#charlie weasley smut

[wisteria-blooms]

sunburns & dragons (charlie weasley & reader)

PAIRING: CHARLIE WEASLEY//YOU

PLATONIC: Fred Weasley/You, George Weasley/You, Bill Weasley/You (if you squint) Interested in Bill Weasley instead?

And I could see you being my addiction/You can see me as a secret mission

Summary:

After witnessing your cousin's beautiful and picturesque wedding on the shores of Nice, France, you return home with some sort of nuptial fever. And you aren't even afflicted by the worst of it. Your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, is consumed by the thought of you walking down the aisle. Your father, Lucius Malfoy, is no different (albeit less gentle).

Getting your parents off your back proves no easy task, and in typical (Y/N) Malfoy fashion, you get yourself in a predicament with your smart mouth. Now, you have to find a boyfriend in two weeks. With slim pickings, and a first-choice in Bill Weasley out of commission, his younger brother, Charlie Weasley falls into your lap. Almost. Literally.

Will this task of fooling your parents be as easy as it written on Romanian parchment, or will Charlie's hot and heavy demeanour ruin everything - you included?

A/N: Someone asked for more Charlie Weasley love and I had to answer to it. As you can see, I am easily persuaded. If you haven't read long hair & tattoos (Bill's version of this trope), please do. I imagine Charlie to be more flirty, forward, physical and way more devious early on, so here's hoping it'll manifest in this series. I hope you'll enjoy the callbacks to long hair & tattoos, and the subtle references!

Tags: romance, faking dating, no-Voldemort-AU (the Malfoys are still awful though).

Warnings: slight age gap, sexual innuendos, tropes galore, nudity, pureblood politics, smut, sex or descriptors of sex (indicated by *) minors DNI!

CHAPTER DIRECTORY

23, still crazy (updated September 8, 2023)

faster we're falling (updated September 19, 2023)

in too deep (updated October 5, 2023)

boys in the blue (updated October 25, 2023)

electric politics (updated November 1, 2023)

partners in crime (updated November 29, 2023)

partners in contract (updated December 31, 2023)

tea time (you’re so vain) (updated February 9, 2024)

the passenger seat* (updated March 22, 2024)

you don't own me (updated April 03, 2024)

winter wonderland (updated May 31, 2024)

mister & missus

white christmas

the loneliest hour

the best of me

[talesof-old]

nightly studies | c.w.

pairing(s): charlie weasley x male!reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, blowjobs, slight edging, very slight voyeurism?, sharing an apartment, shower sex, needy reader, reader has a penis, not proofread or edited, i don’t know what i’m doing i wrote this in one sitting

word count: 1.7k

a/n: so originally the request was for while charlie and reader were at hogwarts but that would make them underage so i changed it so they’re working at the romanian dragon reserve

i did change the request just a tad, so i hope that’s fine!

masterlist

charlie weasley + smut

You’d been listening to Charlie talk about the characteristics of the Antipodean Opaleye for at least thirty-five minutes. You glanced at the clock on the apartment wall and grimaced.

23:49.

You shifted in your seat, pants rubbing against your dick in an unforgiving tease, leaving you nearly gasping. It couldn’t be helped; Charlie was most attractive when he talked about the things he was passionate about, and one of those things just happened to be dragons. The two of you had been studying for the newest addition to the Romanian dragon reserve for hours at this point.

One glance over at Charlie solidified the inkling that stopping for release would not be an option. You sighed, grabbing your previously abandoned quill and marking the notes sheet you’d made.

“-and it’s got to be one of the prettiest dragons I’ve ever seen.”

You nodded along, finishing your note about adult breeding habits. At least someone was getting ducked down.

A gentle hand touched your thigh, high enough that you nearly jumped out of your skin. “You alright, love?” Your face burned but you hummed, nodding at the redhead. He leaned closer, head just inches from yours.

“Are you certain?”

You rolled your shoulders back and spared him a glance. His eyes glittered in the soft candlelight, which under any other circumstances would have you kissing him like a starved man. He jerked his chin towards your papers. You huffed, handing him the pages with words still damp from ink.

“Blimey, you’ve gotten far more done than I have.” You shook your head. A soft smile fought its way to your lips; of course Charlie Weasley didn’t have to write any of the information down, he was Charlie Weasley. The other dragonologists didn’t joke about him being the Walking Dragon Encyclopedia for nothing.

“Not all of us can keep all of that information in our brains.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The stubble on his chin rubbed against the sensitive flesh of your face, reminding you of a much different place you’d like to feel it. You shifted in your seat again. The boner you’d been rocking for what felt like an eternity seemed to grow more sensitive with every moment. If you glanced up, you might’ve noticed the all too knowing smile on Charlie’s face.

Silence fell over the both of you, save for the scratching of quills against parchment or the clinking of metal in ink pots. It droned on and on, echoing like a drum in your ears. Charlie, potentially intentionally (and infuriating) oblivious, dutifully wrote out the notes he imagined he’d need later.

A part of you hated him for it.

The other part of you ended up winning, however. A quick glance at the clock told you it was twenty past midnight. Your shared roommate’s shift ended in just a little over an hour.

“How much longer you got?”

Charlie’s brow furrowed in mock innocence as he flipped through several pages then turned to you.

“Dunno, maybe a chapter?”

You clicked your tongue. “You have fifteen minutes. Please come to the bedroom when you’re done.” He simply blinked at your request; a borderline plea for him to follow.

“Love, you know I love you dearly, but why…?”

You stacked your own books neatly, putting a lid on your ink pot and organizing your paper. His expectant words had you gnawing at the inner part of your cheek.

Heat spread across your neck. Was he really going to make you explain yourself? Truly?

Instead, you stood.

In moments, Charlie’s face was beat red, though the shit-eating grin on his face let you know he was far from embarrassed—or surprised. You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face and shuffling to the bedroom.

“Be there soon as I finish, love. Don’t get started without me.”

His words turned firm. You bit your lip, closing the door behind you and undressing quietly. Night shifts sometimes ended earlier than normal due to the overlap of shifts, so there was a chance your roommate Sasha would be back at any moment.

You crawled into bed, clad in nothing but underwear, body nearly trembling with anticipation. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your eyelids despite the tension that seemed to snake through every inch of your being. Sleep would come quickly tonight.

Your cock ached at the lack of touch, enough that you seriously debated starting without your boyfriend. Time dragged as you laid among the soft sheets. Another glance at the clock.

00:52.

You groaned, head flopping back onto the pillow. Privacy was rare to come by these days, especially at the Sanctuary. Both of you loved your job with every fiber of your being, but damn if it didn’t sometimes get to you. It was like being in school all over again.

The door creaked open and Charlie’s sheepish smile instantly had you raising a brow.

“Sasha’s back.”

You nearly wept.

“Come on, I’ve got an idea.”

Charlie crossed the room to tug you from the bed, all but dragging you into the bathroom. The cogs in your brain slowly but surely started turning. A grin spread across your face.

“Shower sex? Really? Well you sure know how to seduce someone.” Charlie shook his head and wrapped his arms around you, peppering your face and neck with kisses. You hummed at the affection, tracing over the burn marks on his arms.

“Need to drown out the noises, rather not have him walk in on the two of us.”

Your dick throbbed at the idea of potentially getting caught. Charlie turned, switching on the shower and letting it warm up. In the meantime, you stripped down completely with him following suit, both nude in the chilly bathroom. Your cock slapped against your abdomen as you waited for the water.

“Remind you of anything?”

You laughed as you conjured up an image of the prefect bathroom.

“Perhaps one too many fond memories.”

He reached a hand under the water to test the temperature. With a nod, you were stepping into the rather small shower cubicle. He settled behind you, nipping at the skin of your shoulder as he reached around you to splay a hand over your abdomen. You clamped your mouth shut to avoid the keening noise that would’ve erupted from your throat.

“Careful, love.”

You leaned against the wall, desperate for stability as his hand lowered, gliding over skin until he gripped your cock at the base. You bucked your hips, the sensation too much and not enough. Red hot pleasure nearly blinded you as Charlie fondled your balls, your legs trembling at the sudden assault.

“I’m too tired to shag. Give you a jobby?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to open your mouth.

He was down on his knees in an instant, lips smacking before he turned you to face him. He leaned you against the wall, legs just barely parted for balance. Charlie guided your cock to his mouth, lips parting as he took you in. You gasped, already far too close from how long you’d waited. He inched you further into his mouth until you were as far as you could go. Your eyes rolled back as he gave an experimental suck, his tongue warm and soft against your sensitive flesh.

Pleasure coiled in your gut like a spring. If he wasn’t careful, you’d blow a load quicker than a virgin.

“Charlie-“ You weren’t even sure what you were going to say, especially as he drew back and began licking at the veins of your dick. Warm water pelted against your side. You choked, reaching a hand out to the wall as he kitten licked all the way up the length of you. He paused for a brief moment, long enough that you looked down.

His hair was halfway in his eyes, sipping wet as he regarded you like something divine. Your knees went weak.

“Beautiful.”

His lips attacked themselves to your balls, already taut from holding back a rapidly impending orgasm, and you used your free hand to cover your mouth.

He grinned, moving to lick one long stripe on the bottom of your cock to the tip. Your hips bucked against his face. He loosened his jaw, careful of his teeth, and allowed you to sink back into his warm hole.

You shook, teetering on the edge of climax, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed.

He sucked, bobbing his head up and down as if daring you to cum in his mouth. You moaned loudly against your hand, trembling like a baby fawn as you felt your balls tightened and your cock pulsed. Your hips involuntarily jerked, sending you deeper into his mouth. The tip of your dick hit the back of his throat, and instead of choking he sucked hard.

Just as you nearly fell over the edge, Charlie pulled away. You whined, tears filling your eyes at the denial. Reasonably, you knew he was trying to wear you out. But you’d rather cum right now. Charlie rubbed his cheek against your thigh, far too tender for what he’d just done.

“Don’t be mad, lovely.”

You inhaled sharply as your climax slowly faded away.

He pressed kisses to your inner thighs, alternating between sucking hard or gently licking at the skin, desperate to mark up your skin. He gripped your legs, his fingers digging in as he returned his attention back to your cock.

Your chest heaved as he sucked on your head, running a tongue over your slit. Your hands splayed across the tile of the shower, unsteady in their search for solid ground.

He took you deeper, your abdomen tensing as you rapidly approached your orgasm once more. Your body ached with desire. He bobbed his head, each motion sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Late nights always heightened your sensitivity.

You bucked against his mouth, moaning as he swirled his tongue around your shaft.

Charlie hummed, and all of a sudden it was too much. You cried out, white flashing across your eyes as you came. Charlie swallowed, throat still massaging you through your orgasm. You whined weakly, panting as your vision returned. Charlie slowly pulled you from his mouth, patting your thigh as you groaned. He wrapped his arms around you. You leaned heavy against him, body shaky.

He kissed you hard, salty cum still on his tongue as he did. You moaned against his mouth, almost desperate to have another go at the taste of you still lingering.

A bang on the bathroom door had you jumping in his arms.

“Are you two done now? I need to take a piss!”

You laughed quietly, resting your head against Charlie’s shoulder.

“We need to get our own place.”

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[wannabemurdock]

Can we have some charlie weasley for kinktober pretty please?? xx

Kinktober Day 6

kinktober masterlist

18+ only

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Charlie Weasley + sneaky bathroom sex

“You need to stop. You’re too bloody loud.” You snap your head around so quickly, Charlie’s sure he got whiplash just watching. Fire burning in your eyes.

“You have some… damn… audacity, Charles. ” The edge of the counter digs into your hips as you hiss through your teeth.

“Ooooo my government name. Sends shivers down my spine, doesn’t it?” Rolling his eyes, he quickens his pace. His hand slides up your body, seating itself at the base of your neck.

[keykeep]

Kinktober Day 19- Truth or Dare- Charlie Weasley

warning: master/slave,anal,female masturbation,blowjob.

“Can we play with your hair?” You and Tonks asked Bill Weasley who was perched on the floor with you, Tonks and Charlie playing Truth or Dare. “Fine” he mumbles as you and Tonks wave your wands changing colours and styles until you land on green pig tails. You two giggling and satisfied with leaving his hair like that.

“Okay, my turn” Bill announces to the room, “Charlie, truth or dare?” “Truth,” he says to his older brother. “Who's your favourite sibling?” laughter filled the room as Charlie replied, “you Bill” he mumbles to his proud brother.

“Okay, Dears, we are going to bed don't be too loud you'll wake the kids” Molly announces to the room as Arthur and Molly hug their sons before departing from the room.

“Now the real fun can begin” Bill announced rubbing his hands together.

Charlie looked around the room before landing on you, “truth or dare?” feeling the intense gaze of everyone in the room you answered with truth as Charlie raised his eyebrows and said “neck, ear or nipple which do you prefer to have nibbled on?” a chorus of ooh’s went around the room.

“Neck” you mumbled softly, you turned to Tonks to ask truth or dare and there was no surprise when she picked dare. “Tonks, perform a sexy dance in front of everyone” “only if you do it too” she announced pulling you to your feet.

You and Tonks danced for the brothers who were mesmerized by your moves from the stay of your hips to your shaking of your breasts judging from the smiles on their faces and their hands covering their crotches. They thoroughly enjoyed it.

Sitting back down Tonks turned to Charlie and asked him truth or dare, he picked truth as Tonks leaned closer and said “who was the last person you dreamt about?” Charlie's freckled face flushed as his eyes met yours as he said your name. Tonks and Bill grilling Charlie about the contents of this dream as you continued staring at him your cheeks burning. Charlie replied “I’ve fucked her in loads of positions” which made you smile.

Truthfully, you had a crush on the Weasley and loved his dedication to dragons and Quidditch, but you always thought he wouldn't ever see you as anything more than a friend.

He turned to you asking you the burning question, This time you chose dare. He nodded announcing “touch yourself until your next turn” everyone looked at you as your eyes grew. “Here? In front of everyone,” he looked at Bill and Tonks before turning back to you and nodded.

You lifted your skirt until it was bunched around your waist as your fingers slid between your thighs, your gaze fixated on Charlie you slid your fingers into the waistband of your panties working your fingers into your cunt letting out a small moan at the feeling.

With a shaky breath you gave Tonks her next dare. “Make out with Bill” you dared, as you gently stroked yourself as spread the moisture around your cunt. Before alternating between teasing your clit to plunging deep inside yourself.

As they turn to each other you keep your gaze on Charlie who is palming his erect cock through his pants. You push a finger inside you as you begin to pump them in and out as fast as you can.

Your back arches as you release sharp intakes of air and mumbled words of pleasure. Your legs shake as cum flows down leaving a wet patch on the floor.

Conveniently it was Bill's turn to tell you a dare. “Become a slave for 10 minutes to Charlie” you slid closer to him as you cup his face in your hands, “Master I'm all yours” he swears under his breath before he kisses you pulling you flush against him, “on your knees, now?” He said breathlessly as you knelt before him. “Open wide” you obeyed his command letting your lips part as his erect cock slips into your mouth slowly. You painstakingly run your tongue all over the sensitive head of his cock.

You moan at the luscious taste. You began to lower your mouth on his cock inch by inch getting as much of his cock as your throat could handle. His strong hands gripped your hair as your tongue ran around his tip to his shaft in one long lick. You start to raise and lower your mouth over him sucking at him as he grunts in approval. His hands on your hair dictate how much his thrusting into your mouth.

When Charlie suddenly stopped you “god I want you to taste my cum, but I also want to fuck you so badly, get on all fours” you obeyed his command getting in position and awaiting your next instruction. You felt Calloused hands stroking your ass as he rubbed lube onto his hard cock.

He pressed his cock against your ass, not yet inside you as he slowly inserted himself inside you as you took him in as your body stretched to accommodate his big cock. You felt him move inside you pushing himself in deeper until his moving in long strokes.

You moaned his name as you felt his hips flush against your ass, as he thrusts in and out of you. His hand moves to your clit stimulating that in rhythm with his thrusts. His intense pounding and the pressure on your clit was too much, as you felt yourself tighten, whole body shaking as your orgasm approached. 

The pounding continued until you felt Charlie still, him emptying himself inside you as his body shook through his own orgasm. You pulled apart bodies dripping with sweat. As the room became clearer you looked up to see Tonks and Bill pleasuring themselves to the scene in front of them. 

“Fuck, that was hot” Tonks moaned as she bucked her hips against her hand trying to get deeper. Your eyes went to Bill who had his erect cock in his hand stroking it from shaft to tip with his head tilted back.

You turned to Charlie as you were now filled with determination. A new mission for years to come, You waned to replay every dream Charlie had about you with him. But one thig is for certain, you didn’t care if you had an audience or not as long as you had Charlie Weasley. 

[theravenclawlover]

🎃Kinktober Day 20🎃

Day Prompt: D.P. [2 holes]/Overstimulation/Edgeplay

Word Count: 447

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, reader has female reproductive organs (hehehe sounds funny), overstimulation, edging, "C" word usage, crying, and my writing as usual.

A/N: Another for you lot. Enjoy it because we do not have enough Charlie Weasley content.

Charlie Weasley x AFAB!Reader

Charlie Weasley was a very kind man, at least he was to everyone he met and was friends with. Forever the thoughtful and caring person, out of all the Weasleys he was the one that took after his mum’s caring nature. And when you two had started dating, it had been very much a fucking gift how nice he was. He was perfect, always thoughtful leaving all your other relationships—even the good ones—to look like nothing but a shame and waste of time because you could have had Charlie long ago.

But you should have known it was too good to be true. Because Charlie Weasley was the biggest asshole to you when you fucked.

“Almost there, love? I bet you are, I can feel your walls clenching around my fingers.”

Charlie Weasley was a fucking tease. He loved nothing but to torture you before letting you cum. At first you hadn’t known that, you had been the third person he’d ever slept with, so his experience added years with you as the dummy. But once he got very much confident in his technique, you were ruined. You were already obsessed with him, but even if he was an ass right now while he fingered your cunt for what was most likely two hours now, you knew the orgasm would be nothing but an explosion of pleasure that your nervous system couldn’t possibly comprehend.

“P-please Charlie,” you cried as your hands grabbed harshly at his ginger locks and the sheets. “I wanna cum, aw fuck, please.”

“Mhm,” he said as he watched three of his fingers fucked your squelching cunt, slick all over your cunt, thighs, down your ass, and his hand. “I guess I could let you.”

You whimpered louder when his fingers curled and began abusing your very sensitive spot while his mouth joined the game as he sucked your slicked and stiff clit.

“Fuck me,” you cried out as both your hands joined to grasp at his hair. Forcing his face to stay there. Your legs were shaking horribly, your body unable to function as his tongue and fingers did nothing but overstimulate your sensitive cunt. He was merciless, and soon enough you could feel that tension in you only seconds away from snapping like an overused hair tie. “m’close.”

Not even a second after your words, Charlie defeated your weakening limbs from their hold, his mouth leaving your clit and his fingers coming out of you with an obscene squelch.

The ‘no’ your mind shouted was only a pathetic cry and a sob out of your mouth. Charlie kissed your thighs in mild consolation.

“Sorry, love, I changed my mind.”

[localnerdforsteveharrington]

hiii, could i request best friend's brother! charlie weasley with size kink and maybe some praise and breeding kink? thank u in advance! ❤️

Ofc, this will posted on day 7 x

[the-al-chemist]

On This Wild Night — Part Two

Notes: I’m not a natural writer of erotica. I’m just too British for it. Still, it’s good to challenge oneself. So, here’s my first go at taking on something of that nature. Apologies in advance if it’s below par.

A warning: this chapter contains sexual content, descriptions are moderately explicit, and the scene in question involves two enthusiastically consenting adults. There are also several references to character deaths that occur in canon.

Previous — Masterlist — Next

The house was empty. Artemis pulled Charlie inside, where the familiar surroundings of the Weasleys’ kitchen were quiet around them.

When she kissed him, he let go of her hand and brought both of his to her face, his thumbs resting on her cheeks and his fingers at her hairline. She kicked off her shoes, rested her bag down on the kitchen counter, and ran her palms up his chest until she reached his bow tie. Tugging slightly, she worked at the knot so that it came to hang loose around his neck.

Meanwhile, Charlie’s hands began to travel down her body. As they reached her waist, he manoeuvred her to the middle of the room. He pulled his wand out of his back pocket and placed it on the kitchen table so that he could lean back against it, and his fingers dug slightly into her hips as he pulled her towards him.

“How long do you think we have?” she whispered, fingers fiddling with the buttons at the collar of his shirt.

“Speeches are in fifteen minutes.”

“Won’t anyone come looking for us before then?”

“No,” was Charlie’s reply. Artemis could feel his words as much as she could hear them, softly murmured against her skin as he started to trail kisses down her neck to her collarbone.“I made up an excuse. They’ll leave us alone.”

“What did you tell them?” Artemis asked, her voice already breathy. Charlie paused, and pulled his lips away from her sternum to stare at her. “What?”

“We have all of fifteen minutes and you really want to know what rubbish I’ve spouted to keep everyone away? Does it matter?”

“No, you’re right. Waste of time. As you were.”

Charlie shook his head and chuckled, lowering his mouth to — as she could have predicted — Artemis’ breasts. She let out a small moan and brought her hands down to untuck his shirt from his trousers, using her fingers to gently trace the lines where the muscles of his lower abdomen ended above his hips. He pulled her even closer, and she smiled as she felt him stiffen against her for the second time that afternoon.

This time, though, Charlie was responding in kind. He released his hold on her hips to run his palms down her thighs and back up again, bunching up the material of her dress as he went. He moved almost tantalisingly slowly, so that by the time his calloused fingertips grazed the top of her thighs, she could feel her yearning for him like a knot in her core. He continued to tease her with gentle touches that moved closer and further away again as he kissed his way back up her neck to her earlobe.

“Well, we both know there’s nothing else in my way now,” he said wryly, and a moment later, his fingers were exploring the wetness between her legs. His lips moved back to hers, and she felt them curve into a smile as she sighed against them, her hips already gently bucking against his hand.

Determined even now not to let him get the better of her so easily, her hands found his belt. Her fumbling fingers made less light work of it than they would normally, but it wasn’t long before she was able to feel him through just his boxers. A few moments later, those were unbuttoned as well. She continued to work him, firmly massaging the length of his erection, feeling it twitch in her palm as his breath became ragged.

In response, Charlie upped the ante, drawing rough circles with his fingers before delving them into her, curving them to form a question mark. But just as she thought she had the answer, he moved his hand away entirely.

“Why did you stop?” she asked him.

“To do this,” said Charlie’s low voice. A second later, he had hoisted Artemis up, lifting her up from the ground with his hands under her bum.

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, and he carried her to the side of the room, resting her back against the wall.

“Smooth,” Artemis muttered. Charlie shrugged nonchalantly, but from the expression on his freckled face she could tell that he was feeling pretty pleased with himself. “How long have you been wanting to pull that move?”

“A while,” he replied, his proud-looking half-smile not slipping one bit. “This seemed like the right time for it.”

“Agreed. You know, I’ve always thought those muscles were wasted on dragons.”

“Definitely. Now, just hold still a second.”

“Why?”

“This bit’s a bit more fiddly, and I now feel like I need to keep up this smooth thing so I can carry on impressing you.”

“You always impress me.”

Charlie kissed her forehead, before concentrating on slowly lowering her down onto him. As he did, Artemis drew a deep shaky breath.

“That alright?” he asked.

“More than alright.”

Artemis kissed him. He returned the kiss, using his tongue to open her mouth and tenderly pushing a strand of hair back from her face. As the kiss began to deepen, she pulled away and looked him straight in the eye.

“Charlie. We’re on a tight schedule.”

“Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.”

He moved his hand from her face to the wall beside her head and started to thrust against her, into her, slow and deliberate. Her mouth found his again, and his teeth grazed her bottom lip. As he continued, Artemis buried one hand in his hair, and grasped at the fabric of the back of his shirt with the other, pulling him closer to her. She wanted him closer, needed him closer. As if he knew, Charlie’s movements became harder and heavier.

A moan escaped her lips and her back arched towards him, the crown of her head hitting the wall behind her loudly and painfully as she threw it back. Instinctively, Charlie moved his hand from the wall in an attempt to cushion the blow. The attempt was unsuccessful, but Artemis’ own hand took hold of it. Their fingers entangled together, and Charlie brought both up above her head as he moved faster still, each buck of his hips causing her breath to hitch.

It was quickly becoming too much for both of them. A heat started to rise in Artemis, burning its way through her until she could stand it no longer. She buried her face into Charlie’s shoulder as fireworks went off in her head, bursting in a myriad of colour and light that only she could see.

While the light behind her eyes was still fading, Charlie followed suit, his final thrust turning into a jerk as he also crashed and burned inside her. They clung to one another for a moment as they recovered, both still panting and trembling.

After one more clumsy kiss, Artemis was lifted up and lowered down so that her feet were on solid ground, her legs almost giving way as she bore weight on them. Charlie waited until she was standing steady before letting go of her and taking a step backwards.

“How’s your head?” he asked, doing his fly back up and tucking his shirt back into his waistband.

“Fine. Well, no. It hurts, but I don’t care. Worth it,” said Artemis. She smoothed down her dress and started trying to help him with his bow tie, not that she knew what she was doing on that front. “Good move, we should try that again some day.”

“I intend to. When you least expect it. It’s a stealth move, that one.”

“Sure. Are we late for the speeches?”

Charlie checked his watch above her head.

“We’ve actually got a minute left,” he said, looking and sounding pleasantly surprised. “Well done, us.”

He opened his palm and held it up to Artemis, who stopped struggling with his tie for a second to hi-five him. Looking back at the still-loose bow tie, she sighed, fetched Charlie’s wand from the table, and pointed it at the fabric around his neck. It immediately formed a passably neat bow.

She handed the wand to its rightful owner, and attempted to neaten up her hair using the window as a mirror, to little avail. Luckily, her hair had been messy before she even left the marquee.

“Will that do?” she asked Charlie, who stood behind her to assess the damage.

“Yes, it looks very pretty.” He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her right shoulder. “Right. Speeches?”

“Speeches.”

Less dishevelled now, the two of them made their way back out through the garden, hand in hand, talking quietly. Suddenly, Charlie stopped dead in his tracks and let go of Artemis’ hand. She frowned at him.

“What?”

“Here,” he said, and after a quick glance around them, reached into his pocket. “You should probably take your knickers back.”

Artemis grinned and took her pants back from Charlie. She pulled out her wand, and with two quick movements, vanished and conjured them again, so that she was wearing them once more.

“I knew that would get your attention.”

The champagne flutes floated around to top up the glasses once more as everyone sat back down at the end of Ron’s speech.

“I thought he did really well,” said Artemis, holding her glass aloft for one of the bottles to fill, “especially as he was obviously so nervous about it.”

Charlie eyed his youngest brother sceptically. “Was he?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you’d know. I just would have preferred it with a few less anecdotes.”

“I thought they were quite funny anecdotes.”

“Yeah, they were.” Charlie shrugged. “I just don’t think we all needed to know quite so much about the bloke who’s going to be shagging my little sister later.”

“I always thought people stopped having sex after they got married,” Artemis said, and on Charlie’s other side, Kingsley Shacklebolt let out a deep reverberating chuckle.

“The number of redheads in the room might suggest otherwise,” he laughed, leaning forward to make eye contact with Artemis, who grinned.

Charlie grimaced and shook his head, and Artemis nudged his shoulder with her forehead.

“Lighten up, Charlie,” she giggled. She raised her glass to her lips and added under her breath: “Hypocrite.”

Charlie pulled a face at her and put his own glass on the table so that he could poke her in the ribcage. He steeled himself for her retaliation, but didn’t need to. His father had stood up and was hitting his own champagne glass with a teaspoon.

The room fell quiet, and Arthur Weasley pointed his wand to his throat.

“Sonorus,” he said, and his voice became louder, as he introduced himself to the wedding guests. “Good afternoon, everyone. For those of you who don’t know, my name is Arthur, and I’m the father of Ginevra and Ron, along with several other red-headed young men, but they’re all less important today.”

“Oi!” a male voice heckled from a nearby table. Charlie smiled, recognising the voice as that of George.

“Today is all about Ginny — and Harry, of course, but we can talk about him later,” Arthur continued, all too used to being disrupted after over thirty years of fatherhood. “Now, most of you are probably aware that by the time Ginny came along, my lovely wife Molly and I were old hats as far as parenting is concerned, but there were still certain things that we were not prepared for.

“Firstly, up until then we’d only had boys. There’s nothing quite like the panic of a father taking your daughter out in public for the day and her telling you that she needs to go for a wee. Bill, you have this to look forward to,” he added, looking across to the table where Bill was sitting with Victoire on his lap. “Luckily, Ginny’s always been an independent sort of girl, so she had no problem walking off to go by herself, leaving me to worry about her and feel as if she were already growing up too fast. Not that she knew, of course. She wasn’t worried in the slightest. She was fearless.

“That’s the other thing that I wasn’t prepared for: Ginny herself. Anyone who has met our boys will know that Molly and I have a habit of raising children that are either too clever for their own good, too stubborn for their own good—”

“He means you,” whispered Artemis.

“No, he doesn’t,” Charlie whispered back.

“— or just too much trouble for their own good. Ginevra is all three of those things, and much more. It’s no wonder that she’s managed to achieve so much even at the young age she is now. Every day, she does something else that makes me get that same feeling as I did watching the back of her little head walk off that day, and to make me proud to call myself her father.

“The third and final thing that I was unprepared for when I became Ginny’s father, was just how much love I had for her. It’s the most incredible thing about parenthood: how, even if you’ve gone through the process six times before, you still are overwhelmed by the love you have for your children, and surprised by the fact that you even had that much love in you. It’s a very strange thing; you find that same impossible amount of love over and over and over again.” Arthur paused, and took a deep breath. Charlie wondered for a second if he was about to see his father cry, but then Arthur smiled. “And then, in what must be one of the cruelest tricks of nature, your children get older, and they start finding people that they love more than they love you.”

Next to her husband, Molly Weasley had started dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Charlie watched as Ron’s fiancée nudged him with her elbow and jerked her head in the direction of their mother, and Ron reached over and patted her on the shoulder, somewhat awkwardly.

“It’s sad, at first,” Charlie’s father continued, “but not for long. Because, if they choose well, you end up digging even deeper into the endless caverns of your heart, and finding love for those people as well, for the simple reason that they love your child just as much as you do, and make them happier than you could ever wish to.

“Which brings us nicely on to Harry. I did say I’d be talking about him, as well. Now, all my children have done very well when it comes to choosing their partners, but Ginny managed to pick Harry out of the crowd at a very young age. I guess they don’t call him the Chosen One for nothing.”

There was a quiet titter of laughter across the room, and Harry Potter closed his eyes behind the round frames of his glasses and looked down at the table. His bride squeezed his forearm gently and whispered something into his ear that no one else could have heard. When she faced forward again, both bride and groom were stifling giggles. Charlie smiled. Ginny really did look happier than he’d ever seen her.

“Now, I’ve already mentioned that Ginny is too stubborn for her own good, much like a few other young people in this room,” said Arthur, with a knowing smile. He looked over in the direction of their table, and added, “Don’t worry, I won’t be naming any names, Charlie.”

The laughter that echoed through the room was louder that time. Artemis flashed him a knowing grin.

“Told you so,” she said. He gently batted her across the back of her head. He obviously hadn’t meant to hurt her, but she winced.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered, realising that he’d just hit the exact part of her head that had hit the wall not long earlier. Artemis pursed her lips.

“Oh, you will be.”

“Anyway,” Arthur was saying, oblivious to their antics, “our Ginny being the stubborn girl that she is, I knew even then that it was only a matter of time before Harry chose her, too. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for us to accept him as one of our own all those years ago. Molly and I make no secret of the fact that we’ve always loved Harry like yet another son, and I’m so happy that today, we get to officially call him just that.

“I know that I’ve been rambling for some time, and Molly’s going into a state of shock that I’ve managed to talk for this long without even saying the word ‘Muggle’… Oh dear, now I’ve ruined it.” He grinned sheepishly, and for the third time, everyone laughed. “However, I cannot make a speech this afternoon without mentioning that even though today is one of the happiest of my life, there is a certain amount of sadness in this room, too.”

Charlie tensed involuntarily. Of course. It was always going to be a matter of time before someone mentioned the noticeable absence of his brother. He tried to swallow, but his throat had suddenly become too dry even for that.

“I don’t want to dwell on it too much,” his father said, with a sad smile, and eyes glistening with the threat of tears, “but there are so many people who sadly couldn’t be here today, and would have loved to have been.”

Arthur Weasley’s voice caught in his throat, and Charlie looked down at the table. He couldn’t bear to see his father cry. A small hand crept into his field of vision, and took hold of his. Charlie didn’t look up, but he squeezed Artemis’ hand gently, and didn’t let go of it.

“Fabian, Gideon, Albus, Alastor,” Arthur listed. “Frank and Alice, Pandora, Dobby, Cedric, Ted, Sirius, Remus and Dora—”

Charlie looked up now, trying to make eye contact with Artemis, but her eyes were straight ahead, fixed on the little pageboy in the seat opposite her, whose hair had now turned the same shade of red as all the Weasleys’. Her eyes were glazed and her face was blank. She was completely unreadable. Charlie squeezed her hand tighter.

“— and my own dear son, and Ginny’s beloved brother, Fred,” his father’s voice cracked again, but he recovered himself. Charlie’s knuckles were now white. “Last but not least, Harry’s parents, Lily and James, who I know would have been so proud to see what a fine young man they gave this world.

“We as a community and as a family may have lost so many people, but we carry them with us, always. But, like I said, I don’t want to dwell on that. Today is for the living, and I know we’ve done a lot of reminiscing in our speeches today — some of us a little too much reminiscing, maybe.” Arthur looked pointedly at his youngest son. “What I want to do now is look to the future. I can think we can all agree that it’s going to be a very bright one for these two. So, please, raise your glasses to my daughter and her husband.”

Several dozen chairs scraped the floor of the marquee as every single one of the wedding guests rose to their feet. Charlie picked up his champagne glass in his right hand. It felt strange to do so, but he knew that he couldn’t let go of Artemis’ hand to use his left. Not yet. He wasn’t ready. Judging by the fact that Artemis had neglected to pick up her glass at all, neither was she.

“To Harry and Ginny,” said Arthur, raising his glass.

His words echoed around the room, and everyone else lifted their glasses in the air. Charlie nudged Artemis with his elbow, and she seemed to wake up. She let go of his hand, picked up her glass, lifted it up and raised it, whispering the phrase, before hurriedly setting it back down without even drinking from it. Her hand took Charlie’s once more, and she offered him a very small smile, which he returned.

He had half-expected her to walk away as soon as the toast finished, for her default fight or flight response to kick in. But she didn’t. Instead, she stayed where she was: by his side, holding his hand, as if she knew that he just needed her to be there.

[fredgeorgegredfeorge]

Green-Eyed Monster | F.W.

For the first time ever, Fred Weasley finds himself jealous over the only person in the world he needn’t worry a bit about.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x f!reader

Word count: 8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral + fingering (f!receiving, (lots of) dirty talk, name calling, praise/degradation, dom/sub dynamic, some nipple play, touch of a breeding kink, possessiveness/jealousy, some toxic themes, established relationship, swearing, drinking, arguing, angst, fluff, sorry if miss any!

first hp fic in a very long time! what better to post than this mess (jealous, possessive, sexy mess). basically pwp—let me know what you think! (Barely edited at all lmao my apologies)

You sat quietly at George’s desk, eyes focused on a piece of parchment as you both tried to break down the recipe George had scribbled down. There was a hiccup, a hitch in the plan of brewing a batch of Euphoria Elixir for the joke shop, and it was pushing back your plans to place them on the shelves this week. After a few hours of quiet deliberation on his lonesome, George decided to seek your help in hopes of speeding up the process.

So, the two of you put your heads together and re-read the ingredient list a million times, wondering how the hell it turned out murky green instead of sunshine-y yellow. The cauldron sat smoldering across the room, a rain cloud above it as the bubbly mixture spilled over the sides. Upon first glance, you had stated the absolute obvious.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a rainbow?” You raised an eyebrow, looking at your brother-in-law as he collapsed in his chair.

“Yes, you git.” George rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a sharp look, warning him to be nice if he wanted your help. You knew George didn’t mean any of the insults—he was simply frustrated and maybe even a little embarrassed that he could not figure it out by himself. “Sorry, Y/N.” He conceded, realizing he came on a bit too strong.

“S’alright.” You assured him, stepping towards the desk where he sat. “Where’s the ingredient list? We’ll start there.” You offered, knowing you would help no matter how poor of a mood he was in. You loved George almost as much as you loved Fred, if you had to compare. Even if it was in a different way, you had a hard time refusing him when he used the same charm tactics as his twin brother.

After spending so many years in a relationship with Fred, it would be obscure for you not to have a bond with the closest person to him. Over the years, he’d surpassed a friend and had grown into your own brother. You were certain that no matter where life took you and Fred, George would always hold a special place in your heart. When the two opened their shop in Diagon Alley, you volunteered most of your free time to help them in any way you could, and whether it was tweaking new products or doing some of the dirty work, you never really minded.

That evening in specific, Fred was off on some ‘official business’, which really just meant meeting with a potential product buyer at The Leaky Cauldron. Last month, George took the burden of doing so, and they decided it was only fair for him to do it this time. Unfortunately for you, as much as you loved supporting them, it did interfere with your evening plans with him. So, sulking and trying your best to swallow it down, you distracted yourself with stocking shelves downstairs to prepare for another busy day ahead.

You were actually near grateful when George emerged from the office, calling out to you in desperation. It gave you a break from the monotonous back and forth, and someone to talk to. If it could not be Fred, you decided George was the next best.

“So, what’d’ya think it could be?” George asked, peeking over the cauldron that was still spitting back at him. He dodged out of the way, trying his best not to get any of the splashback on his new jumper.

“Well, from what you’ve told me, seems like you put all the right stuff in.” You deducted, pursing your lips slightly as you read over the list for what seemed like the millionth time. “Sad as it sounds, I doubt we can save it now, even if we figure out what happened.” You said, recalling your potions knowledge that Snape had relayed over the years.

“Right, but I’d like to know what’s wrong before I try again.” He explained, taking a moment to look over your sad expression. His eyebrows furrowed, his head cocking to the side as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Your eyes flickered upwards to meet his, your cheeks tinged red from the heat of the room. Your lips dipped into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, brushing him off so you did not need to explain yourself. “I know you better than that. Come on, now.” He urged, placing his palms flat against the desk as he leaned towards you, a challenging look in his eye.

You narrowed your brows, keeping a stony expression as you met his gaze. “What’s it to you, Weasley?” You shot back, unsure of where your defensive nature was coming from. Perhaps you weren’t willing to discuss your relationship problems with your boyfriend’s twin brother, or maybe it was because you felt foolish for being upset at all.

“Reckon we’re past that, hmm? Your problems are our problems, and all.” He responded, also unsure of why you were being so reserved with your thoughts. Usually, you were an open book, especially with the two of them.

“My problems aren’t your problems, Georgie.” You shook your head, shutting down the ridiculous notion. “Let’s get back to the real problem, yeah?”

“No, I don’t think so.” George disagreed, his concern now over something completely different. “Is it about Fred?” At that, the tips of your ears began to burn and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Ah, I see.” A devious smile crossed his lips.

“It’s not a big deal.” You covered your tracks, tapping the ink-less quill against the worn parchment.

“I have a hard time believing you, considering you just lied to me.”

“Lied is a strong word,” you rolled your eyes, quickly realizing that there would be no escaping the conversation. “I didn’t lie about anything.”

“What’s he done?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. “It’s just… I’m just being dramatic.” And it’s true, you were being dramatic. Well, maybe not fully, but that’s what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I just miss him, I suppose. I know you both have been busy, but I think maybe I underestimated how busy you would actually be.” You continued, knowing it was wrong to confide in his twin brother about your relationship issues. Still, it felt good to get it off your chest, to voice the concern and have someone shoot you down, just so you knew you were being irrational. “This is the third night in a row we’ve canceled our plans. I’ll get over it. It’s no big deal.”

“That’s a big deal.” He hummed, sympathizing with you to make you feel better. “Bloody inconsiderate, if you ask me.” But you weren’t asking him, and somehow his justification of your feelings only made you feel worse. “What? Not allowed to speak my mind?”

“No—“ you let out a defeated sigh, slumping down in your seat. “I know that, but I was hoping you would tell me I’ve gone mad, instead.”

“Blimey, Y/N, you’re allowed to be upset. We're busy, yeah, but you’re still his girlfriend.” George said, jumping slightly when the rain cloud above the cauldron let out a crack of thunder. “If you’d rather, we can forget the elixir and grab dinner instead. I’m not Fred, but I’m pretty damn close.” He gave you a cheeky smile, earning an honest laugh from you.

“S’alright, Georgie. Thank you, though.” You appreciated his kindness, but you were sure it would only make your predicament even worse, considering Fred’s recently acquired short-fuse when it came to you and George spending so much time together. It was odd for him to be so protective, so jealous of the one person in the world he needn’t worry about, but it seemed as though the new trait was permanent. Perhaps it came from the fact he was also missing you due to your busy schedules, and how it sometimes seemed you and George were most often left at the shop alone.

“You know, I have noticed that lately.” George continued, leaning against the desk as he reminisced over the last few weeks. “Always seems to be us stuck here together.”

“Mhm.” You mumbled, slowly realizing that you weren’t as insane as you previously thought if he was noticing all of the same things. “Let’s just figure this out so I can get home.”

So you did. A grueling hour spent recounting George’s every step in brewing the elixir left the two of you puzzled and even more frustrated. By that point in the night, you were hunched over the long list of his steps you had jotted down so you could (hopefully) discover what he missed.

“I dunno, Georgie.” You sighed. “Seems like you did everything—“ you cut yourself off, leaning closer to the page on the desk as you caught something you hadn’t seen before.

“What?” He asked, his head snapping towards you. “What is it?”

“You said when you let it simmer, it was turquoise.” You said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, confused why it was such a big deal.

“It’s meant to be blue.” You explained, a grin on your face as you relayed the information to him.

“Turquoise… blue… same thing, innit?” He asked, standing and walking over to you.

“Maybe to you.” You giggled, pointing to the piece of paper where he missed the step. “After you add the shrivelfig, you have to stir it until it changes color.” He walked up behind you, placing one hand on your arm as he leaned over your opposite shoulder. He smelled of butterbeer, likely due to the one he’d been nursing the entire time you sat together. You immediately noticed the warmth of his body, how similar it felt to how Fred touched you, but how drastically different it was all the same.

“Blimey, you’re right!” He exclaimed, his voice still soft so he was not yelling in your ear. “What would I do without you?” He gave your arm a gentle squeeze, leaning closer and pressing the side of his face to yours in a makeshift hug. His hand dropped to your back, lingering there as the conversation continued.

“It’s nothing, really.” You smiled, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth for a moment. “So now you know. You can do it again, but make sure to stir it until it’s blue. By tomorrow, we’ll have it bottled and on the shelves just like we planned.”

“Our number one girl, saving the day yet again.” He sighed in relief. “I better get to it—“

Before his thought could finish, the door to the office swung open, cutting him short. Your eyes turned upwards, landing on a slightly drunken version of the boyfriend who’d abandoned your evening plans. The gloss of his eyes and the goofy smile on his lips led you to believe so, and the redness on the apples of his cheeks only solidified it. Only his cheeky grin didn’t last too long when he processed the scene in front of him, how close the two of you were, how heavy George’s hand seemed on your back and how rosy your own cheeks were.

Quickly, his jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as he tried to decipher the whole situation. His nostrils flared ever so slightly, and his arms raised to cross over his chest. Immediately, you knew what you’d be in for; a long, tiresome argument that changed absolutely nothing. Instead of fighting the silent accusations, defending yourself for no real reason at all, you watched him with the same intensity while you awaited a snide comment.

“So what’s all this, then?” Fred asked, his face clearly conveying all of his emotions.

“Helping Georgie make the elixir while you were off getting sloshed at The Leaky Cauldron.” You muttered, noticing George straighten himself up in hopes of avoiding any further damage.

“I was not getting sloshed, I was doing business.” He corrected, defensive over the fact. “S’pose you were hoping I’d take a little longer, yeah? Give you some more time to cozy up with my brother?”

“Blimey, Fred. If you took any longer, I’d imagine you’d have to move in with the lad.” George took your side on the matter. “At least she wouldn’t have to worry about you missing dinner again.” At that, Fred’s eyes cut to you, immediately understanding where the underlying tension was coming from.

“Is that right?” Fred’s voice was no louder than a whisper, all of the pieces clicking together in an instant. “I don’t suppose the two of you had dinner? Let him fill in for me while I was gone?”

“No, we did not.” You snipped, standing as you gathered the ingredients for George’s second attempt at the brew.

“Yeah, right. What else did he fill in for, sweetheart? Anything you think I should know?” At that, your eyes widened and your face turned red. Your entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames, appalled that he would even think such a thing.

“Piss off, Fred.” You muttered, stepping out from behind the desk as tears stung your eyes. George shot you a sympathetic look as you pushed past his brother and out into the stairwell. You trodded down to the main level, swiping fallen tears away from your cheeks as you rushed out the front entrance of the building.

The cool air of the night was nice, especially after spending so long cramped up in the tiny office space, but it was not as freeing as you might have hoped once you heard footsteps following behind you. Without acknowledging him, you pulled your keys from your pocket, hoping that maybe he forgot his own set and you wouldn’t have to deal with his drunken arguments tonight if you got inside before him.

Of course, you knew that was childish and cruel, because despite being upset with him, loving him was the only thing you knew how to do. You unlocked the front door, holding it open with your boot-clad foot as he stumbled his way behind you. As soon as he passed through the doorway, you continued on your journey to ignore him and tossed your keys on the counter.

“Hey,” Fred reached out, his warm hand landing on your arm, stopping you from running any further from him.

“What?” You snapped, immediately regretting the harshness of your tone. He recoiled at the sound, shocked that you spoke to him in such a way. Usually the two of you saw eye to eye on everything, and in your long standing relationship arguing had never been your thing. Until you left school, you were certain the two of you had never been angry at each other, ever.

“What the bloody hell was that about? I leave for a few hours, and the two of you get on like that? Does that happen every time I step out?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes again, wondering why this became such a problem in the few short months you’d been graduated.

“Merlin, Fred. You’re acting like you caught us in a broom closet.” You tried again to make your way to the bedroom, unwilling to argue a point he knew was blasphemous anyhow. “We were working, not fucking.”

“Yeah, but I bet you would’ve let him, right?” He grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him. He pulled you into him, his athletic build never leaving him even after he stopped playing quidditch. “Bitching and moaning cause I couldn’t be home to take you to dinner… if you were so upset, why didn’t you come to me, princess? Tell me what was wrong?” You could smell fire whiskey on his breath, feeling his chest heaving with anger against your own. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal run through you. The slight sneer on his face, the fire in his eyes, and the protective hold he had on you was sending your head spinning with thoughts much less pertinent to the topic at hand.

“Maybe I would have if you spared me the time of day.” You argued, finding yourself short of breath as you realized just how much he towered over you. “But, as it seems, you’ve been too damn busy to spare me a second glance.”

“Christ, when did you get so needy?” His rebuttal came easy, like he’d been waiting to have this fight for weeks. “Weren’t satisfied at home, so you thought my brother could do it for you?”

“Are you daft?” You hissed, feeling his fingers tighten on your hips. You hated that the feeling made you forget about your troubles, urging you to push the argument to the side and settle it in a better, more pleasurable way. “If that’s what I wanted, you think I’d be up here arguing with you?”

“That depends, sweetheart. Were you planning on getting caught?” He raised an eyebrow, the thud of his heart against his chest letting you know just how worked up he was. There was no way he truly believed you would do that to him, especially after all you had been through together. You wondered if maybe the lack of time spent with each other was getting to him, souring his thoughts because he missed you just as much as you missed him. “We may be identical, Princess, but he could never give you what I can.”

You hated to admit it, but for some strange reason, jealousy looked really good on him.

“What, a headache and a poor mood?” You decided to play his game if he wasn’t willing to listen to reason. If he wanted to fight, you could do it too. “I’m sure he could manage. In fact, he could probably do a hell of a lot more.” That seemed to strike a nerve in him, pushing him over the edge in an instant and changing the entire mood hanging heavy in the room. He no longer wanted to talk, but rather prove a point.

He took a step backwards, never easing his hold as he pushed you towards the kitchen table. He didn’t stop until your ass hit the edge, a mischievous look in his eye replacing the earlier annoyance. He had you locked in place, no intent to back down as he stared down at you over the bridge of his nose. Then, a small smirk turned the corner of his lips, leading you to believe he was also thinking of a much more simple way to solve your problems.

“Maybe you just need a reminder of who you belong to, yeah?” He asked, his voice quieter than it was before. You felt your mouth run dry, your eyes never leaving his as a dull ache between your legs began to pester you.

That would make you feel better, but he had pissed you off enough that you wanted to refuse him the satisfaction.

“Maybe we should get Georgie up here. According to you, he’d be the one to set me straight.” There was a slight venom in your tone letting him know you wouldn’t be letting anything go so easily. A low chuckle shook his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with a sinister look you weren’t sure you’d ever seen from him before that night. He shook his head ever so slightly, playing into you as he reached one arm behind you.

Your heart raced as you awaited a response, wondering if maybe you pushed him too far and crossed a boundary you could not double back on. You didn’t have to wonder long, because without a second thought, he cleared all of the items littering the table with one swift move of his arm. Papers scattered everywhere, floating through the air and landing all over the floor. Broken products and half finished merchandise for the shop tumbled off the edge, falling less than gracefully onto the tile below. Without ever breaking eye contact, he raised an eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“You think he can fuck you better than I can?” He asked, giving you the opportunity to change your mind.

“Right now? Yeah.” You spat, wondering if he’d ever drop the act and get on with his day. “Seems like all you want to do is get on my nerves.”

“Yeah?” He challenged, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin. The tip of his nose grazed your own, his normally warm and comforting irises engulfed by his lust-blown pupils. Or perhaps it was anger that gave him the new look—you weren’t quite sure. “You’d rather go home with him at night? Wake up next to him every morning? Is that really what you want, princess?” He taunted, knowing very well that your heart was his, even if he found himself caught up in a few moments of doubt.

Still neglecting to give him any gratification, you nodded your head despite the sickening feeling that washed over you at the thought. As if he called your bluff before you ever said it aloud, he laughed at the certainty in your action, which only seemed to anger you further.

“If that’s the case, seems like I’ve got my work cut out for me tonight.” He responded, brushing the comment off as if it were nothing. If there was one thing Fred couldn’t ever turn down, it was a challenge, and since coming upstairs with you, it was only further proven to him that’s all this was. “Maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable, sweetheart. After so long, you think you’d know that you’re mine, huh?” Before he continued his tyrant, he used his hands on your hips to lift you onto the table with ease. The ache between your legs had grown stronger, more intense and impossible to ignore. You could feel the wetness soaking through your panties, and the thought of his strong arms lifting you so carelessly only made you spiral further. “Maybe I expect too much of you.” He theorized, recognizing the gleam in your eyes because he’d seen it a thousand times before.

He let his hands trail under the hem of your jumper, settling on the button of your jeans as he undid it with ease. You never let your eyes trail from his face, realizing that no matter how upset you were, it could never take away from how much you loved him. He was beautiful, his fiery red hair and the freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose creating a perfect picture. The softness of his complexion and the gentleness hidden deep in his expression assured you that whatever the two of you were doing was nothing more than an act. He knew you were his just as well as you did, but he knew the only way to settle the (admittedly, misguided) fear was to hear you say it aloud.

You helped him pull the fabric from your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lifted your hips from the table. He discarded the clothing on the floor, paying no mind to it as he returned his hands to your bare legs. His eyes searched your face, carefully looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he was met with a pleading expression that only seemed to fuel his too large ego even further.

“No matter,” he disregarded his earlier rant, his eyes growing heavy as his hand fell between your legs. His fingertips grazed the thin fabric separating him from your core, a shiver running down his spine as he noticed the arousal that had soaked straight through. “I don’t mind having to show you. Least I’ll get to have my fun too, yeah?” He applied slight pressure to your aching clit, watching to see your reaction. Your eyebrows knitted together, your lips parting slightly as your hips moved forward into his hand, your body betraying your mind and begging him for something more.

At that, a grin encased his face, happy to see that he hadn’t lost his touch, even if your lives were vastly different and ever-changing by the day. He knew exactly how to make you feel good, and he took pride in it.

“See, Princess? She’ll always tell me the truth.” He taunted, his voice quiet as his eyes trailed down to his hand. You swallowed hard, knowing he had you in a stalemate. “Tell me again, who do you think knows how to make you feel good? Who does it best?” He was on a power trip, unwilling to slow down until he heard you admit it. Still, you stood your ground, pressing your lips tightly together so not a single sound could pass through. His grin faded, slowly sinking into a scowl as your disobedience remained clear.

He removed his finger from you, tracing the hem of your panties as he hooked his finger through the side of the fabric resting on your hip. He awaited an answer, giving you the opportunity to change your mind. When you kept your stoicism, he gave one, hard tug on the lacy fabric until it snapped in two. He used his other hand to do it to the opposite side, giving himself easy access to you without hearing a complaint on your end.

“So you don’t care who’s between your legs?” He continued, unrelenting as you stared him down. “Doesn’t matter who, as long as there’s a cock in you? As long as someone’s taking care of your pretty pussy?” Your cheeks flushed, your chest burning as the filthy words washed over you. “Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. When I’m done with you, I’ll be the only person you can think of. Surely then you won’t be able to forget who you belong to.”

His hand connected with your bare cunt, his fingers trailing through your arousal and settling over your clit as he began to trace slow circles into the sensitive area. Your legs trembled at the contact, finally feeling some relief from the nagging sensation that had been taking over.

“Fuck. Fred.” You whispered, giving yourself away immediately. He let out a low hum, pleased with the sound and knowing he was the reason for it. He had you where he wanted you, and now he just had to keep up the pace. You could feel his hardening length against your leg, distracting you completely from the pent up anger and frustration.

“That’s it.” He encouraged, his middle finger sinking inside of you as he let his thumb take over on your clit. “That’s my girl.” He made sure to accentuate the claim, never once letting you forget it. “All you needed was a little help remembering.” Slowly, he pumped his finger into you, keeping time with his thumb as he began to work you towards a climax. “You want to say it for me? Tell me what I already know?” Instead of responding, you let out a whine, your hips bucking forward into his hand. Although it wasn’t what he was looking for, it was just enough for him to keep going.

He curled his fingers as he pumped them into you, begging for a reaction as your hand wrapped around his bicep for support. You felt the tense of his muscles as he worked at you, only pushing you closer to insanity. You were his, undoubtedly and wholeheartedly, and you would be crazy to ever want anyone else.

“Stubborn little thing tonight.” He remarked, his eyes focused on the point in which his hand met with you, never breaking his stare as he watched his fingers disappear into you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Need more, Freddie.” You replied, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pleasure pulsing under your skin. It had been a long time since you felt him this way, and your impatience was quite clear.

“My little whore needs more?” He teased, applying a little more pressure with his thumb. A gasp fell from your lips, sending your upper half leaning forward until your forehead rested against his. “Asking a lot from someone you aren’t being very good for.” He chastised you for your behavior despite being the one that caused the problem in the first place.

“M’sorry, my love. S-so sorry.” You rushed out, his fingers brushing against the sweet spot inside you only he knew how to find.

“That’s not what I want to hear sweetheart, and you know it.” His tone was firm, unrelenting as he continued his torment. You let out a groan of frustration, wishing he’d quicken the pace and give you what you wanted, even though you refused to give in to him.

He leaned forward, closing the gap between your mouths as he grew tired of waiting for the words he wanted to hear. He tasted like the whiskey that had been fuelling his poor mood, sweet and bitter all at once as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You hated how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess, hated how easy it was for him to make you forget you were angry at all. You pulled him closer to you, holding his arm tightly so he would not pull away. You were stubborn, but despite that, you were showing him everything he wanted to see through your actions alone.

You broke from the kiss as a particularly intense wave of euphoria pulled your stomach. Your forehead continued to rest on his, holding you upright as he continued to give you just enough to keep you satisfied.

“Say it, princess.” His voice was low, raspy and laced with desire as he watched you turn into a mess below him. “Tell me you’re all mine. Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” Instead, you connected your mouths again, letting a desperate moan out at the same time. He drank in the sound, his cock throbbing as his hips jutted forward into nothing. He was almost more desperate than you were, which only allowed for you to take him less seriously.

“G-gonna have to try harder than that.” You found a peculiar pleasure in leaving him on edge, giving him a taste of his own medicine as he continued to torture both of you at once. “Show me why I should say it, Freddie. Seems like you’re all t-talk.” You stuttered, tripping over your words as you tried to keep your composure.

He withdrew his hand from you, making you cry out in frustration from the loss of pleasure. Your eyes met his, desperation written all over your face as you protested his actions. Silently, he sunk to his knees between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the table by your hips. He didn’t spare a single glance at your face before his tongue connected with your core, the warm wetness of his tongue even more pleasurable than the rough pad of his thumb.

You laid back on the table, your hands sinking downwards and tangling in the soft locks of hair. Although you were denying him of the statement he wanted to hear, you could not deny that your last argument was wholly untrue. Fred was determined to prove a point, and he was doing it well.

You weren’t far off from an orgasm, his tongue making quick work at pushing you to the edge. The sounds falling from your lips were telling of your current state, and as delirium began to set in, your defenses began to break down.

He suctioned his lips around your clit, adding his fingers to the mix and returning to his earlier pace to torture you further. Every nerve in your body was ablaze with desire, need seeping from every pore as you realized just how badly you needed the release. Sick of the game, you finally broke in fear he would leave you hanging yet again.

“Oh, god.” You gasped, your legs resting over his shoulders in attempt to stop the constant trembling of the lips. “I’m yours, Fred, fuck!” You exclaimed, a sheen layer of sweat forming over your forehead as the knot in your belly began to tighten. “Only you can make me feel this good. Nobody else.” You whined, your fingers tightening on the locks of hair as you began to tug at the strands. You could feel him smiling against you, happy to finally hear you admit the truth.

Pleased with your confessions, he curled his fingers against your g-spot one last time, generously giving you the very thing you’d been pleading for. In a mess, your entire body tensed as the pleasure took hold. The orgasm washed over you, leaving your heart racing against your chest and your head swirling with filthy thoughts for the boy between your legs. A hum of approval let you know he was more than happy with your performance, and he kept his pace until he felt you relax against the table below you.

Once he knew he’d gotten the most out of you, he rose to his feet, towering over you as you laid below him. In the dim moonlight, you could see your orgasm glistening on his chin, only furthering his cockiness as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip so he did not waste a drop of it.

“Always taste so sweet, princess.” He whispered, using one hand to free himself from his pants and his boxers. “And it’s all for me.” He continued, slipping his shirt from his head. He used it to wipe his face clean before tossing it on the floor to join the growing pile of clothes. With shaky hands, you lifted your upper half from the table and pulled your own jumper over your head. “Isn’t that right?” He stepped toward, settling between your legs as his hands ghosted over your bare thighs.

You let out a whimper, his grip landing on your already sore hips as his eyes raked over your entire frame. Your gaze flickered to his cock, hard and aching for relief as he continued to tease you. His fingers tickled your stomach as he trailed his touch upwards, his palm landing flat against your breast as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He let the pad of his thumb brush over your hardened nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through you.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He wasn’t playing anymore; he wanted to hear the words, and he was done with your obstinacy. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger,

“Yes,” you huffed, already forgetting the pleasure from your first climax as a whole new wave of need began to take over. “I’m yours, Fred. All yours.” You reiterated your earlier statement, now willing to do whatever he wanted of you to prove the point.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He shot you a twisted little smile, almost as if he was getting off just from the thought of you begging for him.

“I need it, baby. Need to feel you, please.” You whined, reaching for his arms and pulling him closer. “Want you so bad, Fred. Been waiting all night for it.” You felt the tip of his cock connect with your cunt, his expression faltering as soon as he felt the wetness.

“God, you make it so hard to be upset with you.” He hissed the words through his teeth, using his hand to guide himself through your folds as he sucked in a sharp breath. He settled himself just over your already sensitive clit, pushing his hips forward ever so slightly to apply pressure to the spot. “Sound so pretty when you’re begging to be fucked.”

Slowly, he let his tip run back through your arousal, settling the head just at your entrance. He pushed himself forward, but just barely. You whimpered as you braced yourself for the feeling, only to be let down when he stopped himself from going any further.

“Fred,” you warned, catching his eye so he could see your desperate face. You hoped that if he did, he would stop being such a tease. “Please fuck me.”

“What was that?” He smirked, turning his head slightly so his ear was closer to you. “Didn’t quite catch it.”

“Fred, stop—“ you cut yourself off, letting out a huff of annoyance. You knew chastising him for his actions would only make him less likely to give in, even if it was incredibly hard to hold it back. “I need you to fuck me.” You repeated, clearer and louder in hopes of swaying his decision. “Can’t wait any longer, baby. Please.”

At that, he pushed forward the rest of the way, sending your entire body raising with goosebumps. The stretch as he filled you was exactly what you craved, and as he reached the hilt, his tip brushed against your g-spot so delicately that it almost made you come undone right then and there. Your eyelids grew heavy with satisfaction, focusing on how full you felt with him inside of you, knowing that he for certain would always be the one for you.

“That good enough for you, Princess? This is what you wanted?” He asked, letting himself rest inside you for a moment. He felt your walls flutter around him, pulling him even further and making it harder for him to resist you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, giving him a tired nod of agreement. You could feel him throbbing inside of, desperate for a release just like you had been moments before, but he was still trying to prove his point.

“Nobody else gets to have you like this, sweetheart. You’re mine.” He whispered, now sober from the alcohol but intoxicated by an even stronger, deadlier force; you. “He couldn’t fuck you like this, and you know it.” As he spoke, he withdrew his hips and slammed them forward into you again. The action stole the breath from your lungs, twisting your stomach with pleasure as your nails scratched over his skin.

He began at a pace, slower than normal but the force behind his movements making your head spin. You moaned quietly, lost within the feeling of being so close to him. He never failed to take your breath away, never failed to amaze you with his every move. You were so in love with him it sometimes felt like there was no room within your heart for anyone or anything else.

“Tell me, Y/N.” He ordered, his stare never wavering as he fucked into you. As much as he wanted to succumb to the sensation of you wrapped around him, he found it hard to push the thoughts of your earlier arguments out of his head. “You think he’d fuck you like this? You think he could make you feel this good?”

“No, Freddie.” You gasped, feeling the strength of his thrusts increase, sending the legs of the table wobbling. His fingers tightened on your hips, likely leaving behind angry red marks that would fade into reminders of him for days to come.

“That’s it, Princess.” He panted, his chest heaving as he tried to resist the pull of pleasure. “Don’t you think, not even for a second, that anyone can give you half of what I can.” You both knew this to be fact; nobody in the entire world could ever compare to him. “And why do you think that is?”

“‘C-cause I’m yours,” you managed to stutter out the response, watching him as the statement washed over. He brought his hand to your thigh, your legs wrapped tightly around you as he pulled you back on him with every thrust. His head fell back on his shoulders, the dim light of the room casting a beautiful hue over his already breathtaking features.

“That’s right,” he grunted, slamming his hips forward again. There was a thin layer of sweat sheen on his chest, the toned muscles of his abdomen flexing every time he moved. The exposed columns of his neck made your mouth water, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed back his own groans of pleasure. “Was that why you were mouthing off? You just needed someone to take care of you? Just needed me to fuck you?”

“God, yes.” You moaned, feeling the pressure in your belly begin to reach a peak.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? All over my cock?” He smiled, looking down at you so he could appreciate the view. “Come on now, making a fucking mess of it.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, his words hitting you hard and causing the tightening knot in your belly to tense even further.

“That’s my pretty girl. Just like that.” He continued to encourage you, studying your expression as pleasure began to twist it.

It didn’t take much more for you to descend into another orgasm, your entire body quivering as you cried out for him, singing his name like a hymn and he was the god in which you prayed to. Your throat was raw, raspy from the constant string of moans passing your lips. You were tired, almost too fucked out to continue on, but he was having none of it. He didn’t slow his pace as you came down from the high, instead speeding up and ensuring that he pulled your entire body down on him as he fucked into you.

“Freddie, please.” You breathed, feeling the threat of overstimulation begin to creep in. He would have had sympathy had he known you couldn’t take it, but he was confident in your ability to keep up with him.

“What’s wrong, Princess? Wanted it so bad and now you can’t handle it?” He asked, his eyes glazed over with lust as he felt himself approaching his own orgasm. You frowned at his words, now on a quest to prove your own point as you tried to ignore the stinging beginning to set in.

“I can t-take it.” You huffed, a shiver running down your spine as he reached upwards and palmed your breast. He gave the supple flesh a gentle squeeze, his eyes closing in bliss as he let himself slip out of the persona he had created.

“Being so good for me—just a bit longer now.” He whispered, his voice far away as his eyes settled over your face once more. “Bloody hell, Y/N.” he groaned, his forehead creasing as his eyebrows furrowed together. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He slipped his hand between your legs, his thumb landing atop your clit. He traced slow circles, knowing you were a bit further behind him and unwilling to climax without giving you at least one more. He could see how tired you were, but it did not deter him from his commitment to pleasing you.

“I love you, Fred.” You whispered, softened entirely by the sweet look in his eyes. All of his previous anger fled, leaving him just as the boy you’d fallen so hopelessly for.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He hummed, his hips stuttering and his stature faltering. “Give me one more, yeah? I know you can do it.” And he was right, your entire body was ablaze with another orgasm much more powerful than the last two.

“Together?” You gasped, reaching up and settling your palm on his cheek.

“Yeah? You want to cum with me?” He encouraged your train of thought. “Want me to fill that pretty cunt? Really show you who you belong to?”

“Fuck yes, please.” You cried, your fingertips tangling in the locks of hair hanging over his ears. Your walls clenched around him, drawing him in and effortlessly finishing what you had started.

You felt his hips stall, a low growl leaving his lips as he pulled you down on him one last time. He managed to whisper your name as he spilled his release into you, the feeling of him filling you completely sending you spiraling on your own accord. You let out a defeated sigh, the tail end of it turning into a whine as your body went rigid. Your nails scratched at the skin of his arm, your hand on him the only thing keeping you tied to earth instead of floating up and through the clouds.

The both of you rode the high together, euphoria infiltrating every nerve in both of your bodies as he leaned down towards you. Ever so gently, he laid his head on your chest, which was still heaving as you tried to catch up from the lack of oxygen. He placed a plethora of small kisses against the warm skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he appreciated the comfort that came with your company.

Silence hung heavy between you for a few moments, neither of you sure where to go from there. You were still strung out on bliss, barely remembering what got the two of you in the position until he spoke again.

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” His voice barely broke through the room, so timid and shy that you almost missed it completely. “I know you’d never do that. Just got in my head, I s’pose.”

“I… I get it.” You sighed, twisting a lock of his hair. “If I walked in on that, after us being so.. you know. I’d likely feel it too.” You confessed. “I was upset that we had to cancel dinner. I am upset, but not at you.” You tried your best to explain yourself despite exhaustion eating away at your mind. “I’m just upset because I miss you. You’re so busy now, and I’m happy for you, really, but I miss you too.”

“You think I was bloody happy about it?” Fred chuckled, the tip of his fingers tracing shapes into your skin. “I’d much rather be here, with you.” At that, you relaxed completely, understanding that you had gotten too far into your own head. “It’s my favorite place to be. Always has been.”

“Mine too, Fred.” You hummed, smiling softly at the thought.

“I reckon I was a bit jealous, ‘specially at the thought of you and George spending so much time with each other. Would rather it be me, you know, sitting at the shop and laughing with you all night… taking you out for dinner… loving you.” Another gentle kiss was placed to your chest, just before he looked up to meet your eyes. The soft, warm, familiar sight made you feel at ease. He was back to being your Fred, the one you missed all along.

“Darling, you have nothing to be jealous about.” You promised, smiling as he placed a quick peck on your lips. “Though, if it means we get to have brilliant sex like that, by all means do what you have to do.” You explained. “Bloody brilliant, at that.” Without any further words, the two of you descended into a fit of laughter and the clouds that previously hung above your head seemingly cleared in an instant, easily proving to him there was really never a need to worry at all.

[rainydayathogwarts]

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Here's my navigation for my other masterlists!

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Jealous, jealous, jealous girl - ** ron notices you upping the PDA when Lavender starts flirting with him and you decide to show her who he belongs to.

popular!shy!reader - * ron’s friends think you were the one who made the move but are shocked to find out the opposite.

the dream** - ron has a dirty dream and wakes up hard next to reader

Needy** - needy!ron misses you because you've been taking NEWTs too seriously but he finds the perfect moment to drag you into an empty classroom.

Overstimulation with dom!Ron**

Goodbye kisses that last longer than intended blurb

Opposite teams** - You play a Quidditch match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser.

Glossy lips - Wiping off lip gloss from his lips after a kiss

Late to class** - Ron doesn't want you to leave to class so soon and manages a convincing excuse for you to stay

Ron won't stop complaining about Seamus and his girlfriend taking up the dorm until he's the one with a girl in there. coming soon...

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Snake ring* - In which the twins pull you into a game of seven minutes in heaven.

Dry-humping Neville at a party**

Kiss and tell - In which a very aware y/n of Neville's crush on her gets the courage to make a move.

Stolen glances - Stealing glances at each other across the room until your friends notice.

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Harry's bi awakening

"You knew?" "You didn't?" - In which the twins only just find out their sister is dating Harry.

Me and You - You keep telling Ron to just 'ask her out' but he won't take your word seriously until you take your own advice. Somehow, you both end up with dates...

Sub!harry begging mean!slytherin!reader to let him cum, but she's having too much fun... coming soon

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I already won - even though he very much lost the game, he still won you.

How they react when you tell them you're in the mood - Oliver wood edition

Blood, dirt and reunions - You almost die and reunite with an old ex-boyfriend... or not.

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Tipsy - Seamus takes care of you when you're drunk.

Safe in his arms - Brother!Harry Potter makes Seamus promise him to keep you safe because of how obvious your feelings are for each other.

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Just a swim - Percy's partner tries to get him to break a couple of rules.

How they react when you're in the mood*

'For the first time in his life, Percy pushes academics aside to focus on a girl, but his family doesn't know and thinks he has gone down a dark road.' coming soon...

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Guilt trip - Charlie tries to guilt trip the reader to visit his family with him.

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What's her face - Rita skeeter being annoying

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'Reader wakes George up to go out for a morning walk at the Burrow but George is feeling quite frisky and drags you behind a tree to give you some pleasure.' coming soon...

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No disturbances - You and Cedric make such a cute couple that teachers have turned a blind eye to several accounts of PDA.

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Someone finds out you're dating

he gets turned on at the wrong time*

She gets turned on at the wrong time*

[smuttyazrael]

Wolfy problem Part 2

Word count: 2,095

Summary: Bill gets turned into a werewolf. Wolves need breastmilk to live. They thrive under thier special breastmilk. Y/N volunteers to be his wet nurse.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral, Sexual intercourse, Fingering, Cum kink, Lactation kink, breeding kink, Voyeurism, Exibitionism, Public.

Heading to Bills house was actually a lot of fun. He lives in a cottage by the sea. It's absolutely beautiful. He gave you a quick tour and you sucked him off before you guys went to sleep for the night.

The next morning, the sun rises waking me up. The whole room lite up by the sun. You're curled up into his side. You see the blanket tented again and slip under it.

You take him in your hand caressing him admiring his size. You give it a lick up the shaft. A bead of precum wells at the top of his slit and you lick it off. Moaning at the taste. You ingulf his head in your mouth.

You feel his fingers thread through your hair. "Fuck babygirl, wake me up like this every morning." He moans out as he thrusts himself deeper. "Gonna cum lots for you." He tells you as you feel it spurt out his shaft onto you tongue, the salty taste exploding. You moan at the taste. His spurts taper off and you lick off his cock making sure to get every drop. "Good girl. Cleaning my cock up. You got milk to feed me? I'm really hungry" you pop up from under the blankets.

"Maybe, I was told to take three loads before I started producing." You tell him.

"Lets try then" he says latching on to your tit. Massaging it as he gulps down your milk. You start rubbing you pussy on his thigh. Moaning as you clit brushes againt his thick muscluar thigh with every thrust. His eyes are closed with a peaceful look as he continuously glups down your milk. His cock twitching with every pull his mouth makes on you tit.

"Bill!" You cry out cumming on his thigh soaking it in you slick. His cock leaking precum. His head turning purple. Bill switches tits. You gasp on to his fuck stick. Jerking it as he trusts into your fist. Groaning around your nipple. Before long hes letting out a moan and ropes of cum cover his chest. He unlatches from you tit.

"Your letting my percious cream go to waste, baby. You better be cleaning that up." He tells you his eyes filled with lust and a smirk on his face. You go down licking off his chest. Moaning constantly at the taste as he praises you. "Your milk is the best thing I've ever tasted. I am so happy I get to drink this my whole life,"

"You do like it?" You ask shyly coming up to face him after finishing licking up his cum.

"I love it. I will drink it as much as I can. I will fill your belly with so much cum just so I have to drink from you more." He promises. You two getting up. He walks around the cottage his hard cock swaying around as he moves with confidence. You follow him a little more shy.

"I have to go to work today. Do you have class?" He asks you as he makes you two breakfast.

"No, not today. I have the rest of the week off." You whisper wishing you had his cofindence.

"Okay, you will come to gringotts with me today. Then tonight we have an order meeting."

"Okay, I can bring some homework to do." You offer.

"You won't need that. I'm gonna keep your mouth full of cum all day. I need your tits leaking and achy for me." He tells you plating the food for you. You blush.

You both eat up and hurry getting ready for Bills work. But not before Bill gets another two loads down your throat and pins you against the wall giving you a screaming orgasm. You both arrive at Gringotts late with Bills cock still throbbing.

"Fuck, I have a meeting. Come on." He drags you to a board room. He sits down in the middle of the table. "Come suck my cock. I can't concentrate with it leaking so much prefuck. I need your mouth like a good girl." He tells you.

You feel your panties get wet. You kneel under the table taking his cock in your mouth sucking it. You get drstracted by the massive meat stick in front of you. Enjoying the wieght on your tongue and how it is pouring precum. Bill has his finger laced you your hair. All of a sudden you hear Bill speak.

"The... fuck.... vase.... is .... *groan*...def-*moan*-initely.... cursed." He struggles out. "We... fuck me.... need to.... fuuuuuck" his cum splashing the back of your throat him panting loadly. All eyes are on him as he just leans back in his chair blissed out. "We need to remove each curse layer by layer." He finally gets out.

"Alright, curse breaker Weasley says thats what we need to do. Thats what we will do." A man says clapping his hands. Everyone leaves but the man and Bill.

Bills cock is hard again and hes thrusting it into your mouth.

"How is everything going, Bill? I heard about the bite." The man says clapping Bill on the shoulder.

"It's going actually reather well, Howard. Y/N a friend of my little bothers stepped up to be my wet nurse." Bill says in between thrusts and moans.

"I can see. You gonna marry her man?" Howard asks peeking under the table to get a quick look at you.

"Marry her. Knock her up with my pups. I'm gonna do it all. Fuck... baby girl here it comes." He says with a groan cumming again. "I can't wait till shes round with my pups." He says to Howard blissed out and panting.

"Sounds like the best thing that could have happened. I'll talk to you later man. Gonna find me wife and see if she is willing to suck me off under my desk." Howard says clapping his shoulder again and leaving the room. Bill pulls you up onto his lap and gives you a kiss.

"Your perfect, baby girl." He says pulling your top down. Latching on and suckling. You moan thrusting on his thigh again. "Thats it Y/N take your pleasure from me. Only I will give it to you." He mumbles around your boob. You moan out cumming soaking your panties completely. He unlatches pulling your top up. He stands you up lifting your skirt and pulling down your panties. He taps your leg to get you to step out of them. You do. "I'm gonna keep these." He says standing tucking them into his pocket. He walks to his desk and puts a pillow on the floor under it.

"What will I wear?" You ask confused.

"Your slick on your thighs, sweet girl. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel. If your good before the order meeting Ill pump you full of my baby juice and I can watch it drip out of you all meeting." He says as his cock throbbs again. He helps you get under his desk and gets to work.

You suck his cock all day. Surprisingly your jaw not hurting. Maybe his cum has something to do with it. By the end of the day you have sucked down so much cum you've lost count how many loads. Your tits and aching and leaking. Your top is soaked in milk, but you didn't say anything not wanting to bother his workflow. He stands you up seeing tears in your eyes about how sore your boobs are.

"Baby girl, whats the matter?" He asks wiping your tears with his thumbs.

"My tits." You whine pitifully. He looks down.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asks pulling your top down latching on immediately. He gulps down as much as fast as he can. Sitting you down on his lap. Your tits feeling better almost right away.

"I didn't want to bother you." You mumble to him.

"Never is sucking your beautiful tits a bother." He says switching to the other. He gulps the milk down quickly. "We gotta go. We are late for the order meeting."

He drags you after covering your tits with your top again. Not that it covers much because its all wet. You both floo to the burrow. He sits down at the table. Pulling out his cock and pulls you to sit on it.

You look up noticing Hermione shifting around in her seat.

"Need a nice big cock to fill you too." Charlie asks her. She blushes.

"No, just feeling funny." Hermione says. Bill and you watch with interest.

"Well, I have just the thing. Come here you can sit on my lap. I'll make it better." Charlie coaxes. Finally after a while Hermione gets up to walk around the table. Charlie quickly pushes down his sweats under his balls. His cock hitting his abs with a quiet thwack. You can see his sweats have a round dot of pre cum. Hermione blushes seeing his cock when she gets beside him. "Don't worry about him. He will make you feel better." He says to Hermione with a smile.

"Will it fit?" She asks curiously.

"Y/N can fit Bills which is bigger and she is smaller then you. It will fit." Charlie says lifting her on to it. They both moan as it fills her. Bill starts thrusting into you cumming with a moan.

"That was so hot Charlie." He moans out cumming.

"Yeah, having best friends with our cocks in thier pussys. Maybe you should bite me on the full moon and Hermione here will be my wet nurse." Charlie says pulling her against his chest. Hermione blushes looking down.

Harry and Ron both walk in. Harry looks at you and Hermione sitting on Bill and Charlies lap in shock. Ron just turns red in anger. Bill ignoring them both thrusting into you. Charlie is doing baby thrusts into Hermione.

"Bill, Charlie, do you really need to be doing that at a meeting?" Molly asks them.

"Bill gets his cock in Y/Ns pussy. And Hermione was feeling empty. I'm only happy to help her out." Charlie says with a smirk thrusting hard into Hermione causing her to moan out loud. "Thats a good girl." Charlie praises and Hermione moans loudly. You get wetter watching and listening. "You like when I praise you. You gush so much." Charlie says to her.

"So does Y/N. She will turn into a fountain when I praise her and she apparently likes it when you praise Hermione." Bill tells Charlie while still thrusting into you.

"Okay, Bill why are you doing this with Y/N at the table?" Molly says a little taken aback.

"Need to fill her with my pups before the final battle. I don't want her fighting. And if shes either carrying my pups or just given birth she can't fight." Bill says like its the most obvious thing in the world. You cum hard on his cock squeezing the cum out of it. "Uhh Y/N you like the idea of being full with my pups." Bill groans spurts coating your womb.

"Fuck!" You hear Charlie yell cumming in Hermione. "Your best friend being round with my brothers babies turn you on. You want a baby with her." Charlie says cumming in Hermione as she screams his name cumming on him.

The meeting goes on with everyone ignoring Charlie, Hermione, Bill and yourself. You four cumming throughout the meeting. Them understanding that the only way you and Hermione would step out of the fight is if you two are pregnant. You both are too cock drunk to fight it.

You stand up after the meeting. Getting off of Bills cock. His cum spits out of you falling to the ground with a splat. "Hey, I worked hard to put that in you." He teases. Him and Charlie hug while you and Hermione both stand there with a far away look. "You better sleep with her on your cock tonight of she might crash." Bill tells Charlie.

"Your right. I will deal with her come down in the morning" he says.

Bill and you both leave for the cottage. Bill strips you as soon as he walks in and then strips himself. Leaving both your clothes at the door. He pulls you into the kitchen and heats up some food. He them pulls you on to his lap, latching on to you tit suckling while he feeds you. Before long, you both head to bed. He places you on top of him and falls asleep suckling

[mrsstruggle]

All The Good Girls Go To Hell Masterlist // Harry Potter AU // ONGOING

Summary: It's been a year since the war ended. Cedric Diggory is found dead and in debt to The Damnation. His sister, Y/N Diggory, offers to take her brother's place in The Damnation to pay off his debt, but things become complicated when she starts to develop feelings for the two handsome leaders.

[OC version on Wattpad]

Pairings: Y/N Diggory x Fred Weasley, Y/N Diggory x George Weasley (separately, not together because I will not write that)

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else), and A Lot of Smut!!

Posting Schedule: New Chapters every Tuesday and Friday at 7PM CT!

Note: This is a Harry Potter AU. This is set after the war.

Another Note: Cedric was not killed during the Triwizard Tournament, but he was tortured at the cemetery.

***I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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Prologue

[talesof-old]

Hello, its the “male?” asker

and I only put it there because I checked your requirements and it said you wouldnt do specific body types

but yes male reader would be lovely.

okay great!! i also double checked my requirements because this had me second guessing whether i did put something there lmao

thanks for the request! i have one i’m hoping to finish tonight and then i’ll be working on this one ❤️

[wannabemurdock]

Hiya Moony

Back again, got a key cut so I could get in whenever. Oh yeah I have to give yours back btw. You were busy so I just borrowed it but I got you a cool keyring for it! It came in a Christmas bonbon a few years ago and I didn't know what to do with it

Anyway the purpose of me stopping by was to leave a kinktober request (I used it to wrap your now pimped up key, might be a bit smudgy though because all I had to write on was a lotto ticket and we know how ridiculously garbagio the paper quality is with those)

Oh yeah no that's illegible, i'll just tell you.

Charlie Wesley and edging.

(if you don't wanna publish this ask btw I absolutley understand and will vouch for the fact it was requested but you were doing a huge favour to over a thousand people (humbly flexing on your behalf) by not having them read that)

Kinktober Day 31

kinktober masterlist

18+ only

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Charlie Weasley + edging

“Not yet. You can cum when I say you can.” You barely hear him over the blood rushing in your ears. You’re in a daze from being on the edge for so long. Charlie pulls his hand away, your impending orgasm withers leaving you whining.

“Picură și disperat. Doar superba.” His pace is brutal. His hand appears as quick as it disappeared. Over and over. His rhythm is brutal. You’re trying to beg but your brain is so foggy all that comes out is incoherent blubbering.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? Ești patetic, dragă”

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a/n: that’s it. We’re done. Kinktober is done. See you in 3 to 5 business days because I’m exhausted and I can’t look at words anymore. I’m glad I got to flex my Romanian skills in this one though.

[augustiscoquette]

who I write for

who I write for, and what I write for them.

Luke castellen - show (smut,fluff, and angst)

Charlie Bushnell (smut, fluff, angst)

Walker scobell (fluff,angst)

Georgie Cooper (smut,fluff,angst)

All of the sturniolos (smut,fluff,angst)

Both Weasley twins (smut, fluff)

Ryan Reynolds/his characters (smut,fluff)

Renee rapp/Regina George (smut,fluff,angst)

That's all, but if anymore come along I'll be sure to let all of y'all know!

Requests are open.

AND I NEED MORE MOOTS

RIP GEORGE COOPER 😔🕊️

[so-scarlett-maroon]

New Shameless Smut One Shot: Six Ways to Sunday

Six Ways To Sunday - So_scarlett_maroon - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

All eyes were on Draco as he spoke. "None of you have her consent to touch her so back off; go to your rooms and wank until this passes."

Hermione shook her head. "That won't work. This is fertility magic. It requires two people for the effect to end, right Bill?"

He nodded his head. She could see him dying to touch her, or at least himself again, but he kept his hands above his waist. "That is true. It's the most basic tenant of fertility magic. But Hermione, of course, Draco is right. We can't all attack you like this. It's so wrong. I wasn't thinking. We will just have to get a portkey home or apparate to a nearby hospital. Six of us slaking our lust with little tiny you? Gods, it would be filthy. Depraved." He was saying the words like the idea repulsed him, but his eyes shone bright, and he continued to stare at her nearly naked body.

"Fuck Bill, you have my consent. You all have my consent, including you, Draco, I swear. Please touch me."

Six Ways To Sunday - So_scarlett_maroon - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

[nidamae-approvedhpfanfics]

Don't know the creator but kudos.

If it's you or you know who, I'll add the info or take the image down as you prefer.

“Harry Potter, why can I hear a man singing in our shower?” Hermione stormed into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place.

“Hmmm?” A muffled noise came from the open pantry.

“I can hear a man singing in our shower!” she repeated while Harry appeared through the doorway, with a bag of flour and a mixing bowl.

“Oh that’ll be Charlie.” Harry said, dumping the ingredients on the long wooden table between them.

“Charlie? Charlie Weasley?”

Hermione has a crush on Charlie Weasley. Charlie moves into her house. She's all of a fluster and she thinks she's going to have to do something about it.

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