#fred weasley

[toorumlk]

the kiddos!

[tsukimirecs]

GRYFFINDOR BOYS

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

FRED WEASLEY

mad woman

cupid crystals

a special friend

recovering a life

deep breath

strawberry letters

date after date

SIRIUS BLACK

complimentary quills

just a natural fact

brighten your days

black dog neighbour

padfoot

HARRY POTTER

harry potter and the long-lost beach episode

harry potter and the late-night company

potter love

gifts

green-eyed idiot

romancing professor potter

CHARLIE WEASLEY

creative writing class

favourites

taming the dragon tamer

lucky charm

let's pretend

GEORGE WEASLEY

heart-to-heart chase

beating a weasley

well-meaning deceit

see you again

it's definitely you

coming home

[rainydayathogwarts]

ready for bed - fred weasley

Humming in satisfaction, you welcomed the warmth from the mysterious manor, pulling the sleeves of your jumper over your cold hands, fingers stiff from the harsh weather. To be fair, it wasn't exactly cold, especially not during late july, but flying on a broom through the chilly night sky never guaranteed summer weather.

Harry pushed past you into the entrance, your hotheaded brother asking an insurmountable number of questions, as per usual. Alastor Moody grumbled something under his breath, nodding his head for you to follow him deeper into the house. "Harry, stop talking!" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest, rubbing your arms in an attempt to ease the chills on your skin.

"Why aren't you asking any questions!?" He retorted, giving you a judgemental look. "Because we're with two aurors, Harry, and I trust them. They'll tell us what's happening soon enough." Tonks smacked a hand on your shoulder, using her hold on you to guide you into the house. Suddenly, two tall figures appeared in front of you. You grinned at the sight of your godfather, gasping "Remus!"

Remus extended his arms out in an invitation for a hug, and you tumbled into his arms, settling your head on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your torso. "Oh, you're so warm." You sighed, tightening your grip around him. "Don't worry, uncle Sirius, you'll get your hug in a bit." Sirius chuckled next to you, a hand slung over Harry's shoulders.

"Well, come on then, you don't want to miss dinner." You and your brother were led into a vast kitchen, where you found the Weasleys, and some people you didn't recognise. Nodding at them in greeting, you sat at one of the empty seats of the table. Fred Weasley sat by your side.

You caught Fred's eye but quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks flush. He always had a way of making you feel so vulnerable. Your gaze followed his hand as it disappeared under the table, travelling across his chair to land on your leg. His soft touch gently ran down your thigh, where he stopped his movements, and stayed just resting. Gathering your hair at the back of your head in a makeshift bun, you spoke with a sigh "Nobody let Madame Hooch know I was on a broom with my hair down."

You got a chuckle from a few of the adults around you, but Harry, who was taking a seat facing you, froze on the spot. He pointed at you, causing you to jerk back. "What's that!?" He accused, and you looked behind you before facing him again. "Are those hickeys!?" Someone on the table choked on their drink, and immediately, you looked towards your godfather to explain yourself.

"In my defense, I was ready to go to bed."

"No-" Harry interrupted again, "How did you get those?"

Leaning back in your chair, you lifted both hands to your face to rub over your soft skin. "Harry, I am seriously about to teach you how to give hickeys at the dinner table?" Fred's hand tightened on your thigh softly, squeezing fondly. You turned your attention to Mrs. Weasley, who seemed as though she hadn't heard any of your conversation, and sincerely apologised to her for Harry's behaviour.

"That's not- that's not what I mean! We've been stranded at the Dursleys's all summer - who, how!?"

He made a good point, because everyone seemed suddenly more interested in the conversation. "Are you getting with one of our neighbours!?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes amusedly. "Don't be ridiculous Harry, I've been seeing my friends in the park."

A silence fell on the kitchen, and you glanced around worriedly, feeling as though you'd done something wrong. Tonks was the first one to speak. "But you haven't been able to send any owls."

You scoffed, but then furrowed your eyebrows. You'd question her about what she meant later. "Yeah, but there are other means of communication. You know, we decided before summer that we'd meet in the park the first monday, and then we just continued making plans whenever we saw each other. No elaborate plans involved." Then, to fill the awkward silence, you decided to add with a nervous chuckle "Dumbledore didn't think of that, did he?"

And suddenly, the room broke out into an interrogation.

"So who's this boyfriend of yours?"

"How many people have you seen?"

"How many times did you see these people?"

"Does anyone know you've been seeing them?"

"Look, I don't see how any of this is relevant!" You interrupted, standing up suddenly. "If Dumbledore — or anyone here for that matter — didn't want me seeing people, he should have planned better, so stop acting like I'm the one who's done something wrong!

Uh, and I'm gonna go!"

Spinning on your heels, you walked out of the kitchen, wandering in the lower floor of the house until you found the living room. Slumping on a couch, you let out a breathy laugh, finally feeling your cheeks go hot from the embarrassment of the entire situation. You hadn't even met some of the people in that room before, and Harry had immediately exposed your hickeys to all of them.

The door to the room opened and you straightened your head to peek at the person who entered. Fred had a grimace on his face, and he was walking towards you with a blush on his face that rivalled how you felt. You guessed Ron outed you. Any of his other siblings were too sensible. "They know?" You asked, leaning into Fred's body as he sat down next to you.

He pressed a long kiss to your forehead, humming against your skin. "Yeah. Your brother's going for my head." Fred pulled away from you slightly, fingers gently turning your head away from him so he could inspect the hickeys on your neck. Yeah, they were pretty bad.

"Professor Lupin's not going to let us in the same room as each other." You scoffed at his words, digging your face into your boyfriend's chest.

"No it's fine. Harry will eventually pull a tantrum and he'll become everyone's main concern."

a/n: idk how i feel abt this one but yeah

[the-cho-senwon]

they are his favorite weasleys

Okay, I have a headcanon, that Severus is actually one of the few (or only) professors that can tell Fred and George apart. They don’t realise this for a long time, because he just calls both of them ‘Mr. Weasley’. Until one time George comes to sit Fred’s detention for him, due to whatever reasons. Severus barely looks at him, and just goes ‘Get out of my classroom, and get your brother here right now.’

[thatdyingacewhoneedstheirspace]

hey y'all I'm working on a Jegulus fic where Reg is FtM trans and James and Reg have a drunken one night stand, where James says something he shouldn't have. Regulus then leaves the country the next morning before James woke up. After getting to the country Regulus finds out he's pregnant and raises his daughter in that country without telling anyone. So everyone he knows thinks he's dead. the actual story starts about 16 years later when Regulus and his daughter return to England and she starts at Hogwarts as a 5th year

I can't decide if I want his pregnancy to be pre or post realization, so basically while he's pregnant is he Regulus or Lyra (only reason his dead name is known is cause I thought he'd want it to be his daughter's middle name, cause he likes the child's middle name is parent's name tradition)

just a note cause I want this yes Harry and Luna exist though they are a few years younger than Reg's daughter Lizzy, she's the same age as Fred and George.

oh one last thing, James has no idea, like he low-key doesn't even remember that night.

[naw-sya]

"Golden Trio" and also "Golden Trio"

[constitutionalweasleymonarchy]

And obviously I had to do these guys too:

[georgeplease]

The One Where We Have to Fuck or Die

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Fred gives Reader his test vial of a new love potion for the store. They quickly realize if they don’t have sex then it’ll kill her.

Tags: Porn Logic, Aphrodisiac, fucking like rabbits, both reader and Fred are in their late 20s-early 30s

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It started as a normal Saturday for (Y/n). She had slept in, made some breakfast, cleaned her flat, and had been getting ready to relax for the rest of the day. That was until a familiar owl had found its way to her window, dropping off a letter with her name scrawled across the front. The handwriting was all too familiar, making her roll her eyes as she retrieved it from the owl before sending him on his way.

Having met the twins in her first year at Hogwarts was a pivotal moment, developing a fast friendship with the both of them after a prank gone wrong. That fateful afternoon sparked a 12 year long friendship between the twins and her.

Yet, there was always something between her and Fred, others may say they were destined together, they chose to believe they were just really good friends. It’s part of the reason he could send a letter like this, asking for her to rush down to his shop and help him. As annoyed as she would act, she would always rush to his side.

It didn’t take long for her to get dressed and make her way to Diagon Alley, easily finding her way through the busy street to her favorite store. As (Y/n) entered the shop she turned waving to George as she passed through toward the back. The store was as crowded as it usually was for a weekend, causing her to weave through several other customers before she was able to each the employees only section. The letter she had received from Fred to come to the store said it was an urgent matter, but having known him long enough, she was positive he was lying. But yet, here she was.

Not wasting anytime, she pushed into his office, seeing him sat at his desk, feet resting as he smirked upon seeing her enter.

“Well, if it isn’t my most loyal test subject.”

“What is it now, Fred?” She asked, crossing her arms, clearly not assumed by his mood.

Standing up, Fred walked around his desk, handing her a glittery pink vial, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she grabbed it from him. Looking at it, it was clear what it was supposed to be, having seen many of the Twin’s famous love potions before.

“A love potion? Don’t you already have several different kinds?” She asked, curious as to where this was leading.

“Not just any love potion, this is specifically for our older couples. You know, to help them spicy up their lives.”

“Like Viagra?”

Fred raised an eyebrow, not understanding what that was. He quickly shrugged it off, turning back to his sales pitch. “No, no. This is better than any muggle product.” Moving behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders. “What’s the number one reason most people get divorced?” He gave a second for her to think before answering for her. “That’s right, lack of passion. Imagine how many people we could help if we sold passion in a vial. How ‘bout that?”

“Work on your sales pitch, but I do like the idea.” placing a hand in her chin, she observed the vial closely. “I figure you want me to test it?“ Looking over her shoulder she sees Fred nod. “Have you tested it on anything else?”

“Tested a few drops on some plants, didn’t kill them so it should be fine for human consumption.”

“That sounds promising.” She teased, sliding away from his grasp. “What’s in it for me?”

“Besides being so horny there’s no way you won’t have an amazing orgasm once you go home?” He teased, before continuing his pitch. “Usual price, 50 galleons and unlimited supplies if you so need it.”

Fred stuck his hand out, waiting to see if she’d take his offer. After pondering for a few seconds, she reached out with her free hand shaking it. A deal with the devil, some would say.

Uncorking the vial, she pressed it to her lips, swallowing the liquid. Luckily, he had been able to get it to taste more pleasant than his other attempts, reminding her of fresh strawberries with cream. Her eyes moved to look at the ceiling, waiting for the desired effects to happen. Awkwardly she began to look around the room to pass the time, feeling a little weird to test this kind of potion in front of her friend, but money is money. And she trusted that Fred would not kill her.

As she took a look behind him, her attention was drawn to his work station. Her eyes were drawn to the ingredients he had used, haphazardly tossed about. There were the components to making a love potion, a rather simple potion. No, what caught her eye was the other ingredients he had mixed, a good amount well known aphrodisiacs along with an odd collection of ingredients that have her an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Walking over, she got a better look at them, understanding why she felt so uneasy. Mixing these ingredients together are well known for causing the person who took the potion to die if certain conditions weren’t met.

Wide eyed, she snapped to look at Fred, her body feeling warm as she felt it begins to take effect. He seems none the wiser to his fatal error, his arrogant smirk pissing her off. Throwing the empty vial at him, she turned on her heel to face him.

“You fucking moron.” She spat, panic raising in her voice, her legs subconsciously clenching together as that heat began to grow between her legs. “You didn’t make a better love potion, you made an aphrodisiac with poison.”

Fred’s face contorted, not understanding why she seemed so ticked off. His brows pushed together, as he walked over to her, trying to better understand the situation, while also a little ticked off she had thrown the small vial at him. He began to watch her more closely than before, thinking that something about his potion had caused her reaction.

Trying her best not to act on the deep ache, she moved farther from Fred. The feeling was almost too much, her hand subconsciously moving toward her crotch, wanting to swirl circles to dull the ache. Instead, her other hand moved to hold the other one, interlocking her fingers together behind her back.

“What are you on about?” Fred asked as he moved closer.

“Fred, this potion is going to kill me. How fucking dense are you?” (Y/n) ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it to try and regain her focus as her thoughts grew more perverse.

“You’ve gone mental. Don’t tell me you never been horny before, love?” Fred teased, watching the way her face flushed like a virgin.

“I’m being serious.” She said, fanning herself as she felt her body warm up. “You’ve basically just signed my death warrant if I don’t get shagged as soon as possible.”

“So you’re saying, you need dick not to die?” He laughed, almost not taking her seriously.

“Shut up.” She spat, moving away from him as he moved closer.

“Have you gone sick in the brain?” He asks, reaching to take her temperature, which she skillfully dodged. “Honestly, woman, if you wanted me that badly you didn’t need to make up such an insane lie.”

“Fred, fucking listen to me.” She said, stepping forward and grabbing his face to look at his ingredients. “Think real hard about what these ingredients do. I know potions wasn’t your strong suit, but fucking think.”

As Fred surveyed the ingredients, he tried his best to recall his potions class. As his mind ran through all the things Snape had said, he came to the same horrifying conclusion she had come to moments ago. His head whipped around, noticing how want she looked, her eyes struggling to stay locked on his face, and the way her legs shook as they clenched together.

“Oh, I fucked up.” He mumbled, his brain racing as he tried to think of an antidote. Fred bolted from his spot, looking at what ingredients he had left. His mind was racing trying to figure out how to make an antidote before his potion killed her.

Her eyes watched him, panic rising through her body as she felt how the heat began to rise within. The potion Fred had brewed was a lot more fast acting than she was expecting. Even though her brain was being quickly consumed with impure thoughts, she began calculating how much time she had before it would inevitably kill her, but her thoughts kept getting interrupted.

Her eyes trailed down his body, wanting nothing more than to pull his trousers down and go wild with him. It felt insane, she had known him since they were teens and they had never once come close to hooking up, despite all the rumors that had swirled saying otherwise. Speaking of rumors, her mind couldn’t help but focus on the rumors of how good Fred was in bed, remembering how they spoke so highly of his ability. How the girls he did hook up with swore he was the best fuck they had ever had.

Letting out a drawn out whine, she stomped her foot, closing her eyes tight as she tried to fight back from thinking of him like that. It felt so shameful, like she was no better than a common pervert to think that way about Fred. Shaking her head, she used all her brain power to push the impure thoughts out, which she was successfully able to do.

Given the large amounts of aphrodisiacs he had mixed in, she figured they had less than 30 minutes before the effects became irreversible. No matter how fast her and Fred worked, she would still be dead before he figured the correct concoction. The only solution was that they had to have sex now. Eyes widening, she felt a new emotion besides instensely building lust, dread.

“We don’t have fucking time,” she cursed, her breathing becoming more labored as she tried to speak, “we have to do it.”

“It?!”

“It!!!” She shot back, already moving to throw her shirt off her body, exposing him to the way her chest heaved.

Fred nearly had a heart attack seeing her chest. It wasn’t like he was a virgin or anything, he had seen his fair share of tits, but this was his best friend. His insanely hot best friend he has had a massive thing for for years now, but still his best friend. His best friends who was surprisingly good at removing her clothes as fast as she can, most of her clothes now thrown about his office. His best friend who looked as if she was going to jump him any second now.

“We don’t have time for you to guess who to brew the antidote, unless you’d rather I die than fuck me.” Her voice was strained, trying hard to focus on her words than succumbing to the lust.

Fred didn’t respond immediately, causing her to look at him, worried he might just let her die rather than fuck her. Most of her clothes were already thrown around the room, she felt way too exposed for a serious moment like this. Raising her eyebrows, she shot him a concerned look, silently pleading that he wouldn’t just let her suffer for his mistake. It seemed to have knocked some sense into Fred, who quickly responded.

“Right,” he stuttered out, “you’re right.” He quickly said, beginning to unbutton his shirt, his mind racing with a million thoughts. “I am so bloody sorry, (Y/n).”

“Shut up, if you get all sad and shit it’ll be difficult for you to get hard.” She replied, trying her best to seem cold and calculated. Her thoughts were only occupied on getting this done as soon as possible, no need for feelings. “You can think of ways to make this up to me after I’m no longer dying.”

“Wait,” Fred said, making (Y/n) stop in her tracks, “let me just…” he reached over, pushing her close to him before apperating them both into the apartment above the store, right in his room. “This will be better.”

The environment from his office to his room was definitely better, no longer could they hear the muffled sounds of customers from within the store. Fred’s room was messy, clearly he hadn’t assumed this would be how his day would be going. As he threw his clothes onto the floor where the rest of his laundry seemed to end up, he tried to think of sexy thoughts to get himself aroused. But looking back at his friend, who was giving him the most fuckable bedroom eyes he had ever seen did the trick.

(Y/n) ripped off her underwear, tossing them into the room before laying on the bed, crawling backwards as she let out a shaky moan, her mind unable to fight off the lustful thoughts anymore. Her hand reached between her legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but only making her more needy. Some part of her felt humiliated, to be reduced this easily from a potion, no longer able to spit out any kind of insult at him as she stared up at him. All she was able to do was speak directly from her lust, not able to cover it up with any kind of quick witted reply as she normally would.

“Fuck,” she shakily moaned, her eyes then locking onto Fred’s, “need you. Badly.”

Now, here’s how Fred’s usual hook ups turn out. He charms them into his bed and then shows them how it’s done. Never in his life had he ever been lost for words, yet a situation like this rarely occurs. So you must forgive him for not knowing what to do watching his best friend of over ten years touch herself and talk to him like that.

Fred made his way to the bed, sliding in between her parted thighs. He felt like a total prat for even struggling to take control of the situation and fuck her. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Fred steadied himself, reaching down to stroke himself a few times. His cock stood tall and proud, making her clench in need as she looked down.

As he lined himself up with her entrance, he found the situation awkward given their history. She deserved better than a standard fuck, a little romance and, though he hates to say it, a little passion. Looking down at her, his hair falling perfectly over his face, he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

(Y/n) looked at him incredulously, already completely naked in front of him. The rational part of her brain wanted to tell him no, to keep their feelings out of this and just do what they have to to keep her from an early grave. But god, did she want to kiss him. To not feel like this decision is inevitably going to ruin your friendship.

She quickly nodded her head, her lust answering for her as she shot forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.

It should’ve been awkward, like kissing a sibling. They both should’ve hated the kiss, but instead it was electrifying. Their mouths melded perfectly together, as if they were meant to be.

As they made out, Fred got to work, rubbing the tip of his cock against her cunt, trying to coat it in her slick before he slid in. His eyes almost rolled back when he felt just got wet she already was, groaning into her mouth as his hips subconsciously pushed forward. (Y/n) whined against his mouth, her eyes screwing up as the tip of his cock bumped into her inflamed clit, mumbling out his name.

It was all too much, her body felt on fire as she began to beg him to fuck her, tears welling as the potion came to a head. Her head was swimming with lust as she felt his length press against her.

Fred began to push in, trying to go as slow as possible. God, it felt way too good to be true, as if she was meant for him the way she perfectly sucked him in. As he pulled back from the kiss, he couldn’t help but watch the way he stretched her open.

“You feel s’good,” Fred groaned as he was fully sheathed in her.

“Fred-,” her voice called out, the air from her lungs having been knocked out from the feeling. Her nails were digging into his back as she felt him bottom out, his words almost too much to hear at the same time. “Move. Move now, need it,” it would’ve sound like her usually bossy tone if it wasn’t as whiney as it had been.

His hips moved back, almost agonizingly slow before snapping forward with enough force to move her up the bed. She couldn’t tell if it was the potion or if Fred was actually this good in bed, but it was driving her crazy how good she felt. A part of her feared she may be ruined for life, that nobody else would ever make her feel this good ever again. Not that she’d ever admit that to him, his ego already too inflated for his own good.

“Need me that bad that you’ll beg for it?” He smugly spoke, his hips snapping forward to accentuate his point. “Need me to fuck you nice and hard?” He teased, clearly not feeling as awkward as he once did.

Reaching out, his finger masterfully found its way to her clit, swirling around it. (Y/n) threw her head back, loudly whining as she ground against him. Her hands went to cover her face, embarrassed that she knew the potion wasn’t entirely to blame for how horny she felt in this moment. That fucking her best friend was better than any rumor she had ever heard.

“Come on, tell me how good you feel, (Y/n).”

God, did she want to smack him upside his smug head, to wipe that grin off the cocky bastards face. But she couldn’t hide the way his words made her feel, how he cunt clenched tightly around him each time he spoke. Bringing her arm over her face, she attempted to hide from him, too flustered by his dirty talk. Nobody had ever talked to her like this and she definitely didn’t expect Fred would be the one to do so.

His hips started to slow, causing her eyes to snap open. Panic began to rise in her chest, both sides of her brain not wanting this to stop. It was a bluff, he felt way too good to stop. And he didn’t want her to die either.

“Need you to tell me how bad you want this cock.”

Exasperated by his sudden need to hear her, she let her lust driven brain speak freely. Throwing her head back, she didn’t even filter her thoughts out.

“Please fuck me, need to feel you fill me up. Feels so fucking good, Fred.” Her hips attempted to grind up against his, but felt his hand hold her down. “Wanted this, wanted to feel you stretch me out for so long.”

“You’re so bloody perfect.” Fred’s his snapped back into hers, a new sense of vigor taking over as he pounded into her. “Gonna make this pussy mine.”

His eyes met hers and for the first time they saw each other since this whole mess started. She stared up at him with her pupils blown out in lust, but with so much trust in him.

His hips stuttered as he felt unbelievably close, his mouth opening as his eyes shut, letting out a groan. “Oh, fuck. Feels so good. Not gonna last much longer.”

As he spoke, her hips began to rise, grinding against his groin as she met his thrusts. The deep need to release filling her mind to the brim. Her head moved to look at the clock on the wall, but Fred’s hand moved to stop her from looking.

“Focus on me,” he spoke, his voice deep as his hips began to hammer into her harder, “just focus on me.”

Looking into his eyes, seeing how he looked at her for the first time was eye opening. All the love and adoration he felt for her as his hips continued to pound into her made her legs lock around him, keeping him in place. Throwing her head back, her vision turned white, her voice cracking from the intensity she felt as her body tensed up around him, finally releasing.

And Fred was right, this was one of the best orgasms of her life. Mind shattering, earth breaking, pure bliss from such a tiny vial of poison.

His hips began to slow as she clenched around him, sucking him deep. Feeling him twitch inside her as he shot his load into her, his hips pressing firmly against hers as he released his seed. Her eyes clenched shut and her nails dug into his shoulder blades, hard enough to leave marks.

Unexpectedly, he leaned down, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips, his hips still pressed firmly against her. (Y/n)’s hands flew to his hair, tangling into his ginger locks as she kissed back, riding out their climaxes together.

Once the emotions came down, he rested his forehead against hers, savoring the remaining moments before he had to pull away. Looking back down, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, then pulling out, apologizing as he saw her wince at the feeling.

As Fred pulled out, (Y/n) felt her body begin to feel normal again, no longer under the control of the potion. Between the mix of sweat and the feeling of his cum leaking out of her, she felt that her thoughts were finally hers, no longer clouded by lust. Looking over, she saw Fred running a hand through his hair, seeing him in entirely new light than before. And suddenly everything made sense to her.

All those failed dates, countless nights spent wondering why nobody ever made her feel like this. It all clicked into place in her mind.

They were both laid in Fred’s bed, staring at the ceiling, coming to terms with everything they just did. No longer with the looming threat of death, it gave them a moment to reflect on what this meant for them. It was clear that they could not ignore this and move on from it, not when they both felt the same.

Fred makes the first move, moving closer to her, doing that thing where he pokes at her head when she’s over thinking. He gets one of those smiles that just lights up the room before he speaks to her.

“Soooo… round two?” Fred half heartedly joked.

Her hands reach to grab her pillow and push it into his face, softly smothering him. She playful pulled away from his embrace, needing to run to the bathroom to clean the mess.

“Shut up, I need to get cleaned up.” She spoke, trying to sound irritated but the smile on her face betrayed her.

He playfully reached out, missing her warmth next to him as she searched the room for something to cover herself with.

“Hopefully that afternoon crowd will keep George busy, because I’m not done with you.” Fred yells after her, laughing at her embarrassment as she wrapped a blanket around her and ran down the hall to his bathroom. “I have years to make up for not doing this.”

“Yeah, you can think of ways to make up for nearly killing me while your waiting.”

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[httpvomitello]

Hi love ! Was wondering if you could write a George x female!reader where the reader is a Slytherin ? I kinda like the idea of a slow burn like George being head over heels but not saying anything until Fred or someone else gets enough and force him to confess one way or another. Thank you and love your writing style xoxo

Hellooo, thank you for the request and I hope you like it ~ ♡ (I changed a few things, because I ended up reading it differently, but...)

Falling Slowly .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: George Weasley has been hopelessly in love with you for years. It started out as a quiet admiration, then turned into something deeper—something he never had the guts to say out loud. Because how could a Slytherin like you ever fall for someone like him?

george weasley x f!Slytherin reader

George Weasley was doomed.

It started in fourth year, when he realized that whenever you walked into a room, his heart would do this ridiculous little flip. Then fifth year, when he found himself looking for excuses to sit next to you in class. Then sixth year, when he swore he could listen to you talk about anything for hours, just to hear your voice.

And now, in seventh year, he was in deep.

And you? Completely unaware.

Not because you were oblivious, but because George was an idiot who had spent years hiding it behind jokes and friendly banter. It was easier that way. Safer. After all, you were a Slytherin—brilliant, clever, absolutely stunning—and he was just George Weasley.

So he did nothing.

And Fred was going to strangle him for it.

“You’re pathetic.”

George barely looked up from the cauldron he was stirring, the latest experiment for Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes bubbling ominously. “Good morning to you too, dear brother.”

Fred groaned, slamming his book shut. “I can’t watch this anymore.”

“Watch what?”

“This—whatever this is!” Fred gestured wildly in the air. “You’re acting like some lovesick fool, sneaking glances at her in class, laughing at everything she says, turning into a complete idiot whenever she’s around—”

“I do not.”

“You tried to compliment her the other day and nearly fell down the stairs.”

George scowled. “That was—”

“You tripped over nothing.”

“Maybe I was distracted!”

“Yeah. By her.”

George sighed, finally setting down his stirring rod. “What do you want me to do, Fred? She’s never looked at me that way. We’re friends, and I’d rather keep it that way than ruin it.”

Fred leaned forward, eyes sharp. “And what if you’re wrong? What if she does like you, but you’re too much of a coward to find out?”

George faltered. That… wasn’t something he had considered.

Fred smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

Fred Weasley was a menace.

You realized this when he cornered you outside the Great Hall, a suspiciously smug look on his face.

“You like George, don’t you?” he asked casually.

You choked on your pumpkin juice. “What?”

“Oh, come on.” Fred leaned against the wall. “I see the way you look at him. And I know for a fact that my dear brother is completely infatuated with you.”

Your brain short-circuited. George? Infatuated? With you?

Fred grinned at your stunned silence. “Oh yeah. Has been for years.”

You blinked. “You’re lying.”

Fred sighed dramatically. “Why does no one ever believe me? He’s completely hopeless, and I, being the wonderful twin that I am, am here to fix it.”

“I—”

“Meet him by the Astronomy Tower tonight.”

You stared at him. “What?”

Fred smirked. “Just trust me.”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving you standing there, mind spinning.

George had no idea why Fred had practically dragged him to the Astronomy Tower, but here he was.

Then he saw you.

Standing there, waiting for him.

You looked nervous, and suddenly, George was too.

You cleared your throat. “Fred… may have told me something today.”

George closed his eyes. “I’m going to kill him.”

You took a step closer. “He said you like me.”

Silence.

Then, softly, George said, “Would it be the worst thing in the world if he was right?”

Your heart hammered. “No.”

George’s head snapped up. You weren’t looking at him like just a friend anymore.

[rottenherbs]

Just a Squib (p.10)

Pairing: F.W x Squib! Reader Summary: Unimaginable trust is needed as Fred takes you downtown on the train back to the burrow. W/C: 3.3k A/N: WERE BACK BABY! the complexity of this series threw me off for a while but I feel so compelled to continue. [masterlist] Much love, Saige 

Fred’s expression softened at your question. The warmth of your smile from catching the Snitch still lingered in his mind, but he knew that what came next wouldn’t be as easy.

“Well… I’d say enough for a few days,” he offered carefully. “Just until you’re comfortable. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

The way he said it made your stomach twist. He spoke as if he were preparing for the worst—like he was terrified you’d want to leave again. But how could you leave a life you didn’t even remember?

You turned away, focusing on the task at hand. Packing. That was simple. That was something you could control.

Fred, sensing your hesitance, cleared his throat. “I can, uh, wait outside if you’d rather—”

“No, it’s fine,” you interrupted quickly. “I mean… you can stay.” You weren’t sure why you said it. Maybe because the idea of being alone with your thoughts right now was unbearable. Maybe because you weren’t quite ready for Fred to slip away from you again, even if you didn’t understand why.

He nodded, staying quiet as you grabbed a small duffel bag from your closet and started tossing in clothes. A sweater, some jeans, a couple of shirts—you didn’t know what you’d need, but packing felt instinctual. The room was silent aside from the occasional sound of fabric rustling and your cat—Cat—purring as he rubbed against Fred’s leg.

“So…” Fred started, leaning against your desk. “Do you like it here?”

You paused mid-fold, considering his question. “I guess,” you said after a beat. “It’s quiet. Safe. No one bothers me.”

Fred hummed in response, and when you glanced at him, he had that look again—that careful, measured expression, like he was trying not to show how much your words affected him.

“Doesn’t sound like much of a life,” he said softly.

You swallowed. “It’s my life,” you replied, though even you weren’t sure how true that was anymore.

Fred pushed off the desk, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It doesn’t have to be.”

His words hung in the air between you, heavy and full of meaning you weren’t quite ready to face.

Instead, you focused on zipping up your bag. “Okay,” you exhaled, slinging it over your shoulder. “I think I’m ready.”

Fred nodded, his lips pressing into a small, encouraging smile. “Then let’s go home.”

——-

Fred led the way out of your apartment, holding the door open as you stepped into the crisp night air. You still weren’t sure what you were walking into, but a part of you—one that was growing louder by the minute—wanted to believe in what he was telling you. That there was a home waiting for you. That you weren’t as alone as you had convinced yourself.

The walk to the station was quiet, the city humming around you as street lights flickered overhead. Every so often, Fred would glance at you, as if making sure you were still there, still willing to go through with this.

“Train should be pretty empty this time of night,” he said after a while. His voice was calm, casual, but his fingers twitched slightly at his sides. You wondered if he was holding back from reaching for you.

You nodded, tightening your grip on your bag. “Good.”

You reached the station in no time. Fred guided you through with ease, his familiarity with the process apparent. He let you step onto the train first, waiting until you were settled before sitting beside you. Not across from you. Beside you. Close enough that his arm brushed against yours.

You didn’t pull away.

The train lurched forward, and you exhaled, watching as the city lights blurred past the window. Fred shifted next to you, clearing his throat.

“So,” he started. “What do you want to know?”

You turned to him, your eyes scanning his face. There was an openness to him now, an unspoken promise that whatever you asked, he’d answer.

You swallowed. “Tell me about my brother.”

Fred smiled—small, but genuine. “Harry?” he said, and just the sound of the name sent a pang through your chest. “He’s… well, he’s the best person I know. Stubborn as hell, but loyal to a fault. You two were—are—close. Even when things got complicated, you always looked out for him. I think you’re the reason he never lost himself in all of it.”

“All of what?” you pressed.

Fred hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s… a long story. And probably not mine to tell. But he’s been searching for you ever since—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “He’s never given up on you.”

You frowned. “Why don’t I remember him?”

Fred’s expression darkened slightly. “Because someone didn’t want you to.”

Your breath hitched. “Who?”

Fred hesitated again, but before he could answer, the train pulled into the next station. He stood quickly. “This is our stop.”

You scowled at him, but let it go—for now. There would be time for answers later.

———

Fred led the way off the train and onto the platform, his long strides purposeful. You followed behind, your heart beating a little faster, unsure of what came next. The cool evening air hit your face as you stepped onto the ground, and for a moment, the weight of everything seemed to lift slightly, the ground beneath you grounding you back in reality.

The platform was nearly empty, a few scattered commuters waiting for the next train. The distant hum of the city mixed with the quiet rustle of leaves in the trees. Fred paused for a moment to check the direction, before turning his attention back to you.

“How’re you holding up?” he asked, his voice gentle but full of concern.

You shrugged, not trusting your words just yet. There was so much going through your mind that it felt like everything was happening too fast, but at the same time, everything felt impossibly slow.

Fred didn’t push. He just gave you a small, reassuring smile, and then, as if to break the tension, added, “This way.” He gestured down the street, his hands tucked into his pockets.

You walked beside him in silence, the sounds of the city and the faint chatter of pedestrians accompanying your steps. The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement, and the chill of the evening air made you pull your jacket tighter around you. Every now and then, Fred would glance over, his eyes checking on you, but you kept your gaze ahead, lost in thought.

“Do you… do you ever think about how all this—” You paused, searching for the right words. “How has it all changed so suddenly? I mean, I didn’t ask for this. For any of it. I didn’t even know it was possible.”

Fred’s expression softened, his usual grin replaced by something more thoughtful. “No one ever asks for the kind of changes life throws at them. But you know, sometimes the things you didn’t ask for are the ones that make the most sense in the end.”

You shot him a side glance, unsure if his words were meant to comfort or if they were something deeper. “You really believe that?”

Fred didn’t answer right away. He just gave a small, half-shrug, as if acknowledging the unpredictability of life.

“I’ve learned to. The world’s bigger than we give it credit for. Magic’s real, and all that comes with it. But the most important thing?” He turned to face you as you walked, his voice low but steady. “The most important thing is people. Family. Love. Even if it takes a while to find it, it’s out there waiting for you.”

The sincerity in his tone made your chest tighten. You weren’t sure why you let yourself trust his words so easily—maybe it was the quiet understanding in his eyes, or the way he just seemed to get it—but you felt something stir within you, a tentative sense of belonging that had been missing for so long.

“I didn’t… I don’t know where to start,” you admitted quietly, the weight of your emotions seeping into your words. “I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Fred’s steps slowed, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to pause. He stopped and turned to face you, his gaze unwavering. “You’re you,” he said simply. “And that’s more than enough.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart stutter. He meant it. You could see it in his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out to gently touch your arm. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. There was too much swirling inside you, too much uncertainty. But in this moment, with Fred standing beside you, offering his quiet strength, it didn’t feel quite so overwhelming.

You walked the rest of the way in silence, the city around you fading into the background as you approached Fred’s house. The quiet assurance of his presence beside you gave you a sense of calm that you hadn’t felt in ages. Maybe this—whatever this was—was the beginning of something you didn’t yet understand. But for the first time in a long time, you were willing to find out.

———-

Fred glanced over at you, noticing how tired you seemed, the walk clearly taking its toll. He couldn’t blame you—after everything that had happened, the last thing you needed was a long, exhausting trek.

“Alright, this is getting ridiculous,” Fred muttered, then turned to face you, his brow raised. “You know, we don’t have to walk all the way. I can just Apparate us there. It’ll be a lot quicker.”

You hesitated, not entirely sure what Apparition was. It sounded like it involved a lot of magic—something you weren’t quite ready to trust just yet.

“I… what’s that?” you asked, half curious, half cautious.

Fred grinned, a playful sparkle in his eye. “It’s like a shortcut—whoosh and we’re there. No more long walks. But, you have to concentrate really hard, or it can get a bit… bumpy.”

You bit your lip, uncertainty creeping in. “I’m not sure…”

He gave you a reassuring look. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. If you’re not comfortable, we can keep walking, but I’d say you deserve a little break after all that’s happened. Trust me, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

After a moment, you nodded, reluctantly agreeing, and Fred stepped a little closer, careful not to crowd you. He placed a hand gently on your shoulder.

“Alright. Just focus. You don’t need to do anything but hold on. I’ll handle the rest.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, breathing out slowly, before Fred’s hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you. His voice dropped to a soft whisper. “Ready?”

With a soft crack, you were both gone, the world shifting around you in an instant, leaving no trace of where you had been.

———-

The world spun around you, a dizzying blur of color and sound, before everything seemed to snap back into place with a sudden thud. You stumbled slightly, your knees feeling weak, and the world tilted as your stomach churned in protest.

“Whoa, easy there,” Fred’s voice was close, steady, his hands steadying you as he caught you by the shoulders. “You alright?”

You blinked, trying to focus on the solid ground beneath your feet, but the landscape around you still swam in your vision. The grass beneath your shoes felt real enough, but everything else seemed distant, as though you were caught between two places.

“Ugh… that’s… that’s not how I imagined flying,” you muttered, putting a hand to your forehead to steady yourself. The cool wind on your face did little to help the nausea building in your stomach.

Fred chuckled softly, his voice warm and teasing, though there was an edge of concern that made him pull you a little closer. “Yeah, it takes some getting used to. Some people take to it straight away, others—” He paused as you swayed again, his hands never leaving your arms, “—well, they might need a minute. Breathe, yeah?”

You nodded, focusing on your breathing, trying to calm the disorienting sensation of the world around you. The distant hills, the soft rustle of the wind in the trees, all of it seemed so far away, like a dream.

“Hey,” Fred’s voice was softer now, his hands gently brushing your arm. “Look, I’m not going anywhere, alright? Just need you to breathe and steady yourself. If you need to sit, there’s the porch. We can take a minute before we go inside. I’ll stay right here.”

You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in your stomach. “I’m… I’m okay, I just need a moment.”

Fred nodded, his eyes scanning the open, peaceful expanse of the prairie that stretched out behind his house. The sun was setting low, casting a warm, golden light over the land, and you could hear the distant hum of crickets, the sound of birds calling out as they flew home for the evening. The scene was so tranquil, a stark contrast to the rushing, twisting feeling in your chest.

“Take your time. No rush,” Fred added softly, still holding onto your arm, steadying you with a gentle, reassuring grip.

You tried to focus on the peacefulness around you, letting the air settle into your lungs, and slowly, the nausea started to recede. The landscape before you started to clear, the colors less swirled, more grounded. After a few moments, the world began to make sense again.

When you looked up at him, Fred was watching you with that familiar, concerned look, his brow furrowed slightly, but his smile still present.

“Better?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.

“Yeah,” you muttered, a small, embarrassed smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I think I might be. That was… not pleasant.”

Fred gave you an understanding grin, though his eyes still held a trace of amusement. “It’s not for everyone, that’s for sure. We’ll take it slow from here on out, alright? I promise I won’t push you into any more wild magical rides.”

You gave a small laugh, feeling the last of the dizziness fade away. “Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.”

With that, Fred gently nudged you toward the house, still staying close in case you needed the extra support, and as you walked across the grassy backyard, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm wash over you. There was something about this place, about Fred’s presence, that made it all feel a little less daunting.

The house, a cozy two-story structure with ivy climbing up the walls, stood just ahead, bathed in the soft golden light of the setting sun. The whole scene was like something out of a storybook, and despite the earlier confusion and dizziness, you couldn’t deny the sense of comfort that settled over you.

“Come on,” Fred encouraged, his tone light, but warm, “home sweet home.”

You nodded, your heart easing as you took in the peaceful atmosphere, finally allowing yourself to relax. You weren’t sure what awaited you inside, but for the first time in a while, it felt like maybe—just maybe—it would be okay.

———-

The door creaked open, and you stood there in the entryway, your stomach twisting with nerves. The familiar sounds of laughter, the flicker of light from a fire crackling, and the hum of voices—you should have recognized it. You should have felt at home. But it all felt new, strange, like stepping into a place that should have been yours, but wasn’t anymore. Not really. Not to you.

Fred’s hand still held yours, but you could feel the way his grip tightened just a little as if to reassure you—no, as if to reassure himself.

“It’s okay,” Fred said softly, his voice the only thing grounding you in this moment. He seemed so sure of himself, so confident, like this was all right, like you belonged here. But you didn’t feel like you belonged. Not yet.

With each step you took forward, the anxiety tightened in your chest. The house, though warm, felt like a strange, foreign place to you. The people inside? Strangers. The faces were all familiar, yes, but why?

And you felt… empty.

“Y/N, dear!” a voice called out, and your eyes shifted instinctively toward it, focusing on the figure coming toward you. It was a woman. Her hair was a deep red, and her face was kind, with lines that spoke of years of laughter and love. But you didn’t know her. Not really.

She moved to you quickly, arms wide, and before you could even react, she enveloped you in a tight, familiar hug. “I’ve missed you so much, dear,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

You froze, unsure what to do. You felt her warmth, the softness of her embrace, but you couldn’t remember why this woman felt so comforting. Why did it feel like you should know her? Her scent, the warmth of her hug—it all spoke of something you should have known by instinct.

But you didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into her shoulder, unsure what you were apologizing for. “I—I don’t remember. I don’t remember any of this.”

She pulled back slightly, her hands gently cupping your face as she looked at you, her expression a mixture of sadness and understanding. “It’s all right, Y/N. It’s all right. We know, love. We’re just glad you’re home.”

Your heart raced, a thousand thoughts running through your mind. Home? The word felt heavy in your chest. How could you feel at home in a place you didn’t remember? A place that, despite being full of warmth and kindness, felt completely foreign to you?

A man stepped into your line of sight, his smile wide and welcoming. His face was full of kind wrinkles, the eyes twinkling with something you couldn’t quite place. “Arthur Weasley,” he said cheerfully, extending a hand. “It’s good to have you back, Y/N. We’ve missed you.”

You wanted to smile, to make a connection, but you didn’t know how. His name, his face—they should have meant something, but there was nothing behind them. Just a feeling of emptiness, a blank slate.

You gave him a weak smile, stepping back slightly, your hands still trembling. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

Fred squeezed your hand again, and this time you leaned into the comfort he offered. He had to know, had to understand what you were feeling, even though you couldn’t explain it in words.

The woman—the one who had hugged you first—smiled softly. “It’s okay, dear. It’ll come back. We’re here for you. All of us. Always.”

The more they spoke, the more overwhelmed you felt. Everyone was so kind, so accepting, and you wanted to believe it was real, that you were truly home. But nothing felt familiar. Not the house. Not their faces. Not the name they kept calling you.

You turned your attention back to Fred, the only constant in this whirlwind of confusion. He smiled at you, but there was something soft in his expression. His eyes held a hope—one you didn’t feel.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently, his thumb rubbing your hand as if he could somehow ease the storm swirling inside you.

“I’m just…” You swallowed hard, trying to sort through your jumbled thoughts. “I don’t remember any of this, Fred. I don’t know how to be… here.”

Fred’s face softened, but his gaze never wavered. “We’ll take it slow,” he said, his voice steady. “You don’t have to remember everything right now. Just take it one step at a time. And I’ll be here. Always.”

And as the others gathered around, their eyes full of warmth and concern, you realized you were no longer sure where home was. The house, the people, even Fred—all of it was a blur, a haze of things you should have known but didn’t.

Still, Fred’s steady presence beside you was the only thing that kept you from falling apart in the sea of strangers. His touch, his voice, the way he kept looking at you—it was the only thing you could trust.

And for now, that would have to be enough.

[toorumlk]

the weasleys, circa 1995

[glueandmorphemes]

Everyone needs to drop everything and watch this bc it’s minerva mcgonagall angst and I want to cry and someone needs to cry with me

[addictiontohp]

Fred: hey you know anyone who can teach me how to play a trumpet?

Ron: No. Why?

Fred I want to walk around the dungeons and annoy the Slytherins.

Harry: technically you don't need to know how to play it if you want to annoy them

Fred: you have opened my eyes, Harry.

[fredsgirlwithasidekickgeorge]

Who wouldn't want to squish this boy's cheeks?! ARGHH

[lovie-bugzz]

train ride ┊fred weasley

pairing - bsf!fred x f!reader (first person pov)

summary - The train compartment had gotten a bit crowded on the way to Hogwarts, so your best friend Fred offered for you to sit in his lap. However, throughout the ride you just couldn't seem to get comfortable...

contains - smut, dom!Fred, swearing, fingering, orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), teasing, hair pulling, rough sex, cum swallowing

word count - 4834

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The twins and I were laughing about something stupid that George had said as the train left the station. I lightly hit the boy in the arm, "Shut up!" I say between laughter.

After we had calmed down, Fred spoke up, "Let's go meet up with Lee and the girls." He said, referring to Alicia and Angelina. The six of us had been a tight knit group since first year, and it now being our sixth year, it was safe to say that we were all extremely close.

George and I agreed, and so the three of us began our trek down the aisles of the train, looking into each of the compartments. Once we found them, we squeezed into the small room, greeting one another.

As the three of us sat down, it began to be a tad bit cramped, with Lee and Alicia taking up the whole of one side, Fred and I had to squeeze in beside Angelina and George.

I pushed past how uncomfortable I was as Lee started a conversation, asking, "Do any of you have a clue as to what's happening at Hogwarts this year?"

"No! Mum's been going ballistic and nobody will tell us what's going on." George told them, Fred nodding along, "Yeah, it's like all the adults are keeping this giant secret."

The topic continued for about twenty minutes, everyone butting in with their own theories as the what was happening. I couldn't really pay attention as I was severely uncomfortable, being pressed in between Fred's shoulder and the window, my arms were pretty much completely constricted.

Fred glanced over at me, with a crease in his brow, noticing how squashed and uncomfortable I was, he leant down slightly to speak to me, "You alright, love?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a bit cramped in here." I told him, brushing it off. The boy chuckled lightly, shaking his head, before suddenly he pulled me up by my waist, and placed me in his lap.

I was a bit surprised at first, my eyes going wide for a split second until I let out a small sigh of relief at now finally being able to move my arms. I turned back slightly with a light chuckle and gave him a thankful nod, to which he returned with a cheeky smile.

For a while, everything was fine, I was comfortable and laughing along with the lively conversations in the compartment. But that stopped when I started to squirm a bit, causing Fred to still, letting out a quiet groan, which I didn't quite catch.

I stopped after a moment, finding a comfortable stop on his lap, making the boy let out an inaudible sigh of relief. His attention was brought back to the conversation for a mere minute before I started moving my hips again, finding my spot atop him to be growing more and more uncomfortable the longer I sat here.

One movement I made in particular had my ass digging right into his now hardening bulge. He harshly grabbed my hips, halting my movements which made me jump a bit at the sudden contact.

The boy leaned forward towards my ear, whispering lightly so the others wouldn't hear, "love, if you don't stop that, we're going to have an issue..." He said, his voice had a sudden rasp to it. The unfamiliar tone sent a shiver down my spine, my eyes widening as I realized what I had been doing, and a deep red blush settled on my cheeks.

I was glad the others weren't paying attention to us, they were too encapsulated by their own conversations.

It was an innocent mistake, I was only trying to get comfortable, forgetting that I was literally sitting on top of Fred's dick and squirming around. I turned back slightly, to look at him, as I whispered back, "Do you want me to move?" I asked, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

He rose a brow at me, a smirk on his face, "You moving is the problem, love." He joked, making me roll my eyes at him, the blush on my cheeks deepening further. He spoke again, this time with a more serious note, "I just need you to stop fidgeting so much, okay?"

He moved one of his hands from my waist to my thigh, his hand casually resting on my inner thigh, his touch causing my skin to tingle. I turned back around, "Fine..." I spoke, innocently looking out the window, making sure I didn't move anymore.

I watched the trees and landscape fly past us, but I couldn't keep the thoughts out of my head. Of what would happen if I did move again. It was definitely tempting, I bit my lip as dirty thoughts made their way into my head. But I shook them away just as quickly as they came. What was I doing? Fred is my best friend, I can't be thinking about him like this.

But on the other hand, it was tempting. So, after about another minute or two of contemplation in my head, I decided to test the waters.

Pretending like I had forgotten our prior conversation, I just slightly moved my hips against his. The boy let out a cough, as if clearing his throat, but I knew better. I stifled my smirk, before moving again, this time the tiniest bit harder. He sucked in a breath, glaring at the back of my head.

He knew exactly what I was doing, but he couldn't do anything, no matter how badly he wanted to, not with his brother and friends in the same compartment. So, he subtlety pinched my waist, as a warning, which sort of backfired on him as it only made me squirm more, my ass hitting exactly the right spot to rile him up.

I could feel it, the effect I had on him, how could I not? It was digging into my ass. The boy grit his teeth, leaning up a bit to whisper to me, "You're playing a dangerous game, love..." He spoke lowly, but I only shrugged, feigning innocence, my hips moving hard against him, making him groan as I turned to give him a smug smile, "I don't know what you're on about." I say simply, turning back around and making sure my movements stayed completely still.

Fred chuckled lowly, throwing his head back against the seat, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. He was clearly frustrated that I stopped, and I couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction.

About five minutes had gone by, I was so busy basking in glory that I almost missed how Fred gripped my hips and stood us up.

"We're going to go find the trolley. Do any of you want anything?" Fred spoke, asking the others. I was confused by this, but didn't make any move to protest as I was too focused on how hard the boy behind me was grabbing my hips.

Everyone shared a glance before Lee spoke, "No, we're good."

Fred nodded before moving us forward and pushing us out of the compartment and letting the door slide closed behind us. He loosened his tight grip on my hips, but kept them resting there as he pushed me forward to walk down the corridor.

I had no doubt in my mind that he was keeping me so close in front of him to hide his boner. I let a smug smile wash over my face at the situation, but it was quickly washed off my face as my arm was suddenly being tugged into the bathroom. I gasped as Fred pulled us into the small room, slamming the door shut, locking it and then proceeding to push me flush against it.

I stared up at him with wide eyes as he towered over me, the dark look in his eyes making me squirm against the door. He rested his arms on either side of me, effectively trapping me in place between him and the door. He leaned in close, his nose almost touching mine, his eyes roaming hungrily over my face.

"You didn't think you were actually gonna get away with that did you?" The boy asked. "You think you're so clever, don't you? Playing with fire like that, teasing me in the train compartment with our friends around."

I couldn't answer, my words failing on me as my mouth opened and closed like a blubbering fish.

Fred smirked at my reaction to his intense gaze. He pressed his body more firmly against mine, leaving me no escape. His hands moved from the door to my hips, keeping me in place, his grip tight enough to leave slight indents on my skin from his long fingers. He rose a taunting brow at me, "Cat got your tongue, love? You were quite the little minx a few minutes ago. What happened?"

I was in such a state of shock, not knowing what to say, my cheeks were burning. As soon as he had pulled me into the bathroom all of my confidence went down the drain. The way he was looking down at me hungrily, his lust filled eyes staring into my soul, it made my knees weak.

Fred chuckled low in his throat, noticing the effect he was having on me. His smirk turned into a sly grin, his eyes drinking in the sight of my flushed cheeks and the way my body was practically trembling against his.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Just a few minutes ago you were teasing me to no end, knowing exactly what it would do to me. But now..." He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above my ear, his voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "Now you're trembling beneath my touch, and it's driving me mad."

His hot breath fanning over my ear made me let out a shaky breath, I turned my head slightly to look at him. "Fred..." I breathed out, my eyes flickering down to his lips as I bit down on my own. The air in this small bathroom was thick, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Fred's eyes darkened as he watched my gaze linger on his lips. His gaze zeroed in on my biting down on my own lip, a sight so tempting that it took all his self-control to not attack my mouth in that very moment. He chuckled softly, the sound rough and filled with desire.

"Say my name again." He commanded, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, as he moved his face closer to mine, his breath mingling with mine in the cramped space between us. He smirked, loving the effect he was having on me. He thrived off of it.

I did as he said, breathing out his name once more, "Fred..." I was getting desperate, I needed him to do something.

Fred's eyes darkened with desire as he heard me say his name again, the tone of my voice making his self-control waver even more. He smiled slightly, enjoying the power he held over me in this moment. He knew I wanted him to do something, but he wasn't going to give in that easily. He loved having me at his mercy, the look of want in my eyes making him feel powerful, and making him want me even more.

"You want something, love?" He asked, his voice low and seductive, as he took a piece of my hair and delicately placed it behind my ear.

I nodded, "Mhm." I hummed out, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. My desire for him was clouding my head.

Fred smirked down at me, the look in my eyes fueling his arrogance and ego. He slowly moved a hand from my waist to my chin, his fingers gently gripping it and tilting it up slightly, forcing me to maintain eye contact with him.

"Use your words, love. Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll give it to you." He teased.

"I want..." I trail off, my voice failing on me. I cleared my throat, looking up at him, "I want you to kiss me."

Fred was consumed by desire and need, the moment I uttered those words he couldn't hold back anymore. He practically lunged at me, capturing my lips in a rough and needy kiss, full of pent-up passion and desperation. My arms went to circle around his neck, but before I could, he quickly took hold of my wrists, pinning them above me with one hand, holding them firmly against the door.

I let out a gasp at the action, which he took full advantage of by plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it, tasting me, claiming me as his own. His free hand wandered down my body, tracing every curve and contour, making me moan around his tongue.

Fred swallowed my moan, the sound only adding to his hunger and desire. He was intoxicated by me, my gasps and sighs fueling his need to have all of me. He continued to explore my body with his hand, each touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

He broke the kiss, panting slightly, only to attack my neck with his lips and tongue, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive flesh, determined to leave his mark on me.

"Oh, fuck..." I whined as I felt him bite down on my neck, turning my head slightly to give him better access. My arms squirming in his tight hold.

Fred continued his assault on my neck, he released a low growl, his hold on my wrists tightening as he felt me squirm beneath him, clearly enjoying my reaction to his touch. He nipped and sucked, leaving behind a trail of red marks on my neck.

I shivered as he blew cold air over the tender skin, before speaking into my neck, "You're so sensitive."

I couldn't respond, too caught up in the pleasure, but my eyes suddenly widened as I felt his fingers start playing with the waistband of my pants, running against the skin of my lower stomach. I bit my lip in anticipation, and I could feel Fred smirking against my neck when he noticed.

His fingers continued to toy with the waistband of my pants, occasionally slipping beneath it, teasing the sensitive flesh of my stomach, but not going any further than my panty line. I squirmed in his hold, getting impatient.

He broke away from my neck for a moment to look down at me, and the look in his eyes was pure desire and hunger. "You're so pretty like this, love." He whispered, his voice rough with need.

I continued to squirm in his hold, the way he was still holding my arms against the door was maddening. "Please, Fred... Touch me, please." I whined, desperately.

Fred only chuckled evilly, "Why should I, love? You been teasing me all day, testing my patience." He taunted, his fingers continued to toy with the waistband of my pants, occasionally dipping below the fabric, only to slide back out again, teasing me.

"I'm sorry... I won't tease you anymore, just please. I need it." I pleaded, pushing my hips closer to him. The way his fingers were brushing just above where I needed him was making me even more desperate with desire.

His hand moved from my waistband to my hip, gripping it tightly and forcing me back onto the door. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine, his words a hot whisper against my mouth. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you? Begging for me like this."

I let out a whimper, nodding at his words as my head rolled against the door. "What do you want, love? Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it." He said, his voice low and sultry.

"Your fingers. I need them inside of me." I answered, making him chuckle from my blunt response.

"Is that so, hm?" He murmured, his hand trailing away from my hip and moving between my legs to rub me through my pants. I whined at the sensation, finally getting some friction. "You want my fingers, do you? You want me to make you feel good, make you cum?"

I couldn't help but moan from his words, that combined with how he was touching me sent heat over my body. I nodded again, "Yes, please."

"That's a good girl, using your words and asking nicely. I like that." He teased, his fingers moving up to unbutton my pants, pulling them slowly, exposing more of my skin. He began trailing his fingers over the top of my panties, his touch was light and teasing.

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing my ear, as he whispered, "Are you wet for me, love?"

I shivered, nodding my head, "So wet, just for you, Fred." I told him, my arms squirming in his hold once more, I wanted to touch him so badly.

He chuckled darkly at my unsuccessful attempts to break free of his grip, he only tightened his hold on my wrists. He could feel how much I wanted to touch him, but he wasn't done making me a needy mess just yet.

"Is that so?" He whispered, his voice thick with desire, as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my panties, gently touching my bare skin, feeling just how aroused I was.

My breathing stuttered as his fingers trailed over my wetness, spreading it over my throbbing clit, causing me to moan loudly. Fred smirked in satisfaction at the sound of my moans, he loved how I was reacting to his touch, how he was reducing me to a moaning mess with just his fingers.

"Shhh, love. You're being too loud. You don't want anyone to hear us, do you? I don't think you want everyone to know just how needy you are for me, how desperate you are for my touch." He whispered, continuing to tease me, his fingers rubbing and circling over my bundle of nerves.

I nodded, biting my lip to stop myself from being too loud, but that went down the drain as I felt him slip two fingers inside of me. I practically screamed at the force with which they entered me. "Fuck!"

Fred chuckled as my reaction to his fingers entering me, it was louder than he initially thought, he quickly dropped his hold from my wrists and moved his hand to cover my mouth, effectively muffling my scream into a mewl.

"Shhh, love. You really can't keep quiet, can you?" He teased, his voice thick as he continued pumping his fingers inside me at a fast pace.

I moaned against his hand, my own hands that were finally free gripping onto his wrist that was moving inside of me. My eyes rolling back in my head as I felt him add a third finger, stretching me out.

"Oh, fuck, love. You're fucking swallowing my fingers." Fred groaned out, curling his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot that had that familiar coil in my stomach forming.

I was so close, and I knew he could tell by the way I was clenching around his digits. My breathing was coming out ragged, I was panting against his hand as he continued to hit my g-spot over and over again. My orgasm was right there, I was tipping over the edge until suddenly, Fred took his fingers out of me.

I let out a squeal in protest against his hand, but Fred only chuckled at me, as he dropped his hand from my mouth, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Why... Why did you stop?" I panted out, watching as he placed his three fingers that were dripping in my slick in his mouth, sucking me off of them.

He hummed around his fingers, pulling them out of his mouth with a pop, I stared at him in shock as he responded, "Oh, now, love. You didn't think I was going to let you finish just like that, did you? Not after how naughty you've been all day." He teased, a smirk on his lips.

I let out a huff, throwing my head back against the door, frustrated from being denied my release. But my ears perked up as I heard him undoing his belt, making me look back at him.

"Patience, love." He said, undoing his belt and quickly unzipping his pants. "Good things come to those who wait, remember?" He taunted me, slowly letting his pants fall to the ground, and stepping out of them, leaving him in his boxers.

I stared down at the obvious tent, the one that I had created, I bit my lip watching as he paced towards me, pulling me toward him and kissing me hard.

The kiss was more rough and needy than our previous one, we were breathing heavily into it, devouring each other. My hands trailed into his hair, as his trailed down and squeezed my ass, and I moaned as I felt his hard on press against my lower stomach.

In one swift movement he broke the kiss, turning me around and bending me over the sink. He ran his hands over my back, before harshly pulling my underwear down my legs. His hands ran possessively over my hips.

I looked over my shoulder at him, watching as he pushed his boxers down, freeing his length, my eyes widened at the size. "Shit..." I muttered out.

Fred smirked at my reaction, "See something you like, love?" He teased, making my eyes snap up to meet his gaze.

"You're... So big." I spoke, almost cringing at myself, but I couldn't help it. Fred chuckled at my bluntness, he loved how I was so honest and open with my words, not like most girls he'd been with.

"Don't worry, love. I'll make you feel good." He reassured me as his hands stroked my thighs, moving up and down my skin in a soothing motion.

I bit my lip, nodding my head, the way he could be so rough with me one second, and the next be so comforting was making my head dizzy.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He murmured as his hands slowly moved higher up my thighs, nearing my bare core. I shivered at his words, his touch making me more needy.

He bent down slightly, placing a kiss on my hip before he went back up, spreading my legs a bit more and started lining himself up with my entrance, running his dick through my wet folds, making me whine.

"You ready?" He asked, to which I nodded, but that seemed to not be good enough because Fred gripped my hip tightly, "No. I need a yes." He growled, as I let out a shaky breath.

"Yes..." I responded, making him smirk.

"Good girl." He praised, before slamming into me, instantly bottoming out, making me scream out his name, "Fuck, Fred!"

My hands gripped tightly onto the edges of the sink, the boy behind me panted heavily as he began to relentlessly pound into me, "Oh, fuck. So fucking tight, love." He spoke, his words adding to the amount of pleasure I was in.

The sound of our skin slapping together, our heavy breathing and moans filled the small bathroom, if anyone walked passed the door they would have no doubt about what was going on in here. "Feel good, love?" Fred questioned, but I could only moan in response.

Fred growled at this, his hand roughly latched onto my hair, pulling me flush against his chest, speaking lowly in my ear, "Huh? I asked you a question."

"Yes! Yes, feels so- Fuck- So good!" I stuttered out, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. The way he pulled on my hair was intoxicating, it was painful, but the pleasure it gave me completely overpowered it.

His free hand trailed up the front of my shirt, pushing it up over my bra, before pushing that up as well. He squeezed my boob in his hand, lightly pinching my nipple, making me whimper.

"Yeah? You like how I fuck you, don't you? You're taking me so well." He praised, his hips stuttering a bit, so he took his hand away from my boob, pulling out for a moment to grab my thigh and rest it atop the edge of the sink.

After he readjusted me, he pushed my back down again, still keeping his strong grip in my hair, before thrusting back into me. "Yes!" I moaned out, the new angle allowing him to hit my g-spot, and his balls to slap my clit repeatedly.

I knew if he kept up this pace I wasn't gonna last much longer, plus I was still a bit sensitive from him denying me my orgasm before. "Fuck, this pussy is all mine." He groaned, his voice hoarse.

"Yes! Oh, fuck it's yours! All yours!" I said in between moans. I was a mess, beginning to clench tightly around him as I felt myself nearing release.

Fred moaned as he felt me squeezing him, "You close, love? Gonna cum?" He taunted, picking up his pace, which I wasn't sure was even possible.

"Yes! So close." I said, my voice cracking.

"Cum then, cum all over my cock." Fred commanded. It didn't take long after his words for my release to wash over me, my eyes rolled back as I let out a guttural moan, my legs shaking as he continued to pound into me, letting me ride out my high.

I felt Fred twitch inside of me before he spoke, "Shit, shit..." He moaned, swiftly pulling out of me, "On your knees." He demanded, his voice low and authoritative. I instantly complied, moving off the sink and getting on my knees in front of him, "Open your mouth for me, love." He said, prompting me to listen, I opened wide, staring up at him as he jerked off above me.

He groaned at the sight of me below him, throwing his head back, as he hovered his tip over my tongue, "You look so good down there." He said, before letting out a guttural moan, and releasing in my mouth.

I moaned as his cum shot out onto my tongue, the salty taste making me hum in pleasure. "Fuck..." He trailed off, his hand slowing on himself as he milked himself dry.

I closed my mouth, swallowing his seed, making him stare down at me darkly, before harshly pulling me up to my feet. "Such a good girl for me." He praised once more, holding my cheek in his hand before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

As he pulled away, he gave me a loving look, "Was that okay, love? I didn't go to hard did I?" He asked, making my heart melt. "No, that was... Perfect." I told him, it still baffled me how he could be so rough and dominant and then switch to being so caring and comforting.

He chuckled, "Good." He said, moving away from me to pull his boxers back up and put his pants on. As he did I adjusted my bra and pulled my shirt down, before bending down as well to put my own pants on, but I stopped short when I felt the sudden pain in my legs, making me wobble a bit.

"Woah." Fred spoke, going forward and grabbing my waist to steady me, "You alright?"

"Yeah... My legs just hurt a bit." I told him. Fred smirked at that, making me shoot him a glare, and lightly slap him on the chest. "Shut up."

He rose his hands in mock surrender, "I didn't say anything." I just shook my head at him, trying to bend down again, but he stopped me, "Let me help you."

I watched him as he bent down, slowly pulling up my underwear, then my pants, even buttoning them for me. I gave him a smile as he stood back up, and pecked my lips. "Thanks."

"For what? The sex, or helping you put your clothes back on?" He joked, making me roll my eyes. "Fred." I warned him, making him chuckle. "Okay, okay. I'll stop." He said, as he buckled his belt, while I adjusted my hair, trying to make it look like Fred's hands weren't just gripping and tugging on it a few minutes ago.

"Do you think they'll know?" I asked, making him look at me. He glanced down at my neck, specifically the hickeys that littered every inch of my skin. He stifled his smirk, "Considering the amount of hickeys I left on you... No, they'll have no clue." He said, sarcastically.

I groaned before we both looked at each other, and instantly broke out into laughter. This was definitely not how I thought this day would go when I woke up this morning, but I couldn't complain.

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