#perv!ron

[enzosbabyangel]

OKOK

perv!ron giving into the urge to relieve his boner while sitting at a table at the three broomsticks sounds so hot 😭 HEAR ME OUT. reader whos sitting across from him picks up on this and decides to tease him (and maybe pretends to drop a fork…?👀), while the others at the table are seemingly not paying attention.

ill leave it up to you to decide who theyre sitting with and if they get caught or not 🤭🙀

☆｡° Thinking ‘bout perv!Ron giving into his urges at dinner…

cw: 18+!, mdni, perv!Ron, reader is Harry’s sister, Public masturbation, Ron kind of did things the complicated way because i feel like perv!Ron would be kind of stupid, mentions of Ron watching seemingly unaware reader masturbate, panty stealing, panty sniffing, reader is also kind of pervy, Ron gets caught by Harry lmao

a/n: first time writing in foreverr since the past week has been so busy 💔💔 Hopefully a Draco ask next, then i get to work on my boys Fred and George again ! (hoping to get all asks finished soon !)

The Gryffindor quidditch team sat around at a table at three broomsticks. The sound of celebratory chatter echoing off the walls of the building. Gryffindor won against Slytherin in today’s quidditch game, so the team decided why not celebrate by going to the three broomsticks?

It wasn’t just the team, a couple friends sat around at the table too. One of those friends being Harry’s sister who was sat across from her brother’s best friend.

Your nails were freshly done. The colour sticking out against the silver of the fork in your hand as you twirled the utensil in your noodles. Your focus on your brother as he discussed with the others about whatever one of the Slytherins did during the game that ticked him off. You decided to wear a simple, black off the shoulder short dress.

The cleavage of your breasts was noticeable thanks to the low cut of the fabric- And boy was it distracting Ron, whom, by the way, was your brother’s best friend.

Ron knew it was wrong to look at his best friend’s sister like this, but he couldn’t help it. You always managed to look so effortlessly attractive. And the sight of your cleavage certainly wasn’t helping with the boner he already had due to the magazine he was looking at before coming here.

He could feel the heat in his face spreading to his ears as you looked at him. His gaze instantly changing to look at the side as he ‘innocently’ took a sip of his butterbear.

You grinned as you looked away. Adjusting in your seat to push your chest out more. Sighing as you tuned back into the conversation going on with your brother and his friends, all while watching Ron out of the corner of your eye.

Ron side eyed you to see if you were still looking, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw that you weren’t. His eyes were then immediately drawn back to your chest- which were now more on display for him than before. If he ‘didn’t know better’, he would have thought you’d done it on purpose.

He looked back down towards his food, stuffing a bunch of chicken into his mouth while he eyed the bump straining against his jeans. Fuck, he wanted to deal with that so bad. It was practically painful how hard he was at this point.

Looking back up, Ron’s eyes scanned over the table and faces of his friends before his eyes darted to your cleavage then his pants. He bit his lip, his mind working at a million miles per minute as he debated on what to do.

What was he debating on doing? On relieving his boner in public of course. He would be lying if he were to say that the risk wasn’t turning him on even more. And he’d be a fool to pass up on an opportunity to get off to the sight of your tits that he had right in front of him.

Cautiously looking around the table, he snaked one of his hands down into his lap. Sucking in a deep breath as fiddled with the zipper of his jeans.

Your brows furrowed as you watched Ron’s actions out of the side of your eye. ‘What in the bloody hell was he doing?’ You thought to yourself. Why was he looking around the table so cautiously?

You just closed your eyes and mentally shook your head, looking back towards the rest of the table as you dismissed your curiosity away.

Ron bit his lip, attempting to appear nonchalant as he pulled his zipper down while stuffing a big piece of chicken into his mouth. Mentally cursing himself as he came to his next obstacle: Getting his pants down.

His movements momentarily halted as he sipped on his butterbear. Cautiously looking around to make sure that no one was looking at or near him. Then lifted his hips just enough to get his pants down enough before plopping back down onto his wooden seat.

Eyeing the table again to make sure no one was looking, he planted his right elbow back onto the table and continued eating. All while his eyes seemingly found its way back towards your chest.

Shit, this was risky. He knew it. But it’s not like he was that popular anyways, so who cares? besides if he must, he can use spells to risk away the memory someone would have of catching him.

His breath hitched in his throat as he ran his hand over his bulge, the slight touch already pleasureful.

With his heart practically beating in his ears, he pulled his cock out of his boxers, which were already practically soaked with precum, making for an easy type of ‘lube’ that he could spread over his cock.

He had to bite back a moan as he ran his hand- soaked with his own precum over his cock. Looking downwards and blocking out the conversation around him.

He looked back up towards your breasts and felt his cock twitch in his hand. God, the way the light shined against the roundness of your breasts was bloody beautiful. It made them looked so… shiny? in a way. He bit his lip hard while shamelessly staring at your tits. Imagining that their flesh was the pleasure he felt over his cock instead of his own hand.

“Shit..” He let out surprisingly quiet. Screwing his eyes shut as he imagined the sight of you giving him a blowjob. Rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock and imagining it was your tongue.

You, however, being directly infront of him, still heard his words leave his mouth and looked at him confused, just for even more confusion to envelope you as you saw the state he was in.

Hunched over, biting his lip, food forgotten and face red.

Raising a brow you scrutinized him closely, debating on kicking his leg to get his attention before you noticed the slight movement of his arm.

And that’s when it clicked- what he was doing. Biting his lip.. uneven breathing.. hunched posture.. red face.. you should’ve realized the second you looked at him.

You smirked, attempting to hold back a full on grin from forming on your face. Shifting in your seat as you didn’t bother hiding how you were staring at him. This was the boldest move he’s ever made. Doing something so risky in public. Well, perhaps his second boldest.

Coming first would definitely be when he snuck into your dorm. Thankfully for you, you were messing with your brother’s invisibility cloak, so Ron didn’t see you sitting on your bed while he snuck in.

You remember the night clear as day. You were messing around with the invisibility cloak that you stole from your brother’s suitcase- trying on some new lingerie you bought under it. Then you heard the door open, and instead of seeing one of your roommates, you saw Ron. And you couldn’t lie, you were quite amused watching him stroll cautiously into your room towards your dresser drawer and look around for your panties. Could you say it surprised you? No, not when you’ve caught him getting off to you masturbating and sniffing your panties before. You knew all about is pervy habits.

Your eyes darted down to your butter knife that was along the edge of the table and then glanced back to Ron. What’s the harm in playing along a bit?

You hummed nonchalantly, setting your elbows on the table and ‘accidentally’ knocking the butter knife over onto the floor. The clattering of the utensil momentarily catching everyone’s attention and halting Ron’s movements.

You let out an innocent chuckle and soft “Oops” as you got up to get it. The others laughing at you while your brother rolled his eyes, the chatter quickly starting up again.

Ron, however, watched your every movement as you got up and stepped over to your knife that fell. He could feel his breath catching in his throat as you turned your back to him. Was he really going to get this lucky? When he was already so close to bliss?

And then you bent down to pick up the utensil. Your skirt to your already smaller dress started riding up your thighs and stopping rather teasingly just below your ass.

Ron gawked at the sight, immediately trying to paint the image into his mind, framing it and putting it on a pedestal.

He wasn’t gonna waste this perfect moment, so he continued working his hand on his cock. Letting out a choked noise as he almost let out a moan. Staring shamelessly at the revealed flesh of your thighs. The light emphasizing every curve of your thighs in such a delicious way that had his cock twitching even more in his hand.

You smirked as you grabbed your knife, hearing that noise that Ron let out. Such a shameless pervert, it was cute in its own way.

You leaned back up, fixing your necklace. Leaving your skirt bunched up as you did so. Acting completely unaware to the fact that your brother’s best friend was staring at your body while jerking off in public.

Ron’s mouth gaped open as you got up. Your dress looked so fucking good on you. Hugging your body so perfectly. The bunched up skirt of your dress left your thighs on display for him. His eyes roamed from up to down your body, landing on your black heels. The strap of them wrapping around your ankles.

Jesus, you looked so fucking sexy. He couldn’t help but tighten his grip on his cock as he continued his movements, feeling the coil in his stomach threaten to snap.

You finally fixed the skirt of your dress once you fixed your necklace. Pulling it down your legs and smoothing down the fabric.

With the light and the fabric around your ass tightening as you pulled it down, Ron could see the outline of your thong that you were wearing, fabric straining against the confines of your dress.

That was the last thing he needed to be coming undone. Thick ropes of cum painting both his hand the bottom of his table.

When he came it was like the rest of the world became nonexistent. Missing the way you smirked at his panting form as you sat back down. Thank lord for the loud chatter or else surely everyone would have heard his loud pants.

As his orgasm finally came to an end, he regained his senses. Biting his lip as he stared down at his now soft cock and cum covered hand. ‘Shit… how am i supposed to clean this?’ He thought to himself as he looked up around the table. His eyes momentarily darting to you who was looking at everyone else on the table, smile on your face as you started engaging in conversation with Ginny.

He looked back down at the table towards Harry’s plate, perhaps he had a napkin? But instead of seeing a napkin, he saw Harry staring dead at him. ‘Shit..’

Ron’s eyes slowly made their way up to meet Harry’s, and what he saw was a look of shock, bewilderment and disgust. Harry’s body looking as if it was just hit with a freezing spell as it sat completely still. Only his eyes moving as he examined Ron.

Ron gulped, silently praying that Harry wouldn’t make the connection that he was getting off to his sister.

Harry narrowed his eye slightly as he seemingly snapped out of his intense stage of shock. Shaking his head slightly before continuously looking from Ron’s face down to a spot on Ron’s sweater.

Ron’s eyes immediately darted down once he registered what Harry was saying with eye movements, and he could feel his body freeze.

Sitting right there, on his dark blue sweater, was a splatter of his cum.

He stayed looking there for a couple seconds before slowly meeting Harry’s eyes again. Asking silently with a look in his eyes for help.

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[nottsangel]

I can’t stop thinking about perv Ron and how he is just always watching, trying to find us in our most vulnerable moments, like taking a shower, touching ourself in the dorm, fucking his brother

He’s just always waiting for you, desperate to fuck you

i love perv!ron so much its acc becoming a problem… like him staring through the crack of the door you accidentally left open while you change your clothes, and he’s practically drooling while intently watching you move around in only your underwear… and sometimes, he gets lucky enough to see you touch yourself while soft, angelic moans slip from your pretty lips as you shut your eyes and lose yourself in pleasure… so now, whenever you talk to him, the filthy memories flood back into his mind and he becomes rock hard in mere seconds

[rainydayathogwarts]

Dear diary - George Weasley x gf!reader, perv!Ron weasley

summary: Ron can't help his crush on his older brother's girlfriend, and catches himself in some inconvenient situations cw: SMUT, exhibitionism a little bit wc: 2.3k+

Ron was officially jealous of his older brother. Not that he hadn’t been before. George was the taller, funnier, more athletic version of himself, who was loved by everyone around him but the exceptional slytherins. But most importantly, George was loved by you. Despite you being two years older than Ron, in the same year group as the twins were, his delusions led him to believing that in some universe, he had a chance with you. It was never an option in his mind that you’d end up with one of his brothers. In fact, he’d never seen you speak to either of the twins until you’d strolled into the common room one day, hand in hand with the one and only George Weasley. 

Ron was a jealous man by nature, but seeing you with George made him resent his older brother. Whenever Ron smiled at you in the hallway before you’d started dating George, you’d always had the decency to at least acknowledge his presence, however now you were so preoccupied by cozying yourself into George’s side that you didn’t even avert your gaze from him. Ron watched as you led George onto the couch in front the fireplace, letting him sit down before sitting yourself right next to him and threw your legs over his lap. George snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him, and you leaned your head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. George’s second hand came to rest on your exposed calf, caressing your leg up and down. Ron averted his gaze from his brother to you, and your cotton shorts that allowed Ron such a view of your legs.

Ron felt the couch dip down next to him, and he only removed his stare from your figure when he heard Hermione’s warning of “Don’t let any of your brothers catch you staring at her. If Fred finds out, then so does George, and if George finds out… Well.” Ron furrowed his eyebrows, mumbling “What do you mean?” but Hermione only gave him a knowing look.

As the months went on, Ron only hoped that you and George would finally break up, and that some months later you’d magically realise that he was the wrong brother for you, and that Ron had been waiting for you the entire time. George would have to get over it, Ron thought. However, to Ron’s horror, you and George had made it all the way to the summer, and after meeting his parents, Molly and Arthur had insisted you stay at the Burrow for a while over the holidays. Ron was dreading the two weeks you’d agreed on staying with them for, and had even complained to Ginny that the Burrow was too full, but she’d only snapped that it never seemed too full when his friends were staying over.

Ron was the first of his siblings to make it onto the platform when the Hogwarts Express arrived to the station. He made the most of the hugs and kisses his parents showered him with, sure that from the moment you’d walk off the train, all the attention would be on you. And Ron stood correct. Laughing along with Fred and George about something they’d said, Ron immediately noticed the arm George casually had around your waist, keeping you close to him as you carried your bags across the station to meet his parents.

Unsurprisingly, Molly had immediately started gushing over you, and had gone on about how lovely it was to see you again. You bathed in the flattering comments, returning the compliments to the woman, who encouraged you to head to the Burrow with George by apparition. Ron had scowled at her words, imagining what you’d do once you got home alone. Would you let George kiss you deeply, push you on the couch while he praised your body, or would you only let him peck your lips softly, asking him where to put your belongings. Ron had discovered that he was wrong on both accounts. You hadn’t done either of these things, instead leaving your luggage by the stairs, allowing George to lead you outside and show you nature’s glory all around the burrow.

Ron made it a point to avoid you throughout all your stay, Hermione’s words stuck in his head. What would George do if he found out about Ron’s crush on his girlfriend? No matter, he’d rather George think he disliked you than liked you. Besides, you had Ginny there to give you all the attention in the world, so happy to have another girl in the house that George often found himself trying to steal you back from her.

Ron sat in the living room while you helped Molly bake some goods in the open kitchen, letting the twins play a game of Quidditch in the yard. Ginny sat at the kitchen table, in charge of making entertaining conversation while you and Molly spoke about the recipe. Though at Ginny’s question “Are you and George going to get married?” Ron felt the energy in the entire room shift. His eyes glanced up from the sports magazine he read to see the look of shock on your face, eyes wide and jaw slack. Molly gasped, immediately scolding the young girl for her invasive question. “It’s fine Mrs. Weasley,” You reassured, adding “I don’t know Ginny, that’s kind of a loaded question.”

Your response was timed just right, because two seconds later, Fred and George came walking through the door, all sweaty from their match. You straightened your posture at the sight of your boyfriend, traveling the small distance of the kitchen so that George could easily whisk you away into a tight hug as soon as he walked into the kitchen. He used the grip on your body from his hug to spin you around, blocking you from his mother with his big back profile to dip his head down and give you a lengthy kiss. Ron, seated at just the right angle to have a perfect view of the kiss — and the cheeky squeeze George gave your ass — huffed in his chair, envy stirring inside him.

When the cookies you made were safely in the oven, you excused yourself upstairs, where George and his twin had retreated to shower. Knocking on the twins’s door, you were welcomed with a view of your shirtless boyfriend, aggressively drying his hair with a towel. George grinned at you, shutting the door behind you when you entered, and leading you to his bed. George hugged you close to his chest, pressing fluttering kisses on your forehead while Fred finished his shower. “I don’t think your younger brother likes me.” You mumbled, drawing shapes on George’s bare chest with your finger. “That ridiculous, sweetheart.” George answered, a laugh bubbling in his chest. You pulled away from him, an offended look on your face. “Baby, wait!” George laughed, tugging you back into him. “It’s ridiculous because Ron has the fattest crush on you. Read it in his diary.” 

The bathroom door opened, and Fred stepped out in a heap of steam from his hot shower. “Hey, don’t take credit for that!” Fred called out, imitating his brother's movement of ruffling his hair with a dry towel. “Right, excuse me. Fred read it in Ron’s diary, then brought me the diary, and then I read it in the diary.” You chuckled, pushing yourself up on the bed, looking back and forth between the two twins. “You promise?” You asked, watching as Fred nodded his head in reassurance. “What do you mean ‘you promise’? You want my brother to have a crush on you?” George asked with a frown. “Well I’d rather he have a crush on me than dislike me.” George scoffed, shaking his head. He unraveled his arms from around you, standing up and leaving the room momentarily. You blinked slowly and sat up straight on the bed, wondering if you’d upset him. “Don’t worry, he’s going to get the diary.” Fred said, turning his back from you to get dressed.

It was only seconds later that George came back, a scrappy red notebook in his hands. He spent a while flicking through the pages until he finally held a finger up, as if to silence you. “My most recent problem is that I have the fattest crush on my brother’s fucking girlfriend.” George started, and you covered your face with your hands, predicting the horror of what would come next. “She’s got a great smile, great legs. Honestly, everything about her is great. I just wish that she was sleeping with me instead of Mr. George fucking Weasley.” Your jaw went slack, and Fred giggled from where he stood, listening to George beginning to flick through the pages again. “So George’s girlfriend is staying with us over the summer break for a little while, which is going to be an absolute - uh what does that say?” Fred joined George to inspect the handwriting before they called out “Nightmare!” In synch.

“An absolute nightmare, because I’m going to be hard the entire time she’s there, but my only source of relief will be seeing her with my brother. I swear to godric, if I hear them have sex and she moans George’s name, I’m going to cry. Oh hey, I don’t remember reading that bit!” George added, putting a hand on his hip and humming apprehensively while he thought for a moment. You and Fred shot each other a look, and he grinned boyishly at you, commenting. “Well, I’ll make sure to leave you guys the room for a little bit.” You felt your cheeks heat up, eyes trained on George as he tossed the diary to the side, climbing back over you on the bed. George pushed your hair to the side, putting some of his weight on you as he started pressing kissed on your neck. “Yeah, and have him call us down for dinner, will you?” Your eyes widened in shock, letting George push you down on the bed as he continued his attack on your neck, barely acknowledging Fred, who finally walked out of the room, letting you have temporary privacy.

George pulled the blanket from under you, separating from you to pull his trousers off. Luckily for you, he hadn’t put on a shirt yet, and was making quick work of taking yours off. “Baby, isn’t this a little cruel?” You asked him, accepting the kisses he left on your lips, and arching your back so he could slide his hands underneath you, unclasping your bra. George nodded in agreement, tossing your bra so it landed by the door. “It’ll help him get over you.” He responded, tugging your trousers and underwear down your legs. “What, to see me naked?” George laughed, balancing himself over you as you helped him remove his boxers. “No one is going to be seeing you naked but me. What’s going to help him move on is to see me on top of you. And to hear you screaming my name.” He whispered against your lips before pecking them softly, feeling your hands trail up to grip his muscular biceps. “Yeah? You plan on making me scream?” George didn’t answer you this time, only bringing his fingers down to your clit, where he began making small circles. 

At your small gasp, he smiled, gripping his cock and bringing it towards your entrance. George spread your legs wider, making more space for himself between your thighs. In a few curt thrusts, he sheathed his cock inside you, biting his lip harshly and letting his head fall into the crook of your neck as he tried to adjust himself inside you, calming his breath down while listening to your little moans. “Shit, that was harsh, I’m sorry baby.” He apologised, cupping your cheeks and bringing you into a soft kiss. “Wasn’t harsh, feels good. Can you move?” The slow drag of George’s hips had your jaw going slack, head digging into the pillow behind you as your eyebrows furrowed. George grunted, abs constricting with pleasure with each snap of his hips against yours. Absentmindedly, George reached back to pull the blanket over his torso, covering your naked body from view. The sounds coming from your mouth however, were free for anyone to hear.

As George increased the power and speed of his thrusts, so did the volume and frequency of the sounds you made. You desperately gripped onto George’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin while a string of moans flowed out of you. The most recurring sound you made? His name. And that was the first thing Ron heard when he cracked the door open to come fetch you both for dinner.  Everyone was already outside, the dining table laid out under the night’s sky, but Ron was shooed away to call you down for dinner. Ron froze, hearing the high pitched cry of his brother’s name escape your mouth, back arching so your chest pushed against your boyfriend’s. Even worse, Ron could hear the sound of his brother’s hips driving into yours with every thrust, and the soft encouragements he told you. “That’s right, say my name baby.” He groaned into the crook of your neck. Ron loudly slammed the door shut, turning his back to it as he processed what he saw.

The slam of the door barely reached George’s ears with the way you screamed his name as you orgasmed, cunt clamping down on his cock so hard that he could only see white, whimpering your name in a manner he will deny ever happening. Your pussy milked George’s orgasm out of him, making him pant heavily against you, and you ran your fingers through his hair when you finally recovered from your own orgasm. When George also recovered, he slowly pulled out of you, pressing a loving kiss on your lips before slumping against you once more. You giggled teasingly, saying “All that for him not to even show up.” But your comment only backlashed humiliatingly when a George scoffed, saying “Oh no, he showed up alright.”

[missetbilu]

KEEPING A CLOSE EYE*

perv!fred weasley x fem!reader, smut

when fred overhears you and the girls chit chatting about boys that you fancy, he can’t keep his mind from wandering, nor his hand.

warnings: perv concept, jerking off

"Come on, Y/N, there's gotta be someone you fancy." Ginny elbowed you, trying to get a response.

Angelina, Hermione, Ginny and yourself were in your favorite little spot in the library. A very secluded area, where you could study, sneak in some food, talk, without prying eyes or ears.

Although in that afternoon, you were not very much enjoying the topic of choice. Boys. Too shy to come clean about your little crush, you would much rather gossip or even focus on the charms essay due next week than engage in the conversation. But the girls were not having it.

"Yeah, even Hermione admitted to being completely, head over heels, in love with Ron." Angelina teased.

"Hey!" The girl blushed and looked away for a second, but curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the argument. "She's right tho, you're the only one left."

"I just don't think of any guy here like that."

"In this castle full of boys, you expect me to believe not even a single one of them is your type?" Ginny said.

"Unless you're into girls."

"I'm not." You laughed at Angelina's curious expression. "I like men."

"Then name one you would" Hermione stopped herself mid sentence, suddenly a bit shy, "...you know."

"Fuck?" Angelina completed her thought and they all laughed, Hermione also shushing her and looking around to make sure they were alone.

"Alright." You took a deep breath and tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

"Aw dude, are you serious?" Ginny's disappointment was so clear in her face that the three other girls bursted out laughing.

"Shhh, guys, I don't wanna get kicked out." Hermioned said between giggles.

"Sorry, babe, but this was too good not to laugh at." Angelina responded, still chuckling.

"Too good? All my friends wanna fuck my brothers."

And you all fell into laughter again.

-

It had been a week since Fred discovered that spot of yours to hang out. Whenever you and the girls disappeared from his sight, he would get anxious, wondering where you might be.

Until the day he was looking for a potions book, but found something far better: you.

He managed to hide in the corridor next to the one where the group of girls would sit on the floor and chit chat. Usually he took no interest in the conversations you would have. But not that day. Throughout the whole week he listened to each silly subject the girls brought up, only paying attention to the sound of your angelic voice when you made a comment. That day it was different. Once the tables turned from homework to guys you fancied, Fred felt his heart skip a beat.

He was nervous, his palms becoming sweaty as each of the girls rambled about one boy after the other. He barely listened to the guys his sister brought up, nor to the mentions of his brothers. What mattered most to him was what you were going to say. He was so afraid of hearing another man's name fall out of your pretty lips; so afraid you would confess to feeling attracted to someone else.

But he was also infatuated with the possibility of his name being the one in your mind. You quietly listened to what your friends had to say, too scared to say something yourself, Fred saw that in your expression as he tried to eye your figure from the place where he was hiding. Just thinking about it, being him the person you kept yourself from mentioning, made his trousers feel a bit too tight. His hand travelled down to his growing bulge, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to risk not hearing you.

Your silence allowed his imagination to run wild. Maybe this whole thing got her thinking about how good I would fuck her, and she's afraid of sharing those filthy thoughts. He stroked his cock once, over the fabric of his clothes. Or perhaps she's so lost in the desire of getting filled up with my cum, she didn't even notice how quiet she's been... oh fuck... He did it again and had to hold back a moan.

Fred knew he shouldn’t, but it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand slipped past his boxers and he stroked his dick, trying so hard to imagine it was you doing it.

Has she ever had a wet dream with me? He wondered. She would wake up sweaty and out of breath. Her panties are completely damp, but it's not because of the sweat, it's arousal. I bet she would be embarrassed, looking around the dorm to see if the other girls are sleeping, before she goes under the covers and... He gasps quietly, his hands going a bit faster now. And she lets her hand touch her dripping cunt... He bites his lip to stop himself from cursing. Her sweet fingers would tease her clit and she wouldn't be able to stop a moan of my name from coming out.

"Alright." When the word left your mouth he slowed down his movement, focusing on the head of his member. It was almost painful the way he teased his tip, trying to pay attention to what you were about to say. He even held his breath, that and the expectation making him even more sensitive. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

Fred was really thankful for the loud laughter of the group that followed your confession, because the minute he heard your sugary voice saying his name, it was too much. He came in his hand with a low grunt.

He didn't listen to anything said after that. He didn't move or took his hand off of his trousers. He was in shock. As much as he wanted that outcome, it felt unreal now that it happened. He had imagined how you would sound saying you fancied him, what words you would choose and what exactly would be the look on your face. But none of it compared to the reality of it all.

You, such a perfect picture of beauty, intelligence, kindness. The most incredible, endearing and angelical woman he had ever set his eyes upon, out of all people, wanted him.

Fred waited until you all had left to pick himself up from his spot on the floor and attempt to use some spells and his robes to hide the stain in his pants. He did a good job, it wasn't too noticeable, but deep down he didn't care. There was something, or rather someone, much more important in his mind.

He stood in front of the corridor where you had been just a few minutes before. "I guess Fred is kind of cute." That played in his head over and over again, like a broken record. And Fred definitely didn't want to fix it.

[ginevrapng]

How much do I need to beg for a dark!harry one shot? I know he’s not one of your favs but I know he’d be so possessive and clingy (this man’s never really grew up with love?? So no shit he’d be so possessive over reader)

haven't been able to figure out a full fledged idea on how to use dark!harry but i've got some headcanons for you<3

you're absolutely right about him being possessive and clingy, this man does not understand that you need personal space and alone time.

you want to hang out with your friends? harry's coming too, he would never want to keep you from your friends and isolate you, he wouldn't do that to you, he is your loving boyfriend but he won't want you spending time alone with them. they might hurt your feelings, what if you needed comfort or him to defend you and he wasn't there? someone might flirt with you, you'd obviously never respond to their advances but you can be so naive at times, not everyone is like him, not everyone has good intentions.

every single hobby you have he's going to be behind you 100 percent, just as long as it's a hobby you don't do with other people or if he doesn't get to be there supporting you. if you like knitting he'll watch you from the corner of his eye and want you to knit him things, if you like reading he'll ask you to read to him, if you like watching documentaries he'll want to watch them with you, if you like playing video games he'll be your player two BUT if you like yoga or something in groups he insists you do it at home instead of in front of people, especially for things like yoga there are just so many pervs in the world.

he never had a loving family since his parents died when he was just a baby so he'll do everything to make sure you know you are loved and to keep you loving him, you'll be together forever. if he feels you're drifting away from him he'll remind you why you love him, more gifts than normal and more loving gestures, compliments every day and night. he knows just how to make you come back to him.

if he ever feels the need to he'll invite ron, hermione and their kids round, showing you how good a family is and how happy it makes ron and hermione. he'll bring molly round and she'll spend the whole day praising harry and telling you how amazing he is and how proud she is of him while saying about how you're such a great couple and you're just as amazing as harry. she'll remind you you're part of the family, she's so happy harry's found someone so brilliant, better than fleur.

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist ❞

SUPERNATURAL ;

- Dean Winchester

perv dean . . .

hate sex with dean . . .

dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble pt2 . . .

jealous silly dean . . .

passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .

- Sam Winchester

sam being a total sub . . .

older reader x sam smut drabble . . .

- Castiel

cas really wants to please you . . .

- Andy Gallagher

- TFW; smut headcanons . . .

- Robert Singer

- Crowley MacLeod

HOUSE MD ;

- Gregory House

smut drabble (hj) . . .

- Lisa Cuddy

- James Wilson

- Allison Cameron

- Robert Chase

denying the accusations whilst taking it up the ass (smut) . . .

- Eric Foreman

THE WALKING DEAD ;

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Michonne

- Negan Smith

- Daryl Dixon

gentle sex . . .

- Eugene Porter

- Rosita Espinosa

- Maggie Greene

- Glenn Rhee

- Carol Peletier

- Gabriel Stokes

- Dwight

- Simon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ;

- Tony Stark

- Peter Parker

- Bruce Banners

- Thor Odinson

- Loki Laufeyson

- Steve Rogers

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova

- Stephen Strange

- Wanda Maximoff

- Clint Barton

- Bucky Barnes

- Sam Wilson

- Wade Wilson

- Peter Quill

- Nebula

- Eddie Brock

TEEN WOLF ;

- Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski

sex with Stiles . . .

- Scott McCall

- Melissa McCall

- Derek Hale

- Allison Argent

- Lydia Martin

- Isaac Lahey

- Jackson Whittemore

- Peter Hale

- Malia Tate

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Christopher Argent

MERLIN ;

- Merlin

- Arthur Pendragon

- Morgana Pendragon

- Guinevere

- Lancelot

- Mordred

- Gwaine

- Percival

- Elyan

- Leon

STRANGER THINGS ;

- Mike Wheeler

- Nancy Wheeler

- Will Byers

- Jonathan Byers

- Joyce Byers

- Jim Hopper

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

- Lucas Sinclair

- Dustin Henderson

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Maxine Mayfield

- Billy Hargrove

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

ALL; stranger things headcanons . . .

GAME OF THRONES ;

- Ned Stark

- Catelyn Stark

- Robb Stark

- Jon Snow

- Theon Greyjoy

- Sansa Stark

- Arya Stark

- Tywin Lannister

- Jaime Lannister

- Cersei Lannister

- Tyrion Lannister

- Tommen Baratheon

- Joffrey Baratheon

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Sandor Clegane

- Margaery Tyrell

- Brienne of Tarth

- Jaqen H'ghar

F.R.I.E.N.D.S ;

- Rachel Greene

- Phoebe Buffay

- Monica Geller

- Ross Geller

- Chandler Bing

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

- Joey Tribbiani

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

HARRY POTTER ;

- Harry James Potter

- Hermione Granger

- Ron Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Luna Lovegood

- Neville Longbottom

- Severus Snape

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE ;

- Jake Peralta

- Amy Santiago

- Rosa Diaz

- Ray Holt

IT ;

- Richie Tozier

- Eddie Kaspbrak

- Beverly Marsh

- Bill Denbrough

- Stanley Uris

- Ben Hanscom

- Mike Hanlon

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

- Fiona Gallagher

- Philip Gallagher

- Ian Gallagher

- Debbie Gallagher

- Carl Gallagher

- Liam Gallagher

- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

SPIDER-MAN UNIVERSE ;

- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

[saintsenara]

which are the worst canon ships, in your opinion

harry/cho [free her!]

moaning myrtle/cedric [stop perving on people, hun!]

this fandom/refusing to understand nuance/a lack of reading comprehension [toxic ot3!]

hermione/mclaggen [respect yourself!]

peter pettigrew/bertha jorkins [even lord voldemort thinks she deserved better]

albus dumbledore/elphias doge [the worst situationship in literary history]

me/my copy of order of the phoenix [it's given me a paper cut six times in a row]

hagrid's dad/hagrid's mum [just think about it...]

percy weasley/penelope clearwater [free her round 2!]

kreacher/orion black's trousers [imagine cheating on walburga, couldn't be me]

jkr/terrible synonyms for "said" ["ron ejaculated loudly", indeed...]

aberforth/goats [especially because his patronus is one...]

tom riddle/hubris [stop laughing at harry dying and remember what a phoenix is, you dickhead!]

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Gorgeous

(inspired by t. swift's song)

Harry knew the moment that Draco walked into the bar. He always knew, there was something about the way he carried himself; his magic hot and bright, burning its way up Harry's spine before he'd even actually seen him. He turned his head, craning his neck to get a glimpse of the other man.

"Malfoy must be here," Ron grumbled.

He glanced back at Ron, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that every time he shows up here, you tune out most of what anyone has to say," Seamus piped up.

Harry glared at him, "Shut it. I do not."

"You do," Lavender replied as she slid in next to Parvati across from Hermione. "And it's just so sad because he talks to everyone but you."

He frowned, he had tried to convince himself that it was just his imagination that Draco talked to everyone else and intentionally ignored him. But before he could say anything more, Draco was at their table, he said, "this is Clement," gesturing to the attractive man on his arm before sitting down next to Hermione and immediately striking up a conversation with her.

"It's because he likes you," Blaise said, leaning in closer so Harry could hear him over the noise.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right." Draco came with a different date every week, he wasn't interested in Harry.

Blaise shrugged, "Suit yourself but I'm telling you, Potter, that boy's been obsessed with you for years."

Shoving Blaise's shoulder Harry tried to put it from his mind. But as the night wore on, Harry watched Draco talking to everyone in their friend group but him (just like he always did) and when Draco got up to go to the loo, Harry couldn't help but follow. Not wanting to be a perv, he waited outside.

When Draco emerged, he immediately jumped, hand over his heart, "Circe's tits, Potter! What are you doing?"

Instead of answering his question, Harry's inebriated brain supplied one of it's own, "Why won't you talk to me?"

"Excuse me?" Draco asked, looking around as though he thought someone was playing a trick on him.

"I mean, we were friends, right?" he asked, knowing that he sounded more than a little desperate and pathetic. "Like 8th year, we sorted out all of our shit, forgave each other, right?"

"Potter, what are you on about?"

"It's just," he sighed and stared at Draco, wondering if he looked at him hard enough if he'd be able to understand him, "you never talk to me. And you talk to everyone else."

"You should be flattered," Draco said before turning away.

Without thinking Harry reached out and grabbed his hand, giving him a gentle tug, "Wait," he said.

"Adam is waiting," Draco said, not looking up to meet Harry's eyes.

"I thought you said his name was Clement?" Harry murmured.

And before he could do anything else, Draco was pressing him back against the wall and kissing him.

Harry's arms instinctively wrapped around him, drawing him in closer as he kissed him back just as desperately.

"That's what you get for touching my hand in a dark hallway," Draco muttered, nipping at Harry's lips.

"I ought to grab your hand more often, then," Harry replied, tugging Draco's body flush against his own so he could kiss him again.

Draco kissed him back for a long, tension filled moment, body surging and pressing against Harry's before he pulled back, "I fucking hate you."

Harry blinked at him, feeling like he was experiencing whiplash, his brain moving too slow, unutterably confused by the mixed signals he was receiving from Draco's body and his words. "What-" he started, but then Draco was kissing him again.

"I hate your stupid face, and your stupid green eyes," he continued as his hands slid under his tshirt and Harry groaned. "I hate the way you grew into your stupid body; all muscled and handsome. You're so fucking gorgeous, of course I can't talk to you."

"Fuck," he hissed as Draco's nails scraped over his back and Harry flipped their positions, pinning Draco to the wall.

Draco groaned, body shuddering against Harry's as he tried to drag him impossibly closer. "And I hate the way you talk, all honest and earnest, and-" he broke off as Harry sucked hard at his neck. "And I hate that you aren't mine."

Harry pulled back far enough to look him in the eyes, "Draco, you can have me," he said.

"Stop," he whined, giving Harry a shove but immediately tugging him back in. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not," Harry assured him. "I want you too, in case that wasn't abundantly clear," he said, pressing forward against Draco's body to emphasize his point.

Draco shook his head, "But I want more than just sex with you. Just sex would never be enough."

"Great," Harry replied, kissing down his neck again and pausing to suck at the bruise he'd left forming on his pale skin.

"I'm serious, Potter," Draco growled, fisting a handful of his hair and pulling until Harry looked him in the eyes again.

"Call me Harry," he said.

Draco rolled his eyes, "I'm serious, Harry. I'm a possessive bastard and I will want to keep you forever."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Harry asked, feeling a little weak in the knees at the thought of being treasured and kept.

Narrowing his eyes he asked, "Are you being serious?"

"Yes," he said in exasperation, "Draco. I want you, too. I've been head over tits for you for ages."

"Really?" he asked, looking back and forth between Harry's eyes.

"Ask literally any of our friends," he said. "Yes. Really." He leaned in and gave him another soft, tentative kiss.

Draco shuddered and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, "Take me home," he whispered.

"From here?"

Draco nodded, eyes closed.

He rubbed his nose over Draco's cheek, "What about-" he broke off trying to remember the bloke's name, "what's-his-name?"

"Who?" Draco asked, hands slipping under Harry's waistband and distracting him even further.

"Your date?" he prompted even as his fingers tangled in Draco's hair, turning his to the side to give himself better access to Draco's neck.

Draco whimpered, body arching against Harry's. He waved a hand, "I don't give a fuck. Take me home. Right now." Then softly, in Harry's ear, "Please," he all but moaned and Harry's self control snapped.

He apparated them right from there, straight into his bed, and suddenly Draco had absolutely no problem talking to him.

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Read more of my fics inspired by songs, if you'd like

tagging the lovely @phoebe-delia since it's taylor swift and that is her jam <3

[sleyu]

MASTERLIST

HARRY POTTER

RON WEASLEY

C U GIRL — SMUT

JEALOUS RON — SMUT

FRED WEASLEY

GEORGE WEASLEY

DRACO MALFOY

REMUS LUPIN

MEAN BF!REMUS — SMUT

CUTTING REMUS’ HAIR FOR HIM — FLUFF

MEAN BF!REMUS — SMUT

MEAN BF!REMUS BEGGING FOR FORGIVENESS — ANGST

PERV!MARAUDERS GETTING OFF TO A PHOTO OF YOU — SMUT

SIRIUS BLACK

MEAN BF!SIRIUS WITH CORRUPTION KINK — SMUT

MEAN BF!SIRIUS FUCKING YOU AT WORK - SMUT

PERV!MARAUDERS GETTING OFF TO A PHOTO OF YOU — SMUT

JAMES POTTER

DATING JAMES POTTER INCLUDES — FLUFF AND SMUT

PERV!JAMES

PERV!MARAUDERS GETTING OFF TO A PHOTO OF YOU — SMUT

[enzosbabyangel]

Hoping to get some writing done tonight and tomorrow 💞 Been so busy this week

[nottsangel]

Perv!ron who would try and steal Harry's invisibility cloak just to perv on you easier, because the invisibility spell backfired last time.

poor harry cause his beloved invisibility cloak is gonna be covered in cum

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 20 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

HHHHHHEEEEEEHHEHEHEHEH AHHHHHHH and that's all I have to say!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.Keep reading

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

We walk out of the building, I’m moving quickly, ecstatic to get to these showers and get in them. An explosion stops me in place, it sounded near and like it hit the street. “Someone’s been hit!” A person yells. I move quickly, darting down the street to where the man stands. I round the corner, Gene already leaning over the soldier. I kneel beside Gene, it’s obvious now that the man is dead. 

“He was dead by the time I got to him.” Gene says with a defeated sigh. “I got it, you can go.” 

He says as he writes in his notepad, detailing the events to hand onto one of the ranking officers. 

“Are you sure Gene, I’m happy to help.” Gene turns and smiles at me, patting me on the shoulder.

“It’s fine, I got here first anyway.” I nod standing. Other men have gathered behind us. Ron and Don disperse the men, sending them on their way. I follow behind them. My steps are not so light anymore. 

I see the showers, a smile appears on my face. I stand in line waiting patiently for my turn. I can hear the sound of running water and smell soap. It’s heavenly. I can’t take my eyes off the line, watching every man move slowly forward. Come on! Lieb falls into line behind me. So close to the front. Almost there. 

“2nd platoon on me.” Don calls, Lieb ushers me out of the line that I so desperately don’t want to leave. 

“Come on, he's calling us.” His hands on my shoulders, pushing me towards where Don stands. I groan in frustration, now I have to go to the back of the line again. We gather around Don. 

“All right, I’m leading this patrol.” My heart sinks, that was not the news I wanted to hear. “The CO wants Grant, Liebgott, Wynn, Jackson, Shifty from 3rd platoon and Webster.” Don finishes relaying the news. That seems to be all the men from 2nd platoon. I don’t want any of them to go, can’t this be done by now? 

“They want anyone from 1st platoon.” Cobb asks from behind the group, eavesdropping.

“No.” Don dismisses the man. 

“Is there anyone they don’t want from second? Jesus Christ.” Lieb states clearly pissed.

“That list sounds like everybody to me.” Don says walking away. 

“It’s always 2nd platoon. I swear to God, if we were down to three guys, they’d still want us for it.” I wander off as Lieb speaks feeling like I am in a daze. Trying not to let my head spin from the what if’s of this patrol tonight. I can’t think about that, not right now. I can spiral from over-thinking, which I love to do.  

I stand in the line, looking at my feet. I cast my glance up, Don stands just in front of me. I go to open my mouth to say something, but in a fluid motion he pulls his top off. I close my mouth quickly, my eyes widening. I try not to stare, but I can’t pull my eyes off of him. He doesn’t seem to notice me as he pulls off his singlet, leaving him completely bare on his top half. I gulp. My heart rate quickens as a hot blush rises to my cheeks. His chest is rippled with muscles, his arms look bulky and strong. He doesn’t even realise me or how flustered I am. I can feel my breath quicken. 

“Em, I didn’t know that you were a little perv.” Lieb whispers in my ear, I jump in fright spinning to face him. My face still bears the tinge of pink from moments earlier. 

“I’m-I’m not a perv!” I try to defend myself but Lieb must’ve watched it all, with great entertainment. The smirk he wears says it all. “I wasn’t looking!” I try to deny it. Lieb chuckles. 

“Sure you weren’t, you little perv.” He rubs it in further, causing me to turn a deeper shade of red. 

“Look at you all flustered, Emily.” He teases, squeezing my face in his hands. I pull from his grasp, pushing him in the chest. 

“I was just waiting for the shower.” I try my best to lie to him. He just grins wider.

“I guess it’s fine he is your husband after all.” He winks at me. I gawk, hitting him in the arm. 

“Lieb! He isn’t my husband. Skip and Alex were kidding!” I try to convince the grinning man, he looks pleased at how he has wound me up. I go after him, playfully trying to attack him. He has me by my wrists before I can even make a punch. 

“So feisty, little perv.” I groan, I’m so embarrassed. 

“Stop!” I whine, trying to plead with Joe to end this torture, but he is having too much fun. 

“You know who else would love to hear this information, Babe and Grant.” Lieb releases me from his hold, darting off to find the two men. I take chase, yelling after him to stop. He weaves through the crowd, but I stay on his tail. I see him clock the pair, together waiting in line for the other set of showers that are running. 

“Babe, Grant!” He calls them as he runs up. I am not far behind, jumping on his back and covering his mouth with my hands. The pair looked very confused, as we wrestled with each other. Lieb pulls me from his back, taking my arms and crossing them over my chest, pinning me to his front so I can’t hit him anymore. I wiggle in protest but he is stronger than me holding me in place. I face outwards staring at Grant and Babe for help. 

“Guess what?” Lieb starts, as I fight against him, it’s no use I’m stuck. I lean my head back into Lieb’s chest, groaning in shame. 

“Well Emily was perving on Malarkey as he was getting undressed to go in the shower.” Lieb excitedly tells the men. I hang my head, I’m so humiliated. Babe and Grant burst out laughing, Lieb joins them as well. I stand glaring at them. 

“Haha, very funny.” I say unamused, but the men keep giggling.

“What, so our little Em isn’t as innocent as she seems.” Grant teases. 

“You wanna find out Grant?” I tease them back, he seems to stall. I grin at them all. They laugh again. 

“Aww Em you’re so cute.” They clearly don’t take my threat seriously. I roll my eyes.  

“Can I have a shower now or what?” I tilt my head up asking the man who still has me caged into his chest. He releases me from his hold, as I step away from him. I walk away flipping them the bird as I leave, they laugh again. 

I finally made it to the front of the line. “Oh miss, you can’t shower here.” One of the soldiers stops me. I take a deep breath, you’ve got to be kidding me!  

“Why not?” I ask, as men move past me to go and shower. 

“Well this is the men’s shower, no females allowed. The men wouldn’t be comfortable with you there.” He informs me. 

“But I’m a medic, body parts don’t phase me. Plus I was going to keep my underwear on.” The man’s face flushes pink. 

“No, this is men’s only, sorry.” He tells me again. 

“Well, is there a female one?” I ask. 

“No.” He states. 

“But, what about me? Where do I shower?” He shrugs. I sigh in frustration. I march away from the tent. “Stupid good for nothing mother fuckers.” I rant quietly under my breath. I see Captain Speirs march past me. “Captain!” I call for him, running to catch up.

“Is there a problem Emily?” He asks, looking concerned. 

“Yes.” I say. “There is nowhere for me to shower, sir. They won’t let me shower in the main tents.” I explain to him, he nods in understanding. 

“You can use the officers shower Emily.” Ron says nonchalantly. My face lights up. I throw my arms around his neck hugging him. 

“Thank you! Thank you!” He stills under me. I let go, stepping back, “Sorry, sir.” I say sheepishly. 

“It’s fine Emily, they are just round the back, go wash up.” I nod enthusiastically. I skip down the street. Picking up a clean uniform on the way. 

I make it to the officers showers, much nicer than the other ones. It is a single shower that has a locking door. Meaning I can get fully undressed. I grin, very happy with the outcome. 

I hang my uniform on the door outside, hiding the clean underwear and bra I stole from one of the houses under the clothes so no one can see them. Listen you do what you gotta do! I take off my shoes and socks, looking at the new pair of boots I had been given with thick warm socks. This was going to be the best. Getting clean and then into clean clothes. 

I step into the shower, locking the door behind me. I strip, tossing my dirty uniform on the floor. While I shower I can hand wash my underwear, thank you crafty queen. I hang my towel on the inside of the door. 

I turn on the water. I almost melt, the hot water cascading down my body. I sigh in content. I tilt my head back letting the water run down my hair and face. It eases my cold aching bones. I run my fingers through my hair brushing out the knots. My hair is so long now. Lieb always offers to cut it, but he’s a barber not a hairdresser. I would rather have it long than have him chop it. 

Due to the cold my hair looks darker than normal. It’s a medium warm blonde, but when it’s wet it looks like a soft brown until it dries. Even when it’s wet my hair still forms into ringlets. According to my mum, my dad had curly hair. I always asked because her hair was dead straight. When I was little she said it was because I ate all my greens and the crust of my toast. I was always complimented on my hair, a normal compliment I would get from older ladies was, ‘I paid so much money when I was younger for my hair to look like that, and you get it for free so lucky.’ 

Seemed the best era to be in to have curly thick hair. But it didn’t feel that way with no shampoo and conditioner and shitty combs that would break as soon as I put the tiniest amount of force behind it. All the men had to do was shave occasionally, I on the other hand normally had a whole skin care routine, god I miss my face wash and moisturiser. I couldn’t do that now, I still tried to wash my face each night, but most of the time I couldn’t be bothered. 

I washed myself head to toe with a bar of soap. I also washed the bra and undies in the shower with me. I will have to find a sneaky place to dry these so that I’m not just casually hanging them up for everyone to see. I took the opportunity to shave my legs with one of the razors 

I had stolen off of one of the men, they hardly noticed when their stuff went missing. I ran my hand down my leg, they were silky smooth. I turned off the faucet and towelled myself dry, wrapping it around my torso. I opened the door a crack to grab my uniform. I stared at the empty door. I shut it and opened it again, still nothing. I looked around on the ground, no clothes anywhere.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I was livid, fuming, pissed, all of the above. I knew my clothes wouldn’t just disappear out of nowhere, someone took them, and they were going to pay. I angrily put on my socks and shoes, tightening the towel around me. I huffed as I marched through the street, who looked guilty? I didn’t care about who saw me. I was so mad.   

“Hey there, woah!” A soldier did a double-take as I passed him. 

“Who are you?” A man asked, following after me, I ignored him continuing on my hunt. 

“Pretty lady, where are you going? I can show you a good time.” A group of men trailed behind me. I rounded the corner back to where the showers were. Cobb’s eyes landed on me widening in surprise and then guilt crossed his face, got you.  

“COBB!” I roared, making everyone turn and look at me. The men who didn’t know me well enjoyed the show, however the Easy men looked like they were ready to kill me and everyone else staring. 

I marched up to Cobb, he gawked at me, “I know you took my clothes!” I accused him. 

“Emily!” Perco was beside me. “Here take my jacket.” He tried to offer it to me, but it barely covered what I had covered in the towel. 

“No thanks, short king.” I turned to look at him, “Perco, this barely covers what I am wearing now.” I told him, he nodded, stepping away. I set my sights back on the man in front of me.

“I-I didn’t take your clothes.” He stuttered. I slid my tongue along my teeth ready to tear into him. 

“What is going on here?” Bull interrupted us, “Emily what the hell are you doing in just a towel?” He asked me, looking shocked. 

“Cobb stole my clothes while I was showering!” I stabbed my finger into his chest, while I hissed menacingly. Bull glared at the man. 

“Is this true Cobb?” He asked the man. 

“I thought it was someone else!” He blurted. I fucking knew it! “I’m sorry!” 

“Oh you’re sorry! How could you not tell they were mine Cobb. It clearly had female underwear and a bra!” I shouted at him. The men watching laughed as I yelled.  

“Oh that’s right, I’m sorry, you’ve never seen women's underwear have you?” He goes to open his mouth to protest. 

“And don’t say your mother’s Cobb, that doesn't count!” I ripped into him, there was a collective ‘ooh’ after my roast from the spectators. Cobb was bright red and looked furious.    

“God is no one going to cover her.” Webster said walking up to me, he shrugged off his jacket wrapping it around my shoulders. 

“Cobb you come with me, Emily go to base and Cobb will bring you back your clothes.” I nodded still glaring at the man. Bull escorted Cobb away, looking like he was giving him a firm telling off.  

“I’ll walk you.” Webster said. I started for the base, passing Lieb, Babe and Grant who gawked. 

“Enjoy the show boys?” I asked, sending them a wink. They scoffed, shaking their heads in shock.

We made it back to base. I sat on the bed still in my towel. In my fury I had left all of my other belongings in the shower, so after I get dressed I will need to go back. I sat with Webster’s jacket still around my shoulders, none of the other men had come back yet, so Web sat across from me on the other bunk, awkwardly glancing at me from time to time. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling very exposed. I tapped my foot anxiously on the ground. Web’s hand landed on my exposed thigh stilling my movements. 

“Sorry.” I said, rolling my shoulders.

“Does this happen often?” He asked. I laughed, shaking my head. 

“No, it's a first. I don’t normally parade around in a towel.” He chuckled, nodding his head. 

“So how are you finding it? The war?” I chuckled. 

“Some light conversation starter you got there, Web.” He smiled nervously. 

“Oh sorry, I just, I’m interested since you're a girl. There aren’t many of you on the front.” I nodded, understanding his perspective. 

“Well I can tell you it hasn’t been easy.” I gave him a sad smile, “I think this is one of the toughest things I have ever done, or ever will do. Well, maybe apart from childbirth.” He laughed at my joke. 

“But the thing is, if I had too, I would do it again. If I had a choice to go back and do it differently. I don’t think I would.” I told him honestly. He watched me intensely with his bright blue eyes. 

“These men really like you.” He says, I laugh. “You seem to have fit right in.” I smiled at him, taking the compliment. 

“Are you just trying to make up for your previous comment?” I joked. He laughed, nervously scratching the back of his head. 

“Well, maybe. It came out wrong. I didn’t mean it as an insult.” I leant forward patting him on his hand. 

“I forgive you, you’re all good.” He seemed pleased, giving me a big smile. 

“Well, well, well. What seems to be going on here, are we interrupting something?” Lieb strolled into the room rolled by Grant and Babe. I rolled my eyes, but Webster seemed to be flustered.

“What are we going to tell your husband? First you walked through the streets in just your towel and now you’re getting all touchy-feely with Web.” Grant teased, the other men laughing. Web look worried. 

“He’s not my husband!” I started to say.

“Who’s not your husband?” Don asked, walking into the room. We all fell quiet.  

“Ahhh…” Babe filled the silence with his noise. “You want to tell him?” He asked me. I looked over to Don who looked at me puzzled. 

“Did I miss something? Why are you in a towel? Where are your clothes?” He asked, looking around the room at everyone. Just as I was about to start explaining again. Bull and Cobb walked in. 

“Here are your clothes Emily.” Cobb said like a little boy who was told to apologise by his mother. I took them off him. Don looked even more confused. Bull stood with raised eyebrows as Cobb turned around, he sighed turning back to me. 

“I’m sorry for taking your clothes, that was wrong of me.” He said in a defeated voice. 

“Well I’m glad you know it.” I watched the pair leave, Bull sending me a wink over his shoulder. I grinned at him. Don just stood in the room mouth open. 

“I will explain, just let me get dressed and I’ll tell you. But can you all leave the room so I get changed please.” I stood ushering them out. 

“What about the guy on the gun outside the window?” Don asked.

“It’s fine he’s seen my boobs before.” I joked, but it flew over his head, he looked at me dumbfounded. 

“I’m kidding Don!” I reassured the man, pushing him out of the room. I quickly got changed under my towel, so that no one could see anything. I opened the doors again to the room, calling the men back upstairs.  

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Chapter 21

[rainydayathogwarts]

⋆. 𐙚˚ February fantasy 𖦹₊˚⊹

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requests are only open for my 3k celebration!!!

so to absolutely no one's surprise, we have a february full of amazing marauders and golden trio fics coming up!! my goal for this month is to write more marvel and stranger things fics, but i'm enjoying this little wizarding world era.

☆ feb 1 ☆ 1 boyfriend, 1 invitation, 2 interruptions - poly!marauders (1 bf 3 pervs au), request

you're at a lit party in the common room, and remus knows it's that time of the night when you begin to get needy. but with the full moon just 24 hours away, he can't be the one to fulfil your needs.

☆ feb 3 ☆ softening the blow - james potter x lupin!reader - 3k celebration

remus isn't the only one you and james accidentally expose your relationship to.

☆ feb 5 ☆ what about you? - remus lupin

despite having a whole fanbase of girls who want him as their boyfriend, remus is only interested in your opinion.

☆ feb 7 ☆ occupied dorm - remus lupin x potter!reader (secret relationship au!)

when Lily gets sick of the commotion in the common room, she is locked out of her dorm because you are occupying it.

☆ feb 9 ☆ god, i missed you so much - george weasley - 3k celebration

when you and george have spent the last few months doing long-distance, with you at hogwarts while he runs the shop, the reunion is bound to be good.

☆ feb 11 ☆ charmed - regulus black - (sleeping beauty au), request

you and regulus have more going on than just a one night stand.

☆ feb 13 ☆ serial kisser - bf!remus lupin, sirius black

both you and remus have a confession to make to each other... except it's the same one?

☆ feb 15 ☆ words by the fireplace - james potter - 3k celebration

sleepy conversations with bf!james potter by the fireplace.

☆ feb 17 ☆ i think i've seen this film before - ron weasley, family!sirius

when sirius found out that bellatrix lestrange was having a daughter, he did everything in his power to protect her. he never met her until one day she showed up at his doorstep the same way he had at the potters.

☆ feb 19 ☆ infatuated - regulus black - sleeping beauty au!

your relationship with regulus pulls him and one of your best friends, sirius, closer together for the first time in years.

☆ feb 23 ☆ am i doing this right? - peter parker - 3k celebration

when peter gives you head for the first time, you can't believe the question that comes tumbling out of his mouth.

☆ feb 25 ☆ more than anything - harry potter - 3k celebration

keeping your relationship a secret is difficult when you just can't stop staring at your boyfriend.

-> divider by @fairytopea

[nautiscarader]

Cuddly Falls chapter 2

(ao3)

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In which we continue the exposition

"Well, here's what I've managed to find out…"

The other clients of the diner, located just a street away from the remains of Francis' house, looked with varying doses of suspicion at the two teenagers, speaking to the miniaturised watch, connected via dozen of cables to the flattened hard-drive. The scene must have looked even weirder, where one added a naked mole rat, sitting on his owner's shoulder and sharing a drink with him.

"This is, or rather was, indeed, a drive from Francis' computer", Wade explained. "He was working on a project for someone, though I can't decipher who that was… The data is too damaged… It's a miracle I can read anything from here!"

"And what was that project about?", Kim asked, sipping her milkshake.

"Well, uh…", Wade paused, "From what I can read, he was snooping on social media, gathering pictures of teenagers…"

"What a creep!"

Kim scowled in disgust, Rufus mimicking her shortly afterwards, muttering "Perv!".

"…though he also visited profiles of adult males as well, all obsessed with collecting stuff."

"Uh, is a creep still a creep when he creeps on other creeps?", Ron scratched his head.

"Is there anything particular he was looking for?", Kim continued, ignoring Ron.

" Yes.", Wade continued, "Plushies. This was the last picture he has send from his computer."

Ron and Kim gathered around the screen, and even on the minuscule display, Kim recognised instantly what kind of toys he was after.

"Cuddle Buddies!"

"That means DNAmy, must be behind this as well.", Ron chimed in.

"Wade, do you know where that picture was taken?"

"A town in Oregon called Gravity Falls. Weird name.", he shrugged, "I can arrange another bus drive for you if you want."

"Thanks, Wade", Kim gulped down last portion of her drink, "But we need something faster."

"Got ya."

In one swift, and nearly choreographed motion, Kim swiped the equipment to her backpack, placed exact amount of coins on the counter, and dragged Ron after her, out of the diner. She checked her phone that pointed her exactly to the nearby private airport, where a plane was already waiting for them.

"Uh, Kim?", Ron interrupted her, "I know it might be weird, but why do you still use the Kimmunicator if you have a phone with a screen that's, like, five times bigger? Can't Wade combine these? "

"I, uh…", Kim paused, momentarily dumbfounded by his question, "I guess I'm just used to it. "

She blinked, wondering how she has never thought of that.

"We're gonna have to talk about this with him when we go back."

"Yeah, I mean, that technology might have been cool and all when we've started, and that's a stretch."

"Passe!", Rufus added, waving his paws.

"Alright, boys, alright.", Kim giggled, speeding up. "For now, we have to deal with that missing Cuddle Buddy."

"Heh, Cuddle Buddies…"

"What?", Kim raised her brow, throwing Ron a stern glance. "What's so funny?"

"Well, it's not like you don't know a thing or two about them…"

"Oh shut it, Ron."

And before Ron could prepare for it, Kim threw a packed parachute at him, simultaneously putting on her own. The control tower of the airport was already on the horizon.

"Wait, Kim, why would we need these?"

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Hundreds of miles away - this time exactly the same hundreds of miles away as mentioned previously - no one in a seemingly quiet town of Gravity Falls expected a plane to arrive today. One of the reasons might have been that Gravity Falls did not have an airport, or even anything resembling a landing line, unless one counted the entire elongated valley the town was located in, that once served as a crash site of a UFO.

Though, in this case, the "U" in "UFO" was incorrect. That very flying saucer that once crashed there, almost slicing a nearby mountain in half, has been identified quite thoroughly two years before by a brown-haired now-teenager, currently sitting under a tree, and taking notes in his diary. By Gravity Falls standards, it was a slow, sunny day, Dipper Pines thought, watching as his sister, her two friends, and her pet pig played a combination of Frisbee and football that until that afternoon was not known to humankind.

"Dipper! Catch!"

The boy looked up from his book and had only a fraction of second to duck when a spinning disk nearly decapitated him, instead separating him from his hat.

"Goal!", Grenda cheered.

"Mabel, are you out of your mind?", Dipper roared, brushing off the dirt off his shirt, "What was that all about?"

"Oh, come one, broseph, it's just a game", Mabel brushed him off, "You could join us, all you do is sit with a nose in your book."

And she put her hands over her eyes, purposely waddling around almost bumping into a tree.

"Not in the mood, Mabel. We still haven't recovered all the backup from Grunkle Ford's diaries. So, I gotta work…"

"Hey, look, Wendy's here!", Grenda suddenly interrupted.

Th effect of her proclamation on Dipper was instantaneous. The boy rose to his feet, and made a complicated acrobatic juggling move with his book that would have been impressive, if it was not completely accidental, nearly ending with the book's pages getting blown by the air.

"Heh, good thinking Grenda", Mabel chuckled, "Now he wants to play…"

"No, seriously, Wendy's here."

The four youngsters turned their eyes towards the slope of the hill, where a tall red-head ran as fast as she could, waving and shouting at them to meet her half-way down. They followed quickly, astonished and concerned by her sudden appearance.

"Guys, you've gotta come quickly, there's a robber on the loose!", Wendy exclaimed. "They broke into my house!"

"What?"

The twins shouted at once, putting their squabbling to rest for good.

"Who would be mad enough breaking into your house? With your dad, your brothers and you inside?", Dipper continued.

"I don't know, but that's not all", Wendy caught her breath. "Nate, Thompson, Allison, Lee, Tambry…, she kept listing, "They all had a break-in last night."

Dipper and Mabel exchanged concerned looks.

"Has anything been stolen?", Mabel raised her brow.

"Nothing from me, as far as I can see. They just left a mess of my room." Wendy shrugged. "Come to the Shack, we're having a meeting there. Come on!"

The group travelled as fast as they could down the grassy hill to simultaneously most famous and infamous building in Gravity Falls: The Mystery Shack. A small group of people already waited outside, though from the looks of it, they weren't the usual group of tourists that visited Gravity Falls over the Summer.

When Dipper and Mabel got closer, they've noticed a few familiar faces of Wendy's friends.

"Woah, dudes, what's going on?", a warm, perplexed voice welcomed the crowd from inside, as Soos opened the door. "Has something happened?"

"Yeah, Soos, we need a place to talk."

Wendy spoke quickly, squeezing through the crowd, pulling Dipper and Mabel behind her. She jumped onto the snooker table, watching as a dozen of teenagers poured inside and already cramped room.

"Guys, can y'all listen to me? Guys!"

But even her already sonorous voice didn't do much against the bickering crowd below her. Fortunately, Mabel Pines foresaw that eventuality, climbing after her, together with Dipper.

"Wendy, let me", she cleared her throat. "Guys, look at my pig!"

And she pulled Waddles high above her head, hoping that he will gain more attention. And indeed, she was right. The moment Waddles began wiggling his short trotters, the crowd fell silent, until it let out a collective gasp of awe.

"There you go, Wendy."

"Thanks", she smiled. "So, guys, we're here, cos all our houses were broken in last night. But I haven't had anything stolen, the robber has just messed my room up, as if he was looking for something. Have you noticed anything missing from yours?"

"No.", answered one teen after another, until Wendy reached Tambry, who shied away, unable to meet her friend's stare.

"Okay, but you've got to promise you won't laugh, you guys."

The rest replied positively to her request with nods and shared muttering of 'Yeah's. Tambry took a deep breath and answered.

"Okay… I've had this kinda cute, kinda tacky plushie I've got from a thrift store and kept it on my bed. That's the only thing that's got missing. Come on, laugh."

But no one gathered around the table made any noises, instead exchanging looks of utter confusion.

"A plushie…?"

"What did it look like?", Wendy inquired.

"Like a cross between a platypus and a panda. It was blue, pink, yellow, all over the place…"\

And as she described it, Dipper and Mabel exchanged knowing, worried looks.

"Okay, but why would anyone go after some old plushie?", Thompson asked.

Suddenly, there was a heavy 'thud' coming from above, almost as if someone has landed on the roof. A moment later, the door to the Mystery Shack opened, revealing not one, but two someones.

"I think we can answer that question", said the young woman, having removed her helmet, revealing her auburn hair.

[writingsofwesteros]

I’m unsure if we have some Harry Potter girlies but imagine

HP x HOTD

Aemond x Malfoy!reader

He’s probably loyal to Voldemort? but she’s like Draco forced to be a death eater🥲

He’d change when she’s forced to get the dark mark💔, he realizes all he cares about is her

He hides his emotions better but she is very spoiled and proudful aka a brat😌

I think their mothers are very similar! May seem cold but are very loving and protective of their children

Aegon x Weasley!reader

sweet puppy Aegon LOVES being around her family, so warm, loving and just right chaotic

Molly babies him🥹him and Arthur share interest on muggle things

Charlie loves sunfrye🫶

Ron’s suspicious of him(protective twin?)

He spoils them every Christmas! He loves them so much, Aemond may be hard to convince to visit but he brings Helaena with him a lot.

Jace x muggleborn/granger!reader

They’re like hermione and Harry, she’s really smart and always helping him out, he is too clueless sometimes

They both understand each other’s struggles regarding others opinions on their birth status.

Rhaenyra loves her! Always asking her about the muggle world, she brings her little knickknacks every time she visits them.

He loves visiting her muggle world, she giggles at his confused but excited face to muggle things (watching a tv probably blew his mind)

Sassy x bratty duo😌

SEXY/PERV professor Daemon🙈

ADORE ALL OF THIS SO MUCH!!!!

Oh imagine those two together; they would be picture perfect! Imagine they know each other in school; in the same circles. He's always adored her from afar. Its only when they are becoming into the Dark Lord's inner circle that they speak and he's so protective of her but he can't have anyone noticing.

Weasley girl being more of a dom as well with Aegon following her around like a lost little puppy. He just sleeps in all the time before the family breakfast. Sweet Sunfye is just the best boy ever ! So adorable and loving just like Aegon. Helaena is the sweetest even if Ron is scared of her bugs.

They are such sweethearts ; she's always making sure he is drinking water and taking care of him. They adore being in the library together and relaxing.

Professor Daemon whose such a pervert is delicious thank you...the power imbalance and everything that goes with it

[dhr-ao3]

Hot for Teacher [PL]

Hot for Teacher [PL] https://ift.tt/DfBNcU2 by ArcanumFelis1990 Draco jest samotnym ojcem, który próbuje wychować nastolatka. Nie wie, że jego syn jest zakochany w jego szkolnym nemezis, która objęła stanowisko profesora obrony przed czarną magią. Draco próbuje pogodzić rodzicielstwo, niezręczne sytuacje i własne nasilające się zainteresowanie Hermioną Granger. Words: 1054, Chapters: 1/26, Language: Polski Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Horace Slughorn, Neville Longbottom, Blaise Zabini, James Sirius Potter Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley, Albus Severus Potter/Original Female Character(s), Susan Bones/Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Draco's a DILF, Pinning Scorpius Malfoy, akwardness, Ginny and Harry are pervs and hilarious, Madam Pomfrey is terrifing, Romance, Fluff via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/kTPA6DC April 08, 2025 at 10:59PM