#nott & reader

[ravenclaws-stuff]

Princess and the B

Barty Crouch Jr x Nott!Reader

Summary: Barty rescues you when your older brother refuses to let you go to the Yule Ball.

Tags: Pureblood Reader, Slytherin reader, Ravenclaw Barty, fluff, mention of weddings, Yule Ball

“I forbid it.” Tiberius declares, silencing the common room. The only noise heard in the dungeon ishelake splashing against the window. “Ti, that’s not fair. Everyone else is going.” His glare sharpens as he stalks forward. “I do not care if you find it fair or not. Since Father passed, it is my job to protect you. I cannot let you go to the ball with a boy who will defile and use you to get closer to our family name.” I sigh, stubborn tears pull in the corner of my eyes. “Ti.” I whine, stomping my foot. Sure I am acting like a child, stomping my foot, but surely Tiberius can’t control every aspect of my life. Just because he is head of house does not allow him to act like my father.

“Nott, may I interrupt?��� Barty Crouch Jr steps in between, creating a wall between my brother and I. “What do you want Crouch? Aren’t you supposed to be up in your bird’s nest?” Tiberius snaps, furious at the intrusion of our conversation. “Well since your dear little sis just wants to go to the ball so bad and you're worried someone will use her, which is unlikely with how smart she is.” Barty sends a wink over his shoulder, causing a blush to appear on my cheeks. “Seeing as I am a Crouch, who’s vault is just as vast as the Notts, why don’t I take her?” Tiberius eyes squint questionably as he looks at Crouch. “What do you get to gain from this?” I look at Crouch, one of the most eligible and most desired men of our year. What does he gain from taking me?

"First off, I wouldn’t have to keep fighting all the desperate witches throwing themselves at me.” The common room erupts in chuckles and scoffs, reminding me this conversation was very much public. Barty steps back, falling beside me. “Plus she is great company.” His hand hovers over the center of my back. Tiberius looks between the two of us. Minutes pass as the common room waits. “Fine. I will allow it.” I scoff as Ti leaves, returning to his room with Malfoy. “Don’t expect me to thank you. You, Barty Crouch Jr, are not my hero.” I snap, ignoring the giant smirk on his beautiful tan face. “Whatever you say princess.” I stomp my foot, turning to leave. “Go back to your nest Junior.” His belly laugh fills the common room. “Good night Princess.”

My hands run over the navy blue dress, wiping any creases (and anxiety) away. “Darling, quit fretting. Junior is going to drop to his knees when he sees you.” Narcissa brushes the hair out of my face. I nod. She was right. I am hot. Barty is lucky to be my date. No need to panic.

“Thank you Cissa.”

My heart thundered as I walked down the stairs. Salazar, why am I so nervous? This was a mutually beneficial deal. I get to go to the ball without Tiberius breathing down my neck and Barty won’t have to worry about girls flinging themselves at him.

The air in my throat catches as I notice Barty at the end of the staircase. His jet black hair styled perfectly. His dark green robes perfect. The soft smile on his face. Perfect.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, princess.” I take his arm, fingers curling around his bicep. “You look acceptable, Junior.” I tease, a lazy smirk on my face. “You know you will say my name willingly by the end of the night.” The twinkle in his eye almost made me believe it. I giggle, leaning my head against his shoulder as we walk into the Great Hall. “Not a chance.”

Four Years Later

“One more dance. Please.” Barty whispers, his arms wrapped around my waist. His chapped lips leave a small trail of kisses from my neck to my bare shoulder. I giggle, leaning into his hold. I stood in the middle of our bedroom, dressed in one of his shirts. “B, I’m sleepy.” Barty chuckles, spinning me around. “Cmon, princess. It’s our wedding night.” He presses a kiss to my cheek. “One more dance for your dear husband.” I yawn, nodding. “Whatever you want, love.” Another kiss, this time on my nose. “Anything?” I tilt my head up, a twinkle in his dark gray eyes reminds me of our first dance. “Anything. Within reason.” His head falls back, a hearty chuckle falls from his lips. “We are Crouchs. There is no reason.” I giggle, swaying in place. “I love you B.” Barty leans down, pressing a slow kiss to my lips. “I love you too, Princess.”

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

[lanadelreylover11]

I feel like a virgin when I search up “x Reader” with a new character I like

[sp7-mr]

[tsukimirecs]

SLYTHERIN // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

REGULUS BLACK

le lendemain matin

the salt and the sea

forever

the better of two bad options

a pen

the door

the black heir

distraction

THEODORE NOTT

love is sour grapes

by netws & nott

something stronger

like snow on the beach

the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you)

TOM RIDDLE

desiderium

love again

from the glue

salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink

midmorning

effects of amortentia

DRACO MALFOY

our little secret

honeydukes

firsts

how could i ever forget?

makeup

draco malfoy with shy!male!reader headcanons

cherry juice

MATTHEO RIDDLE

the cat

puppy eyes

the game

rainy nights m.r

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

like nobody else

[winnysplayground]

“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.

[poltoreveur]

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

[actually-mentally-ill]

finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”

[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[cruel-seduction]

Your boyfriend isn’t just fucking you—he’s ruining you.

Face down, ass up, knees burning against the mattress, you're barely holding yourself up anymore. Your arms gave out five minutes ago, but that didn’t stop him—nothing ever does when he’s in one of his moods.

His pace is relentless, deep, punishing, like he’s got something to prove, like he wants to break you. His cock slams into your cunt over and over again, stretching you open, forcing you to take him, to keep taking him, even though your body is shaking, even though you’re gasping for air between sobs.

��Oh, what happened to all that mouth, huh?” he taunted, voice sharp, mocking. His hand came down hard against your ass, making you whimper. “Talked all that shit—now look at you. Crying like a dumb little whore. Where’d that attitude go, baby?”

You can’t even answer. Your mouth is open, but all that comes out is a broken moan, spit dribbling down your chin as he fucks you so deep your toes curl.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles darkly, snapping his hips forward harder, making you jolt with every thrust. “You begged for this. Begged me to stretch you out , begged me to fuck you so dumb you couldn’t even think.”

And he is.

Your thoughts are mush, your body isn’t your own anymore—it’s his, only his, to use however he wants. And he knows it.

His hand snakes down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing harsh circles over the swollen, throbbing bud. The shock of pleasure makes you scream, legs kicking out as you try to squirm away, but he only tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you still.

“Nuh-uh, baby. You take what I give you,” he grunts, drilling into you harder, each stroke punching moans out of your lungs. “I think you can give me one more, can't you baby?”

Tears spill from your eyes, wetting the sheets beneath you. “P-please—”

“Please what?” he taunts, leaning over you, pressing his chest against your back, breath hot against your ear. “Please don’t make you cum again? Please don’t keep wrecking this pretty pussy?”

Your body betrays you, clenching around him, sucking him in even deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, hips stuttering for a moment before he collects himself, hand smacking against your ass, the sting making you yelp. “That’s it, baby. Get nice and tight for me—gonna make you cum so hard you forget your own name.”

You’re already there. Already gone, falling apart, nails clawing at the sheets as the pleasure builds too fast, too intense, too much—

And then you break.

Your whole body seizes, pleasure detonating through you in sharp, white-hot waves. You sob, scream, legs kicking weakly as your cunt milks his cock, tightening so much it hurts.

“Shit, look at you,” he groans, watching as your body spasms, as you sob through your orgasm. “Such a messy little thing. You love this, don’t you? ”

You’re too wrecked to answer, too lost in the feeling of him still pounding into you, using your body even as you tremble through your orgasm.

His thrusts grow erratic, deeper, needier.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

With a sharp growl, he slams deep one last time, shoving his cock in to the hilt as he fills you, thick ropes of cum spilling inside your ruined pussy.

For a moment, all you hear is the sound of his heavy breathing, the rapid pound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

Then—

“Damn, baby,” he huffs, pressing a wet kiss to your shoulder. “You good?”

You can’t even move. Can’t even think. All you can do is lay there, gasping, legs still twitching from aftershocks.

He laughs. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

His fingers drag through the mess between your thighs, smearing his cum along your puffy folds. “Hope you didn’t think we were done.”

And before you can even catch your breath, he’s flipping you over, pushing your knees to your chest, spreading you open to ruin you all over again.

[theyloveniahhhhh]

Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[lilaccmilk]

Jealousy is a disease and he apparently has it chronically. You didn’t expect your boyfriend to get so jealous after seeing you talking with a man who’s obviously hitting on you. Can you really blame him? You’re so pretty and so fucking kind, these idiots think that they have a chance with you. He’ll deal with that guy later but you, oh you should’ve known better. So it’s not really a surprise when you’re laid on your stomach, on your bed and his dick is pistoning into you. In and out, In and out, In and– yeah you get it.

He is so painfully big that everytime he thrusts in he’s kissing your cervix, nudging you deliciously, and you’re so far gone. If he couldn’t guess by your wetness leaking onto his dick, or the way you had him in a vice like grip, then the mindless babbles of ‘sorry’ or ‘more’ definitely gave it away. He’s stretching you out so good, you consider riling him up more often. And his words….god his words.

“C’mon pretty, you can take it yeah? You were being all cheery with that fucking guy, use your big girl words yeah?” As you both reach your climax together, you feel ropes of white hot cum filling you up.

You think he’d stop, but oh, you’re sorely mistaken, he keeps on thrusting, somehow more eagerly now, you’re overstimulated and you try to put some distance between you, but he just pulls you back onto him, “Tsk tsk tsk, no. You don’t get to run away not after your little stunt tonight.” He increases his pace as hot tears roll down your cheeks out of pleasure. There’s a creamy white ring forming around the base of his cock as he drives in and out of you. Wet squelches filling up the room and he is hellbent on making sure you know you’re his. “She’s talkative tonight isn’t she?” he starts, and you know he’s talking about your pussy, “at least she knows, how to talk to the right people.” And he doesn’t stop. Not until he has one more, and another and another and “One more please pretty? You can do it f’me yeah?” and all you can do is nod.

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Gojo Satoru, Yuji Itadori, Ino Takuma, Ken Sato, Theodore Nott, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Miguel O’Hara, Sylus (L&DS) + your favs!

Let me show you how proud I am to be yours / Leave this dress a mess on the floor - Good for You // A$AP Rocky & Selena Gomez

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3