#bvbysblurbs:neville

[bvbygrl-writes]

Hornee thought buuuttt imagine chilling in Nevilles common room and you're on his thigh, making out hard, and he's teasing you, touching you everywhere then his friends walk in and you get embarrassed and shy and get off him really quickly but they saw anyways. And they start teasing you about the wet spot you left on his thigh while Neville is just proud

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the way I never know if my fingers are gonna type in 2nd or 3rd person is wild

THIS BLURB IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.

Everyone else had decided to head to the Quidditch game, Slytherin vs Gryffindor meaning not a singular person could be found that wasn't out there in the stands watching it go down. Well, every person was present besides you and Neville.

The two of you had split a spliff about half an hour ago and sometime between then and now the cuddling and soft kisses you two had been exchanging turned into a mess of tangled limbs and sticky, wet kisses. You became hyper aware of the way your pussy was tingling between your legs as Neville let a low growl escape from his throat. His lips brushed against your, his large calloused hands palming at the soft flesh of your ass.

"Look at you, petal. Getting all worked up from a bit of kissing. Haven't even touched your pussy and yet I can feel it drooling through my slacks." he teased, dragging his lips along the nape of your neck. You whimpered at his words, continuing to rub your messy cunt against his upper thigh.

"Feels so good, Nev." you whined out. He coos at you, beginning to suck at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Everything felt so slow and overwhelmingly pleasurable. You didn't notice he had moved his hands to your front until he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin causing you to yelp, jumping a bit. Resting his forehead against yours, he gazes into your eyes deeply. Teasingly, he drags his thumbs under the waistband, knuckles gently brushing against the top of your pubic bone.

"I love how needy you get for me. Always such a messy little thing, baby." he mutters, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling. You lean forward, lips clattering together clumsily but he easily corrects it, deepening the kiss as he slips his tongue in. The cold metal of his rings digs into your skin as he guides your hips, the tent in his pants poking at your thigh with each movements.

Before either of you could fully register what was happening the sound of happy singing and cheers came close way too fast. Pulling away, you turn around catching the sight of familiar faces as you try to climb off of Nev's lap with haste. But it's too late, your skirt is all wrinkled, a plethora of bruises on your neck and chest along with your kiss swollen lips. Neville looks less disheveled than you, making you think they wouldn't comment on anything.

"Merlin, Neville! And I thought we were having fun at the game!" Seamus said, pointing at the large wet stain on the front of his tan pants. Ron, Dean, and Harry begin to laugh. The stain was a large portion of his upper right thigh, but also a bit near his crotch.

"That's like a bloody fountain, (L/n)!" Ron said, his eyes wide as his eyes flicker from you to the stain.

You audibly gasp as you see it, hiding your face in the side of his chest. It was all too embarrassing for you to handle. Did you really leave that big of a mess?

"Are you saying you've never made a girl that wet before without laying even a finger on her pussy?" Neville says, raising a brow. The laughter from the boys dies quickly as they draw their attention from the stain to their suddenly interesting shoes. "No? Or better yet, I've doubt any of you have even made a girl that wet in general." he scoffs, pulling you into his side as he stares up at them. "Amateurs."

[bvbygrl-writes]

Imagine after that night at the lake she tries to go back to how it was but he keeps making seemingly innocent comments but there's always a mocking undertone that only she could understand, and even in front of other students he'll whisper degrading and dirty things to her like he was giving school advice and she finally breaks after weeks and shows up to class with one of her old skirts from her yearly hogwarts years that's now too small just to get even more comments from him because she can't deny how much she loves it. Such a stark contrast from the helpful and adoring professor everyone knows and the one that calls her a dirty slut for not wearing panties to class

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Pairing: Professor!Neville Longbottom x Student!Reader (part 2 to this)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: student / teacher relationship, degradation, slight mention of cum play

18+ MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

After that night at the lake, things had seemingly gone back to normal on the outside. However on the inside, both of them were in replaying the scene like a movie.

Neville had tossed the girls clothes a bit closer to the edge of the lake before turning and walking off, leaving (Y/n) with her heart and mind racing. Deciding not to push her luck she climbed out of the lake with haste, quickly beginning to put her clothing on. She started with her vintage night gown, reaching down to put on the matching underwear. However she gasped, mouth agape at the state of them. The crotch part of her underwear was filled with a puddle of cum.

Her eyes watched as Professor Longbottom's mouth moved, speaking words she couldn't focus at all during today's lesson. The corners of her mouth turned upwards slightly as the Herbology professor smiled, answering a student's question. How was this the same man who had said such dirty things to her? Who sat there, defiling her with the mere intensity of his gaze?

Her thighs clenched shut under the table as she remembered the feeling of her cum filled panties. The way his semen felt sticky and warm against her throbbing clit. Shaking her head, she ran a hand over her face as she tried to tune back into the lesson.

"And to end this lesson, I must say while I am not suggesting you sneak to the lake to see how much better the water is for certain plants, I am saying to be careful!" their eyes locked on one another as he continued with his speech. "Some of the most insane and unbelievable things have been known to happen there." he finished, the pitch of his voice dropping. "Class dismis...sed." he shook his head, the students fleeing from the greenhouse before he could even finish his words. But as usual, (Y/n) lingered around.

"Are you staying for tea, love? I put the kettle on towards the end of class so it'd be warm. We can look over your notes to make sure you've got the lesson down." he asked, setting down two beat up mugs on the table in front of them. Her body relaxed at the smell of fresh peppermint tea wafting up from the cup, the steam causing her face to grow even warmer.

"Of course, Professor. I actually had a question on..." she drifted off, clearing her throat at the feeling of his soft chest pressing against her back as he peered over her shoulder. The girl had to practically pierce her tongue with her teeth to keep from moaning at the scent of his gentle cologne invading her senses. She felt her body heat up as she realized not a singular note had been written on her scroll. A layer of goosebumps and sweat coated her body as he chuckled, noticing her lack of notes as well.

"Seems like you missed the entire lesson despite being present the entire time. Perhaps your question was about....something else?" he whispered, the stubble on his face gently scratching the side of the girl's face. She froze, stuttering a bunch of nonsensical words. He had her right where he wanted her and they both knew it.

"N-no! Um, just the lesson. I was wondering if you could explain it to me again but a bit slower?" she managed to get out, proud of herself for even being able to utter anything with the position they were in. Neville rolled his eyes, thanking Merlin that she couldn't see his expression from behind her, sighing as he walked over to the plant he had used in today's lesson.

"Right, of course. Well today...."

Weeks had gone by, and Neville was still finding ways to get under her skin. The little things he'd whisper into her ear during class, the looks he'd give her, and the not so subtle touches he'd place on her body were all slowly eating away at her composure. She was trying to wait, keep things at least somewhat professional until the end of the month when she'd no longer be his student. But that was proving to not be working by the infinite amount of wet dreams she had, the times she'd have to change her panties between classes, and not to mention all the times she had sat there for hours trying to satisfy that pit in her stomach.

Rolling over in bed, she groaned looking at the muggle digital clock she had, the bright red numbers glaring at her angrily. 3:15AM. Every night, every fucking night, she'd lay here tossing and turning coated in sweat from her impure thoughts. The aching between her legs growing more and more. Something had to be done and she knew just exactly what that was.

This plan was so unlike anything she had ever done before but, desperate times called for desperate measures. She had managed to get away with setting it up, slipping into class while Mr.Longbottom was having a conversation with one of her classmates. And during his lecture, she had zipped her robes up completely, making sure her legs were covered and out of sight. She let him do his usual whispering in the ear, not even making an attempt to ignore him. She'd let him have his game during class because once it ended, it'd be her turn to play.

As the final student made their way from the class, (Y/n) started to second guess her choice. Her hands were clammy and sweaty and she was sure if she were to cough, her heart would lurch from her throat. 'It's now or never, (Y/n/n). Don't be a pussy!' She said in her head. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat causing the older man to look in her direction.

"It's quite a warm afternoon isn't it, Professor?" He hummed in agreement, smiling at her as he went to lock the door.

"It is. Perhaps we can go borrow some lemons from the elves in the kitchen, make us a pitcher of lemonade." He said, turning to face her. "I know a cozy little spot in the forest with a nice amount of shade."

"Or.." she trailed walking in his direction slowly, her hand on the zipper of her robe. The sound of it gliding down was the only sound either of them could focus off. "I could just cool down like this." her robe dropped to the floor, revealing her attire. Her skirt was small, the bottom of her ass peeking out from below the pleats, pussy on full display with a light layer of arousal along her lips. Her top was most definitely an issue (if you could call it that) as well, the buttons barely held together around her chest, the top few left undone with her cleavage on display.

Neville's pupils darkened as he swiped his hand across his face almost as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. Silently he began to walk around her in circles, taking in her full appearance. She turned her head to follow his gaze.

"Don't move, face forward and still. You wanted to display yourself to me, for me to objectify and stare at you like this, hm, petal?" he chuckled, dragging his finger through the folds of her pussy with his finger, causing the girl to whimper. Bending down to her eye level, he put his slick covered finger into his mouth, moaning as he taste her. His eyes closed, an expression of pure euphoria present before he began to look at her once again. "I thought you were a good girl, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt during your little whore's bath a few weeks ago but this? I know this was intentional."

He gripped her face with his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Were you walking around like a whore all day? Who else did you flash your cute little pussy to?" her eyes widened, as she attempted to talk, the hold he had on her jaw tight.

"No one, sir! Just you, I-I changed into this before class. It's all...for you." she spluttered out. This side of him that came out when they were alone was intimidating and honestly, a bit frightening. But, she loved every second of it.

"Good. Go bend over my desk so I can show you something those little 7th year boys could never."

[bvbygrl-writes]

Professor!Nev finding his fav student skinny dipping in the black lake after hours, get off to them but gets caught and instead of him getting embrassed he starts mocking them and calling them dirty names for being so exposed and perverted👀

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SORRY HAD TO GET MY LATE NIGHT WORKOUT IN

but I'm so excited to write this! Okok I hope this is good because I'm a little rusty. This ended up being way longer than I expected.

Word Count: 740

Warnings: student / teacher relationship, voyeurism, drinking, degradation

18+ MINORS / BLANK ACCOUNTS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Although Neville could be a bit nutty at time, he knew he wasn't imagining it. The faint sound of water splashing along with the sounds of humming were carried along in the warm air of the late summer night. His eyes flickered to the wall, staring at the time, his brain stuttering a bit at the arms of the clock. 1:30AM.

Now, Neville wasn't a stickler for the rules. Not as a student at Hogwarts nor now as his time as a professor. However, if a student were to drown in the lake with him knowing that they were out there and he didn't do anything? He'd forever have to live with the guilt on his conscious and mind.

Lighting the candle in his handheld lantern, he began to walk towards the sounds, muttering something under his breath about how he'd rather be in bed sound asleep. As he grew closer to the Blake Lake, the blurry shadows soon began to form a familiar shape. His eyes widened as he took cover by a tree, peering behind it. On the shore of the lake laid an empty bottle of fire whiskey. Typical for students rowdy and excited for the nearing summer break. However, what was most shocking was who was in that lake and the state they were in (no doubt due to the fire whiskey).

(Y/n) was a student who he was quite familiar with. In fact, she was by far his brightest and most favorite of students. She excelled in every aspect of Herbology and had told him once she was gone this year, she'd love to work doing something with plants. But, as his eyes trailed over her body, (s/c) skin glistening with water droplets in the moonlight, plants were the furthest thing from his mind.

Up until this point, their connection to one another had been purely educational. He was her Herbology teacher and she was simply his student. The late night teas they had in the greenhouse together, the rare times he'd catch her out of bed and would join her in the kitchen for a late night snack, the after school sessions where he'd answer any questions she had about the lesson that day, all professional and appropriate.

But, he could barely control his hand as it reached to unbuckle his belt. His mind was in a trance as he shifted his pants down, beginning to use his precum to jerk at his cock. And his eyes? Oh his eyes were completely locked on her.

He had never seen her move so freely, she was always quite a reserved and controlled girl. Nothing but smiles and soft giggles all around. But in her drunken state, her body twirled and swayed in a sensual and yet untrained way. His hand sped up around his cock as she turned in his direction, the sight of her hardened nipples sending an electrifying jolt down the back of his spin.

His eyes made their way down every nook and cranny of her body, focusing in on her pussy. He thought about how thrilling it'd be to stand behind her, delicately stroking and playing with her clit before absolutely demolishing her.

"Professor?" the delicate sound of her voice drew him from his thoughts, his hand slowly it's movements but not completely stopping.

"Why are you so shocked? You're the one out here prancing and splashing around in the lake like a drunken whore." he said, causing her to gasp. A smirk grew on his face as he noticed where her (e/c) eyes were drawn to. They followed every stroke and motion of his hand, her lips subtly parted. "You filthy little minx, out here naked. Who knew you were such a whore, hm? You couldn't even have the decency to keep your knickers on?" he moaned, continuing to stroke his cock. "If I had half the mind, I'd drag you out of there and take you to the headmaster's office right now and I wouldn't even think of handing you your clothes back before I did it. No, I'd keep you just as you are now, bare and drunken."

(Y/n) gulped at his words, the fire whiskey slowly starting to lose it's freeing effect on her. Her eyes connected with his, not so surprised to find he was already looking at her. "And the other half, professor?"

"I'd deal with you my damn self."

[bvbygrl-writes]

I saw that repost now I'm thinking of step-dad Nev 🤤

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I started thinking bout this at work today.

Step-dad Nev wouldn't want to give into his temptations at first. He's been married to your mother since you were a little girl. He's practically raised you.

You even call him Daddy! And from the moment he's met you, he called you princess because you loved fairytales so much. But little did he know you'd grow up to look like one too.

The first time you attempt something, he's shocked and does not reciprocate at all. If you were to sit in his lap or kiss him he'd push you off and leave the house for the rest of the night wondering why he enjoyed it so much.

He wouldn't give into his urges for a long time but you knew you were breaking his composure just by the way he'd look at you. His eyes were always intense and full of lust at your new attire. You'd bought a new summer wardrobe (on his card of course) to look the part of being tempting while still holding that innocent allure.

However, one day while your mom's out of town, he's mowing the lawn and you're in a lounge chair in a yard, sucking on a popsicle as you stare at him from behind the sunglasses perched on your nose, in that absolutely adorable vintage bikini. He's panting from the hot sun and from the sight in front of him. He swears you're doing it on purpose. But, when the ice cream falls on your chest and you stare at him, pink little tongue darting from your mouth to lick it up slowly? He loses it.

Before you know it he's tossing you over his shoulder while going on about how brats need to be taught a lesson.