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blueberrisdove-sideblog · 2 months ago

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hicc gymnastics roomie mydei fucks the shi outta of bratty reader ToT

૮ ˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა warnings : nsfw/smut, fem!reader, vaginal, doggy style, hair pulling, implied dubcon, sub and dom dynamic.

You knew exactly how to piss Mydei off. It was easy, really—just a few snide remarks here and there, a teasing flick of your fingers against his toned arms when he was stretching, a deliberately careless attitude when he was trying to focus on training.

"Mydei, you’re such a tryhard," you’d giggled earlier, flopped lazily on the gym mats while he practiced his parallel bar routine. "Are you training for gold, or just compensating?"

He didn’t answer. He never did when he was in the zone, but you saw the tick in his jaw, the tension in his shoulders. And that was enough to make you grin.

The problem was, you weren’t expecting him to snap tonight.

You weren’t expecting him to pin you down in your shared dorm after practice, his knee shoving between your thighs, his fingers wrapping around your jaw as he forced you to look at him.

"You’ve been testing me all damn week," he growled, voice low and rough. His golden hair clung to his forehead, sweat from hours of training making his muscles gleam under the dim light. "Do you think I’m just gonna let you get away with it?"

Your breath hitched. Your bravado wavered for a second—but you weren’t about to back down. "Oh? What, are you gonna discipline me, big shot?"

His smirk was sharp, dangerous. "That’s exactly what I’m gonna do."

He flipped you over like you weighed nothing, pressing you down into the mattress, his hand sliding into your hair and yanking. Hard. A whimper tore from your throat as your back arched involuntarily, pushing your ass against his hips.

"That’s more like it," he muttered, his free hand gliding down your spine, shoving up your tank top to expose your bare back. Then lower, lower—until his fingers curled around the waistband of your shorts and yanked them down, taking your panties with them.

You gasped as the cool air met your skin, but the sound turned into a moan when he shoved two fingers between your folds, spreading the slick gathering there.

"Bratty little thing," he mused, dragging his fingers along your pussy, rubbing your clit just enough to make your hips twitch. "You act like a pain in the ass, but look at you. Dripping for me already."

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

He laughed—low and knowing—before pulling his fingers away. You barely had time to whine before you felt it. The thick press of his cock against your entrance, the blunt head rubbing against your slit, teasing, taunting.

"Mydei—"

Your voice cut off into a sharp cry as he thrust in, stretching you open in one slow, agonizing push. Your nails dug into the sheets as he bottomed out, filling you so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

"Fuck," he groaned, hips rolling as he pulled out just enough to slam back in, the force knocking the air from your lungs. "This is what you needed, huh?"

His grip tightened in your hair as he set a brutal pace, his cock pounding into you with every thrust, pushing you further into the mattress. Your tits bounced with each snap of his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, mingling with your gasps and his rough grunts.

"Mydei, s-slow down—"

"Not a chance." His hand slipped down your body, fingers finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles, sending shocks of pleasure through your core. "You wanted my attention so bad. Now you’ve got it."

You clenched around him, body trembling as the pressure built in your stomach, hot and unbearable. His name spilled from your lips like a plea, like a curse, and he drank it all in with a growl.

"Come on," he muttered, hips snapping harder, sharper. "Be a good girl and cum for me."

And you did—your pussy spasming around him as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you shaking under him, barely able to hold yourself up.

But Mydei wasn’t done.

He kept fucking you through it, fucking you harder, chasing his own high. His grip in your hair tightened as he pulled you up, forcing your back against his sweat-slicked chest. You were barely coherent as his thrusts grew erratic, his breath ragged against your ear.

"Taking me so well now," he muttered, voice rough. "Not such a brat anymore, huh?"

And with one final thrust, he groaned, burying himself deep as he came, warmth spilling inside you. You moaned, body spent, muscles trembling from overstimulation.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, of Mydei’s lips ghosting against your shoulder. Then, he chuckled, pulling out, watching the way his cum dripped down your thighs.

"Maybe I should fuck the attitude out of you more often," he murmured, dragging his fingers along your sensitive clit, making you jolt.

You turned your head, just enough to glare at him. "F—Fuck you."

His smirk was all sharp edges. "Oh, you will."

Mydei’s grip on your hips was firm, keeping you from collapsing completely onto the mattress. Your thighs trembled as the aftershocks of your orgasm left you weak, your pussy still clenching around nothing, oversensitive and leaking with his cum.

But you weren’t stupid—you could hear it in his breathing, feel it in the way his hands lingered on your body, possessive and wanting. He wasn’t done.

"You’re still mouthing off after I fucked you dumb?" His voice was lower now, almost amused, but there was that same dangerous edge to it. His fingers ghosted over the curve of your ass before smacking it, hard, making you jolt forward. "Guess I haven’t fucked you enough yet."

You barely had time to register what was happening before he was forcing you back onto all fours, spreading your knees wider, pressing his cock against your swollen entrance again. Your body shuddered as the thick head rubbed against your sensitive clit, your hips twitching involuntarily.

"Mydei—wait, I—"

"Wait?" His laugh was a breathy, condescending thing as he dragged the tip along your slick folds, teasing you, letting you feel every inch of him. "Now you wanna play nice? Cute."

He didn’t wait. He never waited.

With one sharp thrust, he sheathed himself inside you again, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your breath hitched into a broken moan, your walls fluttering around him, still overstimulated from the first round. Your arms gave out beneath you, your cheek pressing into the sheets as he set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping forward with no restraint.

"Fuck, you’re still so tight." His voice was rough, his hands gripping your waist like he was anchoring himself. "Like this pussy was made for me."

Your hands curled into the sheets, breath coming in short gasps as he fucked you deeper, harder, dragging his cock along all the spots that made you keen. Every thrust pushed you further into the mattress, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the room, filthy and obscene.

He let go of your waist just to grab your hair again, yanking your head back so you had no choice but to arch against him. His lips were hot against your ear, his breath ragged as he growled, "Tell me, does this feel like I’m compensating now?"

You whined, legs shaking as he rolled his hips just right, his cock pressing against that spot inside you that made your vision blur. "F-fuck—"

"Yeah?" He smirked against your skin, biting down on your shoulder just enough to make you yelp. "What was that? Didn’t catch it, baby."

He let go of your hair only to slide his hand beneath you, fingers finding your clit again. You gasped, body jerking as he rubbed harsh, fast circles, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Mydei—" You choked on a sob, your walls tightening around him as another orgasm tore through you, white-hot and overwhelming. Your thighs shook as pleasure crashed over you, leaving you utterly spent beneath him.

But Mydei didn’t stop.

His hips stuttered, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release, panting against your skin. "That’s it," he muttered, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you through your high. "So good for me now, aren’t you?"

You could barely respond, your body limp, completely at his mercy. That seemed to drive him even further—he groaned, his grip tightening, and with one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up again with a sharp, low curse.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, of his chest rising and falling against your back, of the way his cum dripped down your thighs, sticky and warm.

Then, after a beat of silence, Mydei chuckled.

"Guess I’ll have to keep fucking that attitude out of you."

His hand slipped back down between your legs, fingers teasing your oversensitive clit again, and your entire body jolted at the sensation.

You barely had the strength to turn your head, glaring at him through half-lidded eyes. "You’re a fucking menace."

Mydei smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder, deceptively soft. "And you love it."

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rottenherbs · 5 months ago

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Lover

Pairing: F.W x Reader Request: “It sounds so cliche, but my request involves Taylor Swift's Lover song — I think this scene of mine might be fitting around the time of GoF for the yule ball scene and his long hair era. And on behalf of the reader's house, it's really up to you, but I would say her demeanor is a shy or a lone type of girl that prefers to avoid attention and crowded places at all cost (for the sake of the plot 🥲). And because of this, it took some time for Fred to eventually notice her, but when he did, she got him wrapped around her fingers entirely just by existing. Word Count: W/C: 3.2k A/N: Ravenclaw was chosen! Though I must say it is not mentioned frequently so reader! Could be easily manipulated to be Hufflepuff or Slytherin. I also think playing the song once the Yule Ball scene starts is ACTUALLY so cute. Thank you so much for requesting <3 [masterlist] Much Love, Saige

Unbelievable. Your mother has sent yet another letter through the post asking about what you were going to wear to the Yule Ball. It was not your definition of fun…perse, but that was only because you knew no one was going to ask you. Even just the thought of going stag made your hands shake.

Sitting in the great hall alone, you hesitated to open it. The thought of being berated yet again to ‘gain some courage’ or ‘go with a friend’ just frustrated you slightly. You knew your mother didn’t understand your social anxiety or lack of relationships at school, but reading the words felt like a stab in the gut. You set it to the side as you finished your jam and toast, relishing in the morning light. After a few minutes, you took a deep breath, picking back up the envelope slowly.

A boisterous crowd entered the great hall catching your attention; letter still in hand. Their scarlet and gold uniforms almost gave it away before their fiery red hair did. As they walked, they laughed and hit each other on the back, plopping themself into the gryffindor table just a few feet away. Luckily for you, they sat with their backs turned; but even then you could recognize which twin was which. Fred often would whip the dangling hair in front of his face with his head, while George would tuck the hair quickly behind his ears. Their movements mirrored each other in many ways, even the food they grabbed as they built their breakfast plates, but something made you see Fred differently.

After a few moments you looked away, embarrassed at yourself for staring. You held the letter in your hands, slipping your nail under the fold opening it delicately. In her usual fashion, your mother wrote on beautiful blue cardstock, a small drawing of an eagle, sloppily, yet endearingly, on the envelope.

Flipping it open, it read;

“Darling, I know you have read the last two letters I have sent. I know it seems daunting to go to a school dance but you wont regret it. Life is short. Whether or not you get asked should not hold you back from having a good time by yourself.

I love you.

Please don't hesitate to write back~~

Ps. I hope the owl dropped off a sack with this letter. Maybe you could use it to find a nice dress on my behalf.”

Just as you finished the letter, a small owl dropped a sack of coins on top of your empty plate, sending crumbs all over the table. With a small chirp, the owl flew away leaving you alone once more. You sat there for a moment, letter still in hand, looking at the cloth of coins in front of you. Exhaling, you thought over the possibilities of going to the ball. Could you muster up enough confidence to go? What if someone did ask you? You sighed lightly, conflicted with the letter and your own mental gymnastics. Fiddling with the coin sack, you made a mental note to write your mother back after class today.

Glancing over at the twins, you started daydreaming. The idea of being asked by Fred romantically at the Yule Ball, being swept away to the dance floor just as a slow dance started, what the smell of his cologne would be like, how tall he would be with you in his arms, how he would lean down to kiss yo-

Breaking you from your trance, a large old owl barreled through the postal entrance, hitting several candles on its way down. The eyes of all students in the great hall followed the train wreck as it dive bombed towards the gryffindor table.

“Errol! No!” George yelled. The bird hit the table, dropping a large parcel while knocking over several drinks and meals in the process. Your hand flew to your mouth, stifling a laugh as the chaos ensued. You watched the twins attempt to clean the area, opening the box, shooting the bird off quickly.

“Oy, looks like this ones for our little brother.” Fred chuffed, shoving the box down the table towards Ron. A ghastly red dress suit with ancient frills could be seen from miles away. As the table enveloped in laughter and disbelief, you cleared your plate gathering your belongings in your arms, quietly leaving the great hall without a trace; the thought of being whisked away by a certain tall suiter is still fresh in your mind.

———-

Over the weekend before the ball, you decided to shop around Hogsmeade in one last ditch attempt to find something you felt comfortable in. If you didn’t find something today, you were not going at all.

Wrapping your neck tightly with a scarf, you topped your head with earmuffs ready to face the elements. Snow crested the hills and paths; crunching softly under your feet.

Just ahead, two ginger boys formed snowballs in their hands, one sending it up in the air while the other attempted to hit it down with another snow ball. They frolicked and played, stopping students who walked passed.

As you got closer, you crossed your fingers; praying they would let you go through without acknowledging your presence. Of course you dreamed of kissing Fred in your free time, but the idea of him even perceiving you sent shivers down your spine. Walking with your head held down, you took one step after another, thinking if you just kept moving nothing would happen.

“Hey! Sorry to bother you.” You heard a voice shout just to your left. You stopped in your tracks, eyes widening. Please don't be talking to me. Please don't be tal-

“Hey! Wait, sorry.” Fred's voice got closer with each step. You gulped, turning to face him, a small polite smile across your face. Your hands held each other in your hoodie, gripping your coin pouch tightly in any attempt to calm your nerves.

“Could you settle a debate? We could use an outside interpretation of something.” He gestured towards George just off the path. You made eye contact with George, waving you over. The words were caught in your throat. You attempted to find a response.

What could you say?

You stumbled over words, stuttering slightly before huffing and just nodding your head in agreement.

“Great! You wont regret it.” Fred said, pulling you over to George. “I think…” He added, just under his breath. Your arm was intertwined with his for only a moment as he pulled you to the side. George walked up to you both, a smile plastered from ear to ear. You suddenly became aware of what was happening, stopping in your tracks.

”I swear if you are pranking me.” You mumbled, brows furrowed. Fred stopped just a foot ahead of you, his eyes widening. His hands released your arm, holding his hands up in defense. You couldn't help but notice how his eyes glistened against the snow. His nose and cheeks red from the cold, sniffling slightly. He took a small step towards you shaking his head. Fred could feel the sudden apprehension from you, worried you thought they would do something cruel.

“No no I promise. Purely just need your opinion for our business.” Fred waited for a moment, both of your eyes attempting to read the emotion on the others. His heart fluttered as you looked over his face, suddenly taken aback by your beauty. His brain wracked any previous memory of you, in the hallways, or in class, at meals. He had never seen you before and it astonished him. He thought he knew everyone.

You didn’t respond, just a small smile building across your cheeks walking towards him with more confidence. George looked between you and Fred several times, already sensing something growing between the tension. George smirked but kept to himself, knowing he’d be able to inquire later.

“Simply put, we need a consensus of the general public, you see, from students we don't typically sell to, and that's where you come in” Fred gestured to a small box behind George, hidden in the snow. You fiddled lightly with the coins in your pocket, waiting for the big reveal. Fred leaned down, picking up the box and holding it in front of you.

“Now. Just tell me which item you would be more compelled to buy.” Opening it slowly, two large spheres wrapped in foil laid neatly in the box; one gold, one silver. You leaned in, trying to get a better look. The twins stood silent, awaiting your response.

”Gold.” You spoke, looking up at them both. They looked back at you, and then at each other for a moment. Fred nodded in acknowledgment, his bottom lip out slightly almost as if he was impressed by your answer. He closed the box quickly and turned to George. Their movements were fast and abrupt, taking you by surprise. They slid the box in a satchel, Fred lifting the strap over his head and across his torso.

“Thank you so much for your participation.” George dramatically bowed, Fred following. Fred glanced up at you as he leaned, winking at you before he looked back down. Your heart raced, standing still. As they rose, you stayed silent, just watching the way they proceeded, mesmerized by how Fred kept looking your way.

“We will keep in touch.” Fred whispered, turning on his heel and walking away with George. You stood alone for a moment, watching them both go down the path back to the castle. You looked around in disbelief, not sure what happened. Turning back towards hogsmeade, you couldn't stop replaying the conversation, the way he held your arm even for a moment. Maybe you were more inclined to go to the ball, the thought of seeing Fred there made it more appealing.

———- ((Lover By Taylor Swift))————-

The day had arrived and you couldn't be more tense. Like you had thought, no one had asked you to the dance, yet a part of you was happy that you could come and go at your leisure. You told yourself if it was a terrible idea, you could come back to your room and end the night early.

You sat in front of your mirror applying makeup to the best of your ability. You slipped on your gown, struggling to zip the back up, jumping around in any attempt to shimmy up the zipper. After a few minutes of bouncing and movement, you successfully adjusted the dress, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Slightly shocked in the confidence it brought you, you admired the way the dress sat on your hips and flowed to the floor; a slight swish as you moved left to right. Taking a deep breath in, you slipped on your shoes and practiced walking around your bedroom before leaving and heading out to the common room. Many of your peers all dressed in bronze and blue, a slight nod to your house colors. You could feel the tension in the room as students paired up with their partners, walking awkwardly together out of the common room. It seemed more people were more nervous than you thought, reminding you that it was just a bunch of teenagers going to a dance. Conversations in the hall were light; students attempting to participate in small talk, many stumbling over their words, fingers grabbing each other. The nerves were almost palpable coming off the students the closer you all got to the great hall.

Following the crowd, you arrived at the great hall, your hands held tightly together with your clutch, finding it to be a great fidget as your heart raced harder. Students from all houses joined together outside the great hall, not yet entering as they met and chatted with friends. The large group made you hesitate, moving through it slowly to enter the exquisitely decorated room.

You almost couldn’t recognize it. The large tables and benches were replaced with several tall round tables. Beautifully decorated christmas trees lined the walls. Snow fell from the ceiling, magically disappearing before it hit your head. You smiled, turning in a circle taking it all in. The room was beginning to fill, still giving you time to become comfortable in the space before the event started.

Fred was outside in the large crowd, watching you as you passed. He noticed you as you turned the corner, the first thing catching his eyes was your gold dress. His hands shook slightly, gripping the edge of his coat pulling it lightly. Ever since you caught his attention by hogsmeade, George hadn’t stopped teasing the way that Fred talked about you. His mind was constantly elsewhere, not able to focus on their pranks or schoolwork. As much as it annoyed George with how distant Fred was, he knew how smitten he had become and he was happy for his brother.

“You alright mate?” George whispered, noticing how Freds eyes followed you through the crowd. Fred didn’t respond, just sighed and looked at the floor.

“I’m lost Georgie. I don't know what I'm doing here.” Fred whined, his hands shoved deeply in his pant pockets. George rolled his eyes, nudging Fred over in your direction.

“She showed. That’s all you were moaning about all week! Just go talk to her. You did it once before.” George whispered, gesturing towards the entrance. “If you don't ask her, I just might.” George added, a cheeky grin growing across his face.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Fred furrowed his brows, his voice husky and dark. George just laughed, shaking his head.

“No way. That’s all you.” He patted Fred’s shoulder, pushing him towards the great hall, physically prodding him to take the next step. Fred stumbled slightly, taking a deep breath in before attempting to walk in casually.

You took a table close to the stage, sipping a small glass of punch. Glancing at the clock, you noticed a familiar redhead enter the room, your breath hitching in your throat. Almost choking on your drink, you turned and faced the front, trying to look distracted in the band setting up. You held the glass lightly, not letting your agitation show in your body language. You were cool, calm, and collected. Right?

It felt like minutes passed before Fred joined you at your table. Your back facing the entrance, not aware of his presence. He stood for a moment, admiring you from behind, the way your hair laid on your shoulders, how your back was exposed and glistened under the lights from above. He swore he could feel how soft your skin was, even from feet away, his fingers itching to know how you’d react if he reached out right then.

Instead, he cleared his throat, garnering your attention. Your eyes meet with him in a soft embrace. His chest swelled, the feeling of his body tingling just by looking at you. You smiled at him, leaning your arms on the table leaning over slightly.

“Hey.” You blushed softly, inexplicably happy to see him. Fred took a step closer to you, looking at the stage for a second. “Looks like you kept your word.” You added, looking at the band with him. His elbows leaned on the table, his muscles relaxing slightly.

“I'll always keep my word.” He cooed, looking back at you. Every time you made eye contact his brain went blank. He was entranced every time he laid eyes on you. He swore it could’ve been 20 seconds or 20 years, yet he felt under your spell.

“So. Who’s the lucky lady with you tonight?” You asked, lifting your cup to your lips. Part of you hated that you asked, but you’d rather rip the bandaid off now than be in emotional torment all night. The thought of watching him dance with someone else made you sick, but who wouldn’t ask Fred Weasley to the dance.

Fred cleared his throat, surprised by your question.

“Um..” His hand raised to the back of his head, ruffling his hair. “I may have just come for the experience. See where the night takes me.” He smiled down at the table, his eyes unable to meet yours. You nodded your head, feeling of relief rushing over your whole body. You set the cup down, both of your hands only inches apart.

“Huh…. Me too.” You mumbled, smiling at your drink. You swore you saw Fred bite his lip, but he quickly coughed, ducking his head into his elbow. You laughed, watching him regain his balance. He patted his chest dramatically, his hand now outstretched towards you.

“Please, may I get you a refill m’lady?” His voice was dramatic yet sincere, making your stomach flip. You chuckled, your hand reaching up to your lips, thinking for a moment. You reached down, handing over the glass. Both of your hands meet, the feeling of his fingers overlapping yours sending bolts of electricity through your body. Both of your eyes met each other, your hands still touching each other, as if time had stopped. He reached further, holding your hand over the glass entirely.

”Ill be back.” He smiled, your hand releasing the cup into his. Your cheeks were flush, the touch of his fingers still reminiscent of your hand. As much as you’d love a drink, you hated the idea of him leaving, even for just a moment.

“Can i go where you go?” You asked softly, your eyes bouncing between his. Fred swore he would walk across hot coals barefoot in order to hear you say that again. He felt like he could tear down mountains to get you a refill of punch. He couldn't believe what he heard. His empty hand reached down enveloping yours, the feeling so natural and warm. He pulled you lightly, walking ahead of you through the crowd.

Walking across the great hall, you swore the entire school was watching you both, the feeling surreal and uncomfortable, but all you could think about was the boy pulling you forward, hand in hand, just to get you some another drink.

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

Take me out

Take me home

Your my my my my my

Lover

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