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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐦

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐦!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Heartbeat still thundering like the hooves of a wild horse, and chest still heaving with each short, sharp breath that escaped your lungs. 

You were spent. Totally, utterly spent. 

Three times Loki had made you orgasm in the past ten minutes, his name an unending, ragged scream as he drowned you in wave after wave of unceasing euphoria, and sweet praises tumbling from his lips like honey each time your body wracked around him. 

You were his good girl who took his cock so well. 

His beautiful mortal who sang for him so beautifully.

His enchanting thing who he was so proud of.

His praise had been continual and unbroken, wrapping around you like a favourite blanket as he ruined you again and again, though you had soon become deaf to it with each time he staked his claim, your every sense numbed in the wake of each endless wave of pleasure. 

Truthfully, you weren’t sure if you could remember your own name if asked. All you were certain of was Loki. 

You were still wrapped around him, thighs hugging his hips while he remained buried inside you. He was still hard even after the many times he had claimed you, his cock still throbbing with unspent release. He filled you so completely while you warmed him, each small movement in your overstimulated core enough to make you jerk in his arms. 

Warming him was torture. Beautiful, blissful torture. 

“Shhh,” Loki hushed softly in your ear, one particular shift of his hips having you whimper against his bare chest. “You’re alright, my darling.” One large hand ran in soothing circles over your back, the other curled loosely in your hair as you lay against him. 

“Too much,” you whimpered again, tears still drying on your cheeks from the force of each orgasm he had just ripped from you. What he could make you feel was beyond pleasure. It was something deeper, more profound, as though both your souls were intertwining when he was inside you. 

You would never tire of him, nor of the ecstasy he could grant you with each thrust of his hips. 

You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head and adjust his arms to hold you that little bit tighter. “I know,” he cooed, “but you’re being such a good girl for me. That perfect little cunt is warming my cock so well.” 

Fresh warmth trickled through you like liquid gold at his continued praise. A hiss of pleasure escaped his lips when you clenched around his cock in response, the soft sound mingling with the quiet whimper that fell from yours. Every nerve ending still felt raw and exposed from the tsunami of pleasure he had just drowned you in, making you feel every torturous throb of his cock no matter how small the movement. 

It was beautiful, exquisite torture.

“Poor thing. Is this what my cock does to you, darling?” he murmured, and you could feel the smirk wrapping around his words. He gave an experimental roll of his hips, pushing himself deeper inside you until the tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot and had you audibly cry out. 

How could it still feel so good?

Your thighs squeezed around his hips, the muscles beneath your skin still quivering from use. You had no doubt that walking would not be easy for the next few days. 

“Yes,” you answered, voice barely a squeak in the quiet of the night. 

Loki’s chest rumbled with soft laughter and his hand left your hair to grip the point of your chin. You pulled back from his chest as he directed your gaze upwards, finding his still burning with lust and a revived need to claim you once again. 

“Good,” he answered simply, barely giving you a chance to draw breath before his lips were on yours, kissing you, tasting you, claiming you. It was ferocious and possessive, but still brimming with love. One thing he would never let you doubt.

Your arms were locked around his neck in seconds, sharp nails digging into soft skin to leave marks of your own while you pulled him closer. Always you needed him closer. His arm slid back to curl perfectly around your waist, two large hands now gripping your ass for purchase as he began to roll his hips into you again. You felt his throbbing cock slide in and out of your overstimulated cunt, each torturous, blissful drag making the coil in your stomach quickly begin to twist.

You groaned against his lips in protest. “Loki…please…I can’t…,” you whined half heartedly, already missing the taste of him.

“Shhh,” he hushed you again, pressing his lips to your forehead. “One more for me, my darling. Be a good girl and give me one more.” 

He didn’t give you a choice. His hips continued to thrust into you, driving you closer and closer to yet another release, but his praise was all the encouragement you needed. You would do anything to be his good girl. You buried your face in his neck, letting him use your body however he wished and feeling the steady build of your own release.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” Loki grunted in your ear, his hands now settled in a punishing grip on your hips. “Norns, I can’t get enough of you!” 

His cock drove you relentlessly towards climax, his curses and praise fueling your climb to the edge. In less than a minute your back was arching beneath his touch, pressing your chest against his as the first sparks of explosion began to fizzle between your thighs. 

“Loki…Loki, I’m gonna come!” you choked out in one breath as the pressure continued to build, burying your face further into his neck to ride out your high.

“No,” he said swiftly, a strong hand twisting into your hair to pull you back, forcing you to meet his lust blown gaze. “Look at me,” he ordered roughly. “Look at me while you come.” 

Panting, exhausted, you obeyed and held his gaze. With a final few thrusts of his hips, he sent you soaring off the edge once more, all too quickly toppling with you into bliss. His name was a scream on your lips and yours was a prayer on his, mixing together in a hot, heavy mess of pleasure. You watched his jaw go slack and face contort with the force of his release, pride bubbling like molten lava deep in your core at knowing it was you making him feel this good. 

For as long as you could you held his gaze, almost lost to watching his release swim behind emerald eyes, but the force of your own final orgasm quickly had your head buried back in his neck. This time he allowed it, letting you ride out the aftershocks with sweet praises rolling into your ear.

You had made him so proud.

“My good girl,” he continued to pant softly in your ear once he came down from his own high, slim fingers running along the length of your back. “My best girl.” 

Even in the wake of a shattering release his cock remained buried to the hilt inside you. You were his good girl, though. You would continue to warm him.

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Beg me

Fred called Y/N ‘soft’ and ‘sensitive’. She takes it personally, and shows him what she can do. 

Fred Weasley x Y/N 

TW: smut, dom/sub, whining, Dom Y/n, begging, sub Weasley

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  You shivered as his hand slipped up under your shirt. He smirked. 

  ‘What is it?’

  ‘Nothin’ much love’

  You brushed it off, fixing your attention back on the screen of the laptop showing a movie. You let out a soft moan as he cupped your breast, this time is audible chuckle ticking you off. 

  You paused the movie, turning over, his hand still on your chest. ‘Seriously, what is it?’

  He shrugged. ‘I find it entertaining.’ 

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hello :)

long story short i'm back in my fanfic era.

this is a silly little blog where i'm keeping the fics i enjoy

i'm a reality shifter :) so i might publish some scripts/materials from my scripts if you guys would be interested :)))

a lot of my script materials read like fanfic, so if you want to see those, lmk, a lot of it is spicy content. you know how it is.

anyway i'm writing for fred weasley primarily, but in different DRs i'm starting to script for loki and peter parker and maybe wanda maximoff (mcu dr), james potter (marauders dr), spencer reid and/or aaron hotchner (criminal minds dr) and platonically for many others

if u wanna request another character i might write for it idk

i don't write for people that exist in this reality :) it makes me uncomfy :)

idk how to end this post so uh... bye :)

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pretty

i’d originally wanted to do this idea with Cedric, but i’m honestly so glad i tried it with Fred instead. and it was fun to come up with a makeup look for Fred :)

notes: reader x fred, fluff, kissing!, probably a gryffindor but not really important, unrequited love <3

words: 1.5k

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The Gryffindor Common Room was surprisingly empty for a Friday afternoon. [y/n] sat on one of the couches flipping through a Muggle magazine her mother had sent her that morning. She barely looked up from the page when she heard someone come in.

“Hi Freddie.” she said cheerfully, eyes still on the glossy photos of celebrity makeup looks.

Fred didn’t respond, but instead dropped himself onto the ground a few feet in front of [y/n]’s couch. He let out a dramatic sigh and laid flat on the rug with his gangly limbs sprawled out around him.

[y/n] grinned and dropped her magazine onto her lap, “What’s the matter?”

“I was supposed to hang out with Lee and George tonight… but they’ve both got dates.” Fred stuck his tongue out in disgust.

[y/n] raised her eyebrow. “Oooh, with who?”

Fred looked at her, feigning shock, “I can’t believe you’re more interested in a bit of silly gossip than my feelings. My evening plans are ruined, so now you have to hang out with me.”

Now it was [y/n]’s turn to pretend to be hurt. “Oh, I see. I’m the backup friend.”

Fred groaned again and moved to join [y/n] on the couch. “You know that’s not what I meant.” His arms draped lazily across the back of the couch so his forearm rested behind [y/n]’s head.

“Let’s do something fun.” Fred shifted his arm to nudge [y/n]’s head rather aggressively.

“I know!” [y/n] said as a mischievous grin spread across her face. Fred’s eyes narrowed. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that look in her eye, it was the same look she would get when he and George convinced her to help out with their latest prank. But he’d never had that look directed at him.

“I can do your makeup!”

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peer review College!AU (fred weasley smut)

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts forever omg but I finally finished it. tbh im really interested in writing more Modern!AU’s with the twins so if you would like something like that lmk. 

warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+, Minors DNI, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving, praise kink, public sex, all characters are above 18 given they are in their 3rd year of college, basic chem stuff bc im not smart enough to add the real confusing things.   

18+ taglist:  @theweasleysredhair @loony-loopy-lupinn @whiz-bangs78 @harrysweasleys @wandsandwheezes @starlightweasley @slytherinsunrise @mariah-can-dream 

College was basically just a game of who could drink more coffee in one day. Or at least that’s how it felt for you. Even in your 3rd year of college you hadn’t exactly found a good schedule. 

Balancing all your classes, clubs, and social life was pretty impossible. Maybe if you didn’t sleep and just drank red bull for every meal you could do it. It also didn’t help that you tended to put more work into the classes you liked and not so much in the ones you didn’t like. 

Okay maybe it was just Chemistry. 

You didn’t know why you thought taking Chem 32A was a good idea but you were paying the price every day. Your grades were, less than stellar. Could it be from your distaste for your Chem professor, probably. But you decided to blame something else, or someone else. 

See it was very hard to pay attention in class when the guy sitting next to you was just, so hot. It wasn’t fair that the one class you were struggling with had a very distracting student. 

His name was Fred Weasley. He had messy ginger hair that you just wanted to run your hands through. Faint freckles were scattered all over his face, his smile was contagious and he was quite funny. Not to mention his accent, it was drool worthy. 

Lets just say instead of memorizing Polyatomic ions you were too busy memorizing the way his face looked when he laughed, or the way his eyes shined when he was explaining a lesson. 

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control (fred weasley x reader smut)

a/n: I might have gotten, a little carried away with this fic LOL. Im not gonna tag anyone bc i dont know who is 18+ or not and I just wanna be safe bc its a smut fic.

Warnings: Smut 18+, Oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, swearing, daddy kink, kinky af, degradation, light bondage, its just really kinky im sorry lol 

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It was no secret Fred was a dominant man. Confidence radiated off of him. His constant flirting and loud nature made him a very popular person and gave him a bit of an ego. He loved being in control, the way you whined and cried under him made him crave more. He’s got your orgasm face ingrained into his mind and he likes to think about it when he gets bored at work, even if it causes a little problem in his pants. Can you blame the man? He thrived off of hearing the way you reacted to his touch. All the pretty little sounds you make is music to his ears. 

Unfortunately for him, he hasn’t been able to touch you in a bit. The shop was booming with business and Fred couldn’t catch a break. He spent long nights and early mornings in the shop. The only time he’d get to see you was early in the morning when he kissed your head before leaving and a kiss goodnight before he passed out from his long days. 

You had enough. Fred was overworking himself and he needed to relax. He was taking on work that his employees could handle. You talked with George and asked him to help you get Fred to take a break. He agreed with you and promised he’d force him home early. You wanted to do a little something special for him, he was so worked up you just want to help him. 

Relax a little bit. 

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dominance (fred weasley smut)

a/n: This was gonna start off as a drabble but it evolved into a kinda one shot and im a hoe soooo

warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI plz, heavy degradation, Fred is a total dom. Like a mean dom, overstimulation, unprotected sex, standing up sex, light choking, Fred calls you kitten. 

18+ taglist: @theweasleysredhair @loony-loopy-lupinn @whiz-bangs78 @harrysweasleys @wandsandwheezes @starlightweasley @slytherinsunrise 

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above the crowds (fred weasley smut)

summary: After being left dry in the morning, Fred is ready to make up for some lost time. 

a/n: Okay so I was really feeling it today and thought about this and now here we are. 

warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. Unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), exhibitionism, a little bit of jealously, dirty talk, dacryphilia (being aroused by tears), degradation, praise kink, Fred calls you kitten like once, also he calls you pet, fingering, bondage, edging, a little bit of overstimulation. 

DO NOT POST MY WORK ON OTHER SITES WITHOUT ASKING. 

You loved Fred’s bedroom. It was about medium sized and honestly quite messy. Fred calls it organized chaos but you just call it a disaster. You still liked it better than your own room though. Then again you rarely spend any time in your room above the shop as you spend almost every night in Fred’s bed. 

You couldn’t help it, it just felt right. The room smelled like his cologne mixed with cinnamon. His comforter was warmer than yours and his pillows were fluffier. At least that’s what you told Fred whenever he teased you about sleeping in his room. 

Though any time he would tease too much you’d just tell him you’ll sleep in your own room and he immediately takes it all back, wrapping his arms around you and dragging you to his bed. Truthfully all those reasons are only part of it. Nothing beats waking up with Fred’s strong arms around you. His bare chest rising softly and his hair a mess. 

Not to mention the deep morning voice. Your boyfriend is one hot man and he knows it. 

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okay low key an ask on my other acct got me thinking about being in an online class and Fred going down on you while your in it. Like college is boring and this class is boring and you’re sitting at your desk and Fred, being the lovely boyfriend of yours decides to spice things up a bit. So he gets on his knees and crawls under the desk you’re using. Luckily for him you’re just in a thin pair of pajama shorts so he pulls them down along with your panties with ease. You were confused at what he was doing up until he took off your panties. Now you’re trying to focus on the lecture while Fred is fingering you and kissing your thighs and you’re loving it. Thank god the camera is shoulders and above because your hands are digging into his hair and thank god your muted because you can’t hold back the small moans as Fred dives into your cunt like dinner. But of course you get called on to answer a question and but Fred doesn’t let up as you try to stutter out the answer to the question. Even claiming to your professor you felt sick. Thank god your professor is a nice one and lets you leave early. The second you leave that zoom call Fred is speeding up his assualt on your soaking cunt. His fingers unforgiving as his tongue plays with your clit. Once you cum he’s not done with you yet. That was just the warm up.

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okay i’m convinced fred weasley has a daddy kink, innocence kink, size kink, and a praise kink oh my daysss and he would be an exhibitionist

I fucking choked

Daddy kink discussed here for your enjoyment

1. Innocence Kink

Y E S

First of all... YES Second of all... I cannot get this thought out of my head now thank you

Seeing you so shy and cute beneath him just gets him so fucking hard and ready to ruin you

Of course he’s gentle and caring, but knowing that he’s the one that gets to do this to you for the first time, that he’s the only one to make you feel that good, that he’s the only one to see you like this just gets him going

He feels powerful, loved, and appreciated all at once

Of course he’d go slower, asking you if you’re okay, but he wouldn’t shy away from showing you a good time

And if you’re dating for a while and you technically aren’t “innocent” anymore, this may come up in roleplay from time to time because he loves it that much

“Oh my goodness, daddy, that feels so good!”

“Yeah, baby? Never felt anyone make your pussy feel this good before?”

I need jesus right now

I want Fred Weasley to ruin me

2. Size kink

First of all, I have full authority on this because I (typically) won’t date someone less than 6′1′” (I’m 5′1″)

Fred fucking loves the size difference between you two

He towers over you, and your just this cute little thing at his side

He loves how easy it is to dominate you, to feel powerful while your big eyes blink up at him from your tiny frame

And when he’s pounding into you fast and rough, it feels like he could literally split you in half at any moment

And omg the cuddling! You’re in for fantastic post-sex cuddles with Fred as the biggest big spoon you’ve ever been with

3. Praise kink

Omg a thousand times yes, and both ways honestly

Fred loves to tell you how good you’re doing for him

“Take me so well, darling.”

“Suck me off so good, love.”

“So wet for me, darling. Squeezing me so well.”

But he also loves to be told how fantastic of a job he’s doing

Feeling you praise and encourage him while he eats you out only makes him dive in harder with twice the ferocity

Knowing that someone loves him that much and that he can make you feel that good makes him want to do it over and over again

 4. Breeding Kink

I don’t think Fred is into exhibitionism. You’re his and only his, and he hates the thought of getting caught and someone else seeing what’s only his to see and use

But this boy definitely has a breeding kink.

I mean, c’mon... he comes from a big family

Coming inside of you, fucking his hot seed deep into your walls, fingering it back into you

“Look so fuckin hot pregnant, y/n.”

“Carrying our baby, so beautiful”

“Love you so much like this”

F U C K

I’d like all of these with Fred thankyouverymuch

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idk who made the gif but credit to them!! also SO HOT SO HOT SO HOT NO WORDS

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Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!

pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasley 

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering

word count: 4.2k 

a/n: soooo this is the longest thing i’ve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and that’s probably why it’s so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress. 

You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didn’t stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldn’t help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George. 

You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction. 

You didn’t think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out. 

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Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ron’s oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good. 

You were cuddled up to Ron’s side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still. 

“Do you need another drink, sweetheart?” Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal. 

You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. “Um, yes, thank you,” you added bashfully. 

Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire. 

Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop,” he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation. 

“He kissed me,” you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldn’t exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it. 

You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip. 

You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fred’s strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Have you been enjoying your summer here so far?” He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him. 

Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met George’s eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it. 

“Um, yes. You’ve all been quite lovely. I like it here,” you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events. 

“Mm, good,” Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldn’t help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. “I saw we play a little game. Are you in?” He asked. 

You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. “And what is this game?” You questioned. 

“Let’s see how jealous we can get Ron,” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face. 

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop… doing whatever you were doing. 

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,” he told you. 

“And how will this end?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him. 

He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it. 

“Judging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, he’ll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,” he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer. 

You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about. 

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind,” Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him. 

“Of course he’d mind. You’re his brother,” you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening. 

“You think he doesn’t see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,” he told you. 

You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ron’s eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they… did they plan this? 

“I - I haven’t been -,” you went to argue, but Fred cut you off. 

“Don’t play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,” Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought. 

You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldn’t go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didn’t get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench. 

“Bunny, come with me,” he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice. 

You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ron’s hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you. 

“And what was all that about?” He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him. 

“N-nothing. We were just having a chat,” you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated. 

“Wasn’t what it looked like to me. Spill it,” he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body. 

“Promise you won’t get mad,” you half heartedly requested. 

“Just tell me.” 

“He- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,” you told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best. 

“That’s not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?” He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second. 

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. He’d either blow up entirely, or you’d have a night you’d never forget. “He said that if I begged you you’d let him and George join us,” you said quickly, all in one breath. 

You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock. 

“Is that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?” He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior. 

“Are you serious?” You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didn’t expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes. 

“Do I look like I’m joking?”  

“They’re your brothers,” you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you weren’t sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldn’t understand why he was letting it happen. 

“It’s not like I’ll be fucking them,” he said with a laugh. “So, tell me what you want.” 

“If it’s okay with you…,” you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you. 

“So beg,” he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you. 

“I’ll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,” you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face. 

“Go to my room. Strip. I’ll be up in a minute,” he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin. 

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You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away. 

Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. “Last chance, bun. Do you want this?” He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you. 

You knew it wasn’t your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in. 

You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying “Yes,” loud enough so Fred and George could hear. 

The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans. 

Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs. 

“Let them see you,” he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms. 

He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didn’t move from where they both stood before you, waiting. 

“All of you,” Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart. 

You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re more perfect than I imaged,” you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you. 

Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own. 

“Can I touch you?” George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting. 

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now. 

George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot. 

As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.

“Does that feel good?” George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder. 

When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. “I won’t remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,” he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time. 

“Yes. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you. 

You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ron’s behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you. 

You couldn’t stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit. 

You held fell back against Ron’s shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple. 

“Having fun?” Ron asked, beaming down at you. 

You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. “Want you too,” you told him. 

“Of course you do, my greedy girl,” Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss. 

Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You weren’t sure how you would handle it when their pants came off. 

Your hips were grinding down onto George’s face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fred’s lips, your entire body grinding back on Ron’s body. 

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust. 

Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by George’s grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself. 

Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ron’s thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours. 

You finally relaxed your body against Ron’s, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down. 

“Think you can handle all three of us?” Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor. 

You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought you’t get this far to even have considered it. 

That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. “What did I say about using your words?” He asked darkly.

“Yes, I want to. I can,” you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp. 

“Good,” Ron said, now satiated with your words. “Get on your hands and knees for us, bunny.” 

He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head. 

You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didn’t know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew you’d be sore in the morning. 

“This is how it’s gonna work, bunny,” Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,” he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.

“Fred’s going to fuck that tight ass,” he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you. 

“And George is gonna fuck that cute face,” Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him. 

“Does that sound good, sweetheart?” George asked, looking down at you fondly. 

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get. 

They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fred’s lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on. 

When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in. 

You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fred’s cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars. 

George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ron’s neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure. 

“You’re doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and it’ll feel so good. You’re gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,” Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that you’d latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity. 

Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body. 

George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time. 

It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldn’t hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as George’s cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm. 

You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. “Fuck, you feel so good” and “Just like that” mixed with “She feels like fucking heaven” and “Her mouth is a dream”. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew you’d remember it later with a blush and a smile. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,” George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew you’d want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough. 

You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust. 

“Ron, please I’m so close,” you begged, for what you weren’t entirely sure, but you knew he’d know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didn’t collapse. 

Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. “Touch her clit,” he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in. 

Fred’s arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot. 

“Cum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,” Fred said low in your ear. 

Your eyes never left Ron’s as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin. 

“Cum for me” was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode. 

Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fred’s warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldn’t keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt. 

When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ron’s chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present. 

George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you. 

“That was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,” he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place. 

“What he said,” Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. “We’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning,” he added with a wink. 

They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence. 

“Did you have fun?” He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you. 

“I did. Thank you,” you said with a soft smile. 

“My girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,” He said, placing a kiss on your nose. 

When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. “No offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So let’s go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?” He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

“I thought you weren’t going to be weird about it,” you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style. 

“That’s different and you know it,” he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.

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Dating Fred Weasley Would Include

Requested by anon

Teasing each other all the time but adding “I love you” and a kiss to the end of each little tease.

Snape deliberately splitting the two of you up and placing you on opposite sides of the classroom. He made the mistake of partnering the two of you up once, and he’s never doing that again. - Fred coming over and leaning on your table and giving you a wink, “Blow things up here often?”

Snape keeping you after class because you were one of his best students until you started seeing Fred and he’s “disappointed”. Fred kisses you as soon as you leave the class, which gets a very disapproving cough from Snape.

Fred meeting you outside each and every class, often surprising you by grabbing you and pushing you against the wall to kiss you.

Eventually you tell him you’re worried about yours (and his) grades so Fred starts trying super hard to impress you. He even told you he couldn’t go on a date with you because he had to study. That earned an eyebrow raise from you so he gave in and the two of you had a study date.

Fred’s eyes lighting up whenever he makes you smile. ESPECIALLY if you do that look-down-blush-smile.

Fred blatantly kissing you in the middle of the corridor just to annoy people and to make sure everyone knows you’re his.

“God I love you, (Y/n).”

Molly loves you and thinks you’re the sweetest thing. She makes you a jumper with your initial on it and invites you over every holidays. She just loves you.

Ginny loves you as well because you’re like an older sister to her. She asks you to braid her hair. She sits in front of you and Fred sits behind you and it’s a little train (except Fred sort of just plays with your hair and kisses you occasionally.)

George is a little bit jealous. Even though you and him are really good friends, it’s hard having his twin brother find someone perfect for him while he’s alone.

Lots of tickle fights

Going to the Yule Ball with Fred. He doesn’t ask you at first because he just assumes you’ll go with him. You end up teasing him and saying he hasn’t asked you yet. He asks you and you say, “Hmmm. I don’t know I’ll have to think about it, weigh in my options.” Fred laughs and kisses you, “I’ll eagerly await your reply.”

Both of the twins are incredibly protective over you.

If you play Quidditch, you’re a Chaser. If you’re on their team, Fred and George fiercely protect you, but if you’re on the other team (maybe you’re a beater), it’s war. “Whoops sorry Honey didn’t see you there.” As a bludger goes sailing past your ear.

Joking and confusing people who don’t understand your relationship; Are you dating? Enemies? Friends?

Fred getting jealous at little things when he’s in a mood. You have to hold him back from getting in fights.

Fred asking you to marry him a week before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The two of you try and keep it secret until after their wedding so as not to not steal their thunder but Molly finds out and is so happy for the two of you. (George already knows)

Dancing at their wedding until your feet ache and your cheeks ache from smiling so much. 

After a few drinks Fred lets it slip to Ron that the two of you are engaged. Ron loudly exclaims “What!?”.

Fred loses you in the crowd and drunkenly screams “Where is my wife?!” Then everyone knows.

You and Fred end up getting married and Fred is just so happy he can’t stop smiling and he is running around excitedly telling everyone he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you. 

MASTERLIST

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Could you maybe do a Neville x Fem reader where they are going at it in the boys dorms and Neville is being really dominant, like choking, spanking, degrading..etc and the other boys walk in mid way? Only if you're comfortable with it of course. Please and thank you have a lovely day^-^

Cockblock. | N.L.

in which the reader and neville are having rough sex, and, well... they get disrupted.

warnings: smut, nsfw, choking, spitting, degrading, spanking, hair pulling, just overall really rough sex, and swearing (lmk if i missed any!)

i literally day dream about dom!neville all the time he’s so fine PLS. oh & sorry for the lame title i just thought it was appropriate lmaoo

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“please, nev, please...” you mumbled out, your thoughts seemingly null and void as your boyfriend teased you with the tip of his cock, gently rubbing it against your clit.

from your little outburst, his hand flew straight to your throat, and your breath hitched. “what the fuck did you just call me?”

you knew you had fucked up, but the teasing was becoming all too much. his nickname truthfully had just slipped out, but you knew that would never be a good enough answer for him,

“i-i’m sorry... please, daddy. i’m sorry...” you whined, your lip quivering, your eyes pleading for him just to ram into you. “i won’t do it again... i promise...”

on any other day, he would’ve punished you for the slip up. but right now, his cock was aching, and watching you whine and mewl only made it worse. he had to keep his dominant act up, so of course he would never tell you how much he needed you. he knew that you had broken a rule, and with that, he had no other option.

“yeah... i know you’re much smarter than that. isn’t that right, my little slut?” he asked, stroking your cheek. it didn’t matter how gentle his fingers were being on your face, you knew what was coming. you nodded your head quickly, just trying to oblige to whatever he says so you can have your sweet release.

but of course, as neville always does, he noticed.

“you know how i fucking feel about not using your words. so fucking say it. tell me what’s about to happen to you. i’m sick of this brat act you’ve had for the past week,” he said through gritted teeth, his hand now squeezing your cheeks to where your lips pursed out. “fucking say it, or i’ll make sure you don’t cum for the next month.”

you thought for a moment, still in the process of trying to collect your lost thoughts. “you—you’re gonna fuck me. hard. a-a-and i’m gonna be your good little girl. just like always...”

he chuckled quietly, his voice raspy and deep, “you’re right, petal. but, you’re not always a good girl, isn’t that right? that’s why you’re in this situation right now?”

you sighed, a single tear slipping down your face, “yes...”

“yes what?”

you quickly corrected yourself, not wanting to push him any further, “yes sir.”

he nodded his head, “good. now open that pretty mouth of yours. and fucking swallow when i tell you to.” he instructed, finally letting go of your face.

you did as you were told, opening your mouth wide for him. you waited as he stared down at you, taking in the small love marks he had left on your breasts just a few minutes before. he leaned down once more, and spit into your mouth.

“swallow.”

and, you did.

when he saw that you had obeyed, he didn’t even give you time to react before he was flipping you over onto your stomach, and rubbing his hands all over your ass.

you whimpered as he did so, the feeling of his hands on you in such a unmannerly way being so delectable.

“don’t make a fucking noise.”

you were relieved at the thought that he was about to fuck you into oblivion, but that all simmered away when you felt the palm of his hand to your ass cheek. if you hadn’t been through this same mantra before, you would’ve definitely made a noise. but you simply put your hand over your mouth, and attempted to hide your cries as he spanked you... over and over.

at one point, you thought it would never end. he was showing you absolutely no mercy. you had always assumed that’s why he loved it so much, though. he could be the dominant one over someone, and he could be the one telling someone what to do, how to do it, where, how, or even what not to do. he had never had that advantage until he met you, and he would be eternally grateful that you accepted him and all of his personal desires.

by the time he was done, you were a sobbing mess. tears, snot, makeup, sweat... all of it. it was all dripping down your face slowly, and you didn’t know how much more you could honestly take.

merlin, at this point, you would’ve taken a cock warming session over this torture.

as you let your face fall into the pillow on neville’s bed, it wasn’t long before your hair was being pulled, and the upper part of your body was being lifted up.

“my good little girl... didn’t even let out a single whimper...” he cooed in your ear, leaving teasing kisses along your shoulders. “you’re going to take me like this, do you understand?”

“yes, daddy...”

he chuckled once again in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. he let go of your hair for a moment, only to make sure you were completely comfortable with being on your knees, your back against his chest as he was sitting down.

his hand slithered it’s way back to the base of your throat, and before you could even comprehend it, the hand on your hip forced you down roughly onto his cock. you let a a exasperated gasp at the feeling, somehow not expecting for him to do it so suddenly. he let out a small groan in your ear, the feeling of you already beginning to take over him.

“you feel so fucking good, petal.”

the small compliment made you whimper, as his words could get you off on their very own.

“fucking bounce, you fucking slut.”

and so, you did. you bounced on his cock until loud screams were leaving your lips, and your thighs were going numb. the pain made your legs, and you thought quite a few times that your body was about to just give out on you. but, you didn’t let that happen.

“fuck...” neville mewled, finally bucking his hips up to meets yours.

with every movement, he was hitting every single spot inside of you. it was the most absolute euphoric sensation that you had ever felt. you began to feel that familiar knot in your stomach tightening, begging to come undone.

“tell me how it feels, princess. tell me how good daddy’s cock is making you feel, right now.”

you seemingly had to literally choke up the words, “so... so—so good! you’re making me feel so good, daddy... please don’t stop!”

and that’s all neville needed to grab your hips, and fully take control.

the only noises that could be heard were the sounds of skin meeting, and vile noises leaving the lips of your mouths.

“c-cum.... i’m gonna cum...”

that’s when neville started to go faster, his hand snaking down to expertly play with your clit.

“fuck, y/n... i—“

that’s when it happened. the door swung open, and you could hear the chatter of neville’s dorm mates.

“yeah, and i told ginny to—WHOA, WHAT THE FUCK?!”

you let out a yelp as neville quickly flipped you over, and threw the blanket on top of you two... or, at least you.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS?! GET THE FUCK OUT!”

neville had his arms wrapped around you tightly, feeling as if the blanket wasn’t enough to cover your exposed body.

“okay, okay! sorry! merlin! sorry!” the four boys quickly panicked, rushing back out of the room.

dean was the last one to leave, but before he did, he stuck his head back into the room,

“i’m real sorry, y/n! we didn’t mean to—“

“piss off, thomas!” neville quickly cut his friend off, and dean made no attempt to even argue back. he just nodded and shut the door behind him.

you laid there, your eyes wide and hidden from neville’s. your face was turning red from embarrassment as you realized what had just happened. ron, harry, seamus, and dean had all just seen you, bare, bouncing, in the most vulnerable state they ever could’ve possibly seen.

“i’m going to fucking kill them! i told them we had the dorm today!” neville ranted, jumping up from the bed and slipping his boxers on.

“fucking, cockblocks...”

[ememporium]

Neville Smut Alphabet

Pairing: Neville x reader

Requested:  Neville longbottom smut alphabet please

Warnings: smut and filth

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is more like anytime care. Neville constantly wants to make sure you’re okay whether it’s him on top or you, that he almost smothers you with questions when you’re both done. More so when you both decide to be a little adventurous he’ll shower you with love and questions while he carries you into the restroom to give you a bath 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Neville’s favorite body part of his is his mouth. No matter how much he tries keeping things sensual, once they get heated he loves the sounds his mouth always seems to pull from you. 

He absolutely loves your fingers. They never fail to make him get the chills especially when you run them through his hair and give it a good tug.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He’s a bit embarrassed about how much he cums, and you don’t help the situation. Sometimes you’ll edge the poor boy for days and once you let his orgasm wash over him he always blushes at the amount of white liquid that shoots out of him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to top more than anything but he doesn’t really know how. You had caught him one day in your room “practicing” what he might say to you if he were the one to be in charge. Little did you know he did this more often than you could even imagine

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has some, but you have the upper hand. That doesn’t stop him from trying to learn more without you knowing so he can surprise you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Absolutely loves you on top, praising how good he is and how good it feels to have him inside of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It’s always serious unless you’re trying something new and get goofy to try and lighten the tension.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

You always shaved for him, and after a poorly horror movie scene when he tries to do the same for you he won’t do anything but keep it at least tamed with scissors. Never would he ever take a razor near that area ever again.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s completely intimate throughout everything. Always wants to have his lips on yours while you’re doing anything.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He wasn’t one to masturbate, only doing it once and feeling to shy that he had thought about you the entire time.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Biggest praise kink you’ll ever see. Anything close to something that could praise him had the boy weak in the knees and a moaning mess.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He won’t admit it but he loves when you play with him in the bath. The second your hand wraps around him to help “wash him” he’s done for.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You in heels will get this boy rock hard, and when you pair it with lingerie he’s done for

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He hates anything that has to do with biting, scratching, etc. He doesn’t ever want to hurt you

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves when you go down on him, and not so much when roles are reversed. He’s not bad, but he can’t help overthink while he’s down there and wonder if he’s doing it right.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Almost always slow and sensual, you both love taking your time to admire each others body.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Neither of you are keen on it, but sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’ll only ever experiment if he knows it won’t hurt you. He also will top you if you’re in the mood and beg him, even though he’s shy and doesn’t know what he’s doing.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Before you he could only ever last for one round, but since you loved to torture and edge him he could easily be up for a second round once you touch him the right way

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

100% has a chastity cage that you love making him wear.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He never teases you, getting too flustered to even start something to keep it at teasing for too long.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s the definition of loud. It doesn’t take too much to have the boy mewling under you whenever you touch him

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When he finally tops you it takes a while for him to get the hang of it, but once he does… It always surprises you when he’ll be the one that initiates him being on top. He gets jealous way too easy and that usually has chills running through you when he’ll pin you against the wall and make you know you’re his.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a decent size, fills you up just right and seems to stretch you out whenever you least expect it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

You always keep him on his toes. Having his libido shooting up from where it had originally been.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You both talk once you’re done, and usually since you have a bath after… round two ensues.

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8 and 17 with Neville Longbottom x reader please. Thanks 😊

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8: “There’s only one bed.” 

17: “I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.” 

I don’t know if this is what you wanted, I think I made it a little more naughty than I should’ve. (It’s also hella cliche) 

Warning: Smut (Always use a condom, kids.) 

The sky was blue, the birds were singing and when it rained, there always was a rainbow. That’s how your life had been since you graduated from Hogwarts. Maybe it was because of Neville, who happened to be with you most of the time. You were best friends after all. 

Planning a trip together was a normal thing to do, especially last minute. With work, you both didn’t have lots of time. Maybe that was why you both were single. 

This time, you had planned a few days out of town, at a hotel with a large pool. You probably should’ve checked how many beds there were in the room. 

“Are you ready?” You asked when you stopped in front of Neville’s house. This was going to be a very Muggle trip. 

“Spending time with you? I’m always ready.” He smiled. 

The trip didn’t take you too long. Probably because you were driving way to fast. not that you minded, but Neville kept complaining. You just laughed it off. 

When you reached the fancy hotel, Neville was happy to finally get out of that death trap.

“Well, this is our room.” You opened the door and placed your suitcase against the wall, hoping to claim the biggest bed. When you reached the sleeping area, your mouth fell open You really should’ve checked. 

“There’s only one bed.” Neville stated next to you. The past few months, things had changed between you and Nevile. There always was this tension and in your case also lust. 

“Wow, thanks captain obvious,” You rolled your eyes and poked his side. “I guess the drunkest of us will get the bed tonight.” 

“Sounds fair to me.” 

Neville never knew you could drink that much. You were pretty wasted soon. he made sure the bartender only gave you shots of water. As you sobered up a bit, you noticed how protective he acted. Even though you could most definitely take care of yourself, it was nice to have him care for you. 

You also knew that you would be sleeping in a bed tonight. You loved your space, but were already thinking about how you could invite him. 

“Let’s get you to your room.” He said, after he saw you flirting with a man. You giggled. 

“But honey,” You let your fingers trail down his arm. You pretended to not notice how he shuddered. “The party is just getting started.” 

“We can continue this upstairs,” He took your hand and ignored your pout. “Let’s go.” 

You didn’t fight much, the lust for him, for Neville, suddenly flying high. Maybe it was the alcohol. It probably was. 

You kicked the door closed behind you and giggled, leaning against it. He looked at you, brows knitted together. “Are you okay?” 

“Now that we’re alone,” You stepped closer. “I am.” He looked rather uncomfortable, but then again, he had had a few drinks, too. 

“You’re wasted. Get in bed, Y/n.” 

“Or else?” You teased, placing your hand on his chest, drawing slow patterns. He gave you a certain look. You rolled your eyes and smirked. “Fine.”

Neville watched as you moved to the bed. he didn’t really expect you to just drop your dress. He quickly looked away. He may be a little tipsy, but he respected you too much. You rolled your eyes. 

“Neville, look at me.” 

“Are you dressed?” Basically, you were. You were wearing underwear, after all. 

“Yes,” He looked at you with big eyes, but before he could speak, you did. “Sort off.” 

“Get in bed,” He softly said. He tried, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “You need sleep.” 

“Neville,” You said matter-of-factly. “I know what I want. When I want it. So get over here.” 

“What?” You rolled your eyes and walked to him, giving him a small grin before kissing him. He pulled back sooner than you wanted to. “You are drunk.” 

“That doesn’t change the fact that I want you, Neville.”  

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