Thieving Eyes, Draco Malfoy X Fem. Reader

And Suddenly, Draco Malfoy x Gen. Neutral Reader

Could one little dance really lead to all this?

A/N: Requested by @takenbytheboogieman . The following below includes somewhat public sex. I tried to make this as character accurate as possible. I apologize if it isn't entirely

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He didn't know what it was. What changed his mind about you so suddenly. He hated you. He always had. You were in his rival house and you were such an idiot. Inexplicably and unashamedly yourself. It was annoying and zealous. And suddenly, it didn't matter. Had he been wrong about his hatred for you? Was it really his subconscious masking feelings for you out of insecurity? No, surely not. He was imagining things. Still, he couldn't deny the way his chest ached the second his eyes landed on you. It was the Yule Ball, so of course everyone was in formal wear. You included. You looked.. Handsome? Pretty? He couldn't place the right term in his head. But he did know you looked incredible all dressed up like that.

His eyes shamelessly trail over your figure from his spot not so far away. Then his eyes landed on your date; Anthony Goldstein. Jealousy instantly flared within him. Why? He didn't know. He had a date himself. And it wasn't as if he wanted to accompany you to the ball to begin with. He'd taken Pansy. Still, his attention was far from her. The first dance of the night was great. You and Anthony had fun. But there after wasn't as great. Once the first dance got over he ditched you. At first you tried to go dance and hangout with friends, but they all seemed to preoccupied with their own dates and selves.

Which landed you where you are now. Alone and lingering at the refreshment table. The night had barely started, and you already felt like going back to your dorm. At least your bed couldn't ditch you. While you stood there, contemplating your next course of action, a voice drew you from your thoughts. "Well well well" You look up, only to be met with a smug smirk. It was no other than Draco Malfoy. "Who knew you were capable of looking halfway decent. Has hell frozen over?" You roll your eyes at his comment. "Is that what you call a compliment? I feel bad for your date" He scoffs dryly. "Please, Pansy? Don't get me started on her" He takes a step closer to you, earning a look of suspension from you.

"Okay," You put your hands up and take a small step back. "What're you playing at here Malfoy?" He rolled his eyes at your question. Though, you asking it was justified. He was normally horrible to you. "I'm capable of being civil, you know" Before you can respond with something snide, he holds out his hand and continues. "Look, humor me. One dance. That's all I'm asking for." You recoil in surprise. Did he really just say that? Your eyes flicker between his face and extended hand in mild horror. After a moment of hesitation you place your hand in his. His usual smug grin formed. Wasting no more time, he pulled you out on to the floor. When he starts dancing with you, you're not short if stiff and apprehensive.

Though, you do loosen up soon after. You were surprisingly having fun. And Draco wasn't being a total drag either. The music was easy to move along to, energetic and loud. Feeling a bit bolder after a song or two, you grind yourself back against him. A small bit of revenge for his bullying couldn't hurt. His eyes went as wide as pies and he went stiff. You let out a bark of laughter at his reaction. "What's that look for? Never been-" You cut yourself off with a small yelp as he suddenly grabbed your hand and dragged you through the hall towards the exit. "Woah, hey! What're you doing?!" He ignored any and all protests that left your mouth. The two of you got plenty of foul looks from other students.

Given, he was just shoving through people with a dirty look on his face. You tried to apologize to all the people he was pushing around since he was pulling you along with him, but none of them seemed to be able to hear you over the loud music. Or care, for that matter. Soon enough he had you two out in the mostly deserted corridor. Having enough of whatever he was doing, you yanked your hand from his. "Okay, what the hell! What do you think you're doing?!" He scoffs with a look of offense crossing his features. "Me?! You were the one rubbing your arse all over me!" He threw his arms up in exasperated as if to add emphasis to his defense.

"So what?! You wanted to bloody, dance! That's what I was doing! And anyway, that doesn't explain why you brought me out here!" You huff in irritation. His face twitches and he doesn't give you a verbal response. Okay sure, maybe what you did was a little out of line. But it wasn't like a Professor had seen you do it! "Well?" You press on. He glares at the wall, shifting his weight. Your gaze trails down his body. You freeze upon seeing the rather prominent bulge in his trousers. "Oh.." He rolls his eyes with a small scoff. "Yeah. Oh." His tone is nothing short of sardonic. In turn, you shift. It definitely wasn't because you were uncomfortable. Turned on more like it.

He grumbles, feeling completely ridiculous at the awkward air between you that he caused. "Listen, I-" You cut yourself off. His gaze snaps up to you and he sneers. "No, say it." You exhale heavily. "There's a lavatory down the corridor. It's out of order right now, so nobody will be in there" His eyebrows raise at your implication. You mentally slap yourself. What were you thinking? Of course he wouldn't want to do that with you. He hated you. He couldn't control his body's reactions. Just as you open your mouth to voice an apology, his hand is on yours again. He's suddenly pulling you as quickly as he could muster throughout the corridors. You stumble a bit, doing your best to keep up.

In a few short moments you end up in that out of order lavatory you had mentioned. By now he was practically trembling in anticipation. His length throbbed painfully hard in his trousers, begging to be freed. He shoved you into a stall in which you stumbled again and ended up falling back to sit on the toilet. Within an instant, he's in the stall with you and slamming the door shut. Once he's locked the door, he turns back around to face you. You look up at him in surprised and red faced. You exhale softly, putting both hands up again. "Listen, first off, don't toss me around like that. Second, calm the hell down" He sneers at you. "Whatever, not my fault you tripped over your own feet"

He bites his tongue and bristled slightly. He knew you well, if he really wanted this then he'd have to swallow at least a little pride. "Look, I'm sorry. Alright? I didn't mean to- To-" He growls in frustration. He didn't like this, nor was he good at it. When he attempts to continue his jumbled apology, he's cut off by your lips slamming into his. He's quick to return the kiss, his hands flying to your waist. With a few small steps, he presses you up against the wall. His tongue explores your mouth hungrily and he presses his body to yours. He pulls away just enough to mutter into your ear: "Are you sure about this?" His voice was low, and laced with desire. "I am" You whisper back. "Then turn around and face the wall."

Slowly, you did as he told. Wasting no time, he shoved his trousers and briefs down. He let out a small breath of relief at no longer being restrained by the fabric. Next, he pulled what you were wearing away. He pressed himself to you and let out a small gasp. You pressed your hands and chest to the wall for any semblance of support. His hands came to hold your hips as he slowly pushed into you, a shuddering exhale leaving him as he did. You took in a sharp breath, your fingers curling against the wall. He whined once he was mostly inside you. At first he tried to remain at a steady pace. But it did prove to be hard. Your breathing had become labored and more like gasps.

He started to move his hips in a quicker pace, his whining growing lower and more frequent. Though you couldn't see it, he'd thrown his head back and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. His grip tightens on your hips slightly, yet it wasn't at all painful. You hadn't expected him to be so needy. You certainly weren't complaining though. He muttered something incoherent as his hips began to stutter. A long groan left him, and he then began to slowly come to a stop. He presses his forehead to your shoulder and places his hands on the wall the by each of your sides. With a grunt, he pulled out after a moment. His legs felt weak, and he could feel himself trembling.

"You're bloody incredible, you know that?"

A Flower, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader

Maybe this time he'll get it right.

A/N: Another bot turned story (｡-∀-)♪ https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/ie2tqwfj @jasperpasta

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The Yule ball had been announced not long ago, but it drew closer with every passing day. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, buying formal wear and asking people to be their dates. The hot topic for everyone fourth year through seventh was dates. Who was taking who, who was asking who, ect. It wasn't until after Professor McGonagall's dance lessons did it occure to him that he too needed a date. And fast. Everyone, especially his year mates, were already betting he'd go alone. The first (and only person really) that came to mind was you. He'd been crushing on you for ages now.

But, he'd never had the courage to make a move. He tried a few times before, though it never came off quiet the right. He wasn't the best when it came to any romantic area. With the way you reacted before, he had seriously doubted himself. He had narrowed it down to you either trying to reject him gently or him just being plain too dull. And neither were necessarily the case, still his mind told him otherwise. He promised himself that this would be the time he finally got it right. So after planning and talking himself into it fully, he did just that. His first decision was to make it into a more romantic gesture.

How he was going to manage that he didn't know. In result, he went to Hermione: the only girl he thought to talk to about this. Anxiously, he tracked. Which wasn't a hard feat, seeing as she was in the library like usual. "Hey uhm, Hermione?" He fumbled as he tripped over the chair next to her, attempting to pull it out and sit in it. "Yes Neville?"

"I was wonder if you could help me with something"

"What is it?" He pauses, his tongue slipping between his lips to wet them before he responded. "Well, uhm. I wanted to ask Y/N to be my date to the ball. But I'm not sure how, I want it to be romantic and make it clear it's not in a 'let's go as friends' sort of way, y'know?" Hermione smiled, finally tearing her gaze away from the book she was reading to the boy beside her.

"Oh Neville, that's nice! What did you have in mind"

"See that's the problem, nothing. I was hoping you could help me with the whole romantic bit"

"I see. Well, there's a few ways you could go about it"

"Like what?"

"Would could always just do something simple. Like propose with a flower. A poster, if you want to be grand about it" He thought hard about Hermione's suggestions. The idea of making a poster sounded nice, but he didn't trust his artistic skill for that. A flower sounded perfect though. And it gave him an excuse to go back to the greenhouses. So, he nods. "A flower sounds perfect" With that being said, he bid his friend good by and headed off to the greenhouses. After walking around them all and searching thoroughly, he realized that none of the flowers he found were suitable. They were all either ugly, smelt horrible or were just plain dangerous.

That put him in a difficult position. His next course of action was to go search the grounds until he found one. After several hours of doing so, he managed to find one of those big daisies. It wasn't a rose, but it would have to do. And it was the thought that counts, right? Only things left to do now was give you the flower and ask you out. That was going to be the hardest part, easily. Hours of reaching and wandering later, he managed to find a few of those large wild daisies. He picked out the prettiest one out of the small bunch. Now he just had to ask you out. He felt his stomach drop at the thought. What if you said no? Or what if he messed up and made a fool of himself? A million anxieties washed over him during his walk back to the castle.

When he got back inside he caught you out of the corner of his eye walking down a corridor. He froze. Should he do it now, or should he wait? Maybe he just shouldn't at all. He took a deep breath. He was gonna do it now. If he waited any longer that gave somebody else the chance to ask you to be their date. He did a little jog down the corridor in attempt to catch up with you. "Hey Y/N wait up a moment please!" He called out, stuttering a bit as he did. You stopped walking once you heard Neville's voice. With a smile you turned around to face him. He sighed inwardly, now able to catch up with you a lot easier. The flower was now hidden behind his back, making him look ever more awkward than usual.

"What's up Neville?"

"I was just uhm.." He trailed off momentarily, licking his lips while as his cheeks grew burning hot. His grip on the flower shifted slightly. With a small breath, he managed to hold out the flower to you. He barely managed to lift his gaze from the floor to look at you as he spoke. "I was wondering if you'd be my date to the ball..?" You felt your chest grow impossibly tight and ache. A blush quickly formed across your cheeks that matched his. Excitement erreupted through your veins like a volcano. "Yes!" You exclaimed joyfully, much to his surprise.

"Really?"

"Yes, absolutely! I would love to!" He let out a meek flustered noise as you suddenly jumped up and hugged him, causing him to stumble back a bit. Though, he's not very slow to return your hug with a growing smile. "I'm so glad" His voice came out trembling due to how flustered he was. Nonetheless, he was a very happy camper. After a few long close moments, he gently set you down and took a tiny step back. He fumbles his words a few times trying to say something. Ultimately, he gives up and just holds the flower back out for you with a small 'Here'. "Thank you" His gaze his back on the floor now, and he's rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with a soft nod.

"You're welcome.."

And so the poll results are in! Despite the winner, I'm still gonna end up posting female reader fics without them being requested. But that does not mean I won't write any male or gender neutral reader fics!

I am more than willing and going to write stories for all readers to enjoy. But unfortunately with the way I've come to see the algorithm work, female reader fics do significantly better than any others. It's unfortunate, but sadly the only way I know to help my account grow without buying the growth.

I'm so sorry to disappoint some of you. Please don't be discouraged by any future posts.

Just A Bandaid, Neville Longbottom x Male Reader

Calm after the storm

A/N: For story purposes the reader is a healer. Requested by @jasperpasta I hope it's to your liking (^-^)/

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The castle, along with everyone near it, were in ruins. Injured, dead, thoroughly traumatized and a mix of other things. Dumbledore's army won the war, but the aftermath was devastating. Everyone knew that, you included. There were still a large amount of people, students, more specifically that were unaccounted for. So, Madame Pomfrey gave you the task of searching the rubble of the castle for those people. You were a healer, or close enough to one anyway. Having trained under Madame Pomfrey throughout all your years as a student at Hogwarts got you where you were at now.

On your hip rested a tattered satchel, full with various other medical supplies and potions. So far, you hadn't found anyone. But that didn't make any of your searching less thorough. Thankfully, your wand hadn't sustained any damage during the battle. Others weren't so lucky. Amongst one of the larger staircases ahead, you could vaguely make out the silhouette of a single person sitting on them. Judging by the size, they were either an adult or older student. A sharp ache formed around your heart. Some were injured rather gruesomely. You only hoped whoever that was, wasn't.

Picking up pace, you jogged over to the stairs. You would have ran, but that would put the contents of your satchel in liberty of breaking. You couldn't risk that by any means. Upon closer contact, you realized it was Neville Longbottom. The sword of Gryffindor was laid a few steps below him. He didn't look to be in horrible condition, but you knew better. The heavy limp he carried when he gave Voldemort a threat was clear as day. You had seen that for yourself. He heard your footsteps and looked down at you. His face morphed into an unreadable expression. "Y/N." He said in an exhale. You yourself weren't in great condition. A few noticeable injuries here and there, but they were of course minor enough for you to function.

"Neville," You dart up the stairs, quickly sitting beside him. "Which leg is it?" His brow furrowed lightly, watching as you started to rifle through the satchel. "Uhm.. The right one" He responded tonelessly. "Where? Knee, ankle, all of it?" The way you spoke alarmed him slightly. Not sharp, but a far cry from gentle. "Well?" You persisted, holding a little cup in one hand and a bottle of 'Bone-Insta-Fix' in the other. "Y/N?" He sounded worried. "What?" His face fell a little at the way you snapped at him. "Are you alright? You're acting.. Funny" You sighed, your shoulders slouching.

"I'm.. sorry. I'm frazzled, I guess. Seen too many dead people to be anywhere near okay. Can I see your leg, please?" He softened in understanding. "It's my ankle" His voice came out more like a murmur as he rolled up his pant leg. You set down the things you held and gave him a gently examination. He winced lightly when you touched the swollen and red flesh. You frowned. "Can you move it?" He shook his head. A trembling exhale left your lips. "It's broken," You took the potion and poured a good gulp or two with into it. "This is gonna taste horrible, but it'll fix you quicker than you can blink" The way you worded that worried him. Nonetheless, he took the cup. He downed it all at once, his face contorting his disgust thereafter. He smacked his lips, handing the cup back to you.

Your gaze is expectant. Suddenly he lets out a small cry, grasping his ankle instantly. A breath you didn't know you were holding came out. That reaction mean it worked. The potion healed, yes, but more accurately it snapped the bones back into place and/or together instantly. It was painful. "Better..?" He nodded, still holding his ankle. "Yeah, yeah. That was.. quick." You put your things back into your satchel. "Should've been. Anything else? Other than the obvious I mean" He paused, slowly letting go of his ankle and sitting back up. In all honestly, everything hurt. Even if just a little. But he couldn't just say that, you needed specifics to really help him.

"Not really. I think. My whole body aches, really. But the cuts on my face are the worst I'd say" You give a small hum, still rifling through the contents of the satchel. "Well, if it's nothing serious then I can't use anything magical on you. On account of other people need it more, y'know?" He was silent for a moment. The air of the situation the two of you were in suddenly weighed back down on him. "I understand" You could feel tears welling in your eyes. Out of frustration and other emotions you couldn't fully place. "It sucks. I wish- I wish it didn't have to be like that. That we had the stuff to make it all happen instantly for everyone. Healing longterm is more painful. That's why we have this stuff, so people don't have to" His heart felt heavier as he listened to your rant.

If your deep rooted care for him hadn't shown before it certainly did now. Not only that but for everyone else. It made him feel better, mentally. He closed his eyes as you carefully cleaned his face up for him. It was dirty, obviously. Caked with dry blood and grime from the destroyed castle. A small wince or other small pained noise left him here and there as you disinfected his cuts. That made you feel a little worse, but at least it meant you were doing this the right way. His brow furrowed as he heard the crinkle off a what sounded like a plastic wrapper. Though, his eyes remained shut. "What's that?" You gently stuck the appendage to a small gash on his forehead.

"Just a bandaid"

(First off, is your pfp Scara Screams from Monster High? LOVE that) also, I think you’re an incredible writer!! Could I request a one shot where Draco proposes to reader in a private setting? Thanks!! <3

It is! I'm so glad somebody caught that 😭 And thank you so much! Hope this captures your vision ＼(^^)／

Alone, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader

Draco has been acting strange lately. Find out why.

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Being with Draco over the last handful of years had its ups and downs. One of those ups was that you'd gotten to know the version of him that was masked behind pride and heartache during your years at school together. One of those downs, on the other hand, was that he could be secretive at times. You didn't hold it against him, not by any means. You knew by now that he was traumatized. So you tried hard not to hold it against him. But at times, it got hard not to assume the worst when he got like that. Avoidant and skiddish. Always on edge and suspicious of everything. He'd been in one of these episodes for a few weeks now.

Of course you'd attempted to talk to him, give any sort of comfort. To no avail, unfortunately. He'd sort of just push you away or say he was fine. Like that was on any level believable. There was a few things that he did that stood out more than others. He'd gone to Diagon Alley without you. Which, would be fine. He's allowed to go places without you. What was odd about it was that he didn't tell you that he was going. And didn't tell you why he went either. But, you let it go. Verbally. He doesn't have to tell you every little thing. Your house elf told you after that interaction that he had taken out a generous amount of money from his vault. That was odd too. Normally he told you when he did stuff like that.

He'd also been staring at your left hand a lot. That bit wasn't all the odd, and maybe you were just overing thinking it. But given his behavior as of late, who could blame you? He'd been hauled up in his study a lot too. From the sounds of it, not doing anything in particularly. The two of you had been living together for some time now, and he often worked in his study. If he wasn't with you, at the Ministry, or dealing with family affairs, then he was in his study. At some point during this episode of his, you'd walked into his study without knocking. He was sat as his desk and looking at something between his fingers rather intensely. Though the second you walked in he panicked and shoved whatever it was he was looking at into a drawer. So you didn't get a look at what he was holding.

As of right now, the two of you were at the manor. He was hosting this huge annual spring party for the Ministry. It was late. Draco had been socializing and putting on his aristocrat face for the whole party. It was late, and you were ready for him to just go back to normal already. No more upper class fake-face, no more paranoia. Just.. Him. Draco. The love of your life. After a tiring conversation with some older woman, you decided you needed some fresh air. You politely excused yourself and awkwardly shuffled about the crowded manor out to the terrace-landing that overlooked the gardens. You let out a heavy sigh and places you hands on the railing. Was this ever going to end? Between this draining party and Draco.. You could feel your own mental state beginning to deteriorate.

You stare out at the gardens. They were beautiful. Large and illuminated by all the lanterns scattered throughout them. That combined with the stary sky made a sight to beheld. Draco, who had seen you going outside quickly felt worry. He politely, but hurriedly excused himself from the conversation he was having and darted outside. He spotted you on the landing at the foot of the staircase he stood before. He did a quick check for something in the pocket of his trousers. After confirming whatever it was hadn't fallen from his pocket, he silently descended the stairs to the terrace-landing. Before a moment of hesitation, he placed a hand on your waist.

You took in a sharp inhale and placed a hand over your heart as your head snapped to the side to look at him with wide eyes. "Oh Merlin Draco.." You exhale, relaxing upon realizing it was only him. Your reaction had surprised him, and he gently rubs your side once you calm. "Sorry love, didn't mean to give you such a fright" You sigh softly and shake your head lightly. "No, it's alright. I was just.. Spaced out I guess" He studies you for a moment before nodding. There's a small period of silence between the two of you as you both look over the garden. You take a glance at his still hand on your waist and smile faintly. Maybe your wishes were coming true.

Just as you go to rest your head on his shoulder, he breaks the silence. "Fancy a walk?" You pause and think over his offer before nodding. "Yes, a walk sounds nice" And with that, he locks arms with you. You walk in pace with him down the stairs and through the gardens. There wasn't anymore words exchanged during this walk. Only thoughts that you both kept to yourself. For the most part, you had spaced out. Draco on the other hand, was panicking inside. All of his strange behavior over the last three weeks had lead up to this very moment. Was it going to be wonderful like in books? Or every possible horrid outcome he'd been imagining? He didn't know, but if he fell through, he would soon.

The two of you reach the grand foundation that sat in the middle of the gardens. It was beautiful and huge, splaying out pretty streams of clean water. Under the glow of the moonlight, the water seemed to be liquid crystal. He walked you around to the far side of the fountain, hiding you from any possible eyes by the manor. He suddenly stopped and unlinked his arm from yours. You gave him a puzzled look as he stood directly in font of you and took your hands in his own. "Do you trust me?" He questions, only confusing you more. "What? What kind of question is that? Yes, of course I trust you" He gives a firm nod at your response, "Close your eyes for me. Don't ask me why or refuse, just do it. Okay?"

Every single one of your senses was telling you to do the opposite of what he just told you to do. Despite yourself, you comply anyway. With a small huff, you close your eyes. His hands slowly pull away from yours. You try to make out what he's doing by sound, but anything he does is masked by the running water beside you. He takes in a deep breath. "Okay.. Open them" A gasp leaves you the second your eyes land on him. He's down on one knee, holding out a ring box. "Y/N," He opens the box, revealing a very pretty silver ring with a heart shaped emerald on it. "Will you marry me?" Your eyes, wide as they could get started to well with tears. You place one hand over your mouth, hiding how agape it was.

He couldn't read your reaction very well, and his facial expression changes slightly. A large smile then begins to form on your lips and you nod. "Really?" He asks in disbelief, a smile of his own threatening to come out. "Yes" You gasp out, tears beginning to fall. Instantly, he springs to his feet and pulls you into a tight hug. He lifts your feet of the ground and spins, earning a squeal from him. This was probably the happiest you'd ever seen him. Slowly, he stopped spinning and the two of you stare into each other's eyes. His grey ones are soft, holding a tender gaze. They flutter shut as he presses a kiss to your lips, gently setting you down as he does. Slowly, he drops down to one knee again and takes your left hand in his.

And with that, he slips the ring upon your finger.

Sneaking Around, Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warning!: This is the first time I've written smut in a few years, so I apologize if it's not very good. And/or any spelling-grammar mistakes.

The following below includes fingering, p in v, somewhat rough sex, and mild degradation. Enjoy!

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Being around your husband discreetly wasn't exactly an easy feat. Upon his request, you've kept your marriage a secret from the student body. It left things between you private and mostly peaceful. Not that you minded the secrecy. The idea of students spreading unnecessary rumors about the subject didn't sound very appealing. But still, the whole ordeal had its cons. Being affectionate or more-than-professionaly-friendly was out of the question. Though knowing Severus, it was bound to be like that even if you two weren't hiding your marriage. Nonetheless, the way you smiled at him didn't go unnoticed by students. Nor did the occasional flirty comments you left his way.

It rose some suspicion, of course. Suspicion that remained unsolved for the moment. The most widely disliked professor and the nicest together? It didn't make any sense. Merlin forbid a pretty professor like Y/N fancy the dungeon bat that was Professor Snape. You'd overheard the whispers and small talk here and there, and it usually gave you a good chuckle or grin.

Though, like any other thing, it had pros too. Some that gave a thrill or twinge of excitement. Even if it was at the disposal of an agitated husband. Which is what got you where you were right now: sneaking around. Dinner in the Great Hall had ended no to long ago, and student curfew was now in place. Still, there were a few students here and there on their way to their common rooms. You shot them a few warm but awkward smiles as you walked past them. It got you some odd looks, but your focus was elsewhere. Thoughts of him plagued your mind throughout the day. Intimate thoughts. You tried to keep to under wraps, to be calm and not give into temptation. Key word; 'tried'. All the effort needed wasn't there. Being intimate on school grounds was something you normally avoided. The risk of getting caught was huge. Not to mention it put both your jobs in jeopardy. That and your pride. But, as of right now, the risk very much felt worth it.

It was the only thing you could think about throughout the day. During the breaks between classes when you saw him in passing. When you weren't actively teaching. During dinner at the high table when you sat side by side. Surely he couldn't blame you. The way your body felt was out of your control. Not like there was any other man who could satisfy you. Not like him. And so, after a few minutes of awkwardly shuffling about the castle, you found yourself in the dungeons. Frisson coiled through your body as you thought about what was going to happen. With a grin, you pushed the classroom door open. The sound of the heavy wooden door scrapping against the stone floor instantly made the man in the room snap his head in its direction from the shelf he stood broodingly at. A not-so-innocent smile tugged at your lips as your husband gave you a less than pleased look.

"Hello darling" You say while trying to sound like you were up to anything but no good. He quirked an eyebrow at you ever so slightly in suspicion, watching closely as you came into the room and shut the door behind yourself. "...To what do I owe the pleasure of this unannounced visit, Professor?" He finally spoke back after a moment of judgmental silence, his voice upholding its normal monotonic fervor.

A weak, unconvincing chuckle left your mouth as you walked over to him as casually as you could muster. "Oh, nothing. Just wanted to see you is all. Not so bad, right?" Severus' black orbs followed your movements, clearly not impressed. "Seeing as it has evaded me that I didn't marry a woman of sound mind, I will remind you of a previous discussion." In slow, cool steps he came closer to you. And closer. Until the backs of your legs hit the edge of a desk. "..We are to keep a professional air when at work. Is that understood, Y/N?" No response. You stared up at him with an orphic look in your eyes. He was so close you could feel his breath fanning softly against your face.

You swallow lightly, trying to find the words to respond. Though, it was hard, and a shaky exhale came out before anything verbal did. "I.." Your tongue darts out momentarily, wetting your lips. "Sorry." Is all you can muster. Your response was less than satisfactory, and his eyes slowly analyse your face. "Sorry?" He repeats in a slightly mocking tone. You nod your head in response, "Yes." A dry hum came from Severus at your weak confirmation. His lips pursed into a thin line with narrowing eyes. Suddenly, he dipped down and scooped you up in his arms bridal style. He'd made up his mind to something in which you where completely clueless. "Severus what are you-" "Silence." He interrupted.

A small huff of irritation came from you, but you complied with his command without any further protest. Still, that didn't stop the pout that formed on your face. He carries you back to his desk, gently placing you on the edge of it. When you went to open your mouth to speak again, he dipped a hand beneath your dress. Your eyes widen in disbelief and a red color spread across your face. "Tsk." He gives you a scolding look, the tips of his fingers pressing against your damp panties. "Pathetically eager, aren't we?" He said dryly as his fingers snaked beneath the moist fabric and touched your yearning flesh. A sough noise left your lips, earning another scowl from him. "If you had any semblance of self control, you'd do best to keep that pesky little mouth of yours shut." His voice came out like a cold hiss in your ear a he spoke. A stark contrast to his tender touching between your thighs.

Two fingers gently ran along the length of your sensitive flesh before they slowly dipped inside you. A small whimper crept from the back of your throat, and you tucked your face into the crook of his neck in attempt to muffle yourself. His thumb found your clit and circled it lightly as his fingers pumped in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You let out a little whine of protest at his teasing, only for him to make no change. "C'mon Sev, please. Give me more than that.." You plead, getting an amused scoff from him before he responded. "Always the needy one" And with that, both hands came to your hips. They gently grip the waistband of your panties before slowly sliding them off your legs. Your eyes watch his every move intently; hungrily. He frees himself from the tight restraints of his trousers, already fully hard. You part your legs further, giving him room. One hand lifts your dress as his other moves to hold your hip.

"Keep. Quiet." That was the last thing Severus said before he slowly pushed into you. Your breath hitched at the feeling and you body felt like it just burst into flames. Finally. He rocked his hips in a gentle pace, giving you slow, deep strokes. You slid your hands beneath his arms and placed them on his shoulders blades, gripping at the fabric of his robes. He pulled back until it was just his tip in, then pushing all the way back in. It was good. But not the satisfaction you so desperately craved. His breathing grew heavy and his brow furrowed, mean while you felt more needy than you had all day. He was still teasing you. Cruel was the man you married. You buried your face into his neck and bit down on the skin that peeked out from the collar of his robes. He let out a small grunt, snapping his hips forward in retaliation.

A sharp whimper left your lips at the feeling. That was more like it. You bit down harder, trying to get more out of him. "Quit it, you little brat." He hissed through gritted teeth, his hips snapping forward once more. "Stop tormenting me then" You whine back, your words coming out a murmur against his skin. Suddenly he hooked his arms around your thighs and put your ankles over his shoulders. In the process your back fell flat against his desk. He shot a glare down at you as you looked up at him with wide eyes. At this angle, he was able to push deeper into you. His hips moved at a quicker, more rough pace. Tender moans and whimpers left your lips as your face contorted in pleasure. As if your noises weren't enough to give away what the two of you were doing, wet sounds emerged from your bodies joining together, over and over again. His facial expression was that of a sneer, though the look in his eyes was far from it. Heavily lidded and glazed over with lust.

A low moan of his own left his parted lips, his expression relaxing. So much for keeping quiet. A warm knot had since formed in your lower stomach. Growing hotter and tighter with each erratic thrust Severus gave into you. With every one your body rocked up and down against the desk, only adding to that knot. It was like you could feel every nerve in your body buzzing with pleasure. Tensing and curling on one another. Causing your body to tremble with the intense throbbing between your legs. If there was one thing Severus was good at, it was bringing you over the edge. Even at the disposal of his own release. He angled his hips slightly, then hitting that special spot inside you with each snap of his hips. A long, needy moan erupted from your throat. That knot pooling in your stomach grew tighter. Aching like a sore thumb. Pulsing in all the pleasure point throughout your body.

He could feel his own need starting to rise. His hands moved to your barren thighs and gripped them as gently as he could muster in his state. He needed to feel your skin. Warm and soft flesh beneath his large, rough hands. They knead the supple flesh of your legs, squeezing and massaging them. As if he were trying to make a distraction for himself but failing miserably. "I forget how utterly pathetic you can be," He chokes out with small grunts escaping in his speech "like a bratty child begging for punishment". He grits his teeth once more, feeling you begin to clench around him. Clamping down like a hot, slick vice. His words, though somewhat belittling, added to the delicious fever that plagued your body. His voice, deep, almost like a purr. The smooth, sultry tone he took. As if it were velvet or butter. Caressing your quivering core.

And then you finally reach your boiling point. Pure ecstasy rippled through you like a title wave. Crashing through your core a gushing out all over his length. He continued to thrust in and out of you through your release, prolonging your pleasure. Slowly, his movements came to a stop, and the sound between you two faded. Either of your breathing was labored and uneven. A weak whimper left you as he pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. He gently set your legs down, to which you slowly began to sit up, only for him to push you back down.

"Lay back down you silly woman, I'm not done with you yet."

Hi guys! I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, I've been super busy as of late. I currently have roughly four fics in the makings right now that should slowly come out over the next few weeks. But, as always any requests I get will come first.

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Fake, Barty Crouch Jr x Fem. Reader

You walk into Professor Moody's class only to find another man there. What happens next?

A/N: The following below is nsfw, teacher × student. The reader is set to be 17 and a seventh year, so legal within the Wizarding World.

Enjoy!

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You should have knocked. Came at a different time. Another day. Anything but just walk straight into his office. You were going to see Professor Moody to ask a question. A question in which you couldn't even recall now. When you had walked into Moody's office, he wasn't sitting there. Instead, there was a dirty looking man with somewhat greasy brown hair. He'd been sitting lazily on the sofa against the wall with wand in hand when you had barged in. Any words you had intended on saying died in your throat when your eyes landed on the man. His head perked up at the sound of the door opening, and for a moment your eyes locked. Instantly, you knew something was very wrong. That you shouldn't be there. Quickly as you could muster, you spun around on your heels and attempted to flee the office.

To no avail, since the door slammed shut in your face. It locked just as quickly as it closed. Ice cold fear trickled down your spine. The kind you'd get as a little kid when faced with your worst fear. A small strained groan came from the man behind you as he stood up. "It's a shame really," He spoke slowly "I was hoping to not have to kill any students just yet. Seems lady luck has yet again over-looked me." Calculated and heavy footsteps drew close to you. One by one. Like a predator stalking its prey. Until they stopped just behind you. You could practically feel how close he was. A breathy chuckle left the man. Very hesitantly and very slowly, you turned around to face him. Your head was down and your gaze glued to the floor. There was hardly any space between the two of you.

"Oh, a (house name)?" He cooed curiously after taking a glance at the crest embroidered into your robes. He placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to get a good look at your face. Your eyes lock again. A wicked grin formed across his features, and his tongue flicked out of the corner of his mouth. Like a snakes would. "Miss Y/L/N, what a surprise. I would have thought you have better manners than to just walk right into a room without knocking" He lifts his wand up and drags the tip of it along your jaw, his tongue flicking out a few more times as he did. "What to do with you now is the question.." As he spoke, he ran the tip of his wand down your neck. Your eyes follow his movements as best they could. It took you a moment to realize who this man was. But sure enough when you did, that fear you felt upped by at least ten.

He was Bartemius Crouch Jr. You'd read about him in some old news letters before. "I could torture you, or just kill you right out" Internal panic had set in, and you needed to find a way out of this situation and quick. "Neither" You manage to croak out. "Oh? And what do you suppose I do instead? Surely I can't just let you go" Your eyes dart around the room, desperately looking for some sort of escape. There was none. You needed a distraction or something. "Why.. Hurt me, when you can do much more.. Pleasurable, things to me?" You tried not to sound scared, but you couldn't help the tremble in your voice. His eyes widen with only what you could describe as sadistic intrigue.

"Oh naughty girl" His tongue flicked out once more as he took a step closer. Immediately, you took one back and only pressed yourself to the door. He slipped his wand into his pocket and used that same hand to cup the underside of your jaw; keeping you looking up at him. The touch of his warm and large calloused hands sent a spark throughout your body. "Perhaps I should" Admittedly, he was attractive. So up close and personal, you could see every one of his features. He was dirty, gross, but oddly hot. Very hot. "I think I like me a bad girl" As he spoke, his voice dropped to that of a sultry whisper. Meanwhile his thumb lightly stroked over your cheek. "I think the bad girl likes you" The moment those words left your mouth, his lips were on yours.

Your eyes go wide and a strangled noise leaves you. Though, that initial shock disappeared rather quickly as your eyes flutter shut and you return the heated kiss. His large hands move to your body, touching it eagerly. One goes to your breasts and kneads at it. While the other finds your waist and holds you close to him. He presses his hips to yours, grinding the tent in his trousers against you. He tore his lips away from yours and began to trail open mouth kisses down your neck. As he did, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you up against the door. "And does the naughty girl like this?" He murmurs as he grinds his hips against yours.

A low chuckle came from the back of his throat at the gasp you gave in response. "How cute, she does" His crotch presses firmly into yours, rocking at teasing pace. A small whimper leaves your lips before you could stop it. That friction felt fantastic against your wet core. Suddenly his arms are tight around you and moving you to a wall rather than the door. You instantly cling to him out of fear, egging on a sadistic chuckle from him. "Poor thing" He coos mockingly, one of his hands moving from your body to unfasten his trousers. He let out a low whine at the feeling of his hard length being freed from the tight restraints that were his bottoms.

The noise he let out went straight to your core, only adding to the blossoming feeling there. That same hand he used to free himself went to the apex of your thighs, stroking you slowly through your knickers. He smirks at how soaked your knickers are, then leaning his face into your neck. "So wet, practically running like a tap" His tone his teasing and sultry. He pulled the fabric aside, lining himself up to your entrance. "Last chance to back out, naughty girl." Though your body trembled and your eyes were blown, you managed to shake your head. "No, please, keep going" You croak out, sounding just as pathetic as you looked. He grinned then pressed himself to your entrance. His hips jerked, though he didn't enter you. He chuckled slightly in amusement. Teasing you was fun and thoroughly amusing.

The way you whined and made needy faces. It made him more excited. After teasing you for a few more short moments, he slowly started to push into your welcoming core. "Bollocks, that's good.." His voice came out a low murmur as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips steadily rocked, sliding in and out of you with slick ease. He let out low whines and breathy groans every so often. His length pushed deep and massaged your most sensitive flesh. Progressively, his movement picked up in pace and force. Holding for a while before doubling on itself before he was bucking up into you desperately. He'd since buried his face into your neck, breathing heavily into your skin. His noises got more frequent, mingling with his body twitching.

His voice was like honey in your ears. Oozing down through your body and filling your lower abdomen. Warming hotter and hotter until it finally reached its boiling point. Spilling over and dripping down his length. The clench your body gave around him as you found your release triggered his own. His hips bucked in a pathetic and desperate manner as he finally came with a breathy whine. Steadily slowing down thereafter, both of you breathed heavily. Uneven, gasping breaths. His body went slack against yours, pressing you firmly to the wall. He gave a strangled grunt at he pulled out. After, his head lolled back from your neck, a weak and tooth grin plastered on his face. His tongue again flicked out before he spoke.

"I think I'll make you my plaything now"

Hi guys! I know I'm still relatively small, but I am taking requests! I try to post as often as I can so feel free to drop suggestions in my asks :)

I will do:

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• Harry Potter

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Romantic Maybe?, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader

A date gone wrong

A/N: More fluff! This one is kind of shorter than my other works. Sorry guys 😔 @jasperpasta

Enjoy!

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"The weather's been so nice lately" You sigh, slumping against the table you were seated at. Your boyfriend, Neville looked down at you in mild confusion. His brow furrowed slightly, "Is that a bad thing?" You huff at his question, her gaze flickering up to his face. "No, just gonna miss when it goes y'know? I feel like every time the sun comes out I never go feel it" He takes a moment to silently process your words. It had been nice out for the last couple or days. Sunny and warm. It was late Spring too, so the grass was green and comfortable to lay on. He remembered once you mentioned wanting to go on a picnic before. This was the perfect opportunity for him to take you on one!

It'd been a while since your guys' last date. Not to mention he could use this as a double to making one of your wants become a reality. He could try to make it romantic even. At best he felt like a total twat when it came to being romantic. He was awkward and fumbled over himself a lot. But, he did try. He tried hard for you. His attempts were nothing short of sweet. They made you feel special; valued. Which you were so deeply to him. And so, he made his decision: he was going to take you on a picnic. "Neville?" Your voice rang through his ears, drawing him from his thoughts. He hums in response, standing up as he did. Suddenly he just up and left the Great Hall. Which left you confused.

He'd never done that before. Up and leave without any explanation. Nonetheless, you chose not to question it for the time being. He would have a good explanation later. Meanwhile, Neville went off to go formulate his plan. First he'd need a blanket, obviously. Where he'd get one that wasn't off his bed, he didn't know. After a bit of thinking, he concluded he'd ask Hermione for help. So, he went and tracked his friend down. It didn't take very long seeing as she was in her usual spot: the library. Once he had explained what he was trying to do, she more than happily helped out. "Really Neville, this really is sweet of you. Does she know?" He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "Uhm, no. I'm trying to surprise her. Be romantic, maybe?"

Hermione let out a laugh. "Oh Neville that is! I'm positive she'll positively swoon" After working out a few more things like a basket, food, where to even have the picnic. Though, over the course of the three days it took him to put it all together; you'd noticed a strange behavioral in him. He was more skiddish than usual, in a cute sort of way though. Nonetheless, it sparked some worry within you. Respecting his feelings, you ultimately decide to wait for him to come to you about it. Whatever it was. And he did! Just, not at all what you'd been expecting. "Okay, cover your eyes. Trust me, I promise I won't let you trip" You let out a nervous giggle but did as he asked anyways and covered your eyes with your hands.

His hands gently held your hips as he led your outside of the castle. "Is this what you've been so secretive about the last couple days?" He let out a sound somewhere between a nervous chuckle and a groan. "Maybe? You'll see in a moment" He knew he didn't sound very convincing. In fact he knew that he was being rather obvious. But, point was he was trying. After a bit of walking, he came to a stop and gave your hips a gentle squeeze. "Okay, you can look now" You lowered your hands from your eyes and instantly gasp at the sight in front of you. Though it definitely wasn't perfect, it was cute. And the effort put into shown greatly.

It wasn't perfect like he'd hoped it would turn out. The blanket Neville borrowed from Hermione was laid out, and on it sat enough food for two. The type of Prepackage foods and snack you could buy in Hogesmead. Fizzy pop, crisps, sandwichs and some berries. That kind of stuff. You let out a joyful scream and instantly hug him. "Neville you remembered!" He held you against him and let out a flustered noise when you kissed him. A big smile spread across his face, accompanied by a heavy blush. "I uhm, I tried. It's not-" You cut him off. "No no, it's perfect. I love it. Thank you" He decided against arguing with you and simply nodded in response.

The two of you sit down. "So," You start, but there's a loud crash that startles both of you. Then sudden and heavy downpour. He let out a sharp gasp and you shrieked. Quickly as the two of you could muster, you pick up everything and book it for the castle. By the time you get back inside, the both of you are laughing and soaked go the bone. "Bugger, I'm sorry Y/N" Neville sighed with a furrowed brow. "Whatever for?! That was fun!" Your happy reaction relieved him slightly, but he couldn't help the guilt that ate at him slightly. He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at you with disappointment. At himself, not you. "I should have asked Professor Trelawney to look into the weather for me, or-"

You again silence him by cupping his face with both hands. "Nev, I promise you that it's okay. I loved the little moment you gave me. The thought was sweet and there. So thank you" A look of surprise fell over him. "You.. You're welcome, Y/N" He mumbled somewhat breathlessly. How you were so kind was beyond him. But, he learned to stop questioning it a long time ago. "And Nev?" He perks up a bit, his hand coming up to hold your wrist. "Yes?"

Without another word, you kiss him.