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frenziedfireworks · 8 months
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Lost Games
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Fred Weasley x Reader
Summary : Gryffindor loses their match and you have to deal with the aftermath.
CW : SMUT, 18+ Characters, f!reader, breeding & degrading kink, spanking, angry!fred, slight dubcon ? (idk), panty gag, sexy time with a lil bit of plot
A/N : tumblr hates me and uploaded my shit weird so heres try 2... also angry fred is awooga
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You knew it was going to be a rough night. With Gryffindor losing their quidditch match that always meant you would have to deal with an unhappy Fred. 
You had dusted off your jeans and made your way down to wait for Fred. The moment his red hair peeked around the corner you opened your arms. He yanked you up into his hold and began walking. 
“Fred! Put me down!” You smacked against his shoulder and the boy just grunted.
“No.” Was the only response you got as you squirmed in his arms. It didn’t take long for Fred to get to where he wanted to be, finally planting you on your feet in an abandoned classroom.
“Fred I’m sorry about-“
“Shut up. I don’t want to talk about that pathetic fucking game. Just be quiet and good for me, yeah?” Fred pushed your form against one of the desks, hungry lips attacking yours at mach speed. You gasped into the kiss surprised at his ferocity. 
“Fred-“
“I thought I told you to be quiet. Or do I need to shut you up myself?” Fred delivered a harsh slap to your thigh and you squealed in surprise. You had always known him to have a temper when things didn’t go his way but you had never seen him this worked up. It was indescribably hot. His fingers trailed over your waistband, lips lapping and biting at whatever skin he could get ahold of. 
“I'm taking these off.” Fred ripped at your jean zipper and pulled the fabric down. The cold air made your skin tingle and you were suddenly aware of the wet spot on your panties. Fred’s smirk grew as he noticed, finger trailing lightly over the spot. You felt your body jolt at the touch and you gripped onto his arms.
“So wet.. How naughty.” He clicked his tongue and his finger dipped into the fabric. A moan left your lips before you could understand what was going on. His dark eyes watched you as his finger rubbed your sensitive nub, waiting for any sound you would make. 
He seemed satisfied with his work, finally pulling down your undergarments. He shuffled your panties into his pocket and went back to his brutal attack. His fingers plowed their way through your folds before he inserted two digits into you. The sensation left you speechless as you threw your head back. Wanton moans slipped through your lips as he began pumping his fingers back and forth. His pace got harsher the closer you got and then it was gone all at once. 
“What-“ You started and were met with a harsh hit to the clit. A small scream erupted from your throat and you were sure that if Fred wasn’t so good at hiding the whole school would’ve heard you.
“I fucking told you to be quiet and you just won’t stop. I really do have to do everything myself.” Fred pulled your mouth open and shoveled fabric into it. You smacked at his arms, confused and shocked at the intrusion. 
“Maybe you’ll enjoy the taste of yourself while I ruin this poor pussy of yours. Bet it gets your sick mind off.” Fred’s hands shook desperately to get his pants off, yanking at the materials confining him. Your hole pulsed around nothing, his crude words and anger making you more and more aroused.
“Fuck me..” Fred’s head threw back as his cock slapped against his stomach. Your groans were muffled through your panty-gag as he spat in his hand and gave himself a few starting pumps.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” Is the only words you heard before he was everywhere. His cock slipped through your wet folds and bullied its way inside of you. He only waited a few seconds before beginning to pound away. His pace was cruel and his words were even more demeaning. It was aggressive and hot, only adding to the growing tension in your stomach.
“Fuck. You were built to take me. Going to fill you up and keep going. Bet you’d like that you little fucking slag.” Fred’s hand whipped at your hip and pulled you into him even harder. His grip would definitely leave bruises tomorrow but in the moment you couldn't care less. His face was filled with fury, each thrust taking out the anger from the failed game. Your body was a rag doll in his arms being used for his pleasure. 
You could feel his pace getting erratic, both of you coming close to your highs. Fred’s thumb came down to your nub rubbing small circles to push you just over the edge. Your subdued screams filled the air as you clenched around his cock, your nails digging into his back. Fred continued to fuck you through your high, chasing for his escape.
“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna fill you up. Take it like the good whore you a-are.” Fred’s voice cracked as his spasms staggered and white ribbons of cum filled you. You rolled your eyes back and pulled your sopping underwear out of your mouth.
“Wow.” Is all you could breathe out as Fred’s head dropped to your shoulder. Your fingers ran soothing circles on the back of his neck as he calmed down.
“Wow is right love. Sorry if I was a little rough..” Fred shrugged awkwardly, pulling himself out of you. You couldn’t help but giggle. The same man had been degrading you not even five minutes ago and now can barely look you in the eyes?
“You’re good. I didn’t expect you to be so mad. Maybe you need to lose more often.” You winked at the boy and he grinned.
“Absolutely not. I always win. But if you want me to fuck you like that more often that can definitely be arranged.” Fred left a few pecks to your cheeks as he handed you your jeans. You smiled and returned the favor.
“I’d love nothing more Weasley.”
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ginevrapng · 9 months
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fred would absolutely be into fucking you when you're asleep(with your consent).
"i know you're sleepy love but can i just feel you for a bit? i promise you won't have to do anything, i'll be gentle, just want to be in you so bad." he knows you'll always mumble a quiet yes, he's asked you many times to make sure it's still okay. he places soft kisses down your neck as he hears your small sighs and whimpers and runs his hands over your body delicately, occasionally ghosting his fingertips down to brush against your clit. he knows at this point you're deep asleep but he whispers in your ear, "you're so warm sweetheart, i love you so much" causing you to get goosebumps.
soon enough he's sliding his cock inside of you, trying to suppress his groan. you whimper again and fred presses his face in your hair, stifling any noises and smelling your shampoo causing him to get more turned on as he slowly pushes into you, letting you become accustomed to his size before he starts thrusting, leisurely and deep. as he gets closer he holds you closer and spills inside you, because not only does this man need you in your sleep but he also needs to breed you. he quickly falls asleep with you in his arms.
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ibbythebee · 6 months
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Anything
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pairing: Fred Weasley x Prefect!Reader
summary: Fred would do anything to see you, 'Hogwart's strictest Prefect', loosen up.
genre: fluff 'n stuff, and only slight angst, also borderline slowburn
warnings: swearing, bullying moments, implied that reader is in Slytherin, lots of teasing, flirting, kissing, Fred is completely and utterly whipped for reader, "your highness" nickname
a/n: not me in the middle of writing a neville fic and then having a shower thought of a fred x reader and writing this instead.
words: 6.9k
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»»————- ⌁ ————-««
You can hear them. And you know it's them, because of the sniggering and that laugh.
By now, when you patrolled outside of class hours you'd find yourself actively seeking out these boys. Today happens to be good day to continue your spotless Prefect record.
With a hand sliding to your hip, you smoothly round the corner of the door to your Potions classroom and as you suspected, Fred and George Weasley are there, huddled over a particular cauldron. Something's clearly already been brewed and Fred is holding a cork screwed flask with the mysterious liquid.
It takes a minute until Fred happens to glance toward the door and sees you there, nose in the air and hands now clasped in front of you. He's trying not to laugh when he sees you, and elbows his brother.
The said Weasley is about to say something, but as he meets your gaze his lips press together in a slightly curved line.
Successful in catching their attention, one eyebrow and then one corner of your lips gently raise. "We've really got to stop bumping into each other like this."
"I think you wanted to bump into us," Fred says with a prominent smile. He looks innocent, just like always.
You neither confirm nor deny his remark and instead stride closer to them. You take your time, head turning in each direction, eyes scanning for any other suspicious looking activity. It feels good, because you can feel their stares and how they wait with bated breaths for your next move.
With a last step you settle on the opposite side of their table. You look at Fred, head tilted softly, studying his expression.
His smile only grows when you reach his eyes and it's finally time to address the elephant in the room.
In a newly straightened posture you say in a slow and sarcastic tone, "did you know... that I can take away points from your House? From each of you, in fact?"
"Oh, come on. Our favourite Prefect. Can't you pretend you never saw us, like last time?" George answers.
"Sorry what was that? You'd like 30 points taken away?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Fred waves with a chuckle, "let's not get hasty. What about... a-a compromise?"
George nods desperately.
Your eyebrow raises again, and you lean back, crossing your arms. "A compromise, instead of taking away your precious points?"
"Yes, we'll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything." Fred glides a tongue over his bottom lip, speaking to you through his eyes.
For once he looks completely serious and it makes you smile in delight. An expression seldom found in your features. It's completely magical and Fred finds no regret to bargaining with you.
"There is something you can do for me," your eyes glaze over Fred's face and then you turn to George, leaning forward over the table on your elbows. "The next Quidditch Game."
"Yeah? Slytherin v Gryffindor. Need us to bug someone?" George grins.
You shake your head and smile again. You're frighteningly beautiful with that curve on your face as you continue. "I need you to make sure that Slytherin wins."
"What?"
Fred captures your attention, so you lean in closer to his side of the desk. "It shouldn't be too hard for you both, right?"
He squints, unable to hold back a smile of his own. In the previous times when you had caught the twins in the middle of scheming, you'd never been so coy with them. Ruffling your feathers a bit was always the boys' goal when getting caught by you, however now that you seem to be playing along, Fred can't get enough. "That's hardly something to wish for, your highness. You can have anything from us, really anything. Don't hold back."
You shrug, "well, that's what I choose."
"But if you think about it you cou—"
"I can take the points off now, if you like? It's really no problem."
"Fine. W-We'll do it." George huffs, and his brother follows with a playful bow.
"Your wish is our command."
"Please just don't take the points off. We'll be kicked out of Gryffindor if you snitch again."
"Me? Snitch?" Your voice drips in sarcastic innocence, and you push yourself off of the desk. Your feet turn to walk back outside first, but your eyes remain on Fred until it's physically impossible to stay focused on him. As you saunter to the door, you feel their gazes on you again and it's oh so satisfying to know that you get the last say. "You need to get better at not getting caught. Because, if I didn't know any better, it looks more like you want me to bump into you."
You turn around to face them again, and stare at the flask in between Fred's long fingers. By some miracle you'd never found yourself to be the butt of their schemes, unlike the other prefects. Even as a chaser of the twins' opposition in Quidditch, you've been the only lucky soul on your team to come out the other end. The question was why? Why spare you?
"Who in Salazar's name threw that?" Your captain shrieks, massaging the back of his head, small flakes of snow dropping to the skin of his neck.
How bothersome, you think, looking around at the rest of your teammates who're busy cooling down after Quidditch training.
"What?! A snowball just happens to gain sentience and hit me, huh? An owl maybe? Just come forward, admit you did it and I'll go easy on you—"
The spray of snow flies off of the captain's head again and you dodge the icy substance in time, some of it landing on your beater and chaser teammate. Everyone exclaims except you, you're too busy scanning over the field.
Suddenly, the burly boy of a captain huffs toward you, and you take a shove to the shoulder.
Stumbling back by a metre, you frown. Increasingly annoyed by your captain's baseless judgements. "What the hell is wrong with you? How many times do I have to tell you I'm a prefect?"
"I know a guilty person when I see one."
You're about to give him a piece of your mind until the idiot is hit again and you stifle a laugh at the noise he makes.
"Clever," he says through gritted teeth. Despite clearly looking at you just seconds before the snowball made contact with his thick skull, his pride is still hell-bent on accusing you. "I knew you were good at school, but I didn't think you'd stoop so low to use non-verball spells for something so stupid."
"Well, I knew you were delusional before, but now it's perfectly clear that you just don't have a brain."
As though your words were a signal, a tsunami of white ice balls appear in the sky and you don't hold back your smile as it pauses over your team. They each look up, faces with panicked expressions, and before they can even begin to escape, the snow crashes down over your peers. Figuring, it's the perfect moment to leave, you zoom out of the field on your broom and land to your feet once you can't see those angry faces anymore.
And that's when you hear him. That laugh, and he's looking at you and combing a hand through his ginger hair, all whilst adorning a satisfied ear-to-ear grin.
"Thanks." Is all you can say at first, then you realise his partner-in-crime George isn't right by his side. "Where's your brother?"
"On the other end of the field."
You nod. When you don't say anything more and turn to leave, you feel long fingers wrap around your wrist. He's warm against your icy skin, and your eyes shoot up, only to be greeted by a soft smirk.
"You're not going to snitch on us are you, your highness?"
"Me? Snitch?" You stop yourself from feeling so giddy about the previous event and instead focus on the fact that would you be doing your prefectoral duties correctly, you would have absolutely told a Professor about the twins. But the adrenaline rush feels too great and so you finally shake your head at the tall ginger. "You were just... watching us practice, right? I don't see anything suspicious about that."
His smirk twists into a genuine smile, and he allows your wrist to slide out of his grasp. A twinkle of mischievousness reaches your eyes, and then you're off, jogging into the distance. A few metres in, you take a chance to glance back to where you left Fred. And you don't know whether it was from training or the adrenaline, but you feel your neck and cheeks flare with heat at the sight of him lean against the frame of the entrance, steadily watching you run.
Clearing your throat, you push your recollection of the past away and take out your wand.
“You know you’re not allowed to use spells outside of class, your highness,” says Fred, his voice playful.
“That’s okay,” you shrug, “because I know you won’t tell on me.”
“Are you quite sure about that?” George chimes.
You nod immediately, the easiest question to answer. “I’m your favourite prefect, am I not?”
Fred’s expression is unreadable to you at first as he shakes his head slowly. He looks shocked, but at the same time pleased and a hint of something else that you can’t quite grasp.
Figuring you’ve stared at him long enough you send the twins’ a wink and the door shuts with a swipe of your wand.
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Your robe is floating behind you, a spitting image of Professor Snape, as you walk with purpose to your class, books cradled in your arms and head held high. You round a corner of the halls smoothly and find yourself at your Potions classroom. It's been a week since finding the Weasleys in there, and you still haven't found out what concoction they had created.
In any case, your class has already begun, and Snape's voice is barely audible with the door in front of you. You let your fingers clench around your books for a moment, taking in a breath. Then you push your way in, and each one of your classmates turn their attention to you.
"How lovely of you to join us, Miss L/N."
Having already predicted the Professor's sarcasm-filled reaction to your tardiness, you hand out a small slip of paper. "A note from Professor McGonagall."
He barely skims over the words and indicates for you to find a seat. Fingers clenching around your books again, you let yourself look over your peers. There's a seat next to Ginger Jorkins from Hufflepuff, but after noticing your stare she's quick to put her belongings where you could have sat. You hold off from sighing, because to your relief there is one more free seat, all the way at the back of the room. Right beside the vacant spot is a familiar head of red hair, and the pain from your tight grip subsides upon seeing him. That sigh you've been holding lets free once you sit down and the class continues.
"Welcome to the back of the class," Fred whispers with his signature grin. "You're with the cool kids now."
"Speaking of..." You glance behind him and frown. "Where's your brother?"
He makes a face. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." And then it hits you. The Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch Game. The compromise. The "make-sure-that-Slytherin-wins" game. The "George-has-been-completely-annihilated-by-a-bludger" and "won't-be-walking-around-anytime-soon" game.
"Oh... right."
Fred simply nods, finding the way you froze for a moment to be equally funny and endearing. The rest of your face doesn't show it, but he notices the panic in your pretty eyes and gives your arm a little nudge. "Hey. The git's okay. Says it was worth the pain because the girl he fancies paid him a visit."
You bite your lip and let yourself focus on Snape, who's mouth is moving, but you can't hear anything coming out. "It's still technically my fault. He looked awful."
Fred leans forward, his head turning to rest against his crossed arms. He studies your features as you attempt to listen into the class. When he speaks, his voice is a whisper again. "Come to Hogsmeade with me."
You give him a side glance. No one's ever invited you to come before and for all you know he could be making fun of you. It'd been hard in the beginning, though you eventually found comfort being in your own presence; drinking butterbeer while other people joked and laughed and shared stories and the gossip of the week. And talked about how they received a pointless detention after being told off from that know-it-all bitch.
"I-I don't..." You stumble upon your words, the crease between your brows growing deeper as you try to recollect your thoughts.
"Yeah, you're coming," he declares. And when you go to protest, he sits back up, sending you a wink.
"AND so..." Snape glares in your direction, "by the end of this class, I will be testing the quality of your potions by using a simple leaf. If it melts you've brewed successfully, and if not... you'll be in here on the weekend till you get it right."
To your surprise, Fred doesn't make a fuss, instead he beams at you with a clap of his hands. "Let's get started then, shall we Professor?"
The said man only grunts in response, so you all begin.
Forty minutes passes by in an instant, and no matter how well you follow the recipe, the liquid in your cauldron doesn't look like a liquid anymore and it smells differently to Fred's.
Wait. Fred's?
You frown down into his cauldron. His potion's immaculate.
You pull at the sleeve of his robe till his head comes down and his long hair tickles the tip of your nose. "How are you doing this?"
"I'm smart when I want to be," he chuckles.
"That's not an answer. I demand you give me an answer, or... I will take off points from Gryffindor."
He feigns an expression of shock which immediately gives way to a smirk, face just a few inches away from yours. "And what if I do tell you? You promise not to snitch?"
"Me? Snitch?"
That mischievousness is back into your dolomitic eyes, and Fred swears that the potion isn't required to melt the leaf.
"How about a compromise?" you whisper.
He shoots a glance toward the Professor and then hums when he feels it's all clear to keep talking. "I'm listening."
"I come with you to Hogsmeade, and I promise to do whatever you want to do. Deal?"
He doesn't need a moment, or even a second to reply. He's already nodding, slipping a hand into yours. "Deal."
You share a knowing look and shake your intwined hands. Compromise confirmed. "Now—"
Before you get to finish, he pulls out a very familiar cork-screwed flask, and in perfect fashion you keep from gasping or reacting at all, but Fred can see it in your eyes. He scans over the classroom, Snape's busy writing something on the board, and so he's clear to lower his head to you.
Your fingers graze as he passes you the concoction he had made with his brother. Electricity runs through the veins of your fingers till it hits your heart, skipping a beat.
"Someone might've tipped us off about this assignment," Fred murmurs. "So, naturally, we just wanted to be prepared. There was no way we were going to miss out on a Hogsmeade visit."
Not with George in the Hospital Wing, you think to yourself with guilt, pulling your robe sleeve down to hide the flask should your Professor stop by.
"Well... my beloved brother sadly will. I'll never forget his bravery." Fred makes a show out of a simple sigh and you feel like slapping his arm. He places his hand over his chest and sighs again, only it's a little louder this time and longer. "A girl we know threatened us to rig the Quidditch game so that Slytherin would win, if we didn't do as she asked she would've gotten us into trouble—"
"Fred." Images of the poor Weasley twin with a whole half of his body covered in the sickening colour of a bruise flood your brain.
"—and being the good man that he is, Georgie sacrificed himself, in order to satisfy the needs of this girl."
"Oi! I already feel horrible, okay?" You finally give his arm that well-earned smack, and when all he does is laugh, you huff with a pout.
He recollects himself, and makes sure Snape's still preoccupied. He bends down to your level again, and his breath fans over the strands of hair by your ear. "I would do the same for this girl."
There's that heat in your neck again and yet another electric feeling runs up your spine at his worlds. You don't meet his gaze and instead stare forward. To save yourself from embarrassment, you lift your chin and with one swift movement, the liquid from the flask falls into your cauldron.
Fred watches in delight as you stir until your previously horrible creation morphs and dissolves into that flawless fluid that you had just seen in the Weasley's cauldron. From such a result, you're unable to stop yourself as your lips curl into a smile, parting slowly to reveal your teeth.
You are the embodiment of this potion. Any person or creature of the magical world would completely disarm at the sight of your expression. And Fred's lucky enough to be your first victim.
"You seem very pleased, Miss L/N."
The black figure of Snape shadows yours and Fred's vision as he glides in front of your desk. He peers into your cauldron, nothing shows on his face and then he's examining Fred's, the same reaction of nothing.
The man then clicks his tongue and floats back to the front of the classroom, picking two leaves off of the plant on his desk. He returns swiftly, gesturing the rest of the class to join him by your table.
"Look closely." Snape says as his hand hovers over your creation, and then his fingers let go of the green object.
Hushed breaths watch as it hits the surface of the liquid with a ripple. There's no reaction at first and it fills you with dread. You even see Fred stiffen in the corner of your sight.
Then the leaf twitches with a change in colour, and soon it's no where to be seen, dissolved. Successful.
Someone mutters a 'wow', others share glances of contempt or roll their eyes. You on the other hand feel relieved and lean onto your hip, arm brushing against the tall boy beside you. He relaxes at your gentle touch.
"It seems you will have the fortune of freedom this weekend." Professor Snape mutters, and then with no time to waste, moves on to Fred. You barely have a chance to thank the man. His hand hovers, fingers open and a new leaf falls.
In a blink, the leaf has melted and you feel the Weasley straighten up in pride.
Snape however, isn't convinced and folds his arms. "How convenient that you should produce a successful potion - out of many failures - when seated beside Miss L/N."
Innocent until proven guilty, you think and look up at Fred, who's only smiling like a fool, his focused trained on Snape's. Your classmates murmur, and it isn't hard to place who they're talking about with their not-so subtle glares pointed in your direction.
"So I did a good job?" The boy's happy expression grows with innocence.
"Somehow. Five points... to each of you." The raven-haired man admits, his gaze lingers on the Weasley before he turns away, addressing you both and the rest of the class. "L/N and Weasley, seeing as you have completed the task, you may be dismissed. However, by next class I expect a 2,000 word written report of your method and findings. That'll be all. The rest of you... you have fifteen minutes."
Groans and curses hidden under breaths echo through the room, you and Fred, however, turn to each other with eyebrows raised and stupid grins plastered over your faces.
Adrenaline kicks in, and you both scramble to clear up the desk and snatch up your belongings. You sprint out the door not after sending the Professor a 'thank you', and then you're out the door and sprinting into the courtyard, crisp winter air nipping at your extremities.
You pause by the fountain, leaning against the tall structure and Fred follows suit, situating himself in front of you. "I can't believe I did that," you say in a breathless tone still grinning, books hugging into your chest.
He chuckles in between his own pants of breath. "Feels good doesn't it, your highness?"
"I hate to admit but... yes."
You watch as his gaze on you softens, as well as his grin subduing into contentment. "You make a good partner-in-crime. I think I might just replace George."
"Then he will surely kill me once he's recovered! That is... if he doesn't already."
Fred winks, "I'll make sure that won't happen. A princess such as yourself deserves a knight-in-shining armour."
"Oh yes." You give a curtsy and wave of your hand, your voice forming a posh accent. Well, no more posh than you already sound. "Then will you do the honour of escorting me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
With a fist to his chest, Fred bows. "For you, my dear, anything."
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It's irregular of you to be so fashionably late. Last night you'd found yourself restless, thoughts of sleep hidden behind scenes of you and Fred eating candy together, laughing, using magic outside of class to throw snowballs at your Quidditch Captain. Despite the chill of a winter night, being covered by your duvet and blankets was suffocatingly warm, especially when you kept seeing Fred pull you behind a tree, gloved hands drawing you into him by your hips, noses barely touching and lips parted with warm butterbeered breaths.
Your chocolate-brown screech owl whinnies by the foot of your bed and you flinch, adjusting your beanie for the hundredth time. "What do you think, Prim? Do I look tired? I look tired, don't I?"
The owl blinks and gives another whinny, a sound similar to that of a miniature pony. You check the clock on the wall of your dormitory and bite your lip, jostling through your belongings and retrieving a small purse of galleons to shove into your coat pocket.
One more look in the mirror, just one more. Your hair looks surprising lovely, strands of it squished against your thick scarf, and fortunately covering areas of your blemished face that couldn't be covered enough by your concealer. "It'll have to do!"
Prim purrs when you stroke her head and then you're off. You almost trip at the bottom of the stairs and as a result you pause, taking in a breath, calming the pounding in your chest. This Hogsmeade visit is just like any other. Just like any other. You’re just… not alone this time. That’s enough to get you smiling, as you saunter through the halls and finally out the gates, where you see a few groups of students still hanging around Hogwarts.
At the top of the steps you crane your neck in an attempts to find Fred amongst the small groups.
“I was beginning to think you stood me up.”
You spin on your heels at the sound of his voice, and are greeted with a growing grin. Teeth sparkling and everything. It takes a toll on you not to tackle him in a hug right then and there. The thick hoody he’s adorning, as well as the adorable beanie all look extra cuddly. Those gloved hands that you’ve been thinking about slide out of the pockets of his jeans and reach for your scarf, gently tightening the fabric around your face and neck.
On the outside you seem unbothered by his action, but he already sees what you’re really feeling through those dolomitic eyes of yours. “A deal’s a deal,” you finally say. “But it was rude of me to keep you waiting so long, so I’ll buy you a butterbeer.”
He shakes his head, fiddling with the hem of the scarf. “You turning up is enough for me.”
You shake your head back, dipping your chin into the material to hide your smile. “I’m buying you one. Argument over.”
“Alright then.” He chuckles and gives your scarf a gentle tug. “No more time to waste, your highness, let’s go.”
“Lead the way, Sir Weasley.”
You’re perfectly giddy as you trudge your way to the little village. Fred tells you about his plans for Christmas and you tell him yours, not very big and not very exciting, but he adores listening to you speak. He tells you about George and his recovery, and teases you when he sees guilt written over your face. Then despite your many differences, you both bond over your love for Quidditch, especially the Irish team. Occasionally, your shoulders and arms graze, and other times your fingers, as you stomp through the snow covered grounds. With every touch your chest grows warm, and your belly flips. You almost forget that you should be looking out for any bad behaviour. You almost forget that you still have a duty to uphold to the school.
Hogsmeade is bustling with life when you finally arrive. More so now that you could share it with someone.
“Come on, let’s warm up first.” Fred tugs your scarf again and successfully gains your full attention. He pulls you into the Three Broomsticks, greeted immediately by a wave of warmth. He’s still pulling on your scarf so you swiftly ask for two hot butterbeers and allow him to lead you to a table at the far end of the room.
“Am I your pet? Leading me around like that.” You sit down opposite him, motioning to his hand still holding onto the end of the long material.
He hums for a moment, and doesn't look to have any intention of letting go. “More like restraining you from going into ‘prefect’ mode.”
"Hey! Some people need disciplining," you pout.
"You sound like a Professor..." he narrows his eyes at you, lacking the skills to stop smiling so big. "You're not Professor Snape using Polyjuice potion, are you? Trying to figure out my secrets for passing your class, huh?"
Slowly, meticulously you straighten your back and fold your hands over the table, and void any emotion on your face. Your voice is low and slow and articulating every syllable as you speak. "What a ri-di-cu-lous suggestion. However... while we are on the topic, you didn't... copy off me, did you?"
Fred is so bad at suppressing his smirk. "Bloody Norah, you found me out! You're so smart, Profess— I mean... your highness."
The clink of glass hitting your table interrupts yours and Fred's thoughts. Madam Rosmerta's standing over you and when you meet her gaze she winks. "Good to see you with company this time around, Y/N."
Your face squishes into the fabric that Fred's still holding onto as you feel heat rise in your cheeks. Desperate to eliminate the fact that she basically just called you a loner in front of him, you fish into your pocket and pull out some coins, placing them onto the woman's open palm. "Thank you, Madam Rosmerta."
"Pleasure, dears. Enjoy.” Another wink is sent your way and she’s off to tend the rest of her pub.
As you bring the hot beverage to your mouth, you peek through your eyelashes. Fred has removed one glove and is now using that bare hand hold onto his drink, allowing the warmth to transfer into his already warm skin.
"Thank you," he says.
Your brows press together, "what for?"
"For paying."
"Well... thank you too."
He raises an eyebrow as he takes a good sip of the butterbeer, waiting for you to elaborate.
"For inviting me," you say shyly, fingers sliding across the surface of the mug.
"Awh, that's nothing," he chuckles, gently swaying your scarf.
"It's not 'nothing'. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night because I was so excited to come with you."
The ginger-haired boy presses his lips together tightly and then leans his face closer to you. "Wait, really?!"
How many times has it been now that you've felt your face heat up around Fred? You could play so coy and confident before, but now you felt like any other girl-with-a-crush in your year. "As a matter of fact, yes." You raise your chin and attempt to sit up straighter. "I know it may seem that I only agreed to come because of a compromise, but... I really did — do — appreciate you considering me."
"I don't think we'll need to stop by Honeydukes, your highness. You're so sweet, that my teeth already ache."
"You're so...!" You smack his arm.
But he's grinning like a fool, pulling at your scarf. "I'm so what?"
"I'm gonna take points off Gryffindor, just because you asked."
He guffaws, "what is this abuse of power?"
You take a swig of butterbeer and shrug, head high and smirk on display. "I like to call them perks."
"See?" You feel on your neck as he gives a tug-tug. "This is why you need to be kept on a lead."
Before you can retort, you notice he's pointing at his upper-lip and quietly chuckling. It sets off your heart.
"Brilliant moustache you got there," he says.
"Oh... thank you." How embarrassing. You really thought he was suggesting something else for a moment there. You glance around the room to make sure no one's watching before you slide a tongue over the sweet foam above your lip. "Is it gone?"
"Just..." at first there's a second of hesitation, but then he pulls you in over the table and meets you half-way, un-gloved hand coming up to cup your face. Why is he always so warm? Why is it that one of the most notorious rule-breakers of the school is taking your fancy? And so easily at that.
It feels like an hour passes when his thumb smooths over the left corner of your mouth and you hold in a breath, fingers clenched around your mug. You simply cannot help the urge to look at his own lips; pretty, pink and gently parted, calm breaths passing through.
His movements pause all of a sudden, so you glance at his eyes, but he's already looking at you. Completely under your spell, completely forgetting how to move, and completely forgetting that you're in public. You seem to have forgotten the same, still not pulling away from his touch. He catches your eyes dip to his lips again and he swallows thickly.
Then he's moving away and sitting back down, clearing his throat. "There, now you're good."
"Thanks," you wipe a finger over for extra measure and then look out the window, clearing your throat and straightening your back.
"You know how you mentioned that part of the deal was that we'd do anything I want to do?" He inquires, finishing his drink with a last swig.
"Yeah. A deal is a deal," you answer, finally turning back to him, surprised to see a confident smile carved into his features.
"Perfect. There's something I want to show you, but first I have a really good idea to help you unwind and forget about your prefect-ness."
"That doesn't sound good," you tease, chugging the last bit of your own butterbeer.
He's smirking now, "you won't be saying that when you see what we'll be doing."
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You're both crouched behind a boulder that oversees the Shrieking Shack in the distance. The perfect spot to spy on anyone who visits the lookout point. The perfect spot to snog outside of school walls. And it also happens to be the perfect spot to stock up on snowballs and wait for one particular person to fall into your trap.
"I hate to admit, but you were right, Sir Weasley. Again," you mutter, rubbing your gloved hands together.
"The more you hang out with me, the more you'll find out just how right I always am." He peeks over the boulder for a moment and then his hand shoots up in alarm, speaking in barely a whisper, "he's here."
He is. You can hear your Quidditch captain now and a few of his buddies, chatting and laughing. Someone puts on a voice, and it makes the group howl, but makes your stomach churn. The closer they get to the lookout, the clearer their words sound and the more you're looking forward to breaking the rules.
"—thinks she's all that, just 'cause she's a prefect. Like, bitch, I'm older than you!"
Their laughter is equal to that of nails on a chalkboard. Pelting them with some snowballs might not be fulfilling enough.
"Nah, it's 'cause she's got Snape behind her, hah. Thinks she can say and do whatever she wants."
Fred is hearing all of this. You feel like screaming, and perhaps hexing the hell out of all of them. They need a proper disciplining.
"Yeah, that's probably what's happening!" The group laugh again, and the next thing they say is the last straw. "She only got prefect because she's fucking him."
The bottom of your vision is blurry, but you tell Fred you're ready and he only nods. You both raise your wands, and he counts to three.
One snowball hits the back of the captain's head and to your satisfaction he lands on his face. You and Fred are enjoying the scene a little too much that it isn't until one of the idiots shout your name, do you realise you've blown your cover.
"Shoot!"
"Quick! We need to unleash all we've got!" Fred takes your free hand and guides you up to stand beside him. "One, two, THREE!"
Adrenaline shoots through your veins, as together you swish your wands and the rest of your snow pile is sent into the air. One more flick of the wands, and the balls fly with the speed of a snitch. Straight toward their faces. Exclamations, grunts, yells echo through the woods and open winter air. They swipe at their faces and eyes, blinded by your attack. The captain's still trying to recover from the first hit, from head to toe the entire front half of him is covered in white.
You let out a laugh, and suddenly Fred takes your hand again and you're sprinting away from the crime scene.
"HEY!" The Quidditch captain shouts after you, pure rage in his tone.
But you couldn't care less, because that grin on the Weasley's face is too contagious as you run by him, gloved hand in gloved hand.
He peeks over his shoulder to meet your gaze, only resulting in a skip of his heart and a flip of his stomach. Losing that Quidditch match was absolutely worth it, and Fred had to remind himself to thank George later for taking the blow.
You share breathless laughter as the shouts increase in amount, but decrease in volume. You're both much too fast for them and manage to get back to the village where you could hide within the crowds.
Your feet slow to a walk, and you both check if any of the idiots followed. Fred spots two pass by a tree and squeezes your hand to gain your attention.
"In here," he jerks his head, and pulls you into a small alley between two buildings.
Finally having a moment to catch your breath, you realise that it isn't really an alley, and more like a small gap. The space is so narrow in fact that your body is essentially pressed up against his. Back against wall. Heaving chest against heaving chest. Feet and legs side-by-side each other as though woven.
You don't care to look to your left where those jerks could be looking for you. You simply can't. You can't because all you can see are Fred's parted lips again, and he's looking down at yours. After which, your gazes meet and you don't think you've ever felt so hot in the middle of winter before.
"You're so beautiful," he breathes. No grin, no smirk, no teasing, just facts.
"And you're..." Your eyes dip again.
His hand slides out of yours, and then you feel weight by your hips and he's squeezing against the material of your pants and sweater.
You crane your neck, and he dips his head, as those gloved hands of his pull you into him.
Your own hunger has your fingers smooth over his chest and grip the collar of his hoody, desperately tugging for him to come closer and closer, tension in the air building with each breath.
"And I'm... what?" He purrs.
Something stirs in the bottom of your abdomen as the scent of butterbeer fills your senses, just millimetres away now. And then he captures your lips. And it's like heaven, because his hands can't help but slide up under your sweater and hold you by the skin of your waist.
At first the kiss is gentle, hesitant, but then you open your mouth a little wider and Fred takes this as a clear invitation. He smooths a tongue over yours, the taste of the sweet foamy drink still lingering on your lips.
His bold action elicits a hum from you, and his grip only tightens, craving more and more of you and your pretty sounds. You go until you can't breathe, mouths parting reluctantly but eyes still closed.
Fred presses his forehead against yours, your noses brushing in a feather-like touch. His thumbs caress your sides as he whispers, "you never answered my question."
"You wanna know what you are, right?” You murmur, hands sliding down over his collarbone and resting on his chest.
“Yeah. You’ve said it twice now and never finished your sentence.”
“Okay,” you lean in, lips feathering over his. “You’re…”
Good Godric you’re addicting. He pushes his head forward to meet you, but you pull back with the most attractive breathy laugh he's ever heard. Your lips stay brushing against his, but you won't give him any more than that and he loves it.
"You're..." you say again on his mouth, and he hangs on every single one of your words. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me at Hogwarts."
He watches your eyes for a moment, and leans into you once more, hands climbing up to lay flat against your back, your sweater pooling by his wrists. And you share the softest kiss ever, full of adoration, full of care, full of absolute affection.
"You saying that, you being here right now... feels like I've just won the Quidditch cup," he says when you part.
"I really mean it, Fred." You wrap your arms around his middle and squeeze him there, cheek squishing into his chest. "You've heard how people talk about me, but you don't seem to care about any of that stuff."
He returns your gesture, his own cheek landing on the top of your head. "You're right. I don't care about it, because I've seen how much you care for the school and care for keeping things in order. A little too much, but to each their own."
"Oi."
"I have to tease, I have to. Still, joking aside, if anyone says that kind of shit about you and you hear about it, find me and tell me. Me and Georgie have your back."
"Just don't get caught," you smirk.
"You won't take points away if you catch us, will you?"
You pull away from the cuddle and send him that beautifully, intimidating smile of yours. "Not if you promise to keep losing your Quidditch games."
"Low blow, your highness!" He laughs and then you're running away, giggling like a fool.
You manage to slip through the crowds and head toward the woods by the Shrieking Shack lookout, your giggles only getting louder and more frequent when you see Fred bounding closer and closer to you. Your cadence slows when the ground starts to feel icy under your boots, and sooner than you think, you feel arms wrap around your stomach and you squeal.
Fred's laugh vibrates against your back, and after a few pants of breath he speaks into your ear. "There's still something I wanted to show you."
"Oh?" You spin around in his hold. "That's right. What is it then?"
"Surprise. Follow me." He's hasty in his movements, as he takes your hand, running further into the woods. Then he rounds the corner of a large tree trunk, his fingers slip out of yours as he twists around to face you and then he's pulling you by your hips, grin on display.
Your heart flips when your back meets with the rough surface of the tree, bodies pressing into one another and then his mouth is hovering over yours. There's hunger in his eyes, yet he's waiting for your next move.
"Wow. 'I have something to show you'. That was so corny," you tease in a whisper.
He chuckles, feeling your lips just barely touch his, "but you loved it."
"I did. You're right again, Sir Weasley."
"Always am, your highness."
He squeezes your hips. You lift your chin and you kiss for a third time that day.
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y13evie · 2 months
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chilly
fred weasley x reader
warnings: a little suggestive
a/n: harry potter in 2024? uh yes pls
i can js imagine the two of you are alone in the burrow bcoz everyone is busy on a saturday evening but you and fred are splayed out across each other in the living room. it's silent besides the crackle of the fireplace and the harsh wind outdoors. you were freezing so naturally you move a bit so you're now sitting on top of fred with the blanket covering the two of you. he's still significantly taller than you even when you're on top of him. he admires the sight of the pretty girl on top of him.
"giving me a show, yeah?", he leans forward and places soft kisses down your neck. you jokingly swat him away.
"m' js cold freddie, don't be a perv", he throws his hands up in fake defense. you rolled your eyes at him being so dramatic but make it up by planting a sweet kiss on his lips. he takes this and runs because next thing you know your hands are running through his hair and he's got his hands all over your ass. you push the blanket off both you to have a little more mobility on top of him and it was getting in your way. he scoffs at you for being so dramatic at the cold but pushing the blankets off the second he gets his hands on you.
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wannabemurdock · 1 year
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Could you do a Sub!Fred Weasley please?? It's totally fine if you dont wanna. :) Enjoying your content so far!!
Kinktober Day 15
kinktober masterlist
18+ only
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Fred Weasley + begging
“Please. Please, I need you.” His breath heavy against your stomach as you stood before him. “Just a taste, please.”
You always appreciated the sight of Fred on his knees, but combine is with his whiny begging. Fuck. You’re ruined before you even let him touch you.
Fred’s hands scratch and pick at his knees as he tries his best to wait, looking up at you expectantly. You lace a hand through his hair before pulling him towards you silently.
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gracesmusings4adults · 9 months
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Two Devils and an Angel
Dark!George Weasley x Reader x Dark!Fred Weasley
18+ dark themes, dub con, yadere themes, no incest, no Y/N, female mc
This is an AU. I am building a new world.
He is a perfect gentleman.
He is handsome, has a kind heart, and has a voice that could make angels cry.
My heart races when I am around him.
Yet I can’t help but desire the darkness.
I wish to be consumed by it.
I need to be devoured by them.
“Fred!” I scream his name as my fingers work circles around my sensitive nub.
My back arches as my legs wrap around my fingers. I squeeze them tight as I feel my juices leak out and soak on to my sheets.
I am completely and utterly soaked.
I pull my fingers out and guilt blooms in my stomach. I had said it. I had said my desire outloud. There was no taking it back now.
I can never forgive myself if he heard.
I am a monster.
I am a vile creature that must be punished.
The next morning, my boyfriend greets me with a kiss. “Good morning, my precious angel. Sleep well?” He asks. His gaze concealed a mischievous plan. “Think of me?” My eyes flash to the man behind him. Fred smirks at me. My body melts into George’s and shame creeps up my throat as my panties grow wet with need. “Always, George.” It’s only a partial lie. I had thought of George last night, but I had also thought of the man standing next to him.
“Oh my angel,” his voice sends flutters to my stomach. “Why don’t we skip class? Fred will collect our work for us.” His lips press into my neck, never once looking towards his brother. My eyes sinfully connect with Fred’s and in my haze, I mistake his annoyance for lust. “Of course dear brother,” Fred sighs. His gaze holds mine for a second too long and then he leaves.
“Fuck angel,” His fingers dance under my robe. “Tell me what you did last night,” I whisper my confession in his ear as he pushes me back to his and Fred’s room. We stumble into the dark room as he rips my robe off, the Gryffindor crest shining bright against the black backdrop. He drops to his knees in front of me and pulls my panties to the side.
I scream out as his tongue dances on my clit. “Keep talking angel. Tell me how you touched yourself.” His fingers dig into my thighs as my legs shake from the orgasm that has yet to stop. “Tell me how many times you finished.” My back presses into the cold wall as my body shakes with the power of another climax. My voice shakes as I confess.
His tongue swirls around my clit as I continue to spasm with pleasure. My juices cover his face as I try to keep talking. He continues to eat me out until I beg him to stop. He stands up and lifts me off the ground. He gives me a false sense of hope when he strips down. My mouth waters at the sight of him. “What else, my angel?” His eyes darken as he advances on me. My knees hit the back of the bed and my legs continue to tremble from the pleasurable assault. “That’s it, George.” His tongue tisks at the top of his mouth. I feel tears well up in my eyes. He presses a hand into my stomach, forcing me onto the bed. He takes a step back as I watch his cock grow and harden. He looks at me like I am the most delectable meal he has ever seen.
“I don’t think you are being honest me, angel.” He grabs his wand and whispers a binding spell. My hands are stuck to the sides of the small bed. Roughly he grabs my ankles and yanks the towards his broad shoulders. I am completely open to him. His gaze never leaves my exposed cunt. His finger slowly circles my clit. A scream rips through me. His fingers thrust into me. “Whose name did you scream last night?” I gasp and try to pull away from his fingers. He pulls my hair back and forces my gaze on him.
His fingers thrust into me again, hitting my g-spot. My back arches off the bed. “Yours!” I scream as I feel the high coming. He continues to thrust his fingers in me, pulling them out, and thrusting them back in. My body continues to shake and jerk with the intensity of the pleasure. “Who else?” My eyes roll back into my head and then… and then it’s gone. I pull my hands, the invisible rope digging into my sensitive skin. My body is burning with desire for what was so crully taken away from me. “George, please. Baby I love you. Please.” Tears are running down my face.
George is an angel. He is light. But he laughs. “George!” I scream at him. He leans down on top of me. His fingers trailing up my body. I reach up to press against him as his fingers brush my inner thighs, up my stomach, and past my sensitive buds. His length presses against my abused clit. “Angel?” My chin is held roughly between his fingers. He presses against me, holding me in place.
I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to cum. But I can do none of these things. I am trapped under George and his sadistic game. Who knew my light angel could be so dark? Oh, how I love it. In that moment I decide to be brave and accept the darkness that was all too welcoming. “Fred! I said, Fred. I love you, George, I promise. I don’t know why I did it. I just did.” The moment the words leave my lips his cock slides into me. I scream his name.
He pulls out and thrusts back in. I am being used by George and I don't care. He is a good man and an amazing lover. He will be the end of me, but I can't help but want him to be. "Good girl." He whispers into my ear as he starts to move. “My angel,” he grunts. His hips are moving faster. His thrusts are becoming harder. His grip on me is tight. I feel the high coming. His lips crush on mine as I feel my body release. I scream into his mouth.
My body is convulsing with pleasure. My heart is beating so fast I think I will pass out. He continues to pound into me. His movements are becoming sloppy. His cock is throbbing inside me. He pulls out and I feel his cum coat my stomach.
"I love you, Angel," he whispers into my ear as we lay there panting. The binds that hold my hands disappear. “You’re not mad?” I ask. I need him to say he isn't mad. I need to hear it. He pulls away from me and stares at me. "He loves you too. We both love you and want you more than anything.” His eyes glaze over. “We understand that it is a lot, so we didn’t want to push you. We wanted you to choose both of us.” My mind spins with his confession.
"But how? How could you both love me?" I ask. George chuckles and runs his fingers through my hair. "Because you are our angel.” I snuggle into him as he kisses my forehead.
"I love you, George."
When her breathing evens out the voice in the dark speaks. “I have been patient enough, brother.” Fred’s shadow stands and moves toward the large bed. The crest of Godric Gryffindor the only color on his all-black suit. He walks to the edge of the bed and sits down. He brushes her hair from her face and takes her hand. "We have done it your way and she has chosen us," he says as he runs his finger along her palm.
The darling angel shifts in the bed, pressing her body closer to George and opening herself up to Fred. George grunts in agreement. “Tomorrow I shall make her mine and then she can be ours.”
He slips his hand from hers and runs his fingers along her chest. She shivers and moans. Fred pulls back his hand and watches the darling angel. George's arm tightens around her.
Fred chuckles and stands. "Tomorrow, brother, is my day. I shall take my leave and let you get some rest." George pulls the angel closer to him. Fred walks to the door and opens it. "Fred." He looks back at George. "We shall all take our turn with her soon." George nods and Fred leaves the room.
George kisses the angel's neck and she moans. He smirks and takes her into his arms.
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theravenclawlover · 1 year
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🎃Kinktober Day 17🎃
Day Prompt: Menophilia/Intercrural Sex/Sadomasochism
Word Count: 683
Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sub/dom dynamics, abaf reader (reader has a vagina), cockwarming, overstimulation, edging, crying, bindings, BDSM (?), mean!dom!reader, slapping. This took me on a journey of self-discovery.
A/N: I've been sick and busy. Really sorry about that. This is one was slightly new territory for me, so...let me know how I did. I'm a sucker for validation
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Fred Weasley x AFAB!Reader
“Please, please.”
You grinned down at the pathetic image of your dear boyfriend Fred Weasley. Your lovely boyfriend for many years currently found himself underneath you, his pale skin flush and sweaty as his hand found themselves restrained with binds above his head. His eyes were shut and the tears he wasn’t letting down were beginning to stick his lashes to his face. His lips were raw from all the biting, hints of drool on the side of his mouth from all the gaping and gasping he’d been doing every time you offered him the feeling of your pussy sinking up and down his cock. But it wasn’t enough, your teasing being merciless as you had been edging him for hours while you made yourself cum over and over on his cock. And then you would stop, pussy tantalizing him to cum inside you as you rested there and clenched for him to feel but do nothing about it. If he dared twitch a nice slap would land on his flushed cheek which now that you looked was really the reason he was all red on the face. It only made him twitch even more.
“Please let me cum, baby, please,” he whined again, voice breaking at the end as his head lolled side to side.
Your pussy clenched around him which made him whine even louder, his hips jerking. You were working yourself up to another orgasm just at his mere pathetic sight.
You grabbed his face roughly, fingers digging into his skin which made his jaw open his mouth. His eyes opened wide, tears collecting to the point they brimmed. He whimpered as you leaned down, faces mere inches away from one another.
“I don’t think you deserve to cum,” you said darkly, a mischievous grin on your lips.
“I said I was sorry,” he muttered as best as he could.
“And I don’t care,” you said. “I don’t care how many times you apologize, I still caught you cumming all over your hand and stomach. Getting off without my permission.”
Fred’s flushed face tried to move away from your gaze, fighting against your grip. You let go, offering a nanosecond of comfort for him to soak in his shame before four of your fingers met his cheek and grabbed his face roughly again. Fred let out a strangled whine and a lone tear fell to the side, ending on the pillowcase, shame clear on his face, but the jolt his hips offered you told you his most shameful truth. He was more than turned on by this.
“What? Can’t look me in the eye?” you mocked, a slight pout on your lips. Fred’s eyes looked shiny as tears came. “Ashamed?”
Fred didn’t say anything, you didn’t expect him to either.
“Tell me, what are you more ashamed of? The fact that I caught you masturbating while you were inhaling panties that you stole from me—” Fred let out a whimper-ish sigh as a sniff escaped him, “—or that you knew I was going to catch you red-handed, knowing that I was going to punish you for cumming without my permission?”
The twitch of his—most likely—sensitive cock answered better than his words could ever do.
“Pathetic,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Can’t even try to lie because your cock has a mind of his own.”
“I’m sorry,” he sniffed again.
“No, you’re not.”
Your hips began to move again, this time the tears slipped freely as Fred began to squirm under you, hands fighting against his restraints.
“Aw, it’s ok,” you cleaned the tears away as your hips picked up their pace, your pussy clenching with the thought of how much of a mess you were about to make out of him. “I’ll let you cum soon, maybe after I’ve cum over your cock a few more times, maybe then you can apologize some more.”
“Please,” he moaned, voice thick with lust and shame.
“You pathetic thing,” you whispered against his lips. “Good thing you're my pathetic little boy.”
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beansnsoup · 10 months
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Asking you guys to help me find a fic again because you are all amazing, I have been trying to find this fic for MONTHS. It's a fred weasley smut where the reader and fred have feelings for eachother but are totally oblivious so george butts in pretending to be fred and confesses to her and she finds it weird because she knows it's George then she tells fred and he really confesses then they have soft sex :)
Pls pls pls help me, I'm 95% sure this was on tumblr, not wattpad.
PLS AND TY 🙏🙏
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All that's on my mind right now is riding Fred's face to this specific version of Welcome To The Hell Zone by Bobby Raps.
-NSFW UNDERCUT-
The rooms dim, there's slight perspiration coating your skin leaving your bodies in a soft glow.
He lays diagonally across your bed with his feet amongst your pillows as you're sat atop his face. Your hips rocking in a perfect rhythm that has your face scrunching in concentration and pleasure. His tongue lazily flicks within your walls to aid in your pleasure but the majority of the work is in your own movements, this isn't a meal for him. He's merely a means to your own end. Just a thing to fuck to reduce the stress you've been carrying for far too long now, and he's okay with that. He'd do anything to help you.
His slight stubble of a beard creates a glorious friction against your cunt as you grind down upon him, the scratch a familiar burn you more than welcome...you crave it.
As you lose yourself to the moment and your climax dangles tantalisingly infront of you, your movements start to become erratic, desperate to catch it at whatever cost.
You force your mind to blank, every thought not focused on cumming is erased as you chase that high. Fred's fingers dig into the softness of your thighs as he feels the new intensity of your body on him now and knows you're close, he focuses himself on not disrupting you knowing how quickly this moment could slip from your grasp if you are disturbed.
The song echoes in your mind, the beat dropping and your orgasm breaking over you in tandem. You throw your head back and arch your body as it overwhelms your senses. A hand gripping into his sweaty strands of ginger hair. A tear slipping from your eye and down your cheek washing away weeks of stress; there's no medicine for you but this is the cure.
Pure euphoria encapsulates your being and it's as if all your troubles dissipated.
The gentle, soothing strokes of Fred's fingers ghosting over his indentations left in your thighs coax you back to him and your breathing begins to steady.
A tiredness creeps into your bones as you dismount the man beneath you and you struggle to open your eyes. He scoops your body into his and lays you against the pillows. Pulling your underwear up and tucking you within the blankets he cuddles into you.
For the first time in many nights you feel yourself drifting to sleep with a smile, and the faint warmth of a sticky kiss placed from his lips to your cheek bone.
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weasvlys · 2 years
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My sweet, Pandora
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Paring: Fred Weasley x Pandora Diggory (Fem! OC)
Type: Enemies to lovers, slowburn.
Warning: none.
Masterlist.
Foreword.
Word count: 1039
Tags: @slvdsjjk
i. "Only to pretty girls"
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A month since your aunt Aurora passed away, and your father didn't seem to have any feelings about it, it's as if she just vanished, after more than 10 years of living with her, you were sad, you were in no mood to do anything, you wanted to return to Beauxbatons, your home, however, you couldn't, since now you would attend to Hogwarts, where your brother, Cedric, also attended, with whom, surprisingly, you got along well and understood your feelings.
"Wake up." Said a voice in a whisper, gently touching your shoulder, "Wake up" repeated, "Alright, in a moment" you answered, and the boy left the room, you got up from the bed, you looked at the ground and wondered, what were you doing in that place, you must be in the meadows of France, you weren't in England about to go to a quidditch match, and you thought "it's not just a match, it is the wold cup!" It would be just what Cedric would say, you were encouraged by it and quickly began to get ready, you went down the stairs and met your father's gaze, it seemed that it was his mission to make you the law of the ice, "Breakfast is ready" your father said, "sure..." You answered, quickly went to the kitchen and ate your breakfast, it was quiet, however not awkward, thanks to cedric.
And they were on their way to the shuttle, it was really quite easier to go to the world cup and that's it, but for some reason, your father wanted to meet someone, a colleague from the ministry, you couldn't be more interested in meeting him and his, according to cedric, numerous, freckled, red-haired children.
They kept walking until cedric began to walk away slowly, you noticed that you and your father were walking alone, you looked back and cedric was already riding on a tree, "Cedric, get down!" Said your father, "I think there's a bowtruckle!!" Said cedric, excited, "No way!" you answered, at the same time you tried to climb the tree, you we're almost we're cedric was, but then "forget it, it was a muggle cricket" you were disappointed to hear that, you were climbing down the tree when you heard voices behind you, there were a lot of people approaching walking, all redheads and only 2 chestnuts and disheveled, "wow, they're redheads... and tall" you thought, you quickly got down from the tree, you approached your father and a funny fatherly voice said "And this young lady must be Pandora, am I right?" and he shook your hand kindly and sweetly, quite energetic for your opinion, and suddenly cedric fell from the tree and landed perfectly, "what an entrance" you thought, "and this handsome young man must be Cedric, am i right?" said in the same quality and energetic way, they continued on their way.
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"Hello lady" said a couple of voices in unison, just behind you, you turned, "Hey" you said looking at one of the boys with long hair, tall and freckled, "You don't talk much, don't you?" asked the other boy, you turned to see him, to be honest you didn't notice the difference between the two, they were identical "And you talk a lot, don't you?", the boy you were looking at, smiled, "Only to pretty girls" he replied, You rolled your eyes and looked straight ahead again.
Shortly after they reached the Portkey, it looked like an old used boot, you took a corner of it and one of the guys, you didn't know exactly which one, stood next to you, "You smell nice" said the boy, you just answered a simple "thank you", but the reality is that it had made you feel good, with that sweet and raspy voice, and suddenly, still immersed in your thought, you felt a sudden violent twist, your stomach turned and your feet lifted off the ground, and suddenly, again, you fell on the ground, you had reached your destination.
And when you still didn't think you were on the ground, a hand was extended in front of you, it was the red-haired boy again, it seemed to you that it was, again, the same, "Come on, I won't bite", You stayed quiet, you took his hand and he helped you up, "I thought you would, for a moment." he just laughed, "Are you a big fan of it?" He asked, you didnt quite understood the question, "Pardon me?" you asked again, quite offended, "The quidditch" he answered, obvious, "Oh, right, Uhm... yes, I love it." you responded, "You like it?... the quidditch." you answered, he just laughed and nod his head, "I'm Fred, by the way." he said, "Pleasure, I'm Pan-" you were answering him, but you were interrupted, "Pandora, I know." the boy said, "Cedric talks a lot about you, and how to brilliant you are at quidditch" he responded to himself and your undone question. 
"Sure, I kinda am" you responded, you didn't mean to sound any way when saying that, but something told you you actually sounded quite showing off but didn't answer, "Humble", he said, quite mocking of you, you just looked at him side-eye, "I actually would love to see that," he said, like challenging you, "No, you don't" you answered in that same tone, "Why is that? tell me" he replied, teasing you, "If we play, I'm sure I'm winning." you answered, quite secure of your words "Is that so?" he questions you, flirty, "Hu-hum..." you answered, ignoring his eyes, "And who said we're playing one against the other, huh?" he questions you, you were about to answer when you father took by the arm and took you away from him.
You walked a little, trying to avoid the brooms that were going from one side to the other, dangerously close to you, they arrived at their camp house, "Hey Sigmulus, is my tarp ready?" asked your father, "Amos, I'm very sorry, I'm not sure what happened because there is a lake inside it, I don't think you can stay here, Amos" said that bald man somewhat dismayed, "Bloody hell, Guess we'll just have to stick with the weasleys, they must have plenty of room."
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that-lame-ghoul9000 · 2 years
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So I'm finally sitting down and fixing Part 3 of Yule Ball. I finally have the time. So hopefully I can post it soon.
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frenziedfireworks · 6 months
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First Time
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Fred Weasley x Reader
Summary : You've been trying to figure out how to bring up sex to your boyfriend..
CW : SMUT, 18+, virgin!reader, fem!reader, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, nervous/awkward reader, praise, creampie
A/N : I am sorry I am a few days behind on kinktober! I am working on all the stories now and hopefully posting them soon! I've not been feeling amazing.
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Fred was an amazing boyfriend. He respected your boundaries and only wanted you to feel safe with him. The two of you hadn’t even brought up the topic of sex despite being together for a few months now. Lately however, you had been thinking of it quite a lot. It didn’t help that every time he got back from quidditch practice all sweaty it made you.. horny. 
You squirmed against Fred’s bed as you listened to him talk about some ‘wonderful plan’ Wood had come up with. Frankly you couldn’t pay attention as your eyes wandered his bare chest and your nervous thoughts arose again. Did you want to ask? Would he laugh at you for being so inexperienced? You didn’t know.
“Love, are you even listening?” Fred laughed as he turned to face you, throwing his dirty clothes in his hamper. You shook your head and smiled.
“Yeah Fred, sorry. Just got a bit distracted.” 
Fred’s eyebrow raised as he walked closer, his hand rubbing up and down your arm.
“Is something wrong? Do I need to prank someone?”
You couldn’t help but snort at the last part.
“No Fred. Nothing bad.” 
“Then what was it dear? Just admiring your handsome, amazing, gorgeous boyfriend?” Fred teased as he struck a pose. You rolled your eyes as you held back your true answer.
“Oh of course. Don’t forget humble too.” 
“Oh yes. I am quite humble aren’t I?” Fred grinned as he leaned in to steal a quick kiss. Your hands tangled against his locks and he groaned against your lips. The kiss became more heated, both of you laying against the bed as your tongues brushed past eachother. Fred, ever so respectful, kept his hands on your arms. As much as you felt honored by his movements you couldn’t help but get a little annoyed. Did he not want you? No.. you were just overthinking. 
Fred moved back, brushing his hand against your cheek.
“Darling, something is bothering you. You might as well tell me. Then neither of us have to worry.” 
You bit your lip as you thought about how to word it. Your stomach churned at the thought of embarrassment and how he would respond. You knew him better than to expect something bad but it still was.. nerve racking. 
“Well.. I just. Do you ever think about sex?” You blurted out and automatically wanted to smack yourself. Way to be subtle..
Fred’s smile turned into a smirk, his hands dusting your shoulders.
“Is someone horny? Is that what’s wrong?” 
You could feel your face burn as you looked anywhere but him. Fred’s hand rubbed at your cheek redirecting your eyes back to his.
“You don’t need to be nervous, love. It’s a normal thing. If I was wrong you can tell me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Fred’s voice was calm, his eyes softening with affection. You couldn’t help but feel the urge grow stronger at his care.
“I-I.. You’re right. I am just really nervous.” 
“About what?” Fred placed a few smooches against your jaw as he worked his hand down your arm.
“I’ve never done this before Fred..” 
Fred’s smile grew larger at your words as he pulled you closer.
“And you want it to be with me? I’m honoured. I’ll be gentle if this is what you want..” 
You could only nod and Fred took it as a sign to move. His lips pressed into yours again, starting the kiss out slow. Your need overpowered his soft urges and you deepened the kiss, your hands roaming down his chest. You pushed yourself against his form and let out a moan as his hands trailed across your ass. 
“Can I touch you?” Fred whispered as he stalled his hands around your waistband. Your breaths were harsh as you felt your core pulse.
“Yes Fred.. Please.” 
Fred’s hands were quick to action, helping you to shimmy your pants down. You could feel yourself growing nervous under his gaze. He rubbed your thighs, leaning down to kiss on the insides of them.
“You’re gorgeous. I love you.. All of you.” Fred licked at the skin and pulled, making you gasp in surprise. He chuckled against you as his fingers rubbed over the wet spot on your panties, making your legs wrap tightly around his shoulders.
“So responsive.. I bet you taste even better.” Fred continued his pats to your thigh as he pushed your underwear to the side. You shivered at the cold air against your moist core, turning your face away from the erotic sight. It was nerve racking and hot at the same time. 
“Darling have you fingered yourself before?” Fred questioned as his fingers ran up and down your folds. Your mind was so distracted you could barely take in his words.
“Y-Yes..” You stuttered out as his thumb circled your nub, already making you clench. 
“What a good girl. I’m going to use a finger to prep you.. Alright? You just relax and enjoy it.” Fred continued his ministrations to the outside of your pussy for a bit before he deemed it ‘good enough’. You felt his digit tease at your hole, your eyes tightening together as you desperately awaited. 
“Relax, it’s not going to hurt you.” Fred chuckled as his finger continued to circle and you groaned.
“I’m not scared.. I just want it.” Your words seemed to shock Fred as his eyes went wide before a wicked smirk appeared on his face.
“You want it, yeah? I’ll give you it, baby.” Fred’s fingers finally took the plunge, making you throw your head back in pleasure. He pumped them in slowly, letting you adjust before he picked up the pace. 
“Feel good? You look like you taste amazing..” Fred whispered out, his face getting closer and closer to your cunt. You felt your body jerk as the realization of what he was about to do dawned on you.
“Fred.. You don’t want to put your mouth there.” You felt yourself burn and tighten around his finger, your body wracked with apprehension. 
“Oh but doll.. I do.” Fred gave you another look to make sure you were fine with it before his mouth closed against you. Your hands grasped at his hair as your cunt spasmed at the new sensation. It was all so much, his finger, his tongue, his watchful eyes. 
“Fred I’m gonna..” You choked out, your body just a few seconds from flying over the edge. Fred just nodded as he continued his assault on your cunt.
“Cum for me.” 
You did as you were told, falling apart against his mouth. His tongue lapped at your juices making you jump at the sensitivity. Fred stood up as he stripped most of his clothes, leaving him in just boxers. He sat down next to you, rubbing at your torso with a wide smile.
“Are you still sure about everything? We can just leave it there if you feel nervous. I am so proud of you darling..” 
You shook your head. There was no going back now and you definitely didn’t want to. Even after already finishing you could feel the desperation in you beginning to ramp up again. Your eyes wandered along the tent in his underpants before looking back up to him.
“No.. I want you Fred.” You leaned in to kiss him, your hands mimicking what he did to you. He hummed at your actions and began to help with the fabric confinement in the way. You pulled back and watched as his cock sprung out, slapping against his stomach. The tip was an angry shade of red and dripped with precum. You could feel yourself gush at the sight, a sudden urge to lick at the slick filling your mind. 
“You like what you see?” Fred laughed as he pulled your legs apart, slipping between them. His cock nudged at your folds and you felt yourself shake with anticipation. This was it.
“Do it…” You choked out, tired of how slow he was going. You appreciated his care but now the need in you was growing far too strong. So strong that it outweighed any anxious thoughts you once had minutes ago. 
“As you wish.” Fred slowly began to enter you, your body tensing at the harsh feeling. Your eyes watered a bit as he continued, trying your best to adjust. Fred took notice of your discomfort, his thumb beginning to circle around your pulse point.
“There there darling. It’ll feel good soon I promise.” 
It took a while before your body got used to the intrusion and you nodded for him to move. He began to thrust shallowly in and out of you, watching to make sure you were alright. The more movement he made the more you got used to it, slowly feeling the sharp pains turn to ones of pleasure. 
“Oh..” You gasped as he bottomed out and Fred took notice of the change. He smirked and began to thrust harder, your mind going dumb with ecstasy. 
“That feel good? Your pretty pussy feels good around my cock. Squeezing me so damn hard.. I don’t think I’m gonna last too long.”
Your lips mumbled out incoherent yeses as he continued to gain speed, pushing you deeper against the mattress. You could feel the string in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, your eyes meeting his with a plea.
“F-fuck. Cum for me.. I love you.” Fred’s thrusts became sloppy as you peeked, your cunt spasming against him, your legs locking him in place.
“Fred-” You gasped as you felt his hot seed fill up inside of you, his head falling against your shoulder as he came. 
Slowly he pulled out and fell next to you in bed. You rubbed at his sweaty cheek, moving a bit of hair off his forehead as you both shared a sweet kiss.
“I love you Fred.” You whispered out.
“I love you too Y/N. I hope I made your first time special.” Fred pulled you against his chest and you listened to his heartbeat. You felt full and satisfied. Not only did you not have to overthink anymore but you would remember this moment forever.
“You did. Thank you.”
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weasleyreidstyles · 4 months
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Serendipity Masterlist
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summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.
series status: ongoing
“serendipity is the phenomenon of discovering something interesting or valuable by chance”
no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18. and bellatrix isn't mattheo's mother in this fic (just fyi)
pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader
warning(s): 18+ content, angst, fluff, some canon compliance, some canon divergence, typical wizarding world violence, war, torture, drugging, hospitals, familial problems, mean!harry, mean!ron....
** indicates smut warning
~∞~ chapter one
chapter summary: on the trainride to your sixth year, your friends give you a proposition that you can't refuse.
~∞~ chapter two
chapter summary: it's your first day back as a sixth year student. Classes are more intense and your first lesson with Mattheo ensues.
~∞~ chapter three
chapter summary: the first Hogsmeade trip of the year has a rather unpleasant ending.
~∞~ chapter four
chapter summary: after you end up confined to the Hospital Wing, you're surprised when Professor Dumbledore pays you a visit.
~∞~ chapter five
chapter summary: Mattheo has been avoiding you. You find and confront him after a frustrating week.
~∞~ chapter six **
chapter summary: the growing tension between you and Mattheo snaps. He reveals something about yourself that you has scarcely any prior knowledge of.
~∞~ chapter seven
chapter summary: joyful dinner parties and a switch in point of view. Two juxtaposing starts to the christmas holidays.
~∞~ chapter eight **
chapter summary: you're given plenty of revelations: all equally as daunting as the other.
~∞~ chapter nine
chapter summary: Ginny ambushes you in the library and Ron's birthday is off to a delirious start.
~∞~ chapter ten
chapter summary: in the aftermath of Ron's poisoning, Harry learns a thing or two about where your loyalties lie when he overhears your private conversation with the headmaster.
~∞~ chapter eleven
chapter summary: intent on avoiding him, you underestimate just how desperate Mattheo is to be around you.
~∞~ chapter twelve
chapter summary: new friendships are formed and you finally learn to control your abilities. Mattheo comes to a life altering realisation.
~∞~ chapter thirteen **
chapter summary: idk how to summarise this but i will say it's pure smut...enjoy
~∞~ chapter fourteen
chapter summary: friendships are rekindled and you save Draco from certain death in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, igniting your powers in the process.
~∞~ chapter fifteen
chapter summary: now fully recovered, Draco has a task to complete. The fate of the Wizarding World hangs in the precipice of his actions.
~∞~ chapter sixteen
chapter summary: after a startling and gutting discovery. secrets are revealed and alliances are questioned as Voldemort's tyranny begins to fester into the beginnings of another war.
~∞~ chapter seventeen (coming soon!!)
chapter summary:
series oneshots/headcannons:
~∞~ tulips & starlight – valentines day drabble
~∞~ serendipity hcs (mattheo) – a glimpse at his life pre sixth year
~∞~ invisible string – bonus chapter (?) between ch. 16 and 17 (coming soon!)
series taglist:
(striked out users are ones that i couldn't tag, reblogs of the individual posts have an extended taglist)
@camille-1019 @lovelyygirl8 @xluansstuff @babeylover @thejadeazalea @undercover-smutlover @adhxmoony @dreamingofonceuponatime @thepassionatereader @urmomsgayforme5 @aphroditeisamilf @devotedlycrookeddonut @purplegirls-posts @nofacenonamelikekira @foxboyapologist @lafrone @lovely-maryj @nromanovaswife @leeknows-wife @dracygf @wildlyobserving @ravenclawprincess33 @melllinaa @vellicora @lantsovheiress @emiliahoward @stunkbiggu @vcosette @prongsprincessworld @mattiesgirl @rachmmb @x-kermit-x @sun-fiower-seed @cas-planet @certaindreampost @weirdowithnobeardo @mikalovesicecream @sunasbbie @rainy-darling @faeriepigeons @lovely-blackinnon @hiireadstuff @gimalo135 @elsafromcabinsix @moonlightreader649 @blueshome @nopedefe @spencerreidsthings @navs-bhat @agent-tempest @magimtz23 @y0urm0m12 @sbrn0905 @leona-hawthorne @whatsupb18 @moni-cah @taylorann2013 @unstablereader @gisellesprettylies @nat1221
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rafesmuse · 4 months
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˖ .♡ .˚⊹ ALL 11K CELEBRATION ASKS ⊹˚. ♡. ˖
a collection of the celebration asks i have done for my 11k celebration.
nav. // m.lists // obx daydreams // hp daydreams
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— PORN LINKS
rafe cameron // vol. 2
jj maybank // vol. 2
sarah cameron // vol. 2
theo nott // vol. 2
fred weasley // vol. 2
george weasley // vol. 2
billy loomis // vol. 2
— BLURBS
RAFE CAMERON
teasing rafe with a lollipop
buying sexy costumes but rafe opens the package
rafe teasing and praising you while going down on you
rafe helping reader who has broken her leg
JJ MAYBANK
jj taking your virginity
enemies/fuck buddies with jj
— HEADCANONS
RAFE CAMERON
protective rafe with anxious reader
feeling bad about rafe spoiling you
THEO NOTT
holiday season with theo nott
cleaning up hockey!theo nott
FRED WEASLEY
fred hearing you talk sexually in your sleep
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y13evie · 2 months
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hi guys request harry potter ideas im bored
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wannabemurdock · 1 year
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Hi,
I want to attempt kinktober without placing too hard expectations on myself so hopefully I’ll post everyday but if not, that’s okay!
I will be posting 31 p*rn links for 31 days each with a little prompt.
If you have any requests send them through.
find all my other work here
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Day 1: Matt Murdock + pussy worship
Day 2: Rick Grimes + handcuffs
Day 3: Bucky Barnes + soft sex
Day 4: Daryl Dixon + overstimulation
Day 5: Frank Castle + housewife kink
Day 6: Charlie Weasley + bathroom sex
Day 7: Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) + bondage
Day 8: Sirius Black + face riding
Day 9: Kate Bishop + tit worship
Day 10: Negan Smith + thigh riding
Day 11: George Weasley + caught masturbating
Day 12: Wanda Maximoff + bondage
Day 13: Daryl Dixon + face sitting
Day 14: Natasha Romanoff + phone sex
Day 15: Fred Weasley + begging
Day 16: Eddie Munson + exhibitionism
Day 17: Daryl Dixon + cockwarming
Day 18: Natasha Romanoff + bl00d kink
Day 19: Steve Rogers + rough sex
Day 20: Daryl Dixon + bathtub sex
Day 21: Daryl Dixon & Rick Grimes + threesome
Day 22: Charlie Weasley + throat fucking
Day 23: Matt Murdock + office sex
Day 24: Foggy Nelson + lingerie
Day 25: Bucky Barnes + knife kink
Day 26: Sirius Black + mirror hand job
Day 27: Maggie Rhee & Rosita Espinosa + threesome
Day 28: Peter Parker + fingering
Day 29: Natasha Romanoff + praise kink
Day 30: Foggy Nelson + cockwarming
Day 31: Charlie Weasley + edging
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