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missetbilu · 1 month

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KEEPING A CLOSE EYE*

perv!fred weasley x fem!reader, smut

when fred overhears you and the girls chit chatting about boys that you fancy, he can’t keep his mind from wandering, nor his hand.

warnings: perv concept, jerking off

"Come on, Y/N, there's gotta be someone you fancy." Ginny elbowed you, trying to get a response.

Angelina, Hermione, Ginny and yourself were in your favorite little spot in the library. A very secluded area, where you could study, sneak in some food, talk, without prying eyes or ears.

Although in that afternoon, you were not very much enjoying the topic of choice. Boys. Too shy to come clean about your little crush, you would much rather gossip or even focus on the charms essay due next week than engage in the conversation. But the girls were not having it.

"Yeah, even Hermione admitted to being completely, head over heels, in love with Ron." Angelina teased.

"Hey!" The girl blushed and looked away for a second, but curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the argument. "She's right tho, you're the only one left."

"I just don't think of any guy here like that."

"In this castle full of boys, you expect me to believe not even a single one of them is your type?" Ginny said.

"Unless you're into girls."

"I'm not." You laughed at Angelina's curious expression. "I like men."

"Then name one you would" Hermione stopped herself mid sentence, suddenly a bit shy, "...you know."

"Fuck?" Angelina completed her thought and they all laughed, Hermione also shushing her and looking around to make sure they were alone.

"Alright." You took a deep breath and tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

"Aw dude, are you serious?" Ginny's disappointment was so clear in her face that the three other girls bursted out laughing.

"Shhh, guys, I don't wanna get kicked out." Hermioned said between giggles.

"Sorry, babe, but this was too good not to laugh at." Angelina responded, still chuckling.

"Too good? All my friends wanna fuck my brothers."

And you all fell into laughter again.

It had been a week since Fred discovered that spot of yours to hang out. Whenever you and the girls disappeared from his sight, he would get anxious, wondering where you might be.

Until the day he was looking for a potions book, but found something far better: you.

He managed to hide in the corridor next to the one where the group of girls would sit on the floor and chit chat. Usually he took no interest in the conversations you would have. But not that day. Throughout the whole week he listened to each silly subject the girls brought up, only paying attention to the sound of your angelic voice when you made a comment. That day it was different. Once the tables turned from homework to guys you fancied, Fred felt his heart skip a beat.

He was nervous, his palms becoming sweaty as each of the girls rambled about one boy after the other. He barely listened to the guys his sister brought up, nor to the mentions of his brothers. What mattered most to him was what you were going to say. He was so afraid of hearing another man's name fall out of your pretty lips; so afraid you would confess to feeling attracted to someone else.

But he was also infatuated with the possibility of his name being the one in your mind. You quietly listened to what your friends had to say, too scared to say something yourself, Fred saw that in your expression as he tried to eye your figure from the place where he was hiding. Just thinking about it, being him the person you kept yourself from mentioning, made his trousers feel a bit too tight. His hand travelled down to his growing bulge, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to risk not hearing you.

Your silence allowed his imagination to run wild. Maybe this whole thing got her thinking about how good I would fuck her, and she's afraid of sharing those filthy thoughts. He stroked his cock once, over the fabric of his clothes. Or perhaps she's so lost in the desire of getting filled up with my cum, she didn't even notice how quiet she's been... oh fuck... He did it again and had to hold back a moan.

Fred knew he shouldn’t, but it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand slipped past his boxers and he stroked his dick, trying so hard to imagine it was you doing it.

Has she ever had a wet dream with me? He wondered. She would wake up sweaty and out of breath. Her panties are completely damp, but it's not because of the sweat, it's arousal. I bet she would be embarrassed, looking around the dorm to see if the other girls are sleeping, before she goes under the covers and... He gasps quietly, his hands going a bit faster now. And she lets her hand touch her dripping cunt... He bites his lip to stop himself from cursing. Her sweet fingers would tease her clit and she wouldn't be able to stop a moan of my name from coming out.

"Alright." When the word left your mouth he slowed down his movement, focusing on the head of his member. It was almost painful the way he teased his tip, trying to pay attention to what you were about to say. He even held his breath, that and the expectation making him even more sensitive. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

Fred was really thankful for the loud laughter of the group that followed your confession, because the minute he heard your sugary voice saying his name, it was too much. He came in his hand with a low grunt.

He didn't listen to anything said after that. He didn't move or took his hand off of his trousers. He was in shock. As much as he wanted that outcome, it felt unreal now that it happened. He had imagined how you would sound saying you fancied him, what words you would choose and what exactly would be the look on your face. But none of it compared to the reality of it all.

You, such a perfect picture of beauty, intelligence, kindness. The most incredible, endearing and angelical woman he had ever set his eyes upon, out of all people, wanted him.

Fred waited until you all had left to pick himself up from his spot on the floor and attempt to use some spells and his robes to hide the stain in his pants. He did a good job, it wasn't too noticeable, but deep down he didn't care. There was something, or rather someone, much more important in his mind.

He stood in front of the corridor where you had been just a few minutes before. "I guess Fred is kind of cute." That played in his head over and over again, like a broken record. And Fred definitely didn't want to fix it.

#fifi-writes #harry potter smut #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #fred smut

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missetbilu · 1 year

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I KNOW, RIGHT? I wish I had a hot professor lol

HER*

remus lupin x fem!reader, smut

remus had spent more time than he would like to admit thinking about you. never had he believed his fantasies would come true.

warnings: slightly nsfw, mentions of sex; reader is of age!

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WORK!

We make love to each other on Saturday nights. It's our thing now. The school is much more calm, there are no classes to attend to, no one to interrupt us. However, it first started on a Friday.

I had just returned to my room and was anxiously organizing the mess in there, trying to get my mind out of the events of the last class of the day. Teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts had been fairly easy, I enjoyed the subject and got along well with my students. But she was making it a little harder. I could feel her eyes on me; which was expected, all students were supposed to be looking at me as I explained whatever creature was in for the day; only her stare was filled with something else. Something that, although I couldn't fully comprehend, I deeply wished it to be lust.

That particular day she was very fidgety. Moving around, playing with her parchment, dropping her quill. I had mastered a way of paying attention to her without anyone noticing. I knew it was wrong, but maybe that only made it all more enticing. When I did allow myself to take a glance, I hoped she would be bent over to grab something off the floor; or be sitting with her arms crossed, gently squeezing her breasts together underneath the thin fabric of her uniform shirt. I got lucky with those views multiple times on that warm Friday afternoon.

By the end of the class the students were leaving, but Y/N was behind. As messy as she had been during the lecture, it was no surprise she was having a hard time stuffing her belongings into a bag.

"Do you need any help, Miss Y/L/N?" I offered, even though I wanted for her to struggle a little longer, just so I could watch her.

"Oh, it's okay." She chuckled, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry to be taking your time, I'm sure you just want to lock the classroom and head to your quarters."

"No need to apologise." I walked over to the girl as she placed one last item in her bag.

"I think this was all." She pulled it to her shoulder, but before she could leave I pointed out a quill on the floor.

"Is that not yours?"

"Yes! It is." She let out another nervous chuckle and I allowed myself to believe she was flustered because she felt attracted to me.

We both sank down to our knees to get the quill. Her hand brushed mine and she pulled it away quickly, but neither of us got up instantly, we stayed in that position, looking deep into each other's eyes. I had to fight the desire to look down to her chest. I wondered what color her bra could be, being this close and in this position I would probably be able to tell. But I stopped myself from checking. Unfortunately, instead I found my eyes dropping to her lips. Plump and beautiful. Maybe it's not even a second, but it feels like eternity before she stands. I follow suit and hand her the object.

"Thank you, professor."

That last sentence kept replaying in my head as I moved piles of books from my desk to the floor with hopes of organizing them into the bookshelf on the corner of my room. It played in my head as I heard a knock on the door. Part of me secretly hoped it would be her. I thought of all the things I would do if Y/N was standing right outside my door. I couldn't decide if I wanted my fantasies to be slow and loving or fast and rough, full of desperation for each other. Before I could do so, there was another knock and I pulled myself back to reality rushing to the door.

And there she was. I blinked a few times before responding to her joyful "hello", scared it might be just my imagination running too wild.

"Hello." I said, eyeing her up and down. Y/N was still in her uniform and she held a book to her chest.

"Professor..." She seemed nervous. Even more than previously. "I think I might need some help with this paper you assigned us..."

"For next week? The one on Goblins?"

"Precisely. I'm afraid I didn't quite understand what we need to be writing on them."

"I spoke about this activity last class and gave the instructions once again today, miss Y/L/N."

"I know, I'm sorry, professor, I suppose I wasn't paying as much attention as I should." She almost whined giving her response.

"You did seem a little distracted today." I said with a low voice. Fuck don't think about how she looked while absentmindedly biting her lip. "A lot on your mind?" She bit her lip with my question, as if she could read my mind.

"I suppose you could say that." We stood there in silence, analysing each other. I wondered if she was blushing because this was an awkward situation for her, just a student wanting some help with homework. But perhaps there was a tiny chance her motives were far from academic. I decided to take a leap of faith, letting my craving for the girl in front of me speak louder than my reason.

"Are you really here to ask me about the assignment?" After a couple of seconds she shook her head no. "But you do have something clouding those thoughts, something to do with me?" She nodded slowly, her chest heaving up and down. "Would you care to tell me what?"

"Can I..." She took a deep breath. "Can I show you, professor?" I felt the need to take her right then and there, more than ever before. For a moment I was afraid of answering. Afraid that my voice would falter from the pure lust I had in me.

"Please do."

She gently placed her hand on my cheek. It was soft and tiny. I wanted to close my eyes, to dwell on the feeling of it against my skin. But then she gave me something else to linger on. She kissed me. Getting on her tiptoes, she crashed her lips on mine. It was delicate, smooth. I felt the urge to pull her closer by the waist, but it was so tender, so innocent, that I held back. Y/N ran away as soon as we disconnected our lips. It lasted less than a minute, but it made me helpless for her.

Now I have much more than just a kiss to think about when I'm all alone, or at dinner when I take no interest in the conversations around me, or even when I'm teaching a class full of eager students. After quite some time of meeting her in the utmost secrecy, I can let my mind wander to all the nights she allowed me go down on her sweet cunt, or to restlessly fuck her stupid. Nights much like this one.

Y/N had my shirt on as she walked up to the trunk by the end of my bed.

"I saw the other day that you have some whiskey in here." She opened it up and smirked at me, pulling out the bottle. "Do you care for it?" I was lazily lying on the bed, still bare, observing her stunning form.

"A young girl like you shouldn't drink that." She flicked the cap open and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

"I'm not just a girl." Y/N took a sip, scrunching her face with the taste. "I'm a woman." She said, placing a kiss to my lips.

"As long as you promise to always be my girl." I kissed her deeply. Before I could do more, she pulled away, glancing at the record player on my desk, that softly hummed a tune from the fifties that just added to our loving atmosphere.

"Can I change the song?"

"Of course."

She ran her hand through my records and picked one without allowing me to see it. I sighed, having a perfect view of her back, as she bent down to place the needle on the right track.

*Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon - Urge Overkill*

Girl

I chuckled, immediately recognising the song. Her hips rocked from side to side in sync with the rhythm.

You'll be a woman soon.

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She mouthed the words, swaying seductively and staring into my eyes. I watched in awe as she walked to the other side of the bed, crawling on top of it. Y/N positioned herself in between my legs, making her way up to me. Her mouth hovered over mine and she swerved when I tried to kiss her, chuckling at my frustrated groan. Until I took a hold of her and spun her body around, pinning her down to the mattress, a devious smile on my face. She gasped out of surprise but soon was giggling as I placed quick pecks along her collarbone and neck. It's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. Everytime I listen to her laughter I just want for it to never cease. Well, that is unless I feel like replacing it with her moans and whimpers of my name. Oh what lovely sounds she makes.

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A/N: It’s been sooooo long since I last posted, but I have all these fics siting on a google docs so I figured they should be allowed to see the light of day :)

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missetbilu · 1 year

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HER*

remus lupin x fem!reader, smut

remus had spent more time than he would like to admit thinking about you. never had he believed his fantasies would come true.

warnings: slightly nsfw, mentions of sex; reader is of age!

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WORK!

We make love to each other on Saturday nights. It's our thing now. The school is much more calm, there are no classes to attend to, no one to interrupt us. However, it first started on a Friday.

By the end of the class the students were leaving, but Y/N was behind. As messy as she had been during the lecture, it was no surprise she was having a hard time stuffing her belongings into a bag.

"Do you need any help, Miss Y/L/N?" I offered, even though I wanted for her to struggle a little longer, just so I could watch her.

"Oh, it's okay." She chuckled, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry to be taking your time, I'm sure you just want to lock the classroom and head to your quarters."

"No need to apologise." I walked over to the girl as she placed one last item in her bag.

"I think this was all." She pulled it to her shoulder, but before she could leave I pointed out a quill on the floor.

"Is that not yours?"

"Yes! It is." She let out another nervous chuckle and I allowed myself to believe she was flustered because she felt attracted to me.

"Thank you, professor."

And there she was. I blinked a few times before responding to her joyful "hello", scared it might be just my imagination running too wild.

"Hello." I said, eyeing her up and down. Y/N was still in her uniform and she held a book to her chest.

"Professor..." She seemed nervous. Even more than previously. "I think I might need some help with this paper you assigned us..."

"For next week? The one on Goblins?"

"Precisely. I'm afraid I didn't quite understand what we need to be writing on them."

"I spoke about this activity last class and gave the instructions once again today, miss Y/L/N."

"I know, I'm sorry, professor, I suppose I wasn't paying as much attention as I should." She almost whined giving her response.

"Please do."

Y/N had my shirt on as she walked up to the trunk by the end of my bed.

"A young girl like you shouldn't drink that." She flicked the cap open and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

"I'm not just a girl." Y/N took a sip, scrunching her face with the taste. "I'm a woman." She said, placing a kiss to my lips.

"Can I change the song?"

"Of course."

She ran her hand through my records and picked one without allowing me to see it. I sighed, having a perfect view of her back, as she bent down to place the needle on the right track.

*Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon - Urge Overkill*

Girl

I chuckled, immediately recognising the song. Her hips rocked from side to side in sync with the rhythm.

You'll be a woman soon.

[...]

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A/N: It’s been sooooo long since I last posted, but I have all these fics siting on a google docs so I figured they should be allowed to see the light of day :)

#remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader #harry potter smut #marauders smut #fifi-writes

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missetbilu · 1 year

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Fred’s favorite days are when Y/N L/N stays at the burrow. The Weasley family was quick to fall under her spell and Fred could not be more delighted.

Due to the wedding, his mother didn’t blink an eye when he suggested that Y/N stay in his and George’s room. And his brothers new obsession with Hermione Granger, pulled all of Mom’s attention on keeping them apart.

“Fred,” Y/N moans. Her lips part his for the slightest second. He gropes every curve and secures her lips to his. Ever so gently, her teeth snags his lower lip. Groaning, Fred wraps his hand in her hair and tugs.

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Mouth now free he trails nips down her neck. “George will come in any minute. Ahh,” slick wets his hand. “Sorry,” she sobs. “Fred!” His strong arms free themselves and wrap around her middle. She jumps without prompt. Her hot core landing directly atop his clothed arousal.

Slamming his lips to hers, their teeth knock together in a sloppy kiss. “What. Did. You. Say.” Y/N gulps. A hand hooked at her bottom steadies her and her legs tighten around him when his hand trails along her cheek and to her neck.

She knew her mistake as soon as someone else’s name left her lips. Even if it was a fair warning, Fred has made it abundantly clear that only his name should slip between her lips in times like this.

“Fred, I’m so sorry.” His fingers flex under her chin. Spreading out they grip her neck. His hips rut forward, over and over again. “FRED!” Her cries are muffled. Their bodies fall backwards on to the bed.

“Go ahead, bunny. Plead.” Hand still securely at her neck, his eyes flicker down to her core. Her eyes role back in her head as he bucks his hips into her.

Red hair flutters across her stomach. Ever the impatient one, Fred nuzzles his way under her shirt. Nipping at the undersides of her breast. Bra long forgotten.

Pulling his hips closer to hers, she rotates her waist. His arousal massaging just the right spot. His hips continue their pace but his focus shifts to sucking her buds, eliciting a delightful moan from both of them.

Once he has given equal attention to both, Fred emerges from her shirt. Sitting up he stares down in wonder at the enchanting witch.

“Off.”

Y/n quickly obeys. Her shirt is pulled off in one swift motion. Fred’s goes too. Moving down he pulls off her skirt and lace underwear. Thumb trailing carefully around his favorite flower.

Bending down he takes a quick swipe along the petals. A taste. Tongue flicking at the delicate nub. Her hips already bucking towards the sky.

Unbuttoning his trousers he frees himself. “Fred, I need you.” Her worries long dissipated. Fred takes care to kind kids way up her body. One hand stopping to carefully massage her sensitive nub.

“How sweet you are bunny,” Fred licks her round breasts. Thumb flicking and then rotating with a greater pressure.

“Bunny?” Fred smirks. The tip of his length nudges at her folds. He feels her walls clench on nothing. “YES!” She leans up on her elbows. Legs stretched on wide. Knees rise higher.

Fred slides in. Her warmth encasing him. “Oh,” Fred’s head falls into the nape of her neck. Then he bottoms out. His balls resting against her soft skin.

Eyes catching hers, he smirks. His hips begin to move. Skin slapping against skin. He pulls her to him in every way possible.

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missetbilu · 2 years

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being alive is great because there are so many different vegetables you can sauté. but then there are also the horrors

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missetbilu · 2 years

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anyone have more kittens that look like old men

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missetbilu · 2 years

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Absolutely lovely

¡ marauders masterlist !

james potter is obsessed with you.

his cock aches as you blabber on and on about whatever mundane topic during phone calls. it aches so much that he has no choice to jerk off to the sound of your voice on the phone. eyes closed, mouth straining to contain his noises of pleasure and a hand wrapped tightly around his length, moving at an unbelievably fast pace until hot cum shoots out of his cock.

his covetous hands wander around the drawer full of your intimates, nothing on his mind but want, want, want. he presses a handful of the clean panties into his nose, inhaling as deeply as he could in hopes of catching even the slightest scent of your cunt. the pieces of fabric are luckier than he ever will be. they get to sit pressed against your cunt, saturated in all your juices and scents of the day. james wishes he could be one of the blessed panties in your drawer.

james balls the jumpers you borrow into a makeshift fleshlight. he fucks them ruthlessly into his mattress. groans, moans and whines fall from his lips as he leaks into the jumper. he cums time and time again. he's always quick to offer you his clothing to keep you warm, knowing that as soon as you return it he will live in his mind, fantasizing about fucking dumb.

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missetbilu · 2 years

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Holyyyyyy shit

FaceTime? | F.W.

MASTERLIST

fandom: Harry Potter

PART I

pairings: Fred Weasley x F!Reader

WARNINGS: LOOOOTS of cursing. like so many bad words bro mb. implied smut but no actual smut

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. Part two will be smutty asf.

A/N:The modern part is that smartphones exist. It’s not necessarily “modern” per se. Hogwarts and the like whole franchise is the same with the same characters and ages but you and Fred are still in school (7th year). And basically this part will be the readers POV but the second will be Fred’s. EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL DORM.

Also, please let me know if I made any mistakes! And duh I’m happy to take requests bcs it motivates me to write more.

gif by me !! (bro istg the things id let him do and say to me. he literally INSULTS angles. angles have no choice but to submit to him.)

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A groan came from the bottom of your lungs as you unclasped your bra and took it off. The best fucking feeling in the world. Such a relief.

Yawning, you looked at the time realizing you stayed up a little too late reading, the clock reading 12:41 AM. As you changed into your pajamas, you set it down, putting it to charge while you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Long days were your favorite. Well, not the day part, just the night when your muscles relax as you’ve already finished all your work and your head hits the pillow.

Spitting out the leftover toothpaste and water from your mouth, you splashed your face with some cold water, reaching to the face towel to dry it and finally go to your bed.

You let out a content sigh as your body hit the mattress, the cold material of the sheets causing a smile creep onto your face. You were definitely getting the best sleep tonight.

There was a sound as you were already drifting off, but you ignored it, trying to quickly fall into a deep sleep so that nothing could bother you anymore.

Until you heard it again.

Your eyes shot open as you realized it was the buzzing of your phone, you only left notifications on for important people, such as your close friends and family or whatnot.

Unplugging it and pulling it close enough to see, but far enough that the low light wouldn’t burn your eyes, you unlocked it only to see a new notification from your messages.

It was Fred.

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F| you awake - 12:53

F| bruh - 12:55

F| wake up i cant sleep - 12:55

F| HEY - 12:56

F| WAJE THE FUCK UO - 12:56

F| .. please - 12:57

F| please ;( - 12:57

You let out a yawn and typed back

You| what do you want - 12:57

F| for you to wake up - 12:57

You| well im awake now so what - 12:57

F| i cant sleep and im bored as hell - 12:58

You| i know your goofy ass did not just wake me up because you cant fucking fall asleep - 12:58

F| hold on, you mean my goofy and FAT AND LUCIOUS ASS, right? - 12:58

You| im going to beat the fucking shit out of you tmr - 12:58

You| and its luscious* 🥱 - 12:58

You| if you actually fuckinf studied basic english you’d probably know how to spell it, but your goofy - not fat and luscious - ass is too busy setting living human beings on fire - 12:59

F| FUCK YOU - 12:59

F| i prank people i dont hurt them 🙄 - 12:59

F| also you misspelled fucking - 12:59

F| also yeah my ass is fat and luscious and all the girls want it - 12:59

F| you just dont wanna say that bcs then that would mean you’ve actually looked at it and i know you’d absolutely hate to admit that ;)) - 1:00

F| also im not the goofy one here anymore, your silly swan looking ass face wants to fight me - 1:00

F| can you believe that shit 😹 - 1:00

F| you actually wanna fight someone who’s like twice your size, the fuck do you think you are -1:01

You| fred if you dont shut the fuck up and go to bed, im telling your mom you had a girl in your room. - 1:01

F| … okay im sorry :( - 1:01

You left him on seen and put your phone back down, turning around in annoyance to cover yourself up and finally fall asleep.

*Buzz*

Letting out a significantly loud groan, you grabbed your phone, ready to tell Fred to “fuck off and suck a dick.”

But your plans changed.

F| hey im really sorry for waking you up and then acting like a douche - 1:03

F| i don’t wanna bother you but do you wanna facetime? - 1:04

F| talking to you is really nice - 1:04

F| thats why i always only text you and no one else, you actually make me feel better - 1:04

F| more at ease ig, enough to help me fall asleep - 1:04

F| come onnnn - 1:04

F| bruh if you dont answer rn im telling cormac you have a big fat crush on him - 1:04

You| fuck you - 1:05

F| i mean… - 1:05

F| if you really want to then i guess i can make an arrangement. - 1:05

Annoyed at his flirtatious mood, you clicked on the FaceTime button and expected him to answer right away but he took a second.

When he picked up, you made an annoyed face at him, him only keeping a straight face but it was enough to make you snort.

You could see him trying to hold back a smile until you made a smolder face and his lips turned upwards into a wide grin.

“You’re so dumb” he said, a small grin still sticking to his face.

“Oh I’m dumb? Says the one who needs his favorite person to fall asleep and can’t spell ‘luscious’.” you scoffed with a chuckle.

“You think you’re my favorite person? Getting cocky are we?” he questioned, his face morphing into that all too familiar competitive smirk.

“Yeah, am I not?” you stated,

His smirk grew wider, more competition in his eyes.

“Yeah, you’re one of my favorites.” he responded.

You chuckled and spoke again, changing the topic before he made you blush.

“What are you doing on Friday? Wanna go to Hogsmead?” you asked.

“Yeah sure, I’ve got a prank to play on Snape so you’ve gotta come with me to that first, you’re my lucky charm.” he said.

“That sounds… Not so platonic, Fred. What are you implying?” you joked.

“Oh, shut up. You know thats not what I meant. You’re just fun to have around.” he scoffed.

“Just fun? You don’t love me?” you made a pouty face at him.

He hesitated for a second.

“…Well when you put it like that…” he said with a silly voice, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. He chuckled.

Laughing for a little bit, you only heard silence from the phone so when your laugh died down, you looked at him. God, you wished you hadn’t.

He had a sweet smile on his face, like he was admiring you. He was on his side with the right side of his face on the pillow squishing it, making him look adorable. Left hand underneath his face, his short orange hair was lightly fanning over his forehead, and it was quite messy, but it made him look… Cute.

…

No.

…

Hot.

His messy hair made him look hot. It always did. You considered yourself one of the luckiest people on the planet for having him be such a close friend of yours. It meant he’d let you touch it.

All the times you’d ruffled it when meeting him in the corridors, all the times you’d play with it while he fell asleep on your lap after studying for so long. (With you, of course. He’d never spend his own time studying.) All the times you just looked at it and admired it and it’s softness, how fluffy it was.

All the times you’d thought about tugging on it while he destroys you from the inside out.

But that would never happen…

So you snapped yourself back into reality and just continued to look at him. He was so beautiful.

So handsome.

You could marry him but you’d melt at the sight of him in a black and white suit for you.

He made your heart sink to your pussy whenever he’d walk up to you after quidditch, sweaty hair, flushed cheeks from the windburn.

Your knees weak whenever he wore just his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and had loosened his tie.

Shaking your head slightly, you watched him through your phone screen, your eyes adjusting enough for you to see the shape of his shoulders.

Fuck. They were so broad.

And his chest, it was like a brick wall. Even if it was covered with a t-shirt, his muscles were on the brink of ripping it.

At this point, you’d had no choice but to think about when you’d hug him, the warmth of having yourself in his arms while your face was stuffed in his chest.

When you used it as a pillow on the weekends as you were having sleep-overs, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Your back being pressed tightly up against it whilst he’s inside you and whispering into your ear how good you were making him feel.

It was getting out of hand how many fantasies you’d made up about him but you couldn’t stop yourself now. You were admiring every last inch of him you could see.

His lips.

Thinking about how they would feel if he was massaging them against yours.

Both the ones on your face and the ones below your belt.

His eyes.

They had a certain sparkle in them. It wasn’t romantic or anything like that.

Though you weren’t sure it was platonic either.

But what you were sure of was that Fred Weasley had a tight hold on you whether he knew it or not.

“So….” you said with a croak in your voice,

“So?” He repeated, the same admirable look in his eyes, that sweet, tooth-rotting smile still on his face. He wanted you to keep talking but it was incredibly difficult when he looked like that.

“Um I was-“ you began but he interrupted you,

“Wait is that that stupid old shirt George got you for Christmas 5th year?” he asked.

You chuckled, “Yeah,”

You stretched your arms out to be able to point the phone at it, looking down at it yourself. It was a white shirt with a little blue cat on the front, and some extremely long joke on the back that ended with “There’s no punchline, but you sure as hell were bored enough to read the back of a stranger’s shirt.”

Swallowing, he spoke again. “Wow, I can’t believe it still fits you.” You both chuckled.

“I mean it’s only been about two years, not like I’ve grown that much since then. Plus, George got it like two sizes too big,” you laughed.

He smiled, “You know, I had the perfect gift for you but I lost it two days before Christmas that year. I think someone stole it and I was so sad that I couldn’t give it to you.”

“Awh. What was it?” you asked.

“I’m not telling you.” He smirked.

“Bruh come on. You lost it so just tell me, it’s not like you’re going to die if you do.”

“Yeah well I don’t want to. If its such a pain in your ass then I’ll tell you this, it was an inside joke from third year.” he told you.

“Wait, lemme think…” you looked up and bit your lip as you tried your hardest to remember all the stupid jokes you made in third year.

“Ah! I know! Was it the time you and I snuck off in the middle of the night and caught Snape reading that really cheesy poem out loud? I forgot what it was about but I remember it was really funny. You wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.” you said

“No, that’s not it. Not even close.” he said.

“I have no idea then.” you said.

He went silent again and just kept looking at you. Smiling.

It made the room really hot. You tried looking elsewhere, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him and his ridiculously good looks.

“Look at me.” he said, taking his hand out from under his face to avoid it falling asleep and getting pins and needles.

When you heard him, it was like a half whisper, his voice was so soft and it sent fireworks all throughout your guts.

As you looked his way, he had a small smirk on him.

Why the fuck does he always have to smirk?

Your face was starting to get hot.

“What” you said.

“Let’s have a staring contest.” he replied.

“That’s dumb.” you stated.

“You’re dumb.” he retorted.

“No, I actually study. You spend all your time making jokes and pranking people and you never study. You always only study with me and I literally do like 80% of the w-“

“Just stop talking” he interrupted and giggled at the argument you were trying to make.

You let out a sigh and looked at him with a disappointed face.

He sighed too but just kept his eyes locked on you. He wouldn’t stop and it was starting to bother you a little bit.

“Damn okay.” you said.

He squirmed in his place, it seemed his room was also starting to get as hot as yours.

Chewing the inside of his bottom lip, his smile slowly began to fade.

You had to start looking around awkwardly.

His eyes seemed to be getting heavy and they kept closing, he’d shoot them back open only to keep fucking eyeing at you.

“If you’re about to fall asleep then we can just talk tomorrow. Unless—you’re sure… you wanna stay on call…?” you spoke.

His eyebrows twitched and he responded, “M-Yeah…” he sighed. His eyes fluttering shut once again.

“You look like you’re on the verge of falling asleep into oblivion, Freddie.” you giggled. He probably didn’t hear you since he was actually already starting to pass out, but he did.

He rolled his eyes back and you took that as a sign that he was actually starting to get pissed off that you kept on talking.

Turning his head to stuff his face in his pillow, he let out a groan that sounded like he had been working out all day.

A small cry came from him that indicated he’d been deprived of something he loved for months, and he still managed to look back at you, but with furrowed eyebrows, hooded, watery eyes, and his mouth slightly agape.

“I-I’m gonna go to bed.” he choked out, stuttering as if he was on the verge of crying.

“Oh, okay, goodnight then, I love you.” you said with a sympathetic smile, he probably had a long day and needed your presence somehow, it seemed that he needed to let a cry out now that you were hanging up.

His face actually got really red and he replied.

“I love you too…” he sighed.

“So much.” he inhaled sharply before closing his eyes tightly, his face scrunching up like he just poured lemon on an open wound.

When he opened his eyes, he sent a small, forced smile your way.

You hung up and hesitantly put your phone down, turning around and covering yourself back up so you could sleep.

Tossing and turning for like five minutes, you turned back around and texted Fred again to ask him if he was okay. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get any sleep if you were worried about him and didn’t know what was wrong.

You| you okay freddie? - 1:31

…

No answer.

You waited for about a minute until you decided to click the FaceTime button again since you wouldn’t wait for him to text back.

He took a second to pick up.

When he did, he was now on his back, holding the phone above his head.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Are you okay, Freddie?” you asked, you knew he liked it when you called him ‘Freddie’ so you did it now just to bring him comfort.

“Uhm…” he licked his lips and looked down towards the end of his bed.

“..Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a long and… stressful day with… uh, grades.” he looked back up at you now, he looked fine and relaxed. A little nervous might you add.

You noticed he wasn’t wearing his shirt anymore and there was a hint of sweat on his forehead.

…

He definitely had a terrible day.

Yeah.

That’s all.

“Erm okay well.. Goodnight then I guess… See you at breakfast.” you tried your best to hide the fact that you were worried sick about him.

He chuckled, “Goodnight then, love.” he sent a big smile at you and it made you feel better, but you hung up as fast as humanly possible so that he wouldn’t notice your nerves.

You were glad that he was okay now.

Throwing your phone on your nightstand for the last time, you finally turned to try and sleep.

But not before turning back around and grabbing your phone again,

You| can i go to your room? - 1:37

———————

There’s a part two coming with Fred’s POV 😻

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146. Peter Parker, reader and the avengers hear him

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

** keep sending requests!!

Warning: handjob, oral sex (male receiving)

Note: To not make things weird, Peter is 18+ in this fic

Muscles sore from training and freshly showered, you marched to Peter's room to see if he was ready to go. You and him were going to meet with Ned and MJ for lunch at the bakery she worked at. The sandwiches were not that great, but she gave you discount on doughnuts.

Not thinking twice, you opened Peter's door - which was unlocked - and walked in. He got out of training before you, so you assumed he was ready.

''Hey, Spider-boy, are you rea-'' You halted in your step, not prepared for the sight in front of you. ''Peter Parker! Were you just...masturbating?'' you asked with a mischievous grin.

Stupid question. What else would he be doing with a hand down his boxers?

Peter's eyes grew wide in surprise, accompanied by a guilty expression washing his face as it filled with color, and quickly retracted his hand. ''No! Eh..no, I was just-''

He raked his brain to find an escape door, a good enough lie that would get him out of this embarrassing situation he just got caught in. Alas, there was no way out. You had clearly seen his hand down his boxers when you walked in and the tent in them was painfully obvious.

Your eyes raked over Peter's body, his naked chest showing his defined muscles, still swollen from his recent workout. His training shorts were on the floor next to his towel and his hair were damp, meaning he had showered already.

''This is your fault,'' Peter accused.

''My fault?'' you repeated with a short laugh. ''How? Do you jerk off to the thought of me?''

Peter groaned. Why did he always say the wrong thing when he's nervous? ''No! That's not what I meant- In the gym. You were training in that sports bra and those tight shorts and...yeah. I didn't mean to look at you like that because that's just weird, but then we did ropes together and you were right in front of me and your tits were bouncing in your sports bra and- and I tried not to look because I knew what would happen, but-''

Your grin widened, turning into a smug smile. You decided to push your teasing. ''So you were jerking off to the thought of me?''

''No!'' Peter sighed, admitting defeat. ''Ugh, maybe I was. This is so embarrassing...''

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, flickering your eyes to meet Peter's. ''Want some help?''

He took a moment to study your face, analyzing to see if you were serious or joking. He almost pinched himself and see if he was dreaming. There was no other reasons why you’d offer your help for his...sexual relief.

With one shy nod from Peter, you closed the door and stepped toward the bed. Hearing you approaching, he scooted back to make room for you. Peter would never say, but he'd been wishing for that since the day he met you in the lobby.

''Too bad I don't have my sports bra on anymore,'' you teased, laughing as you climbed on the bed.

Peter covered his face, laughing at himself. He should've never told you that. Now you were going to hold it against him.

His laughter stopped abruptly when your hand touched his chest’s smooth skin and slid down his toned abs, the muscles flexing under your touch. Peter uncovered his eyes and held his breath, knowing what the next step was.

The sexual tension between Peter and you was nothing new. On patrol, you’d sometimes sneak on him and purposely move your body close to his, just to tease him. It was sort of a game to you. It took a few weeks for Peter to play too.

Nothing ever happened other than the on-going teasing game in your superhero suits, but it was going to change in a second.

You laid your hand flat against him, feeling his erection through the thin, strained grey fabric, touching him for the very first time. Peter bucked his hips at the contact. He did it again as you rubbed the heel of your palm down his length, his body asking - begging - for more.

You removed your hand, making Peter whine, and reached into his boxers to free him. A smirk flickered across your lips, secretly wishing you had more time - or, time for more.

You gave his whole dick a slow stroke and Peter shuddered. His eyes fluttered shut, pleasure filling his body.

''Quit teasing, Y/N.''

You giggled and gave a slow stroke again, just to annoy him. Peter reached out to pinch your leg, making you giggle more. Seriousness was not your thing.

He was panting as you kept stroking him at a faster pace, his chest heaving. Your lips twisted into a smug smile, knowing you put him in this state. You felt a tightening feeling in your core.

His sounds of pleasure grew louder and louder - and shorter -, until he reached his orgasm and spilled.

You reached over to the bedside table for a tissue to wipe your hand while Peter laid on his back, his breathing heavy and chest rising up and down, recovering from his orgasm.

''Why are you so damn loud?'' The innocent looking ones are always the loudest in bed. ''Everyone is in the lounge.''

''The lounge?'' Peter repeated, looking at you through his lashed, too worn out to move. The lounge was right down the hallway, meaning whoever was in the lounge must've heard some echoes of pleasure coming from here. He groaned embarrassingly. ''You did not mention that to me.''

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missetbilu · 2 years

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Thank you for including my fic here! I’m so flattered 😭 this made me want to go back to my long forgotten wips lol

Fic Recs (Harry Potter Edition)

Hey babesss!! Turns out I'm alivee and I'm slowly but surely working on chapter 4 of Teaching to Love Again (previously currently untitled single dad! bucky series) as well as some other one shots but if anyone has any requests, id love to see them!! I wanted to share my favorite series/ one shots while I work on my own, please show some love to these amazing writers!

Marvel Fic Recs One Two Harry Potter Fic Recs One

Raising Harry Blurb by @ddejavvu

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Request: “🥧remus x potter!fem!reader raising harry together throughout the years (sent the last one with wrong emoji)” -Anon

To Be Loved by You by @iliveiloveiwrite

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader Request: “Salut!!!! I really love your writing!!!! I love your writing soooooo much!!! Please could you do a Cedric X Hufflepuff reader one where they have been best friends for a very long time and after the third Triwizard tournament task she thinks he’s dead but Madame Pomfrey heals him and he admits his feelings by accident.” -Anon

His #1 Best Friend by @destourtereaux

Pairing: James Potter x Reader Summary: “james convinces you to fake date him in an attempt to make lily jealous. need i say more?”

Heartbeat (Part 2) by @wreckofawriter

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Summary: “This is based off ‘Points Scored’ on my fanfic vote. Sirius and others play a game to see who can sleep with reader first.”

Journal by @swellwriting

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Request: “Can you do a imagine where the reader is super calm and innocent (like more innocent and calm than Luna) and remus has a big crush on her and he find her crying so hard bc some people take her favorite book about fairies or angels and Remus protect her something like that, I need this so much” -Anon

“So Bloody Hot” by @ddejavvu

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Request: “reader being witty and sarcastic when talking to sirius and he can't help but murmur, 'she's so hot'” -Anon

Penmanship by @sleepy-kody

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader Request: “Okay so listen honey. A cedric diggory imagine where he constantly gets love letters every now and then from a secret admirer aka the reader. Not so secret though because she has the prettiest handwriting ever and it was very obvious. One day, Cedric like asks for her notes because he needed it??? She mindlessly gave it away because that’s her long-time crush okay- and then after, Cedric gives it back and says she has a beautiful penmanship and reader just blushes, thinking about what she had done and- Gdjshdhxbhshgs so she tried like avoiding him because embarrassing really wow and then some days after, Cedric asks her what was the answer. She was like???? Was there a question????? Ced was like look at your notes???? And tHEN SHE RUMMAGES THROUGH HER NOTES AND SAW CEDRIC’S LETTER ASKING HER OUT.I’ve always been that freak in class with a pretty handwriting 😭 - 💐” -Anon

Pencil Sketches by @wreckofawriter

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader Summary: “You start receiving sketches of yourself and find out who the artist is in a very surprising way.”

Spiderman!James by @ddejavvu

Pairing: Spiderman!James Potter x Reader Request: “james as spiderman…. i can’t breathe” -Anon

Pomegranates by @scandalous-chaos

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Adopted!Potter!Reader Summary: “fake dating takes a whole new meaning when the two of you realize you’d rather have it be real.”

A Little Help by @missetbilu (18+ Only)

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader Summary: “you walk in on cedric trying to discover the egg’s clue and he asks for help. how could you deny it, this is what friends are for, right?”

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