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christmas, sisters and crushes | harry potter

synopsis | a minor slip-up of expressions led to a storytime on that one time you had a small crush on a certain redhead dragonologist.

➵ pairing | platonic!(?) charlie weasley x reader.

➵ fandom | harry potter.

➵ warning | profanities. non-canon compilant. slytherin!tonks!reader. (let's pretend that the weasleys and the blacks aren't related) your nickname is stargirl (since i don't use y/n) flashbacks are in italics.

➵ author's note | hi!! welcome to my blog! this is my first ever work to ever get posted and i really hope you like my completely self-indulgent story. happy reading:) - jj

ps. this post is dedicated to my good friend @xxmarcxline @edmundstxrch - thank you for being my ispiration and just being an amazing person<33 (please go check out her blog!! her works are literally incredible!!)

12 Grimmauld Place was crowded with humans, cats and owls.

You were sitting cross-legged on the sofa by the fireplace in the drawing room, knitting two pairs of matching gloves for you and your sister; one in her favourite colour, and one in your, whilst quietly humming along to some muggle Christmas carol that’s playing on the radio.

Ever since Remus taught you how to knit, you’ve been doing it non-stop, knitting hats, scarves, gloves—which is what you’re making at the moment— you even started practising on knitting a sweater. it became a sort of hobby of yours

You were so preoccupied with your knitting that you jumped when your sister plopped herself on the sofa next to you, “Dora!” you chastise, “You scared me.” She gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, sis.” 

She looked toward the bundles of yarn on your lap and asked curiously. “What are you making?” Without taking your eyes off your project, you answered. “Gloves.” Her head tilted in confusion, her hair briefly turning into a shade of orange, “Gloves?” she repeated. You hummed in response. “Whatever for?” your sister asked again, you absentmindedly replied, “For when it’s cold. I have one pair for you and one for me,” you gestured towards the bundle of yarn in your lap, “that’s why one of them is in your favourite colour and the other one is mine, see?” you lifted up the half-done gloves to prove your point. 

“Aww,” Dora pouted. Giving you a side hug; purple streaks started to show on her bright pink hair. “have I ever told you that you’re my favourite sister?” Your brows furrowed, briefly stopping your knitting, you looked towards your sister, “I’m your only sister, Nymphie.” you pointed out. She grinned. “Exactly.” You rolled your eyes fondly. 

After a few moments later, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermoine entered the drawing room; the youngest Weasley sat down next to your sister, Hermoine and Harry sat down on the floor and the twins loomed behind you, Fred sat on the arm of the sofa you were sitting on, while George leaned on the back of it, leaning towards you. 

“Hello, little one.” crooned Fred from where he was sitting. You replied without missing a beat, “Hello, my favourite carrot.”  which earned a perfectly synchronised ‘Oi!’ from the other three redheads in the room. “Hear that, Georgie? I’m her favourite carrot?” Fred said smugly. The four Weasleys, Harry and Hermoine shared a laugh.

You felt a smirk tugging at the corner of your lip at his words, the same time Dora let out snicker. The two of you shared a not-so-subtle knowing look, something the young Weaselette didn’t miss, both suspicious and intrigued, she asked, “I saw that, tell me.” her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

You and Dora let out an incredulous laugh, “What?” you asked at the same time. “I know that look! You have tea or whatever the muggles called it.” Ginny huffed.

You, Dora and Hermoine burst out laughing at her last statement. Even Harry let out a snort while the redheads looked extremely confused. “Gin, who told you about that?” you asked in between your laughs.

“Dean did,” she answered. “But whatever, tell me.” she dragged out that last part. “Sorry, Ginevra.” you hissed. “That’s classified information.” She groaned, “Please?” she pouted, looking towards Dora for help, however, her attempt at puppy eyes remained to be fruitless as your sister said “Sorry, Ginny.” she glanced towards you. “But that’s not my story to tell.”

By now, the others are looking at you as well; thoroughly interested.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, fine,” you caved in. The others cheered theatrically, you rolled your eyes, unamused. “Okay, so, Fred, George,” you looked towards the twins who had moved to sit on the floor—and had conjured some snacks, you quirked a brow as if to say 'Really?' “What? It’s storytime.” George shrugged; popping a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean in his mouth, grimacing at the foul taste. “Sorry, please continue, love.” grinned Fred. “Anyway, Fred, George, do you remember what I said when we first met and you introduced yourselves?” 

“Hello, Miss Tonks. I’m Fred-” one of the twins said.

“-and I’m George-” said the other twin.

“-Weasley.” they chorused.

You looked at them in amazement before saying, “So you’re Fred,” you pointed towards ‘George’ “and you’re George?” you pointed towards ‘Fred’ you smirked, having caught on the mischief glinting in their eyes.

Their eyes widened, “How did you-” Fred (the real Fred) asked, bewildered.

“I just know.” you shrugged. “Although- did you say ‘Weasley’?” They nodded. “I knew I recognised that hair colour anywhere.” you muttered under your breath. “Sorry? Didn’t catch that.” said George. You shook your head “Oh, nothing,” Though, just to be sure, you asked them, “Are you related to Charlie Weasley by any chance?” They nodded again. “Oh, yeah, he’s our brother.”  Fred answered. “He’s in seventh year though.” added George. “My sister is in her seventh year as well.” you smiled. “Who is your sister, by the way?” they asked. “Oh! My sister is Nymphadora Tonks- you probably know her.” you told them.

“Yeah, you asked us if we were related to Charlie.” said Fred, recalling the first day of his second year. Dora laughed, “That's the first thing you noticed when they said 'Weasley'?”

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, “Well, I had to make sure.” you defended. “Is there any other wizarding family called 'Weasley' except for us?” asked Ron incredulously. “Shut it, I was eleven at the time.” you frowned. “Anyway,” you emphasised, meeting their eyes. “I asked you that because Dora was best friends with Charlie and he often visited us in the summer. So when you said that you were a Weasley, my mind automatically goes to Charlie.” you explained. Dora raised her hand slightly, “Objection, we still are best friends,” You gave her a look, “Yeah, but you don’t see each other as often anymore,” you told her.

“So, like I said, Charlie was at our house often since their fourth year,” you nodded at your sister. “And- oh dear-” you laughed slightly, avoiding the redheads’ gaze  “keep in mind that this was like years ago-” you remind them. “I may or may not have had an itty-bitty, tiny, small, little crush on him when I was nine.” you confessed; taking both of the half-made gloves and pressing it to your face in a poor attempt to cover your blushing face.

The room went deadly quiet, sans your sister’s sniggers—which are not exactly quiet, she looked like she was on the verge of cackling—whilst the siblings of your said crush had their jaws on the floor, you wouldn’t be surprised if they’d accidentally swallow a fly.

Surprisingly; Hermoine was the one to break the silence, “Well, I’m not surprised.” she shrugged nonchalantly. Her statement seems to break the siblings out of their trance. “WHAT?” Four voices boomed all at once. Ron gaped at her in disbelief while Hermoine looked unbothered. “What? I see it.” You hastily uncovered your face, clapping, you exclaimed, “Right?!” realising what you’ve just done, you clapped your hand on your mouth.

For a moment, the room went quiet once more. Dora, who was trying very hard to conceal her laugh, lost the battle and cackled–actually cackled, she almost sounded like your deranged aunt Bellatrix. Hermoine had wheezed upon your reaction and Harry—who had been listening quietly from the sidelines, deeply amused—chortled, his glasses nearly fell off his face. You, on the other hand, stared at them with a deadpan expression. “Well, I’m glad that you find this very amusing.” you said, your tone laced with sarcasm. “But, as I said: It was a long time ago.” Ron, Ginny and the twins gave you an ‘I’m not convinced’ look. You sighed, “Seriously- heh, siriusly- it wasn’t even that big of a crush,  I don’t think you could even call it crush- it’s barely a crush at all actually.”

Your sister snorted at your last statement. “Hah, ‘barely a crush’ she says.” she muttered under her breath, though you had caught what she said. You knew exactly what she was thinking and you widen your eyes at her as if to say ‘Don’t’ however, she only flashed you a cheeky grin, “Wanna tell them the other thing, or should I?” She nudged your shoulder. And you swore you heard Fred mutter “Merlin, what else?” and you almost laughed if you weren’t so nervous. Sighing defeatedly, you slumped on your seat before lazily muttering “You tell them.” to your sister.

The pink haired witch chuckled at the memory before resuming the story “Charlie used to read her books about dragons, but instead of paying attention to what he was saying, she simply gawked at him.” The whole room echoed with laughter. “And whenever he glanced at me, I just pretended like I paid attention.” you continued with a chortle.

“... and the Antipodean Opaleye is a dragon breed native to New Zealand and they’re quite beautiful, See?” he pointed at the picture in the book. “their scales has a pearly shimmer to them. They’re very beautiful.” You gazed at him, captivated. “You’re beautiful.” you whispered. Fortunately for you; he barely heard what you said, “Hm? What did you say?” he asked, looking you in the eye. Your eyes widened, you cleared your throat, “Uh- What? I said ‘yeah’ uh-” you spluttered, clearing your throat once more, “I mean, yeah, they’re beautiful.” your voice sounds steady this time. At your agreement he grinned at you and you thought ‘Merlin, he’s so pretty.”

“There was also a time when I would get so excited when Dora said that he’d be coming over…”

It was dinnertime,you and your family were enjoying your dinner when in the middle of a conversation, your sister informed, “Charlie’s gonna be here tomorrow.” You paused mid-bite, “Charlie?” you asked through a mouthful of food. Your mother shot you a disapproving look, she said your name, “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” she scolded. You smiled at her sheepishly. Slowly swallowing your food, you repeated, “Charlie’s gonna be tomorrow?” Dora smiled at you knowingly, “Yeah” she answered simply, wiggling her brows teasingly. You went back to eating your food, a giddy smile was plastered on your face.

“There was also that one time where he gave me a present for my birthday…”

“Hey, Stargirl.” he greeted you—with that damn smile. He was holding a box in his hand. “Hey, Cha.” you smiled at him, “What’ve you got there?” you asked, nodding towards the purple box in his hands. He grinned in response, extending the box towards you, “Happy Birthday!” You stared at him with a confused smile, “How did you know today’s my birthday?” you asked, though you had a pretty good guess. “Tonks told me.” ‘Why do you make it so easy?’ you thought. “I never told  you,” you smirked. “The other Tonks.” he corrected. “I truly doubt that my father told you.”

“Your sister ‘Tonks’.” he corrected again. “Oh, Dora!” you gasped dramatically. “Why didn’t you just say?” shaking your head in feigned surprise. “Yes, Yes, I’m funny, I know.” he rolled his eyes. “Open it.” he urged. You did as he said; pulling on the white ribbon and removing the lid of the box—

You gasped, your head snapping towards him. “You didn’t.” you gaped. “Oh, yes, dear stargirl. I did.” he nodded dramatically, seemingly very proud of himself. 

Unable to contain yourself, you tackled him in a bear-hug. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” you whispered in his ear over and over. He chuckled, hugging you equally as tight. “You're welcome.”

He had gotten you a dragon stuffed animal in your favourite colour.

“How did you know this was my favourite colour?” you asked after you pulled away. “Tonks told me.” He realised his mistake when you grinned at him mischievously, “Which one?

He groaned. 

You cackled.

“I still have it actually.” you said, referring to the little stuffed dragon that you loved dearly.

When you finished the story, Ginny questioned. “Why Charlie?” 

You blinked, wondering if you’d heard her correctly. “‘Why Charlie?’” you repeated, “He’s a fine-arse looking specimen. He’s really tall. He plays Quidditch-” you were cut off by the twins, “Um, we play Quidditch.” they pointed at themselves, mildly offended. You waved them off, “He was a fucking Quidditch Captain for Salazar’s sake!” you exclaimed. “And he’s just so kind, and pretty, and handsome, and tall, and has an amazing smile, and he’s so cool and now he’s a Dragonologist? Are you bloody joking?” you rambled on breathlessly.

“Yeah, I don’t think she’s over it.” Fred whispered to George; the latter nodding in agreement. “Not one bit.”

“...and you’re sure you don’t have a crush- barely-crush on him anymore?” Ginny asked, correcting herself at the glare you gave her. 

You shook your head. “No, not anymore.” 

“Not even a little?”

“Nope.”

“You’re absolutely sure?” Harry interjected. 

“Yes, a thousand- no, one million percent, actually.” you stated stubbornly.

Truthfully, you didn’t know if you were trying to convince them or yourself. Because if you were being completely honest, you hadn’t stopped thinking about him once since he left for Romania.

You were snapped out of your train of thoughts when there was a knock on the door. It was Remus. “Dinner’s ready,” he smiled, and as he was about to leave, he paused, “And there’s someone downstairs who wants to see you.” you could have sworn that his eyes were fixed on you when he said that, though he hadn’t specifically addressed you.

Ron’s stomach grumbled, “Oh, thank Merlin, I’m starving.” he said. You shared a laugh at his antics as you all exited the drawing room and went downstairs. Dora threw an arm over your shoulders, “Are you absolutely sure?” she asked once more with a teasing tone. “Salazar, yes.” you groaned exasperatedly. She nodded. “Okay.” 

When you entered the dining room, your eyes met a pair of gorgeous brown ones.

“Hey, Stargirl.” he smiled.

Oh, Motherfu–

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Simon Riley was a man who hardly praised anyone. As a man of few words, a simple nod was all he’d give to anyone who managed to impress him.

At first, you were no different. Even when it came to sex, the most you’d ever get from Simon was a soft smile, or the occasional grunt and groan that he let fall from his lips.

That was, until one night, when Simon was balls deep inside of you, a simple “good girl” escaped from his lips. He didn’t miss the way your pussy tightened around him, the soft mewl that fell from your pretty little lips at his words.

“You like that, huh? You like being called a good girl?” Simon teased, stilling his cock inside of you. He watched with a grin as your eyes fluttered open, your bottom lip pouting out slightly.

“Simon.” You begged, tightening your hold on his shoulders. “Please.”

“You do, don’t you?” Simon cooed, sliding his cock out of you painstakingly slow. “Are you my good girl?”

You gave a lazy nod, causing your lover to chuckle softly. You felt a kiss pressed to your temple, as Simon’s cock rammed back into your tight hole once more.

“My good fucking girl, always taking me so well.” Simon chanted, relishing in the way your walls squeezed around him yet again. “This pretty little cunt was made just for me.”

It was as if that night had awoken something within him, and the soft praises continued to fall from his lips from then on. Simon found that he fucking loved to praise you, his pretty girl.

After all, you were his good girl, and you deserved to be treated as such.

[rae-pottah]

Okay, so I'm gonna ask a few people for this in hopes one of them does it

But I need a theodore nott x hufflepuff!cat animagus!reader

Thanks if you do it!!

Hey @rae-pottah thanks for the request, and I made the reader female, (seeing Animagus cat my mind went to Mcgonnagal so...) sorry it's a bit late. I'll upload part 2 soon!

Cat eyes - Part 1

In your 4th year you decided to carry on the tradition of every girl in your family becoming an animagus. Your mom was a Squirrel your grandmom was a deer and your great grandmom was an eagle. You decided your animal to be a cat, your family was proud of you for completing the transformation. Every Friday and Saturday night you went out for a stroll in the ground just enjoying the peace. You didn’t tell your friends because you just wanted to keep this secret to yourself.

One day Professor Sprout decided to change you seats in herbology ,you wanted to sit with Susan but as Professor decided a Slytherin with a Hufflepuff you had to sit with Theodore Nott. You weren’t upset about this because you had talked to Theodore before and he was friendly enough

“Morning Y/n “he greeted you with a small smile.

“Good Morning Theodore “ you smiled back

“Theo “ he said

“ What ? “ you asked confused

“ Call me Theo” he voiced

“Ok Theo” you said testing it out.

Theo loved how his name rolled of your lips like you had been saying it forever.

You two worked in perfect harmony with small talk here and there.

For the next few weeks you guys kept working together. One fateful week Professor Sprout gave the students a group project.

“ Do you want to meet in the library to start working on the project “ asked Theo while packing up his stuff.

“Sure , what time “ you answered

“ What about today 5pm ?” he questioned

“See you there Nott” you said

“Theo !” he exclaimed

“Sorry! “ you said as you were walking out.

You both met at 5 in the library working in silence for a while but soon you both got onto more interesting topics and talked in yourselves getting very less work done. This continued for a few weeks till you were done with the project. Thankfully it was a Friday and you needed to take a walk in peace, you needed to figure out just what had happened to your mind because as soon as you got close to Theo you couldn’t stop smiling.

As soon as it was midnight you went for your usual stroll. Roaming around you saw Theo leaning against a wall with a cigar in his hand looking out of the window in deep thought. To you he looked amazing, so you went near him a rubbed against his ankles. Theo looked down at you eyes softening as he took you in. He picked up cooing at you.

“where did you come from ?” “ youre so adorable!”

He kept petting you while gazing outside. Suddenly he looked at you and said.

“You know your eyes remind me a lot of one of my friends, even though I desperately wish we were more, she's so beautiful and intelligent, I just want to kiss her when she's sarcastic toward me and I don't know why” You were gob smacked, the Theodore Nott returned your affections?

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Honestly gonna be my new line when I walk in a bar.

Soulless Smut - Sam Winchester

Title: Soulless smut - Sam Winchester

Words: 2,388

Relations: Soulless Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: SMUT! Slightly Dom Sam, Sub Reader. BJ

Requested: @angelofdarkness69

I sulked into the seat at the bar. I'm not usually the type to drink but today, right now I am! 

"Double vodka and coke, keep them coming until I can't say thank you anymore," I instructed handing over my card. He took my card and nodded. A chuckle passed his lips as he walked away. He came back with my card and first drink. I nodded in appreciation. "Thank you," I said clearly making him chuckle. There weren't many in the bar so the bartender stayed close to me. 

"Rough day?" He asked making me sigh as I took a large gulp. 

"Rough week," I commented between gulps making him push air through his teeth like he knew the feeling. 

A few drinks later, a few songs later, a few dart games later and a few pool games later, the bar was full and loaded. I was the only woman but everyone seemed happy about it. Everyone was cheering me on no matter what I did. They even cheered for me when I came out of the bathroom. I would be lying if I said that I didn't like the attention. I sat at the bar and the bartender laughed at me. 

"Can you still say thank you?" He asked making me laugh. 

"I can probably say in different languages at this point. Another please kind sir," I commented making him laugh at my drunken state. He nodded and went to make my drink. 

"So are you the only woman in this town?" A guy beside me asked. I looked at him and chuckled. He's very attractive and about a thousand times more handsome than anyone else in town. 

"The only one worth looking at," I joked making him chuckle but his expression was cold. Something about it made my spin shiver but I liked it. 

"I'd have to say I agree, you do tours?" He asked with a cheeky smirk. 

"Of me or the town?" I asked making him chuckle. I smirked at him. It wasn't long before we both closed our tabs and were walking to the motel he was staying at. 

SMUT!!!!:

He walked me to his motel room, I preferred it as my place is a little messy right now. He opened the room with his key, gesturing for me to go in first as he opened the door. I smiled gratefully as I stepped inside. I approached the closest bed, noticing the two. I turned around to face Sam as he approached me with a smirk. I smirked leaning up as he leaned down to connect our lips. We kissed hastily, hungrily. It's been a while for me so to say I'm eager is an understatement. God, he's so hot.

His large hands gripped my waist, I attached my hands to the back of his hair, pulling him closer to me before I started walking backwards. He smirked as he slowly guided me to lie down on the bed, hovering over me as he followed. I bit his bottom lip as he groaned, clearly a fan of it. I smiled knowing this could be fun.

My hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, hastily pulling it up. He broke away from the kiss to take it off completely and rushed to reconnect our lips. I moaned softly as his hips pressed into me. He smirked as he grabbed the buttons of my shirt, sloppily trying to undo them quickly. I need it off now. I grabbed the front of my shirt harshly pulling it open. The shirt opened, a few buttons fell off, and the bouncing sounds faded further away from the bed. I chuckled softly as he smiled against my lips. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, keeping my lips on his as he sat up a little. He pried the shirt off my body. He stayed sat up as he moved to my bra.

"I'm taking this off," He commented, his lips not leaving mine. I hummed to show my approval quickly, although I'm pretty sure he wasn't asking for it. He smirked against my lips as I smiled. His tongue entered my mouth, softly fighting mine for dominance. He was easily winning. He unclasped my bra, pulling it off my arms before it was thrown across the room. He lowered me back down, lying me down as he pushed his hips into me. I moaned, my mouth falling open as he pushed his tongue into my mouth to silence me.

I worked on the button and zip on his jeans, prying them open easily and moaning as he bit my bottom lip and pulled back. He got up from the bed, admiring me as he licked his lips. I smirked seeing his built physic. God! He looked at me hungrily as he pulled his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. His erect penis, pressing on his boxers made my mouth water. Thank God he's not tiny, it would be so disappointing. He studied me closely as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the bed with ease. He reached down, grabbing the front of the waistline on my denim shorts, he lifted my whole body with ease. One vein-popping, extremely-muscular hand. I squealed slightly as he lowered me onto the bed, he undid the button with his one hand and began pulling my shorts down. I smirked as I gave him full access to pull them down so he was able to remove them so I was only lying in my thong. I bit my lip as he crawled up to me, his dick pressing on his boxers soon pressed against my thong making me moan, the contact sending excited shivers up my spine.

I rushed to kiss him, passionate and sloppy. He smirked against my lips. His hands found my body, his hand large enough to cup my left breast as his hips pressed into me. His dick pressed between us as I craved we were naked. I anchored my foot onto the bed and started rolling us. He happily complied, lying down and allowing me to straddle him as I kissed him. I grinded my hips into him earning a moan. I smirked as I sat up, my fingers trailing down his chest, he watched intently. Licking his lips as I ventured further down his body. I lifted to snake my fingers into his boxers. His head fell limp as I reached inside, my hand clasping around his hard dick. He moaned at the contact, biting his bottom lip to silence himself. I pumped him a few times before I moved to pull his boxers off, and he happily moved out of them. I took the time to gather spit in my mouth, something he seemed to make water with ease.

I leaned down, taking his dick in my mouth. He groaned happily at my actions. I bobbed my head, taking him in my throat easily as I already craved all of him. I smiled before I could stop myself. His moans fill my ears, singing to me like birds. I continued my pace and rhythm as his groans were a confirmation of his enjoyment. His hand soon found my hair. Bunching it in his hand, I gave him the full ability to face fuck me, something I wasn't confident in but would try for this godly man, he instead guided me to continue with my rhythm. My insides fluttered knowing I was already doing what he wanted.

He seemed to be enjoying the blow job until he sighed and happily pulled my hair to have me look at him. My insides quivered at his roughness. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, the lust shining in my eyes. "Ride me," He instructed. I obliged quickly and was more than happy to. I crawled up to him, my logical brain not kicking in to tell me I was still wearing my thong. Sam didn't see this as an issue as he grabbed it with both hands, ripping the fabric and throwing it aside. My breath fluttered as I had never been so manhandled but I also was not hurt or afraid. If anything it made me more excited, feral almost. He grabbed my hips, lifting me, guiding his cock to my entrance. I bit my lip, anticipation making me internally quiver. He lowered me down onto his cock. I moaned, eyes rolling back as he pushed deep inside me. Gliding in with ease I was wetter than I'd ever been before.

He gripped my hips tightly, lifting again to move me exactly how he wanted me to. I moaned, his cock rhythmically pounding into me. The thing that turned me on the most was that Sam was using me like a sex doll. I didn't know it was a kink until watching his face scrench and relax as he lowered and lifted my hips. I placed a steadying hand on his sculpted chest. Moaning as he rose his hips to meet mine, the tip of his cock hitting my G-spot. I watched as he smirked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, his smirk only making my walls clench around him. He held my hips high. His elbows dug into the bed as he kept me still. My eyebrows barely had time to furrow before his hips bucked to push deep inside me. I practically screamed, the pleasure erupting from me as he continued to use me. To fuck me deep and thorough.

"You're taking my cock so good," He praised his voice practically a purr as he whispered in my ear. I moaned, biting my lip to try to silence myself so I could hear him. "You like taking my cock?" He teased. I hummed a yes, quickly in response. My moans cascaded between us as he smirked. "Now lie down and take it good," He hissed, bitterness in his tone. He practically pushed me aside as he got up. I hurried to lie down, smirking and giddy. He smirked as he noticed my excitement. He lowered himself between my legs, soon lifting my right leg to rest on his shoulder. I gasped, a feral feeling washing over me as he pushed my hips into a new position and angle. He pushed into me, his cock delving deep inside me. Angles and pressure I've not experienced before. I put a hand over my mouth, a feeble attempt to muffle my moans. My eyes closed as they rolled to the back of my head. He chuckled dryly. Grabbing my wrist and moving my hand away from my mouth. Knowing he wanted to hear my moans and didn't care about volume control, I smirked. He smirked at me, holding my wrist as he brought my hand above my head, pressing my wrist into the mattress. I raised my other arm, allowing his large hand to push that wrist into the bed. Completely bound by him.

I bit my lip, his cock pounding into me, feral moans escaping my lips as his rhythm weakened me. I moaned loudly, my voice growing slightly hoarse as my orgasm grew closer. "Fuck, you're such a good girl," I practically screamed as he pushed deep inside me.

My orgasm tightened in my abdomen. He pushed my wrists deeper into the bed, pounding his hips into me with force and precision. His free hand found my throat, squeezing the side to restrict blood flow but I was able to breathe. My moans rolled through my chest. My orgasm panged, but my scream never made it past his hand as my orgasm peaked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my walls clenched around him. He grunted, his pace growing sloppy. "Fuck, I'm going to cum so deep inside you," He groaned, riding out my orgasm until his cum spurted deep inside me. His hand tightened on my neck, air escaping me as he came so hard he fully choked me. It only set my orgasm to last longer. My head grew cloudy as he pushed deep inside me a final time.

He growled as he caught his breath, removing his hand from my neck and holding his weight up with his hands. I gasped for air as he rolled off of me and lay beside me. I lay, starstruck, assessing the sex and it was all amazing, the best I've had and probably the best I'll ever have. We fell asleep naked but I woke up alone.

I sat up to look around and moved my hair a little as I remembered all last night, I couldn't help but giggle. I looked over to the door as it opened and there he was. He smiled at me brightly. 

"Morning, I thought I'd get some things for breakfast. I really fucked it out of you last night," he explained as he set a bag down on the bottom of the bed as the sheets covered me. 

"Sounds great," I added as I sat forward, he smirked. He pulled some things from the bag and placed them on the bed. He had strawberries, sandwiches and chips. I smiled excitedly as I looked at the strawberries, he must have noticed because he opened them and held them out to me. I smiled brightly and took one, I noticed him watching my mouth as I ate it so I purposely bit into it slowly. He looked dazed making me chuckle. He chuckled before moving the bag and taking a seat. We sat eating the strawberries while he recounted his favourite parts of last night.

The strawberries were so sweet it really helped. I couldn't help but giggle but the way I was slowly eating them seemed to taint him. He grinned before moving the sheet aside and kissing me. I had flashes of last night as we kissed and it only made me want him more. 

The opening of the motel door made us stop instantly and look over, I quickly pulled the sheet over me again. A guy walked in and looked dazed. 

"Sorry, I'll-" he quickly turned away before clearing his throat and leaving. Sam didn't seem to react before going back to kissing. 

Last night couldn't have gone any better.

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Hanging By A Moment (Chapter One) - Charlie Weasley

A/N: ahhhhh this is my first Charlie Weasley imagine :D and I decided to make it a mini-series because the request was super cute :) the prompt is not in this chapter but it will definitely be in the following ones

Request - Anonymous asked: Hello! Can I ask for a Charlie Weasley x reader request with prompts: “I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind” “I think I’m in love with you." Where reader is Percy’s best friend but he asks her to pretend to be her girlfriend so his family leaves him alone, but when reader and Charlie met it’s like love at first sight and they get to met each other but reader has to keep pretending to date Percy so Charlie starts to feel bad for liking his brother’s girlfriend, please? The rest is up to you, but with happy ending please 🥺 Thank you!

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Warning: none in this one, only a fake relationship

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D

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Hanging By A Moment

Desperate for changing Starving for truth I’m closer to where I started I’m chasing after you

“Percy Igniatus Weasley!”

“Oh no” Percy muttered under his breath when he heard you approaching his office, only moments before you walked in. You have known Percy Weasley for over a year now since you started working at the Ministry of Magic. Even if you two worked in different departments, the two of you quickly became really close friends. And a couple of months back, you moved in next to him and his boyfriend, Oliver. You knew all about the Weasley family even if Arthur was the only one you had actually met since he also worked at the Ministry. And who had just recently told you how excited he was to have you over at the famous Burrow for the holidays. “Well, hello there, my very best friend in the world. May I just say you look particularly beautiful today-”

“Shove off, Weasley” you glared at him. “Would you care to explain to me why your father just informed me that he is thrilled that me, your girlfriend, will be going to your home for the holidays?”

“Oh, didn’t I mention that to you? My dad has been losing his mind lately, it’s a bit sad, really-”

“Percy!”

“Alright, fine I may have… said that you were my girlfriend” he sighed.

“W-what?”

“To my entire family” he added.

“Excuse me?”

“And so my mum insisted I brought you over for the Holidays” he finished.

“Percy!”

“I’m sorry” he said, getting up from his chair as you kept on glaring at him. “I just wanted to get them off my back! You know that my family can be very… intense and when you met my dad, he mentioned you to my mum and she started asking all these questions and they already knew you were my best friend but then she got so excited about it and all of my brothers started saying stupid things and it just… came out! I just wanted them to shut up! What was I supposed to tell them?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe that I wasn’t your girlfriend? Maybe that you have a boyfriend? I mean, what do you think Oliver would say about this-?”

“He knows and he actually also told his parents that you were his girlfriend-”

“What? Do you two even have any other friends?”

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Contact - Sam Winchester

Title: Contact - Sam Winchester

Words: 780

Relations: Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: pure fluff, swearing.

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“I’m sorry, I’m probably suffocating you.” “No, I don’t mind. If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.”

I approached the motel room, stomping slightly. Taking a deep breath as I walked in.

"What's up with you?" Dean asked judgingly. I groaned as I exhailed, the only sign Dean needed to understand I am not in the mood. He frowned in understand. He stood, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and walked out. Sam chuckled as he shook his head, closing his laptop, placing it on the table in front of him as he gave me his full attention.

I swung the fridge open, I grabbed two beers and approached Sam, he held his hand out to accept a beer but I took a seat keeping both in front of me. He smirked slightly, clearly amused by my behaviours. I took hold of one the beers, placing the underside of the cap on the table top before hitting it. The cap flipping off of the beer, I put the drink to my lips, drinking half of it one go. I stopped to breath, finally making eye contact with Sam as he looked at me expectantly. I opened my mouth to speak but I need more relaxation in my veins. I tipped the beer up again, swirling it softly against my lips as I emptied the contents. I took a deep breath as I placed the empty glass bottle down.

"Some douche hole," I started, Sam smirking at my choice of words. My frustration clearly fumbling my brain. "He started making fun of me, in the parking lot, claiming I couldn't park even though I had just perfectly parallel parked and he was parked over two spots. He started saying 'women shouldn't have licenses' and 'this is why women are less than men,'. Prick," I explained, imitating his voice as I recounted the story. I slammed the new bottle against the table, the cap flying off. I groaned angrily before taking a sip. I was tempted to drink the whole bottle in one gulp but if I finish the beers, Dean will make me go and get more. I'm too angry to be around normal people right now.

"What did you do?" Sam asked, my eyes finally went back to him as I rolled my eyes slightly.

"Walked away, there were too many witnesses." I sighed, a grumbling in my throat as I breathed heavily. Sam chuckled softly, I glared at him, finding no humour in my statement. His face wiped slightly at my clear annoyed expression. "I already flashed my badge and got his address, don't piss me off or I'll frame you," I explained, somewhat coldly. I am furious, I know I am probably projecting it onto Sam but he wasn't smart enough to leave when Dean did. It's his own fault.

He took a deep breath, standing up and approaching me. I watched him confused and unimpressed as he stood beside my chair, his hand held out to me. He rolled his eyes as he recognised that I had no intentions to move. He reached down grabbing my hand, I groaned as he guided me to my feet. I took a sip of my beer before following his hand. I placed my beer down before he pulled me into a hug. I sighed simply accepting the hug, no attempt to hug him back. I don't want to be comforted right now, I'm too angry.

Sam's lucky. He's the only person I wouldn't kill for touching me. Dean is rarely able to get a hug out of me without getting kneed in the balls. Sam, he's too much like a puppy, I couldn't hurt him even though sometimes I consider it. Dean says I have anger issues but within 20 seconds he cowering away apologising and taking it back.

"Will you just hug me," Sam instructed. I sighed, reluctantly hugging him back. He hummed as he hugged me a little tighter, he's clearly smiling. His scent consumed me, his lips connecting with the top of my head instantly calmed me. I melted into his arms. His arms loosened and I recognised he was about to let go. I whined hugging him tighter. He chuckled before hugging back, no intention of pulling away.

"Tighter," I whined.

"You'll suffocate," He chuckled.

"Good, then I'll die happy," I added, the grumpiness in my tone. He nuzzled his head into my shoulder, hugging me tighter. My ribcage tightening, the feeling of safety washing over me. I smiled, closing my eyes to lose myself in the feeling. I hummed happily as I felt his cheeks spread, clearly smiling. I couldn't stay like this forever.

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smut below the cut. mdni, 18+. you know the drill.

So, I know that I promised you guys this scenario ages ago, but work got in the way and… yeah. C’est la vie. Anyway, back to our original thirsting.

This shit is filthy. Enjoy it, you heathens.

You and Aaron had been dating a while at this point, about a year roughly. I feel like after Haley, he wouldn’t immediately jump into sex with a new partner. I feel like it would take some time to really let him find his groove in this relationship, adjust to it, and almost… let the dust settle, so to speak.

By this point in your relationship, you two have had sex a handful of times. You guys don’t breed like jackrabbits (we don’t need to mention Aaron’s breeding kink), but he definitely satisfies your needs. Now, don’t get you wrong, sex with Aaron is fucking amazing. Your man is very generous lover; he even has a rule of a two-orgasm minimum. Aaron will not let you leave the bed before he makes you cum a second time, sometimes a third. However, as much as you love Aaron, you have to admit that he falls into a bit of a pattern when it comes to sex.

When you and Aaron are getting hot and heavy, he is always careful about the way he touches you. You’re his baby, so he would never want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. He is also hyperaware of the fact that he is much bigger than you. I mean, the man is six-two and two-fifty easy. He treats you delicately when he makes love to you, caresses you gently, whispers praises in your ear, and worships every inch of your body like it’s sacred.

You love that Aaron does that for you because it makes you feel beautiful, loved, wanted when he does that. The thing is, he’s this way every time you guys have sex. He is so careful about the way he touches you that it makes you feel like he thinks you can’t handle anything more than that. That is not the case at all.

You love rough sex. Before Aaron, you always made it clear to your partners that they don’t need to be gentle with you in the bedroom, that you prefer it if they weren’t. You lost count of how many times you’ve been spanked, choked, or tied down. And to be honest, you miss the thrill you got from those past experiences. You know that Aaron can’t fix the problem if he doesn’t know there is one, but for some reason, it’s hard to express your kinkier desires to him. He’s different.

So, one random night after a few too many sips of wine, you call Penelope to vent about your current situation. You knew that she would be the best person out of your friends to go to because she’s not afraid to talk about sex. She’s always been very forthcoming with her sexuality. She asks you how you and Aaron are doing, and you tell her that you guys are great, just that you need some advice. You tell her about the conflict that you’re having and ask her what the best way would be to tell Aaron that you want him to rough you up a little bit.

“I just wish that he wouldn’t treat me like I’m made of glass, you know,” you tell her. “I mean, don’t be afraid to slap me and call me cock-hungry whore every once and a while.”

You are so immersed in your conversation with Penelope—which you have on speaker because you were alone and weren’t expecting Aaron back until later—that you didn’t hear Aaron coming home until it was too late. You were in the midst of detailing the things that you would want your boyfriend to do to you, and suddenly, your phone was taken out of your hand. You look up in surprise to see a stony-faced Aaron holding your phone.

“She’ll have to call you back, Garcia,” is all he says before he hangs up.

You give a sheepish smile. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Clearly.” He leans down, bracing his large hands on either side of your head, and he says to you while holding your gaze steady, “Looks like we need to have a talk, little one.”

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I need help finding this post, its a poly marauders x reader and it's like each one of them finishing but not her throughout the day, and they find out they call did it and take care of her, please help me find it lmao

I'm bad at explaining things so if y'all can't find it I get it lol

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Don't Trust A Malfoy (Pt. 4 Final Part)

Fandom: Take a guess (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: they/them pronouns, trauma, bad parenting, (your probably used to both if you're reading this) ( that was a joke don't take offense), events are taken out of order from the story, shitty writing. Some People Live (Lemme know if I missed anything)

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*Y/n's POV*

"Holly shit! Y/N!" I hear Fred yell, right before everything goes black, I feel Draco holding me up and everything is gone

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As I start to regain my consciousness, I can feel a hand in mine

"Have you been here this whole time?" I let out with a dry throat

"Huh- Y/n! MUM! THEY'RE AWAKE!" he raised his head with a smile and a tear running down his face, he shouts through the building

"Hey, stop yelling" I say with my hand on my head "Where is Draco?"

"In his new room, he's explained the situation, even shook hands with the lil' heroic trio, I'm glad you're out of there love" he says seriously, the pet name bringing a blush to my face, suddenly the door is opened and everyone rushed in

"Oh dear, I'm Glad you're okay"

"Y/N!" Draco runs over and hugs me as tight as he can

"Ow" I let out, feeling slight pain still in my muscles

"Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay?" he asks quite worriedly

"I'm just glad we got out, and I'm glad I still have you" I plant a small kiss on the top of his head

"Me too!" he said with a small smile, I see out of the corner of my eye Sirius with a small smile, I know whats running through his head, he wished Regulus was still with us, as do I, one of my favorite Uncles that one, I trade my look to Fred who was looking at me already, like I held up the world, like nothing would matter, so long as I was okay

"I like your eyes" I didn't even know I said it out loud until George piped up

"Ae! We have the same eyes! So what about mine!" Ginny elbow's him in the side, I look at his eyes, but they're more dusty

"Nah, he has brighter eyes" I point at Fred

--later that day--

I had found Sirius sitting at a chair in the main room, all by himself, he'd been going through old pictures

"He didn't blame you, y'know" he snaps his head to me "He looked up to you actually, when he had time he would come around" I walked around the sofa and sat down "He would always talk about the grand adventures you had with your friends... He said he hoped I could have that someday" I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, and see his "Uncle Reggie, he said he was proud to have a brother like you, he would talk you up and I couldn't wait to meet you! Talked about how he knew one day you would fight and defeat Voldemort with the people you loved" I could see the tears streaking down his face as he looked at me in shock "He didn't blame you for leaving" I said confidently, I got up to leave him with his thoughts when all of a sudden I got pulled back by my wrist into a hug I froze, I hugged him back but it was weird, I had only ever hugged my friends, not a father figure

"I will do my absolute best to be the best possible Uncle or whatever you'd like to call me, to you AND Draco both. Thank you for saying that." I hugged him as tight as possible and didn't want to let go

--That night--

I sat on the balcony watching the stars as thoughts of Fred flood my head

"Bit cold, innit?" I hear Fred's voice

"slightly" at that second I feel a jacket wrapped around me "oh- thank you, what about you?"

"Oh- I'll be fine" he nearly stutters out "What you doing out here anyway?"

"Just thinking"

"about?"

"You. Me. Us." I let out anxiously

"Us... that's a frightening topic"

"trust me I know" I wrap his jacket around me tighter

"So, what are you thinking about us?" he asks curiously

"I think I like you... a lot.." I turn to see his sly smile

"I know I like you... a lot" his smirk gets wider

"When did you know?" his smile then gets bashful

"Uh- heh- probably about forth year... right after we pranked you, you had pranked us right back, and- well I fell for you" he suddenly found the stars interesting as well

"Oh?"

"yeh, probably fell in love with you in 6th year, when you told Umbrige to 'Go piss up a rope, Voldy Moldy is back" I look at him with wide eyes

"You're in love with me?"

"I hope that's okay?" he asked worriedly, I quickly put my back against the chair

"I think it is" I let out in a whisper, somehow he heard it and smiled brightly, he takes my hand, and I pull him forward, touching my lips to his, confirming all my suspicions...

I truly do love him

All of a sudden I heard Ron

"MAYBE LOCK IT NEXT TIME DRACO"

"BLEACH, I NEED BLEACH, MY POOR EYES"

"Totally called it, you owe me 2 galleons." I say to Fred, he sighed as he handed me the money

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*Ron's POV*

I needed to talk to Harry, Draco had apologized, but its quite difficult to just up and drop blind hatred

"Oh fuck" I hear Harry's voice, I thought he might have dropped something because I could hear him getting off his bed.. so I walked in

"AAHHHHHHHH, MY EYES" I slapped my hand over my eyes and heard Draco

"Maybe knock next time, Ron" he said sounding almost sorry for me, I ran out of the room screaming back after closing the door

"MAYBE LOCK IT NEXT TIME DRACO"

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Don't Trust a Malfoy (pt. 3)

Fandom: Take a guess (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Y/n = your name

(Y/O/N) = your owl's name

M/n = your middle name

Warnings: they/them pronouns, trauma, bad parenting, (your probably used to both if you're reading this) ( that was a joke don't take offense), events are taken out of order from the story, shitty writing. Some People Live(Lemme know if I missed anything)

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*Y/n's POV*

It had been a few months sense we arrived back at Hogwarts after Mr. Weasley's incident. It was nearly Christmas, otherwise known as the time to go home and enjoy time with family, and give to others.

"What 'you doing for Christmas, Y/n?" Ron had to open his mouth

"Uh probably gonna ask to stay in the castle again this year, they're havin' a Christmas party this year though, so I don't know exactly know how well that's goin' to blow over" I answered sadly

"I wish you could come with us this year" Ginny pipes up, I smile at her fondly

"Me too, Gin, me too"

"I still have to write that permission letter to my parents" I say, exhausted

"Why don't you just stay anyway?" Ron asks

"Oh- hey Y/n don't we have to study for that one test?" Fred asked hurriedly

"oh yeah-" I slowly let out as he packs up my stuff from the table, we walk quickly out of the room, when we get to the library I pull out a piece of parchment and my quill and in perfect cursive

Dear Mother and Father,

I request permission to stay at Hogwarts

this Christmas. I shall await your answer.

Thank you,

Y/n Malfoy

As I sent (Y/O/N) off to the manor, Fred and George start talking, planning pranks and such.

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In the morning I got a letter back, I crumpled the letter as tight as I could and I set it on the table

"Incendio" I whispered and the paper turned to ash

"What's that about now?" George asked

"A not so nice no." I said as I could see tears blurring my vision

" 'm sorry love" Fred whispered

"It's okay, I'll be okay" I wiped my tears and smiled at him as he grabbed my hand under the table

"If you need anythi-" he starts but I cut him off

"I know, I know" I laugh out.

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A few weeks later and we were all home, and as difficult as it was at least they wouldn't treat me like absolute trash in front of people no better nor worse then them

"You will behave" My father says

"Of course, sir" I reply as I bow my head

"Mn, I'll believe it when I see it" he replies

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As the party goes on I see my mother, father, and a family I've only seen a few times before approach me

"Ah yes and this is my child, Y/n." My father introduces me to the family

"This is Taylor, little miracle, Taylor you better get antiquated with Y/n here"

"After all you are to be wed." Their father says

"Excuse me?" I ask with wide eyes, my father with gritted teeth lets out a hiss of

"You are to be wed" his stare could scare my brother and mother but not me

"I will not marry a person I do not know!" I hiss out back at him, quietly for just the six of us to hear

"You must and you will." he slightly raises his voice, the others just standing by, the family with disgusted looks on their faces, my mother's worried

"I WILL NOT MARRY A PERSON I DO NOT KNOW!" I yelled in front of everyone, all now facing us, I ran to my room closing and locking the door. I start pacing the floor, everything happening flooding my mind

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About an hour later

"Y/N M/N MALFOY GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT" I heard my father's voice ring up the stairs, I cautiously stepped down each stair, the path seeming to get longer... quieter. I finally walked infront of them, as they were facing away from the stairs, and met his eye, he was fuming, my mother was pale, scared. My brother was nowhere to be found, assuming in his bed

"You disrespected me... You disobeyed me." he raised his voice but spoke slowly

"Yes. I did. I refuse to marry when I am not in love." my voice matching his voice

"You foolish child" he hissed out "love doesn't exist" he started laughing

"so its true then" I let out, he straightens his face, confused "You may never love anything or anyone" I hear a creak on the stairs, "though you must love The Dark Lord, you seem to be sucking his dick pretty well" uh-oh my father jumps toward me holding my chin in place with his wand to the other side of my face

"How dare y- how dare you associate me with such a sin, such a disgusting behavior, a-" I see Draco standing on the stairs head against the handrail, tears starting down his face.

"IT IS NOT A SIN! NOT DISGUSTING! IT IS LOVE! SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND. NEVER FEEL." I yelled in his face as I see Draco perk up his head with a small smile

"HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO ME, OVER AND OVER! I'M DONE WITH YOU" he lets go of my chin and steps back giving me a millisecond to run, just as I turn my back I hear it

"CRUCIO" a scream rips out of my mouth, I can feel the tears running down my face, it feels like every muscle in my body is being ripped out, like my brain is being smashed to pieces, for a second he looses focus and I have to get up, I move to the stairs only to realize Draco was no longer there, I turned, he was dueling my father with my mother's wand, I now knew I had to act quickly, my mother ran after me as ran up the stairs, I ran faster, I was confused when she ran into Draco's room, I ran into my room, started packing clothes and my wand and opened my owl's cage out the window

"fly to Fred" I ran with my trunk into the hallway to go to Draco's room, the one mistake I would never make, I would never leave him here. I seen my mother in the hallway with his suitcase and large purse filled with something.

"here is his trunk, his wand is in it and clothes, his tooth brush and tooth paste, and I packed extra for you just in case." she rushes out with tears in her eyes and hands me his trunk, I look at her in amazement, but also slightly worried. "oh and this is full of galleons from your father's private stash" she hands me the purse

"But Mom, what if he finds out you helped us, you'll be hurt" I rush out concerned

" um hear this will pinch" I already felt pain unimaginable and was ready to pass out what could hurt more? with drawing a line on my face down my cheek bone a cut appeared

"now go!" she rushed me, we ran back downstairs, she had to act like she was chasing me, I ran and grabbed my beaten up brother who was still fighting by his arm and we ran with our trunks to the fire place, I felt it again, I didn't even hear it this time, too focused on protecting my brother

"CRUCIO" Another scream, louder, still feeling the pain from the last one, I dropped to my knees. I could barely make out my brother grabbing my trunk and purse from my hands, and dragging me the both of us now sharing the pain, the blow lightening a little. With my arm over his shoulder we both limped toward the fire place I grabbed a hand full of floo powder

"Fuck you." I yelled, then whispered the burrow clearly and smashed the floo powder on the ground of the fire place. Green flames enveloped us and with the blink of an eye we were in the burrow and while I wanted to pass out right there there was one more trip to go before I could

"why is it empty, where are the weasley's?" Draco asked worried we were at the wrong place because I was unwell

"they're currently staying at a safe house... with Sirius to keep him company, I just didn't want dad to find Sirius" I let out slowly trying to breathe, blood is still running down my face, I grabbed more floo powder

"12 Grimmauld Place" I try to say clearly, luckly we end up in the right place "Drag me to the kitchen" Draco throws my arm over his shoulders and pulls me to the kitchen door as I point the way as we go closer I start to hear their laughter I push open the door and suddenly everyone is on alert, then they see me

"I didn't know where else to go"

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omgomgomg ok we all know that fred teases and stuff all the time and it’s in every fic ever and a lot of the time he’s like mean (or.. in some cases.. well you know) but i’ve literally never seen him like that.. anyway all that to say can you please do a fic (no smut) where he’s just an absolute sweetie and absolutely so whipped for reader (but like not in a cringe way LMAO)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: She/her pronouns, fluff, golden retriever!fred, established relationship

Summary: You have Fred trained well

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*Y/n's POV*

Soon it will be Christmas, and I will be going home with my boyfriend to meet his family for the first time. It's exciting and scary at the same time, but for now, we live like normal. I had just gotten to breakfast when I realized I was missing my potions text book, we had potions first. I let out a frustrated groan.

"What's wrong m'dear?" Fred asked worriedly

"Nothing, just left my text book in the common room, I'll have to eat quickly then go grab it" I breath out

"Ah, no love, I'll go get it! You eat, I've been down here for a while"

"Oh will you Fred?! Thank you m'love!" I kiss him on his cheek before sitting down tiredly. If I had turned around I would have seen his blush and the way he touched his cheek with a soft smile before he went to go get the book

"Whipped" I hear Ginny say under her breath, I look toward the girl with a smile

--meeting the family--

I had been anxious to meet his family, I don't know what they're like. That's why I brought a deck of muggle cards to maybe teach Mr. Weasley a couple games.

I obviously had already met, Percy, George, Ron and Ginny. But the others I had never met. The door gets thrown open

"OH! HOW WONDERFUL! Y/n, we've heard so much about you!" I get pulled into a hug from Mrs. Weasley.

"And I, you! It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Weasley" I suddenly felt calm in her embrace

"Oh please, please darling call me Molly" she starts "We've already started dinner, I hope you don't mind"

"Of course not! please lead the way" I follow her right in through the living room to the kitchen and table area "lovely home you have" I say as I looked around with wide eyes, adoring the wood, adoring the homeliness

"Oh thank you dear, such a sweetheart" she mumbles the last part, hand on her heart

"Oh! Dar-mling! Hw ar ya-" Fred says, while chewing his food, I simply tap my finger to my lips and he lets out a sound of recognition, he chews his food quickly (with his mouth shut), swallows and stands up

"Sorry about that love, How are you?" he asked kindly

"I'm great, darling" I look over to his family who, other than Percy, George, Ron and Ginny, looked shocked

"Bloody hell, that's a brilliant witch!" a tall, muscled, red head, with scars all over any area showing, approached me "I'm Charlie, Charlie Weasley, whatever you're doing, keep doing it."

"Haha, He's trained well" Molly approached with a huge hug

"You are my new daughter in-law, I will accept no one else"

"Oh-Pfft" I let out a giggle as I turn back to Fred, he looks toward the floor with a shy smile and light blush, I grab his hand and sit at the table with my new in-laws

As the night continued I had played 4 or 5 hands of poker with Mr. Weasley and Fred, who was sulking because we were going to play without him

--The common room--

"Darling, hand me that" I pointed at the book to the left of the chair I was on, that was on a stand nearly connected to the couch

"of course Love" he said quickly while playing with a fire cracker he found in one of their old trunks

"Thank you love"

Ginny looks at Ron who looks at George, they all then break into laughter

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Don't Trust a Malfoy (pt. 2)

Fandom: Take a guess (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Y/n = your name

Warnings: they/them pronouns, trauma, bad parenting, (your probably used to both if you're reading this) ( that was a joke don't take offense), events are taken out of order from the story, shitty writing. Some People Live (Lemme know if I missed anything)

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*Y/n POV*

As terrified as I was I grabbed on to the portkey, We spun and spun until we fell to the ground with a harsh thud. We looked around to find a large, short man with a walking stick in front of a dirty bricked part of a building with a rusted balcony.

"Get up, lets go" the man says and I realize I recognize him when I look at his face,

"That's-"

"yep-" Harry exhales, walking around me, I walk as slow as i can into the building and to the kitchen, behind everyone else. They know they, they love them, they're a family. I'm not part of that.

Walking into the kitchen they all hug Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. I stand straight in the door frame, hands to my sides.

"It's inappropriate to pick your fingers when you meet someone" my mother's voice rang in my head

"And this must be your friend, whats our name dear, Dumbledore left that part out" Sirius asked

"That's Y/N, That is. Isn't it?" Mr. Weasley looks at the twins

"Yes sir, its a pleasure to meet you all" I say shakily with a nervous smile, surprised and scared he knew who I was

"well, let's eat." Sirius patted my shoulder, I felt I knew Sirius from how much the little fourth year had talked about him, I wished to be like him, to have the courage to leave my family, there was one mistake he made though I knew I never could.

We all talked and talked, me and the twins kept pushing each other around and eventually Fred let out a

"I'll get you back for that Malfoy" I laughed because I thought everything was fine until the room stopped

"What about a Malfoy?" Mr. Weasley asked seeming confused

"M-me, I- I'm Y/n Malfoy" I said nearly with tears in my eyes, hoping they wouldn't hate me too

"ah- um, what- what house are you in?" Mr. Weasley asked, Sirius just looked at me with a Serious and scared face, the fact that a Malfoy knew where he was.

"G-Gryffindor, sir" I said quietly

"And your family? What would you te-" Sirius starts

"That's. enough." Fred stopped Sirius's words "Their family isn't a subject we touch." He stopped the conversation and grabbed my hand under the table, as I looked down a tear fell straight into my lap.

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After we were all done eating, it was time for some important information exchange.

"Darling, um would you mind stepping out while we- talk about some things"

"Of course, apologies, I'm sure I'll find something to look at" I laugh quietly all of the adults giving me a small smile

"Y/n stays." Fred and George say at the same time

"This is a family matter" Sirius stares at them plainly

"That's why they stay." Harry let's out loudly, Sirius turns to him in shock while I look at him in amazement another tear finds it's way down my face

"I-its quite alright I can-" I get cut off by Sirius

"If he feels that strongly about it, I trust his judgement. If you have anything you're willing to add we will take it into account" while looking at me

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I gave them all the information I had and they let me listen to what they were planning, the trust they put in me making my heart swell

But as time went by, we had to go back to hogwarts.

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Part 3

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"You're good with kids"

C/n = code name

*Ghost's POV*

I hear crying to my left, pictures flash through my head, what if it's a trap, what if its a child dying, what if I can't save them? This job isn't worth it if I don't try. I turn the corner to see a child just standing there screaming... what do I- oh

"C/N!" the child turns to me and runs up to me, flinching, the child hugs my leg

"Yeah Ghos- oh...pfft"

"Don't laugh! Get this thing off me!" I whisper yell at them

"Alright- alright, hey sweet heart, whats your name" they ask the kid

"S-stevi" he says through broken sobs

"Well, hello Stevi, I'm c/n, and this is Ghost. How old are you Stevi?"

"f-f-four" he stutters out slowly reducing the crying

"Wow! You're a big boy! Do you want to come with us, we can keep you safe and take care of you, until we can get you to other people?" the kid nodded and slowly let go of my leg, holding on to Y/n as tight as possible as she ducked and I covered her back to the Truck, finally when we got there we seen the rest of the 141 done with the mission already, waiting on us.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Price yells and sends the kid behind me again holding on to my leg, a loud

SMACK

and Price's head was turned to the left

"First of all, never yell at me, second of all, if you ever yell in front of this child again I'll have Ghost bury your body" Y/n says plainly

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*Back at the base*Y/n's POV*

We had converted an interrogation room into a play room, and bedroom. As I looked in the window I could see the printed off coloring pages and colorful pens being used by both Stevi and Ghost, they sat together coloring on the table, Ghost had a picture of skeletons dancing and Stevi had a picture of a puppy. Ghost snapped his head up from the table looking straight at me and told Stevi he'll be back. He opened and closed the door slowly and quietly

"You're good with kids" I told him

"meh, you are, what you did in the field was impressive" he said shrugging off my words

"heh- thanks"

"I kinda want to keep him"

"me too, you think they'll let us adopt him and keep him here?"

"that's be dangerous"

"yeah, but we could always teach him, also I've been planning on asking about using some money I have saved to build a safe room, I could add a bedroom in there?"

"You really think that would work?"

"I don't know"

-----*3 years later(Y/n's POV)*-----

Stevi ran through the turned living room in the base

"Stevi slow down I don't want you falling!" I yelled from the kitchen

"Sorry Mom! AH! DAD PUT ME DOWN" I turned around to see Simon holding Stevi on his shoulder upside down

"Si, be careful!" I raised my voice

"We are, we are. mm today is Saturday, we're going to the graves today right?"

"Yes, we are." I let him know, a few minutes later we were walking down the hill inside the base fences, slowly we could see the two graves, on one: "To all the fallen innocent souls, Shall you rest in peace" on the other: "To my Mother, Father and Sister, Lealla, My memories are small and old, but never forgotten, With love, Your son, Steven"

"You okay baby?" I ask Stevi

"Yeah, thank you for always coming here with me" he says, just like every Saturday

@nyen65432

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Ohh how about a bdsm scene with Simon Riley where the reader goes through subdrop at the end?

More Then the Entire World

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Warnings: middle starting smut, temperature kink, blindfold, breeding kink? if you squint, She/her pronouns, After care Simon Riley is a warning in himself.

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You could feel his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked into you from behind, leaving bruises in the shapes of his finger prints

Your hands were tied together and tied to the head board

You can't see anything, you had used blindfolds before, when he wasn't ready for you to see his face, but nothing like this

The ice he had once in his mouth tracing down your spine was now left forgotten on the dip of your back, slowly melting, surely slipping off soon

It was hot, your muscles were aching at this point your elbows gave little to no support, nor your knees, but your hips were being held up by Simon, this had been going on for an hour already, the constant edging making you mad, that's originally why he tied your hands, no doubt the team had been scarred for life, other then Price, he was prepared seeing as how Simon had bought him knew headphones after you were being a brat early in the morning... in front of the team.

Your vocal cords were raw, you had no idea how you were still screaming

"Y' ready to cum sweetheart?" he asked finally making you relived, not because you didn't want to keep going, but because you finally got relief

"Mhmmhm" you hummed quickly

"ah-ahah, use your words love." he says slowing down

"Yes please! Please! Please!" you begged loudly, he sped up again finally giving you, your climax, the scream could be heard from the rooms on either side of yours, (Price's and Soap's, whom will have slept soundlessly, and not at all trying not to cry)

As he approached his release, Simon moved sloppier, faster, harder.

"oh fuck, doll" he moaned out as he came inside you, he stayed there for a minute until you shivered

"You alright doll?" he asked slightly worried, slowly slipping out making you whimper then releasing your hips, letting them down slowly to the bed then takes off the blindfold

"mm- I- I don't know, I'm cold" as soon as you finish saying that you feel him get off the bed and untie your hands, he leaves for a moment and comes back with a dry cloth and a warm wet cloth

"I'm gonna dry the water on your back first then clean you up 'k love?" you put all of your power into nodding, it feels like you can't move anything as he goes through cleaning you up

As soon as he's done he pulls the heavy blankets up on top of both of you, has you cuddled into his side, he sees a tear run down your face

"What's wrong love?" he's more worried

"I just really love you" he smiles softly

"I love you doll, more then the entire world"

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"Meanie" "Brat"

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Dom!Spencer Reid x Brat!Reader

Warnings: references to sex, She/her pronouns, established relationship, shitty writing lol

Summary: Being a brat wont help your case.

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*Y/n's POV*

As soon as I woke up I could feel the cramps in my stomach and the bruises forming on my body, but no matter how I felt I knew I had to get to work, or Hotch wouldn't be happy. But getting up is a problem... as soon as I try to put my feet on the floor, I get pulled back to Spencer's side and hear him groan

"Spence we have work, its time to get up baby"

"mm you know I love it when you call me that" he pulled me closer by my waist, he touched his lips to mine so softly I felt like I was floating above the clouds, I smacked his chest

"We" I smacked his chest again "have" again "work" finally I was let go and we were getting ready

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We were just getting out the door when he handed me a bottle

"Here's your water, don't forget it's marked for every hour"

"Spencer I haven't even had coffee yet, there is no way I'm drinking water" he gave me a glare and stepped in front of the elevator doors "Fine here you go, I'm drinking it" I took a large sip of the water hoping it would keep him happy for a while "Happy?"

"Very. Good girl." he got in the elevator, I was caught for a moment blushing at his words, just as the elevator doors were about to close "you coming?" he asked with a stupid smirk

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At work

We had been there for a couple hours, a paperwork day... fun.

"Hey Spence I got that file you needed" I put it on his desk and accidentally knocked off a pen "oops sorry Hun" I bent over to pick it up, but when I was coming up I hit my head on something, it didn't hurt, but it wasn't a pillow, come to find out when I stood up Spencer had put his hand on his desk to act as a bumper, if he hadn't it would've hurt. I just smile gently at him, when I go to turn back to my desk to work more he asks

"is your bottle empty?"

"yes, I just haven't had the time to refill it yet I will once I'm done with this file"

"mm no" he says as he stands and grabs the water bottle from my desk

"Baby, no I said I'll refill it" he goes to the sink in the kitchenette, and brings it back completely full, with a shy smile I thank him and return to my desk

-- 2 and a half hours later--

Grabbing the warm cup in my hands, I bring my coffee back to my desk

"your bottle is still completely full, which is weird because if my memory serves me correctly, I filled this 2 hours 36 minutes and 45 seconds ago." I see Spencer holding my bottle looking at it while sitting in my chair. With wide eyes I immediately turn around finding all of our team looking at our interaction with smirks, even Hotch that sick son of a - "And do I smell coffee?"

"It's Morgan's" I blurt out

"You said that like you reeeaalllllyyyy believed it babe" he turned me around "mm smells good" he peeled it from my hands "mm just like my order, what a coincidence." he looked me deadpan straight in my eyes "drink your water"

"Meanie!" I stuck my tongue out at him, he grabbed my tongue and yanked on it for a split second then let go

"Brat."

@marylovesevanpeters

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