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karahofthedawn · 2 years ago

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You Owe Us One (part 3) - The Blindfold

Fred Weasley/George Weasley x fem reader

Fred and George slip you a note and ask you to meet them. What they have in store for you is more than you had expected.

Contains: Smut, threesome, light bdsm, vaginal and oral sex.

Length: 4.7k words

Also thank you to all who read 💜 It means a lot. :)

There was no denying it, you were craving whatever Fred Weasley had in store for you. The twins hadn't given you a day or time of when you were to meet again. So the few days after George took you in Snape's Storeroom were filled with pining and anticipation.

Then on Friday morning when Fred bumped into you on your way to class, you felt a piece of parchment slip into your hand. He gave a quick wink and a hurried apology before disappearing with George and the other Gryffindors down the corridor. You found a private corner and opened the note as quickly as you could.

What was scribbled in the center made your heart leap in your chest.

Tonight, 10pm, our spot. Don't be late.

You quickly folded the paper and shoved it deep within your bag. This time felt different. You had time to prepare.

The rest of the day flew by as your mind remained focused on what was ahead. Fred and George were going to meet with you, and they had said you owed them one yet again - well, specifically Fred. Last time that was the case you ended up between the both of them. Is that what would happen this time as well or did Fred have something special planned?

You tried your best to not to get anxious as you got ready later that evening. The other girls in the dorm tried to question you, but you made the excuse that you had to find the perfect makeup for the upcoming Yule Ball. They seemed to accept this, as they then turned their attention amongst themselves on what dresses they had picked out.

As the excited chattering took over the room, you closed the curtains and began picking out exactly what to wear. You decided on a pair of black jeans and a sweater with the yellow Hufflepuff crest on the chest. Underneath all of that is what mattered the most, with a lacy red bra and matching panties.

Once you were ready to leave, you looked yourself over in the mirror. You felt good about this, nervous, but confident.

Even though sneaking out was never a problem, you left a little earlier just to be sure that any snags along the way wouldn't hinder the time. After all, they did say not to be late.

That's where it leaves you now. It is just about 9:55 from the last time you checked your watch. The hallways are empty and dark, just as they always are once all students are to be with their respective houses. Your footsteps echo as you reach the blank stone wall that serves as the entrance to the passage. With a flick of your wand and the words that the twins taught you, the door appears.

Most of the day you were able to keep your nerves to a simmer, but now they were raising. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you approach the room that had that familiar fire glow escaping from its uneven hinges. You raise your arm, unsure if you should knock or not. They're expecting you, so it's no surprise when choice was made for you as Fred swings the door open and gestures for you to come in.

"Right on time," he says with a tinge of amusement as he glances down at his watch.

The room was smaller than you remember, but you take it was due to the rearranging they had done since your last visit. The table was now pushed to the far right with the boxes and cauldrons organized on top. The red couch was now accompanied by an old metal framed bed with what looks like freshly cleaned sheets on top. The headboard was a copper steel with different twists and turns, making the pattern almost spiral in shape.

This must have been why it took so long for them to reach back out to you. They were preparing whatever this was. You jump as George places both hands on your shoulders.

"Oh don't worry," he laughs. "Snape can't find us here."

You shrug him off and turn on your heel to face him. Your heart is pounding as he smiles down at you, his cool and relaxed expression the same as always.

Fred steps next to him and they share a quick glance, then he says, "Well, let's get comfortable, shall we?" He takes your hand and leads you to the couch, his brother tailing right behind.

You try to remain present, fighting the lingering memories that come with this exact spot on this red cushion. You rub your sweating palms together as they perch themselves on either side of you. Fred wraps his arm firmly around your waist and pulls you to him. George lays his hand gingerly on your knee and observes as his brother begins to speak.

"So I've been thinking long and hard about just how you could repay me. You know, with me saving you from expulsion and all," Fred starts off smoothly.

"Right," you say with amusement, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. "So does George owe you too since you did the same for him?"

Fred's forehead creases and he shoots a puzzled look to his brother. "Well, no-"

"Then I don't understand why you keep saying that I -" he cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

"You're ruining the mystique," he says and removes his arm from around you, then gets up. He stands in front of the fireplace, gazing into the crackling flames with his hands tucked in his pockets. You look to his brother, who just leans back and watches with a curling grin.

"So," you say after a quick clearing of your throat. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well," Fred starts off quietly at first, the outline of his hair glowing from the flames. "I thought we'd play a game."

You furrow your brows and cross your arms. "A game? What, like chess?"

"No," he replies with a chuckle. Then withdraws a long black piece of fabric from his pocket. It was shiny, and you can tell even from a distance that it is made from silk. He turns and steps to you, then drops to his knees. "But it's very simple."

You eye him silently as he flips your hands and places the cloth right on your palms. As your fingers glide over the soft material, it dawns on you what it is. "A.. blindfold?"

"What a smart girl," George coos and strokes your hair.

You blush and stare down at the blindfold, then back up at Fred. "Okay I wear this, then what?"

Fred beams at you. "Then you will be tested on how well you know us."

"I- I'm" you stammer and look between the twins. "I'm not sure I follow."

George leans forward and delicately places his fingertips on your pale wrists. "You have to guess which one of us is touching you," he explains. "Isn't it brilliant? We came up with it just last night."

"I guess" you say with hesitance. "But, what if I get it wrong?"

"So this is where it gets interesting," Fred says with excitement riddled in his voice. "You see that bed over there? It's not an ordinary one, let me tell you."

"It has a specific jinx that we added to it," George continues. "I think it would be easier if we showed you." His brother nods and steps to the bedside.

"Fred, what color is the sky?" George asks.

"Emerald green." Within seconds of his answer, a rope shoots out from one of the corners of the mattress and wraps around his arm. Your mouth shoots open and you squirm against the cushion.

George squeezes your leg and smiles at you. "Don't worry," he says. "If at any time you're uncomfortable we can stop."

"So what do you say?" Fred returns to you and holds his hand out. "Do you think you could handle the challenge?"

Your pulse races as you look between the boys and the bed. They watch you patiently as you mull over the idea in your head. It was definitely not what you had expected, not that you were against the idea at all. You had never been restrained before, so the idea of being completely at their will was both intimidating and exciting.

What felt like an hour of deliberation (even though it was likely 2 minutes), you nod and say, "I'll play your game."

You take Fred's hand and he helps you to your feet. "Wonderful!" He exclaims and leads you to the edge of the bed and gestures for you to sit again.

You do as you're told, and the mattress bends a little under your weight. It was comfortable enough, though the box spring underneath creaked with defiance when George sits next to you. He takes the black silk that is entwined in your fingers and places it on his lap and folds it evenly.

"We will start out simple," Fred explains as he brother slips the blindfold over your eyes. Everything is dark now, and you're more aware than ever of the heat building below your naval. "First, let's - oh George, don't get her hair tied in with it."

There's a slight tug from your scalp and the knot loosens. "Sorry, I got it," he says quickly and then backs off the bed. You are sitting alone now, but you can feel their presence as they stand in front of you.

Fred continues, "right then, so let's begin with just our hands. There will be no talking from us, and you will have 30 seconds to guess who is who."

Your cheek is gently caressed and you lean into their palm. "Are you ready, y/n?"

"Yes," you say simply, and the warmth disappears.

The tension in the room is so thick as you wait for the first test. Both of the approach you and your chest flutters with excitement as you listen for movement or any kind of cue. The breath you hold escapes your lips as someone brushes your neck. Their fingertips trail to your jawline and back to the collar of your sweater.

As they explore more of your exposed skin, you take notice of how purposeful they are with their movements. They stop at the threshold of your clothing and brush over the tender spots of your neck with gentle precision.

The other hand joins in, gliding their palm up your arm and to your side then over your stomach. There is more pressure beneath their touch, they feel needy and demanding as they slip beneath your sweater. They grip your ribs right below your bra line with enough force to make you gasp and lean forward into them.

“Fred,” you say breathily, looking up blindly at where you hear a soft laugh.

“Very good,” one of them says.

“Hey,” a voice comes from your right. “Can I take this off?” There’s a tug at the hem of your sweater and you nod in response. You lift your arms and allow them to slide it off over your head. The cold air hits your skin in an instant and a shiver rolls down your body, which is then replaced by gentle kisses over your bare torso from both sides.

“Fuck, Y/N.” You recognize this as Fred’s voice. “Did you wear that for us?”

You turn away and bite your lip. This wasn’t your first time with them, but admitting that you were dressing to please them just feels embarrassing. I suppose sitting blindfolded and practically topless didn’t help the matter. You give a quick, “I don’t know what you mean.” Something coils around your wrist. “What is-”

“It knows when you’re lying too. Did we not tell you that?” George says calmly, but you can hear the smile in what he’s saying.

The rope reels itself back so quickly that it drags you a few inches on your back. “I-I’m not really sure about this,” you say shakily. Your arm is completely pinned against the bed and you claw at it with your free hand.

“It’s perfectly safe,” one of them assures you, their fingers creeping down your sides and stops over the buttons on your pants. It was impossible to tell them apart now with your heart beating so hard against your ribs. “But if you want us to stop, you can tell us.”

You take a few deep breaths and allow the adrenaline to pass. You trust them. You aren’t entirely sure why, but you do. There was a yearning for them so deep in your soul since the moment that they fucked you that you knew that you’d do anything to feel that way again. The sinking at the edge of the bed tells you that they are both sitting there, inches away, probably staring directly at your half nude body. You let go of your binded arm and let your hand fall to the side. You’re slightly embarrassed from your reaction and try to will away the blush that was creeping up your neck.

There was a tapping and tugging on your jeans button again. “May we?” That was George - no, Fred. Somehow you couldn’t even hear the difference in their voices now, which was so easy before. You say yes, and you lift your hips to allow them to slip it off.

“Merlin’s beard, look at you” one of the twins exclaims and you bite back a laugh.

“You can say that again,” the other one says and runs a hand up your bare leg, leaving you with gooseflesh all over your body. “You ready to continue?”

You give one final tug at your arm, then relax your body. “Yes,” you say calmly.

One of them was on your left, the other on your right. You feel breath tickle your cheek and turn your head to the left, lips immediately meet yours. Your lips part and one of the brother’s tongues slips and rolls in your mouth. He grips your jaw and holds your face still as he breathes you in, tilting his head to get even deeper in your mouth. You press your thighs together and a shaky breath escapes right as your attention is snapped to the other side.

The other brother’s mouth was now on you, his hands strong and fingers digging into your hips. He tastes sweeter, you note to yourself. Your brain was getting hazy as your veins exploded with lust as both of them grind against you. It was hard to tell which pair of hands belong to who as they pull you in both directions. You do your best to keep your head on straight as you fight back the hungry kisses from the brother on the right. He pulls your chest flush against his, your arm still pinned down from the rope underneath him.

Your bra clasp is pinched and you feel the straps become loose around you. Then the twin on the right joins in behind you, pressing his hardening cock against your ass. You curve your spine as the man in front of you sinks his teeth into your neck. Your nails rake down his back and you gasp out, “Fred!”

There was a shake of a head, and within seconds your other arm got tangled within the magic rope. You are laying on your back now, and they are both on top of you. One lifts your bra and kisses your nipple gently. His tongue flicks sharply and he nips, making you moan and wriggle. The other is still kissing you with his hand heavy on your thigh.

“Well, so far,” he says when he pulls back from your face. “You’re at a 50% success rate.”

“Not bad,” the other brother says, then goes back to sucking hard on your nipple.

“Fuck!” You yell out and they both laugh, then stand from the bed. You know this is meant to throw you off, but even if they didn’t take that extra step - you completely lost track of them at this point anyway. The idea alone sounded easy when Fred explained it, but now it just seemed impossible.

The mattress sinks as they position themselves on either side of you. Fingers tangle through your hair and grasp you at the base of the skull, forcing your head to tilt to the side. His thumb stops over your lips and then parts them, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. His grip releases, and he caresses your face gingerly. There’s pressure on your lips again, this time larger and hotter than a finger. You know at once what he’s asking you to do and open your mouth and take him in.

The head of his cock stops over your tongue and you respond by twirling around it before bobbing back and forth. His taste makes your mouth water as he guides your head with his hand on your cheek. This felt familiar, as you did have George in your mouth before, but it was a different pace completely. He inches in further, your gag reflex threatening to trigger as he reaches the back of your throat.

You jump as a hand lands on your thighs. The tips of their fingers getting achingly close to your panties. Another hand joins in on your right leg now, and they both move down together in perfect sync. You choke on a gasp as one pulls your panties down and the other puts a hand over your slick folds.

The twin’s cock pulls out of your mouth completely, then you are guided to the other side where the other begins to do the same. This one with more vigor as he holds the back of your neck with force. He shoves himself completely down your throat with careful precision, fighting through your coughs and whines. He pulls out and a finger slides up your slit, pausing at your pulsating nub.

You take him in again, drool and tears stream down your face as he makes your head bob back and forth. He lets out a soft groan, and your body shakes in response. You love making them feel good. You love how wanted and sexy you feel when you are in their presence. Every part of you ached for them to use you exactly how they wanted.

Is this really what I like? You question yourself before one of them removes their finger from your folds. You whimper and pathetically try to grab with your restrained hands.

Do I enjoy letting them toy with me like this? The answer comes to you as clear as day as soon as you feel a tongue split your cunt and land right on your clit.

Yes. Yes, I do. And I’m theirs forever.

The twin in your mouth pulls out and you let out a shriek of pleasure. “George,” you yell with tremors filling your body.

“Good girl,” he says before continuing to work on you.

It was like static was building up in your legs and core as he laps at you. His strong wet tongue against you made you shake and contort. You felt his cheeks harden against your thighs and you knew he was smiling.

He pulls back and they both get off the bed again, leaving you helpless and pathetically quaking. Your wrists and cunt both ache for release. You hear them whispering, but could only pick up small pieces of the conversation.

“I mean it’s fucking amazing-”

“I agree-”

“Could fuck her all night-”

“Quidditch practice-”

You scrunch your face up and turn your head to them as Fred yells, “are you really thinking about quidditch right now?”

George says in a quiet voice, “no.”

There was a sigh, and you imagine Fred rubbing his face with both of his hands with George looking sheepish at him. You want to ask, but figure it’s better to not ruin the mood. Not that they’d tell you anyway.

Another whisper and you saw a flash from the bottom of the blindfold. Your wrists were free and you immediately start to rub, what you assume, would be reddened and slightly bruised skin. Just before you get the chance to ask if the game is over, the ropes wrap around your ankles and knees and pull them down against the mattress. You lift your head and prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Relax, relax,” you recognize as George cooing. “You’ve come this far and you’re doing so good.”

You fall back again and stare up into the abyss of the blindfold. Your legs are quaking from both the restraints and anticipation as you wait for them.

“Last test,” Fred announces and they both approach the bed side. “If you get this right, I’ll untie you. If not, then you stay like this until we are all done.”

“Okay,” you say while rubbing at your wrists. Your heart races as you feel the mattress sink with both of their weights.

One of them leans over you, their hips between your legs. You wiggle in excitement as you feel the tip of their cock separate you. A finger lands on your clit and slap your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan. The other brother wraps his fingers around your sore wrists and moves them to the side. They like to hear you every sound you make, you know this, but you still can’t help but feel shy about it.

The brother on top of you circles his thumb over your soaked nub and begins to slowly penetrate you. You let out a soft whine as he enters you. You curve your back and rock your hips against him. The boy curses under his breath and continues to push even further inside. Your walls constrict and grip him, his full girth making you feel like he was completely splitting you open. Each thrust he made was tender and gentle. You could feel his eyes on you, scanning up and down your body as you writhe underneath him.

You make a mental effort to relax your muscles as he fully enters you. His are pressing against yours, his throbbing cock temporarily buried deep within you. He leans down and kisses you, pulling out slightly and then grinding back against you. Your cries are being muffled from his tongue that is now probing your mouth. Blood rushes to your cunt as he continues to work on you with tiny circles over your clit with the pad of his finger.

You tangle your fingers into his hair and turn your head to break the kiss. Both of the twins were similar in how they loved to build you up, but there was a controlled hesitation and tenderness that only one of them had mastered.

“George. You’re George,” you moan.

A soft kiss lands on your cheek, his cock still fully sheathed inside of your quavering pussy. “Good job,” he says sweetly. “Now do you want me to untie you?”

“No,” you say with his face in your hands. “But please let me see you.”

George does as you ask and slips up the blindfold, his perfect face coming into view. Fred was to the side of you, grinning from ear to ear while massaging his erection slowly while watching his brother take you. You reach over and take him in your hands, mimicking the same speed he was going, looking directly into his fiery eyes.

The muscles in your legs burn and shake from being pulled apart so far. You were flexible, but the ropes almost seem to know exactly what a person’s limit is and would go just over the threshold. George picks up his pace. You look down to admire how beautiful his body looks slamming into yours. You could see the muscles under his ribs tighten every time he would thrust forward.

Watching him almost sends you over the edge completely, but you hold back. Your walls quake and constrict him tighter than ever, and he looks down at you with sweat running down his face. “Come on, Y/N. Let go for me,” he says sweetly. You try to hold it back even more, letting him edge you with his hands and cock. The heat was building, and your vision was beginning to go blurry.

Fred reaches out and touches your breast tenderly, then grabs you by the throat. “If he tells you to cum you better do it then, shouldn’t you?”

“F-Fuck,” you scream out and crane your neck back, the top of your head pressing into the pillow. All of your muscles tense, and shockwaves travel through your torso and to your limbs. Your cunt pulsates and squeezes, sending George over at the same time. He slumps forward, your lips meeting at once.

He shakes and you feel some of his cum start to seep out of you and travel down your ass. He carefully pulls out and hovers over you for a moment. “You’re perfect,” he whispers in your ear. You respond with a quick kiss, before he rolls over on his side to get off of you.

You ask gently to Fred, who is still hard in your hands. “Untie me, please.”

He nods and grabs his wand from the bedsheets and flicks it at the ropes. With a quick murmur, you are finally free from its grasp. You get to your knees and pull Fred into a hungry kiss, pushing him back so that he was against the metal headboard. You assume it has to be cold, but he didn’t seem to notice or even care about that.

He watches you with a smirk as you straddle him, his hard erection already lining perfectly up with your opening.

“I believe I owe you this,” you say smartly as you ease down onto him. This time, he gasps, and you bite your lip with pride. You were going to make him wish he owed you every day of the week forever. Maybe then he would stay up late at night thinking of you the way you did of them.

You whimper as he pushes his hips back up towards you, and you grind back and forth and side to side in response. Riding him is like nothing else that you have ever experienced. He doesn’t just give up control, you have to fight him for it. He grabs you by the back of the hair and pulls you down so far that your back arches. You feel your ass jump every time he thrusts from under you.

Fred’s face is flushed and jaw slacked open as his hips stop and he lets you finally take full control. You tilt your pelvis and rock your hips as you glide up and down his cock. His one hand leaves the bruising skin on your hips and plays with your clit again. Your legs spasm and dig your nails into his bare chest so that you could keep a steady rhythm.

The build up was so fast, that your second orgasm hit you out of nowhere, leaving you crumbling on his chest. He holds you close to his chest by wrapping both arms around your lower back. Fred continues to slam into your quaking walls, the overstimulation making you see stars as you cry out helplessly. You can feel him start to shake as well as he reaches his peak. Your chest fills with fire as he lets out a loud grunt and grips the back of your hair. Semen pumps inside of you, and you shudder from the sensation of his cock pulsating.

With weak legs, you unmount him and collapse between Fred and George. You weren’t sure if you would even have the strength to make it back to your dorm tonight. They seem to have the same thought and embrace you from both sides.

“Now this,” Fred says with sleepiness heavy in his voice, “is how you spend a Friday night.”

George chuckles and moves a strand of hair from your red face. “You really are something special, Y/N,” he says softly, seemingly ignoring his brother's comment. Your heart misses a beat and you melt into their arms.

That’s where you spent the next two hours falling in and out of sleep in between the Weasley twins. Then at 3AM, they lead you back to the HufflePuff common room and each leave you with a tender kiss on both cheeks.

Even though it wasn’t specifically stated, you know you’ll be seeing them again.

Probably even sometime soon.

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bethsvrse · 5 months ago

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me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

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nottsangel · 5 months ago

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— hp porn links ੈ♡˳ 16k celebration.

warning: 18+ only. these are twitter links that contain porn videos. these are not fics.

includes: theodore nott, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, pansy parkinson, fred weasley, george weasley, ron weasley and harry potter.

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— THEODORE NOTT

brother’s bsf!theo fucking you in your room

sex with toxic!theo after a fight

dealer!theo fucking you in his car

bf!theo using you as a stress reliever

— MATTHEO RIDDLE

roommate!mattheo fucking you while everyone’s asleep

missionary with mattheo in his dorm room

bsf!mattheo helping you relax after a long day

classmate!mattheo fucking you against his desk

— DRACO MALFOY

enemy!draco fingering you in the bathroom

draco pounding into you from behind

dom!draco spanking you when you misbehave

draco sneaking into your dorm room late at night

— TOM RIDDLE

dom!tom fucking your throat

rough sex with tom after you’ve been needy all day long

bf!tom fingering you

tom waking you up in the middle of the night

— LORENZO BERKSHIRE

roommate!enzo fucking you in your room

makeup sex with bf!enzo after an argument

dom!enzo fingering you

reverse cowgirl with bsf!enzo

— PANSY PARKINSON

making out with bsf!pansy

gf!pansy eating you out

pansy fingering you in the bathroom between classes

sleepovers with bsf!pansy

— FRED WEASLEY

bsf!fred eating you out

morning sex with roommate!fred

bf!fred fucking you after you flirt with someone else

riding fred’s face after a stressful day

— GEORGE WEASLEY

bf!george breeding you full

baking with bsf!george

morning sex with roommate!george

george fucking you raw after you pull the condom off

— RON WEASLEY

jerking off sub!ron

riding classmate!ron after class

ron fucking you against the wall

sleepy sex with bf!ron

— HARRY POTTER

needy harry fucking your thighs

missionary with harry

dom!harry fingering you from behind

shower sex with bf!harry

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colmiillo · 4 months ago

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me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

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that1nerd-20 · 1 month ago

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When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

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bruhaalla · 6 months ago

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Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

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sivyera · 5 months ago

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nsfw headcanons and kinks of harry potter characters

ft. harry, ron, cedric, fred, george, draco, blaise, theodore, tom, hermione, pansy

a/n: well there is obviously a lot of SMUT, also it's a female reader

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⤷ Harry - lingerie

harry for sure loves when you wear some nice pair of lingerie, he finds it so hot when the nice lace hugs your body so perfectly. every time when he's out, he looks for some new pair of lingerie that he would buy you. oh yeah he buys you every single pair but one time, you surprised him on his b-day with red pair of lingerie (like gryffindor theme lingerie) and he was hard within seconds.

"oh- oh my fucking god, you look amazing sweetheart. do a spin for me please- slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look in this" harry hummed while he sat on his bed with you slowly turning in front of him. he could feel his hard dick pressing against his pants, pre-cum already making his boxers dirty. he brushed his hand over his erection before he hummed again. "come closer baby, i wanna touch you..."

⤷ Ron - body worship

ron was very unexperienced at the start, you were basically his first everything, first girlfriend, first kiss, first lover. so when was the first time you two had sex, he was just so mesmerized by your whole body that he had to watch himself for not cumming into his pants just from the sight of your naked body. you are gorgeous in his eyes, more than that! from that time it kinda sticked with him, every time you two have sex now, he has to worship you before anything, he wants you to know how beautiful you are on his eyes...

you could feel ron's hands tracing soft patterns over your sides while his eyes were glued to your boobs. "bloody hell, baby you are so beautiful.. " he mumbled while he moved his big palms over your boobs, squeezing them lightly. "i can't belive how lucky i'm to have you, now let me make you feel good." he added before he took off your panties and kissed his way down to your pretty cunt.

⤷ Cedric - praise kink

cedric is overall very vocal when you two have sex, he either growls, hums, groans, breaths heavily or he's mumbling praises to you. he really cannot help himself when he sees you all spread under him; your legs wrapped around him, your hands scratching his back while he holds your hips and is thrusting into you, mercilessly. he always makes sure that you can hear him properly so he usually leans closer to you, brushing his lips over your ear in soft kisses, whispering praise right into your ear.

"you're doing so good princess, taking all of me like this..." he whispers into your ear, his hips are crushing against yours, his dick hitting every right spot while you're a moaning mess under him. "you feel so good, i can't get enough of you, my sweet girl.." he groans again into your ear while his tempo isn't slowing down.

⤷ Fred - public sex

fred is thrilled with the idea of getting caught, it's the adrenaline and the possessivness from him screaming, i mean he wants people to know that you're his, that you chose him and that only HE makes you feel this good. so you two usually have sex somewhere around hogwarts. empty classroom, broom closet, empty gryffindor common room, bathroom, you name it.

"shh baby, be quiet you don't want anybody to catch us, do you?" he smirks while he has you seated on a desk in empty potion class. both of you are skipping class so it's pretty quiet outside on the hallways, anyone who will walk past can hear you. he doesn't care how loud you are because he doesn't care if you two get caught, he just wants to tease you. even tho you try to be quiet, you can't help yourself and moan again. "naughty girl yeah, let everybody know how good i make you feel..."

⤷ George - orgasm denial

george loves the face you make when he pushes you to the edge but just seconds before you're about to cum, he slows down his moves or stops completely, kissing your skin instead. he also loves teasing you but the way you get all pouty and squeeze around him when he denies you your orgasm is just something he can never get tired of. but eventually he'll let you cum and it's always the best orgasm ever.

he was thrusting into you in the perfect rhythm when you felt the familiar knot forming inside your belly, but just when the knot was about to release, he stopped. instead he immediately pressed his lips against your chest, kissing you around your boobs. "i know baby, i know... i'll give you what you want but god- when you squeeze around me like this, i can't help myself."

⤷ Draco - daddy kink

draco has big daddy issues so many of you could say that he'd hate being called daddy but he actually loves it. it makes him feel good, powerful and in control which he never was while being back home so... when you started calling him like this, he didn't let you stop. he sees you as his blessing and he wants to protect you with everything he has, like a good daddy should protect his precious baby.

"you're such a good girl for daddy, princess..." draco huffed while he was buried deep inside you. his hands were pressing your knees to your chest which made you ass go little up, letting him hit the perfect spot inside you. "yes, tell me who's your daddy? mhmf-..." he continues while you're mumbling under him. he loves when those sweet words leave your pretty mouth, it almost always makes him cum in seconds.

⤷ Blaise - bondage

blaise loves seeing how your flesh presses under the bondage, making your thighs and boobs look even more soft and squishy than they already are. he either bondages your whole body or only ankles and wrists so you can't move, but he loves both equaly. he always takes his time when he's wrapping the rope around your body but he also always makes sure that everything he does is comfortable to you, it could be dangerous for you and he doesn't wanna hurt you.

"you feelin' good, babe?" he speaks while his long fingers are brushing over your inner thighs, his eyes basically glued to the plush of them. he could feel his hard dick twitching in his boxers, leaving a small wet mark over the fabric so he quickly strokes himself before he continues. "you look so pretty like this, all just for me... take a deep breath, babe, just like this..."

⤷ Theodore - deep throat

there is nothing more theo loves more than when you are on your knees, your glassy looking up at him with tears falling down your cheeks while he hears how you are gagging on his dick. he doesn't care if you have good or bad gagging reflex, you can take it for him. if it's very serious and you just have to take a quick pause, he'll let you rest for like 30s before pushing you down on his dick again, this time little deeper than before. and when you let him cum into your mouth, you got yourself "bonus" orgasm.

"ngh- fuck baby-... your tongue feels so good around me, mhmm..." he hums while his head falls down between his shoulder blades with his fingers being tangled in your hair, pushing your head lower on his dick. his groans and moans are non-stopping while he can feel himself getting closer and closer. when he looks down at you and sees your pretty, bambi eyes already staring at him, he can feel himself cum. "oh dio-... now swallow for me, amore."

⤷ Tom - choking

choking makes feel tom in control, in control of your life while he brings you the best pleasure of your life. he can feel your pulse point under his thumb while you make this incredibly fuckable face, it drives him wild and incredibly horny. he can feel your heartbeat while he also makes you feel so good, it makes him feel powerful and he's hungry for power, any kind of power. but he'd never let you pass out, that's a big no for him.

he thrusted inside and out of you, mercilessly, while he had his hand firmly wrapped around you neck, perfectly feeling how was your heart beating through your pulse point. "oh are you about to cum? yeah, cum for me, my love..." he growled when his grip got tighter, making your eyes close in pleasure. you were still moaning under him which made him go little faster. with all of this, he came as well.

⤷ Hermione - thigh riding

hermione loves when she can multitask, it's somehow comforting to her. so one time when you found her in the library, learning for some up coming test, writing into her books; you sat on her thigh, wanting to distract her, she was hooked. she loved the feeling of you on her thigh, pleasuring yourself while she could write some notes into her textbook. from that time, she loved it and she often pulls you onto her lap with her thigh in perfect position for your pussy.

she wrote the last words into her book before her hands grabbed your hips, making you move faster, making your pussy spread over her thigh. "mhm you feel good like this? yes, you do? oh i know... come on, little faster." she mumbled into your ear, kissing you all the way down to your neck while her nails dug into your soft hips making you moan.

⤷ Pansy - face-sitting

pansy is literally obsessed with your pussy and all the noises you make when her tongue is buried deep inside you. she loves to explore all your folds because every time her tongue presses against a new spot, you squeeze your thighs around her head which makes her rub her thighs against each other. her eyes are glued on you the whole time while she presses her nose against your clit.

"mhmh come on-..." she quickly mumbles before she pushes your hips more onto her mouth while her tongue pushes deep inside you. her hands helped your hips slowly move back and forth while her tongue was licking each of your folds, swallowing each of your juice that she got on her tongue. your moans filled her ears and she could see you were getting closer which made her tongue work even faster.

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hiii! since it's getting close to october- that means kinktober season! this is my first ever kinktober event, so don't be too mean to me...stay alert for updates! if you want to be apart of my taglist for this event- reply down below!

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- minors dni! for others- please read the warnings and tags before reading- don't like, don't read!

- all fics will be dom!male!character x sub!fem!reader.

- all characters i write for are 18+ and consenting adults!!!

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praise kink | spencer reid x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, praise kink, porn without plot.

- ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 𝟶𝟶𝟹.

exhibitionism | theodore nott x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, degradation, name calling (whore/slut), porn without plot.

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period sex | rafe cameron x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of period blood, porn without plot.

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- ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 𝟶𝟶𝟽.

thigh riding | aaron hotchner x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, thigh riding, praising, porn without plot.

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piss kink | jj maybank x inexperienced!fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, piss kink, holding/pee desperation, wetting, vaginal sex, teasing/light degradation.

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face sitting | james potter x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, face sitting, oral (f recieving), porn without plot.

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squirting | patrick zwieg x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, female ejaculation (squirting), name calling (slut), fingering.

- ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 𝟶𝟷𝟻.

mirror sex | spencer reid x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, mirror sex, vaginal sex, p in v from behind, choking.

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blindfold/sensory deprivation | theodore nott x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, sensory depravation, blindfold use, spit play.

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dacryphilia | patrick zwieg x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, porn without plot.

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hand kink | george weasley x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, hand kink, mild exhibitionism, fingering, teasing, dirty talk.

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phone sex | art donaldson x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, phone sex, mutual masturbation, pet names (baby, pretty, good girl), porn without plot.

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body worship | spencer reid x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, body worship, oral (f recieving), porn without plot.

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desperation | fred weasley x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, handjob, blowjob, praise kink, porn without plot.

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innocence/corruption kink | tashi duncan x art donaldson x fem!reader | contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, fmf threesome, corruption/innocence kink, vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, praise kink, porn without plot.

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noelan1 · 7 months ago

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Do you ever read a really questionable fanfiction or a spicy love story and think "what the fuck did I just read"

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shelbybyr · 1 year ago

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When you run out of fics to read

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joka13 · 7 months ago

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FANFICTION (REQUEST): Weasley Twins x Reader (Hufflepuff Girl) - Lovesick - Part 5/5

WARNINGS: British swearing, vomiting

Never before had the Weasley twins experienced anxiety in such a way as this. Throughout their whole lives, they'd grown more and more accustomed to not having a single care in the world. Within only mere seconds they had gained something, or rather someone, that caused them to become literally ill because they didn't know if she felt the same way about them. This was the day Fred and George would confess their love to you. They were determined to do so, but the possibility of your rejection was unexpectedly the most frightening thing they had ever faced.

"George," Fred whined over an untouched plate of bacon and eggs. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"You are sick," George said. He began to cough, resulting in a lapful of petals.

"Do I look terrible? Because you look terrible."

"Thanks. You look as healthy as a horse with an infected leg wound yourself."

A short moment later, Harry and Ron sat down with the twins for breakfast.

"Morning," Fred and George said together.

Harry looked up at the twins, appearing slightly concerned. "You two sound like—"

"Aah!" Ron exclaimed in alarm at beholding his brothers' sickly, colorless faces. "Bloody hell, are you guys... vampires?"

George, who sat next to Ron, turned to face him directly right before sneezing. The twins laughed weakly as Ron was littered with petals.

Ron blinked, wearing an expression of vague surprise. Then a knowing grin spread across his face. "That's right! You guys are in love!"

"Aren't vampires supposed to be sexy nowadays?" Fred asked, smiling loftily and ignoring Ron's comment.

"Right, because that's exactly what I was thinking when I called you a vampire," Ron snorted sarcastically as he brushed himself off. "Nah, you'd be the sort of vampire that's just plain scary. The sort that feeds off homeless people and stray dogs." Ron squinted at the twins and stroked an invisible beard, observing. "You'd probably live in a cave with only bats for friends. And your back story—"

"Alright, we get it," Fred and George huffed in annoyance.

"Hold on... How'd you know about the, er, Hanky-wanky disease?" George asked.

Ron laughed. "Harry had it a while back."

"Ron!" Harry hissed angrily.

Ron shrugged. "What? It wasn't much of a secret."

Fred chuckled, "Hmm, yes. Ms. Chang was it?"

"We didn't need to see you hacking up flower petals to know that you fancied her," George laughed, and his laughing quickly turned into a petal-spewing coughing fit.

"Speaking of," Harry said, trying to change the subject. "Who is it that you fancy?"

"Now that's a secret," said George.

"At least until we can call her ours," said Fred.

"'Ours'?" Harry and Ron repeated together, confused.

Fred pointed to the top side of his bare wrist with a sudden urgency. "Would you look at the time! We'd best be going."

"Don't want to be late for class," George agreed as he and his twin stood up to leave.

"Since when did you care so much about making it to class on time?" Ron asked, suspicious. "The clock tower hasn't even rung."

"Don't worry about it, Ronald!" the twins called out behind them on their way to the doors.

They overheard Hermione, who was just now arriving at the Gryffindor table for breakfast, ask, "Why are there flower petals everywhere?"

Fred and George laughed, then coughed, and exited the Great Hall while leaving a trail of more pink petals in their wake.

As you headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast, you could not stop yawning. Since your meeting with the Weasley twins that day in Filch's office, you hadn't gotten much sleep. Though, during the times in which you had slept, you had wonderful dreams of Fred and George, so you were not all that upset about it.

It was the flower petals that drove you absolutely mad. Frankly, it was embarrassing; it was terrible to have your situation made so obvious to everyone around you (or at least to those that knew about the Hanahaki illness) every time you coughed in the middle of a class. And the retched petals made an appearance so often now that you stopped bothering to clean them up. You'd decided that you would tolerate the disease no longer, and you would tell the Weasley twins about your feelings for them the first opportunity that was given. You wished you'd known only how soon that would be when you turned a corner to be met face to face with none other than Fred and George Weasley.

"Oh! H-hello, Fred. Hi, George," you laughed nervously, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest. This was it!

"Hello, y/n!" the twins responded a bit too enthusiastically, also surprised at the encounter.

Then, all at once, you hiccupped, George sneezed, and Fred began to cough.

You felt utterly embarrassed as you spat out a couple of petals onto the floor, but that feeling was quickly overwhelmed by astonishment as you realized that Fred and George had flower petals falling out of their mouths, too. Then you noticed how very unwell the brothers looked. In fact, their complexions matched the one you saw on yourself in the bathroom mirror that morning. It was in that moment that it dawned on you...

"Wait," George sniffed, his brow furrowing in puzzlement. He pointed to the small amount of flower petals by your feet. "Do you...?"

You gestured to the many, many petals spread out in front of the twins, grinning uncontrollably. "Are you two...?"

Your smile disappeared as Fred finished coughing, his eyes opening wide. He turned away, putting a hand on the nearby wall to steady himself.

"Freddie?" George asked. "Are you alright?'

As if in response, Fred proceeded to throw up a strange, pink liquid with flower petals instead of partially digested food.

"Aw," George groaned, looking away in disgust. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to that."

You stood back, wanting to help Fred but not sure of how you could. Then you remembered why you wanted to talk to the twins in the first place.

Though it was now an awkward time for it, you confessed. "Fred!" you called, making sure he'd hear you. "I... I like you!"

Fred, having stopped vomiting up the pink substance, slowly stood up straight. "Wow," he said, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his robe and turning to face you again. "I feel so much better." He looked much better too. Color had already begun to return to his face, and the dark circles under his eyes faded slightly.

You sighed with relief, relief that Fred was feeling better and that it meant he had feelings for you.

"And you, George!" you chuckled gingerly, turning to him. "I like y-you as well."

Though he had seemed to realize it moments ago when he saw your petals, George appeared to relax now that you'd said it out loud. He smiled blissfully as the illness visibly drained out of him.

"Now..." you said as you started to feel a bit sick to your stomach. "You say it back before I barf, too."

The twins gave a hearty laugh, very obviously feeling better, before each getting down on one knee in front of you.

"We love you, y/n!" they exclaimed simultaneously, putting one hand on their chests and extending the other towards you.

You grinned, feeling, in that single moment, whole again in more ways than one. Your stomach immediately felt better, and that awful feeling of something unhealthy sitting somewhere deep inside you that had gradually increased over time quickly melted away. You took in a deep breath, grateful for the clearness of your lungs that you had begun to think you'd never experience again, and exhaled in satisfaction. Though you now felt well again physically, you also felt a happiness so great that you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You!" a rough, angry voice yelled from behind the twins. Fred and George turned around, and you caught a glimpse of Filch walking towards them with clenched fists. "You took out one of your toys here, didn't you?" he growled, pointing to the pink vomit on the floor. "Just so that I would have to clean up after you!"

"Run!" Fred and George giggled together, not wanting to bother explaining anything to Filch, and turned to hurriedly usher you forward. You laughed as the three of you raced away with Filch cursing behind you.

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karahofthedawn · 2 years ago

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You Owe Us One (Part 1) - Fred Weasley / George Weasley x reader

*this is my first post, so I'm not entirely sure how this all works lol

Plot:

After tailing the Weasley twins after dark for months, they finally catch on and confront you.

It seems impossible that they ever had their eyes on you, but they are determined to prove their interest and intentions.

And anyway.. you do kind of owe them for stalking them.

Essentially... Pure smut.

Part 2 is up.

Contains:

Threesome, teasing, fingering, underage sex, vaginal and oral sex.

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It wasn't the first time you explored Hogwarts castle on your own. Since your first year, you found that the best way to get to know the secret tunnels and passages was when the rest of Hufflepuff was fast asleep. There, now in your 6th year and within the dark hours, you could find solace in those old cold stone walls.

This night started like any other, with your wand clutched in your hand as you headed down the deserted corridor. You keep light on your feet as you carefully move towards one of your chosen paths. The goal was to reach the blind folded woman's statue, and it was just around the bend.

That's when quickened footsteps echoed behind you. You swiftly turn the corner and begin searching for an escape route. From the shuffled steps and angry murmuring, you knew that it had to be Filch.

He couldn't catch you, not again.

The blind folded woman was at the end of the hallway, but as the light source became brighter, you knew it was impossible to make it in time.

You could give up, grovel and beg for Filch to understand. Maybe just take the punishment of detention and face Professor Sprout for sneaking off again. How many times could you be forgiven?

Your breath catches in your chest as a warm hand covers your mouth.

A whispered voice is in your ear now. "Step back, come on. We got you."

As the footsteps grew nearer, you did as you were instructed and stepped back. Your spine pushes against the stranger, his hand slips from your face and onto your shoulders. You shut your eyes as you allow him to guide you into the shadows.

Filch passes without hesitation, and you could hear his frustrated muttering fade as he moves further down the hall. You exhale sharply and return your wand back to your pocket. As you come to your senses, you realize that you're no longer in a place you recognize. This was a passageway, but not one you had explored before. The walls were sticky from condensation and the dampness hung in the air.

You blindly turn your head. You could hear breathing, but you couldn't make out who's silhouette it was.

"Close call," the voice whispers.

A similar one chimes in, "very close. Lumos!"

The second that their wands illuminate, you recognize the two boys as the Weasley twins - Fred and George. They glance at each other before staring down at an old piece of parchment paper that was in the one brother's hands.

"You're lucky George saw you before Filch did," Fred beams and tucks the paper away delicately into his back pocket.

"He's never over here this time of night," you huff and turn to see the now dead end that replaced the door in which you originally came. Their light brown eyes focus on you as you run your hand over the cool stone wall.

Without needing to ask, George obliges with an answer. "It's a one way door. It really threw us through a loop the first time we used it too."

You turn on your heel and push past the two boys. Their copper hair glows from the light from their wands as they follow closely behind you.

"How did you even find this place?" You ask as you stride further into the darkness and take a sharp turn to the right. A soft orange glow came into sight and you head towards it.

"We know all of the secret tunnels that Hogwarts has," one of them replied.

It was a short walk in the darkness before you reached a doorway where the orange light was originating from. You placed a hand on it and went to push it open.

One of the Weasley's puts their hand over yours. "That's not the way out," he quickly explains.

"Okay, but what's in here?" You ask and watch the two boys look at each other. For a moment they seem to be talking telepathically, as they only made small movements with their eyes and mouths, but it was like a full fledged debate was happening silently right in front of you.

"Fred and I want to know, Y/N, do you think you could keep a secret?" George said with a smile, resting his forearm against the wall and staring intently down at you.

You take a moment to debate your answer. Of course you can keep a secret, but why are they acting so weird about what's in this room? Your curiosity would eat at you if you didn't find out.

Another question rang out, how did they know your name? You hadn't spoken to them before, and you weren't on the Quidditch team like them. Nor were you the type to put yourself in the limelight. You pushed the thought back, as your interest in this hidden room was piqued once again.

"Okay, yeah, I'll keep your secret" you say confidently. They regard each other for a moment, then Fred nods. They gesture for you to open the door.

The space was brightly lit from a fireplace in the middle of the room. A red couch that appeared old but in good shape sat to the left, and on the other side was a large wooden table. There were boxes piled on top with jars lined across with different plants and miscellaneous ingredients. A cauldron lay on its side with a green substance oozing out onto the dusty stone floor.

The door shuts behind you, and you turn to see Fred leaning against it. George approaches you and lays his hand over your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his palm as he guides you over to the table. He pulls your side against his as he gestures dramatically to the mess, like a proud parent to their children’s sports trophies. He reaches for a vial with a light pink liquid inside. He held in it between his forefinger and thumb, he began explaining just how one drop of this concoction would cause even the strongest willed person to fall madly in love with whoever is in front of them for roughly 10 minutes at a time.

"It wasn't intended that way," Fred added, still at the door. "It was supposed to be an emergency fainting potion. That way you can get out of any class or tense situation by feigning illness."

George nodded. "But, we did make a few tweaks to it. We are hoping to get this right by Spring."

"Right," you said, taking in the entire scene. You could already imagine the boys sitting up all night as they mix and test their new concoctions. "There was word out that you sell this kind of.. stuff." You tap the table with your knuckles and study the vials once more. Their mischievous nature wasn't a secret. They were proud of who they were and what they loved to do, it was a reason so many in the Gryffindor house adored them.

"So, Y/N, you kind of owe us," George started and gave a quick side eye to his brother who smirked.

You scoff and fold your arms. "Owe you?"

"Well, we did save you from Filch, didn't we?" Fred reminds you gently as he steps across the room and stands on the other side of you.

You turn to him and furrow your brows. “And I'm keeping your hideout a secret, so doesn't that make us even?" You defended and watched the brothers shuffle their feet.

"She has a point, Fred," George points out and covers his smile with his hand.

"Listen," Fred said cooly as he approaches you. "Let’s cut to the chase here. We've been watching you for some time." He pulls the parchment from his pocket and lays it out on the table. "We know you’re out and about when you should be sleeping like your other little Hufflepuff friends.”

"Walks help me clear my head," you say quickly as Fred takes another step towards you. The fire dances in his now golden brown eyes as he observes you even closer.

"We know you watch us too," George whispers from behind you, making chills run down your spine. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your hair. "Might have gotten away with it too, if we didn't have our map."

“And the map never lies,” Fred said while pointing to where their names lay on the parchment.

You look down at the floor as the heat rises in your cheeks. You were so sure they had no clue, that you had tailed them expertly for so long that you became a master of being unseen. It started off as a small crush that turned into a borderline obsession the more you learned about the brothers. Now you've been caught, and the terror stricken realization that they knew about it along was starting to seep in.

"I'm sorry," you spurt out. "It was stupid, I know. But I wasn't going to tell anyone what you were doing, and I still won't." You look Fred in the eyes and he smiles as you whimper, "I promise."

"We believe you," George says quietly as he moves your hair from your neck. The tip of his fingers graze over your skin. You try to hold back the shiver it gives you but it's no use. They both immediately seem to pick up on it and step even closer.

You were between them both now, as they were each just inches away from your chest and back. George's hot breath on your neck as Fred reaches out and tilts your head up. "Well you owe us now, don't you?"

A lump was in your throat and you squeaked out, "I.. I guess, yeah." Your legs felt like jello as George's fingers trailed from your jaw to your collarbone, only stopping as he reached the threshold of where your shirt was. His touch was so much gentler than you had always imagined; and, how you’ve imagined it almost every night before bed, sometimes during class, or even just at random times in general. You'd fantasize about twins and how you’d give anything to know what it felt like to be the center of their attention, the way they had been for you for so long.

George’s chest presses against your back, and you lean against his touch and close your eyes. His temple meets yours as he ever so slowly places his both hands on your waist. “Tell me,” he says so quietly that you have to focus on exactly what he’s saying. “Do you want us as much as we want you?”

Your eyes flick open with surprise, and before you could answer, Fred meets your mouth with his. His lips are soft and fit perfectly against yours. His fingers tangle in your hair as he pushes you back into George with his own body. The feeling of being between them made the fire in your chest travel down your torso and into your stomach, where it bloomed into a powerful yearning that made your legs immediately start to shake. You wanted to play hard to get, the way you had always envisioned, but it seemed almost impossible now.

“Wait,” you gasp out as George begins kissing down your neck. He pauses immediately and nudges his head against you.

“What is it, Y/N?” Fred asks as his fingers leave your hair and cradle your face tenderly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say shakily, trying to ignore just how much you long for their hands over every inch of you. “I just, I-I’m just a little confused by, well, all of this. It’s so sudden.. And..” The brothers pulled back, their warmth leaving and left you immediately regretting even saying anything. You weren’t against any of this, but it seemed just too good to be true.

George laces his fingers with yours as Fred moves the hair from your face. “Come on, let’s have a sit then,” George said as he guided you to the couch.

You sit squeezed between the twins on the red cushions. They glance between each other and you. Even without them saying a word, you could tell that they were anxious. To break the silence, you reach out and take both Fred and George’s hands and begin with asking the question that was heaviest in your mind. “How long did you know?”

“Oh,” the boys regarded each other again for a moment before Fred answered with, “a while.”

“Really?” You blink and squeeze their fingers, and they both nod in response.

“Like I said, you would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the Marauders map. You are quite resourceful and sneaky for a Hufflepuff,” George remarks with a cheshire cat grin.

Fred nudges you with his shoulder and tilts his head when you look his way. “I think that’s why we took such a liking to you. You kept it..”

“Interesting,” George continued for his brother. “But it’s hard to catch someone so evasive.”

“So we had to set a trap,” Fred explains sheepishly. “Maybe not the best move in the book.”

George exclaimes, “but here we are!”

“Right..” You bite your lip and adjust in your seat. “So, Filch was..?”

“A diversion, in a sense, yeah,” Fred admits, then avoids her gaze and stares off into the flames of the fireplace. He smooths back his red hair and smiles at your hand in his.

“So you really.. Are into this, then? Not a secret Weasley love potion gone wrong?” You ask shyly, realizing how it was showcasing your inability to accept their genuine interest in you. It felt like a dream that you were going to wake up from at any minute.

They laugh in unison and put their arms around you. Their temples pressing against both sides of yours. “Oh bloody hell - George?”

“Yeah, Fred?”

“Did you take that love potion?”

“Why, no. Did you?”

Fred hesitates as he taps his finger to his lips. His face pulls into a serious expression as he squints towards the ceiling. “You know what?”

“What?” His brother pipes up, matching his upbeat tone.

“I don’t think I have either,” Fred states with a large toothy grin.

You went to cover your face with your hands in embarrassment, but they held onto you. “I got it,” you giggle and lean your head back into the cushion behind you. You’ve always loved their banter, and right now it was exactly what you needed to feel assured in what they were telling you. They both watch you with curiosity written all over their faces. “I just never thought you’d notice me, is all,” you admit and blush.

“Do you need us to prove that we do?” Fred asks playfully, then lifts his free hand and gently strokes your hair from away from your jaw to behind your shoulder. The cold air hits your exposed neck and you shudder.

Your mind races as both of the boys slowly begin touching your arm and shoulders. George's fingers travel up the other side of your neck and find your earlobe. His large hands gingerly wrap around the back of your neck and his lips are just inches from your hair.

"Do you want us to show you how much we notice you, Y/N?" His voice is soft but raspy, and his breath is hot against your skin.

You feel your face start to flush. This had to be a dream. There's no way you're here right now, alone with the two boys you've yearned for. You turn to George now and he holds your face with the palm of his hand. You nod as your attention flicks between his dilated pupils and his parted lips. You wonder if the two boys taste the same.

"We want to hear you say it, right Fred?" George says and places his thumb ever so gently on your lower lip. From his fidgeting legs, you could tell he was working hard on holding back.

You nod again and follow up with a quiet, but very clear, "yes." George searches your face for a moment, like he was trying to write it to his memory forever.

The tension in your chest finally bursts as you lean forward and kiss him. You muffle a small gasp of surprise that leaves his mouth with your tongue. He matches your energy almost immediately. He unweaves his fingers with yours, and tangles them in your hair.

You make an immediate mental note that George does, in fact, taste different. Not just that, but his energy in a whole feels completely foreign from his brother's. His touch was gentle and he moved like a boat would in water, fluid and adapting.

Your tongue rolls against his as his torso pushes you into Fred, who is kissing down your neck and onto your shoulder as he pulls down your sweater to reveal more of your bare skin.

Your legs instinctively close tightly as Fred's hands find your thigh. Maybe it wasn't a waste putting on thigh high socks and a skirt tonight after all. Plan for the unexpected, you always thought.

You turn your head and pull Fred into a lustful kiss. His beautiful copper hair softly brushes against your cheek. You know if this continues, soon your whole body will match that same shade of red.

George wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you onto his lap. Your ass sits lightly on top of his bulge, that he's now pressing hard into you. His hands wander up your torso as his brother continues to hold you by your face with both hands.

Fred pulls back, a trail of saliva still connects your mouth with his. You feel George pull up your sweater. The damp cold air meets your stomach and chest. A little lacey black bralette covers your breasts as the rest of your pale skin glows in the orange light.

The room echoes with your soft moan that escapes your lips as George grinds up into you again. You look longingly at Fred, as he remains inches from your face. He watches you squirm as his brother slowly pries your legs apart with his, leaving your panties slightly exposed.

"You sure this is ok?" Fred checks in and places his palm on your bare thigh.

You nod breathlessly as George begins pushing against you, his erection even more prominent now. Fred smiles and looks down at your legs being spread open in front of him. His grip loosens around your thigh and creeps ever so slowly towards where you ache.

You need him. You need them both. Your legs shake as his fingers meet the edge of the silky material. He looks to you again and you grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in to a hungry kiss.

George matches your energy by letting his thumbs sneak under your bra and over your nipples. He carefully rolls his fingers over the hardened nubs, and you respond by grinding against him. His grip hardens and his head rolls back against the cushion.

Fred takes the opportunity to graze gently over your now soaked panties. Your attention snaps back to him and he grins through a kiss. He loved teasing you like this. They were both playing you like a fiddle. Their hands were separate but worked in unison to hit every spot that craved their touch.

All of your self control you had to not make noise left the second that Fred presses the pad of his index finger over your center. You let out a loud gasp and your legs start shaking from both excitement, and George holding them apart. You go between wiggling under their touch and pushing hard against George's chest.

It felt impossible for you to take in everything that was happening to you. You wish you could just slow it down so you could fully remember this moment for the rest of your life.

Fred's face reddens as he carefully sneaks his fingers under your panties and rests them right over your slick slit. His tongue probes your mouth the same time that he finds your clit and muffles your cries and whimpers. He plays with you so gently, just barely touching your needing and aching nub.

Your back curves, and George catches your neck with his mouth. He licks at your skin, sucking gently at the crook where your neck and shoulder meet. His palms slide under your bralette and he caresses your breasts tenderly. You can hear him breathing and panting underneath you, his erection pulsates against your ass.

Your attention is ripped away from the twin behind you as Fred's middle finger begins to penetrate you. This time, he lifts his mouth from yours and stares directly into your eyes. You bite back a moan and crane your head away in embarrassment. He quickly catches your cheek and holds you steady.

The flames dance in his eyes. "Do you like it?" He asks, his voice low and gravely.

You nod, still fighting to stay quietly. He responds by pushing his digit in even further. Your walls tighten around him, and he grins devilishly.

One of George's hands runs down your stomach and slides right under your panties. He whispers in your ear as you squirm under his touch, "it's okay, Y/N, nobody will hear you. You don't have to be quiet, just let it out."

A sudden quake of pleasure erupts from your core as Fred pushes his finger all the way inside. You could feel his knuckles against your folds as he carefully pumps it in and out of you. George coos encouragingly in your ear quietly as he rubs your slick clit with two fingers.

"Look at you," Fred smirks and wriggles his finger in a 'come here' fashion. "You've wanted this all along, haven't you?"

Your eyes widen and you shut your mouth in protest. You were trying to hold onto a semblance of control, that you weren't completely weak in their hands. But every second, your body quaked even more with their touch. The pressure between your legs was building, and you knew it wouldn't be long before they'd get what they want - what you always wanted.

Fred's eyes shifted to the side, and his smirk grew even larger. Just like that, they stopped in unison. He looked back at you and wiped some sweat from your temple with his thumb. His hand began moving away, and you bucked your hips in protest.

They twins laugh. George removes his hand from your breast and wraps his fingers tenderly around your neck. His large hands fit so easily around you that it made your chest flutter. "You're a stubborn one."

"I told you she'd be interesting," Fred says with a slight raise of his brow. He admires your nude and shaking body. "Now how about you tell us just what you want." The crackling of the fire fills the silence that follows.

They remain still, Fred's finger still buried inside of you as George's hand lingers over your clit. They know what you want, so why do they need to hear it? It's embarrassing enough to be so vulnerable, why did they need you to give in even more?

Fred shrugs and goes to pull away, but you quickly grab his wrist. You need release, you need to feel both of them inside of you. You need to know what it's like to be under their complete control.

"I-.." your voice dries as you go to speak. Fred leans in, and George nudges you encouragingly with his forehead. "I want you to make me feel good."

"Oh, so you don't feel good already?" Fred teases and starts to add a second finger in your entrance.

You sigh out, in both frustration and anticipation. "You're ridiculous," you say breathily.

George returns his pressure on your clit and keeps his grasp around your neck. "You're ridiculous," he mocks back. "Just say it, tell us what you want." You turn your head and shoot him a glare, then a loud moan finally pierces through your self control as Fred fully forces in two fingers.

"Fuck!" You yell out as he curls his fingers and presses his knuckles against you. Your walls shake and squeeze, and you can feel that tension from before immediately building up towards your peak. "Please! Please!" You can't stop shaking now. Your spine curves and your hips twitch.

"Please what?" Fred teasingly asks.

"Tell us," George encourages as he circles your clit.

"Please, fucking make me cum. God!" Your brain hazes over and you tilt your head back against George. "Then I want you both to fuck me!" You were so embarrassed that you admitted it, but it was immediately erased by your quick building orgasm.

"Good girl!" George laughed and sunk his teeth into your shoulder lightly. His hard cock pushes against you as your hips grind, desperate for more friction.

Fred's mouth collides with yours, right as your legs and walls begin to quiver. His wet tongue slid in between your lips and he caught your loud moan. Instead of muffling you, he pulled back and admired your flushed and pleasure filled face as you came all over his fingers.

"Fuck," you pant and look right into Fred's hungry stare. His fingers left you, and you could feel George fidget underneath you.

"As you wish," he said with a grin.

Before you could even comprehend what he meant, you are lifted by George and laid on your back against the red velvet cushions. He looms over you as he slips your panties off your legs. You look down and see that he already partially removed his black pants. His thick erection was exposed and only inches away from your opening.

You stare up at him and squirm nervously. He seems to pick on this and leans down and kisses your cheek. He whispers so quietly that you know that it would remain between the both of you. "I'll be gentle, don't worry."

Your heart races as he pulls back and smiles at you. He lines up with your entrance, rubbing your sensitive slit with the head until it is covered in your slick. He pushes, and you reach up and grab his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving tiny crescent moons behind.

Another small thrust, and the burning starts. You gasp as he carefully inserts the rest of his cock inside of you. It was like he was made for you, the way he perfectly fills you up. His hips meet yours, and then he pulls back slightly. He keeps pausing and seemingly checks in on you.

"Please," you beg. "I need you, George."

George nods and grabs you by the hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. His lips meet yours, but the kiss is hungrier than it had ever been. He tilts his head and rolls his tongue against yours as he slams down into you. You choke on your moans as he grips your hair and thrusts harder into you. Your body feels like it's on fire as his cock repeatedly stretches your walls, going deeper and deeper.

Your back is completely pushed in the cushion now as his pace becomes more steady. Your eyes are tearing from the mixture of pain and pleasure that fills every inch of you. You feel loved, wanted, needed, and lusted.

Fred watches from the couch side, a devilish grin across his face as he rubs at his erection. His eyes are on you. Every moan you let you make him shudder with excitement.

George's thrusting stops and he pulls out, you go to protest but he flips you over in an instant. Your shaking knees and hands dig into the red cushion. You feel completely vulnerable as the cold air caresses your bare skin. Somewhere in the midst, you had lost your shirt and didn't even realize.

George appears in front of you now, his wet cock gleaming in the fire light. You reach up and gently massage the tip of his cock. He pulsates under your fingers as you glide them over the sensitive tip, then down his thick shaft.

You lock eyes with him, and slowly lick up his length. He shudders and moves your hair from your face. His small breathy noises drove you wild. You always dreamed of making the Weasely twins feel good.

Two hands were on your hips now, and you knew it was Fred's turn to fuck you. Your chest blooms with excitement as rubs his cock on the outside of you first. The anticipation of him taking you made your clit start lightly pulsating.

You try to focus your attention on George as his brother penetrates you. Your walls immediately squeeze Fred as he enters, and take George fully in your mouth at the same time. You let out a mixture of moans and choking sounds as you start getting fucked slowly.

George took you by the hair again and forced himself further down your throat, then pulled you back so you could breathe again. He does this a few times, pausing to let you scream out as Fred continues to pound into you.

The slapping of hips against your ass mixed with your muffled screams echoes in the stone walled room. This was heaven, you are sure of it - In between the two men you craved for years and letting them use your body for their pleasure.

Fred leans down and pries your legs apart, then slips his hand over your clit again. Your moans were inescapable now, and this seemed to make George even harder in your mouth. Both kept their grip on you, as they thrusted on both ends of you.

What felt like seconds, you start to reach your peak again. Your walls shudder and Fred increases his speed with his fingers and thrusts. You look up at George, who has his head rolled back as he fucks your mouth.

Your orgasm reaches you and you close your legs, trapping Fred's hand, and shake violently. He keeps working on you, the overstimulation sends you over a second time. You go to back off of George's cock, but he holds you steady and he moans out. His cum rolls over your tongue and you immediately start to swallow it.

At the same time, Fred finally collapses over you as he fills your pussy. Both leave themselves inside of you for several seconds, before slowly pulling out of you.

You collapse on George's chest, breathing heavy and trembling. Fred lets you rest your legs over his lap and caresses your thigh with the tip of his fingers.

The brothers look at each other and then high five dramatically. You bury your face in your hands and groan.

"Guess I don't owe you anymore?" You say, still keeping your embarrassed expression hidden.

The brothers both shrugged, and George answered teasingly, "Only if you want to."

You all laugh, and you feel yourself get drowsy. You think you might want to owe them one again sometime soon.

Or maybe, they can owe you instead.

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