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Oklahoma Skies

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The sky began changing, heavy rain falling onto Tyler's white shirt as he walked away from you.

The way his shirt was clinging to him, made you weak in the knees. You wanted nothing more than to follow him and drag him back to bed with you.

Ripping his soaked white tee from his chiseled muscles. You were pulled from your fantasy by the blaring of the tornado warning. Panic crossing your features as you knew the storm Tyler was tracking is now coming towards you.

Your feet carried you off the porch, quickly finding your voice, "Tyler"

He whipped around, his features watching the fear on your face as he quickly made his way towards you.

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On Your Knees- George Weasley x Reader

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK- IF YOU WANT MORE OR LESS!!

WARNINGS: SEX, MENTIONS OF DRINKING, 18+

The common room was echoing, music bouncing off the walls as the end of year party raged on. Drinks flowed; dancing ensued as each student was finally enjoying some alone time away from their exhausting studies.  

You watched from across the common room, your Slytherin colors standing out against the Gryffindor colors. The emerald, green dress you were wearing clinging to your curves, silver accents twinkling under the strobe lights. As you watched your friends mingle among the group, a certain red head was watching you from across the room.  

There was George Weasley watching you as you leaned against the wall, drink in hand. The clear look of amusement crossed your features as you watched the room. He was drawn in by your beauty, by the infectious smirk playing on your features.  

Your eyes flashed across the common room, before catching a pair of darker hued eyes. George... you watched as his chest bounced in laughter as he carefully looked back at you. His gaze was watching your face, taking in every detail of it as a soft smile graced your features.   

A slight bump on your arm tore your gaze from him. Your friend's laughter filled your ears as you turned to face them. Taking in their disheveled hair and outfits shifted from the excessive dancing. 

“Having fun, you two?” you asked, a small laugh erupting from you.  

Your friend, Linnea, smirked. “Clearly not as much fun as you playing eye fuck with a Weasley twin”  

Your face growing hot, embarrassment starting to cover your features as you cleared your throat. You have been playing eye fuck with a certain twin for the past year, swearing that it will never lead anywhere because it’s just harmless fun.  

But the longer 5th year when on, the longer you realized your feelings for the certain red headed twin who made your stomach spin with butterflies. The way a blush could creep onto your face with only a mere thought of his goofy smile and playful laughter.  

You turned to your friends, “Well maybe it’s time to stop playing eye fuck, and hit the home run”  

A smirk running across your features as you turned on your heel. Your shoes echoing against the stone as you strutted your way to a certain pair of Weasley’s. Feeling your friends' gaze staring into your back as you got closer to George.  

He smiled down at your short stature, your presence next to him drawing him away from his twin and close friends. It was as if he was drawn to you, in every room he always found your gaze. 

“Hello gorgeous” he said in his soft tone, taking in your beauty. Your soft smile crossing your features as you stared up at him, a soft blush coloring your cheeks.  

“Hi Georgie” you said, leaning into him. His arm making its way softly to your shoulders, holding you close to his side. You felt yourself relaxing against his warmth, taking in his scent of vanilla.  

He leaned down close to your ear, not listening to what Fred and Lee were carrying on about. You knew they were probably discussing pranks, or another way to avoid detention from Snape.  

“How’s my girl?” you felt a chill run down your spine as you felt his breath against your ear as he spoke.  

You smiled up at him, beckoning him closer to you again. He brought his ear close to your lips, “Better now, want to get out of here?” you heard yourself say as your hot breath fanned his cheek.  

A vibrant blush crossed your features, knowing that there would be no turning back from your actions if you walked out of this party with him. You felt his gaze fall hard on your face, his goofy smile crossing his features as his hand found yours, fitting perfectly together.  

You looked over your shoulder, gazing at your friends who were giving you a thumbs up as they tried balancing their drinks in their hands. You softly laughed at their reactions, knowing you would never have the courage without their teasing.  

You carefully followed him through the crowd. Ducking around the dance floor, avoiding the overindulged students ahead of you. Your hand tightening around his, as he led you up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.  

The winding staircase led to his room at the top of the stairs. He pushed against the door, a soft squeak echoing through the staircase. A soft glisten from the candles within the room caught your eye as you brushed past him, entering his room. The smell of vanilla overtaking your senses again.  

The door remained cracked behind the both of you. You stared up at his taller stature, his dark eyes staring into yours. You could feel his gaze taking in every feature on your face, just as you took in his features. 

Your fingers trailed up his forearms, the veins protruding out softly. The feeling of his soft skin under your fingertips brought chills to your spine. Biting on your lips, you made your move. 

Your hand trailed up his arm once more, resting on the back of his neck. Playing with his soft, ginger hair at the nape of his neck. You brought his face to yours, your lips catching his softly. The taste of fire whiskey bouncing off his lips as he kissed you back softly.  

His hand trailed around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Lips moving in rhythm, you softly moaned against him. The idea of kissing him seemed like a fantasy until right now, he was in your grasp, and you had him.  

You pulled away from him, staring at his features. His gaze was glazed, and lips swollen from your heated moment together. The idea of what was to come sending butterflies running through your stomach. He dropped his hands from your waist, making his way to his bed. Slowly unbuttoning the top buttons of his dress shirt.  

Watching as his long, thick fingers unbuttoned the delicate piece of fabric- it sent a chill down your spine and an image developed in your mind. The idea that this man was yours in this moment seemed unrealistic.  

You felt compelled to back towards the door, running before you made a mistake and you both regretted such a notion. The door softly closed behind your motion, and felt the door pressed against your back, as you watched him follow your movements.  

His face was filled with lust and need, his normally pale cheeks filled with a soft tint of red. His still swollen from the moment you shared only moment ago. You felt drawn to him in every way even with such fear of facing your feelings, not knowing how he felt.  

But even with a feeling of uncertainty, you felt his deep stare watching you softly, analyzing every motion your body made. The shutter that went down your spine as he bit his lip softly, the blush that crossed your features. 

The image you had in your mind of him buried deep between your legs made your pussy wet with excitement. You were hitting this home run, uncertain or not you wanted him.  

"You know George, I prefer a man on his knees" you said in a seductive tone. Watching his movements as he stalked towards you, his long legs reaching you no problem. 

He carefully gripped your hips, bringing you flush against him. Pinning you against the door.  

He carefully lowered himself to his knees, soft hands sliding under the hem of your green dress. He watched your actions, to make sure you were okay. A soft moan in response gave him exactly what he needed. 

Your dress carefully rose to your hips, your pussy displayed in the candlelight. The lack of undergarments taking his breath away.  

“No panties, naughty girl” he said, chuckling to himself as your moaned at the words. 

“No pantie lines” you softly laughed as his hands ran their way up your thighs.  

He carefully nudged your knees, pushing them slightly apart so he could take in your beautiful pussy in all its glory. He could see the wetness dripping from you, as you watched him taking you in.  

“You’re sure” he said, catching your eyes as you smiled down at him, you softly nodded knowing this is exactly where you wanted to be.  

Feeling his hot breath on your pussy, you felt your hips roll involuntarily towards him- almost enticing him in. He dove in, swiftly working his tongue on your pussy, the pleasure causing your hands to fly down into his hair, tugging.  

He lapped up your wetness, teasing your clit and your entrance with his long fingers. Your moans bounced off the walls as he entered his dinger into you. Softly pumping in and out, bringing the fire in your stomach closer to exploding.  

You tugged hard on his hard, a soft moan fell from his mouth as he nibbled on your clit. He was hell bound to get you to your orgasm, he wanted you in every way he could have you.  

“I'm clo-se" you moaned louder as your grip on him tightened. You could feel the fire in your stomach so close to exploding, the amount of pleasure overwhelming your senses.  

“Give it to me baby” he moaned, watching your orgasm fall over you. Loud moans bounced around the room as you pulsated around his fingers as he lapped up your orgasm.  

You felt your legs so weak under you, he rose from his knees and threw you over his shoulder making his way to the bed.  

Your back softly hit the bed as he hovered over you. HIs lips glistened in the candlelight from your orgasm. In this moment, there was no where you would rather be. Your hand found its way to the nape of his neck, pulling him down to you. His soft lips hit yours, fireworks bouncing around the room. 

He carefully pushed your dress all the way up, exposing your breasts to him. He broke the kiss, his lips finding your nipple softly. A moan falling from your lips as he softly sucked.  

You began rubbing your bare pussy against his clothed crotch. The erection he was sporting, sticking out like sore thumb.  

“Yes, my love” he said, watching your motions. 

“I need you” you moaned, against him once more, hips bucking at him.  

He chuckled as he swiftly shed his dress shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled out his erection, his dick leaking pre-cum with a fiery red tip. He was just waiting to have you.  

You moaned at the view, the idea of him inside of you make you drip.  

You felt his tip at your entrance, teasing you gently. You moaned at the contact before he entered you with one swift movement. His large dick filling up every crevasse inside of you.  

He sat still momentarily, giving you a minute to adjust to his size. You offered him a soft nod and he began pounding into you. His hands finding your hips as he pulled you flush with him. His sharp movements sent your eyes flying back into your head as pleasure overtook your senses.  

You had never felt so full in your life as he pounded into you sharply. The sound of your hips repeatedly making contact echoed through the door room. Your eyes connected with his, his pupils blown with lust as he continued to fuck you senseless.  

“Who do you belong to?” he moaned; you felt your pussy pulsate around him. The fire in your stomach is igniting. His fingers finding your clit, rubbing softly to add to your pleasure. 

Your head fell back making contact with the sheets, “Yours” you moaned as you felt your orgasm hitting you full force. Your legs began to shake as you tightened around him.  

He threw his head back in a deep moan, chasing his climax. “Mine” you felt yourself whisper as you felt his warmth beginning to spill into you, filling you to the brim. 

“Yours” fell off his lips as his choked moans softly fell from his mouth as he slowly pulled out of you.  

You shivered at the loss of contact, propping yourself on your elbows- looking at him softly. A smile crossed his features as he looked at you. Taking in your post orgasm glow, knowing this was something he wanted every day.  

A newfound confidence erupted from you, “So are you going to ask me out now” you laughed, watching him.  

A goofy grin crossed his features, “Well of course, I might have to beg on my knees though- since that’s your favorite thing” Your jaw dropped at his statement, causing a bout of laughter to fall from the both of you.  

For the first time, the cloud of uncertainty had risen. And you most certainly hit the home run.  

TAGLIST: @dancethroughthethunder @a-lumos-in-the-nox

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i NEED anything with glasses reid or munch reid i’m literally frothing at the mouth 🙏

ty for ur request :D fem!reader

"Emily," you say weakly. "What is that?" 

Emily looks up from her desk, clearly desperate for a distraction, the lip of her coffee mug against painted lips. "What's what?" 

"That." You point. You feel sick to your stomach. "That right there." 

"Oh," Emily says happily. "You finally noticed. Yeah, Spence forgot to renew his contact prescription. He has to wear glasses for two weeks." 

Spencer stands by the photocopier with a perturbed frown, clicking a button, then another. His brow is furrowed and his hair is falling into his eyes. He has the stupidest, dorkiest, prettiest face, and practically every expression he makes has you weak in the knees.

"That long?" you ask. 

Derek looks up in concern at your pained tone, following the line of your eyes. When he realises what it is that's hurt you so, he skirts around the desk to shake your shoulder. "You could always tell him how you feel. I'm sure he'd keep the lenses forever if he knew you liked them." 

"I don't like them," you say. You sound faraway to your own ears. You hate them. They're gonna be your demise. 

Spencer runs a fingertip across the photocopier's screen, in his own world as the machine finally begins to chug out whatever it is he'd been wanting a duplicate of. The frames of his glasses sit snug on his nose. You can tell from even this distance that the lenses make his eyes look a tiny bit smaller. You could probably point out a misplaced freckle if he asked you to.

"Don't be cruel, he looks cute," Emily teases. 

Spencer collects his papers, shuffling them into a straight line as he makes his way back to the bullpen. You pretend to take interest in Emily's things. She sips her coffee too nonchalantly. Derek doesn't even bother pretending. 

"What?" Spencer asks, swift to spot your suspicious behaviours. "Is it the glasses?" 

You wince. "Of course not. You look… you look really nice, Spence." 

"You know he used to wear 'em every day?" Derek asks.

You would've died. "Before I joined?" 

"For a few years," Spencer says, looking you over. "You're unhappy. Is something wrong?" 

He looks to Derek and Emily for confirmation. Emily stutters for an answer while Derek laughs in the background, "She– you know. She just– She missed breakfast!" 

Spencer pushes his glasses up his nose by the leg and drops his copies onto the desk. "I have dried apricot in my bag. Two seconds." 

He bends over his chair to retrieve his bag from under the desk. Your eyes blow wide at his position, the sudden demonstration of well-fitted pants. Derek's laugh echoes up to the eaves. 

"And he has that twenty four seven," Emily says against the rim of her coffee. 

You scrunch your eyes closed and tilt your head back. After a few seconds, a hand touches your elbow gently, a hesitance that comes with only one member of the BAU. "You okay?" Spencer asks. 

"I'm okay. Headache," you lie. 

Spencer presses the apricot into your hands. "Maybe you should see an optician. You know they can tell if you have a brain tumour from one photo of your sclera?" He smiles morbidly, his glasses slipping down his nose. "They measure the size of your optic disk. It takes less than a minute. I can give you the name of my doctor, if you want. She's nice. Not as nice as you." 

Your throat is so dry you can't form words to answer him. He doesn't judge your rigid nodding. 

"I'll write down the number for you. And, Y/N?" 

"Yeah?" you choke out. 

"You look really nice today, too." 

Emily has to kick you in the leg to bring you back to earth. Stupid Spencer. Stupid lovely glasses. 

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lemme just say.... that george weasley x reader idea that you have is SO good- I'm excited 😫

(if you do end up posting it that is 👀)

I’m so glad you are looking forward to it!!! I definitely plan on posting! If you want to be added to the taglist, shoot me a message!!

Xo, EM

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On your knees- George Weasley x Reader

AN IDEA I AM THINKING OF... WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?? I AM FINALLY GETTING BACK INTO WRITING!!!

You felt the door behind your back as you slowly backed away from George's stare.

His stare watching you softly, watching every motion your body made. The shutter that went down your spine as he bit his lip softly, the blush that crossed your features.

The image you had in your mind of him buried deep between your legs made your pussy wet with excitement.

"You know George, I prefer a man on his knees" you said in a seductive tone. Watching his movements as he stalked towards you, his long legs reaching you no problem.

He carefully gripped your hips, bringing you into him.

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sorry about the shirt (f.w.)

a/n: now that i named this fic this, now i have an idea for another fic with this as a prompt.... ugh my mind, curse my cognition! also, i have deleted this and reformatted this like six times and the title is still not saving as a god-damn title anymore. ugh. tumblr (pls don't shadowban me again)

tv show/movie: harry potter | pairing: fred weasley x fem!hufflepuff!reader

requested by the lovely @readingfan  (hope you enjoy it💛!) | my little pea-sized, fred-lane brain made this a fred x reader without me realizing it until seconds before posting this

synopsis: fred and george getting a summer job in a coffee shop where a pretty girl frequents. said pretty girl seems to have fred in a trance. what could possibly go wrong? well, fred knows what could now that an innocent shirt has been ruined.

taglist: @frederickandgeorge-weasley | @lilypad-55449 | @popeheywardssecretgf | @eichenhouseproperty | @slytherinambitious | @onyourgoddamnleft *line through you user means i could not tag you lovelies!

warnings: reader is described to wear sundresses | mentioned of negative thoughts about oneself (reader has negative thoughts about herself) | fred and george being teens (aged to be 18, idc if it's not canonically plausible) working in retail).

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Summer was supposed to be a time of freedom, long nights, and recklessness and there was nobody else who knew this more than Fred and George. Unfortunately for them, it appears that their summer was going to be nothing but seeing the inside of that damn coffee shop. Fred and George rarely ever regretted a prank, but right now, they were starting to think that perhaps slipping Malfoy that candy that made his skin turn Gryffindor red and his hair a golden snitch gold wasn’t worth this. It also taught them that when Malfoy said his father would hear about this, he actually means it - sometimes.  

  However, no matter how funny the prank was and how much it was worth all the time they spent planning and agonizing to create the final product, it was not worth this. Not worth the wrinkled fingers that lost all feeling after wiping down every single table and counter in the cafe. Not worth the skin of the heat from the coffee machines. Not worth the horrible experience of dealing with customers. Not to mention uncomfortable uniforms. Forced to wear black jeans, black dress shirts, and a ratty old apron ten other people wore before them. 

  While George grumbled everyday, hoping and wishing for their return to Hogwarts (something nobody expected to hear), Fred’s summer was not a complete waste. He did not realize this when they applied for their job, but this coffee shop tucked into a hidden alleyway of Diagon Alley was often frequented by a rather pretty girl. In her flowing sundresses, her hair cascading down over her shoulders in soft waves. When he first saw her his knees nearly gave out. Then when she turned to leave (lemonade in hand - it was a hot day) and he caught a glimpse of the white ribbon tying her hair into a half-up, half-down style, George had to catch him because his knees did give out. She looked vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn’t exactly place her. 

  “She’s in our year, a Hufflepuff,” Hermione had told him one day when she and Ron had visited them. They were out gathering ideas for a present for Harry. “She’s quiet, likes to stick to her routine but doesn’t shy away from new opportunities. She’s in my book club and study club. She has such a beautiful voice but she thinks it's horrible - that’s why she is so quiet.” She revealed after Fred pressed her for more information. 

  Unfortunately for Fred, he has yet to hear that beautiful voice since he never seems to be on the cash when she comes in or someone beats him to it - usually George as a form of twisted amusement. “Hermione was right. She does have a beautiful voice.” George blinked after the first time he took her order. It was later discovered that the reason she hates her voice was because some Slytherins had poked fun at her in First Year, leaving her with an ugly taste in her mouth and horrible self-confidence. Fred could wring their necks, every last one of them. 

  Anytime Fred had any downtime, he found himself thinking of her. He knew nothing of her but, yet, she consumed every thought and every dream of his. Such as today. It was a horribly humid and dreadful day. Every door to the coffee shop was open, a cooling spell was placed on the shop but it was barely fighting against the stickiness, and the owner even found some muggle fans and set them up. It was slow, barely anyone wanted to leave their houses and if they did, they surely couldn’t even think about sipping on a coffee - even one of their iced ones since the ice would probably melt before they even took their first sip. 

  But here was Fred, elbows digging into the counter as he hogged one of the fans. His back was facing the entrance as he moved with the fan which was oscillating. George was in the back, doing work back there but Fred was sure he was just sitting in front of that fan. “Bloody hell.” He groaned, pinching his shirt and pulling it away from him. This was torture. 

  “Excuse me,” A soft, hesitant voice called to him over the rattling of the fan, startling him. Turning around, his eyes widened when she saw who stood at the counter. Hair pulled up into a high ponytail, bangs hanging around her face from where the shorter strands fell out of the ponytail. Even looking right at her, he saw the ribbon she usually wore in her hair. Today’s was a pretty yellow shade, matching the sundress she wore. It was a pale yellow, nothing that jumped right out at you. “Could I get a large lemonade?” She asked him, blinking sweetly as she rolled up to the balls of her white converse. That voice. He was blown away. He was never going to be the same after hearing that beautiful sound. How could he go on with his life knowing that that voice exists and he isn’t hearing it every second of everyday.  

  “Yes, of course,” He nodded, rushing to the counter, nearly tripping over himself. “George, can you make a large lemonade?” He yelled out back as he typed away on the till. Instantly, George emerged, a large lemonade in hand. 

  “Here ya go, Y/N. I knew you would be wanting one of these today. Made it once I heard your voice.” He winked at her and Fred contemplated murdering him right there. He actually considered it when she giggled at his twin, but the sound made him stop. Everybody said her voice was the most beautiful sound, which he could agree with all his heart on now that he heard it, but her giggle. Just thinking about making her laugh made him want to lay on his stomach on his bed and kick his feet like Ginny does whenever Harry says hi to her. 

  “Thank you, George,” She smiled thankfully, holding out her hand. Almost as if under a spell, Fred reached his hand out, palm facing up. With her sweet smile turning to Fred, she dropped a handful of sickles in his palm. Her fingers brushed against the palm of his hand, sending shivers and sparks running through his nerves. “That’s enough for the lemonade and ten sickles for you guys to split for a tip. Thank you, Fred.” 

  The shock sent to Fred’s system was immense when she said his name. She knew his name. She knew his name. He opened and closed his mouth as she turned on her heel, her skirt flaring up adorably, her ponytail and ribbon flaring up as well and off she went into the dreadful heat, making Fred’s day so much better. 

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  It was a rush. Possibly the biggest rush Fred and George have ever experienced at the shop. The queue was running out of the door. Perhaps everyone just now realized that summer was coming to a close and just now decided to emerge from their lazy, hazy, summer daze to enjoy the days. This, of course, made Fred miserable. 

  Instead of enjoying their time, patrons were making their lives a living hell. And for what? Amusement? What was the reason he had to get yelled at by a man because his coffee was too hot to drink? He questioned if it was possible that these people got some sort of happiness from throwing adult hissyfits and yelling at underpaid, overworked employees. Did they have some sort of odd kink? Did it fill a missing void? Whatever it was, Fred quite frankly did not want to be part of it.  

  However, when he saw that shining face in the queue, her nose buried in her book as she read so intently. She wore her hair down aside from two locks of hair tied back into a braid, secured by a light blue ribbon today. When he saw her, he froze for a moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way the sun burned through the dirty windows (that seemed to have fingerprint smudged permanently tattooed on it) and hit her like a golden spotlight. The way her finger absentmindedly stroked the cover of her book as she read. 

  “Excuse me,” The customer in front of him barked. He jolted back to reality. Frankly, he already was in reality since Y/N was completely gorgeous. There was no fantasy about that. She was perfect. The fantasy was that she had feelings for him or at least thought he was cute. “Did you get my order?” The man, a short, plump man with an angry red nose despite the beautiful summer day they were having, grumbled. 

  “One medium coffee. Would you like that iced or with anything in it?” Fred asked the normal questions, bracing himself for the normal response he usually received from people with certain mannerisms. 

  The man’s nose seemed to get even more red. “Of course I don’t. If I wanted it another way, I would have ordered it another way. What do I look like? An idiot? Rowena, you kids these days, needing to have things iced and sweetened. Whatever happened to the good British taste? Black coffee. That is what I want-”

  “That will be 3 sickles, Sir.” Fred read the total off, noticing how Y/N glanced up, rolling onto her tiptoes to take note of what was taking so long. He wanted to get this nasty old man out of his line so that she could get on with her day. Her day shouldn’t be wasted in this shop waiting in line. 

  “Here, keep the change.” The man basically tossed the sickles at Fred. Four sickles. 

  “Some change,” Fred whispered under his breath, putting three sickles in the till and dropping one in the communal tip jar. That naked a total of five sickles in tips. “Have a nice day, sir,” Fred faked a smile as the man waddled off to the pick-up area, barking at George to hurry up. “I can help whoever is next.” “Two people until her.” Fred thought. 

  “Hi, could we get two lemonades? Mediums please,” The teen girl giggled, eyes staring up at Fred sweetly. Fred nodded, writing the order down and sliding it along the counter. Harrison, the manager, grabbed it to start making it. “So, we’ll be seeing you at Hogwarts in a couple of weeks, right, George?” She asked with a bat of her eyelashes, still getting his name wrong despite his name tag being basically eye level with her. He could see Y/N look up from her book, snickering slightly behind her book. 

  “I’m actually Fred. And yes. That will be seven sickles today.” Fred read off their total, holding his hand out for their money. 

  “Oh, sorry. You both are so handsome, it’s hard to tell you apart.” She flirted with a wink, dropping exactly seven sickles in his hand. 

  “Have a nice day,” He nodded to them as they wandered off with linked arms to bother George. “Next please!” He just needed to take care of this one customer and then she would be at his cash. Evidently, she noticed this as she was tucking her book into her bag and pulling out her coin wallet. He watched her intently, somehow managing to take the customer’s order and recite the amount of money he needed. 

  He watched as she counted the sickles she had pulled out before pulling out two more coins before doing some math in her head. He could tell since her eyes flicked around and she used her free hand to wiggle her fingers as if counting on them. “Have a nice day.” He wasn’t even sure what that customer ordered, but he must have done it right. 

  And up stepped the person he was waiting for. Y/N stepped up with a bounce, smiling brightly at him. He wanted to faint right there. There she was, standing there and it overwhelmed him so much that his nervous system was going haywire on him. “Hi, Freddie!” She seemed to have gotten much more comfortable. She was more bubbly and talkative with him and his brother. She even started to call them by nicknames. It warmed Fred’s heart to the point it might burst. 

  “Hi, Y/N, what can I get for you today?” He asked, trying to calm his racing heart and malfunctioning nervous system. He was in fight-or-flight with the secret third option: faint. 

  “Just a large iced coffee. I am trying to finish off the last book on my book club’s summer reading list and I decided I might as well change up the scenery.” She explained, her voice much more even and comfortable. Not the same reluctant, soft voice she had when she first talked to him. And if he thought that voice was beautiful, then this voice was perfect. Alluring. Charming. Cute. Marvelous. Dazzling. Delicate. Stunning. Splendid. Gorgeous. Lovely. Any synonym there was for beautiful because this voice was so much better. 

  Before he could even tell her the total, she handed him the sickles she had counted out prior to the interaction. She always did it. “Three sickles for the iced coffee and how many for the tip?” He asked, knowing exactly how she worked things. 

  “Fifteen. Five for everyone who worked today,” She smiled as she rolled up to the balls of her feet - something he found that she did often. The line was gone aside from her and part of Fred wished it would stay away so she could stand there talking to him, but unfortunately someone walked in. “I’ll leave you to it, Fred.” She smiled at him. It appeared sad and part of him hoped that she felt upset about having to part from him. 

  He watched her walk over to George who held her coffee out to her. Sharing pleasantries, she headed off to one of the many tables. Taking her normal table by the window. “Alright boys. I am heading out, I’ll be back in two hours to close it down.” Harrison told them. That was most likely the last rush of the day. People didn’t tend to frequent the coffee shop near close. They gave him nods as he left. 

  Thirty minutes and they hadn’t stopped. Anytime they saw a lull coming, once they served one customer, two more would come. Just as Fred turned his back, taking a deep breath as the attack stopped, he heard the approaching footsteps of someone. He wanted to roll his eyes and outwardly show the resentment he had felt, but he didn’t feel the same hostility he had felt with the last few customers. Part of him should have known why before he turned around, but sometimes he isn’t always on the ball. 

  As he turned around, he was pleasantly shocked to see Y/N standing there at the counter again, her head down as she inspected the wet patch on her blue sundress. After a few seconds of silence, she looked up, hand hovering over the patch on the center of her torso. “Hey, Fred, again,” She smiled, a bit awkwardly as she didn’t usually come up after she got her order unless it was to say bye to the boys (something rather new after she got comfortable with them). “Do you think I could get a napkin? That last customer who left kind of knocked into me a bit and I got the last bit of iced coffee on me-” She cut herself off as Fred reacted without thinking, grabbing the back of his brother’s black shirt and ripping it off of him.

  “Here you go, Y/N.” He handed it to her. Shocked, she took it from him. George just stood there, blinking at his brother as if he had gone completely mad. Fred considered this a sign that perhaps, working nearly every single day of the summer had made him cracked in the head. Slowly, looking at the face Y/N was making, he came back into his body. It was as if seeing Y/N in need made him go into autopilot, doing whatever he needed to to resolve the issue Y/N was facing. 

  “Fred, what in Godric's name?” George questioned, still a bit shocked that his brother completely ripped the back of his shirt off, leaving just his sleeves and the front. It was silent as the three of them all looked at each other, trying to make sense of the situation. Fred couldn’t even remember his brain telling him to do that, let alone any thought of ripping his brother’s shirt. 

  The silence was broken by the sweet giggles of Y/N. Fred nearly gave himself whiplash turning his head to look at her. There she stood, on the other side of the counter, one hand holding the tattered shreds of George’s shirt, the other one hovering over her mouth as her giggled turned into laughter, eyes crinkling closed. “Oh my Helga,” She pressed her lips together, her purely magnetic eyes opening and meeting Fred’s with a zing being sent through Fred’s body like electricity (which this summer, he discovered was pretty dangerous). “I needed that, Freddie. That guy who bumped my arm as a complete arse-” Fred blinked, that might have been the most foul he had ever heard her talk, though Hermione had told him she had said much worse about some of the guys in their year. “You know exactly what to do to make people laugh, it’s an amazing gift,” She nodded at him, a large smile hanging off her lips. “Thank you, see you at Hogwarts if I am not in next week.” She whispered as she rolled onto the balls of her feet. 

  Before Fred could react, she was pressing her lips against his cheek. Her sweet looking lips felt even sweeter against the now burning flesh of his freckled cheeks. He knew that now he felt her lips, he wasn’t going to be able to stop thinking about how they would feel against his own lips, but right now his brain was empty. He couldn’t function as she pulled away, heels crashing to the ground. A bashful smile stayed on her lips as she waved to the pair of them, Fred so far gone he barely even registered the fact that her lips were no longer touching him - probably due to the fact that the tingling he felt was still there.    When he finally came back into his body again, Y/N and her bashfulness had left with her book tucked under her arm for almost five minutes. Blinking around, Fred saw the basically empty shop, the only person lingering being someone who had been there for two hours now. Looking to his side, he felt George’s “what the hell” look before he saw it. Winching, nervous about his brother’s wrath. “Sorry about the shirt, George.”

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Come Clean

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: Best friends> lovers trope, slight dirty talk, SMUT!!! Summary: You're going on a date so you barge in on Dean while he’s having a bubble bath. Deciding to join him so you can get ready for tonight was lowkey the best decision you ever made. A/N: This was a fun one :D Enjoy.

“WOAH! Woah woah, Y/N, the fuck’re you doin?” Dean scrambled to cover his junk with the bubbles overflowing in the tub, a blush forming on his cheeks, eyes wide.

You closed the bathroom door and pull the hair tie from your hair, letting it fall from your shoulders. “I’m hopping in,” you said nonchalantly as you began pulling your shirt over your head.

Dean averted his eyes and huffed. “Seriously?” “Oh hush, you have a dick, boo hoo, so does half the damn population,” you sassed, unbuttoning your shorts. “I have a date tonight and I only have an hour to get ready, and we both know you take your sweet ass time in here so I’m joining you.”

Dean shook his head. “Nuh-uh, no way! Go in the other shower then?!” “Sam’s in there, he just got back from his run.” He leaned his head back against the cool tile, running a hand over his face. “I… Y/N…” You look him dead in the eye and say, “If you don’t want to look, that’s fine, but we are both adults, you’ve seen titties and I’ve seen balls. Now move over.” You stripped the last of your clothes off and tossed them in the corner, popping your hip as you waited for Dean to scoot in the tub.

The tub was large enough for two full grown adult males, so space wasn’t an issue. It was even deep enough that if full, you could be completely submerged up to your chin, but Dean was evidently shy… or so you thought.

Dean pulled his legs to one side of the tub and covered his crotch with his hands, clearing his throat as he tried his best to avoid direct eye contact with your chest.

The water was warm, and the smell coming from the bubbles had you moaning as you settled in front of him. You swished the water around to get yourself wet, and then turned to Dean, who was watching the ceiling like a hawk.

“Oh god, Dean, for crying out loud, just look!” “B-but you’re my friend,” he retorted, green eyes wide. “As your friend, I’m giving you permission to look. This is too uncomfortable if you don’t just get it over with.”

Dean let out a chuckle, shrugging and saying something like “probably right” before he let his gaze fall to your chest. You watched his pupils dilate and contract, and you could tell he was fighting the urge to bite his lip, but after a few torturous seconds, he raised his eyes back to yours. “They’re…. Gorgeous tits, Y/N.”

You giggled. “Yes, I know, now, do me a favour and get my back will you?”

Dean nodded and reached to grab the liquid soap as you physically grabbed his leg and moved it so you could settle between them and shift back a little, allowing him easier access to your back. He squirted some of the soap onto his hands, then offered you the bottle so you could do your front.

“So, tell me about this date?” His voice was deep, a little husky. You shrugged, and at the same time Dean laid his hands on your shoulders to begin rubbing the soap in.

“I dunno,” you said. “It’s some blind date Charlie set me up with. A little nerdy, but said he’s totally hot. Supposed to meet at the bar in an hour.”

Dean clenched his jaw. Now his hands were moving down your spine. “Want us to come?” “Fuck no,” you said, a little too quick. “You’ll scare the poor guy off.” “If he scares so easily, he’s not for you,” Dean offers, his right hand moving down your side and dipping a little to the front, just under the swell of your breast, before repeating on the other side.

“It’ll be fine, Dean. I don’t need you to babysit me.” “You’re right,” he said, licking his lips. “You can look after yourself.” “Exactly.” “What are you gonna wear?” You tossed your head to the side, an over-dramatic way of showing you were thinking, causing Dean to chuckle and bring his hands up to your neck, massaging the soap in.

“No idea. What do you think?” Dean shuffled forward a little, one hand remaining on your shoulder while the other dipped down into the water to start washing the soap off. “I think… that pretty white dress you have, with the little blue flowers all over it. The one that ties in the front.” His voice sounded so close, sending goosebumps over the back of your neck.

You wondered why he picked that dress, but when you imagined yourself wearing it, you realised it was very… breasty…. It was no wonder Dean liked it. “Oh yeah?” You asked, washing the soap off your front. The only sounds in the room were the swish of the water, and his soft voice as he hummed in reply.

Then, he moved backwards and lifted his arms up on either side of the tub. “He’ll go crazy.”

You nodded slowly, then turned to face him. “Alright, well…. Thanks, Dean,” you said, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Dean stared intently at your face, smirking a little. “No problem, sweetheart,” he drawled.

You swallowed hard. There was something emanating off Dean that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His eyes were a little hooded, and he was gnawing on his bottom lip. His eyes remained on your face as you stood up. The bubbles were slowly falling down your body, so you waited for a moment before taking a step out of the tub. As you lifted your foot, you suddenly felt Dean’s hand grab yours. “Wait-” “Hm?”

“Sit.”

“I have to get ready-” He narrowed his eyes. “Sit.”

You knelt down in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest. “What do you want?” Dean’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He sat up on his haunches and leaned toward you, raising both eyebrows. “Why do you go on these dates anyway? You always tell me you don’t want a relationship.” “Maybe I want to get laid,” you offered stubbornly, scrunching your face at him. Dean pursed his lips. “Why don’t you ever ask me or Sam?” You cackled. “Excuse me? Really?” Dean shrugged.

“I mean, Sam’s gorgeous but he’s like my annoying older brother.” Dean’s tongue snuck out to wet his lips. “And me?” “Well… you… you’re my best friend. We live with each other. Too complicated.” “Doesn’t have to be,” he lowered his voice, moving closer now. You felt your heart rate pick up as you watched his eyes roam your body, now, as if he was contemplating his options.

“But it will be anyway. Maybe I don’t think of you like that,” you said, squinting at him. You were waiting for him to mock offense, but it only caused him to smirk at you. “Don’t you?” he said, lifting his hand to sweep your hair away from your neck, the touch of his skin tickling yours, causing your breath to hitch. “Then why does my touch make your breathing funny?”

“It just.. It tickles.” “Okay,” he rescinded. “Have fun on your date,” he grinned, then, his usual cockiness coming out to play. The slight rollercoaster of the past few minutes had you feeling a little winded.

Who am I kidding? He looks really good right now. The way the water drops down his chest… his eyelashes are so long and his eyes are so damn green…. And the way the bubbles hug around his waist and… is that..?

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” You said, huffing at him for what felt like a hundredth time today. 

Dean chuckled. “I don’t know what you mean sweetheart, you’re the one who barged in on my bath and demanded to join me. If anything, you’re the pain in the ass.” “And yet you love me.” Dean tsked, smiling. “That I do. Now come here,” he said, grabbing both your legs by the calves and pulling you closer.

You squealed, giggling as you almost fell backwards, mostly in shock. “What are you doing?” “Stay.” “What? Dean’s face softened. “Stay. We never see each other anymore… I miss my friend.” “Dean-” “We can talk. Come on, Y/N, it’s been weeks since we’ve had any one-on-one time, we’ve always had someone else around or been busy hunting. We finally have a break and I’m taking damn advantage of it. Stay.”

Your best friend’s words cut like a string. He was right. The last time you and Dean had spent time together was a Wendigo hunt three and a half weeks ago and you both got wasted at the bar and sang karaoke. Sam had taken a girl back to his room so you two walked back, or more danced and ran back like drunken cheerleaders, ate your weight in pie and fell asleep watching slasher movies.

You relented, leaning back. Your legs were on either side of his, and he adjusted in such a way that his dick was now visibly floating at the top of the water. If not for the surrounding bubbles, you would’ve had full view of it. You leaned back and sighed. Dean reached up and started rubbing your legs. “You shaved.” “Ha! Yes Dean, I do shave sometimes.” Dean rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant,” he gruffed. “I mean, they feel nice.” He started digging his thumbs into your muscles, and you closed your eyes and let out a soft moan.

You and Dean spent the next fifteen minutes catching up on everything that had escaped each other over the past few weeks.

After a while, you grunted and sat up, and shivered as the cool air hit your skin. You watched Dean’s eyes visibly widen as he stared at your suddenly hard nipples. He cleared his throat, but you could already see the effect it had on him. “Dean.” “Mm?” Your voice came out in a whisper as you said, “Enjoying the view?”

Dean’s cheeks flushed, and a childlike smile flashed across his face. “I guess I am.” Feeling bold, you stretched your legs open a little wider and ran your hand down your chest. “How about this?”

Dean’s mouth fell open, his breathing coming out puffs. “Yeah.”

You pinched one of your nipples. “And this?” “Mhmm,” came out of Dean’s mouth like a pathetic man on heat, and you watched with growing hunger as his dick jumped.

“What’s the real reason you wanted me to stay, Dean?” “I told you.” Sighing, you added “the other reason.” Dean’s jaw fluttered, closing his eyes. He took a moment to answer, sitting up a little. “I want you.”

Feeling a little flirtatious now, you whisper, “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” “How bad?” Dean whined. “Fuck, Y/N. Come here.”

In one quick motion, the two of you were pulled together like magnets, lips crashing in a passionate kiss. Dean’s hands roamed your body as you gripped the short hair at the base of his neck and pulled, earning a hearty moan in your mouth. Dean moved down to your neck and began sucking, and grazing his teeth against the sensitive spot there, while your hand dragged down his body ‘til it reached his cock.

“Fucking hell, you’re hard as a rock.” “That’s what you do to me, baby.”

You curled your hand around him and started twisting and moving it up and down, marveling at the noises Dean made in your ear as he rested his head on your shoulder. His hot breaths fell on your skin, wordless whispers praying to the gods above as you jerked his thick cock. You could feel yourself growing wet, and so you grabbed him by the neck with your free hand and kissed him again.

Dean whined into your mouth. “Shit, uh…. Mmm.”

As you pulled away from him to breathe, you whispered in his ear, “I’m so wet for you. Want to feel?” Without giving him a chance to react, with the same hand from his neck, you grabbed his hand and moved it to between your legs, waiting for him to take over.

You felt Dean’s dick throb in your hand as his finger dipped into your folds. The tip of his finger brushed your swollen clit and you moaned. Dean took over, now, and rubbed your clit softly before curling his hand up and shoving a thick finger inside you.

“Fuck!” “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “There’s no way my cock’ll fit in this pretty pussy if I don’t get you ready first.”

Oh? He can dirty talk? Add that to the list of things that make me go fucking wild.

Dean crooked his finger against that spot, and you started wailing in bliss. “Fuck, fuck, oh god, yes…”

Knock knock knock!

“Y/N! You alright? I heard you screaming.” “She’s alright, Sam!” “Oh god!” Sam groaned. “You two are disgusting.”

Dean chuckled, pulling his finger from you and sticking it inside his mouth. You watched with wide eyes as his plump lips wrapped around his finger for a mere moment before pulling it back out again. “Delicious,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you. He then leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on your lips. “How do you want me, sweetheart?”

You smiled. Against all what you’d expect, Dean was not dominant. Not really, anyway.

You pushed him lightly on the chest and encouraged him to lay back, and waited patiently for him to get comfortable before half climbing on top. You jerked his cock a few times, and then swung your leg around and lined him up with your entrance. “Ready?” “As I’ll ever be,” he said, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

The second his cock entered you, his eyes fluttered closed and he let out a low growl. Your pussy stung a little as it stretched, so you sunk down slowly and waited a minute before deciding to move.

You started bouncing up and down, and Dean opened his eyes and started smearing bubbles over your belly and tits, using his large hands to massage them as you moved on his cock. He sucked his bottom lip in his mouth to stop from groaning as he fingered your pebbled nipples, and you rolled your hips slowly in a circle, enjoying the way his thick cock head hit every hidden angle inside you.

You rolled your head back and started toying with your clit, feeling the pressure already rising inside you. He was hitting your g-spot over and over at this angle, so you kept a steady pace. Your moans filled the bathroom, the grip you had on the bathtub turning your knuckles white.

“I can feel you,” he ground out. “Yeah?” “Mhmm, not sure I’m gonna last much longer.”

Dean’s hands wound around to your ass, playing with your cheeks, with one finger dipping around to your hole and gently rubbing there. You rubbed your clit faster, your hips beginning to falter. “That’s it,” he encouraged. He leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples and toyed it with his teeth. That sent you over the edge.

Your pussy clamped tight over his cock and you immediately halted your movements, fireworks exploding behind your eyes and causing your body to convulse in his lap. Dean had to wrap his arms around you to prevent you from going limp.

Once you came down, he reached up and latched his mouth to your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin as he began pounding up into your exhausted body with ease. Water splashed out onto the floor, and the echo was surely annoying Sam somewhere in the bunker, but neither of you cared.

Dean’s hips thrashed into yours as he chased his high, and with how thick he was, you could feel his cock start to throb. Dean let out a few whines as he neared the edge and hastily pulled you off of him, wrapping his hand tightly around his cock. He jerked himself off a few times and with one final pull, and an elongated curse, he came, spurting rope after rope of white cum all over your stomach and tits, with some of it even reaching your chin. You grinned wickedly, wiping some of it off and tasting it.

Dean sighed and collapsed against the tub. “Good thing we’re already in the bath,” you giggled. Dean only nodded, but the look in his eye proved he wasn’t done with you yet.

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Sweet Dreams

Requested: @fuckythebuckybarnes

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Prompts: 3. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”  10. “Apparently there’s a bet going about when we’ll end up together.” 20. “Hold my drink, I’m gonna go cause a scene.”

After several weeks of being undercover, being held hostage, and some fairly violent fighting, you were back at the compound.You hadn’t even taken 2 steps off the quinjet before 2 strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. Your eyes had shut upon impact and when you opened them you were met with a broad chest clad in a black henley. You could also see the ends of their long, shiny black hair.

“Oh Valhalla, thank god you’re ok.” he whispered as he rested his chin on the top of your head, keeping his arms wrapped securely around you. You smiled, resting your head on his chest.

“I’m fine, Loki. I promise.”

“Are you sure? Are you hurt? Stark called me 8 days ago and said they had you held hostage. I was worried sick! And then Stark wouldn’t answer his damn phone!” he said, pulling you away from him by your shoulders, giving you a once over to make sure no extensive damage had been done.

“Chill out, Reindeer Games. Just wanted to make you sweat a bit. Y/N came back to you in one piece, didn’t she?” Tony chimed in as he stepped out of the quinjet, giving Loki a sarcastic smile.

“You could have at least told me she was alive.” he grumbled, obviously annoyed.

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Eternity Jasper Hale x Reader

JUST TRYING SOMETHING!

You watched carefully as Jasper walked through the room. The sunlight shining in on the one beautiful day in Forks.

As the sunlight hit his skin, he sparkled. His skin reflective like a million stars as it reflected through the room. His golden eyes flashing throughout the room as you watched.

It was like he could feel your eyes tracking him, “Can I help you my love?” He questioned

You laughed under your breath as he focused on you. Under his gaze you could feel the butterflies in your stomach, knowing if you were still human that a blush would be crossing your cheeks softly.

WHAT DO WE THINK??? NEED MORE???

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Is your request open?

Yes!

-EM

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Hey are you interested in Nick Jonas fanfics 👀

Yes!!! Love him!

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Chris Evans Is PEOPLE’s 2022 Sexiest Man Alive

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The Sexiest Man Alive- Chris Evans x Reader

I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!!

MOST OF ALL ENJOY THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+

You were stirred from your sleep abruptly, the dinging of your phone constantly going off. Laying there for a few seconds, before it continued to ding.  

Carefully reaching across your sleeping boyfriend, his grip tight on your waist. You silently gripped your phone, turning off the ringer. Through your sleepy vision you looked at the screen.  

54 messages 

The sleep quickly cleared your vision as your focused on your messages. Terrified there was an emergency going on and you both had slept through it. 

One sentence caught your attention, “Chris Evans is the Sexiest Man Alive” 

You took a double take as you checked your messages once again, many of them filled with the same words... The sexiest man alive. 

A gasp left your throat as you began to shove your boyfriend softly. Almost buzzing with excitement of the news.  

He slowly stirred from his sleep, his grip reaching to pull you closer. Soon enough his eyes met your dark ones, a look of concern flashing across his face seeing you wide awake. 

“What’s wrong?” he murmured, sitting up running his hand through his hair 

“Sexiest man alive...” you softly murmured back, almost unsure of the reality you had been hit with. 

He looked at you, trying to read your features, “What did you say babe?” 

Your eyes met him once again, “You are the sexiest man alive” a huge smile crossing your features as you said the words once more.  

He smiled at you, watching the giddiness on your features. “I am assuming the article came out...” he stated softly. 

You head whipped up from your phone, almost puzzled at the fact he kept it from you. 

“You knew?” you said, just taking in every feature of his face as he smiled at you.  

His laugh echoed through your bedroom; his smile still strong as ever. 

“Of course, I knew. I wanted to surprise you babe” he said, placing a soft kiss onto your cheek 

You sat there dumbfounded, trying to figure out when he would have had time to do a whole photoshoot. Then it hit you, he was gone a few days last month for press. Well, what he told you was press, and it must have been done during those few days. 

A smile crossed your features, “You hid this from me? How dare you hide the sexiest man alive from me” the humor lacing your tone as you pushed him back carefully straddling his lap. 

“Surprised?” he said, humor clear in his tone as he brushed your hips with his soft hands.  

You shook your head, smiling down at him. “Of course, not... I know how sexy you are. I don’t need People to tell me that” 

He smiled up, his large hand running across your face carefully pulling you to him. His lips touched your softly, he could feel you relaxing into him. Your hands carefully found their way into his darker hair, tugging softly.  

He hummed into the kiss, pulling away taking in your appearance as you hovered above him. Softly you began to grind your clothed heat against his hardened cock. Moans escaping from the both of you, running your hands down his chest, you began to slowly remove his shorts. His soft moans filling the room as you handled him. 

You looked up at him, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you. Carefully you licked his cock, a chill running through him as he gripped your hair hard. You took him into your mouth, twirling your tongue around his head. He jerked his hips, sending his cock to the back of your throat which made you both moan.  

He shuttered as you picked up your speed, he quickly flipped the both of you. You gasped as you ended up under him. Him now rubbing his hardened cock against your clothed heat.  

A soft moan escaped your lips as he whispered in your ear, “You look so sexy under me.” 

Sending a shudder through your body, his lips found the sweet spot under your jaw. Carefully sucking as he made his way down your body. Hickey’s littering your soft skin as he pulled of your top. The cold rush of air on your exposed skin causing your nipples to become hard. 

Low moans escaped your lips as he shot you a wink before taking your nipple into his mouth. The pleasurable contact causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Knowing good and well you were ready to give everything in the world to this man.  

He continued to kiss down your body, removing your soaked panties. The sensation of the cold air hitting your wetness cause a moan to escape you. You could see Chris and the smile on his face before he dove between your thighs. 

He licked a stripe up your wetness, before carefully licking your clit. The pleasure overwhelming you as you through your head back on the pillow. You could feel him slowly enter two fingers into your leaking cunt. The pleasure slowly building inside of you. 

Your legs began to tremble as your orgasm was quickly approaching, he was repeatedly hitting your most sensitive spot. 

“Honey- I’m gonna...” you whimpered as your legs began to give out.  

“Go” was all he said before you came undone at his mercy. The mess of moans bounced around the room as you felt you pulsating around his fingers. 

“I need you baby...” you said, grinding against him. A smirk crossing his features as he stroked himself a few times, his head red and leaking precum before guiding himself to your opening. You felt yourself stretching to accommodate his large size. 

His pace quickly sped up barely giving you time to adjust. The pace quickly began to be too much for your pleasure ridden body as you could feel your second orgasm approaching. Your back arching off the bed as your orgasm began to overwhelm you.  

You could see him throw his head back as he could feel his high approaching just as fast as yours was. His eyes met yours as he watched your beautiful body underneath him as he plowed into you. You could see he was getting close and his words quickly followed what you knew. 

“I’m close” he murmured as he continued at his fast speed. Forcefully hitting your sensitive spot, you knew you were about to explode. 

“Fill me up baby” you panted out as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Your legs were shaking as he snapped his hips a few final times before spilling his seed into you. You could feel your cunt pulsating around him as he stilled inside of you.  

He collapsed on top of you, just taking in this moment, taking in you and your beauty. 

He smiled at you, as you pushed his dark hair off his sweaty forehead.  

“So sexiest man alive, huh” he said, a soft laugh lacing his tone.  

You just smiled at him, taking him in before softly speaking, 

“I didn’t need the universe to tell me you are the sexiest man alive” 

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LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!!!

Slowly pulling the hairpin out of your hair, you felt your long tresses flow down your back.

The door behind you, opened slowly. Hearing the heavy footsteps behind you, and a soft hand caressing your back

“Hello Viscountess” Anthony hummed into your ear, pulling your back flush with his chest.

A blush spread quickly across your features as your husband held you close.

“My Lord” you murmured softly, a smile gracing your features spinning in his grip

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johnny depp…. that’s it. that’s the post❤️

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The Closet- Fred Weasley x Reader

Enjoy!! Does include some serious smut at the bottom!!

A smile rested upon your cheeks as you watched from afar. More so watching the one and only Fred Weasley as he was trying some of his new puking pastilles on the 1ST years. Watching as their faces twisted in disgust, and the laughter that flowed from Fred.

You were brought back to reality by a swift hand brushing your shoulder, you softly groaned as you turned away.

“Too busy watching lover boy?” your best friend Meg smirked as she watched the blush wash over your pale face.

You couldn’t find the words to try and excuse yourself from the embarrassment of watching the boy you have had a crush on for what seems like forever.

“You-uh-uh oh shush” you stuttered, only causing a bellowing laugh from your best friend as she took the seat next to you. You just gave her a small smile, clearly still embarrassed that she had caught you looking once again.

“Maybe you could start with hello.... instead of watching him from across the room.” She said softly as she watched you slowly turn your attention back to Fred and the smile that lit up his face.

“Hello? He wouldn’t even know who I was if I tried.” You said the defeat clearly lacing your tone as your smile slowly fell from your face.

Your best friend’s smile fell as she saw the defeat clear upon your features, “How could he not know the smartest witch in his year? If he doesn’t clearly, he’s dumber than I thought” she said bluntly, an echoing laugh coming from you.

“You do know that I can’t even say two words to him, correct? Who would be interested in that?” You murmured, carefully pushing your glasses farther onto your face. Sadness laced your tone. You knew that Fred would never be interesting in you. He wouldn’t even bat an eye in your direction. You were like the Hermione Granger of Slytherin. And as your mother would say… “No one likes a know it all.”

Your best friend sighed; she knew where you mind went- “Then maybe he is just dumb” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. A giggle erupted from your throat, catching her off guard.

The both of you fell into a fit of giggles, unable to control the laughter than echoed through the hall. It felt like it was only the two of you, and her comment was the funniest thing in the world.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, as your giggles echoed through the hall you had caught the attention of a certain red head.

He watched on from across the Great Hall- watching as you tried to catch your breath from the laughter that rocked your chest. He could just barely make out the tears running down your face from the utter amusement.

He only wondered what was so funny. He continued to look on from his spot at Gryffindor table. Carefully watching as you wiped the tears falling down your cheeks, some splattering onto your green tie and white shirt.

You sat there, carefully wiping the falling tears from your face. It was the hardest you had laughed in a long time, the utter amusement of your best friend’s tone just sent you into a fit of giggles.

Placing your glasses back onto your face, you turned in the direction of the man you so desperately wanted to be yours.

But you were shocked… He was already looking at you, a soft smile etched on his features.

You looked away quickly, a red, hot blush spreading over your features as you hide your face in your long blonde hair. It was as if breathing became more difficult. You couldn’t believe he was looking at you, let alone the fact that you caught him looking.

Your eyes went wide, and blood ran cold as you realized- He caught you looking too…

Carefully, yet quickly you gathered your things. Praying he wasn’t watching you as you shoved your toast in your mouth- while simultaneously grabbing your bag and wand.

You brushed past your best friend, whispered a quick sorry as you rushed so very quickly out of the Great Hall. Praying that you weren’t being followed by the one person you knew you couldn’t face.

The empty corridors echoed as you rushed through, trying to get away from the interaction with Fred. Hoping that he really wasn’t looking at you, so he didn’t see how flustered you got by the eye contact.

But you knew deep down, he was looking at you. You also knew, this time he actually saw you, not the small, quiet, wickedly smart Slytherin girl he sits behind in Potions.

Thoughts spun through your head, unaware of the footsteps following you. The echoes becoming even more overwhelming as your heart beat out of your chest.

You were in such a rush to get away, you didn’t even notice that you rushed into the restricted section of the castle. You just continued to try and get as far away from everyone and everything as possible.

You were drawn from your thoughts as you felt a hand wrap around your upper arm, carefully spinning them towards you.

You heart dropped as you spun around coming face to face with a certain freckled face, who was taking in your features slowly.

“Hey” he said, almost in a shy tone.

You opened your mouth, but you knew no words would come out. Taking a deep breath, you uttered the only sentence you could, one you have been trying to say forever.

“Hi Fred” you said, shyness also lacing your tone. It was the one sentence you had been trying to say since you met him 1ST year.

“You know you didn’t have to run out, right?” He said softly, letting go of your arm as he watched a blush coat your features once again.

“I-uh-uh-I I was embarrassed… it obviously wasn’t my best moment.” you said, clearly just defeated that you had been caught, not only looking at him but also running away.

He opened his mouth to softly comfort you, but he was interrupted by a sharp meow.

Both your eyes went wide as you saw Mrs. Norris and her blood red eyes looking narrowly at the two of you. You knew that Filch wasn’t far behind.

Fred gently grabbed your hand, pulling you down the corridor. You short legs barely catching up with his long steps he was taking. You both sighed as he pulled you inside a dark closet.

The meows distanced themselves from the outside of the door, silence began to engulf the both of you. It was then that you realized Fred still had a hold of your hand. You carefully pulled away- trying to hold yourself together.

Swiftly you turned back to the door, pulling on the handle gently as you just tried to escape this situation all together.

But the door didn’t open.

“Fred- the door is locked” you said nervously.

He just sighed, brushing past you and roughly pulled on the handle. But of course, it didn’t open for him either.

“I-uh I think we are stuck” he said, laughing as he sulked back into his corner of the closet. His laughter just continued to bounce off the walls.

"Seriously, of all things Fred I do not need this right now. I just want to get out of here." you hissed unintentionally as you fumbled around the dark closet.

His laughter filled the tiny, dark space. You could almost imagine the smirk that crossed his handsome features. You felt the annoyance in his laughter beginning to push your buttons.

Merlin, you were locked in a closet, and he found it more than amusing.

"Glad to know you find this so funny." You stated, anger dripping from your words.

Continuing to jiggle the door handle, praying that it would open. No spell or trying could get you further away from this situation.

“Maybe it’s locked because we need to talk…” he suggested. You knew he wanted to talk about the fact you were looking at him earlier, but you had no words. Nothing to even try to defend yourself.

“Fred- I don’t want to talk” you said, still trying to jiggle the doorknob. You were praying it would just open so you could escape this dreaded conversation.

You knew the minute you opened your mouth that the words of love were going to desperately escape from your locked vault. You were so desperately in love; you didn’t even know what to say to him.

Carefully turning your head, you caught his darker eyes. You could see the lack of sleep covering his features, his soft stubble that was starting to show on his chin, the freckles that danced along his features.

Before you even knew it, you were moving closer. Your lips barely touching his before you felt the fireworks shoot through you. Your eyes opened, looking deeply into his. He was looking just as deeply back into yours.

You leaned forward again, placing a swift hand on his cheek. The fireworks were shooting through you as you kissed him once more. His hand finding it’s way to your hair and around your waist, pulling your smaller figure into him.

Nibbling carefully on his lip, a small moan escaped from his lips. You couldn’t believe that this was happening right now.

His hands slowly made their way down to your ass, squeezing. It drew a loud moan from your throat as you leaned in closer to him.

You pulled away; your lips hot from the kiss. Carefully you undid the buttons to his white button down, feeling his abs as you slowly undressed him. His shirt fell to the floor, as you made your way to his pants, popping the button carefully.

His eyes watched you intensely as you got on your knees, slowly dragging his pants down his legs as you kept eye contact.

His cock clearly outlined in his boxers as you carefully pulled them down his legs as well. You caught his eyes, almost to get his approval before taking his cock in your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around his thick cock, saliva running down your chin as moans softly fell from his lips. His hands found their way to your hair, roughly pulling causing a moan to come from you as well.

You carefully pulled away from him, locking your lips with him once again. His large hands pulled you close, carefully undoing the buttons on your shirt. Slipping it off your shoulders, your white lacy bra showing on your sun kissed skin.

He carefully kissed down your neck, softly sucking as he made his way to your breasts. He carefully caught your eye, silently asking for your approval. You nodded softly, as he undid your bra- softly kissing your nipples and breasts. The moans silently slipped from your lips as you laced your fingers in his ginger hair.

He continued to give your breasts all the attention as you moaned more, “Freddie… fuck me. I need you”

A wicked smile crossed his features as he carefully lifted your skirt to reveal the lack of underwear you were wearing.

“Oh- naughty. No panties?” He moaned, pressing hot kisses to your neck.

“All for you…” you moaned as you turned your back to him, bending over. His hand brushing against your nub, carefully swirling in circles before you felt his tip graze against you.

His tip was at your entrance, teasing you gently. You moaned at the contact before he entered you in one quick move, your moans echoing through the closet. Fred continuously pounding deeply into you, as he pulled your hair.

He carefully flipped your around, his lips slamming onto yours. The hot closet and Freddie inside of you sent your body into overdrive. He quickly picked up his pace, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

Your climax was fast approaching, and Fred could feel you beginning to tighten around him. He carefully reached down rubbing your sensitive nub.

“Are you mine? Tell me baby” He groaned out as he continued to slam into you.

“Y-Y-Yo-Yours” you moaned loudly, as your climax overcame you. Fred could feel you pulsating around him which only caused him to lose it. He moaned as he filled you up with his hot seed, causing you to moan at the contact.

Your legs felt like jell-o, as you carefully pulled your shirt back on. Quickly turning to Fred, placing a soft kiss on his lips as you turned, pushing open the door which thank goodness was unlocked now.

Sending a wink in Fred’s direction as he pulled his clothes back on. He sent you a soft smile, knowing good and well he was going to see you later. You carefully turned, heading towards your common room.

And all of a sudden you were wondering where you got the confidence, as you slowly skipped away from Fred. But you knew that the closet, and those moments with him had changed you forever.

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REQUEST: in an order of the phoenix meeting, Snape get mad at Lupin and say outloud that he's railing his student (reader) Infront of the order and the weasleys.

a/n: i apologize for the delay, my first quarter ended so that meant completion of requirements, also this is a long one

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Not Yours

Remus flirts with you, causing Snape to get jealous and calls him out in a meeting before accidentally slipping out that you've been sleeping together

PAIRING: Professor!Snape X Student!Reader

WARNINGS ➡ none but slight smut

REQUESTS: currently open (check navigation for any updates)

WORD COUNT: 2193

“Shit...Sev, I can't hold it—” You cried out, hands held behind your back.

“Hold it.” He demanded, gripping your arms as hard as he possibly could. This made you wince from the pain and your orgasm that was being held. Dropping your head to the mattress, you screw your eyes shut.

“Now.”

Letting out a yell, you trembled lightly while your mouth gaped open. “Fuck, that was amazing.” He groaned from behind you, letting go of both your arms. Feeling his warm release run down your thighs, you grinned with a nod while catching your breath. Pants were all that was heard from your bedroom. Of course, the pouring outside the window was also audible.

“I have to go,” said Severus. Buttoning your shirt back up, you turn to face him. “So soon?” He gave a disappointed nod.

“Dolores will notice my absence if I stay longer..It’s best to hide my visits from her.” Nodding, you watch him pull his trousers up. “Well, I enjoy your visits.” You lightly smirked, eyebrows wiggling. His movements came to a halt and looked at you before mirroring your expression.

“Oh, I know you do.”

You let out a small chuckle. “I’ll be back tomorrow, and for the meantime一”

“Be a good girl and don’t touch yourself.” You finished with a nod, lifting your gaze to his piercing eyes. “Yes, sir.”

Taking one last look at you, Severus heads for the door with it slamming shut. Sighing, you collapse your body onto the bed. Eyes staring at the ceiling, you slowly allow yourself to drift off to sleep. After all, it was what you needed.

Leaning over the kitchen, you place your lips on the edge of the mug, taking a sip of warm tea. You gulped it down with a pleased smile, closing your eyes momentarily.

“Hellou..”

Looking to the right, you gaze at Remus with his hands in his pockets while his face shoots a small grin. Returning the gesture, you gave him the same smile.“Hello..”

“How've you been?” He asks, walking to your direction before standing beside you.

“Wonderful. It's great to live in a place that doesn't smell or have cats and doesn’t have anything with the color pink.” You sarcastically replied, to which he replied with a chuckle.

“Has she been that tough?” Remus scoots closer, making you shift your eyes. You could actually feel his eyes on you with no undivided attention. This somehow made your cheeks slightly flush.

“Don't even get me started on how she treats us all. I'm beginning to feel as if breathing could've gotten me detention.” You placed the empty mug in the sink behind you before looking back at him.

“But luckily, you escaped!” He cheers up, making you chuckle from his enthusiasm. “Thank Merlin, I did.”

“Any other ‘advantages’ of living here? Perhaps staying clear of Severus, even though he visits often?”

“He’s actually been treating me better than he used to, so I don’t think it’ll be too bad to see him a lot.” You held back a smile from your words, while your mind did its work. Remus narrows his eyes at you, searching for any kind of meaning to your response.

Looking into the distance, you both crossed your arms side by side in silence. You both took your eyes off each other. The insides of your sweater began to heat up from the sweat. The silence was uncomfortable before it was broken with something more….concerning. “I can make it all better, you know..”

You raised your eyebrow from the sudden sentence. For a second, you thought your ears were deceiving you. His whisper almost made you widen your eyes. Remus turns his head to you, eyes looking for an answer. Looking back to him slowly, your lips part.

I mean, how were you supposed to respond to this? Were you only allowed to say yes even though Severus was already doing the exact same thing? Making you feel better.

“How exactly can you make it 'better'?” You passed off a small chuckle to ease the tension.

“I happen to have the book you've wanted to read that you told me about 2 years ago...”

Raising both your eyebrows, you eyed him with shock while he held back his laughter. Thank Merlin you put the mug down, otherwise you would’ve dropped it right this second.

“No....” You shook your hide with disbelief. “No, you don't….” Finally smiling, Remus nods.

“Yes, I do.”

“If messing with me is your way of making me feel better, then it's not working.”

“Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol?”

Chewing on your lip, you nod with joy. Too happy for books they’ll say, but Remus was the one teacher back then that understood your obsession with books. “Merlin, now I know why you were my favorite teacher back then…” Remus chuckled from your compliment, although he didn’t seem...surprised? As if he knew. “But you’ll really let me borrow it?”

“Anything for you. I'll drop it off in your room tonight.”

“Thank you so much, Professor.” You acknowledged, with the most sincere smile. “It's Remus now, I'm not your Professor anymore.”

“Force of habit, sir.” Walking backwards, you gave him one last smile before walking towards your room. After walking up the staircase, you were a few steps away from your door when you felt strong arms drag you to a room, the door closing loudly.

Looking at the culprit aggressively, you realized it was Severus. You relaxed your tense body before seeing him let you go and raise his wand. “What are you doing一”

“Casting a silencing charm, that wolf could hear us.”

Your mouth was left open, no words coming out from the overall confusion and cluelessness. Turning his back to you he mumbles, Muffliato. “Why would—”

“Lupin?” He coldly asks with his normal stone cold expression. Your mind wasn’t even understanding his movements. Blinking a few times, you scrunch your eyebrows at his question. “...What?”

“Why were you flirting with him?” He started taking forward steps to the middle of the room where you were currently residing. Your blank expression gave a small scoff before getting into a fit of laughter. Severus didn’t smile or smirk at this, even though he found your laugh amusing. Thinking it was a joke, your bunch of giggles didn’t stop.

That was when you looked up to him and realized he wasn’t messing with you. Faltering your smile, you raise your eyebrows. “Sev, I wasn't flirting with him!” Although, no amount of expression gave away that he was believing your story.

“If I was, I would've known...And don't even try getting through me, your occlumency lessons paid off.” You unintentionally point your finger on his face, to which he stared at, then looking back at you.

“Watch where you point that finger, pet.”

Retrieving your hand immediately, you duck your head down to hide from his gaze. “Sorry.” You mumbled low.

“And what's this about him going to your room tonight?...” Severus gritted his teeth. Right about now, he was picturing Remus entering your room before pinning you against the wall, kissing you deeply. He had a reason to be mad of course. Let alone jealous. Remus and his friends already took enough from his life, and he didn’t want it to ever happen again.

“I'd just like to remind you, you're mine and you said so yourself.”

“I'm your good little pet, Professor. No need to worry.” You said with a smile. His eyes softened from your words.

“Unless you want me to wear a collar with your name on it while I ring a bell.” You made hand gestures to which he smirked at. You gave a sarcastic smile, while he narrowed his eyes.

“No need for that...yet.” Raising your eyebrows at him, his lips curled upwards more than it already was. Shaking your head, you bit your bottom lip. Taking a step to the door, he blocks an arm in front of you, to which you question with a look.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He slowly pronounced.

“There’s a meeting in 12 minutes.”

“Meaning we have time to spare.”

Shooting a smirk, you move closer to his face. “Make it quick, I promised that I wouldn’t be late this time.”

8 minutes later, you walked separately downstairs, 3 feet apart to be specific. Joining the others, Molly and Arthur, Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Kingsley were already there. Soft chatter could be heard among the group. You sat down across Sirius who gave you a wink along with a smile. Remus, who was beside Sirius, shot the same grin. Giving them the same smile, they all turned their heads when Severus entered the room.

The chatter went to unbearable silence while waiting for the rest to arrive. A few minutes later, the rest all sat down. “Any news?” Kingsley started.

“About Harry, yes. The rest, I’m afraid, is no.” Sirius sighed. “What about Harry? Is he alright? Did anything happen?” Molly frantically shoots questions, causing Sirius to calm her down. “You’re edgier than I am, Molly. Calm down..”

“Yes, something did happen. That pink woman happened.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Forced him to write with a magic quill, scarred his hand then.” Remus continued. They all sighed and chewed on their lips nervously.

“Then why didn’t his uncle try and contact him?”

Shifting their eyes, you all noticed that it came from Severus. “You’re saying I should’ve checked on him?” Remus repeated, frustration slowly appearing.

“You’re the one that’s always around, how come you didn’t?!” His voice turned into a yell, causing some to flinch.

“That’s because she hides it, you kook. And yes, I happen to be the one that helped him over the years, unlike you who only showed up for a year before scurrying off like a scared little girl.”

He said in a very neutral tone, as if it wasn’t harmful in any way. Remus and Severus were now staring intensely at each other. The harmful, violent kind. The gaze that you could immediately read one of them picturing beating the other one up.

“Alright, that’s enough一” Arthur cut off.

“Did I offend you in any way? Because you've been treating me like shit.” Remus’ anger showed again, which is rare for anyone to see.

“How hypocritical of you...and it took you more than a decade to realize that?” Severus kept a calm expression unlike Remus who was about to explode at any moment.

“Back to topic, you two—” Tonks interrupted.

Unsurprisingly, neither listened. “And before you use that gob of yours, I suggest you think wisely about your next words.” Severus warned, while Remus just glared at him. By now, you’ve had enough of the yelling causing you to break.

“Professor!”

“Yes?” They both turned their heads, causing you to sigh. They looked back at each other, both confused why the other responded. What also made the rest of the Order curious was how easily you‘ve gotten their attention.

“Please stop this childish fit you two are having and save them all for later...” You tried saying in a calm voice, avoiding any kind of expression that shows your overall frustration.

“Big words coming from you.”

Turning to Severus, you raise an eyebrow. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what I'm talking about.” By now, every single one of the members of the Order were glancing at Severus then Remus, then you simultaneously.

“Don't drag her into this!” Remus yelled.

“Why not? You're both very much involved in this.”

“How am I involved in Harry’s situation?!” You try to clarify.

Taking a few breaths, Remus calms himself down. “What do you want me to do?” He asked slowly, in a normal volume.

Severus stood up harshly, his tall figure blocking a light source causing a shadow. “I suppose your mind is telling her. You want to sleep with her, right? Hear her moan your name?”

“Severus!” You called out, eyes widened. “At what extent are you trying to take this discussion further一”

“Well, unfortunately, you can't..”

‘Oh, fuck. No, please don’t say it. Sev, don’t一’

“Because the only man that will hear her moan is me. My name is what she gets to scream, NOT YOURS!” He finally yells, while your jaw drops. Placing a hand on your chest, you try and convince yourself no one heard.

But their eyes focusing on you didn’t help one bit. Remus looking at you intensely didn’t help either.

Realizing what he just blurted out, Severus exits the room, leaving you completely helpless. Placing a hand on your forehead you look down to your feet.

“He's been fucking you?!” Remus suddenly breaks the silence.

“Language, Remus!” Molly exclaims.

“Fine, he's sleeping with you?” He asks, changing his choice of words. You take a second to breathe while everyone in the room waits for your response.

“Somewhere along those lines, yes…” You began peeling on the skin of your thumb.

“But he's your teacher...” said Tonks.

“Who's very good at edging…” You blurted out. They all widened their eyes, making you look up.

“Sorry, I blurt things when I’m nervous."

— END.