#freddy come and get your chaotic boyfriend and son

[bxnnie-bxwl]

they're bonding so quickly

[wandsandwheezes]

Countertop | F.W

WARNINGS // SMUT 18+, Sex, Fingering, BJ’s, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism, Praise Kink, Tie bondage, don’t get caught.

A/N //  Finally I have given up my loyalty to George and written A Freddie smut, this one is for my chaotic eggs who basically fuelled this inspiration. also two smut in one day??? whoops. 

Your boyfriend had shook you awake this morning, causing you to groan and roll away from him, pulling the covers over your face. Today marked the start of the holiday shopping season and you had offered to lend Fred and George a helping hand. Fred wasn't going to let you back out this easy, coaxing the covers down, so that he could press kisses all over your face. "Good morning, Princess." 

You practically rolled yourself into the shower, starting the task of making yourself presentable for the day. Your outfit was simple; a deep red flowy, knee length dress and tights. You had dried and scraped your hair up into a half up/half down look. Fred had come up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed kisses to your neck, a mischievous smirk on his face. You giggled, turning in his arms to press a few longing kisses to his lips, murmuring between each kiss, "Not now Freddie, we'll be late."

He looked absolutely stunning, seeing Fred in a suit and tie was one of your favourite sights, especially when he would shrug the jacket off, allowing you to see the way that his shirt hugged his biceps and how the rolled-up sleeves accentuated his veiny forearms and hands. He was dreamy, every movement had you slipping away, only to be pulled back to reality when another customer walked up to the register, greeting you with a smile. The day was busy, but that was to be expected, the boys were rushed off their feet, bringing out stock and answering questions, the big, colourful shop was enough to make any child's eyes light up, meaning that there was almost always a bustle of laughter and chatter in the shop. You sent a smile Fred's way when he locked eyes with you, he sent a wink back, making your heart skip a beat. 

You were helping out a gentleman and his son with bagging up and purchasing their items. The man was young, almost too young looking to be a father, he had dark, messy hair, he was tall but not nearly as tall as Freddie is, he was smiling at you with a sheepish grin as he handed over the galleons. Had you not been dating Fred since you were teens, the man in front of you was a close likeness to someone you saw yourself being with, not to mention he had really striking green eyes, as did his son, who had wispy mousy brown curls. You found yourself imagining what yours and Fred's kids might look like, would they carry on the Weasley hair colour, would they have your eyes, maybe your cheeks. 

Fred was watching on from the balcony, seeing the customer so obviously flirting with you, it ignited a fire inside of him, all he wanted to do was take you to his office and give you a piece of his mind. It made him so jealous to see another man flirt with you, Fred knew that you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He was the only one allowed to undress you with his eyes.

Fred made his way down the stairs, joining you behind the counter, while you were finishing up with the same customer, making sure to press a kiss to your cheek as he brushed past you, his hands lingering on your hips for just a little longer. You looked over your shoulder to smile at him as he grabbed something from the wall behind you, grabbing his bicep to stop him from walking away, waving a goodbye to the adorable young boy and his father. 

"Jealous, Freddie?" you ask sweetly, going up onto your toes to press a kiss to his nose, he scoffs jokingly, rolling his eyes before pulling away. He was most definitely jealous. 

The day had neared its end and the shop had really quietened down, George and Ron had gone home around an hour ago, leaving you and Fred to close. Nobody had been in the shop for around 20 minutes. You were stood, elbows resting on the counter as you flipped through one of the shop catalogues, You hadn't even noticed that Fred was behind you until his hand was on your back keeping you pushed down to the counter, he used his other hand to flip up your skirt, grinding his clothed bulge into you. You moaned his name sweetly, in one small airy breath. 

"Keep watch for me, Beautiful, don't want anyone catching me fuck you like a whore over the counter." His finger ripped a hole onto your tights, pulling the material apart, and slipping your underwear to the side, beginning to finger you for a few moments before unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock free. He pushed himself into you all at once, hitting the right spot immediately, causing you to let out a loud moan, throwing your head back as your eyes fluttered closed

"Don't you dare close those eyes, baby, you can't keep watch with them closed. Or do you want someone to catch us? I bet my filthy little girl would love that." He was fucking you quickly, the way he did when he wanted to prove a point, his fingers were gripping your hips so hard, you knew it would surely bruise, he was pulling you back onto him with so much force. You couldn't help but close your eyes. 

He was fucking you right up to the edge of your release before he pulled your hands behind your back, securing them with his tie. He could've came right there seeing you in such a submissive position, but still he pulled you from the counter and onto your knees. Without your hands, all you could do is stick your tongue out eagerly, ready to take him into your mouth. Fred had openly admitted to you that one of his favourite sounds was hearing you gag on his cock as he fucked your pretty little mouth. 

He was already halfway down your throat when you heard the door's bell jingle, your eyes widened but his hand found your jaw keeping him in your mouth as he pressed a finger to his lips with a wink. You were goddamn lucky that the counters were high and that the tills were towards the back of the shop. He was only slightly fucking your face when he pulled fully from you, tucking himself away and leaving from behind the counter, leaving you on your knees with your hands bound. 

Fred Weasley was the biggest tease you had ever known. He was helping the customer, you could tell as much by his laughter, he retuned behind with you to use the till, still chatting to the customer. "You're not here, closing on your own are you mate?" you recognised the voice, It was Lee, close friend of the twins and yourself from school. Fred replied, "Oh, No! Y/N is here, she was sorting something out for me, I suspect she is tied up with that somewhere."

Fred followed Lee to the door, "Let Y/N know I said hi, won't you?" your boyfriend nodded and smiled, giving him a half hug goodbye, before locking the door behind him. Speaking loudly, as he walked slowly around the shop. "Oh, Sweetheart, you have no idea how much of a good girl you are, staying nice and quiet for me. I can't wait to show you just how good and proud you've made me tonight. Why don't you come find me and I'll untie you."

He was smirking, slowly rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt. You however whine, getting up from your knees to attempt to find your mischievous Fred. You were walking around the shop pouting, unable to find him, only just turning the corner before you're pulled by your bicep and pushed up against the wall, his nimble fingers making light work of the knot in his tie, pulling it from your wrists to drape over his shoulder. He spun you around, taking your wrists gently in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of each of them. His large hands then found the sides of your face, his long fingers pushed into your hair as he pulls you in for a loving and gentle kiss. 

"I found you, Freddie." you giggled, against his lips, she smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead then brushing his nose against yours adoringly. "You did, didn't you Princess? How about we get home, I'll feed you and we'll see to that reward I promised you."

You smiled, hand wrapping around his wrist as you nuzzled your cheek into the palm of his hand, murmuring softly as you press a kiss to his palm, "I love you, Fred Weasley." 

"I love you more, Darling, more than you know.”

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Do you know any Frian fics or of polyboys? ~~

Hope you’ve got all night! =)

Polyboys:

01. The Another One Bites at Dusk series by brooklynbugleboy

“Meddows Roger Taylor (He would rearrange those names in later years), was born en caul on October 31st, in the wee hours of the morning when the veil between their world and the other was at its thinnest.

A liminal time. Samhain. Halloween.”

The only son of a naive young girl, who nearly died bringing him into the world, and a bloodthirsty corpse.

Born a half-vampire, because being a bloody bastard wasn’t hard enough. An innocent born damned.

And how that pedigree changed everything…

02. Melancholy Hopes, These Sleepless Nights by anonymous

His father would call him a bleeding heart.Freddie, free from anger, would call him a gentle soul.Roger, still cloaked in anger, would remind him that he’s kind.John, in the same clipped tone, would say that he likes the softness.A bad argument makes Brian leave the flat. Blizzards and driving while emotional never mix.

03. Stand Before You Naked To The Eye by mitchthehystericalqueen

The story of how the four boys ended up in a four way relationship and some (mostly smutty) moments in their chaotic lives. 

04. That Don’t Impress Me Much by guggi

John wrote a song about Brian, Roger and Freddie. A diss track more like, and he’s worried about what the guys will think.

05. Exercises in Free Love by anonymous

Maybe self-reflection is a product of those quiet moments, or maybe it’s just what happens when you fall in love with your three best friends. Four boys reflect on what they mean to each other, and maybe learn something about themselves along the way

06. It’s Late by anonymous (sequel to EIFL)

A month after all the drama of confessing his feelings and starting a relationship, John still has yet to lose his virginity. He’s getting a little bitter about it. Fortunately he has three boyfriends to help him out.

07. Domestic Bliss by theidiotinside

Brian couldn’t think of one downside to dating more than one person at once, especially when his boyfriends were also his best friends. Well, that was until that downside was staring him right in the face.

08. Imperfect(a) by brooklynbugleboy

Roger Taylor was six years old, groggy from both the anesthesia and the eight-hour long surgery to put telescoping rods in both of his child-chubby legs, when he first realized the truth of the world.

That he wasn’t like other children and that his life would be unbelievably difficult.

09. Eight Arms to Hold You by she-was-a-gay-stripper

In which a movie night doesn’t end up the way Brian had planned, butturns out to be all John could have wished for.

And Frian:

01. Freddie’s Flash Shirt by laliquey

Part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

02. Haiku by laliquey

Part one, two, three, four, five, six

03. if you’re that way inclined by obscuriaal

It’s not the sort of business a proper young man gets into, but Freddie (Mercury to friends and fans) will take quick cash and the sleazy adoration where he can get it. 

04. It’s so fucking hot here I’m about to set fire to myself by ronniesshoes 

Brian can’t stand the heat. He can’t stand Freddie either, and being forced to spend three days alone with him in a treehouse is not Brian’s idea of a fun weekend

05. all that’s left (is to leave) by rory_the_dragon

They drive out of Munich in silence.

06. closer now, and closer still; by belgard

fred, come to my house after? the note reads, scrawled neatly in brian’s elegant handwriting, right on a piece of paper ripped from a page in his notebook.

in between monochromatic nail polishes, slow-dances in the afternoon, and sickeningly-sweet kisses, freddie and brian are making their way in the midst of all youth has got to offer in love.

07. Two Weeks by acacia59

“What did you do when I told you I was sick? And that I had received a death sentence for my crime? Nothing. That’s what you did, what you gave me. You disappeared for two weeks and then when you came back we never discussed it again.”

08. Deck of Cards by anonymous

One joker card. All it took was one joker card.                                                 

09. Rock Paper Scissors Mirror by laliquey

“Tsk tsk. What about your rule?” The rule was written on a pub napkin early in the tour and endorsed by the entire band. Freddie shall not pursue romances longer than 48 hours while on tour came after two weeks of rockiness and tears over a Swedish fan, and horrid drama with a pretty Dutch boy after that.

10. The Sea And The Stars by vzyali

Mumbai, currently called Bombay, is under British rule. Farrokh Bulsara, the well to do son of merchants, meets a curly-haired British astronomer during a chance encounter on the beach.

11. Language Barrier by laliquey

A crass conversation while signing autographs for Japanese fans

12. Good Vibrations* by frambreliza

Freddie and Brian try something new at dinner, with Roger and John as witnesses.

13. Tales From Feltham + Tales From London by inonly7days 

What if Freddie and Brain DID meet when they both lived in Feltham?