Nev fluffy smut there he’s choking the reader and accidentally makes her pass out
in which neville accidentally makes the reader pass out during sex.
warnings: light smut, fluff!!!, soft dom!nev, choking, fainting, (lmk if i missed any!)
LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON I’M DOING THIS REQUEST IS BC THIS SHIT HAPPENED TO ME I WISH I COULD SAY I WAS JOKING WKFJWL
maybe neville had gotten a little too caught up in the moment, and maybe he just grabbed your throat a little too tight… and just maybe you were enjoying yourself so much, you didn’t even notice your vision becoming black.
he was pounding into you relentlessly, and you let out loud moans under the silencing charm that neville had placed before hand. everything was going just great, and the both of you were just about to reach your climax.
“my beautiful baby… always takes me so fucking well…” he cooed, his hand wrapping around your throat. you were used to this by now, as choking was something that neville was very much into. and, who were you to deny him of it? it felt amazing when he did it.
the harsh thrusting continued, the headboard clashing against the wall every time. his grip was getting tighter, and tighter, and even tighter. he usually did this without even realizing it, his hands giving you some sort of sign that he was about to cum.
but, suddenly, you breath hitched, and for a moment, you simply thought the pleasure was just too overwhelming. but then, everything went black.
neville’s eyes were screwed shut, and he only noticed your fainted figure when he opened his eyes to look into yours. his thrusts came to a halt, and his eyes widened at the way your arm had fell over completely limp. he quickly took his hand away from your throat, and pulled out of you without a second thought.
“oh—oh my god… baby?” he slapped your cheek lightly, but you didn’t budge. he began to panic even more, “petal? jesus—oh my god please open your eyes!”
you had always made jokes about how you would be the luckiest girl in the world if you died during sex with neville, but he didn’t think you were actually being serious. and of course, as neville was possibly the biggest over thinker in existence, he actually believed that his cock had killed you.
his eyes went teary from worry, still shaking you in an attempt to wake you up.
“please, y/n! please—oh my god! what do i do?!” he began to place small kisses around your face, and even began to sob like a child. “y/n, please! please, please, please!”
finally, your eyes slowly fluttered open. he literally had to take a step back to gain some relief from the panic attack he was having, even though you were becoming fully aware.
“shit…” you muttered under your breath, sitting up a bit, that ache still between your thighs. you looked over at your frantic boyfriend, tears streaming down his face and a look of embarrassment as well.
“nev… what’s wrong, honey?”
he furrowed his eyebrows, “what—what’s wrong?! you—you like—died or something! or—or fainted… i don’t know!”
as much as you tried to hold it back, you couldn’t help but to let out a little giggle at your boyfriend.
“it’s not funny!” he cried out, and he hid his face in the palm of his hands. “i’m—i’m never choking you ever again!”
you couldn’t help but to feel sorry for him, as you could tell that he had been genuinely worried about you.
“awww… nev—come here…” you cooed, reaching your arms out to him. for a moment, he shook his head, reluctant to even come near you. “it was an accident, love! you didn’t mean to! it’s more funny than anything!” you attempted to reassure him, but he was still all over the place about it. you made puppy dog eyes at him, “it’ll make me feel better if you come and cuddle with me…”
as much as he was trying to fight it, he finally gave in. you didn’t seem angry or upset with him, which was a huge relief. but at the same time, he felt like a bloody idiot for not being aware of how tight he was grasping onto your throat.
he laid down beside you, basking in the warmth you provided him with as his head settled into your chest.
“i’m—i’m sorry… i-i-i didn’t know i was hurting you…” he apologized, wrapping his arms around your waist. you chuckled at the apology,
“i’m not angry, nev. i promise i’m not. and plus, i’m completely fine. things just… happen, i suppose.”
“yeah… but i don’t think those type of things include passing out during sex because your boyfriend is choking you way too hard…”
you placed a kiss to his forehead, “trust me… weirder things happen during sex all the time.” he looked up at your his eyebrows furrowed, “like… do you remember when you—“ you giggled before you finished, “you farted during sex?”
he groaned at the memory, wanting the whole scenario just to disappear into thin air. you only laughed at his reaction,
“y/n… why did you have to remind me of that?!”
you giggled once more, scooting down so you could be face level with him, “because… i love you, and it’s not your fault.”
he looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but truthfulness hiding behind them. he sent you a small smile, all of his panic and paranoia suddenly fading away.
“well… i love you more…” he replied, and you pecked his lips, and snuggled even closer to him,
“but… promise me you’ll never bring this up. or—you know… when i farted…”
Anyone knows how I can add my navigation link in the description of my blog?
I am confusion :’)
Try this! But beware that every time you change your description when you’re NOT on mobile, it’ll remove the link to your navigation so you’ll have to redo it every time.
I need some famous/popular Harry Potter writers if that's alright :) I just need to read some really good shit
ofc! i’ll recommend some blogs that i absolutely love and the writing is just amazing tbh —you could always just look through my following since i mostly follow hp related blogs that write!— some of the recs are a couple of moots that i adore and some are more popular blogs that i just enjoy reading from :)
when is your birthday??
Also, happy Leo season!
Eh. Maybe one day.
least favorite work you've ever written?
Honestly, all of my Lucius fics. I cannot write him well.
Also probably the one Fred fic that I wrote. That one was a request and a really good one, but I just totally butchered it.
And also sharks.
whats ur blood type
It’s either A- or O-
Not sure which.
let’s settle this shit but do NOT reblog if you’re gonna be modest about it like a little BITCH. anyway privilege check tell me which ones apply to you: hot, funny, can dance, can do math, can spell, can drive, can cook
This is funny af.
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SO WHAT ARE WE DOING?
Besides filling out the survey, it’s time to show tumblr we mean business and show our displeasure by hitting them where it hurts.
We’re proposing a 24 hour log off as phase one of this protest.
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Like this post and share it AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE. Use the hashtags #tumblrlogoff2021 or #postplusprotest on ANY and ALL social media.
WILL THIS WORK?
Maybe, maybe not. It’s an attempt at doing SOMETHING.
tagging some people because honestly, fuck post+
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the marauders always calling the reader bunny and then they find out the readers animagus is a bunny and they’re all just gushing and it’s pure tooth rotting fluff
“Oh my god we really just got into her head, huh?”
“Our cute little bunny!”
harry with a gf that has bad anxiety and letting her suck his fingers whenever she’s feeling anxious?
“There you go, baby.” Harry hums, slipping his fingers into the warmth of your mouth and allowing you to suckle at the digits. “Good girl.”
Hi! Can you maybe do a marauders fix where the reader is being like punished because she was caught touching herself and the marauders have been ignoring her for about a week. And like the reader is have a really bad day and just needs their hugs but they continue to ignore her. And she skips class and they comfort her when they find out. If you could do this it would be great but if not it’s totally fine.(I love ur writing by the way!)
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: mentions of masturbation, punishment, use of safeword during punishment (not during sex), hurt/comfort, feeling sad, fluff
a/n: i completely forgot i started this and stumbled across it two months later lol
wait we’re back with old man simp hour??? ALAN RICKMAN. no question.
also, if we’re talking abt women, meryl streep in devil wears prada is chefs kiss
UGHH HE IS SO 🥵🥵🥵🥵
as for meryl of course!!!
you seem like an arthur morgan gal
And you are correct.
Yo I just got a Percy Weasley drabble request — I THINK THIS MEANS I’VE MADE IT AS A WRITER.
Hey, you are amazing as a writer. And other people should give you time, really, because you can't force these things. If anything, it makes you feel off, and fuels you with uncertainty. So thumbs up💖👍🏻
Ps: thanks for the Sev drabble, liked it tremendously!
You’re so kind, Anon! Thank you sm!! 💕💕
I AM SO MAD AT U
It had to be done.
Neville Longbottom x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Mentions of war, Blood, Injury, Angst.
Word Count: 2,124
“I suppose that time is now, huh?”
Dried blood and dirt caked Neville’s face. The bleeding had thankfully stopped, but not before leaving a thick trail of it leading from his head. His sweater was dirty and had several new holes in it, some that you weren’t sure could be repaired. But if a few holes in his clothes and a scratch on his head was all he had to deal with, then he was more than content.
Neville swore that his bedroom looked smaller than the last time he had been there. Maybe it was because he was so used to himself being the only inhabitant that it previously seemed much more spacious. He’d admit that his bedroom wasn’t much. Even with being the only child, his bedroom at his Gran’s house wasn’t anything spectacular.
He had a single bed that was pushed against the right side of the wall. It was neatly made with covers and pillows that his Gran assuredly picked out. He had a desk to the left of his bed, organized with paper weights and folders to keep everything tidy. The desk faced in front of the window, the sill was lined with small potted plants, with some that you admittedly had no idea what they were.
Since beginning school at Hogwarts, his room had taken a new direction of decor when Neville found a love for Herbology. His bookshelf contained books that were primarily all about plants. He had held on to his textbooks, as well as purchased (and even been gifted) with a few for his own personal reading.
For a brief moment, it had struck you as odd that you were just now seeing his bedroom after all these years.
“I know it isn’t much, tulip. But it’s home.” He had shrugged, still as timid as ever, despite the fact that he had just completed one of the bravest tasks in the Wizarding world just several hours before.
Neville was right. His bedroom wasn’t much to look at, but you wouldn’t have cared even if he had only a cardboard box to sleep on. You and Neville were there together, safe and relatively unharmed.
You couldn’t say the same for everyone else.
His Gran was more than overjoyed to see the both of you show up at the front door. She wrapped both of you into a smothering hug, her gleeful sobs causing your own eyes to prick with tears at the realization that you had indeed made it out alive.
Neville had hardly said anything since the two of you had arrived. It was like the biggest wave of relief and overwhelming emotions that he had ever felt. He was rattled, shocked, and numb all at the same time. Reality had begun to set in.
The war was finally over.
Neville’s grip was entwined with yours when he brought you to his bedroom, his hand trembling and faintly sweaty. He refused to let go of your hand at any point, not even when you suggested for him to go take a bath.
Neville wasn’t a stubborn guy, but he was adamant that he would not be letting you out of his sight at any time. He was half-convinced that he was hallucinating. He was sure that he was making you up in his head, and that you weren’t really there. He was almost positive that you had been taken by the war, and that he had lost you for good.
On the outside, it was a disturbing thought. To think that he was giving in so easily to the thought of the girl he loved most being snatched away from him. For him to be so used to thinking that there was no way that fate had allowed him to be lucky enough to keep the one thing he couldn’t live without.
You’d just have to know Neville Longbottom well enough to know that luck and fate had rarely ever been on his side.
You compromised with Neville, persuading him to take a shared bath with you to get cleaned up so you could tend to any injuries that needed to be fixed. He seemed content when he followed you into the bathroom down the hall. He started by drawing a hot bath, searching around for a bottle of bubble soap that he thought you’d like. The bathtub in his washroom was nothing like the ones at Hogwarts. It was much smaller, and it took some adjusting for the two of you to fit in it together without being totally crammed against one another.
Once you were situated, it was actually rather comfortable. The warm water felt wonderful on your aching muscles, and even Neville couldn’t hold back the satisfied groan that fell out of his mouth.
Neither of you were in much of a talking mood. What were you supposed to say? The two of you had just fought in possibly the biggest historical event that the Wizarding world would ever see. The odds of both of you making it out alive had been slim. Yet somehow, you had beat those odds.
“You’ve got a cut on your head, Nev.” You pointed out gently, reaching for it and touching around the area carefully.
“I’m alright,” He replied, taking your hand and pressing it to his lips, “I’m okay.”
You softened at his gesture, taking his other hand and holding it securely. Another thick silence fell between you. The only sounds filling your ears were the soft splashing of the water and your racing thoughts. Neville was reminding himself over and over that you were okay. He hated feeling like you were going to disappear if he looked away or broke his touch.
The air was cold when you got out of the bathtub. Neville saw the visible shiver vibrating down your spine when he wrapped you in a towel. He tucked his own towel around his waist to keep it from falling, but used his hands to rub friction up and down your arms. He pulled you to him, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His eyes fluttered closed as he did so, embracing the feeling of you being right there with him.
He brought you to his closet back in his bedroom, rifling through to find something for you to wear to bed. He plucked a light sweater from where it was hanging on the rack, slipping it over your head without a word. He had an older pair of cotton shorts that you stepped into, dragging them up your legs and letting the waistband settle on your hips.
His sweater smelled like him. It offered you immense warmth and comfort that managed to chip away at the exhaustion eating away at you. He sat at his desk, using the handheld mirror to help him see as he bandaged the side of his head where he had been bleeding from, knowing he’d likely have a scar there once it was healed.
But he knew that the physical scars were nothing compared to the emotional ones that were lurking beneath the surface.
You could see that he was lost in thought. He was distracted and completely had his focus set somewhere else. You wrapped him in a hug when he stood from his desk. Your arms linked around his back, your head resting on his chest when he hugged back. You still didn’t say anything. Just breathing together in each other’s presence. He kissed the crown of your head, a shaky sigh escaping his chest when he did so. He never wanted to let you go. If he could have it his way, he’d never let you out of his arms.
“Are you ready for bed, flower?” He asked, noting that it was pushing midnight.
You nodded as you broke the hug, turning and peeling the covers back on his bed. Like the bathtub, Neville’s bed was definitely not made for two. It took some wriggling around and switching positions before the two of you were comfortable, snuggled up next to each other with barely an inch of space to spare.
While you were both beyond exhausted, sleep was far from either of you.
“I want to get married.” Neville all but blurted out.
“Right now?” You asked, not able to help the chuckle that bubbled out of you.
“Well, not now, but soon. That’s always been our plan…hasn’t it, angel?” Neville questioned, afraid for a second that maybe you had changed your mind.
“Yes. We had said we would once we were out of Hogwarts and had jobs to hold us down,” You stated, “I suppose that time is now, huh?”
Neville cracked a smile, the first and only one of the night.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” Neville said, “Professor Sprout is retiring.”
Your face brightened at that. You knew exactly where he was going with this.
“Neville…are you taking Sprout’s place?” You asked.
Neville’s grin remained, and he nodded.
“I’ll be starting once Hogwarts is rebuilt and functional again.” He announced, kissing the tip of your nose.
“Oh, Neville, that’s wonderful! You’re going to be an amazing professor. I’m so proud of you, my love,” You complimented, “I…don’t quite know what I want to do yet.”
“Don’t worry about that now, darling. Let’s just…take a few days off.” He suggested, his grin fading out.
Things got quiet once more. Neville was looking at you through his wide eyes, speaking to you through the dazzle in his irises rather than with words. You looked back at him, knowing exactly how he was feeling and what he was thinking.
“I’m right here, Nev. I’m right in front of you.” You reminded him, your thumb brushing back and forth across the back of his hand.
The sound of your voice saying the very thing he had been trying to convince himself of brought tears to his eyes for the first time that night. When his eyes went glassy with tears, yours filled to match.
“I know,” He whispered, the tears spilling and gliding down his cheeks like raindrops on a window, “I love you.”
“I love you, Nev.” You returned, catching his lips in a quavery, sweet kiss.
Nothing else was said for the rest of the night after that. Neither of you wanted to say anything else. The last several months had been a living hell. You had almost lost each other more than once and in different ways. It had been a painful reminder that everyday wasn’t guaranteed. Any given moment could be the last time you saw someone you loved. It was a harsh truth that many people didn’t learn until it was too late. You and Neville made silent promises that night to end everyday with an “I love you”.
No matter what.
You and Neville lay in his childhood bed, crying without words and without much sound. His fingers trailed your skin, your own touch resting on his chest. You were eternally grateful that the two of you had made it to this point. You had made it out of the war with each other in tow. You didn’t know who to thank or what to make of the situation.
But you did know that you’d never take Neville for granted ever again.
You both knew that you still had a chance at a happy life. You had that chance to fulfill all of the plans you had made. You couldn’t stop thinking about those who hadn’t been so lucky. The people who surely had plans for a grand life and their lives were now lost. You thought about Remus Lupin. Nymphadora Tonks. Colin Creevy. Fred Weasley. All of them were people with so much hope and so much potential for a grand future. And now they were gone.
For reasons you’d likely never understand, you and Neville had been spared from that fate.
You were trying to focus on Neville and yourself. You knew you needed to think about your future with him and how you needed to take advantage of the time you had been granted with. You were going to get married. You were both going to land your dream jobs. You’d have kids, a wonderful family to lead the next generation of great wizards and witches.
You had each other.
Practically the entire night passed. You didn’t fall asleep until the sun was beginning to creep over the horizon, and even then you only slept a couple of hours. Neville never slept that night, staying awake to admire you up close. He loved you endlessly, and he’d love you until fate and luck did run out. For now, he was grateful to have you there with him.
Completely safe and sound in his arms.
do you like writing on wattpad or tumblr better??
Honestly, it depends.
Wattpad (as problematic as it can be) has a special place in my heart because I never would’ve discovered my love for writing if I hadn’t tried it out there first. I like the idea of having a continuous story with my own original plot to build on. However, Wattpad puts a LOTTT of pressure on me. In my experience, to keep your readers engaged, you have to update extremely often. So, if I go longer than two or three days without updating, I start to feel super pressured. That’s my own standards of course, but it’s still stressful.
Tumblr is different, because I don’t write continuous plots on here (minus the occasional two or three part one-shot). So, in my mind, as long as I’m posting a drabble, blurb, one-shot, or whatever at least every so often, then I feel like I’m content and successful. On Tumblr though, I feel like I get wayyyyy less feedback than I do on Wattpad.
They both have their pros and cons, I guess. I don’t really prefer one over the other.
r u updating soon? i've been on the edge of my seat for days
I KNOW, I KNOW. I’ve been putting y'all through it with these last couple of chapters. I’m going to try to update either today or tomorrow, but my priority right now is getting this Neville fic finished.
This is one of the many struggles of being active on both Wattpad, AO3, and Tumblr.
I have a gift for you.
HE’S SO PRETTY MAJDIXJSKSKF but i also have a gift for you.