants, even if he did have the beginnings of a boner when she sat on his lap.

“Just stay away from me, ok?” he snarled. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh, please, Five…I think I can handle—”

Five turned abruptly, his face hard with dark brows pulled together. As he leaned in, his jaw set and body tense, you flinched, but did not break your eye contact.

“You think you can handle me, sweetheart? You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he hissed in your face.

Swallowing, but holding your ground, you nodded. “I can handle you, Five. I’m not scared of you. And if you’d just let me get to know you a little more –"

His laugh was laced with menace as he took another step toward you. You were left staring at one another, neither of you backing down. He was close enough that you could hear his harsh breathing through his nose and smell the faint traces of after-shave. His eyes searched over your face before turning back to his door.

“Get the fuck away from me. Please,” he said quietly.

“I know what I’m doing, I’m not sure why you think I’m so innocent.”

Five looked down and sighed. He was tired of constantly trying to maintain his morality. He was an old man in a young man’s body and he was so damn sick of taking the higher road. Most people thought he was an asshole, and they weren’t wrong. He had a high success rate of keeping the people he wanted out of his life out, and barely tolerating the ones he let in. He was a killer. A trauma-filled nightmare wrapped up in a pretty package. He was not normal, and it was time you knew that.

“Fuck it,” he said out loud to no one in particular. As his eyes locked on yours again, his normally emerald-colored ones became dark.

He continued to take another step toward you, and then another, until you were backed against the opposite wall of the quiet hallway. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hummed as a single fly battled for its life inside one of the fixtures.

“Alright…I will confess, I have been thinking a lot about you lately.”

“You have?”

Five nodded, closing in on you until he was inches from your body; close enough that you could see the faint line of stubble on his chin and hear his deep breathing.

“Specifically…what you would be willing to do for me.”

As his gaze traveled over your body, taking in the tight tank top and miniscule shorts you were wearing, you could almost feel the energy pulsing out of him in waves. It was terrifying and intoxicating, and it had you rooted to the spot.

“What do you want me to do for you?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly.

“Strip.”

You had been trying to keep up with him. Trying to beat him at his own game. But you sucked in a quiet, yet audible, gasp of air.

“What?”

“I want you naked for me. Now.”

He was still so close to you, his mouth mere inches away from yours, and yet he made no further movement to do anything else. He was trapping you there; playing with his prey for fun. And you weren’t sure if he was going to eat you or let you escape.

“Here?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. “That’s right, sweetheart. You think you know me? You think you want me? Then, prove it.”

“What if someone walks by?”

Five shrugged with a grin. He took a step back, allowing you enough room to leave, should you so choose. Again, he made no move to grab you, or touch you in any way. He shook his head, eyeing you pitifully.

“Don’t play games you can’t win. It won’t end well for you.”

When you had nothing to say to that, his demeanor changed again. Back to his normal, tired expression, his eyes and mouth drooped. He said nothing more, but just turned back toward his apartment, and opened the door. After he took a step inside, he heard you clear your throat. Turning around, he was faced with an unexpected sight.

With each slow, deliberate step you took in his direction, you started to strip your clothes away. First your top, lowering the straps over your shoulders and drawing it up over your head. Then your shorts, unbuttoning them before sliding them down your thighs and kicking them to the side. Five seemed frozen to the spot, unable to move and unable to speak. But his eyes followed you with an unmistakable hunger.

As you closed in on him, you were left in your bra and panties. With a small smirk, you reached behind you and undid the clasp of your bra. Slowly peeling it away from your body, you watched as Five’s gaze dropped to your breasts.

“Like I said…I’m not afraid of you,” you said, as you confidently jutted your chin out, along with your chest.

Five’s face flickered with shock, followed by what you could only imagine was lust, before it turned to anger. He grabbed your upper arm, squeezing it hard, before shaking you.

His teeth gritted and bared, he snarled in your face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You did your best to pretend you were in full control of the situation. “What you told me to do.”

Five’s eyes roamed over your body for a split second, before they were back on your face. He was angrier than you had ever seen him before. And yet, you had a feeling the anger was just masking something else. Something he didn’t want you to see.

At that moment, the loud ding of the elevator doors rang out, signaling that you would soon not be alone. He looked down the hallway and then back at you. When you didn’t make a move, his jaw tensed even more. Stalking past you to snatch your clothes off the floor, he grabbed your arm again.

“God damn it, get inside,” he demanded, yanking you forcefully through the doorway of his apartment.

As you stumbled your way inside, he continued to grasp your upper arm. He slammed the door behind you and got in your face again.

“Are you stupid?” he growled.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Well, stop fucking acting like it. Jesus!” He let go of your arm, leaving you standing there in just your underwear, while he ran a hand through his hair. “You can’t just go around stripping naked in public places just because someone tells you to. What the fuck?”

You smiled and took a step toward him. “What’s the matter Five? Losing at your own game?”

Five’s breath had become louder and harsher. You could practically see the wheels turning inside his head. He wanted you; you were sure of it. The juxtaposition of desire and restraint was evident in every twitch of coiled muscle and nervous hover of his eyes on your breasts. He had been trying to scare you; make you flee in terror at his aggressive advances. But joke was on him, because you fucking loved it.

Another look of anger swept over his face as he laughed darkly. “Shit. You really do not know what you are getting yourself into here.”

You swallowed nervously. “I don’t care.”

“Well, you should. And you should leave.”

Five continued to bore into you with his intense stare. His dark eyes indicated menace, but his stiff body language gave off something else. Fear. But Five Hargreeves does not give into fear easily. When he feels it creeping in, he turns it into something else. Something mean and ruthless.

When you didn’t make a move to leave, he took a step forward. A half-smirk formed on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side.

“Alright then…you’ve been warned,” he said pleasantly, right before his voice turned ice cold. “Now lose those fucking panties before I rip them off myself.”

Slowly, and without breaking eye contact, you hooked your thumbs into the elastic waist of your lace panties and pulled them down over your hips, letting them drop to the floor at your feet. You stood perfectly still, allowing him to take you all in while your chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.

You thought you had him this time. How was he going to resist a fully nude woman right in front of his face? But instead of giving in, like you knew he wanted, he gave a small shake of his head. Still holding the clothes you had discarded in the hallway, he stepped forward until he was directly in front of you, smiling derisively. His face was so close to your bare skin, you could feel the warmth of his exhale along your leg as he bent to pick up the pair of underwear. When he walked casually past you in the direction of the living room, your jaw dropped as he opened the sliding glass doors that led to a small balcony, and hurled your clothes outside. You watched in disbelief as they floated briefly on the light breeze before disappearing out of sight; fluttering to the ground, six floors below.

He closed the doors, turning back to you with a satisfied, yet stony expression. He pointed at the door to the hall.

“Get out.”

You paused, your eyes nervously darting toward the door. “What?”

He flicked a piece of hair out of his eyes in indifference. “You said you didn’t care if anyone saw you. So, leave.”

When you continued to stand there, wide-eyed and confused, he snorted and shook his head. “That’s what I thought. I’m not the nice guy you think I am. And I’m certainly not one of your little fucking boyfriends you can manipulate to get your way.” His voice softened somewhat. “I can give you something to wear to go home in, but don’t ever come back here again. This is over, understand?”

After a few seconds of silence, you nodded your head slowly. “I understand.” With a sly smile, you turned, heading for the door, letting Five get a nice long look at your ass in the process. As you reached for the doorknob, you glanced over your shoulder, relishing in his bewilderment as you walked right out the door without a stitch of clothing on.

Out in the hallway, you tried not to panic. You hadn’t really thought out what was going to happen once you had committed to your little act of rebellion. Your apartment was on the other side of the floor, and you had to pass by many nosy neighbors’ places plus the elevators to get there. As you considered your options, your back was suddenly slammed into the wall, Five’s hands gripping your arms again after he appeared in a flash of blue.

“God damn it,” he seethed in your face.

Without another word, you were being ripped through one of his portals, reappearing inside his apartment again. You let out a small cry of surprise as you were flattened against the door, Five’s body pressed against yours.

He surveyed your face one more time, his eyebrows drawn together in torment. “Fuck, why did you do this to me?”

The next few minutes were a blur as Five released everything that he had been holding back in one ferocious attack. His mouth sucking and biting at your lips, his hands fisted tightly in your hair, and his hips jerking into you. Something feral and instinctual was propelling him, and you let him unleash all of it onto you.

With another tight hold on your wrist, you were dragged away from the door and whipped through a second portal, this time landing on his bed with a hard bounce. While you scrambled to sit up, Five had stripped off his shirt and was already unbuckling his belt, the clink of the metal drawing your attention to his hands as they unzipped his fly. Breathing hard through his nose, he looked at you, running a hand through his hair while pushing it off of his forehead.

With his cool green eyes locked on yours, he crooked a finger at you, beckoning you over. You worked your way off the bed, hesitating for just a moment, before closing the few feet so that you were standing directly in front of him.

He leaned down, a hand gently cradling the back of your neck, as he kissed you softly. You thought maybe you were going to see a new, tender side of him. Until he latched a hand onto your shoulder, gripping you hard while pushing you roughly down, forcing you to your knees. As he glared down at you, dark hair framing the sharp angles of his face, one corner of his mouth twitched up.

“You talk a big game, honey, so go ahead. Let’s see that mouth of yours in action.”

He was trying to intimidate you; to show you he was the boss. But you weren’t naïve and you weren’t dumb. There were subtle hints, like the way his breath hitched when he spoke to you, or the slight tremble in his hand as he guided your face up by your chin that gave his nerves away.

With your own small smile and a lick of your lips, you reached up to pull the black suit pants down, taking his boxers with them. Five let out a shaky exhale as his hard cock stood at attention in front of your face. With another coy glance up through soft lashes, you took him into your hand. He was bigger than you would have guessed, and you slowly stroked his thick shaft, pressing your thumb into the underside while following the vein from base to head. When you stretched out your tongue to give a kittenish lick across the tip, he hissed loudly, bringing his hand down to rest in your hair.

“Shit,” you heard him mutter under his breath as you started in.

He didn’t let you work up to it with teasing kisses or circles of your tongue around his dripping head. With one shove of his hand on the back of your head, his dick was down your throat. You let out a clipped groan that ended in a gurgling noise, before he was pulling you back and off again. With eyes wide and already gasping for air, your hair was tugged backward so that you were forced to look up at him.

An eyebrow raised, Five questioned you with a low voice. “Still think you can handle me?”

From your position on the floor, he towered above you like a god, watching as you worshiped at his feet. Your eyes traveled over his sculpted abs, his toned arms and shoulders that flexed with the effort of holding your head back. You took in the scars that dotted his abdomen and thighs; the line of soft hair that trailed from his navel to the main event. He was being rough, yes, but there was something in his eyes that gave him away. Like he wanted so badly to be something else, he just didn’t know how.

You nodded your head in an answer to his question, as his magnificent cock bobbed in front of your face, and you opened your mouth wide.

“Fuck,” he growled from deep in his chest.

Five was losing his mind, he was sure of it. All of his pent-up anger and frustration over his body/mind/age situation was coming to a head; and he was shoving that head directly and violently down your throat. He couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop it. You felt so damn good, with your warm mouth wrapped around him and your tongue sliding over the taught skin of his shaft. As his hips jerked into your face, harder and faster, he watched as you gagged and choked on his dick; saliva building up at the corners of your mouth as you so dutifully let him fuck your face.

“Ah…ffff-uu-goddamnit…yes, fuck yes, don’t stop…ah SHIT!”

His head was thrown back in complete bliss as he unloaded copious amounts of cum directly into the back of your throat, the sheer volume making it pour out the corners of your mouth and dribble down your chin. The rest you swallowed, choking down the steady stream of bitter semen while he moaned above you and fisted your hair even tighter.

As he finally began to relax and the last few twitches of his hips came to a halt, he dared to open his eyes and look down at the sight below him. He had loosened his grip on your hair, allowing his dick to slip out of your mouth. You gasped and sucked in the much-needed air that you hadn’t been getting as he released you entirely. Collapsing onto your hands and knees, you coughed and wiped at your destroyed mouth while Five did nothing more than stare down at you with a kind of horrified fascination.

What had he done?

When you looked back up at him, though, and he saw that devilish smile sneak across your lips, daring him to give you more, he stopped caring. It was clear you were going to let him do whatever he wanted. And, fuck, if he didn’t want to do so many things to you.

“Up,” he commanded, still trying to catch his breath.

He held out his hand for you to take, letting him haul you up to standing. He ran a hand down your cheek and kissed your ruined lips. There was that moment of softness again, and you closed your eyes against his touch.

Five guided you so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. After another kiss, this time leaving you breathless, he dropped to his knees between your legs. Gripping your thighs in his hands, he roughly pushed your legs apart while pulling you closer to him.

Digging his fingers into your hips, he buried his face into your wet, throbbing pussy, and moaned.

“This wet just from sucking my cock? Fuck, honey, you’re driving me crazy.”

Alternating between long laps with his tongue and sucking at your clit, it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing as you leaned backward, holding yourself up with your hands flat on the bed. When you dropped your head back, it banged against the wall, but you barely noticed since you were already on the cusp of a strong orgasm.

“Five…” you gasped, eyes clenched shut and biting at your bottom lip. You tried desperately to rock your hips into his face, but his grip was too strong. He was devouring you; eating you out almost viciously, while your palms began to sweat as they pressed harder into the bed. “Five…holy fff-uck…OH GOD!” you screamed as one last, perfect lick sent you reeling. With your entire body shuddering, Five only went at you harder; until you were letting out quiet, pitiful cries, and your thighs twitched against his head.

As you tried to catch your breath, Five finally let up, tearing himself away from your warm deliciousness, and standing up to lean over you. He was just as out of breath as you were, with his mouth shining and lips red. A mixture of your arousal and his saliva pooled obscenely underneath you.

“That was…holy shit…” you tried to get out, but you were cut off almost immediately.

“I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot,” he rasped.

Though only minutes had passed since he had unloaded into your mouth, his cock was hard again. As he rummaged around in a drawer, pulling out a condom, and rolling it on, you scooted back so that you were lying down lengthwise on the bed. There was no more time for rest, though, before Five was climbing on top of you, that look of voracity overtaking him again.

He began to kiss you; hard and insistently while running his tongue over your bottom lip and venturing inside. It was a mixture of intense want and hesitation as he squeezed your ass with one hand and lightly stroked your hair with the other. When he pulled back, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand coming to rest gently on your cheek, his thumb pressing under your chin.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Ready for more?”

With a slow smile forming on your face, you nodded.

“Fuck yeah. Give it to me.”

Five groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his face to your neck. His teeth scraped against your skin as he kissed you fervently while your fingers threaded through his hair. The second you opened your legs for him, he was shoving himself inside. Sucking in a loud breath, he buried his face into your shoulder.

“Fuuuck…you are tight…god, you feel so fucking good,” he moaned pitifully into you.

You threw your head back against the pillow with a loud moan. “Oh my god, I knew your dick would feel amazing.”

He didn’t respond, but he took both of your legs and balanced them on his shoulders, angling your hips up to push his dick in even further. He was buried to the hilt, with his tight balls slapping against your ass each time he drew back and slammed back into you.

Five was gone; completely lost inside his own debauched fantasy. He wanted to fuck you harder and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to make you cry out his name while your back arched off the bed like you were possessed. When his eyes met yours, with the strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat already forming there, you bit your bottom lip and smiled. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and that made him want to absolutely ruin you.

Smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark before throwing your legs off his shoulders, Five roughly flipped you over. He forced the side of your face into the bed as he thrust inside you again, stretching your pussy and filling you up with his thick cock. His ragged breath warmed the side of your neck with each punishing drive of his hips against your ass as you whimpered softly.

“Come on, honey, let’s hear it,” he snarled next to your ear. “You’ve been dying for me to pound that sweet little pussy…so let me hear you. I’m not stopping until I get what I want.”

“Fff-iiive,” you sobbed, your fists clutching the bedspread underneath you as he railed relentlessly into you.

“That’s right,” he answered, and you could hear that cocky smirk on his face. “Beg me.”

“Five…please…you feel SO…FUCKING…GOOD!”

The angle of his cock thrusting inside of you, along with his body trapping you beneath him, was more intense than anything you had ever experienced before. You were on the verge of coming; your cries becoming louder while you desperately tried to suck air into your lungs. The sting of his dick drilling inside of you was still not enough to mask the pleasure that was building. It hurt but you still wanted more.

Soon, that inevitable feeling of warmth and tightness formed in your core and you let go with a loud scream that echoed off the walls of his bedroom. Your body convulsed under his as his hips stilled against your ass when he expelled himself one more time. The groan that left him as he came was loud and long, leaving his arms shaking as he held himself over you.

After he was able to move off of you, you continued to catch your breath as you rolled over to face him. Five was kneeling on the bed, chest glistening with sweat and heaving as he flipped his hair out of his eyes. He didn’t say a word, but after a few more seconds, he climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom. You eyed him nervously. You had no idea how he was going to react, or if he was already regretting everything.

After tugging his boxers back on, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you ok?” he asked, his voice tight.

You nodded and sat up. “Yeah, I’m ok, why?”

Five shook his head. “I was way too rough, I shouldn’t have…but you…” he trailed off, his frustration with himself evident. “Look, you got your way. This is done now, alright?”

With a roll of your eyes, you moved off the bed so that you were standing in front of him; the muscles in your sticky thighs aching from the movement. “Get over yourself, Five. We both wanted this, so stop pretending I put some spell on you to make you change your mind.”

He was silent, but he nodded, a brief flicker of a smile forming on his lips. “I’m sorry about your clothes.” He got up to grab a t-shirt from one of his drawers and handed it to you. “You can wear this; it should be enough to cover everything.”

As you worked the too-big shirt over your head, Five pulled his pants back on, zipping them up but leaving the belt hanging open. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small, balled up pair of women’s underwear. With a guilty smile, he tossed them over to you. “Here.”

You laughed in disbelief. “You stole my panties? What were you going to do with them?”

Five shrugged. “I hadn’t figured that out yet.”

Shaking your head, you looked down at them in your hand. “Such a dirty old man.” Glancing back at Five’s guilty face, you threw them back, and he caught them against his chest. “Keep them. I kind of like the idea of you doing weird things with them.”

Five made no comment, but he tucked them back into his pants pocket with a lop-sided grin. He held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll blink you back to your apartment so you don’t have to go back in just a t-shirt.”

You thought for a second, but shook your head. “No thanks. I don’t mind a good walk of shame now and then.”

As Five walked you to the door, you gave him a lingering kiss and trailed a hand down his arm. “Maybe the next time I make too much food, I’ll come over and share it? Think you can handle that?”

A smile slowly spread across Five’s face and he nodded. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

Then he watched as you walked away, wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He shook his head, not quite believing what had just occurred. He had thought he was so damn smart with his moral high-ground and superiority. But as it turned out, you had gotten the best of him. He lost at his own game. Tucking two fingers inside his pocket to stroke the silky material of your panties, he smiled to himself, thinking about how this may have been the first time in his life that he hadn’t minded losing.

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𖤐One Kiss and A Quidditch Match — Chapter 1: Destiny's Invitation𖤐

Prologue (recommended to read)

Pair: Cedric Diggory x Male Slytherin Reader

Word count: 3.1K words

Summary of the book: You and Cedric Diggory hate each other. It has always been this way. But everything changes one night when you kiss each other at a party. Now, it seems you can’t escape each other — from being partnered up in Herbology for an important project to having to help Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament.

Summary of the chapter: It's the first day. You and your four closest friends have Defence Against the Dark Arts first thing, but you meet the teacher even before class starts and he surprises you with information you didn't realised he had. After first period, you and your group get a surprise invitation to a party.

Notes: This is my first Cedric fanfic so please forgive me for any OOC moments. Please comment anything I should change to improve this. Also, this first chapter will mainly focus on your friends, but there is an interaction with Cedric. Additionally, I am not British so I am not 100% sure how to correctly write people from the UK.

Content warning: There are a couple curse words in this chapter, but they are not too frequent. I may also write a few sexual scenes in later chapters if people request it.

!PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDITS TO ME!

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“Just a few more days and I’ll be old enough to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Fuck, (Name), I kinda pity you for being born in March,” one of your close friends, Alistair Campbell, ranted about his latest obsession, small pieces of chewed toast flying out of his mouth.

“Don't talk when you eat, Cambell,” another one of your friends, Elsie Wilson, gagged, removing her Slytherin cloak and draping it over the chair to your left. She sat down in an almost royal manner, carefully smoothing her skirt.

Alistair leaned across you to get close to Elsie, chewing, mouth open, intentionally being noisy, and spitting bits of mushy toast onto her lap. Elsie gasped and got back up, wiping the bread off her skirt with a napkin and a disgusted look on her porcelain face.

“It’s the first bloody day of school, Alistair. Calm down.” You pushed your cackling friend back into his chair, wondering how the hell girls were attracted to a moron like himself.

You had to agree Alistair was a looker with his curly hair dyed bright red — faded to burgundy from many Quidditch practices under the rain and days during the break where he went swimming — strong, square jaw, and flawless brown skin, but it didn’t excuse his rude behaviour.

Whenever he walked anywhere with you and the rest of your clique, girls would ogle at his pretty face and muscles, giggling and sometimes latching onto his brawny biceps, attempting to start a casual conversation. If they were smart, they would notice he wasn’t interested and walk away. If they weren't — which was most of the time — one of you had to ask them to leave.

“Blimey, Elsie! I didn’t notice you were here,” Alistair’s twin sister, Winnie, said from the other side of her brother, brushing her frizzy black hair out of her guileless eyes with a toothy grin.

Winnie spent most of her day zoning out during class or lying face-down on her bed to think about whatever she was currently obsessed with. So, one of you had to help her rush through homework or revise using your notes.

Elsie smiled painfully, sitting back down with an irked expression, “Hey, Winnie.”

You glanced around, “Wasn’t Brian supposed to come down with you?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“He’s skipping breakfast,” she sighed. “He insisted on studying for our Defence Against the Dark Arts class — Mary, could you pass me the bacon?—and when I mean insisted, I mean insisted.” Elsie emphasised as she scraped the platter full of bacon on her plate.

“Of course he is,” said Alistair, waving his fork around like a wand.

Brian Ashmore was the final person to complete your friend group of five. Quiet and studious, he was, like you, a Half-Blood. Lucky for the both of you, no one in the school apart from a few close friends and some teachers knew about it, so you two fit right in with the Purebloods in your house. But it also made people see you as just another stereotypical Slytherin. 

After finishing your breakfast, you and your friends left the dining hall.

“Should we go find Brian or should we go to class without him?” asked Winnie. She twisted one of her black locks around her finger and skipped along next to Elsie.

Alistair waved his hand. “We all know that nerd won’t be late. Can’t be missing out on slobbering over the new DADA teachers and getting good grades,” he mocked in a pestering voice, causing you to roll your eyes in exasperation.

“Merlin’s beard, Campbell, you are such an ass.” Elsie shoved him.

“Aww, you’re so grumpy without your boyfriend,” he jeered.

You slid in between them to dissipate the argument before it escalated any further. One of your least favourite things in school was whenever those two idiots argued. Alistair always found a way to get under Elsie’s skin, and it seemed as if you were the peacekeeper of the group. Winnie usually wasn’t paying attention, and Brian didn’t care enough to solve any argument.

“Do you know what the new professor will be like?” you asked your Pureblood friends to ease the air around them, adjusting your book bag so it didn’t fall off your shoulder. “I heard he is an Auror, but that’s all I know without assuming based on looks.”

That seemed to do the trick because Alistair nodded with interest, “Yes. He’s called Mad-Eye Moody. From what I heard from Pa, he’s a rather crazy old bloke.”

Mr. Campbell was a professional auror and rather famous with a knack for violence. While Winnie aspired to be as recognised as her father in the same field of work, Alistair’s dream was to soar in the air and be a famous Quidditch Beater.

"Well, it’s unfortunate that you both share a name, then.” Elsie commented, obviously still peeved from your friend’s previous comment, “If we try to refer to the “insane Alistair”, people won’t be sure which one we’re talking about.”

“Wait what?” He stopped walking.

Elsie flashed him a quick smirk, “You didn’t know? Mad-Eye isn’t his first name, you eejit. You’re both called Alistair.”

“And all of you will be late if you keep stopping in the middle of the hallway,” a gruff voice said behind them.

You turned to be faced with a savage-looking man roughly the same height as you, with a balding head of greasy ginger hair. He had one normal-looking eye while the other was electrical blue, rolling around as if scanning his surroundings. His wrinkly, squashed face reminded you of a mean pitbull.

“And it’s Alastor Moody, young Miss,” he pointed a thick finger at Elsie, who recoiled in embarrassment and mild fear. “Not that’s any of your business; you’ll be calling me Professor.” 

“Sorry, Professor, it’s just playful teasing; my friends didn’t mean anything,” you jumped in as you gripped your bag’s brown strap, noting how you were the only one of your friends who wasn’t too affected by his odd appearance. You remember your parents raising you to never judge people based on looks.

The man leaned closer, seeing you eye-to-eye, “Hmm, you look familiar, Lassie. What’s your name?”

“(Name) (Surname), Professor.”

Moody barked a laugh, a sudden sound that caused you to flinch in surprise. “That’s why you look so familiar. I knew your mother, (Mom’s Name) (Maiden Name). It was unfortunate a brilliant witch like herself married a man like your father.”

You looked away at the mention of your Muggle father. It wasn’t the fact that he wasn’t a wizard that bothered you. Well yes, it was, but what frightened you was what the school would do if they found out. Many Purebloods were discriminatory towards any wix with Muggle ancestry, and being known as a Half-Blood or Muggleborn would greatly affect how students saw you. That was why you and Brian only informed people you were close to about your parentage.

You remembered, at first, Alistair was rather rankled after being revealed that information, but quickly got over it. You were aware that many others wouldn’t be so merciless.

But Mad-Eye Moody didn’t elaborate, only holding eye contact with you for a couple of seconds until he turned to walk around your group with a clickety-clack of something inanimate hitting the floor. Did this already odd man have a peg leg?

Winnie waited until he rounded a corner to speak, “He’s a little weird.”

Alistair shuddered. “He gave me chills. It’s so eerie how he just sneaked up on us out of nowhere.” He glanced towards you. “I also find it strange how he knew who you were, (Name).”

You were still turned to face where Moody disappeared. A peculiar smile stretched across your face.

“This is gonna be a good year.”

“What was that madman talking about? Late? We’re practically the first ones!” Elsie growled when you and your clique entered the spacious classroom.

“You have an unpleasant habit of insulting teachers, Elsie. One day, it’ll get you in real trouble.”

Mad-Eye Moody was nowhere to be seen, but behind a desk at the front of the classroom stood a boy with slicked-back hair streaked with a big slash of grey across the brown. He was twirling a quill; grey eyes focused on the object so you could see him from his side profile. His tired, unsmiling face turned to look at you and you spotted the burn scar covering the bottom half of his left side.

“Briaaannnn,” Winnie whined, dramatically swaying to the scar-faced teenager and enveloping him in a warm, Winnie-coded hug. “You need to eat! It’s unhealthy to be skipping breakfast.”

Brian Ashmore set the pen on a nearby desk and patted her head softly, bored eyes now focused on her form. Silence was his only response.

A mutter of voices came from the entrance behind you. It must have been five boys — four voices you didn’t recognise, one that you were very very familiar with. 

“Excuse me, could you please move out of the doorway?”

You turned around to be met by Cedric Diggory’s striking grey eyes. He stood, one book tucked under his arm, slightly ahead of his friends. His sweet smile slowly faded as he realised who he was talking to.

You eyed one another, and he and your friends fell silent watching the interaction.

“Of course, I just had to share my favourite class with Diggory,” you thought. “I forgot we had Defence Against the Dark Arts with the Hufflepuffs this year. Don’t we also have Herbology together?” You felt slightly ticked off that you shared most of Hufflepuff’s favourite class with Cedric and the 6th year of his house. If only the schedule was similar to last year, and Snape’s class was the one you had with him. At least there, you could flaunt your skills with flamboyance.

You saw a muscle tick in Cedric’s square jaw as he forced a polite smile, “Sorry, (Surname), I neglected to simplify my words so you could understand the point I am trying to make.” A couple of his friends snickered. He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but you cut him off.

“I find that wouldn’t be necessary; a prodigy like myself can comprehend simple Hufflepuff dialect,” you responded as calmly as possible, keeping yourself from punching his stupid face.

Cedric let out a sarcastic laugh. “Of course, I forgot that you defined smart as using a couple pretty words in your sentences.”

Your face contorted into a snarl, “Oh really? How’s your Exceeding Expectations in Potions doing, Diggory?” You practically spat at him, teeth bared and hands on your hips. You rolled your shoulder back to prevent your bag from slipping, keeping your aggressive attitude.

Cedric’s nostrils flared, and you knew you hit a nerve. 

But he didn’t do anything. Instead, he shoved past you to the desk at the second row furthest from the door. His friends followed suit, settling in a couple of seats near him.

You smirked triumphantly, walking over to Winnie and Brian with Elsie and Alistair confidently strutting behind you. You honestly found it rather funny how your group was sometimes more passionate about your and Cedric’s bickering than either of you.

You placed your bookbag at the desk closest to the door and chatted with your friends, waiting as students slowly filtered into the class and filled in the spots left.

Finally, as Alistair was recounting one of his dates with his girlfriend over the summer break — Elsie looked peeved, while Brian emphasised his surprise at how long their relationship was lasting — you saw the rough-looking professor limp through the door, his peg leg tapping against the wooden floor.

All of your classmates’ conversations halted at the sight of the strange man. They already saw him at the Great Feast yesterday, but they couldn’t help but stare, your friends included.

The students who weren’t seated settled into their desks. Alistair pulled back the chair to your right, the girls were at the desk directly to your right, and Brian was behind them, one of his and Cedric’s mutual friends, Leslie Westmore, to his right.

Professor Moody hobbled to the front of the class.

“Right then,” he said, “I’ve had a letter from Professor Lupin telling me of the subjects you’ve learned from last year. Seems you’ve covered rather interesting creatures — Merfolk, Basilisks, a bit of Dragons, and Phoenixes, ain’t that right?” 

A murmur of agreement rippled through the students, and you nodded, mildly interested.

“A bit disappointing that you didn’t finish the unit on Dragons, but what you know right now is alright. But you are behind — very behind — with dealing with Dark Curses. Now, Dumbledore believes that you are old enough to study these curses only in 6th year, but I disagree. It’s never too early to learn about them. If you’d be in 3rd or 2nd year, lacking understanding would be acceptable. But you are already in 6th year, and having no knowledge of the Dark Arts — the real Dark Arts — is very very unfortunate.”

Brian raised his hand but didn’t wait to be called on to speak, “Actually, sir, Professor Lupin informed us quite a bit on the subject of the Dark Arts — specifically the Unforgivable Curses.” 

“Is that so?” Professor Moody stared directly at him with his normal eye, his prosthetic one zooming around the room, before settling down on two girls at the back, “You need to put those candies away, Miss Armstrong and Miss Hilton; my classroom is not a restaurant.”

The girls blushed and frantically put their candy back in their bags, eyes downcast with embarrassment. You felt remorse towards them, but not enough to be distracted from the lesson.

Moody continued without skipping a beat, “With that new information, I think I know where to start this lesson. Alright, everybody knows what the Imperius Curse does, yes?” After a short second with hesitant nods of approval from the students, he continued, “Good, because today you will learn how to resist it.”

By the end of the first period, a red-faced Brian, a distracted Winnie, a sore Alistair, a smug-looking Elsie, and a sympathetic you walked out of Professor Moody’s classroom.

After a couple of paces, Brian shoved his face into his hands and let out a dejected groan. You placed your hand on his shoulder, gently petting his deltoids, a solicitous smile on your lips as you tried to comfort him.

“Hey, it’s not that bad.”

He took his head out of his hand, and you saw his cheeks were rose-red. “Well, you weren’t the one who played Princess Fairy in front of the whole class, Mr. Perfect.” He sighed miserably, “One word goes around the school, I’ll be ruined!”

“Oh please,” Alistair jumped in with a hand massaging his coccyx, “I’d much rather do that than have to sit out for a single Quidditch practice because of a butt injury of all things. Blimey, he’s truly a madman…”

Next to him, you could hear Winnie humming as if she had never eaten that spider not even twenty minutes prior. Even the thought of doing the same nauseated you, so seeing your friend looking serene made you question her morality. 

Elsie shrugged, joining the conversation, "Well, at least everyone else in the class had to go through a similar experience as us, so if they are daft enough to mess with you, you could just blackmail them.” It was nice that Elsie acted sympathetic towards Alistair, but you suspected she was actually talking to Brian.

“Funny. The two only students who managed to break from the curse are comforting us,” huffed Brian.

Elsie gave him a confident half-smirk and raised her eyebrows while you shrugged with a chuckle, tugging on your bag’s straps.

“Puddings!”

The four of you engaged in the conversation halted, and you grabbed Winnie’s arm so she didn’t wander off. This snapped her back into reality, and you turned your heads to face the direction of the noise.

A pretty girl with honey-brown eyes and wavy, blond hair tied into a low ponytail ran up to your group.

You saw Alistair’s pained smile turn into his typical, white-toothed grin when she wrapped her skinny arms around his torso. She was over a head shorter than him, so she buried her face into his chest with a sing-song sigh.

Once she pulled away, Elsie eyed her repeatedly, “What do you want, White?”

The pretty blonde — a popular Pureblood Hufflepuff named Destiny White — frowned at Elsie’s cold comment, “You shouldn’t be so mean, Elsie, aren’t we friends? We don’t treat friends like that.” She paused momentarily before giving her a slightly satirical smile, “Or maybe Slytherin girls are just rude like that.”

Elsie narrowed her eyes, but when Brian touched her shoulder, she held her condescending tongue. As much as you disliked Elsie’s outbursts, you agreed that Destiny was a reasonable person to yell at.

Destiny turned back to a haughty-looking Alistair, handing him a paper envelope, “Anyways, the Weasley twins are hosting a little get-together for all the students 16 and up. We’re meeting up at 11 PM tonight in front of the Gryffindor common room so they can let us in.”

“Why would they host a party in a common room?” You inquired, confused, “Wouldn’t it wake up the younger kids?”

Destiny let out a little giggle, “The party isn’t in the common room, silly. I’d tell you the location, but that’s a little secret, and we don’t want the professors to overhear.” She lowered her voice as she spoke, “All the info is in the invitation.”

“Are we invited?” Winnie spoke up from behind you. She eyed the envelope her brother held in his hand with piqued interest.

“Of course,” Destiny stuck her hand into her pocket to retrieve four other letters, handing them to your group. Elsie was the only one who hesitated before begrudgingly plucking it from Destiny’s hand. 

Brian eyed his envelope suspiciously, “How did you get so many?”

“Fred and George want my help since I’m friends with tons of people here!”

“Thanks, Babe,” Alistair smirked, leaning down to peck her cheek, and Destiny giggled. “We’ll be there.”

They shared a quick kiss on the lips, and Destiny slowly backed away, waving her hand, “I hope to see all of you at the party,” she spun around before stopping and turning her head, eyeing Elsie with a cheeky expression, “Even those who might ruin it.”

Immediately after she was out of earshot, Elsie hissed at Alistair, red-faced with vexation, “Leave her; she’s a bitch.”

Alistair laughed, “No way. One of the perks of dating her is the way she always manages to piss you off.” He elbowed her arm playfully before advancing to his next class, too ignorant to notice the faint blush spreading across Elsie’s cheeks.

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Thank you for reading, please comment any suggestions you have or any issues I should fix. Like I said in a Tumblr post, I will only post on Thursdays at 12 AM BST. I may post every week or every two weeks, I don't really know. It depends how long I take.

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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+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 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.