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I posted 226 times in 2021

183 posts created (81%)

43 posts reblogged (19%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.2 posts.

I added 615 tags in 2021

#neville longbottom - 71 posts

#neville longbottom imagine - 70 posts

#harry potter - 68 posts

#neville x reader - 68 posts

#harry potter imagine - 64 posts

#neville longbottom smut - 62 posts

#harry potter imagines - 57 posts

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#neville x y/n - 55 posts

#neville x you - 44 posts

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#neville longbottom fan fiction

My Top Posts in 2021

Could you maybe do a Neville x Fem reader where they are going at it in the boys dorms and Neville is being really dominant, like choking, spanking, degrading..etc and the other boys walk in mid way? Only if you're comfortable with it of course. Please and thank you have a lovely day^-^

Cockblock. | N.L.

in which the reader and neville are having rough sex, and, well... they get disrupted.

warnings: smut, nsfw, choking, spitting, degrading, spanking, hair pulling, just overall really rough sex, and swearing (lmk if i missed any!)

i literally day dream about dom!neville all the time he’s so fine PLS. oh & sorry for the lame title i just thought it was appropriate lmaoo

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“please, nev, please...” you mumbled out, your thoughts seemingly null and void as your boyfriend teased you with the tip of his cock, gently rubbing it against your clit.

from your little outburst, his hand flew straight to your throat, and your breath hitched. “what the fuck did you just call me?”

you knew you had fucked up, but the teasing was becoming all too much. his nickname truthfully had just slipped out, but you knew that would never be a good enough answer for him,

“i-i’m sorry... please, daddy. i’m sorry...” you whined, your lip quivering, your eyes pleading for him just to ram into you. “i won’t do it again... i promise...”

on any other day, he would’ve punished you for the slip up. but right now, his cock was aching, and watching you whine and mewl only made it worse. he had to keep his dominant act up, so of course he would never tell you how much he needed you. he knew that you had broken a rule, and with that, he had no other option.

“yeah... i know you’re much smarter than that. isn’t that right, my little slut?” he asked, stroking your cheek. it didn’t matter how gentle his fingers were being on your face, you knew what was coming. you nodded your head quickly, just trying to oblige to whatever he says so you can have your sweet release.

but of course, as neville always does, he noticed.

“you know how i fucking feel about not using your words. so fucking say it. tell me what’s about to happen to you. i’m sick of this brat act you’ve had for the past week,” he said through gritted teeth, his hand now squeezing your cheeks to where your lips pursed out. “fucking say it, or i’ll make sure you don’t cum for the next month.”

you thought for a moment, still in the process of trying to collect your lost thoughts. “you—you’re gonna fuck me. hard. a-a-and i’m gonna be your good little girl. just like always...”

he chuckled quietly, his voice raspy and deep, “you’re right, petal. but, you’re not always a good girl, isn’t that right? that’s why you’re in this situation right now?”

you sighed, a single tear slipping down your face, “yes...”

“yes what?”

you quickly corrected yourself, not wanting to push him any further, “yes sir.”

he nodded his head, “good. now open that pretty mouth of yours. and fucking swallow when i tell you to.” he instructed, finally letting go of your face.

you did as you were told, opening your mouth wide for him. you waited as he stared down at you, taking in the small love marks he had left on your breasts just a few minutes before. he leaned down once more, and spit into your mouth.

“swallow.”

and, you did.

when he saw that you had obeyed, he didn’t even give you time to react before he was flipping you over onto your stomach, and rubbing his hands all over your ass.

you whimpered as he did so, the feeling of his hands on you in such a unmannerly way being so delectable.

“don’t make a fucking noise.”

you were relieved at the thought that he was about to fuck you into oblivion, but that all simmered away when you felt the palm of his hand to your ass cheek. if you hadn’t been through this same mantra before, you would’ve definitely made a noise. but you simply put your hand over your mouth, and attempted to hide your cries as he spanked you... over and over.

at one point, you thought it would never end. he was showing you absolutely no mercy. you had always assumed that’s why he loved it so much, though. he could be the dominant one over someone, and he could be the one telling someone what to do, how to do it, where, how, or even what not to do. he had never had that advantage until he met you, and he would be eternally grateful that you accepted him and all of his personal desires.

by the time he was done, you were a sobbing mess. tears, snot, makeup, sweat... all of it. it was all dripping down your face slowly, and you didn’t know how much more you could honestly take.

merlin, at this point, you would’ve taken a cock warming session over this torture.

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445 notes • Posted 2021-04-13 15:58:24 GMT

MASTERLIST!

last updated: 06/26/2021

all warnings are in the actual posts!

REQUESTS! (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS:

neville longbottom

It’s Alright.

in which the reader uses a safe word with neville.

A Cold Night. (Part 1) (Part 2)

in which the reader expects neville to asks her to the yule ball, but goes with ginny instead.

Mute. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

in which the reader doesn’t talk, and neville tries to change that.

A Fun Trip.

in which the reader and neville take acid together, and have a fun trip.

Wow.

in which the reader is given a dare, and she definitely won’t turn it down.

Cockblock.

in which the reader and neville are having rough sex and, well... they get disrupted.

Cramps.

in which the reader is having a really bad period, so her three best friends come to cheer her up.

I Might Really Miss You.

in which neville and the reader are about to die, and the reader finally tells him the truth.

Be A Good Girl.

in which neville makes the reader ride his thigh.

A Few Minutes Won’t Hurt.

in which two best friends “accidentally” fall asleep next to each other.

Did That Feel Good?

in which neville makes the reader squirt on accident.

Mistakes That Last Forever. (Part 1) (Part 2)

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461 notes • Posted 2021-04-02 19:14:52 GMT

2:00AM | N.L.

in which neville & the reader have an interesting text conversation at 2 in the morning. (AU with phones!)

warnings: nsfw, smut, sexting, swearing, pet names

i made this gif btw!!!

bold & in italics = neville / bold = you

(PART 2)

—

you sighed as you flipped over in your bed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. you couldn’t seem to sleep, as every position was uncomfortable, and the air in your dorm was simply too warm. you heard your dorm mates fast asleep, small snores escaping with every breath they took. you couldn’t deny that you were jealous of them, as you would do anything to go to sleep right now.

you picked up your phone that sat on your bedside table, and typed in the password quickly. you figured if you wouldn’t sleep, you could at least preoccupy your mind by scrolling aimlessly on social media.

as you scrolled through instagram, pausing on hermione’s spam post to see her huge rant about some random girl she had disliked, (of course it was lavendar brown, but of course she would never state that publicly on social media) a familiar name popped up as a snapchat notification.

neville longbottom🪴

you opened snapchat up, and opened his snap to find a simple picture of his face, but the camera only showed his nose and up. there was no caption, just a random snap. you simply ignored it, thinking he simply just sent it to the wrong person.

but, your eyebrows furrowed when something else popped up:

neville longbottom🪴 is typing...

you opened the chat, staring blankly at the screen as you waited. you and neville were by no means close, but he had helped you out a few times with herbology. you couldn’t deny how sweet he was, and you were shocked to find out that girls weren’t crawling all over him. you and him had texted before, the conversation even slipping into sensual territory, but you barely even spoke to each other in person.

why’d you leave me on opened? ):

you rolled your eyes as you automatically began to respond,

thought you sent it to the wrong person lmaoo

neville longbottom🪴 is typing...

no... i just wanted to see how you were lol

you furrowed your eyebrows at the text, but shrugged as you came to the conclusion that he could most likely fill your boredom for the time being.

oh. well, i’m fine ig haha

that’s good, why aren’t you asleep tho? it’s 2

idk... i should be asking you the same thing mr longbottom (:

mr?

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517 notes • Posted 2021-05-22 07:17:54 GMT

Pretty Flower | N.L.

in which neville wants to ruin the reader.

warnings: smut, nsfw, corruption kink, soft dom!nev, sub!reader, fingering, overstimulation, fluff!!! (lmk if i missed any!)

fine..... if no one will write nev with a corruption kink then i suppose ill just have to do it myself.

(edit: this....... may have come out WAY longer than i wanted it to.... but.... i literally couldn’t stop writing....)

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it hit him out of nowhere. he never saw it coming, nor never even anticipated the concept on its own. yet, when him and his friends walked on the bridge that day to get back to hogwarts after holding the first secret DA meeting in 5th year, everything seemed to flip.

it was a snowy day that day, the the snow painting white on the ground for miles. there wasn’t one single spot that hadn’t been left in ice. you decided to indulge in the weather that day, as winter had always been your favorite season. especially when it came to being at hogwarts, because winter just seemed so... different there.

you skipped along the bridge, humming an innocent lullaby to yourself as your feet had a mind of its own. you didn’t know where you were going, but you honestly didn’t seem to care either.

maybe it was fate that brought you two together that day, as you two had honestly crossed paths before, but never in a way like this.

you heard small chatter erupting from straight ahead of you, and you saw the group of intimating gryffindors you had always tried your best to stay away from. they weren’t bullies or anything of the sort, there bravery just really scared the bones out of you. you had always been more shy, timid, and honestly weaker. so, seeing the group practically made your skin crawl.

as you neared them, you expected just to simply walk past them, and them pay no mind to you. but before it happened, you heard hermione granger make a small joke about a girl named cho chang to the harry potter. it earned a few grins from the people in the group, and a frown from a girl in your year, ginny weasley. ginny was probably the only gryffindor you had the strength to speak to, as you two had been partnered up many times for different projects and assignments in your classes. little did you know, the whole group knew about you.

you mentally pleaded as you reached them, just planning on stepping out of the way without a word. but then:

“oh! hi, y/n!”

fuck.

you halted, grasping onto the strap of your bag a bit tighter,

“oh... hi?”

ginny had sent you the small greeting, and the whole group stopped.

“oh! y/n! how are you?” hermione chimed in, sending you a small smile, already noticing the slight trembling coming from you.

you glanced at the gryffindors, and gulped before responding,

“fine...” you breathed out, hands how shaky, “you?”

neville had always believed that he was shy, anxious for no reason, but when he saw you? his whole mindset changed. you were a whole different type of shy... innocent. your fragile voice imprinted itself into his mind, and he even furrowed his eyebrows at the thought.

“just fine! say... you wouldn’t happen to know any place we could hold—discreet meetings, would you?” hermione smirked, sending harry a wink.

you pondered for a moment, not knowing exactly what she was talking about, but definitely deciding that you did not want to get yourself involved.

“um—no... sorry...”

you glanced at the disappointment on their faces, and harry sighed.

“it’s fine... we’ll find a place ourselves, i suppose...” ron added, looking over at his two twin brothers who were seemingly plotting something.

“well... bye...” you muttered, looking down as you began to walk away.

hermione furrowed her eyebrows, “hey! wait a second!” she called out, and you turned around, still just wanting to get away from them. “you want to be apart of something cool?”

hermione and harry lightly explained it to you, and red flags went off in your head reminding you that this was breaking the rules, and that you would definitely get in loads of trouble if umbridge ever found out.

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716 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 02:38:08 GMT

Polaroid | N.L.

in which neville finds some interesting polaroids of his girlfriend.

warnings: light sexual content, nudes lmaooo, swearing, but fluff!

this is ib by a lot of different ppl so creds to everyone really!!!

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“so... remind me again what we’re looking for, longbottom?”

neville looked over at his gracious friend dean thomas, who joined him walking up the steps to your dormitory, as well as seamus.

“um—i let her use my favorite sweater a couple of days ago. but, it’s freezing outside and i don’t think i’ll last without it. she told me i could just go in her dorm and get it, and i might need your guys’s help.”

seamus laughed at his friend, “of course you do! because even if something was standing right out in front of you, you wouldn’t even see it!”

neville rolled his eyes at seamus’s teasing, as he was plenty used to it by now. but, they continued their journey to her dorm before their trip to hogsmeade.

when they finally arrived, they stepped inside. seamus and dean’s eyes trailed to the hanging bras and knickers that had been drying out since earlier that morning,

“wow... should’ve came in here sooner!” seamus joked again, nudging dean’s arm. neville shot them both a look of disapproval as he parted ways to his girlfriend’s closet, already beginning to rummage through it.

seamus of course was already reaching to touch one of the bras that hung near y/n’s bed,

“don’t touch my girlfriend’s bra, finnigan!” neville snapped, practically sensing his sneaky friend’s intentions. seamus rolled his eyes and plopped down on one of the beds.

dean assisted neville in looking through y/n’s things, being very careful not to invade any of y/n’s privacy, but especially dean. seamus of course made jokes about how it smelled like a flower shop from all the perfume, how much makeup and clothes were thrown everywhere from the girls’s hurried manner that morning. neville would just roll his eyes and barely even spare a moment of attention to the cackling irish boy.

at one point, neville began to open a few drawers that he suspected to have the mystery sweater. he sighed as he looked through clothes, blushing at the sight of his girlfriend’s lacy underwear, even attempting to imagine how she looked in them. but as he lifted up a hoodie, his eyes widened at the items he looked at.

he slowly reached out and picked up a small stack of polaroids, and observed them.

was this y/n? no. it couldn’t have been. but even then... that would be worse if it wasn’t her. he could’ve been looking at another girl’s naked body, plastered out on the four poster bed that he stood next to.

but, nope. that was definitely her. he could tell by the way her nails were painted, and the way her hair hung in the picture. his face was blood shot at the sight of her bare breasts, her clothed, then after looking at another polaroid, her unclothed heat.

“bloody hell...” neville muttered, gawking at the pictures.

they were literally just pictures of her naked. naked as she could be. and from the looks of it, it seemed as if she had gotten one of her friends to take them for her. he gulped at the thought, a feeling of envy coming over him as he processed the thought of her giggling with her friends as they snapped the pictures.

“hey, mate! is this it?”

dean’s voice made neville shove the polaroids back into the drawer shakily, and he slammed the drawer shut before looking over. dean was holding a sweater in his hand as he raised an eyebrow at his friend’s sudden nervousness.

“um—yeah... that’s it.” neville replied, walking over and grabbing it from dean’s grasp.

dean and seamus questioned his odd behavior as they exited the dorm, but neville told them it was nothing. of course he wouldn’t tell them that he just found polaroids of his gorgeous girlfriend sprawled out on her bed, naked and touching herself.

but, as the day went on, neville couldn’t seem to get the polaroids to leave his mind.

—

neville’s behavior had become more awkward than usual, and when you would greet him, he acted like you were more of a girl he fancied rather than his actual girlfriend. he would fumble almost every sentence, and he couldn’t even look at you straight in the face.

so, finally, you told him to meet you in your dorm later on to study for an upcoming potions test. he agreed nervously, and thoughts began to run through his head of all the possibilities.

when the time came, you two were sitting on your bed, reading over notes silently. but, the silence was deafening to you. you missed the small jokes that he would make, and how he would lean over to kiss you every so often.

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971 notes • Posted 2021-05-20 06:31:51 GMT

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