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Birthday Bash

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Requested by: @saltyphantompenguin

Request: “The readers birthday and it's a smut”

A/N: Thank you for the request and happy birthday. Hope you have a great day.

T/W: Cunnilingus, Fingering, Squirting,

Fred and George had planned this for a while.

You always went overboard with their birthdays and they wanted to do something similar, to really show their love for you. And what a day to do it.

They hated getting up early, but for you they’d conquer anything. Even the ghastly 6am alarm. Once they were both up and sure that you were still asleep, they got to work.

The twins had never been great bakers, so the bakery that sat in Diagon Alley was the only option that didn't result in a burnt cake with misspelled icing. Fred gave a nod to George before leaving the small flat to collect the cake. George stayed behind to sort out the pile of presents that sat on the sofa. The problem with Fred and George is that if they thought you’d like it, they’d buy it. No second thought necessary.

The cake that Fred returned with was simply a masterpiece compared to anything they could whip up. It was simple yet the prettiest the shop could make. With a small nod shared between them, they re-entered the bedroom with the cake in hand.

Fred held the cake steady while George climbed into bed beside you, gently kissing your cheek while whispering your name softly. He kept his tender antics up until you began to stir and your eyes fluttered open. To the twins, you always looked so lovely in the mornings, despite what you would say otherwise. They waited for you to blink the sleep from your eyes before setting the cake on your lap.

George's lips teased your ear, pressing soft kisses from your temple to your earlobe.

“Happy birthday, love. We just couldn't wait till you woke up”

Fred held the cake steady while his other hand reached for yours, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart. Wanna try some of the cake?”

Fred didn't wait for your answer before swiping a bit of icing from the cake and dabbing it onto the tip of your nose, ever the joker.

Your laugh and playful swat of Fred's hand made them smile.

“Freddie, you silly boy.”

You swiped the icing from your nose and licked it from your finger, letting out a surprised hum at the taste.

“This is good, really good. You know I love you both, but I'm guessing that you didn't make this yourselves”

The twins grinned bashfully. Fred looked at George before back at you with a teasing grin.

“We don't know what you’re on about, we put all of our love and passion into this cake”

You looked at them with piercing eyes and a slight grin.

“I don’t think going to Diagon Alley counts as love and passion”

Fred slowly put the cake down onto the bedside table. He looked at George with a dopey smile and nodded at him.

“Who do you think you’re getting sassy with?”

You watch Fred with eagle eyes wondering what he’s doing, then you spot the glint in his eye. The twins always had a mischievous glint, one that you could recognise a mile off. Their mischief didn’t exclude you in the slightest, they just toned it down from the crueler pranks they had played before.

“Fred, no please, I’m sorry, I won't be sassy anymore”.

While you’re busy pleading with Fred, George attacks you from the other side, tickling you. You giggled and squirmed, trying to escape their onslaught. Their fingers kept up their antics until George pulled you back into his chest, hugging you tight.

“If we keep tickling you, we’ll never get onto our birthday tradition, baby”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion until Fred started to tug your pyjama bottoms down, giving you all the hint you needed. When they were fully off, his hands pushed your thighs apart to spread you bare. He would never get sick of the sight of you. Whether you were clothed or naked, they both adored the sight of you. Though they preferred you naked more than anything.

“You always look so perfect, and even more edible than a cake”

Fred teasingly licks a strip up your folds, and then pulls back to enjoy your whines that follow. His teasing wouldn't relent, even though it was your birthday. George held you in his arms, less of a cuddle and more of a way to keep you from squirming while his brother licked you to death.

“Freddie, Georgie, please just fuck me. You always tease me. Please, be nice to the birthday girl”

Fred and George exchanged looks before George chuckled.

“We are being nice, baby. We bought you such a pretty cake and Freddie is paying attention to your sweet little pussy. I think that's very nice. But since it's your birthday…”

George trailed his hand down your chest and pushed two fingers into your hole. He moved his hand back and forth, his palm repeatedly hitting your clit while Fred moved his head lower to lick up all of the juices spilling out of you. George maneuvered his fingers just an inch to find your sensitive G-spot, before pummelling it with his fingertips.

Your eyes rolled back and your hips bucked. For a split second even your vision adjusted to the blinding pleasure. Fred kept holding your thighs open as your orgasm took over. Your whole body trembled as your juices squirted onto George's fingers and Freds waiting tongue. George kept his movements going, making sure only to stop when you tried to squirm away. His fingers retreated while Freds tongue advanced to lap up every last drop.

The twins always treated you like glass before and after sex, whilst during sex held no limits. But in times like this, some tender loving care was necessary. Fred's head nuzzled your thigh while George's dry hand stroked your cheek. So far a perfect start to a perfect day. Even George's soothing voice in your ear was perfect.

“Now that we’ve opened a present, I think it's only fair that you open yours”

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I know your like not posting all the time but my birthdays Wednesday and it was wondering if you could do a Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley when reader has a birthday and can you please make it smut

Thank you for the request and happy birthday for Wednesday. I’ll do my best since it’s for an occasion

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When you finna post a giant

Huh?

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Please I know your request are closed but please I need a bdsm fred and George Weasley smut please

Thanks for the request! It’s been added to my book and will be written eventually

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Can you please make a George x reader x Fred were there in the Effiel tower position search it up if you don't know please please im begging you sorry if im weird

Thanks for the request! My requests are currently closed but I’ve written it down and I’ll get to it soon when my hiatus ends

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The Weasley twins birthday headcanon

A/N: I am back for a short moment. I only realised the date about an hour before midnight and went “Oh damn, I could write a fanfic for our ginger boi’s”. I did one last year and I’m hoping to explore more of the twins’ kinky sides in this short piece, cause we all know they’re wild. So enjoy, and happy April Fools day. I realise that this isn't as NSFW as I’d usually write but it's late and I had no time to plan.

T/W: Unprotected sex, Sex shop and item descriptions

~Another year, another year older

~The twins had found quite the balance in their life. They had a business, a strong brotherhood, and the prettiest girlfriend they could have hoped for

~The had been dropping hints for what they both wanted for their birthday, as many people do

~Whether it's glancing at a shop window for too long or that one magazine, people will subconsciously give away what they want

~Maybe that's why it both surprised you and didnt, at the same time, when a new shop moved into one of the winding ways of Diagon Alley

~The store was filled with various leathered items, phallic displays on nearly every shelf, and books galore on everything from positions to spells for both pleasure and ‘torture’

~The only first ventured inside with the innocent lie of ‘getting to know the new neighbours’

~Little did you know that they’d walked out with a shopping list

~It wasn't your fault that you took a peek, how else to know what a person wants?

~The list was for a few of the spell books, some restraints, and many outfits

~After taking a peek into the shop to do some birthday shopping, you scanned the various isles of outfits

~Nurses, Slutty uniforms for both student and teacher roles, Sparkly lingerie, Underwear of the crotchless variety, and more leather and latex than a bikers crew

~Picking out a few wouldn’t hurt, they'd be appreciative at least

~Of course that's not all you got them. Joke books, various bits and bobs like aftershave and whatnot, and odd colourful socks

~Waking them up was the easy part

~You had put on the skimpiest, tightest lingerie that the shop had to offer and prepared the cake

~Half was orange while the other was purple, candles surrounding the edge so they both had their own collection to blow out

~Not that they’d notice the cake in their nearly naked girlfriends hands

~Singing Happy Birthday like Marilyn Monroe entertaining the president definitely roused them, and their jaws were practically left on the pillow from how stunned they were

~They had to usher you to put the cake down before they pulled you onto the bed and ripped your new pretty lingerie off

~They recognised it instantly, but seeing you in it was more than they could handle

~Instant morning wood

~Fred mumbled something about putting birthday money towards some of the heftier things in the shop, like a certain sex swing that had caught his eye

~George had been drawn to the prettier pink dresses and stockings with pink bows that the shop had, maybe even a certain type of nickname in mind ;)

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Hello! Can you do a smut where the weasley twins are the well known bullies in hogwarts and you as a nerd are likely to get bullied by them, and whenever you dont do their homework, theyll make sure you never refuse again ;D (ermm and can i request the twins calling the reader bunny? SORRY BUT I LIKE THE NICKNAME SO BADD) andd LET YOUR IMAGINATION GO WILD PLEASE....

Lots of love - livekillersxx

Thank you for the request! My requests are closed at the moment but I have saved the idea in my book and I will write it soon

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To my beautiful readers

I am looking for feedback. Anything you liked or disliked, anything. I’d love to hear about things I can improve. Even if there’s people who think I’m terrible, I’d be glad to hear it.

Love from, KMT

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Can you do a George smut where his girlfriend’s first language is Spanish and she switches to it during sex for the first time? Trust me, I know this one is weird dude…..

Thanks for the request! My requests are currently closed but I have saved it in my book and I’ll start writing it when I flip the ol’ sign to open 😁. For the fic, I’ll have to use a translator app so early warning, the app will most likely be the most inaccurate thing going

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Official Business

Fred Weasley x reader

Requested by: @mytrinityphelps

Request: “Office sex with coworker Fred Weasley (and him wearing glasses)”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I'm sorry it's taken so long to actually start and upload. But it never slipped my mind. This might just be my longest fic yet, so I hope it's actually enjoyable. I’m not gonna lie, I kinda forgot about the glasses request and I’m so sorry. I reread the request and went “mentioning glasses once might not cover it”. I’m sorry

T/W: Unprotected sex, Office banter, Blowjob, Nearly caught, Belly bulge,

What could you say about working as an Auror?

It was a decent job with decent pay, the hours were your casual 9 to 5 with weekends off.

Oh, and there was your coworker Fred. He wasn't the most serious guy, having left his job at a joke shop for better pay to keep his business up and running.

He was tolerable, unlike some of the other stuffy old workers who were seemingly glued to their desks. He was a little older than you with a ginger mop of hair and glasses that framed his deep brown eyes. He was friendly, always offering to bring you a morning tea and coffee personally instead of relying on the house elves. He even bought you a small owl ornament for your desk to commemorate your first year anniversary of working there.

Maybe you liked the flirty banter more. How during lunch breaks he’d comment about how you looked better than any dessert ever could, and that he looked forward to your smile more than any monthly wage slip. He really knew how to make your day brighter.

When he noticed the blush that spread across your cheeks in response to his teasing, he took a step up. Some of your favorite comments of his all shared a similar trait. They made you want to jump his bones. It was impossible not to when he spoke the stuff of wet dreams in that soft teasing tone.

“Your lipstick looks pretty, I wonder how it would look trailing down my chest”

“Looks like you’ve had a heavy workload today. Here I’d hoped you could take heavy loads, baby”

“You look tired, you’d sleep a lot better in my bed”

Oh, he was really trying to rile you up. And it was working like a charm.

Working overtime wasn’t rare in this line of work. Desk jobs always had their fair share of paperwork pile ups. Most workers left it till the next day or took it home to complete when possible. You only had a bit of work left and decided to stay to avoid the unnecessary task of homework.

One thing that caught you off guard was that Fred hadn’t said goodnight to you like he usually did before leaving. He did it every night. Was he angry at you? Had you said the wrong thing?

The thought stung a little, but you could always ask him about it the next morning.

Half an hour into your work was enough for a tea break. It wasn't procrastination if it counted as hydrating. Heading along the familiar hallway was second nature for you, but stopping dead was new. In the vast rows of desks, was a familiar ginger mop of hair. Was Fred Weasley staying late?

You made your way downstairs, an idea in mind.

Fred hated staying late. He hated this job. He had only taken it for some extra income towards the joke shop. He took the 9 to 5 job due to Georgie and Angelina expecting their first. At least if he was running the shop, he could be more lenient with trips to St Mungos. He still had a whole 3 hours worth of work to get through just to catch up. How people did this full time, he didn't know.

The approach of heels made him keep his head down, thinking it was some higher up reader to scold him for not taking the job seriously. But when a mug of coffee was placed before him, his head soon whipped up. There you were, like an angel in his time of need. You somehow looked perfect, like you weren't working overtime from an 8 hour shift. Instead of reaching for the mug handle, he reached for your hand in a tender grip.

“You’re a lifesaver, you know.

Your thumb trailed over his knuckles softly, a soft yet teasing smile on your face.

“I guess you owe me then”

That brought a smile to his face, giving your hand a tug causing you to fall onto his lap. You laughed softly, your hands finding his shoulders. This was his usual flirting to the max. But what was the harm in a bit of teasing?

“Give it your best shot, Weasley”

Knowing Fred in the capacity that you did, you should have known that he wouldn't take it as harmless teasing. He took it as a challenge.

His other hand found your cheek, pulling you closer to press his lips to yours in a kiss that seemed almost desperate. He let go of your wrist in favour of holding your waist to keep you steady on his lap. His lips pressed harder against yours, like a kiss along could merge your bodies. He wanted to be closer to you. He seemed confused when you got off of his lap, trying to hold onto you tighter, but his confusion turned into shock when you lowered yourself between his spread legs. He couldn't help his excitement as he practically ripped his belt off.

“You’re really gonna suck my dick? Sweetheart, you’re something else. Most girls would complain about ruining their lipstick, but you love being a dirty little office slut, don't you?”

He groaned when you pressed a kiss to his bulge in response before your hand took over, palming him teasingly. Your fingers tugged his zipper and fumbled with his button before his boxers came into view, and they were pulled down even quicker. Fred reached into his boxers, pulling his cock out. It stood tall before your face, his shaft veiny and girthy. The curtains definitely matched the drapes when it came to his pubes.

“Are you always this hard, Fred, or does a bit of kissing turn you on?”

He chuckled, his hand cupping your jaw to pull you closer.

“I'm always hard for you, I just don't show it as blatantly as you do. I knew how wet you got for me. I wonder if you ever played with yourself in the bathrooms thinking of me…or did you just finger yourself under your desk while I told you how pretty you looked every morning?”

That blush that filled your cheeks when he spoke, that's what he loved most about you. How that small tint of pink made you irresistible. How naturally it did.

His thumb caressed your blushing cheek, it was the result of him after all. Little did he know, it was all for him. You’d give all of yourself to him.

Your tongue gave his tip a gentle prod, reveling in his hiss at the touch. He sounded beautiful with every response, but those you drew from him were your favourite. Your lips wrapped around his tip, suckling softly. Fred stifled his moans, bringing his tie to his mouth and biting it to keep himself quiet from any other late workers. You looked up at him through your lashes, the sight making you wetter. Fred was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, his face nearly as red as his hair and his tie tucked between his lips while his cock throbbed for attention. He was like fine art.

Your lips returned to his cock, your cheeks hollowed as you tried to take him in your throat. His eyes bugged out when he felt your mouth take him deeper. But it was all cut short at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. Fred pulled the tie from his mouth and nudged you gently, his voice merely a hushed whisper.

“Sweetie, stop. Someone, fuck…someones coming”

His hands ushered towards the underside of his desk making sure you were tucked in before pulling his chair up and trapping you between his legs. The footsteps stopped by his desk, one of your colleagues commenting on how he was here late, making some joke about his allergy for work slowly being cured. Fred could only nod along, his mind still in panic mode from nearly being caught getting sucked off by a coworker. You, on the other hand, took delight in how the tables had turned. It was your turn to tease him.

You leaned your face closer to his cock, sliding your tongue along his shaft and tracing his veins. You could hear his groan which he quickly covered up with a coughing fit. You could hear the coworker checking on him and patting his back, but you didn't give him a reprieve. Your lips circled his tip, suckling gently. Your coworker ran off, something about getting some water for Fred. He pulled his chair back and helped you out from under the desk.

“Sweetheart, we don’t have time”

He pulls his shirt over his erection and drags you by the hand, along the hallway and to the small utility cupboard that housed quills and inks. He pushed you in first and followed you inside, muttering a few enchantments under his breath. He had to make sure no one would hear you two and most importantly, that no one would try and open the door.

His hands wrapped around your waist like a python, pulling you into him. You pulled your pencil skirt up, hooking your leg over his hip. You dropped your voice to a sultry whisper.

“Then you better not waste anymore time, Fred”

His hand slithered between your bodies, pulling up your pencil skirt and tugging your panties aside. He practically growled at how wet you were, his fingers soaked from that brief touch. He couldn't wait any longer. He lined his tip with your entrance and pulled your hips, sliding you down his cock. You let out a relieved moan, grateful for Fred’s enchantment. His cock was buried so snug inside of you, every clench around his thickness felt like he could break you.

You risked a glance down and the sight of his cock causing your belly to bulge made you whimper. Just the sight alone caused that band to tighten. Your hands gripped his shoulders, pressing needy kisses to his lips. Fred pulled his hips back and thrust back into you, wanting to be as deep inside of you as he could. He wondered what it would be like to cum inside of you, painting you deep inside, but he didn't want to push his luck. There was plenty of time, and there was no way he’d have that much fun in an office storeroom. If it took, that would be a terrible place to conceive.

He licked along your bottom lip, his pace never slowing.

“I'm close, sweetie. Cum on my cock, make a mess”

His hand moved back between you both, desperate fingers circling your clit in tight, quick circles. He could feel your grip on his shoulders tighten, your eyes rolling back in bliss as you clamped down on his cock. A pornographic moan ripped itself from your throat as your juices coated his shaft. You were so warm and tight, that he contemplated just throwing all care out the window but instead he groaned and pulled out, his hand wrapping around his dick and pumping fervently.

His cum painted your bunched up skirt, leaving a sticky stain on the grey fabric. You didn’t call him out on it in your blissed out state, only noticing when you slowly came down. Even then, it was just a skirt. It was worth it.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll buy you a new skirt if I have to. Maybe some pretty lingerie as well”

His signature smirk returned as he whispered in your ear.

“But then again, I’d prefer you naked”

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A sweet angel and her corrupting devils

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Requested by: @flowerhetal

Request: “The twins with an inexperienced reader”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I'm finally back and writing. Also, I really went on a tangent for this one, I’m very sorry. And I had to rewrite most of the book because I wanted it to be a BFB as Ginny's bestie, but by TOOTP Ginny is 14 and the twins are 17-18, and I knew someone would pick it up and yikes. So say hello to Ron's new bestie, who is legal. I’m gonna be honest, this one was difficult to write and I didnt like how slow it was because I was just pushing to get it uploaded after so long. I really don't feel like this is even in my top 10.

T/W: Virgin reader, Twins kinda baby reader, Umbridge causing pain, Fingering, Praise

The Twins were such sweethearts.

Despite their joking nature, they treated you like a glass statue. Even when they picked you up, they handled you with care.

Fred and George were 2 years older than you. Being Ron’s best friend meant that, at first, the twins saw you as an annoying little sister, just without the trademark hair and freckles. But then the attraction became increasingly obvious. Fred and George would pay more attention to you and always wanted to sit beside you when you stayed for a sleepover. After a brief conversation between the two, they had realised that you had become another shared trait for the twins.

It was only fair that they agreed to share your attention.

As the years passed and you all got older, that attraction never faded. The twins flocked to you. Whenever a new prank was ready, you would never be a target. But they’d make sure that you were there to bear witness since they loved the sound of your laughter.

You started going to them more often, telling them about your day and listening to theirs. They never let anyone mess with you, saying that anyone who did would become the next target for their best prank yet. However, you didn't think that threat would extend to staff members.

When Delores Umbridge walked through the doors of Hogwarts School, she didn’t plan to let you all go about your regular business. She had a plan, which involved corporal punishment. They had found you buried under a pile of duvets in your room, missing both lunch and dinner. When they first stepped into your room, they didn’t think you were even there until they heard soft whimpers coming from the blanket pile.

Pulling back a few layers revealed your shaking form. Eyes red and puffy from hours of crying and arm red raw from both Umbridge’s quill and the insatiable urge to itch that comes with any scar. The mantra on your arm read ‘I shall pay more attention in class instead of daydreaming’.

Even when you tried to hide away and burrow back into the safety of the blankets, George cradled your face in his hands.

“Sweet girl, it’s okay. She got you too, did she? Why don't you come out and let me and Freddie look after you”

The effect they had on you was pure magic. They could talk you into anything with their soft voices. You slowly emerged, clinging to George like a baby koala while Fred took the chance to examine your arm. He cooed softly as he pressed a kiss to your palm.

“Baby, you’ve been touching it haven’t you? You know you’re not meant to scratch your scars”

All Hogwarts rooms had a first aid box. Nothing too fancy, just a few bandages and elixirs for those first years who couldn't wait to duel. Although Fred could have used a spell to soothe your wound, a simple bandage had that closeness and cozy feel to it. There's something romantically tragic about bandaging your lover's wounds.

His fingers applied the elixir like a massaging oil before carefully applying the bandage. All the while, your face stayed tucked into George's neck. George splayed his fingers across your back, his lips brushing along your ear.

“We just want to take care of you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted, sweet girl”

Fred set aside the bottle and sat on the bed, his hands finding your hips. He slowly pulled you from George's lap and onto his own, his chest against your back while his hands encircled your middle. You didn't mind when his hands drifted to your abdomen, they always made you feel so safe.

“I bet no other boy has ever taken care of you, have they?”

George cooed while his own hands stroked your thighs, slowly getting higher. When you shook your head, he moved forward to part your thighs and nestle between them, causing your skirt to ride up. Fred pulled your skirt up slowly, letting you object if you wanted to.

“We know how to take care of pretty babies like you. You just have to trust Georgie and I. You can do that, can’t you?”

They already knew that you were putty in their hands, but your meek approval made it so much better. George slowly pulled your panties down and put them in his pocket before he spread your legs more. Just a glance at you told him all he needed to know. You really were a virgin. He shot Fred a glance before both boys just stared at you. Fred pressed a kiss to your ear.

“Are you sure you want this, baby? To give yourself to us like this? We can’t go back afterwards”

Your meek voice filled their ears despite how quiet you were.

“I want you both. Please? Please make the pain go away”

George leaned forwards and kissed your lips, his hand trailing down to stroke your clit. He revelled in the surprised whimper that seemed to escape you. While his thumb rubbed slow circles over your button, his fingers glided down to tease your pussy. George gathered your slick and slowly pushed his finger inside. You were tight. Too tight.

“Baby, do you ever…play with yourself?”

You looked up at Fred first before looking at George, your cheeks pink.

“No, is that wrong?”

Oh, you were sweet.

Fred pressed a kiss to your temple while George's lips kissed the tip of your nose. They wanted to teach you everything. Every kissing technique, every position, every special toy. You would be their eager little student, desperate for kisses and praise. They wondered if you got wet just from being called their good girl.

“It's not wrong at all, sweetie. It just means that Georgie and I get to spend more time with you. Practice makes perfect, right?”

George's finger slid back inside of you, keeping a slow pace to let you adjust. Fred's hand toyed with your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipples while his other hand rested across your middle to keep you still when you squirmed. Every moan filled their ears as if you were their own private singer. Pure music. George could feel how much of your juices was coating his fingers, you were wet enough for more. His second finger joined the first, your walls practically suffocating them. His fingers angled up and pushed deeper.

A loud moan left your lips, your walls clamping down on George's fingers. Your body squirmed in Freds grip. His hand left your nipples to cover your mouth. God forbid anyone heard and interrupted them. George kept his thumb on your throbbing clit, adding pressure to keep you spaced out.

When your moans slowly subsided, George slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to his lips. Fred kept you in a tight grip, his hand leaving your mouth to stroke your cheek softly. Your body trembled between them, eyes still closed and chest heaving for oxygen.

“You did such a great job, baby. Such a sweet girl. I bet Georgie’s fingers felt so good”

They waited a while before deciding to clean you up, wanting to take in the pretty sight for a while longer.

They liked how pretty their girl looked for them.

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The Weasley twins Christmas headcanon

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! I thought I’d write a Christmas headcanon since I didnt last year. I hope you all have an amazing holiday and New Year. Enjoy the fic, my horny devils.

SFW

~ The build up to the big day would be pretty hectic considering you worked at the shop with the twins

~ A constant cycle of customers asking if you had extra stock or if they could pay less was a nightmare, but it was all worth it when the twins shut the shop late Christmas eve

~ They love the idea of buying matching pyjama sets (matching is all they really know)

~ If you’re a muggle born or a half blood, you’ll show them classic christmas films like Home Alone or It's a Wonderful Life on the tv that you convinced them to try out

~ Christmas baking is a necessity

~ It doesn't even matter that the twins are terrible bakers. Magic does it for you

~ Christmas day at the Burrow is unlike anything you’ve ever known

~ Molly’s cooking definitely gets the chefs kiss award

~ Christmas is the only time you get to meet Charlie and see Bill and Fleur

~ The house is packed (Molly likes to joke that grandbabies would top things off)

~Fred and George decided to try out their new product, a small marble sized ball that grows into a snowball when combined with the engorgement charm

~ Instead of bursting into snow upon impact, they disintegrate like flakes of ash

~ This quickly leads to a snowball fight on the surrounding Burrow land after Molly threatened the ginger flock about getting any ‘snow’ inside the house

~ Ginny wins this fight after hiding in one of the bedrooms and catapulting the ‘snowballs’ down from the window

~ Molly and Arthur always include you in presents, even though you aren't officially a Weasley they still treat you like you are

~ After about half an hour, the floor is covered in wrapping paper and everyone is wearing a new knitted ensemble courtesy of the matriarch herself

~ And by the end of the night, moving has become impossible from the amount of food that has been served and eaten

~ It’s times like this where you appreciate floo travel instead of a several hour car drive

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~ The Twins didn’t realise that you had one more present in store for them

~ It was only when you called them into the bedroom that they understood why you needed time to ‘get the gift ready’

~ The gift consisted of lacy lingerie and a plastic bow that sat on your head

~ Although this was a gift you gave them often, they were very grateful nonetheless

~ The twins loved their gift so much that they decided to unwrap it immediately

~ It took you more time to get the ensemble on than it did for them to tear it off of you

~ But it was worth it to see the look on their faces, and for the wild ride that came with it

~ The twins pounced on you, breathing in your new perfume that they bought you and the feeling of your soft skin

~ Their hands roamed over you, tugging until the lingerie was discarded on the floor and their clothes followed suit

~ One held you in his arms while the other pushed into you, they made you cum at least twice before switching

~ They only wish they had gotten creative with the mistletoe

~ They would have made sure to kiss you everywhere (not that they needed mistletoe to do so) ~ Lets just say that boxing day was a day spent in bed recovering, and giving a few last christmas presents ;)

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Wait...office sex with co worker Fred Weasley (and him wearing glasses eeeekkkk:>

Thank your for the request! He’d look so hot with the glasses and office sex, that desk isn’t staying clean. I’ll definitely write it up but it will probably be started in January

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Taboo Treatment

George Weasley x reader

Requested by: @mytrinityphelps

Request: “Perv professor/ stepdad George Weasley”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I'm sorry it's taken so long (i've had a busy few weeks of christmas stuff and illnesses) but I am back. I feel like this wasn't one of my best and I feel like I rushed it. It didn't help that I wrote bits and pieces over a 3 week span.

T/W: Very taboo, Upskirting, Spanking, Mentions of stalking and spying, Thigh fucking

When your mum told you about her new boyfriend, let's just say you weren’t too pleased.

In fact, your friends can remember the exact moment you got the letter that one morning. The way your face dropped made them think someone had died. But it was worse, way worse. You see, she mentioned her new beau. A man called George Weasley. Or as you knew him; Professor Weasley.

That ginger teacher who taught you Astronomy since you were 11. Your mother liked to joke that he practically raised you. Sure, you were happy for her. You just wished that she had chosen to date literally anybody else.

Even going to class was strange after that. He’d overlook little questions you got wrong and it seemed that you were doing better than ever in his class. But in reality, the real reason was because he was banging your mum every holiday. Your friends found it hilarious, even dubbing Professor Weasley with the title of ‘Papa Weasley’.

A year passed, and everything seemed to be coming up roses for your mum and your professor. Even so that when you returned home and found him in your living room, they announced the dreaded news.

Engaged.

The wedding was exactly how you'd imagine. The groom's side of the church was lined with a sea of red hair and freckles. Your new step siblings from George's previous marriage were already in your class, but you hadn’t really spoken to them before. They seemed happier with the marriage than you did, but every wedding reception has that one unhappy bunny.

The first couple of months drifted by, mainly filled with moving house and getting used to the ‘happy family’ atmosphere. But things changed at school. Professor Weasley no longer gave you better grades, instead becoming more strict and demanding. When greeting each student in the morning, his smile faltered when his eyes landed on you. But it somehow got even worse.

You’d notice your new stepdad paying extra special attention to other girls in class. He’d get closer to them than necessary, even going as far as to drop his wand in front of female students desks and picking it up after a quick look up their skirt. Without another thought, you approached him after class when the general crowd had disappeared. You had a mean look in your eye as you approached his desk, but the smirk on his face told you that he already knew your intentions.

“What the hell, George! I saw what you were doing with that wand trick. What about my mum?”

George looked up at the fire in your eyes, grinning innocently like he’d just played one of his pranks that his children boasted about. He tutted softly, shaking his head.

“It’s ‘Professor’ to you, sweetie. And I have no idea what little trick you’re referring to. I can’t help it if I'm clumsy, can I?”

He stood from his desk, beckoning you closer.

“What mummy dearest doesnt know doesnt hurt her”

You stood your ground, ignoring the way your skin felt hotter as he smirked at your defiance. His hand pulled you closer by your wrist before bending you over the edge of his desk. George pulled your robe up and pulled your wand from its designated pocket before sliding your skirt up.

“I think I know why you’re so annoyed. You don't want me paying attention to those other girls. I think you want me all to yourself”

When you tried to argue back, he shushed you and held your wand in front of your lips before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“You might need something to bite on, sweetheart”

His chest pressed against your back, his hand remaining on the fabric of your clothes to keep it on your hips, leaving your underwear exposed. You reluctantly opened your mouth, biting on your wand lightly. He let out a soft hum of amusement before catching you off guard and bringing his hand down sharply on your thigh, making you lurch against the desk. But still he continued to hold you down. His repeated strikes left your thighs red raw, each hit making you flinch and whimper. He seemed to reveal in your little reactions, getting harder by the second.

“Does my naughty stepdaughter like that? I bet you listen to me and mummy fuck through the walls. Or do you just rub your thighs together beneath your desk while I teach?”

You tried looking back at him, but he wouldn't let you. You wanted to spit your wand out and tell him straight that he was sick, but you didn't.

You could have, but when a Professor told you to do something, you obeyed. Just like a good girl should.

He stalled his spanks and tugged your underwear down. He tapped your wrist, tapping it harder when you finally understood what he wanted you to do. Reaching back, you pulled your cheeks apart, letting him enjoy the view.

“What a pretty pussy. Maybe I should have been looking up your skirt more often. I know, I’ll ask good ol’ uncle Harry for his invisibility cloak and watch you. I know you’ll like that. I’ll watch you shower and sleep, and you’ll never know if you’re truly alone again. I wouldn't want my pretty little one to get lonely.”

His other hand pulled his fly down slowly, letting you hear the zippers symphony and the sound of him spitting onto his hand as it signalled your impending fate. You could tell that he wasn't going to go easy on you, so you at least hoped that he’d be on the smaller scale. A hope that was quickly squashed when he ran his length beneath your thighs, his veined shaft gliding against your clit.

But he had other plans.

“I know you’re a virgin, princess. You’re too tight not to be. I’ll save your perfect virgin hole for when we have more time. Then I can really ruin you”

His hips slowly rocked back and forth, his cock sliding between your thighs. With every movement, your pussy drooled more slick onto his shaft. He kept a firm grip on your clothes, using them to pull your hips back against his.

Your jaws tightened around the wooden wand between your teeth, the worry of breaking it out the window as your new focus was on the cock nestled between your thighs. The pleasure felt otherworldly, but it wasn't enough. His groans got more frequent until he let out a string of pants, his cum panting your underwear gusset. He brought his hand up to stroke your hair softly, as if he hadn’t stilled and robbed you of any orgasm you had hoped to have. He slowly stepped back and pulled your underwear back up from where it gathered at your thighs, letting his cum mix with your juices.

He didn’t fix your clothes. He wanted to memorise the sight of you like this, knowing that his cum was now pressing against your pussy. He didn’t stop you when he heard your wand clatter on his desk. He stroked your thighs which still burned from his earlier touch.

He could get used to you.

[kmt123whatsthetea]

The Twins with an inexperienced reader?

Thank you for the request! I’ve added it to the books and it’s in the writing queue. But it shall be written 😁

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Hey guys

The requests I’m currently working on might take a while to put up since the sick bug has finally caught up to me. I’m also thinking of working on a Christmas fic with the twins if it’s something that people would be interested in (I don’t write for the holidays as much as I’d like to). Hope you’re all well and warm

Love, kmt