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magicxlimagines · 7 years

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Starting backwards // Neville x Reader // SMUT

Request: Hello could you please do an Neville Longbottom X Slytherin!Reader? So, (Y/N) is seducing Neville but he thinks she's just kidding because someone HOT AS HELL as the reader wouldn't like someone like him. Cute ending and smut (dominant reader please) please. Your works are amazing!

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Thanks for requesting! + Thanks for the compliment <3 This is gonna be a fun piece! Reader and Neville are both in their seventh year. Reader is also Slytherin as requested here. Most of the other characters are my oc’s, other than who you’d recognize, like Ginny or Luna. *** indicates smut starting.

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Word count: 2,667

“Neville- she’s looking at you again,” Ginny whispered, nudging the oblivious boy. No one could honestly call it ‘looking’- you were practically eye-screwing him. Ginny had only said it that way so Neville wouldn’t choke on his dinner and make a fool of himself.

He turned to look at your intense eyes and felt his face go hot. “N-no, she was probably just staring at how I just ate my piece of pie weirdly.” He shook his head as he turned from your burning stare and back to the Gryffindor table.

Ginny made a face at Neville, who was using his fork to play with his food. Neville cleared his throat, feeling Ginny’s annoyed and exasperated stare burning into his soul. “So- err- do you think Harry, Hermione, and Ron are all right? It hasn’t been too long, it’s just the start of the year, but I do hope they haven’t given up on trying to basically save humanity…”

Ginny then gave Luna a pointed stare, urging her to say something, as Neville probably wouldn’t listen to her at the moment. Luna caught her stare and spoke up. “Neville, I am sure the three are doing just fine. Although I’d like to inform you about some Fangwig Bizzid’s- a brand new find on new creatures based on my father's observations, I think you need to talk to Y/N. You know, the pretty, clever and ‘hot’ Slytherin you always talk about?”

If it was possible, Neville flushed even more than before as he shook his head. “What? I never talk about her…” He muttered.

Ginny rolled her eyes and continued to eat her breakfast, as well as Luna who watched Neville with a concerned look in her eyes.

When Charms rolled around midday, the Gryffindors and the Slytherins started showing up in Flitwick’s class. You were one of the first ones in, getting your books, parchment, and quills ready for the class. When more fellow classmates started to arrive, you waited for your friend to come in and sit by you.

As soon as she did- her being the last one in, Professor Flitwick spoke up from his desk. “Alright, class. Although I have nothing against any of the houses, mind you, it seems that your two houses right now- Gryffindor and Slytherin- seem to… quarrel more often than other houses. You may think it silly or strange of me but as of now and today, you will have new seats. Permanent seats for this whole year. One Gryffindor next to one Slytherin.

“You will see your names glow, hovering above the new seat you will be at for the next number of weeks you will be here at Hogwarts- until you graduate and leave. Please try to find your name and take your new seat.”

Most of the class groaned, but you didn’t mind. All the houses were great, but because you were just a tiny bit biased, you knew Slytherin was the best of the best.

When you saw one new name appear hovering above your desk; John Welborne, you stood up, gathered your items and went to the side of the classroom to try spot your new seat.

Your best friend (from Slytherin) Olivia frowned sadly at you as she watched you move away. A Gryffindor- whom you learned to be John, took the seat beside her and gave her a small smile, introducing himself.

At least Olivia wasn’t going to be stuck with someone that didn’t seem horrid, yet.

When you spotted your name, you saw that it was next to the boy who caught your attention; Neville Longbottom. Although you were extremely giddy on the inside, you walked coolly and calmly towards the boy who diverted his attention elsewhere when you sat by him.

“Hi, Neville,” you started. He nodded in acknowledgment. You huffed, knowing this was probably all the interaction you’d get with him if you couldn’t help it. As the teacher started, you decided to try show Neville that you really liked him (in more ways than one). Whilst the professor was facing the blackboard, you ‘subconsciously’ pushed your quill off your desk.

Muttering a very quiet ‘oops’, you slid off your chair, stood up and bent down instead of squatting, hoping that not many other guys are watching you- that Neville had his full attention on you. You heard someone clear their throat from in front of you, it was Olivia. She watched the whole spectacle and smirked. She mouthed at you when no one else was really paying attention.

“You minx!” She grinned. You smirked back at her and turned around quickly, catching a few guys snap their heads towards the professor. You smile knowingly to yourself. What disappointed you was that you didn’t see Neville staring at your behind.

He was still facing the blackboard, taking some notes casually as if nothing happened. You frowned, not knowing that Neville was having an incredibly hard time controlling himself, not to pin you to the wall and take you right there.

Neville was struggling, mentally and physically. He couldn’t help his heightened sexual male hormones when you bent down, but at the same time, he was thinking if you did that for him, or for the other boys behind him.

Surely it was for the other boys… right? She’d never like a guy like me. He thought disappointedly. You, on the other hand, were still thinking of ways to drop even bigger hints.

During the times that Flitwick was talking to the class about the subject, you made little moves, like brushing his hand when you got something from your bag, biting your lip while you were writing, thinking or listening, bringing the tip of the quill to your lips and so on.

When Flitwick went to talk to a group of students far in front of you and Neville, you mentally smirked. Leaning towards Neville, you begin to whisper. “Hey Neville, do you think you could help me with something tonight? I need a little extra help on… something.”

He flushed profusely, glancing at you, your face bowed down a tiny bit to accentuate the intense atmosphere surrounding the two of you. Neville gulped before replying, hoping that his voice wouldn’t crack.

“Uh- sure? W-what do you need help on?”

“Just wait outside my common room tonight, midnight.”

He nodded, turning back to the front, still dazed about your proposal on him helping you with something. He was confused on why you didn't clarify, but nonetheless wanted to see you at such a late time.

When Flitwick returned to the board to talk to the class, Neville took a quick glance at you- something he regretted.

You were staring at him, mouth twitched into a smirk. And then, you winked.

Neville was flabbergasted- packing up slowly when the Professor looked at his watch and dismissed the class. You had packed up and left as quickly as you had winked, leaving Neville sitting by himself.

When the time came to go to your dorms and get some rest, you were taking a shower in the bathroom. Stepping out and getting dressed into a silky and thin nightdress with a fluffy robe over top and some fluffy slippers, you wandered into the common room to stay up and chat with some friends. When half-past nine rolled around, you headed up to your dorm to quickly freshen up.

You lay on your bed, pretending to rest and get ready to sleep when you felt your eyes starting to actually droop. “Shit!” You muttered. You shook your head as hard as you could in your slightly sleepy state.

“Lumos,” you whispered, wand alighting slightly at the tip. You felt for your watch by your dresser and looked at the time. It was 11:57 pm, Neville was hopefully at the Slytherin entrance in a few minutes.

You crept out of your bed and into the common room, frowning at the fact that you were below the lake. “This is ridiculous… The best house is under the damn lake…” You quietly talked to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief as you made your way to the entrance.

You quietly said the password and from the other side, you saw a shocked looking and sexily disheveled looking Neville.

“Y-Y/N? You said you needed some help, from me?”

You nodded shyly, a tad too sleepy to try too hard. “Come in, please.”

“Y-you look sleepy, perhaps I should help you with it tomorrow?”

You shook your head vigorously, suddenly becoming wide awake. The look on his face, him so flustered, looking a bit tired, still ready for whatever you were getting him to do… It overwhelmed you in more than just a sexual way.

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You bit your lip, pulling his sleeve. “Y/N? W-what are you doing?”

You said nothing, silently enchanting the common room for no disturbances from anyone or anything. You went to sit comfortably on a big couch, staring at him invitingly.

Unsurely, he sat down beside you, looking as confused as ever. You smiled encouragingly as he took a seat near you. Keeping eye contact, you disrobed and sat slightly shivering in your thin, silky nightdress.

You saw him take an obvious gulp, adam's apple bobbing, turning you on even more.

“W-what are y-you doing?”

“This.”

You pulled him by his collar, making the first move. You pressed your lips against his, passionate and needy. He froze in shock, moving his large hands to your waist.

One of your hands moved to his nape and started to gently tug on his hair. He moaned into the kiss, you smirking. Your other hand moved down to his lower region, palming him through his boxers.

He stopped kissing you to groan and noticed you whine at the loss of contact. He pressed his lips to your neck, placing sloppy kisses everywhere. You moaned in satisfaction, body getting hot all over despite the slight chilly nip to the air.

You guided him and pushed him lightly till his back hit the couch. His hands moved upwards towards you, trying to get a grip on your hips. You tutted, shaking your head. “It’s not your turn yet.”

You leaned downwards and held his hands above his head, teasingly kissing his face and neck; everywhere but his lips.

He pouted slightly, clearly impatient. You slowly leaned down, getting closer to his lips. As your lips were just about to touch his, you rolled your hips, right on top of his rather large boner.

He let out a throaty groan, bucking his hips lightly to grind into yours. You silenced him by pressing a kiss to his lips. “If you stop moving your hips… I just might give you something better than just grinding…” You whispered near his ear.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

You smirked, using your wand to turn the couch into a wide bed with four posters. You felt extremely dirty doing this in your house’s common room, but at the same time, it excited you so very much.

You muttered an incantation to tie his wrists to the bedpost and worked your way downwards. You kept your eyes on his hooded ones as he watched you go down. You pulled off his boxers, his previously restrained cock now free.

Licking your lips, you took the base in one hand and used the other to massage the head. “Who’s gonna be a good boy for me?” You whispered.

“Fuck, m-me,” he replied, clearly struggling not to just rip the ribbon and push your head down.

You smiled sweetly, causing his heart to flutter at the sight.

You licked from the bottom of his shaft to the very tip, swirling your tongue. “Fuck!” Neville hissed, the ribbon tickling at his wrist.

You pressed light kisses all over his cock, his head being thrown back each time you got closer to the tip.

Out of the blue, you took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks.

After a while of sucking and teasing, you could tell he was close. Releasing your lips from his cock with a slight ‘pop’, you hear him whimper at the loss of touch.

“Patience, baby boy.”

You slipped off your nightdress and watched as his eyes roamed around your naked figure, you feeling a bit self-conscious but not showing it.

You moved towards him more and hovered above him, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips.

“Are you ready?” You softly ask. Gulping, he nodded. Using your hand to guide his dick to your entrance, you slowly lowered yourself on him.

Throwing your head back, you moaned, feeling the bliss of his cock finally inside you.

"Fuck, you're huge! H-holy sh-shit Neville!"

You started to bounce up and down, rotating your hips every now and then.

He bucked his hips upwards in time with you to reach deeper angles and soon, you were a whimpering mess above him.

Neville wanted so badly to reach up and grab at your breasts, but the ribbons prevented him from doing so. He felt so restrained, so annoyed that he couldn't touch you.

You leaned forward and kissed him. You then untied the ribbons, seeing the way his fists clenched at not being able to touch your body.

His hands immediately went up to your waist, him pulling you closer and thrusting harder.

"Fuck! Neville!"

You scratched at his back, letting him take a bit of control. He groaned at the feeling of your walls clench around him, slowly teetering more towards the beginning of his orgasm.

"Neville!" You screamed, him hitting your g-spot. You climaxed around him, panting hard, body covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"Fuck! You're so tight, Y/N!"

You felt his dick twitch in you and felt his hot seed spill. After a few last sloppy thrusts, he pulled you into a tight embrace, face buried in the crook of your neck.

You were still a bit unsure of whether he genuinely liked you or not, so you stayed still in his arms, not turning to face him but not escaping his embrace either.

He might just be sleepy... You thought sadly to yourself. You shut your eyes, enjoying the feel of his arms around you.

You were still wide awake but you pretended to be resting.

He reached for his wand and soon you hear heard him mutter something, and out of nowhere, he pulled a thick blanket over the two of you.

Then, he whispered your name.

"Y/N? You still awake?"

You nodded, gulping, and turned to face him. "Yes?"

"Would now be an okay time to tell you that I love you?"

At that statement, you were extremely puzzled. "Y-you love me?" You whispered back, unsure if this was a dream or not.

"Yes, and I know it might seem weird, hell, it is weird, you probably don't even really like me back, although you did just screw me, you probably don't like me because why would anyone as gorgeous, kind, clever and witty like me back-"

You interrupted his incorrect rambling, kissing him hard.

"This relationship may be starting backward, but yes, I actually love you. And don't ever believe no one would like you, you're the most likable guy in my eyes. You're amazing in so many ways, especially bed-" you winked at him quickly, seeing him smile sheepishly and flush- "and you're extremely sweet and caring. Now, come closer and cuddle me, boyfriend."

His heart exploded at the last word, saying no more as he instantly wrapped you in his arms again, kissing your forehead as you both drifted off to a peaceful sleep, tangled together and officially in love.

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maansijain · 11 years

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Yesterday, we came upon this store called The Second Time Around at 300 Knickerbocker Avenue. We were walking around the neighborhood when the storefront beckoned us inside. The first photo you see here shows off the window display. The works of art that caught my eyes most of all were all done by Bizzid who owns the store with his brother. Brooklyn natives, the two have been running the store for a few years now. Look out for a little video featuring the store and his work.

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savagesneversleepnyc · 14 days

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LBS INDELIBLE or HIVE MIND DIE

The weight we take is often too great to forsake all the many steps and ways it makes haste to step to.

Innocuous intent smells of fresh baked breads we walked through fallow plains with bare feet so discreetly. Sneaky with bellies hungry like tadpoles that glow after eating raw sewage. The new age was upon the dam and the COHO ROE was untold upstream.. AS cohorts revert into red clay dispite endeavors splendid in design.

Caravans cannot handle the damage of the plan to roll out and employ auto biographies they plagiarized and took for granted all in one stroke. Broken hopes sling muddy balls at walls taller then whales being brought up on deck to hack and illuminat e the filth they wallowed in as blind moles…

Portions irrationally spaced out of places we waited on hand to eat feet with open eyes. Hearts exploding in confit emotions vastly injested innocent but irreverent, irreversible entanglement of aborhamt behavior abound

Persephone’s lips tasted sweet like rubbed rubarab cocoons festooned in flaccid elastic bands stitched back in place by two hands

The sorriecfantasy was more vastly irrational but whole easier to execute in a less sincere context. The algae covered rocks waved goodbye to the high tide as nets dug below, stirring the pools slowly and low as leaves fall and turn back to earth sky and die to smile again

The black bear was unaware of the hawk and the mouse and the family in the little house just outside the gates he never wandered far enough to meet. But the smells and the sails tips dripped in seagull jelly and arctic char guts. He would await the sound of the voices then hide in pride inside the cave he made safe in no small bit of effort.

Proteins slow to burn into dreams as the winter eases back and the buds break through honey cold branches at the licked kiss of sun rays in spring. But ant sleep too and knew the ARMY and THE QUEEN were far too mean to touch the sky or see outside the HIVE MIND

$7:45AM J TRAIN TO Bk 4.18.24.0000003

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savagesneversleepnyc · 16 days

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THE GONG SHOWS

(Thoughts on COMEDY, HIP HOP, HARD WORK and RESPECT)

I had come to DENVER in the FALL of 1996 on a GREYHOUND BUS. The trip was relatively uneventful. I watched a braggart kid from CONNECTICUT who ran his mouth the whole way get yolked buying drugs on the street outside the station in CHICAGO. Those places were very dangerous in the 90’s at every stop. It was a cheap way to cross the country, but it would lead a person through a gauntlet of bizarre dead-end places where the dirty dog stopped to collect the living attempting to find greener pastures.

GREG had talked me into coming. I saw him that summer and he was quite pointed about the perilous state of my plight should I choose to not leave NEW ENGLAND and get out west to escape the headaches and severe DOPE CRISIS that was breaking like a wave at NAZZARRE. It was the 90’s and things were seemingly very prosperous and the severity of QUID PRO QUO was profound. CREDIT, LIFE, DEBT, and CHOICE all loomed as they impeached the president and I went away from the dark strange world I was raised in and got on a bus to build a thing in a blank form.

Our doings would lead to a myriad of things and alliances. VICTOR IZITT aka PRIZNA 101 aka DJ RICOCHET, our roommate, and I formed a GRAFF crew quickly with some other kids and would throw our first parties in 1999 as 314 BREAK CORP with our mentor ED SANTIAGO aka NRG BOY. This event would feature many of the crew mates who would charge at endeavors they found clever and proliferated to levels of dopeness to deep to touch here in any correct manner.

COUNTDOWN was held in DEC in 1999 at BUMP AND GRIND cafe on 17th and PENN in DENVER. CLIFF T, the owner, and our big brother let us use the space last minute as our initial plan fell through. The BUMP AND GRIND was a coffee shop, bakery, and drag brunch destination of over 15 years in DENVER prior to much of that type of culture being more mainstream. CLIFF had lived in NY in the 90’s as well as had taken the gritty attitude of DETROIT where he grew up and fused it with the NY roots he came to earn. His hard work supported many of us and allowed a real family of artists and outsiders to gather around a father figure.

GREG and I would riff. It would lead to him pursuing comedy and eventually our collaborations in this space. We threw events in different spots despite the stigma of music and comedy. I was in two HIP-HOP groups at the time and GREG was running the SQUIRE LOUNGE open mic that lasted over a decade. We were speaking on the GONG SHOW I had thrown with BABAH FLY of BUGABOO, one of the two groups I was in. The show had been a cool idea but the spot was some odd biker bar in a pocket no one even knew existed. While this may have been sick if we wanted to stage some COCK FIGHTS or perhaps get that FIGHT CLUB we kept hinting at starting in motion.. But BAD IDEAS tend to stay stagnant for good reason.

(It is not possible to remember which idea really came first as the dates for them were close)

We stumbled into the idea of doing an actual GONG SHOW but really making it more in the mean-spirited SQUIRE LOUNGE model GREG had already formed. He pitched his comedy partners who were a decent size crew at this time and all agreed it was a great idea. Initially, the idea of YOU SUCK GET OFF THE STAGE and putting DAVE SOTO in a CASER suit was all just the ball rolling downhill. We somehow found the real GONG SHOW GONG that MR CHUCK BARRIS himself had WACKED to end the MEAN JEAN dancing and so many other people's blind charge at FAME.

The show was a nightmare in a lot of ways. It’s easy to DJ or just do COMEDY. Not a lot of moving parts. The show we built had a shitload of performers of a varying degree of skill, songs that would need to be played and cued, video and audio cues to be flown in live from the board, and an entire banter of judges on stage as GREG paraded the stage of the ORIENTAL THEATHER. He would take the stage as the monster he would allow himself to transform into called BOBBY VALENTINO. This person was a version of my boy but was the EVIL PURE SITH version of him that was the DOG he kept muzzled at all times. The act of letting this person stand on stage and act out this mustachio’d fever dream of filth was stepping deep into the chummed waters in a sausage suit…

The show went off in flying colors despite the massive technical problems mostly due to the use of DVD content in the live show. Most of the performers and the actual content given to my AV guy were OLD and used DVDs that were not fit for home play much less a production. These disasters would really rock the booth and boar but ultimately it was never a thing I let get to me. The shows would run 3 nights usually and we ran it 4 times I feel like. Each one is more complex and pro than the last. The first show did have the BUKAKKAE ALARM CLOCK skit GREG and I wrote like so many bits just being fools talking shit at the BUMP AND GRIND.

The roots of that CRUEL demand for the best and funniest stuff were rooted in that hungry world we came out of. The characters we came up with in that scene have gone on to define a era in COMEDY and put our CITY on the MAP. It’s a proud thing to look back on. So many names that are too numerous to mention respectfully. It’s been amazing to see the organic way true people delivering and producing shows and working with love will invariably rise up and create a legacy. I do not ever claim anything beyond what I know I’ve done and never waited for anyone to tell me it was ok. This was offputting I guess and it made me leave DENVER. I’m proud to represent my home even though it’s not where I was born. DENVER is a place where many writers find themselves on the journey. It’s a strange and mythic place I love and hate in equal measure. So many memories of joy and such deep loss and sadness. Some of the faces of the sublime humans I know still knock on my door as I awake daily. But the faces of the EVIL folk who I had to face and pass on were not jokes and warned the young people that it is not a joke.

The West was won in AUDACITY. The concept of MANIFEST DESTINY is a QUID PRO QUO of taking the land from those who were there in AUDACITY and clutching a GUN and BIBLE on the other hand. This is not a debatable fact. But to forget this trespass and pass on is silly. The West was won in BLOOD and ACTIONS GOOD, BAD, and UGLY. But the actions of simple passion and love all live side by side as those monsters ride off to rob another train or train their sights on the next slow-moving animal to poach.

The GONG SHOW is a moment in the AMERICAN MYTHOS that represents the common person being allowed the 15 seconds ANDY has promised in jest. But the AUDACITY to be a FOOL or be COOL is a thing that most don’t know. It’s easy to see a comic, deejay, producer, artist, writer, chef, or human as a thing you get to judge and talk out an opinion on. This is everyone’s right. BUT PLEASE KNOW. If you do not make, do, say, think that thing you choose to run your YAP ABOUT… It is fully permissible to have a REAL ONE tell you quite simply and plan that it’s not your place and it’s probably best to respectfully STFU.

FOR G.B. 314 and VICTOR PRIMO IZZIT 314

5:37am 4.14024.000003

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savagesneversleepnyc · 1 month

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