#i gave freddy trousers

[springurz]

I'm very normal about their relationship

Pose reference by Mellon_soup

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter - 34 - Elysian Days

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Summary: Fred is teased mercilessly. George and Y/N discuss the future.

Warnings: heavy allusions to sex

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There are times when life just falls perfectly into place. When, no matter what else might be going on in the world, there's a little bright spot where the sun hasn't yet dipped beneath the horizon. It was within that brief moment in time that George and Y/N existed.

Life was, indeed, good. Business was booming. Y/N's research was progressing. She kept talking about something called genes that had nothing to do with denim trousers. And Fred was spending several nights a week over at Angie's place. Thus giving George and Y/N plenty of alone time, a new luxury in which they were more than happy to indulge themselves in.

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"I don't care what sort of shenanigans you get up to while I'm out, as long as it doesn't happen in my room," Fred announced the day after he'd unexpectedly apparated back home to grab something he forgot and discovered his twin and Y/N heating up the kitchen in ways that didn't involve cooking.

"Shenanigans?" George chuckled. "You make it sound like we're running around banging trash bin lids together."

"Hey, whatever turns you on," his twin shrugged. "Just keep it far away from my room."

"Far away from your room, huh?" A mischievous glint lit up George's eyes, and he gave Y/N a quick wink. "So, um, how far away are we talking?"

"Because there was this one time," Y/N joined in without missing a beat.

"We were up against your door," George continued.

"And it wasn't closed very well," Y/N said with a pragmatic air.

"And we just sorta fell through."

Y/N nodded, "Good thing your bed is right there at the entrance."

"It broke our fall." George explained. "And well... you know..."

Fred's eyes went as wide as saucers, "WHAT?"

George snorted, causing Y/N to giggle, and then they both burst out laughing, raising their hands in defense. "We're kidding, mate!" George said. "Put down the pitchfork, ok? We're just kidding."

Fred's shoulders relaxed. "You'd better be."

"We are," Y/N assured him.

"Well, mostly," George added with a shit-eating grin.

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"Poor Freddie. We shouldn't torture him like that," Y/N said, referring to their earlier conversation.

"He'll be alright. Consider it payback for apparating in on us without warning," George chuckled and downed the last of his wine before laying down on their blanket. They were taking advantage of the last, warm summer evenings and enjoying a night-time picnic on the roof of the shop.

Y/N grinned. "I don't think he'll be doing that again," she said, laying down beside him and resting her head on his outstretched arm.

They lay together in silence for a long while, just watching the stars. "It's a beautiful evening," George mummered once the moon was high in the sky.

"It is," Y/N agreed. "But, I really miss being able to see the night sky in all its glory." The bright lights of muggle London blotted out all but the brightest stars.

"At least we can see our star," he said, pointing to Polaris.

"Indeed," Y/N kissed his cheek and scooted closer to him.

"I've been thinking," George began. "How would you feel about getting a place of our own?"

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. She wasn't expecting that. At least not yet. "A place of our own?"

"Well, after all this crap with Voldy is over," he clarified. "But I was thinking maybe a little cottage in the country? Or perhaps a hobbit house?"

"A hob - you remember that?" Y/N asked, remembering the week she'd read The Hobbit to him while he had the flu. He'd never mentioned it again, so she thought he'd forgotten all about it. "You could barely remember your own name."

"I may have forgotten who I was," he rolled onto his side, smiling at her. "But I could never forget you. Every single second with you is carved into my memory."

Y/N blushed in spite of herself. "You better be careful, Romeo," she teased. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

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George chuckled and shifted himself on top of her, his lips barely brushing hers. "Good," he said. "I'm counting on it." Then he closed the distance between them.

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[joyless-somebody]

Queen Fuckuary Day 5

Prompt: Leather

Video shoots were always tedious and slightly embarrassing but this one seemed to be the worst. The production crew had taken the ‘Elvis-inspired’ idea and ran with it, putting them all in tight leather trousers which left very little to the imagination. Especially when it comes to seeing your on-again-off-again friend with benefits dressed head to toe in leather.

Maybe it was going to be a bit more Elvis than they’d first thought.

The first break they had, Freddie practically dragged Brian by the lapel into the nearest toilets and started on un-buttoning his trousers. Brian just stood there smirking and let him get on with it until he turned around, ass out and pushing towards him.

“No pants, babe?” He chuckled as Freddie blindly swatted back at him.

“Ruins the look, now get on with it.” He pushed his ass back and leaned his head against the door as Brian lined himself up and shoved inside him in one move, “Fuck, I forget how big you are.”

“You won’t forget for a while after this, trust me.” Brian held onto his hips and slowly started to pull out before shoving back inside.

The leather rubbed against Freddie’s ass as the pace slowly increased, until the door rattled and Brian hit that perfect spot every time. “You look so good… so fucking good.” Brian pressed small kisses on his shoulder, working up to just behind his ear, “Come on, come on, I’m so close.”

Neither of them could hold their moans as Brian took Freddie’s cock and gave it a few strokes, both so close to cumming, “Go on, baby, come on.”

Brian was first and stifled his noises in Freddie’s shoulder as he pushed in as far as he could, painting his insides with hot cum, then pulled out as soon as he was done. He pulled Freddie’s trousers back up and carried on stroking him, forcing him to cum in his trousers.

He tried to hold back but the feeling of Brian’s cum in his ass and the hand on his cock ripped the orgasm out of Freddie before he could stop it. He came, hard, and immediately Brian’s hand withdrew and buttoned him back up, leaving him using the door as support where his legs nearly gave out.

“Good, you alright?” Brian hooked an arm around his waist as he caught his breath and nodded, “Come on then, they’re probably waiting for us.”

[penneferofvenerburg]

FALLING HARD FOR THE ROYAL GUARD FANFICTION: BROKEN HEARTS

Taglist: @warriormirkwood @henrycavilledits @henrycavillportal @mrcavilldaily @cavillvirus @shellyshellshell etc:)

Chapter 1

GUARDSMAN GUILDFORD had long been in the sentry box this morning, his view obscured by the bearskin that he has to wear when on duty guarding one of the towers inside The tower of London.

Often he would see a young woman or two often enough, but the one he really wanted was that strange looking one with bright ginger hair. She never said her name but he remembered her face so he could not stir from his regimental position.

At 8.00 on the dot, she appears " Morning"! The young woman said as she went by, but Freddie could say nothing to her.

To everyone Margaret Moore was a stranger, barely anyone bared her attention but except for a particular guardsman every morning she saw him every morning she would say hello and good morning as she did now, how was it that Freddie had seen her before? There was something in her that he could not place.

It was a bright Summer's day within the tower and the young woman passed him by again " evening"! She said, and like that Freddie did not move he was stoic and stone faced unflappable.

" Oh fuck how much longer"? He thought he had been standing there watching the tourists make faces at him taking pictures but still he just wished he could move his limbs. This wasn't the only place you found the grenadiers you would find them, at other royal palaces and this week Freddie and his garrison were at the Tower of London.

He often thought about the young woman who passed his way. She was a mystery who she was? Where did she work within the tower"? He thought he secretly made it his mission to find out.

Freddie Guildford was one of two boys he was from a wealthy family. What would they say if he had fallen for a young woman, not of his breeding? Freddie did not care.

Two hours later, another detachment of guards marched his way, " off you go Guildford"! Freddie gave the Sargent a salute and he marched off toward the garrison house.

Once there he opened the door, silence greeted him thankful for the silence he went inside and changed out of his guardsmen uniform and into something a little more to see taste. A button down shirt with a pair of smart trousers, feeling more relaxed, he stepped into the bright sunshine.

As he often did when not on duty, he found himself at rare moments touring the tower of London he often had seen other real palaces with other fellow soldiers.

Freddie was searching something on his phone when he heard the yelp of a young woman, looking up from his phone he quickly tucked it in his back pocket and went over to help the young lady who was on the ground groaning in pain.

" Jesus! You took quite the bang there! Are you okay? Here allow me"! He offered the young woman a hand as she stood up she felt something warm trickling down her left leg …. It was bleeding. " no it's fine I'm fine really ill manage a bit thank-you anyway"! The young woman spoke, he recognised her ….. it was her, the woman that passes him every morning.

" No, I insist, come! Let's get that leg sorted! I will not let you walk home or wherever you're heading with a bleeding leg, put your arm around me"! The young woman vainly did as she was told by the soldier, she hobbled toward the garrison house holding onto the soldier, he led to the sitting room.

" Here we go wait there I have the first aid kit round here"! The young woman watched the soldier himself about the house, his muscles taunting though his white button down shirt. She had to bite her lip at the thought of him, she had only ever seen him under the bearskin and in uniform.

" Ah here it is" ! She heard him say, his voice was like molten chocolate, he seemed nice enough, she looked ahead of her like she wasn't thinking about anything, she watched him with intention as he bent on one knee, to her he must have easily 6ft 1 inch or 2 maybe at a pinch he was strong too with biceps loaded bulging out his shirt at the top. " Can you stretch out your left leg for me"? The young soldier asked with his smile of perfectly white teeth. The young lady did as he bid, and she winced as she did it, " owww!" She grimaced contortions her face into a screwed up one, the young man soldier, " how on earth did manage this hmm"? He asked then, she looked at him with a slight What I…I'm naturally clumsy"! She offered an explanation for how she ended up with him treating her leg. Though she was thankful he was there, he grabbed one sterile strip from the first box and an antiseptic wipe.

He tore the top of the wipe, and he looked up at him, " This might hurt a little hold still!" Instructed the friendly young guardsman. The young woman he regnoised braced herself for the sting. He held her leg in place with just right-hand long fingers caressing the back of her carve. He looked at her again, his blue-green gaze gazing at her, " Hold still now, this might sting for a while!" He tentatively set the wipe to the blood-soaked knee. He felt tense at the sensation he briefly looked up, seeing her hands turn ashen white on the ends of the couch. He was concentrating on cleaning the wound on her leg. The sting came first, then began to subside every time she looked at his handsome face.

The blood quickly stopped, and then he grabbed a gorse and tape, folding it with complete gentleness. The warmth and gentleness made her heart warm toward him even more.

The young woman felt a redness appear on her cheeks, at the thought of his long, gentle, thin fingers touching her bare cold skin.

Her eyes were trained onto him, cutting a bit of tape to keep the gorse in place. " There's a brave soldier! That should do it! " Said the young man she recognized as the young man she sees every morning. " Would you like to drink tea or coffee?" He asked. She half expected him to hear out the garrison door, but no. " Tea, please, two sugars!" She smiled at him as he returned to his standing position.

She watched him walk off into the garrison house kitchen to make the tea. She looked about the house. There were framed photos along the mantle piece of the young man that was her saviour, smiling with the older man's arm around him. .

" Do you live here alone?" She asked with a smile, silence greeted her at first but then he answered " no I live with my other comrades'! Smiling the young soldier back, she had it in his voice. " You're a Grenadier, aren't you?" She asks. '' Yes I am as are my comrades! ", the kettle clicked off into comfortable silence.

She stood there watching him in silence, thinking what to say next!She saw him turn round carrying a tray with two cups and saucers on the tray along with a plate of biscuits. " Go on, don't be shy!" He encouraged her, and she took the chocolate bourbon. The next thing she did was add 2 sugars to her tea that he had made.

He came round the coffee table and sat beside her on the couch, picking up his cup and saucer. " clearly highly educated"! She thought.

She pushed herself back on the couch, " Wait a minute, the cushions askew!" She watched him straighten it with one hand. Freddie felt something was amiss with this young woman. He gave a little cough before he smiled that perfectly white teeth smile. " What caused you to fall?" Freddie asked, The young woman smiled back with a small chuckle. " My boss, he's a bit of a …. How am I supposed to say it without swearing? He's a bit of an idiot shall we say? Freddie widened his eyes at the young woman, " idiot Lord!

He must be a bad boss! Does he not treat you well"? The guardsman asked with a tentative smile.

" And he bloody does not treat me nicely! He's a complete and utter "! Now, this made Freddie laugh. " I haven't that one in a while goodness me!"

Maggie sat opposite him lost in his handsome smile, " how the fuck can be this handsome and good looking"?, she thought. Freddie thought that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. " Christ! Look at her, she's a beauty"! Thought Freddie.

Freddie turned to get his cup and saucer back into hospitality huge hands when he caught Maggie smiling at him. " May I say you have the most beautiful smile!" Freddie complimented his beaming smile, firing on all cylinders.

[bijouxcarys]

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐆𝐮𝐲 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Masterlist

“𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝.” I gritted my teeth, arms folded tightly across my chest as I sulked my way down the aisle filled with fireworks. Freddie appeared behind me, quickly grabbing hold of my arm.

“Darling, you’re not even looking,” Freddie said, his voice calm and soothing.

“Fred, I can’t focus on shopping for fireworks when I know that my best friend is being screwed over, once again, by a little boy who bangs on a flat surface with a stick for a living!” I raised my voice in frustration, drawing the attention of passers-by.

Freddie hushed me, gently pulling me back and meeting my gaze directly. “That boy doesn’t know how to keep it in his trousers, I’m well aware of that. But he genuinely cares for Emma. You can see it, darling, it’s undeniable. So, no matter what happens, you cannot… I repeat, you cannot tell Emma about this.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I whisper-shouted at him, leaning in closer. “Do you have any idea how much Emma adores Roger? This will devastate her, and I can’t stand by and watch her go on with her life as if nothing’s wrong.”

“I know, I know, dear, I truly understand.” Freddie whispered back, his voice filled with sympathy. “There’s nothing I want more than to give that boy a good smack but mentioning it to Emma will only make things worse. Roger has a history of this behaviour, and if he spends more than one night with someone, it actually means something to him.”

I sighed, turning my gaze toward the fireworks on the racks. “That Patty girl always seemed too suspicious to me. I knew something was off about her.”

“Unfortunately, darling, she’ll be sticking around us more often now that Mary has befriended her. My suggestion is that you make sure Emma is present whenever we’re all together. That way, Patty will get the message loud and clear that Roger is taken and absolutely not available.”

Freddie gave me a mischievous grin. “Now, let’s find some real bangers, both literally and metaphorically speaking.” He winked at me and nudged my side playfully. “Speaking of which, how’s Brian?”

“Seriously, Fred?” I struggled to shift gears from the intense conversation about Emma. “H-he’s fine, I suppose. He seemed to be alright when I last saw him, but that was also when he dropped the bombshell about Roger, and needless to say, I completely lost it. Naturally. And just like you, he gave me a lengthy lecture about not telling Emma.”

Freddie rolled his eyes. “Maria, we have known Roger for much longer than you have. I’m sorry, darling, but it truly doesn’t mean anything.”

His pleading expression and furrowed brows made me pause and consider his perspective. After all, Freddie and the others had a deeper understanding of Roger’s character. Perhaps keeping Emma in the dark was the best course of action to minimise her pain.

“O-Okay… Fine…” I sighed, my voice tinged with reluctance as I nodded slowly. “I’m sorry, Fred. But I’m putting my trust in you and Brian, and I hope you know what you’re talking about.” I pointed a finger at him, giving him a stern look. “Now…” I turned my attention back to the boxes of fireworks, picking one up tentatively. “What about this one?”

“Please, dear,” Freddie scoffed, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he reached for a larger box filled with an assortment of dazzling fireworks. “The bigger, the better, darling. We should know that by now.” He winked and placed it into the shopping trolley beside him.

“Yeah…” I huffed, scanning the shelves for more options. “You speak for yourself…”

“You mean…” Freddie began, walking alongside me as we continued down the aisle. “You’ve never…?”

“No, I haven’t. Can we not talk about it?” I blushed, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me at the topic of my non-existent sex life. “What should we get for dinner, Fred? I was thinking—”

“A stunner like you has never had a good dicking?” Freddie blurted out, his voice carrying a bit too loudly. I spun around, whacking him on the arm in protest.

“Please, Freddie—please, shut up!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He raised his hands in surrender, laughter spilling from his lips. But while he found it amusing, I didn’t share the sentiment. I was far from giggling.

“It’s not funny, Fred. I’m genuinely embarrassed about it,” I muttered, my cheeks burning crimson as I turned my head away, seeking an escape from the conversation.

“I apologise, darling, truly. I didn’t realise it was such a sensitive topic. Don’t worry, Maria, I know for a fact that you won’t remain a pure little virgin girl forever.” His chuckle broke the tension. “After all, you’ve already locked lips with our poodle-haired softie, so you’re halfway there—”

My eyes widened, and I whirled around, staring Freddie directly in the face. “You what?”

“Did you honestly think I’d pass out from a few drinks?” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I saw it, darling, and I must say, for a self-proclaimed virgin, you sure know how to devour someone’s lips.” He winked playfully, effectively lightening the mood.

“Let’s just… put an end to this conversation, shall we?” I managed to say, fighting off the urge to burst into laughter that bubbled up within me.

“Consider it done.” Freddie leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss on my cheek, a gesture that offered comfort and reassurance.

We had snagged a pretty good deal on a diverse selection of fireworks, thanks to Freddie’s well-connected friend and tendency to know quite literally everyone we came across. Considering Brian’s newfound interest in pursuing vegetarianism, Freddie and I made sure to be mindful of the food choices for the party. I knew Emma would have given me a hard time if I didn’t get any hot dogs, so I struck a balance between meat and non-meat options. To ensure that Brian didn’t feel left out, I decided to embrace the vegetarian vibe for the evening. Two little veggies sticking together.

While Emma was off with Roger, Freddie and I hung out at my flat. I must admit, I had reservations about letting her spend time with him that day, but revealing his indiscretions was off the table now—especially after the lectures from Freddie and Brian on the bigger picture.

I plopped down beside Freddie, each of us cradling a warm mug of tea. A comfortable silence settled between us.

“How’s The Britannia treating you?” I broke the silence, curious about the lads’ experience in the new venue.

“It’s absolutely stunning. The architecture, darling,” be beamed. “Although, the landlord can be a right twat. But, hey, that’s showbiz.” He raised his mug and took a sip.

I chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, that sounds about right. I’m sorry I haven’t been much help, though. I should’ve been doing more with you guys, you know, the work experience.”

Freddie waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, lovie, don’t be silly. It’s an unpaid gig. But…,” his tone shifted, and I knew trouble was brewing, “there might be something you could do for me. For us.”

My eyebrow arched in curiosity. “And what might that be?”

“What do you think about selling Roger’s car?”

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “I’d like to live to see at least twenty-five, thank you very much.”

“Seriously, Maria,” Freddie laughed, shaking his head. “Trident Studios actually opens up booking for regular folks like you and me. But it comes with a hefty price tag.” He let out a wistful sigh. “Do you think… you could give them a call and see if there are any available slots? You know, I still want you to get that work experience in. Purely as a friend, of course.” He fluttered his eyelashes at me playfully.

“Sure, I’ll give it a shot.” I flashed him a warm smile. “What sparked this sudden interest?”

“Well…” He placed his tea on the coffee table and delved into the pocket of his jacket. From it, he pulled out a bundle of papers. “I stumbled upon some old notes from my days in another band… way back in ’68. I’ve been expanding on the lyrics, if you will, and I’m eager to complete the song in its entirety once I have the right sound. That’s why I need to record it, dear.”

He passed me the papers to me, allowing me to peruse the lyrics that Freddie clearly held dear to his heart.

Can you hear me you peers and privvy counsellors

I stand before you naked to the eyes

I will destroy any man who dares abuse my trust

“Fred, this is pretty good.” I flipped the paper over, revealing more lyrics.

You are mine, I possess you

I belong to you forever

I smiled, gazing up at him. “I’ll give them a call as soon as I have a chance. I promise.” I handed the paper back to him. “But why haven’t you performed the song yet?”

“Darling, I believe in keeping certain things a mystery, and this song cannot be just another generic rock ‘n’ roll hit. It’s peculiar, and it hails from the realm of the unknown. It must emerge out of nowhere into the public eye. However, it can’t come from nowhere if we don’t have a place to record it. And once we do record it, my dear…” He smirked mischievously, taking another sip of his tea. “The public will absolutely adore it!”

“I’m certain they will, Freddie.” I nodded, grinning at him. “I genuinely have so much optimism for you and the lads. All four of you are incredibly talented. I don’t think I’ve ever come across a student band like yours.”

“Well, thank you darling. Is that observation based on your expertise in management or is it simply your personal opinion?” He quirked an eyebrow, teasing me playfully.

“Both,” I replied, flashing Freddie a sly smile. “I absolutely love your music, but it’s your attitude towards it that impresses me. And as for me, I’m simply a burden to your journey.”

“Bollocks.” Freddie rolled his eyes and pulled me closer wrapping his arm around me. “You’re not a burden, lovie. It’s a delight to have friends like you. In just a few weeks, I’ve seen how genuine and wonderful you are. We all adore the shit out of you.” He gave me a squeeze and planted a gentle kiss on my head.

“And you’ve been fantastic for Brian,” he whispered into my hair, then pulled back slightly.

A shy smile crept onto my face as I tilted my head forward and glanced down. “I really like him. A lot.”

“It’s mutual, darling. I promise. Everything will fall into place, so don’t you worry,” Freddie assured me, finishing his tea and placing the empty mug on the coffee table. “Thank you for the tea, Maria. I might have to steal your technique.”

“Brandy,” I smirked, earning an impressed and pleased expression from Freddie, who rose to his feet. “I like it.”

He nodded approvingly. “I must be off now. I promised I’d see Mary before her shift.”

“Of course.” I stood up and walked Freddie to the door.

“Have you visited Biba yet, darling?” he asked.

“Oh… no, I haven’t. I haven’t had the chance.”

“Darling, you must. You would look absolutely ravishing in their winter collections.”

He gave me a tight hug before turning to leave. “Let me know as soon as you get in contact with Trident. We can’t miss a thing.”

“Will do, Mr. Mercury,” I grinned, playfully using the sarcastic name.

“Don’t go all assistant on me, lovie. You’re a faux manager, not a French maid.”

“Fine, Bulsara, then—”

“Stick with Mercury.”

“Yeah, yeah… Go on, you’ll be late.”

We said our goodbyes, and I closed the door behind him.

Stay silent. Don’t utter a word to Emma. Protect your best friend from getting hurt.

I let out a sigh and carried on with the rest of my day, allowing thoughts of Roger’s actions to slowly fade away from my mind.

“Being a hippie isn’t a personality trait, it’s a lifestyle.”

“Actually, shut the fuck up, you were born singing The Grass Roots,” I retorted.

“Not the only grass roots.”

“Of course,” I burst out laughing, playfully smacking our friend James on the arm. Emma joined the laughter, taking a sip of her wine.

James was our friend from up North and had been a constant support for both Emma and me throughout college. He never failed to bring energy into any room he entered. While Emma and I had moved to London for university, James had stayed in Yorkshire and attended Hull University instead. Our reunions were rare, but when he announced that he was now permanently living in the South, we couldn’t have been happier. Unfortunately, James had faced societal outcast and hate crimes due to his sexual preference. Back then, terms like ‘fag’ and ‘fairy’ were disturbingly common. All we could do was provide unwavering support and ensure he felt loved and accepted.

“Listen, London may be an absolute shithole sometimes,” James began, taking a seat next to me on the sofa. “But it’s also the most vibrant and diverse place you can be right now. I’m planning to explore every gay bar I can find.”

“You go for it—you only live once, hun,” Emma encouraged him, settling down at her piano and absently playing a few keys.

“I’m just fucking… shocked that you’ll be staying down here now. We can see a lot more of you!” I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement.

“Exactly,” James nodded. “So, enough about me. What have you two slags been up to? Please tell me you’ve actually been having a life and not just studying, because that’s fucking abhorrent and I will literally make a beeline for King’s Cross.”

“Actually, James,” Emma smirked. “We’ve managed to snag ourselves some lads.”

Before James could response, I jumped in. “She has a lad.” I glanced over at Emma with a disapproving look and raised an eyebrow. “My lad is not my lad.”

“He’s basically your lad,” Emma rolled her eyes, then turned to James. “She’s so stubborn.”

“You don’t have to tell me that, Emma. I’m well aware that our Maria is a bit special,” James chuckled, offering me a sympathetic smile.

“Um, I’m right here, you know,” I leaned forward, playfully disrupting the space between Emma and James.

“Yes, you are here, and I’m telling you that Brian is practically your lad at this point.”

The futility of Emma’s blunt nature weighed on me, causing a grimace to form on my face as I heard the phone ringing in the hallway. Leaving Emma and James to their own conversation, I walked over and picked up the phone, trying to push away the discomfort brought by Emma mentioning Roger. Taking a deep breath, I pressed the phone my ear and greeted the caller, “Hello?”

“Maria, darling, is that you?” came the familiar voice of Freddie.

“Hi, Fred,” I replied, a smile brightening my face. “Aren’t you supposed to be in uni or something?”

“I don’t need to go to a silly lecture when I’m not really in the uni to begin with, dear,” Freddie responded, radiating confidence through the receiver.

“I can’t argue with that,” I chuckled, receiving a playful giggle in return from the singer.

As our laughter subsided, I could sense a sigh on Freddie’s end. “Brian was going to call, but he overslept. We were rehearsing until the early hours of the morning, and… Ugh, I don’t know, Maria, he had a lecture at nine and woke up at half-past ten.”

It was the first time I had heard Freddie sounding so distraught, and witnessing his vulnerability was challenging. “Tell him it’s alright. I’ll call him later. He’s just… working really hard to get where he wants.”

“We’re all working our arses off, darling. We’re writing, playing, doing everything. We’re desperate for a break,” Freddie confessed, the weight of their aspirations evident in his voice.

“And you will get that break, don’t worry. You have the drive, Fred,” I reassured him, hoping my encouragement would resonate. “I’m calling Trident later. I’m sure they’ll see how talented Queen is, and you’ll be rockstars before you know it.”

To my surprise, silence greeted my words, lingering uncomfortably. Panic surged within me as self-doubt crept in. “Freddie?” I uttered softly.

“I knew there was a reason Brian likes you as much as he does,” Freddie finally responded.

Take aback by his remark, I couldn’t help but stifle a flattered laugh, my cheeks warming up with a blush. I wasn’t accustomed to such attention. “Oh…” I sighed, my cheeks aching from the persistent smile on my face.

“Don’t you worry, darling, I see a romance there,” Freddie assured me.

“You do…?” I questioned, a mix of curiosity and surprise filling my voice.

“Of course,” he confirmed, leaving me longing to delve further into the subject. However, before I could ask him about it, I heard my name being called from the other room, where Emma and James were. I bid Freddie a final dose of encouragement and reluctantly exchanged goodbyes.

Trudging back into the living room, Emma stood up, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Maria Brennan.”

“Emma Robinson,” I replied, curious about the anticipation in her voice.

“Guess where James is temporarily working?” she eagerly prompted.

My eyebrow arched inquisitively at James, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Where…?”

“Trident Studios… I don’t know wh—”

“James!” I exclaimed, excitement bubbling over as I grabbed his arms and hauled him up from the sofa. “I love you so much!” I enveloped him in an exuberant hug, causing him to sputter with laughter. Emma’s delighted squeals echoed behind me, adding to the joyful chaos.

“I don’t get what the big deal is!” James managed to chuckle amidst his restricted breath.

“Fuck—sorry!” I exclaimed, abruptly releasing him and covering my face with my hands. “Bloody hell.” Taking a deep breath, I couldn’t help but beam at my friend. “I… may or may not have a small, teeny, tiny request.” I peered up at him with hopeful eyes, the anticipation building.

“It’s a huge request.”

“Shut up, Emma!” I playfully waved my arm in her direction, dismissing her comment. “You see… Emma and I have these incredibly talented friends—”

“You have friends?” James interjected, feigning surprise.

“James, focus! This is important!” I shot him a playful glare before continuing. “We have friends in a band, and they’re in dire need of a place to record. Could you, uh… like… ask?” I winced at my clumsy phrasing, realising it wasn’t the smoothest request, but my determination to help our friends outweighed any concerns about eloquence.

“I’m only a stand-in assistant, Maria.”

“Please…” I whispered, clutching onto his hands and giving them a gentle squeeze, conveying the depth of my earnestness. “I need you to do this for me…”

With a sigh, James nodded, understanding the significance of the situation. “I’ll do my best.”

Relief flooded through me, and I couldn’t contain my gratitude. Grabbing his face in my hands, I squeezed it once more, his alarmed gaze shifting momentarily towards Emma. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The air buzzed with excitement and the possibilities that lay ahead for our friends’ band.

It had been an antagonising day, filled with restless anticipation. Ever since James had mentioned submitting an application for a recording slot at Trident Studios during his shift the night before, I couldn’t help but dwell on the possibilities. While I knew that securing a booking would likely require waiting another month or two, the call confirming the slot should have come sooner. But the phone remained silent, and my hopes started to waver.

Engrossed in my usual morning routine, I busied myself with preparing breakfast for Emma and me. It was nothing fancy—just a humble bowl of generic cereal, a testament to our meagre budget. I played Skeeter Davis on the record player, careful to keep the volume low so as not to disturb Emma’s much-needed sleep. Every now and then, I stole glances at her peaceful form on the sofa, her exhaustion evident from working late into the night, desperately catching up on lecture notes.

That morning, I had managed to drag myself out of bed earlier than usual, waking up at half-past seven. My hair was haphazardly pulled back into a loose ponytail, and I wore and oversized shirt that barely grazed my knees. As I poured milk into my Cheerios, I left Emma’s portion untouched, waiting for her to wake up before adding the milk.

After tidying up and finishing my own breakfast, I made my way to the answering machine, not expecting any blinking lights. However, that day, the red light couldn’t have been more conspicuous. My heart raced with a mix of trepidation and excitement as I pressed the playback button, fishing for the key to the flat from the pocket of my jacket hanging on the hallway hook.

A voice crackled through the speaker, and I held my breath. “Hello, this is Alex Townsend from Trident Studios. This message is for Miss Maria Brennan. We have received your application and currently have openings for bookings. Please ring us back to allocate your preferred time—”

The remaining Cheerios in my mouth threatened to choke me as I hastily grabbed a pen and scribbled down the number they provided. My heart pounded with fervour I hadn’t felt in a while, a surge of triumph coursing through me.

Well done, Maria. You did something right.

I was practically bursting with excitement, eager to share the news with Freddie. Spotting him and Brian trudging across the grass on the Imperial campus that very same day, a surge of energy course through me. With an ear-to-ear grin, I quickened my pace, heading straight for the two boys. Brian’s gaze lifted from the ground, and his adorable toothy grin mirrored my own.

Freddie seemed equally thrilled to see me and greeted me with a nod. “Hi…” I whispered, my voice brimming with excitement. “Guess what?” My eyes darted back and forth between the two, their expressions contorting with confusion. “Guess which little Yorkshire lass got you boys a slot at a certain studio in a certain city centre?”

Brian was clueless, as I had expected, but it didn’t take him long to catch on. “No…” he murmured, an impressed smile spreading across his face. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I did.” The grin on my face was uncontrollable as Brian scooped me up in his arms, twirling me around. I squealed with delight, holding on to him tightly.

Both Brian and Freddie peppered my face with rapid little kisses, their colognes intoxicating me. I coughed playfully, causing them to back off. I pouted at Brian. “You can come back.” I pulled him towards me, giving him a comforting and joyful hug.

“Thanks,” Freddie muttered, feigning sadness in his words.

“You know I love you, Fred, shut up.” I laughed.

“I know, darling, and thank you very much for doing this for us. It’s greatly appreciated.”

“I can’t believe it…” Brian’s eyes remained wide with astonishment. “We’re actually going to get to record. Like, properly.” His hands rested on my shoulders, his long fingers gently squeezing. “How did you manage to get through to them?” He looked down at me.

“My friend works at Trident.” I smirked, stealing a glance at Freddie. “He managed to bump us up to the top of the waiting list. We just need to call back to book the time and all that. I thought I’d tell you before we did.”

Brian sighed with delight, shaking his head and frantically looking around. His textbooks were scattered on the ground, likely getting damp from the dewy November weather. It was clear he was overwhelmed with excitement. I couldn’t help but giggle at his adorable enthusiasm, finding it utterly endearing.

Finally, Brian’s gaze locked with mine. His hands cupped my face, and warmth spread across my cheeks under his touch. He leaned in closer, his excitement still evident in his expression. “You are amazing.” Then, he pressed a firm kiss to my forehead.

“I’m not.” I bashfully shook my head, shifting my gaze towards Freddie to break the spell Brian always seemed to cast over me in his presence. “We just need to convince Roger to sell his car now.”

“Shit.” Freddie face-palmed himself, exhaling heavily. “Don’t worry, darling, he’s going to sell that damn automobile if it’s the last thing he does.”

“It shouldn’t be that difficult,” I started, shrugging. “He’s never been one for commitment, right?” I raised and lowered an eyebrow teasingly.

Brian let out a tut and gave me a gentle pat on the back. “Maria, love, you’re such a fiery little girl sometimes, aren’t you?”

“Only when Roger messes up,” I replied with a mischievous grin and a finalising wink.

[reniboo]

BE MY MISTAKE // Roger Taylor

(I DONT EVEN WRITE FOR THIS FANDOM ANYMORE, BUT I GENUINELY THINK THIS IS THE BEST PIECE OF WRITING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN)

INTRODUCTION : one drunken mistake costs Roger Taylor you, and he begins to realize just how much he needed you.

WARNINGS : cheating, attempted angst, swearing, works with both Roger Taylor and Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, lack of knowledge in drumming, 

This was a mistake. This was a huge mistake and Roger knew it.

He knew he shouldn't have gone out the night before, even if it was one of Freddie's infamous parties that he promised he'd attend, not when you were sleeping peacefully in his bed. Blissfully unaware and waiting for his return.

The dreadful and self-loathing thoughts seeped into his thoughts as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and zipped his trousers up.

"Rog, where’re you off to?" The long haired girl asked, an amused tone hidden in her voice, sitting up in the bed and exposing her bare chest as the blanket fell down.

He ignored her and continued his hunt around the room for his left shoe. "Don't tell me you're leaving?" Once he didn't answer, she added, "Roger?"

Silence filled the bedroom as his movement ceased. "This never happened, okay? It shouldn't have, and it didn't. Got it?" His voice was filled with venom.

Roger waited until the blonde nodded, watching as her eyes filled with disappointment.

He should have felt bad for hurting her feelings, for being so blunt, but at that point, he truly, honestly couldn't care less. He was too focused on you. The girl he'd left alone, in a cold apartment.

You knew, and he knew that you knew. You were smart, too smart for your own good.

As soon as you woke up, you noticed the coolness of the spot next to you on the bed, the place that Roger's warm body usually took up. That was the first sign that something was wrong.

After making yourself a light breakfast and a large cup of tea, you decided to pay John and Veronica a visit.

Roger's whereabouts were unknown to you but you knew for a fact that Veronica was home as she had 'popped in’ to say hello last night, accompanied with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Needless to say, she left the apartment a little more than tipsy.

From the moment you had met Veronica, you'd decided that you liked her. Being able to bond over the two band members you were dating- albeit, John was much easier to deal with than Roger.

But you loved him. With all your heart, you were completely, head-over-heels in love with Roger Taylor. Which was why he was so terrified of going home, so he didn't. Instead, he turned up at the recording studio, wearing the same clothes from yesterday, and messy, unbrushed hair.

When you knocked on John and Veronica's apartment, it was John who had answered.

The look he gave you was filled with guilt, but you didn't bring it up, only shooting a look that could only be described as confused to Veronica, who seemed to be sporting the same expression as John.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” The worry in John’s voice was the second sign of something wrong.

You stepped back in surprise at the bluntness of John’s question. “Well, I just thought I’d pay Veronica a visit before I joined you boys at band practice.”

He nodded slowly, brows furrowed as he excused himself.

Veronica avoided your eyes, turning around and entering the kitchen. “I’ll put the kettle on,” she sighed.

Roger was scared shitless. His palms were sweaty, his heart hammering against his chest. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Regret. It had consumed every thought in his brain, leaving him a mumbling mess during the beginning of practice.

With an exasperated sigh, Freddie snapped. “Roger, for the last time, it’s supposed to slow down once the chorus finishes, not carry on!” He didn’t reply, gaining an exaggerated eye roll from Freddie. “Honestly, Rog. Where is your head at?”

He winced at the nickname, flashing back to the naked girl in the cold hotel room. She was the complete opposite to you in every way. From the colour of her eyes to the way she said his name.

He felt disgusted in himself.

The bile in his throat threatened to emerge, causing Roger to leap out from behind his drum kit, trying not to hit anything as he rushed over to the first bin he saw.

Freddie and Brian watched in revolt as their friend heaved into a trash can. “Darling, you really must stop drinking so much. What would poor (Y/N) do if they saw you in this state?” His words brought on another surge of coughing and spluttering from Roger.

[hecatemoon87]

Freddie Learns a Lesson

Warnings: Female Dom/ Male Sub - 100% smutty goodness.

Words: 1733

Summary: Freddie is used to getting his way. He is normally the one in charge, but when he disobeys direct orders, he finds out who really is in charge.

Abigail James was a London crime princess. Her father was a notorious gangster who was recently indicted and was spending six months in prison. In order to maintain his business, he put his daughter in charge. Abby was level headed and good with business, he trusted she’d keep things afloat until he returned. 

So, Abby found herself in control of a somewhat large crime syndicate. She was kept very busy and to help her keep order were her father’s lieutenants. They were trustworthy enough and one of them she was smitten with, Freddie Jackson. She liked his cocky attitude and admired his audacity at times. But at the moment, he was being a little thorn in her side.

“Absolutely not,” she said, firmly. 

She was sitting behind her father’s desk, her arms folded and staring back at Freddie. 

“Oh, come on, don’t be that way,” Freddie said, placing his hands on the desk. 

“I’m not giving you permission to rob the East Fray Bank. It will bring unnecessary attention to my father and might extend his sentence,” she said, shaking her head.

Believing she had made her point, she shooed him away. It would be a few days later when she was informed that Freddie had disobeyed her command. The entire situation turned out to be a nonissue as Freddie and his team did a clean job. They managed to leave no solid evidence behind and the police were having trouble finding leads. But on principle Abby needed to punish him for refusing to take orders. 

“Bring me Freddie, right now. Don’t hurt him, leave that to me,” she said one evening to a group of her men.

A few hours later Freddie was dragged before her. She was waiting in a room that was reserved for persuading people to see things her father’s way. Tonight, she planned to use it as a chamber for disciplinary action.

“Yeah, alright. Get your fucking hands off me,” Freddie grumbled, trying to push the goons off him.

“Lock his wrists there, please,” Abigail said, pointing to a table.

Her men manhandled Freddie over to a table that had a set of handcuffs bolted to the surface. It forced him to be bent over the table. After he was secured, the henchmen left them alone. 

“What the fuck is all this about?” Freddie asked. He was supporting himself on his elbows, looking at her with a frown. 

She arched an eyebrow. He was unbelievable. He seemed oblivious that he had done anything wrong. Typical Freddie Jackson, no accountability. 

“What am I to do with you, Freddie?” she asked, hands on her hips.

“Maybe for starters you can uncuff me,” he said, gazing up at her innocently. 

“Hmmmm, no, I have other plans,” she said, walking behind him. She snaked her hands around his waist and undid his belt and zipper. She then yanked his trousers and underwear down. 

“The fuck, Abby?!” Freddie said, squirming over the table. 

She stepped back to admire his impressive rear end. He was muscular and his body was firm and masculine. Nodding with approval, she walked over to a large black duffle bag she had brought with her. She unzipped it and extracted a riding whip. Then she returned in front of him, bending the whip between her hands. 

“Why do you never listen? You never did this with my father,” she said.

“That isn’t true! This was the first time that I ever went against what you said,” he complained. 

“First time?” she said, laughing softly. “Oh, no, but it will be your last,” Abigail said.

She made her way towards the back of him again. She stood firmly in place and connected the riding whip with Freddie’s fine ass. 

“Jesus Christ, Abby!” he said, wincing. 

“If I don’t do this now, you’ll just continue being a little brat, won’t you?” she said. 

She wielded the whip, giving him a steady sequence of cracks. An alteration from left to right, she gave him a good spanking. Once she could see a rosy red blooming over his creamy flesh, she stopped. 

“Now, am I making my point clear, Freddie darling?” she asked, idly taking the tip of the riding whip and tracing the crack of his succulent cheeks. 

“God damn it!” Freddie groaned, flexing his ass. “Yeah, got the fucking point! I’m sorry, right?”

She continued dragging the tip up and down his crack before drawing it back and planting one final blow upon his hide. Freddie growled, closing his eyes tightly and flinching over the table. 

She came back to his front and cupped his chin in her hand. 

“No, you don’t. And no, you’re not,” she said.

“Oh, let it go, Abby! My arse is raw!” he whined. 

“Poor baby,” she cooed. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I fucking don’t!” he snapped. 

“Then how come your cock is hard?” she asked.

Freddie had nothing to say then. He was in fact fully erect, there was no denying that. She came around again, pressing her front against his naked bottom, her mound firmly against his ass. She then reached down and started to stroke his pulsating member. A gravelly moan came from Freddie’s chest as she milked him. 

“When I tell you not to do something, don’t,” she said as she tugged him. 

“Yeah, got it,” Freddie said, his head lowered toward the table, his grunts of pleasure bouncing off its surface. 

“It’s ‘Yes, ma’am’,” she said, slapping his ass cheek with her open palm. 

“Ah fuck, ye…yes, ma’am,” he sputtered. 

“Good boy,” she said.

She stopped pleasuring him and returned to the duffle bag. She then removed something that made Freddie’s eyes bulge out of his head. 

“Oi, no. That’s going too far, Abby,” he said, struggling against the table. 

She was holding a six inch strap-on and a bottle of lube.

“You think you were going to get away with just a spanking? How adorable,” she said, fixing the device to her bottom half. 

“I said I’m sorry, right?” he said, rattling the handcuffs. 

“You did say that, I’m aware,” she said, returning behind him. 

She opened the bottle of lube and gave his ass a generous helping of the liquid. 

“Damn it! It’s cold,” Freddie gasped. 

“Hush, be glad I’m using lube at all,” she said, slathering the substance over his star. 

Freddie gave off a mixture of sounds that altered between frustration and sensual pleasure. 

“How about just a finger, eh? Not the whole bloody dildo,” he said. 

“Who said you get to make any requests, hmmm? Besides, I know your sweet little ass can take all six inches,” she said, smiling. 

With that, she slid the strap-on slowly up his ass. She was holding onto his firm hips as she guided the sex toy up his bum. She felt him tense up and she gently patted his ass. 

“If you relax, you’ll actually enjoy it,” she purred as she began to thrust her hips. 

“Abby,” he whimpered against the table. 

“Shhhhh, just take it like a good boy,” she said. 

He groaned again, his body still fairly tense. But she gradually felt him relaxing. Once he fully did, she must have found his prostate because he let out a long husky moan of pleasure. He adjusted his legs wider to receive more of the dildo. Abigail smiled and sped up her thrusting, pounding away at his sweet ass. 

“Are you going to obey me now?” she asked as she railed him. 

“Yes, ma’am, I will,” he said, gripping the edge of the table. 

Pleased he was complying, she gave him a reach around, stroking his cock as she fucked him. Freddie now seemed to be enjoying every bit of his punishment. The sounds he was making almost made her giggle because he really was getting into it. 

“What a little slut. Just listen to you, hungry for more aren’t you?” she teased, stopping to go a little deeper into him and focusing mainly on stroking him. 

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, bucking his hips. 

“Tell me you’re a slut and I’ll finish you,” she said. 

“Yes! I’m a fucking slut, god damn fuck me, mummy,” he gasped as she edged him right up to his orgasm. 

She felt him tense up and then heard him moan as he started to cum. She placed her hand over his tip, feeling his warm and sticky release. 

“That’s right, little fuck toy, cum all over yourself,” she said, rubbing his seed over his cock, over stimulating him some more. 

Once she knew he was through, she carefully pulled out of him and rearranged herself. She left him limp on the table as she cleaned up the strap-on and put everything away. She grabbed a towel from her bag and cleaned off his dick and between his cheeks. She pulled up his underwear and trousers, securing his belt once more. 

“There. Now, did we learn our lesson?” she asked, looking down at him. 

He looked up at her with hooded eyes, tired from his intense orgasm. 

“Uh, yeah…I mean, yes ma’am,” he said. 

She nodded, unlocking the cuffs and he stood up. 

“Blimey,” he said, wincing a little as he rubbed his wrists. “You do that to everyone who doesn’t listen?”

“No,” she said. “And you’re the only one who doesn’t listen, by the way.” she said, perching herself on top of the table. 

She removed a box of cigarettes from her jacket pocket and offered it to him. He took it and extracted a stick. She then pulled out a lighter from her other pocket and lit it for him. Freddie took a long drag and then let the smoke exhale from his nose and mouth. 

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, closing his eyes, then he opened them again. “So, what now?”

“Well the night isn’t over,” she said. 

He looked at her with a bit of unease. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I take you back to my flat and you eat me out. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Do I, uh, get to fuck you after that?” he asked. 

“That depends on if you do as you’re told,” she said. 

“I can manage that. But can I ask a favor?” 

“And that is?”

“Don’t fucking tell a soul I liked having a cock up me arse, please?”

She grinned. “Not a soul.” 

[saintlike78]

I love all your writing. Can you do a Fred Weasley smut please? Don’t worry if not. X

Whines [F.W]

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! Sorry for the long wait, I just didn’t know what I wanted to write, but I based it on this porn link I saw lol. It’s pretty soft and fluffy, so I hope you still like it.

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader

Words: 757

Warnings: NSFW 16+, thigh riding, soft Fred, praise. As always let me know if I missed anything.

The smell of cinnamon, cologne and gunpowder filled your nostrils as you sat with your face buried in the crook of Fred’s neck. The soft sound of his quill scribbling on the paper in front of him was the only sound to be heard in the office of the joke shop, that and the small whines you let slip past your lips occasionally.

You were currently sat in the dimly lit office, nestled in Fred’s lap as you waited for him to be finished with his work so he could take care of you. Fred had had the time of his life, edging you the entire day resulting in you being extra needy and whiny this evening.

“Freddie,” you whispered, muffled by his neck.

“Almost there, my good girl, just wait a few more minutes,” he was slowly stroking your back, reveling in your neediness.

You removed your face from his neck and sat up slightly to look at his face, “but I’ve been waiting the whole day, I’m all achy,” you whined.

“I know, baby, but I really need to finish this, or George is gonna kill me and then you for distracting me,” Fred said with a little laugh.

“Can I get off on your thigh?” You mumbled, looking down slightly embarrassed by your request, but you just couldn’t wait any longer.

A sly grin overtook Fred’s face, and he used his pointer finger and thumb to tilt your chin up, making you look him in the eyes.

“What was that darling? I didn’t quite catch that.”

You shakily exhaled, “please, can I use your thigh to get off?”

“Of you course you can, if you’re that desperate you can’t wait,” he answered with a shit-eating grin. If you weren’t so needy and fuzzy you would have rolled your eyes at how sly and pleased, he looked, but you took what you could get.

You quickly got up from his lap to discard the small shorts and panties you were wearing, opting to leaving your, or actually Fred’s, T-shirt on. Fred spread his legs slightly, patting his thigh for you to sit back down on it. You happily complied, almost falling off of him out of eagerness, causing a chuckle to leave Fred’s lips, “steady on, darling.”

You blushed but pushed your embarrassment to the side so you could focus on the pleasure.

You slowly sank down making your wet cunt meet Fred’s trouser-covered thigh. You let out a gasp, your cunt already sensitive from a whole day of edging.

Fred’s left hand was holding your hip, making sure to keep you steady, as his other hand picked up his quill, pulling his chair closer to the desk to continue on with his work. He gave you a quick kiss, allowing you to fall forward and bury your face in his neck once more. You slowly started moving your hips finding the right way to drag and position your hips for your clit to get the stimulation you desperately craved.

You let out breathy moans and whimpers, your hips finding a steady rhythm helped along by Fred’s hand on your hip.

“There you go, my pretty girl,” Fred murmured, his pants growing tighter by the second having to listen to your pretty noises.

Your hips picked up speed, your orgasm approaching much quicker than you had anticipated. The rough material of Fred’s trousers creating a mind-numbing amount of friction against your clit. Your arms were around his neck, hugging him against you and keeping you grounded.

A whimper left your lips, “please, wanna cum so badly,” you whined, almost on the brink of tears.

“Yeah? Go on and cum for me, little one” Fred spoke softly, guiding your hips with both hands now, helping you towards your release.

With the extra help from Fred your orgasm washed over you like a huge wave, the wet patch on Fred’s trousers growing bigger with your release. You let out long breathy moans as you rode out your orgasm, body slightly shaking from the ache in your belly finally being taken care of.

“There you go... let me see that beautiful face,” Fred said, guiding your face out of hiding.

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning in and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

“Anytime, my darling,” he winked and laughed, causing you to roll your eyes.

Leaning your forehead against his, you whispered a small ‘I love you’. Fred smiled contently, his heart doing a somersault before he’s whispering it back to you, kissing your lips lovingly.

[mentallyunstablebisexualfairy]

Exclusive/Fred Weasley x reader

Smut/kinda fluffy in the end [maybe future series if you'd like it:)]

Summary:Fred and Y/N had a friends with benefits arrangement,no strings attached,no feelings.What happens when y/n goes for a drink with a random guy?

Request:yes/no

Warnings:light angst,smut,overstimulation,foul language ,senses game,sub!reader(if I forgot anything don't hesitate to point it out in the comments<3)

**postwar

I'm using she/her pronouns but I could easily change that if you'd like that:)

*do not repost unless you give credit*

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It was rather late.Your legs shaking from how hard Fred fucked you less than ten minutes ago.The throbbing pain on your core making it quite difficult for you to walk.

As you stood up trying to make your way successfully to the pile of clothes on the floor you could feel Fred practically smirking as he watched you struggling to keep your legs steady.

"Okay I'm done see you tomorrow "you said,rolling your eyes as you closed the zipper of your pants.

"Wait,won't you come over tonight?"

"No,I don't thinks so"

"How come?"he asked while wiggling his eyebrows "see what I did there? Come-cum" Fred exclaimed with a proud look on his face

"Shut up"you replied as you tossed him,his shirt "no that it's any of your business,but I have a date"the words being completed with an eyerol

The smirk on his face felt slightly,his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened.

"Oh well,have fun then"he bit back while a small smirk made its way up his face

"I will"you hecticaly replied while making your way out of the apartment and apparate.

"Not too much though "he muttered while locking the door

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Y/N was staring at her reflection on the big silver mirror putting on her beautiful earrings when a pop sounded outside of her bedroom door.Fred barged in without warning.His right hand came automatically on her neck squeezing lightly on the sides as he pressed her back against the big glass window with the view.

A gasp left her lips.

"what are you doing here?"she said just a bit louder than a whisper(Not that she was complaining)

"Reminding you to who you belong to darling" He said as he lifted her feet off the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Fred,I told you,I am waiting for company"

"Well then let them hear how good I fuck you" He bit back smugly as he crashed his lips with her own.

Lips moving in sync with each other.Tongues fighting for dominance.Hand making their way up and down each other's bodies,like they wanted to memorise every and each detail,every curve,every stretch mark,every little spot.Every perfect imperfection.

Their mouths practically being dragged off of each other as now her chest came in impact with the window and her feed with the solid ground.

Her eyes scanned the area and they quickly spotted the freshly parked car,the young black haired man locking it as he started to walk towards her building.

"Now now love,be a good girl and let's play a little game,shall we" Fred's deep full of lust voice spoke beside her ear in a low whisper.

She closed her eyes and nodded her head almost eagerly as she imagined the games he would want to play with her,his fingers against her skin.Everything.

"Use your words darling"

"I'm a good girl Freddie,let's play" she said airily

"Of course you are a good girl" he said as she felt his hand placing a silky fabric against hair eyes,tying it behind her head."My good girl" he finished with a kiss on her jawline and another peck behind her ear.

"Are you okay with this love?"

"Yeah"

"And you remember our safe word?"

"Yeah"

"Tell me the safe word then"

"Strawberry" as she said that she felt something touching her inner thigh,not the usual calloused fingers but something else.

The feeling stopped as the same thing moved from her thigh to her lips,her tongue swirling agonising slow around it.

"Take a bite love,and tell me how it tastes,describe it to me" Fred said,now his voice sounding bellow her

Y/n took a bite just as she felt her legs spreading a bit open,her wetness now on display as she wasn't wearing any underwear,and Fred's tongue entering her center from behind.

A soft gasp leaving her lips as her hips backed trying to move her core against his face.

"Go on my naughty whore,don't let my tongue stop you"

"It's sweet,mhm so sweet,and juicy,ah,it tastes good,like a strawberry"she said between breaths and moans

"Good girl,always so sweet for me"he replied against her core,sending vibrations all over her body,taking her closer to her climax.Her walls clenched around his tongue,as it swirled and entered her with such a force.Two of his fingers entered her leaving her completely breathless and his nose rubbing on the bundle of nerves that sent her to meet the gods with a loud moan and the shouting of his name just as the doorbell rang.

She went to collapse when Fred firmly picked her up and turned her around to face him.Her legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed her against the door. Y/n started fumbling with his belt and she pulled his trousers and briefs down on one swift motion.His erection sprang out as he looked into her y/e/c eyes for consent,her reviving her answer with a deep kiss as she grabbed him and aligned him to her entrance.

The magic filled the room as he entered her with a swift and hard thrust.Pumping inside of her like he wanted her.Like he truly wanted her.Whispering praises and beautiful words to her ears.feeling her velvet walls and every deep place inside of her.

"So deep" she moaned as he attached his lips on her sweet spot behind her ear.

"Takes me so good,every and each bloody time" he replied with a grunt

Moanings starting to rise.Breaths starting to deepen.Climaxes approaching as the knots snapped at the same time.His member twitching and her walls squeezing it helping him spill every drop of his load inside of her.

They stared into each other eyes and without pulling himself out from her,Fred placed her gently onto the couch.Him hovering over her as he started pounding again with even more force,focusing on her pleasure only.

Her sensitive cunt throbbing against his dick,and a mixture of pain and pleasure erupted through her as she came undone aroun his cock once more.

"Good girl" he said while he pulled out of her and gave her a peck on the forehead.His arm moving around her shoulder bringing her against his chest,undoing the blindfold that was now around her neck from the force of his moves.He grabbed his wand muttering a cleaning spell for her and accioed her favourite blanket placing it above them.

She felt into a peaceful slumber,while the beating of his hurt calmed their nerves.His lips meeting her forehead once more.

[closhelby]

On and off - Thomas Shelby smut

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Warnings: swearing & smut

Word count: 2.1K

AN: please give any feedback on smut and what you want to see next? Tried a different writing style...

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he seemed to be the ex that you couldn’t get over. You couldn’t escape him as hard as you tried, so why were you surprised when he showed up on your doorstep, soaked from the lashing rain that was falling outside at two am.

“You said we were over,” you muttered as you rubbed your sleepy eyes. You were actually awake, feeling sorry for yourself because of how different you wanted your life to be. Somehow you still wanted your relationship to work, despite how much he continued to push you away. You were too good for him, too proper for him, and most of all, you were too nice for him.

These were just assumptions. No one had rarely seen you get wound up, never seen you break or pushed you to that point, because no one needed to. But it was certainly brewing.

“I just wanted to see you,” he slurred.

You sighed, “Ex’s shouldn’t want to see each other though Tommy.”

He pushed the door open slightly, suggesting he came in, and you let him. Gave in to him again. I mean, how couldn’t you?

“Y/n, I don’t want you to be upset.”

“Tommy, if you’ve came here to say the same thing I’ve already heard, then politely fuck off,” you were starting to get annoyed at the assumption you were too nice, because you weren’t. You just gave off that impression. You gave everyone their first chance, as you believed they should, but depending on that, you would give your side. You were caring, but wouldn’t dare to be crossed.

“I’ll always love you, bu-“

“But, I’m too nice. I couldn’t deal mentally with what you do. How you make your money. Well Tommy, you’ve got me very wrong. But that’s your choice, now please” You spoke quickly, “get out of my fucking house.”

You could see the defeat in his face. He meant well, but he was pushing it and you were coming close to breaking point at being nice anymore. He left quickly after that, muttered a bye then disappeared in the horrific night.

The next morning you were awoken with loud bangs coming from your front door. Sighing as you walked towards it, “Tommy, how many times have i to te- oh hi Ada.”

Ada pushed her and baby Karl straight past you, “get ready. It’s happening today, and I’ve got a point to make.”

“Bloody hell Ada. Some context.”

“Billy Kimber.”

“Funeral attire by the looks of it then.” You snorted, and Ada laughed, “yes, the point we are making.” following her into the bedroom.

“Understood,” you agreed, then making an effort to dress solely in black, just exactly how you would if it was their funeral. You and Ada had in fact been friends for a while, you were in Johns year at school and had gotten close to him therefor you were always at the Shelby household. No one expected that yourself and Mr Thomas Shelby would ever become anything, but circumstances change before the war. He promised the world to you in his letters. Always telling you that you both would be married and have children on his return, but deep down you knew that the war changed that outcome and his outlook on life in general.

You had barely gotten time to think before Ada had you storming up the road, in the distance up the empty street you could see a group of men. You and Ada split off as you reached them, both pushing through the men who you assumed were Billy Kimber’s.

“Ada,” Freddie seethed.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you woman doing,” Tommy shouted.

Ada continued to scream, rambling on about people having family’s at home. How they are all worried, and would be attending their funeral. But of course, Billy likes to mock, and made a fly away comment. You were stood at an angle to Billy’s men, so the gun that was in your hand was out of their sight, slightly tucked under your skirt.

Danny Wizz-bang had already lunged towards Billy on the back of his comment. Billy’s men shooting him dead, dropping to the ground instantly. Guns were now raised on both ends, Ada shouting for them to lower them, while Billy moved forward shooting into Tommy’s direction, managing to shoot him in the left shoulder.

Your eyes shot red, without the slightest hesitation, lifted the gun from your stockings, turning and shooting him straight in the head. You got there before anyone else did. The silence was loud as Tommy’s men couldn’t quite get their head around you, the nicest woman they had met, you had just shot someone dead without hesitation.

Billy’s men instantly raised their weapons in your direction, but didn’t shoot, “Tommy and Billy fought fairly. He didn’t win, end of story. Now fuck off” you ordered, turning and marching through the peaky lot before disappearing into the Shelby household.

Not even a few minutes later, the group followed and pulled in a wounded tommy. You didn’t even bat an eyelid, used to this shit, it was his shoulder. He would survive. But it still wasn’t nice seeing him in pain.

You sat in silence, while Jeremiah Jesus worked on trying to get the bullet out of Tommy’s pierced skin, downing whiskey after whiskey. No one seemed to talk to you, instead looked at you with worry. Their outlook on you had changed within the space of 20 minutes.

Tommy was now up, the bullet was now out of his skin and we were then all pushed into the room where Danny Wizz-bang’s body lay before us. You had rarely seen a dead body, infact everyone seemed to shield you from the violence but not today. You stood to the right of Tommy, it didn’t bother you in the slightest. He kept giving you an eye, full of concern, unsure how you were going to act.

You zoned out when Tommy spoke, you had never really spoke to Danny before. So this wasn’t much of a deal to you personally, you were awakened from your thoughts when Tommy was shoving a bottle infront if you, “Danny Wizz-bang,” you spoke, raising the bottle then downing a bit before passing it on to John for him to do the same. It went round the group that surrounded the table, before it got back to Tommy.

The place was lively, full of people drinking, and talking of heading to the Garrison. You couldn’t be arsed, sick of the sight of Tommy looking over at you constantly.

“Why do you keep looking at me?,” you spat. Having enough of him.

“You just killed an enemy of mine without even blinking an eyelid.”

“You all seem to think I’m so nice, eh. Not the right woman for Tommy, eh. Well I’m done being fucking nice.” The pause was loud, as you walked to the door, “and may I add, that did not bother me in the slightest. You all have just shielded me so much you didn’t know how much I could handle.” Slamming the door behind you, turning up to go back to your house.

“You’ve got to give her a chance Tommy. She’s tougher than you think.” Ada advised her older brother. Tommy nodding in response, knowing he was starting to realise what he really had.

You were in your house not only five minutes before he burst the door open, finding you sipping a whiskey on your couch, “I’m not going to keep doing this tommy. This is the second time in two months.”

He had done this before, and like you, couldn’t stay away. He couldn’t bare to walk past you in the street, perhaps you being with another man. It would tip him over the edge that he was already so very close to.

“We’re not going to keep doing it. I’ll give credit where it’s due.” He started to come closer to you, taking your hands in his, pulling you up to him, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

He took your hand placing it at the back of his neck, twisting his hair in between your fingers. You pulled him into you, pressing a kiss onto his lips. He pulled you in closer, hands holding your waist.

“I love you Tommy. When will you fucking realise that.” You whispered to him, your forehead touching his. He smiled, “I love you.”

He pulled your face into his, his fingers intertwined in your h/c hair. Their tongues intertwined with each other’s, as the kiss deepened. You started to unbuckle his trousers, dropping them revealing his already hard length. You pulled back from the kiss and dropped to your knees, not breaking eye contact as you took his erected length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. He let out a soft moan, carfullly moving your hair out of your face. You started to suck on it, bobbing your head up and down, satisfying him, as he threw his head back in pleasure.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he just longed to fuck you hard. He pulled you off your knees, taking your hand into his as he pulled you into the bedroom, pushing you back on the bed as he lifted up your dress over your head. He traced his fingers over your thigh, placing soft kisses as he went reaching your pussy he pulled down your black lace thongs off, you flicked them off your legs. He placed two fingers in between your slit, running up and down slowly, “wet eh?” Pushing his finger into you, slowly going in and out,

“Tommy.” You breathed. He smiled before pushing a second finger and going a more steady pace, pulling them out and sticking his thick shaft into you, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You started to arch your back, gripping at his hands, and he started to increase his pace, beginning to thrust at a rapid pace.

You pulled back, and pushed him back onto the bed, sitting on top of his erect penis, slowly bouncing on the tip, every few bounces pushing it all the way in. He threw his head back, mouth just ever so slightly open, “y/n” he stuttered.

You instantly started to ride him, his body almost non existent, starting to twitch at how close he was becoming. “Make me cum,” he edged you on, “please.”

You give him a smirk, before increasing the pace, he gripped your thighs, rocking you as you took the lead. Bouncing on his cock, was making you very close, bouncing as you both came to the high, falling into his bare chest, both of you breathing heavily attempting to recover from the love that you both had made.

-

Following the weeks of the murder of Billy Kimber, you noticed a drastic change in how people treated you. People would always still mutter a hello, however would step out of your way, and you were close to being feared just about as much as Tommy himself.

You were walking Into the shop, placing your coat down as you went to make a cup of tea before starting the day. You noticed Polly staring at you, “what are you looking at pol?” You laughed slightly, turning to face her, cup of tea in hand.

“Come here,” she motioned towards you, cupping your left boob into her hand. You furrowed your brows, wondering what the fuck she was doing, “your pregnant. It’s a boy.”

You were in total disbelief, you stumbled back into a chair closest to you, “fuck sake.”

“Tommy’s?” She asked, and you gave her a look of disgust, “yes obviously it’s Tommy’s.”

“For fuck sake”, you moaned, just as Tommy himself walked into the shop. Placing a kiss on your cheek as he walked past into his office, you rolled your eyes at pol who raised her eyes brows in response. Sighing following him into the office, “morning.”

You sighed, “got something to tell ya.” He placed the bit of paper that was in his hands down, turning his full attention onto you. “eh, I’m pregnant”

His eyes went wide, “are ye really?” He smiled, quickly getting up and making his way over to you, taking your hands into his.

“Boy.” You could barely string a sentence together, you knew he would be happy but with how rocky everything was recently you were slightly unsure.

“Boy eh? Someone coming for my crown.” He repeated, “this is great news, now go home. No woman of mine will be working here while carrying my child”, he ordered.

He placed a kiss onto your lips, soft, sweet, “I love you so much, you have no idea,” he muttered to you.

“I love you too, and baby boy,”

“And baby boy,” he repeated, a wide smile spread across his face.

[fweasleyswhore]

Kinkmas Day 2:

Exhibition, Degradation, Praise and Daddy Kink

Let Them Hear - Fred Weasley

a lil gamer au fred fic for you !

a/n: this was discussed heavily with my friend @ilove-cedricdiggory and i had to bring it to life for them

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Modern AU /Gamer AU. Reader wants attention while her boyfriend is gaming, and he gives it to her, with his friends still on call.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, daddy kink (p mild honestly), exhibition, degredation, pet names, oral and fingering (female reciving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids!)

“Freddie?” Poking my head through the bedroom door I saw him sat at the end of the bed. His long nimble fingers were dancing around his gaming controller, something he had been doing for the better part of the day now. Without looking at me he pulled one side of his headphones off, revealing his ear. Pushing the mic down away from his face he looked at me from the corner of his eye.

“Hey baby, what’s up.” His fingers still danced across the controller as he asked, his eyes flickering over the screen that danced with bright colors as he played.

I moved into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me I slowly padded over to him. I played with the hem of my shirt, his shirt, and sat down next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Need you.”

He let out a hearty chuckle, pulling the other side of his headphones off so they rest around his neck. “Is that so, you need me?” I simply nodded, pushing my bare legs together seeking for friction. The action did not go unnoticed by Fred who smirked in response.

“I promised them we woud play,” he spoke gesturing to his headphones. I could hear the distant voices of his friends, making out Oliver and Draco saying something about meeting somewhere in the game. I let out a short huff, looking at him with my best innocent face, batting my eyelashes up at him. He laughed again, leaning forward I rested my forehead against his shoulder about to admit defeat. “Awe baby, you got it bad?”

“Yes! I tried to tell you before you got on your game and that was two hours ago!” I whined.

“Tell him what?” I heard a voice ask from the headset.

My face flushed at the sudden realization that during my small outburst I had forgotten we were in the presence of other people. Fred laughed at my reaction and pulled the mic back towards his mouth.

“Y/N is feeling a bit, needy, right now.” Fred said smug as ever. I flushed even harder, smacking his arm lightly.

“Fred!” I scolded in a light tone.

“Go on and help her then Freddie,” I heard George say, recognizing his voice.

“We don’t mind, a new match is about to start anyway, just don’t join.” Draco said.

“You guys are alright with that?” Fred asked?

“Yeah, you will be done before this match is over, we all know you last less than two minutes.” Ron snorted. Howls of laughter could be heard over the headset and I watched as Fred’s smile transformed into a scowl. I brought my arm up squeezing his bicep lightly and offering a shy smile. The cold look in his eyes gave me shivers as he looked over to me.

He pulled the headset off, tossing his controller to the side. Instead of following suit with the headphones he pulled them over my head so one encased one ear and the other was left free.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he messed with the mic so it was situated next to my mouth. My words were met with with cheers and short ‘hello’s from the boys on the headset but I ignored it watching Fred’s movements and he turned off the TV.

He leaned into me, his lips barely brushing mine. “I’m going to show them how long I last, and how good I make you feel while doing it.” I felt heat rise to my cheeks and wetness pool between my legs. I nodded in response. “Words baby.”

“Please.” I begged, opening my legs. He smiled gratefully and dropped to his knees.

“Begging already L/N? Has he even touched you?” Draco asked. Before I could respond, Fred's fingers ghosted of my clothed folds, I bucked my hips as a gentle whine escaped my lips.

Tenderly he pushed my panties to the side. Licking a strip up my dripping pussy, he stopped at my clit, circling the nub gently. His movements driving me wild I cried out again.

“What’s he doing Y/N, what could possibly be making you sound like that so quickly?” Wood asked. I could hear the disbelief in his voice.

“He’s using his, his mouth.” I replied rather out of breath. I felt Fred smile against me and he changed pace, wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking lightly and drawing small circles on it with his tongue. It felt heavenly and I called out his name to let him know it. Tangling my fingers in his hair I pulled gently, he groaned, sending vibrations through me that had me bucking wildly into his mouth.

One of his hands found my hip, the other my thigh and he pushed me down keeping me in place as he continued to push me toward the edge. I let out a long whine as he stopped to lick another stripe up my folds, stopping to tease my entrance with his tongue. “Doing so well baby, being such a good girl for me.” Fred praised before diving back down.

“Don’t let him lie to you, Y/N, you’re slut. By the sounds of it you’re about to cum and it's barely been a minute.” George piped up, laughing through his words. I hated to admit it but it made me grow wetter, an involuntary moan left my lips as Fred continued his work.

“You like that, being told how much of a whore you are?” Ron asked, his voice was hoarse as he asked, sending shivers down my spine.

“Of course she does, listen to how much she started moaning, she's just a little slut, letting Fred use her.” Draco snarled.

I moaned out loudly letting my head fall back. My orgasm was fastly approaching and as long as Fred didn’t stop I was going to fall apart.

“Are you going to cum?” Wood asked.

“Gonna prove what a slut you really are?” Draco pushed. I moaned out again, Fred continued to lick at my clit, ravishing me. I lifted my head, looking at him with heavy eyes waiting for him to give me what I needed.

He made eye contact with me, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. I nodded feverishly letting out a small whine. He hummed against my clit, both answering me and tipping me over the edge. I came with a long moan, arching my back and fisting the sheets so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I tore through them with my nails.

“F-Fred!” I jolted as he continued attacking my clit. His grip on my hip and thigh grew tighter and he pulled me against his mouth, not slowing down. I shook as the overstimulation took over, my abdomen, I fell back on the bed, arching my back as high as it would allow, my muscles clenched and unclenched, my legs shook of their own accord. Fred removed his hand from my hip, his fingers trailing over my entrance.

“Listen to her begging like a whore, you hear this?” George muttered.

“Unbelievable, she's a blubbering mess, falling apart at his every move.” Ron muttered.

“Do you like being used Y/N?” One of them asked, I couldn’t distinguish who as Fred teased my entrance with his fingers.

Letting out a long languid moan to answer their question, I bucked into Fred’s touch. The shake from overstimulation began to fuel the pit in my stomach as it quickly returned. Fred pushed two fingers inside of me, taking no time to crook them upwards and hit that spot inside of me that had me seeing stars. His lips pulled harder on my clit as his fingers sent a sensual pase. Pushing into me slowly and pushing against me. I was shaking, my second orgasm seconds away.

“Please, I-I need to cum,” I panted. “Please Daddy, let me cum.” I screamed as Fred suddenly fastened his pace.

“Daddy? I didn’t know you were into that L/N.” Ron said.

Realizing my slip I pulled my head up scared to see Fred but when I met his eyes they were lust filled, pupils dilated so much they almost looked completely black.

“Are you going to cum for Daddy?” Wood taunted.

I whined, begging for permission to release that would eventually happen with permission or not.

Fred nipped my clit lightly, brushing his teeth over it while simultaneously burying his fingers deep within me. I bucked wildly against his grip, cumming for a second time in mere minutes. I felt my release squelch on his fingers as he slowed down his pace, slowly pulling his face away and his fingers following suit. I layed there, blissed out and twitching watching him stand over me, wiping my release off his chin on the back of his hand.

“You did so good baby, so good for Daddy.” I felt my cheeks warm up as he used the title.

“Such a slut, greedy one too, has he gotten any attention.” The words from Draco pulled me from my blissed out state and I looked down at Fred to see his dick straining painfully against his trousers.

“Freddie…” I made grabby hands toward the man, he smiled and leaned over me.

“Not my name.” He whispered against my lips, moving to make open mouthed kisses down my jaw and to my neck.

“D-Daddy?”

He hummed against the column of my neck and I could feel his smug smile forming. “Yes baby?”

“Fuck me.” I said softly, placing my hands on his shoulders, pulling his head back up to mine I brushed my lips against his gently. “Please.”

“Such a dirty mouth, think he’d have half the mind to punish you.” George said. By the half hearted chuckle that escaped Fred’s lips I knew he heard him too.

“Not tonight,” He whispered, bringing one hand down my side he pulled up my shirt, bunching it above my breasts. “But next time I won’t be so nice.” One hand roamed the now free expanse of my chest as the other propped him up. His hand gently pinched my nipple, eliciting a moan from my throat.

“That’s too bad, I would have loved to hear him spank you.” Oliver groaned. I moaned lightly at his words, the thought of him bending me over and punishing me made me grow impossibly wetter. I would not be surprised if there was a wet spot on the bed.

“Spread those pretty legs for me.” Fred said. I quickly obliged, pulling my knees up and to the side, opening myself up for him. “Such a pretty cunt, all spread and wet for me.”

“You’re really wet for Weaselbee Y/N?” Draco asked, followed by a ‘hey’ of offense from George and Ron.

“Mate she’s drenched.” Fred replied having heard him. I felt my face heat up, feeling self conscious being the center of attention and having all the boys discuss my sex. Out of instinct I began to pull my legs together to hide but Fred stopped me. Pushing my legs apart he leaned down, landing a gentle kiss to each of my hip bones. “You’re beautiful baby, don’t hide from me.”

I nodded shyly, relaxing in his grip I brought my hands down to release him. Pulling his cock out he let out a low hum as I stroked it lightly, beckoning him closer to me with each pump. Soon his hand found my wrist, prying me off of him he linked our fingers together, using his other hand to line himself up with my enterance.

Slowly he pushed in, bottoming out and grinding his pelvis into me. “Ah, yes, m-move please.” I begged as he rutted his hips in a circular motion.

He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, towering over me he held both my hands, pinning them above my head with his own. He set a relentless pace that had my stomach in knots in seconds. My legs felt like jelly as he bottomed out with each thrust.

“So good for me baby, taking my cock so well.” Fred growled in my ear. A broken moan left my lips in response.

“Thank you Daddy,” I cried out. I felt my eyes become glassy with pleasure and he leaned down placing gentle kisses on my cheekbones urging the tears to not fall.

“You’re such a little slut letting him use you like that.” Draco breathed into his mic.

“Such a whore spread open for him.” Wood added. I moaned, tightening my walls around him causing Fred to hit that spot inside of me perfectly.

“I’m going to- please Daddy,” I didn’t finish my sentence. It fell into a broken moan as Fred pounded into me with intent.

“Gonna cum Y/N?” Ron asked.

“Gonna cum on his cock like a little whore?” George followed.

“Yes!” I cried. “Please!” I begged, a few tears fell down my face as I fought off my orgasm.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.” Fred moaned in my ear. I let go of all of my pride as I cried out broken thank you’s.

“Daddy, yes, yes, thank you.” My back arched off the bed, feeling my nipples brush against his chest. His hips began to falter and soon he pushed himself in me completely, cumming inside of me with reckless abandon. He pushed his already flush hips into me a few more time, driving his cum deep inside of me.

“Dirty whore did you like that, moaning for us, putting on a little show?” Draco asked.

“Yes.” I answered breathlessly. Fred tenderly pulled out, collapsing ontop of my chest.

“Dirty girl,” Oliver tutted.

“A good girl.” Fred responded straight into the mic. I blushed at his words.

“Can’t argue with that.” George said.

“Nope.” Ron agreed.

Fred pulled the headset off of me, I put up no fight, laying there with useless legs and ragged breaths.

“Don’t talk shit about my game, might I remind you none of you are in a serious relationship and I just made my girl cum three times.” Fred said into the mic. I heard arguing over the headset but it was soon diminished to nothing as Fred left the call laughing to himself.

He turned to me standing at the foot of the bed, running a single finger up my shaking legs. “You did so good baby, I didn’t know you had that in you.” He said a goofy grin adorning his beautiful features.

“I could say the same for you, Daddy.” I arched my back as I spoke, driving my chest into the air. I watched his eyes grow dark again, and I bet his dick was twitching watching me.

“If you want to walk at all this week I suggest you stop while you're ahead.”

“Make me.”

[cursestothemoon]

🗼 with Fred and George. That’s it. That’s the blurb.

Hello lovely could I request a weasley twins x reader poly relationship if you’re comfortable with it.

I combined these two requests :)

Two to Tame the Brat

F.W. X FEM!READER X G.W.

POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP

NO INCEST

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

Warnings: NSFW, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, dom!George, dom!Fred, sub!reader, spanking, brat taming kinda, biting, slapping, degradation and praise, UNEDITED (i need to stick to my brand ya know✋🏻)

You felt your cheeks grow red at the intense stares of the two boys before you. Of all the things that could’ve happened in your seventh year at Hogwarts, standing naked in front of your two boyfriends while they discussed how to properly tame the brat out of you was not one of them. You had started off dating Fred, a couple months after your one year anniversary he had come to you with the idea of bringing in someone else to the relationship, George. The transition from just Fred to both Fred and George was smooth, until the latter found out about just how much Fred let you get away with. 

“Are we gonna do anything or not?” You whined.

Usually Fred would give in if you whined enough, he had little patience and a lot of horniness so you got away with being a brat often- he’d always give in to you eventually. 

A harsh smack landed on your cheek making you gasp.

“You speak when you’re spoken to.”

George was a different story...

After seeing how much of a brat you were with Fred, he knew a taming was necessary. George wasn’t one to take your games, and he had convinced Fred that you needed to have some rules set and punishments received. To your annoyance, Fred was completely on board with the idea and he insisted George show him how to be tougher on you.

You glared at George, but you couldn’t deny the way his stern dominance had your cunt aching. 

Fred smirked from his seat on the edge of his four poster bed. Both of them were still clothed- George insisted you shed your clothes first- but you were itching to get them undressed. 

George turned to his brother, “Now you can’t just let her get away with that behavior. Kitten needs learn what her mouth is good for.”

The twins seemed to be able to communicate without the use of words, this scenario was no different. Fred’s smirk grew as he looked over you with lustful eyes. 

“Over here, love, and on your knees.”

You thought of disobeying him for a moment and George seemed to read your mind, “I believe Freddie told you to do something...”

“M’going.”

George gave your ass a quick smack as you made your way over to Fred, getting on your knees once you reached him. You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him unbuckle his belt and take off his pants. 

“You little brat, what are we supposed to do everything for you?” George scolded, coming up behind you and pulling your head back with a firm grip on your hair. 

George continued his teasing as you felt Fred part to run a few fingers up and down the lines of your strained throat, “Open your mouth for Freddie.”

You did as you were told, eager to feel the weight of Fred’s thick cock on your tongue. Instead, you felt the firm grip of Fred’s hand on your jaw pulling you forward so he could spit into your open mouth. 

Desperate for any part of either of them, you were happy to slow his spit- the taste entirely unique to Fred made you sigh in content. 

“Get on with it, kitten.” George said, hand moving to pet the top of your head lovingly. 

You worked fast to unbuckle Fred’s belt and unzip his trousers, pulling out his semi hard cock you could feel your mouth watering at the sight. Without pause, you took his tip into your mouth, sucking harshly as you tongue swirled around him to the best of your ability. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly moving along its length making him let out a shaky breath before tipping his head back. 

Fred put a hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you further down his prick. Your eyes watered as you felt him poking at the back of your throat, focusing on breathing through your nose, you adjusted before starting to bob your head with hollowed cheeks. Fred’s hand on the back of your head sped up your pace making you gag around him.

The sound of George’s belt hitting the floor made your thighs clench, you hoped to relieve some of the pressure building up in your core. 

“Do that again and you’ll get punished.” George warned, his footsteps getting closer and closer. 

Suddenly, Fred pulled you off of himself and stood up, his cock now painfully hard and leaking precum as he started undressing himself. You were pulled to your feet by George who started placing kissing along your collarbone and shoulder. 

“See, wasn’t so hard to be a good girl.”

You nodded, “Wanna be your good girl.”

George chuckled, running his thumb across your bottom lip before trailing it down to your chin, “On the bed.”

Doing as you were told, you got on the bed with your knees apart and ready for whatever George wanted to do. He walked over to your pussy on full display and pushed you further up on the bed to make room for himself in between your legs. 

“Good girls get rewards.” George smirked up at you from in between your legs before he dipped his head down and started to lick broad stripes up from your entrance to your clit- agonizingly slow. 

He lifted his head briefly to speak, “You cum when you are allowed.”

At that, he dove back into your aching cunt with no respite. He was vigorously lapping at your cunt and giving a few harsh sucks at your clit sporadically, making you cry out each time. 

Fred situated himself next to you with his mouth attached to your tit, biting and sucking on your pert nipples adding more pleasure coursing through your body. 

“Such a good girl, f’me.” Fred muttered, kissing any skin he could reach. 

Your eyes rolled back and fluttered closed at the mix of sensations. Needing to ground yourself and give yourself something to do, you reached for Fred’s cock and started pumping his shaft. Fred let out a growl like sound at the feeling of your hand on his sensitive dick before attaching his lips back to your pebbled nipple. 

In all honesty, as Fred harshly tugged your nipple between his teeth and George’s tongue circled around your clit while two of his fingers pumped in and out of you with languid thrusts you were close to orgasm and George’s rule of cumming only when allowed seemed to slip your mind.

George was quick to pull away from you as you came, an open palm smack coming down onto your swollen clit making you let out a choked sob as your orgasm was ruined just as it hit you. 

Fred gave your breast a rough bite, leaving a mark on the sensitive skin before pulling away. 

“Tried to do something nice for our kitten, and she couldn’t fucking listen.” George sneered. 

“On your fucking hands and knees, slag just wants be used, just wants to be punished.” Fred joined his brother, both of their harsh words making your cunt ache with need as you got into the position Fred wanted. 

George gave a sarcastic laugh, “Slag’s practically dripping, look at the Freddie. She needs her punishments, loves ‘em.”

“Good,” Fred grunted as he seated himself by your raised ass, hand gently running across the round globes. “Because she’s about to get spankings for making me look like a liar, I said you were a good girl and you made me out to be a bloody liar.”

A loud smack sounded in the room, your body jolting forward with the sheer force of Fred’s first spank. George moved to lay in front of you, legs spread and elbows holding himself up as you took his cock into your mouth. With each spank you took George’s prick further into your mouth, loud gags sounding from your throat. 

After about fifteen lashes you felt Fred stand up from the mattress, hand running across the red skin before he trailed his fingers over to your sopping cunt. He ran his fingers up your slit, collecting your juices and using the slick from your pussy to lubricate his cock. 

Fred gave himself a couple of tugs before lining himself up at your entrance, pushing his tip in slowly before thrusting into your aching pussy roughly. The hard thrusts made you moan around George, sending vibrations up his shaft and making him groan. 

You could feel your orgasm begging to be allowed to wash over you, and you knew better than to make your past mistake again. Deep throating George’s cock and swallowing around him had his warm load coating the back of your throat and your tongue. Swallowing his cum and sucking him off through his orgasm, you waited until he pulled you off of his prick to start begging.

“Wanna cum, plea-please, wanna cum.” You cried, forehead falling onto George’s balmy thigh. 

The boys spoke at the same time, “Cum.”

Your walls clenched around Fred’s cock as you came, pulling his release from him. He continued with slow, deep, thrusts to ride out both of your highs for as long as possible. 

Eventually, Fred pulled out of your cunt making your collapse onto George who was more than happy to pull you into his chest and place a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. Fred went to retrieve a warm wash cloth to clean you up, he came back and carefully wiped up the mess around your thighs and center. After getting cleaned up, George shuffled around to get you tucked into Fred’s bed before getting comfortable himself. Fred joined you two in the bed, sandwiching you in between him and his brother. 

The room was silent until you heard a loud smack then a fake gag.

“I was holding your hand this entire time?” 

“I thought that was Y/n!”

“Maybe if you quit hogging our girlfriend...”

“Don’t make me kick you out of my bed.”

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[quirkysubject]

Freddie was a True Queen

Gripped by the rush of the stage, Freddie Mercury was unstoppable. But in private, the Queen singer was by no means as wild as assumed. The travesty artist Peter Ambacher remembers their times together in Munich.

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Not only the music, but also the images have been burned into our memories for eternity. After all, there are plenty of bizarre videos and live recordings of Freddie Mercury showing the singer of the British rock band Queen in action, the bird of paradise with the striking moustache lasciviously strutting across the stage in skin-tight costumes, twirling the microphone stand around his mostly naked upper body and raising his right fist to the sky with every chorus. Whether at London's Wembley Stadium or the Grugahalle in Essen: The singer with the melodious and dramatic voice spanning three and a half octaves captivated every audience. In the frenzy of the stage, he could never keep still - and swept everyone off their feet.

Away from the limelight, however, Zanzibar-born Farrokh Bulsara was by no means always as flamboyant and wild as he is now being portrayed again by many media in view of the 20th anniversary of his death. "He could really party," his long-time friend Peter Ambacher remembers of their times together. "But actually, Freddie was rather a quiet and sensitive fellow, reserved and shy, funny and charming."

Ambacher was one of Mercury's regular friends in the 1980s in Munich, the Queen frontman's adopted home for many years. The now 62-year-old travesty artist (who had his stage name "Miss Piggy" approved by "Muppet" show creator Jim Henson - and also has it on his ID card) remembers exactly the day he first met Mercury in a gay bar in Blumenstraße. "I was working as a bartender at the 'Frisco' at the time. He was so unassuming that we all didn't recognise him at first."

At the time, the band is recording their new album "Hot Space" in the Munich "Musicland Studios" of star producer Giorgio Moroder. Mercury is accompanied by his assistant Peter "Phoebe" Freestone ("What a womanish bloke that was!")* and stays until curfew. "To our great surprise, he invited us all to his boarding house in Stollbergstraße afterwards, where we watched videos," says Ambacher. "He had no airs and graces at all. On the contrary, he was totally friendly and open-hearted."

From then on, the Queen singer came to the "Frisco" almost every night. "He loved our crazy travesty shows," says Ambacher, adding with a laugh: "They were pretty crazy, after all, back then everyone of us who was in women's clothes had a full beard or a moustache in his face." The world star was unreservedly accepted by the Munich gay scene, he said. "He was never harassed. He always stood in the passageway between the bar and the dance floor and watched the hustle and bustle. Sometimes he bought a round of drinks for the entire bar."

While the British tabloid press follows him at every turn in London, Mercury can lead a normal life in Munich. "Here he could be what he wanted to be. No one was hanging onto his trousers. In Munich he could immerse himself, walk around the city undetected, visit relevant saunas at night without the press ever knowing. He liked that a lot."

The singer bought a flat on Holzplatz and found not only a new home and a new favourite dish (roast pork with dumplings) in Munich, but also the love of his life: Winfried Kirchberger. "His great love was Winnie," Ambacher says. The Queen singer threw roses through the window of the landlord of the "Sebastianseck", put a limousine in front of his pub door and gave him a flat in Pestalozzistrasse. "They were together for a long time," stresses the 62-year-old, immediately brushing aside the rumour that the Austrian Barbara Valentin was Mercury's great love. "Freddie wasn't a het, he was gay. Valentin was his bosom friend, his companion. Nothing more."

"Thank you for big tits and misconduct". Ambacher can still smile about Mercury's dedication, which he immortalised for Valentin in the appendix of his 1985 solo album "Mr. Bad Guy". But all in all, even in retrospect, he finds it difficult to accept the blonde actress as part of Mercury's Munich life. "Barbara monopolised his time and took advantage of him. In the end, he always came to us at the 'Frisco' in secret. And when she was standing in front of the door at the entrance, he disappeared through the back exit."

Lewd video of legendary birthday party.

The "crazy and boisterous time" (Ambacher) comes to a dazzling climax on Mercury's 39th birthday. "He just didn't want to celebrate the round number, so he let it all out a year earlier." On 5 September 1985, Mercury invites around 300 guests to "Old Miss Henderson" and has his bandmates Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon as well as Bonnie Tyler fly in from London. The pub in Müllerstraße is decorated in black and white like a chequerboard. "Everyone had to come dressed up. It was a gigantic party. We drank Roederer Cristal champagne until the stuff came out of our ears again."

Everyone can see the orgiastic celebration for themselves. Several cameras captured the hustle and bustle for the music video for "Living On My Own". Two days later, but still hung-over, additional, chaster footage is shot. Nevertheless, the English TV station BBC refuses to broadcast the video for years.

Ambacher also looks back fondly on a much more intimate celebration. "Once Freddie invited us to Winnie's place 'Sebastianseck', his thirty-five best Munich friends. Because we wanted to surprise him with a little show, we weren't on time. That visibly annoyed him, because it was important to him that everyone was there. When three of us suddenly appeared dressed up in drag, he was really happy. That was exactly his thing, his big dream: to be on stage in drag. We partied and danced the whole night through. "The memory of that night makes Ambacher beam. "It was a wild and crazy time," the 62-year-old repeats with a laugh, before turning unexpectedly serious. "But of the thirty-five people from Winnie's back then, only two are still alive. One of them is me." He doesn't say any more at this moment. And he doesn't need to.

"I want to remember him the way I experienced him".

The Munich resident can't or won't remember the exact date of the celebration then either. "That must also have been around 1984 or 1985." Two years later, Freddie Mercury tested positive for HIV. Until the end, only his closest circle of friends knew about it. Even his parents aren't in the know. "He didn't want to upset us," recalls his mother Jer Bulsara. He sings his last songs, which are released posthumously four years after his death on "Made In Heaven", sitting in a wheelchair.

On 23 November 1991, Mercury publicly announces his immunodeficiency disease. His fans around the world are in shock. But there is hardly any time to come to terms with the news. Less than 24 hours after his outing, he dies in the presence of his partner at the time, Jim Hutton. "Freddie Mercury passed away peacefully this evening at his home at 1 Logan Place, in Kensington, London. His death was the result of pneumonia brought on by AIDS," his spokesman explained. Freddie Mercury is only 45 years old.

Ambacher learns the sad news from a friend in London, three hours after Mercury's death. "I didn't want to go to his funeral. I want to remember him the way I experienced him." As well as various private concerts, an invitation to a London show at Wembley Stadium immediately springs to mind. "An unforgettable evening. That energy with which Freddie raged across the stage. Pure madness." But first and foremost, Ambacher remembers "the video nights at his house". "I was a nobody and he was an absolute world star who accepted me on the very first night, treated me like a long-time buddy. I will never forget that about him."

(* The untranslatable original is: „Das war vielleicht ein weiberhaftes Mannsbild!“)

- x Der Focus, November 2011. My translation.

[theweasleysredhair]

Baby Love [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1693

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Summary: Looking after Teddy Lupin makes Fred decide he wants a baby of his own with you.

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“Never seen him so content,” you hummed to Hermione, a smile playing at your lips as you nodded over to Fred, who was sitting on a nearby couch in the living room of the Burrow, where everyone had gathered for Christmas - the second one since the Battle of Hogwarts - holding a tiny toddler, who was giggling at Fred’s attempts to make him laugh, hair turning a bright blue as he threw his arms into the air.

Hermione laughed, “He’s always loved Teddy.” “He reminds him of Lupin I reckon,” you replied, not having to mention the reason why, considering the small boy looked just like him. Fred, you knew, felt indebted to Lupin, since he was the one to bring George back to the Burrow when he lost his ear - kept him safe after the incident, travelling back quickly to save him. You knew that was one of the reasons Fred offered to look after Teddy so often - that and the fact that the baby adored him.

“Are you not thinking about children yet?” Hermione asked you, breaking you from your thoughts, “I’d have thought with the way he can never keep his hands off you that you’d be pregnant by now.”

You let out a laugh, knowing she wasn’t exactly wrong - Fred always had at least an arm around you or a hand on your waist, always pulling you into his lap and kissing you when he got the chance. And he’d only gotten worse since you were married a few months ago, thoroughly enjoying the new house you’d moved into after the wedding and all the privacy it gave you both - George had learnt to knock on the door when he arrived rather than apparating in immediately, after finding you both in a rather compromising position on the kitchen counter one time.

“Well, I mean obviously we’d love to have a baby... it’s just, well we both got hurt pretty badly in the battle and each had to deal with nearly dying,” you spoke, earning a sympathetic look as thoughts of the battle crossed both your minds.

Fred had nearly been hit by a wall falling in an explosion - he had been knocked unconscious and the moment you saw him laying on the floor of the Great Hall, you’d assumed the worst, until Molly had assured you with a watery nod that he was okay. Then when the battle recommenced, you’d had your leg crushed by falling debris, not being able to dodge spells fast enough, meaning you were nearly hit with the killing curse, had George not have pulled you out of the way in time.

The battle overall took its toll on you both, causing flashbacks and nightmares for the first year or so, only just beginning to ease when you and Fred decided to get married a couple of months back, wanting to make things official after years of dating.

“We just haven’t had the time to plan for a baby. Plus, we’re still really young,” you continued, shrugging your shoulders a little before turning your gaze to Fred, who was preoccupied by baby Teddy, pulling faces at him and playing peek-a-boo, not being able to help the smile that graced your lips, “But maybe having a baby would be a good thing.”

“He’d be a great dad,” Hermione grinned, seeing the way your eyes lit up as you watched your husband cradling the toddler in his arms, even as Teddy decided to grab a hold of Fred’s ginger locks, pulling at them happily.

“The best,” you nodded with a content smile. You excused yourself from Hermione as you saw Teddy reaching out in your direction, stuttering out what you assumed was his attempt at saying your name, clambering over Fred’s lap to get to you.

“I’m here baba, I’m right here,” you cooed, scooping the now-sandy haired toddler up into your arms and giving him a hug, his little chubby arms wrapping around you as best they could. You marvelled at how much he resembled Remus, the same tiny smile on his face.

“Be careful, he likes hair now apparently,” Fred grumbled, rubbing a patch on his head that you assumed Teddy had yanked. You laughed as you sat beside him, nudging his side a little with a wink, “I thought you liked having your hair pulled.”

“I do, but only when it’s you that does it, not when a baby does it with the intention of making me bald,” Fred replied, but despite himself he was smiling at Teddy, who had curled up in your lap and was babbling nonsense to you both.

You glanced up, noticing a presence watching you, finding Molly stood in the doorway to the kitchen, holding a spatula and practically cooing at the sight of her son and his wife looking after a baby.

“Oh you remind me of me and Arthur when we had our Bill,” she gushed, waving the spatula in your direction. You smiled at her warmly and shifted the toddler a little, Fred holding his tiny hand in his much larger one.

“I’m assuming Bill was a lot calmer than the rest of them, eh Molly,” you laughed, watching as she nodded immediately, nearly sighing as she thought back to her other children.

“Indeed. Charlie was a nightmare, always finding creatures from the garden and claiming them as his pets - once found a Doxy in his room that he’d been keeping from me, if you can believe it! An absolute pest, had to get rid of it as soon as I could. Percy was a good child, very smart. Almost as good as Bill. And then came you two,” she pointed the spatula at Fred who mocked innocence and pointed to himself in shock, “Who were nightmares. Then there was Ron and Ginny, but they were almost easy compared to the twins.”

Fred grinned smugly, “We enjoy keeping you on your toes, mother dearest, what can we say.”

Molly hummed disapprovingly at him, “I can’t wait until you both have a baby - for your sake, Y/n, dear, I hope they’re like Bill. For your sake, Fred, I hope they’re like you were, an absolute terror.”

Fred’s jaw dropped comically, absent-mindedly taking Teddy from you as he crawled on his lap, jogging him up and down on his knee, “Terror? Me? As if. I’m the light of your life. Besides, it’s awfully forward of you to think we’re having a child, Mum.”

“Oh look at you both with him,” Molly gestured pointedly at the toddler, who was happily playing with Fred’s jumper, “You’re parents already, you just need a baby of your own.”

With that, she turned to head back into the kitchen, as Fred turned to you, wiggling his eyebrows, “What d’ya reckon, eh love? Want a baby with me?”

“Already picked the names,” you joked, taking Teddy back from him and lifting him up in the air, making him squeal in delight, waving his little fists around.

Fred grinned, then found himself watching the way you were holding Teddy, the way you were cradling him so gently, making him smile and laugh. He bit his lip, imagining what it would be like with his own baby - one with his ginger hair, his nose, and your eyes and lips. One that was half him and half you.

All through the rest of the gathering, all through playing games with his family, talking about how Bill and Fleur were expecting their baby in April, and how Hermione was doing working in the Ministry, all he was thinking about was starting a family with you, watching as you cared for Teddy, to give Harry and Ginny and few hours alone before they took him back for the evening.

And as he sat, arm slung around your shoulder, Teddy now asleep across both of your laps, he decided he wanted his own baby with you.

Later that night, after you’d returned Teddy to his godfather, you and Fred retreated back to the room you were staying in in the Burrow. You lay on the bed, watching your husband move around the room, seemingly deep in his own mind as you watched him bump into the corner of the cabinet twice, and nearly trip over the rug, before you spoke, “What’s on your mind, Freddie?”

He paused in place, having removed his trousers and instead stood in a shirt and his boxers, “Just thinking about Teddy... and you... and how good you are with him.”

“You’re pretty good with him too, you know, he loves you. Kept asking for his ‘Unca Fwed’ when I gave him back to Harry,” you laughed a little, shaking your head.

Fred grinned, “He’s pretty cute, huh? Been wondering what it’d be like to have him around all the time. Except not him, but a different baby. Our baby, to be precise.”

“You want a baby?”

Fred nodded, almost shyly as he pulled his shirt off and threw it over to you, you swapping the shirt you were wearing for his, happily breathing in the smell of him clinging to the fabric.

You smiled at him, holding your arms out to him as he crawled up the bed until his body hovered above yours, leaning on his forearms on either side of your head.

Wrapping arms around neck, you leaned up to brush your lips against his, “I’d love to have a baby with you, Freddie.”

He nudged his nose against yours, humming contently, “Yeah?” “Yeah,” you confirmed with a soft smile, kissing him gently, “Imagine, we could have one by next Christmas, or one on the way.”

“Maybe babies. Multiples run in the family, you know,” he murmured, moving to place kisses along your jawline and you felt him grin against your skin.

“I’m not having twins,” you deadpanned, shaking your head at him fondly as you scoffed out a laugh. Fred pulled back a little, still grinning back at you cheekily as he gently rocked his hips against yours, making your head fall back against the pillow,

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that, love.”

[draco-and-tom]

School Girl- George Weasley

✰ WARNINGS- unprotected sex, thigh riding, Dom!George, Nicknames, Skirt Kink, Marking Kink

You and George have been dating for 8 months now. It’s been almost a month since Fred and George left you alone at Hogwarts. They had asked you to come with, but you knew you wanted to graduate first. It’s not like you thought it would be easy, but you never thought it would be so hard to not see George. You went from seeing your boyfriend, and your best friend, to not seeing them at all for a month and it honestly hurt you more than you would ever admit. You got up from your bed and rubbed your eyes, walking over to your dresser. You pulled out your button shirt, tie, robes, and…..damnit. You had just worn your skirt yesterday, but it was too hot to wear your pants. You shrug and get out your skirt from last year, sure you had grown a little but it would be all right. You start changing and can't stop the grin that you get when you think about the trip to Hogsmeade. You finally got to see the twins and you were sure that there was nothing that could ruin the day for you. You walked over to the mirror and adjusted the skirt that was now around your waist. You knew you would be fine, it was only a few inches shorter, plus Hogwarts thankfully doesn't have much of a dress code.  You pull on your shoes and walk out of your room. Walking down the hall alone was honestly peaceful at Hogwarts. The sound of your steady breathing and the tap of your shoes always have a calming effect. You tend to wake up earlier so that you can get the good food from the great hall before it’s all gone. You enter the great hall and sit down beside your friend Alica. “Damn y/n nice skirt” she laughed “You trying to get laid?”

✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫Arriving in Hogsmeade✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫ “See you later” you shout to your friends as you walk away. They wanted you to come to The Three Broomsticks with them for a glass of butterbeer, but they knew how you are about George and didn’t bother after your first answer.  You lightly jog over to the joke shop about two stores away from you and run through the doorway, ringing the bell above it as you enter. “Welcome to Weasley’s-” George stopped talking when he lifted his head from the product he was gently setting on a display. “Y/N?! You didn't tell me it was a Hogsmeade weekend!” he said smiling, practically from ear to ear. God did he miss you. “Surprise!” you laughed and ran up to your boyfriend. You hugged him tightly before kissing him on the lips. “Woah there Y/N. I'm supposed to be greeting you not the other way around” he jokes and gives you a peck on the cheek. You roll your eyes and let go of him, taking off your school robes. As you turn around to set it on the chair George notices the difference in your skirt and goes a little stiff, trying not to be aroused by something as simple as a skirt. George knew he had a thing for skirts, and hated the fact that he did. That’s the only plus of not seeing you all the time, apparently you liked your little skirts. This time, however, it was different. That skirt was pretty short, not showing anything inappropriate, but showing him more of your thighs. Sometimes he wished he could fuck you in one of those pretty little skirts, but god this time he could barely force himself not to fuck you right there. “You okay?” you ask and look at him with concern once you notice George staring at your thighs and stand almost completely still which was reallyyy weird for a Weasley twin. George couldn’t stay still to save his life to be completely honest. George cleared his throat, looking you up and down. You blushed, you knew George got turned on by you sometimes but you’ve never done anything with him other than make out. “Yeah just….thinking,” he said and turned back to the display. “Hey Y/N? Can I show you something upstairs?” he asked, turning back to look at you. You nod and stand up, walking up the stairs with your boyfriend. “Oh hey Freddie!” you say as he passes you on your way up the stairs “Good to see you Y/L/N”. You smile and nod before reaching their flat. George gestures to his room and you oblige, walking inside. As soon as you pass the threshold he slams the door shut and pushes you against it. George’s arms were on either side of your head, making it practically impossible to move, even though you had no intention of doing so. You let out a small whimper from all of the sudden movement. He ignores your sounds and gets closer to your face “Why the hell are you wearing that fucking skirt” he asks, lips barely touching yours. You felt your legs buckle slightly beneath you at his words. You didn’t think the skirt would have that much on an impact, but it’s not like you were complaining. George’s left-hand moves to your hip, helping you stand back up straight. “Answer me!” he said making you bite your lip. You didn't want to disobey, but you didn't feel like you could speak. He’s never been this forward on sexual stuff and it was making the pool between your legs grow by the second. “Fine” he responds to your silence, almost whispering “I’ll just have to ask nicer”. George moves his face over to your ear and whispers “Why did you wear that skirt darling?” he moves one of his hands to play with the end of it, fingers lightly grazing your thigh. “Because all I want to do right now-” he paused to nip your ear lobe “ is fuck you in your tight little hole”. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a whimper for him to hear. “My other skirt was dirty” you explained, trying your best to focus despite your arousal. You opened your eyes to see George roll his eyes “And?!” He whisper-yelled “I’ve been around Hogwarts long enough to know that they allow pants kitten” he started to gently nip at your neck, sadly too light to leave any marks. “It’s too hot” you squirm under his touch. You could feel the ginger smile against your skin. “Want more huh?” he asked, noticing your reaction to his teasing. You moaned out and nodded. You didn’t know why you were being so honest, you don't normally give in to stuff this easily, but you couldn’t help it. George groaned at your response and started sucking harshly on your neck. You reached out and grabbed his upper arm, needing something to squeeze. Once the realization came over you that everyone was going to know what George was doing to you, you became more aroused and it was almost painful not to moan with every new mark he made on you. He pulled back and admired his work “hmm” he hummed and nodded “look how weak you are….I've barely even touched you”. He smirked “guess now I know my baby girl has a thing for marks” he paused and made a face of consideration before speaking “or maybe she just knows that now everyone knows she’s mine” he whispered, leaning into your ear “tell me...do you want everyone to know how good I make you feel? Or do you just want to brag about whose cock you took like a good girl” you moaned and the boy observed in silence “oh. How silly of me, I forgot that it's both” he chuckled in a low voice. George honestly felt too turned on with the way you reacted to his words. You were practically begging him for more. “Need help with your situation love?” George asked and you nodded eagerly. He wrapped his hands around the back of your thigh to lift it, but when he touched you he felt the thin lines of liquid running down your thighs and moaned “Fuck. All this for me?” he asked, rubbing your thigh “only you.” you moaned out and he groaned. George continued to lift your thigh and put his knee between your legs. You looked down at noticed the obvious bulge in his pants. “But I want you” you whined and he nodded “I know. You better be glad I'm giving you anything at all” you whimpered in agreement as George pulled your white panties for you. “Who gave you permission to wear something so pure?” he chuckled “trying to play innocent?” he asked and brought his knee back up to your throbbing pussy. “You can help yourself now kitten,” he said and you quickly gave in. You started to grind your pussy against his clothed thigh, trying to get the perfect angle on your clit. “OH” you whined when George pushed you harder against the door, taking matters into his own hands. George gripped your hips tightly and rubbed his thigh perfectly against you. George was grunting “good girl. Keep whining, I love seeing you make such a pretty mess all over me.”  After a few seconds, you could feel the pressure in your stomach tighten and knew you were so close. You didn’t even need to tell George, he could tell be the broken whimpers and praises of his name. Suddenly you felt yourself cum and George helped you come down from your high. George pulls away from you and starts to take off his jumper and trousers. “I don't know if I ca-” he cuts you off “you’ll take my cock like a good girl kitten. You’ll cum as many times as I say”. You moaned as he walked over to you. George was completely naked by this point. George had your lip quivering with desire once you saw how hard he was, It looked smaller in his pants. He nipped down in your neck making more marks, “Finally get to fuck your pretty little hole in this damn skirt.” he growled out as he slid his cock through your folds before sliding in. You and George both struggle to fight back loud moans when he starts thrusting. His pace starts out average before he loses control and pounds into you deep and hard. George grabs your leg and pulls it over his shoulder “George” you moan loudly as every thrust hits all the right spots. “Close baby?” he asks panting and you nod “me too”. You could tell he was going to cum soon and it was obvious you would too. His thrusts became faster and more sloppy, and your walls were clenching around him before you knew it. George thrust a few more times before cumming deep inside of you. George pulled out of you and tried to catch his breath. “And I thought Quidditch gave me a workout….damn skirt”

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In His Dreams | F.W

WARNINGS // 1.1k // SMUT 18+, Male & Female Masturbation, Implied relationship/FWB, Oral (male receiving), Sex, Unprotected Sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), booty call??, late night antics.

A/N // Hi there is only one reason we have this smol thing and it’s @darthwheezely I hope y’all enjoy babies 🥺

In a house usually filled with laughter and noise, the solemn silence was enough to lull anyone into a false sense of calm. Concealed within the four walls of his bedroom Fred lay atop intricately woven sheets. 

He couldn’t shake the thought, couldn’t push the perfect silhouette from his mind, not when every time he shut his eyes, the only thing Fred Weasley could think of was pushing the pathetic skirt over your full hips to bend you over and grasp every inch of ass he could possibly muster.

“Fuck.” He whispered, palming himself through his trousers in an attempt to relieve some of the tension but to no avail, he pictured the way you had squat down earlier that day, picking up something from the lower shelf, wishing that you were on your knees to willingly submit to wrapping your perfect lips around him.

“That’s it, princess, open up.” He groaned, hand sinking underneath the waistband of his boxers. In his mind you were begging him, your melodic voice desperate for him. He thought of your tongue out, waiting patiently like the good girl he knew you were. When he finally got his semi-hard cock free, his hand slowly, almost teasingly began to stroke.

As his hand slid up and down his length, his mind painted a beautiful picture for him, his cock sliding effortlessly down your throat like it was the most natural thing for you. Like you were so accustomed to his size it was no longer a problem that he could make you gag. 

His thumb gently swirled over the sensitive tip of his cock, mimicking the kitten licks he pictured in his mind, practically shuddering at the sensation as his hips began to take over, bucking up desperately into his fist.

A different image now plagued his thoughts, your very own fingers dipping in and out of your cunt as you touched yourself before him, whimpering his name, eyes practically locked together. How the mind was so wonderful, the beautiful way it could fabricate something so real, something he so desperately craved, mumbling to himself as if he were talking to you, “So pretty the way you play with yourself for me, baby, all mine aren’t you?”

“Yes Freddie... all yours, baby.” Your eyes had squeezed shut before him, head thrown back as you tapped away at your clit, chasing the sweet bliss of release. It was just the words he craved, how he wanted you all to himself, possessively taking you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Fuck me, Freddie, take what’s yours.” That was all Fred needed, hand wrapping around himself a little tighter as he attempted his best to mimic the feeling of sliding himself inside you. In his mind, you were full to the brim, hardly able to take him, tight cunt squeezing around him as it greedily took all he gave.

“My favourite girl, nice and tight for me, doing so good.” He moaned, hips thrusting up into his hand as he writhed. His free hand gripped at the sheets beneath him, tugging roughly as pleasure coursed through every vein. Fred always was a vocal man, his deep booming voice chanting your name like a prayer as he relentlessly fucked his hand.

He was nearly there, the release just at the tip of his tongue as he began to shake. He was about to explode, fuck his full load deep into your cunt when he heard it, snapping away immediately when he noticed that his phone was buzzing on the bedside table. He didn’t even look at who was calling, his chest heaving as he brought the phone to his ear, mumbling a faint “yeah?”

“Fredi-Fred Is… is that you?” He heard your voice down the line, eyes widening as he sat bolt upright, quickly tucking himself away no matter how much the sensitive tip ached for release. It couldn’t have been, surely his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Fred, are you there?” You whispered again, confused at the lack of response down the line.

“Y-Yeah, I’m here… Y/N, fuck, It’s nearly midnight are you alright?” He asked, trying to mask the sound of his heaving breaths through a tone of worry.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Fred, I can’t sleep because all I can picture is having you bend me over your desk.” You admitted bashfully. It was awfully forward of you to be so blunt, but after what felt like years of shared glances and a few kisses here and there, you were damn near sure Fred Weasley was as enamoured with you as you were with him. That much was true.

The silence took over, Fred was too shocked for words, almost certain he was dreaming that he had forgotten to reply, you attempted to backpedal, rambling down the line, “I shouldn’t have said anything, Fred, I’m sorry I’ll just g-”

“No!” He spoke so abruptly, making you realise how dumbfounded he was, “God, all I want to do is bend you over my desk, fucking hell, I can’t get you off my bloody mind.”

He pondered for a moment, stewing on the words he had wanted to say for so long, building the courage to finally speak up. “How quick can you be here, bub? God I want you so bad.” 

He had hardly blinked and yet here you were, straddling his hips while his hands guided the way your bare cunt dragged over the outline of his clothed cock, his lips pressed against your jugular as your head was thrown back in pleasure.

This was the farthest thing from a dream, he had no need to picture when the perfect woman was putty in his hands, pliant for him and only him.

“Fuck me, Freddie, take what’s yours.” You whined. You truly were the woman of his dreams; everything Fred could ever want and more.

As he pulled his cock free, your lips tangled in a heated kiss, your hand coming down to help guide his sensitive tip to your aching pussy, teasing yourself with the head before slowly sinking down onto him, taking his ample cock inch by inch till you had pushed yourself full of him.

It was quick and desperate, the bed creaking under each rapid movement, your hips rocking back and forth against him while he thrust from beneath you, settling into a perfect rhythm that had the two of you gasping for air.

“Fill me up, Freddie, ‘mm gonna cum all over your big cock, you make me feel so good.” You babbled, lips ghosting over his jaw as you felt the sensations building.

He groaned darkly as he came, a protective hand gently soothing your back as he fucked you through the release, humming strings of praise as you whimpered, your own high falling over you. “Such a good girl, precious thing, did so good for me.”

“Fuck, Fred… I can’t believe we-” You commented breathlessly, his lips capturing yours quickly.

“It may be the first,” he mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as his eyes scanned over each and every dip and curve of your face, studying you like the work of art you were, “But I certainly hope it’s not the last, I can’t shake the thought of you from my mind, good lord, woman… you’re intoxicating.”

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