#perv!ron

[nottsangel]

Ron watching fred and reader anon here - maybe ♣️ anon, if it's ok?

Of course fred is going to make you scream even louder, and this is only going to make ron avoid you even more! Now he can't even look at you without thinking about how he cums every other night to the sound of your moans. He even managed to get your scarf for a few nights so he can smell you too.

But in turn, this upsets you because you think he hates you even more, and since you want fred's family to like you, you try to spend more time with ron. Talking to him more, sitting closer to him, even offering to help him with potions (which molly makes him accept after finding about it in a letter from fred).

Poor guy has to sit next to you in the library for hours, trying his best to concentrate on the books in front of him, but he keeps thinking how nice you smell and how soft you'd feel if he reached his hand to "accidentally" touch your thigh. His gaze keeps falling on your breasts, thinking about that time he caught a glimpse of your naked chest, when fred sent him to get something from his room, knowing you'd be changing. After every study session he spends half an hour after you in the library. You think he's studying so diligently, but in reality, he's waiting for his hard cock to soften so people won't notice him leaving with a raging hard on after you.

And when he gets a top mark in potions after all that extra work, you hug him to congratulate him and he swears he will never forget the feeling of your body against his, cock already stirring a little in his pants. Watching his brother's blushing face while he looks at you, fred's starting to feel a little pissed off though...

LORDDDDD ur asks got me screaming into my pillow….

pervy ron who uses reader’s clothes to jerk off without her suspecting a thing… ily…. and fred getting pissed off is so hot goddd. anon i am SO obsessed with ur brain this is so fucking perfect. i literally lost count on how many times i’ve reread this already <33

oh and please tell me your pronouns so i can add you to my list !

[short666bread]

the lads rolling up to the (halloween) function

[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.

[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

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

what a perv!

pairing: ronald weasley x fem!reader (usage of she/her pronouns)

request: based on a request in which ron is obsessed with fem!reader's breasts and snape notices ron's fascination, calling him out by saying, "I would greatly appreciate it if Mr. Ron would stop looking at Miss (reader)'s breasts and pay attention to my class."

warnings: embarrassment on ron's end, kinda fetishizing the female body/obsessing over woman's breasts cus it's ron and snape isn't afraid to call ron out

note: back to writing, i am! it has been a looooong time, but I'm ready to update and get on track!

y/n's head was turned towards professor snape, hearing every word of caution and wisdom that fell from the man's mouth concerning the creation of draught of living death. her front, however, was in direct view of one ron weasley, and his eyes were not focused on his professor.

instead, they settled on a pair of breasts belonging to his lab partner, y/n l/n.

ron wasn't a pervert by any means, and that was true. he was a hormonal boy who was interested in the female body - a specific someone's body, but that is besides the point.

severus snape didn't think so, as he noticed the boy's gaze. the professor paused his lecture before taking a breath, "mr. weasley, i do think it would greatly benefit your grade if you stopped looking at ms. l/n's breasts and paid attention."

immediately, ron's face grew hot and he ducked his head, ginger hair falling over his eyes. his fingers became the most interesting thing he had seen all his life, and he didn't want to look up and notice how y/n had pulled up her blouse, making sure no cleavage was showing.

snape's face grew into a slight smirk, content in embarrassing weasley for such an act. he continued on with his lesson, making sure to go without missing a beat, and eventually let the students off on their own. he'd be coming around to check their excuse of a potion.

ron balled his hands into fists and he looked up at y/n, noticing that she'd become interested in biting her bottom lip and trying to focus on the potion. he mumbled, "i'm sorry about that, y/n, truly."

y/n glanced at ron, her cheeks feeling hot, "it's alright, ron. sorry if i distracted you."

ron's heart dropped. that's the opposite of how he wanted her to feel or even say. "no, no, sweetheart," he began, "it wasn't you. i just, i'm not a perv, promise. just get distracted sometimes."

she felt her cheeks get hotter as her eyes kept moving from her textbook and then to ron, "distracted?"

ron groaned, dreading this conversation, "well, yeah, by your breasts. the shirt does wonders, they look...great?"

he cringed as the words came out of his mouth, and y/n couldn't help but laugh. she smiled, "well, thank you, ron. glad to know that you're not a perv, but isn't that something all pervs would say?"

she laughed again at ron's face turned into one of horror, and once he realized she genuinely wasn't pissed at him, he cracked a smile. ron gave her a look, "i genuinely am sorry if i made you feel self-conscious or anything."

y/n reached across the table and laid her hand atop of his, "it's alright, ron. i was just taken aback by snape's sudden announcement. but thank you for the compliment."

ron nodded his head, "okay, glad we're good, sweetheart."

the two sat in silence, neither one wanting to move their hands until ron held onto her's a second more, "can i take you out sometime? maybe to hogsmeade?"

y/n's features fell into a smile and she crossed her legs under the desk, feet kicking lightly in excitement. she nodded, "i'd love that, ron."

harry and hermione couldn't believe their ears and turned towards one another, eyebrows raised, "what?"

[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

[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

[nottsangel]

I'm late to the party but I just read that short smut about fred making the reader cum in the common room with everyone around and the only thing I can think about is that unbeknownst to you, his brother is watching.

Now, my first thought was george, because he's the most likely to pay closer attention to fred BUT, hear me out, how about ron, who you always thought hated you since he would never talk to you, and who's always kinda mean to you, but in fact has the biggest secret crush on you.

And he notices how you and fred had gone quiet, and as he's stealing glances at you, he notices your red face and fred's hand moving under the blanket, and he puts two and two together and now he can't help but stare at you, the kind of faces you make, the noises you try to suppress that turn into quiet groans, the way you press your nails into fred's arm, imagining it was his. He can sense himself getting hotter as well, a tent forming in his pants, as he tries his hardest to focus on the conversation around him, but ultimately fails.

Now, obviously, fred notices and he puts on a show for his little brother, trying his hardest to get a reaction out of you, and, as you finally cum, chest heaving and sweat dripping on your forehead, none the wiser about the voyeur watching you, ron's eyes slip from your face contorted in pleasure and he locks his gaze with fred, realising he's been caught. Bolting to his room after muttering an excuse, he tries to cool himself after witnessing your orgasm, but the painful stiff in his pants won't let him rest until he takes out his frustrations...

And, of course, que fred teasing his brother about his little crush by always being more handsy with you when he's around, flipping your skirt up, pulling your cleavage down, maybe stealing your panties and leaving them where he knows his brother would find them.

Oops this has turned kind of long, sorry

thinking ron hates you because he’s mean, but in fact, has a crush on you is so him djsjdjdj

oh my goddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is so fucking hot i reread this so many times already im literally kissing ur brain right now u genius. and fred putting on a show because he knows ron is watching without you suspecting a thing… i need a moment.

now i can’t stop thinking about fred making you scream even louder during sex to make sure ron can hear, meanwhile ron is in the other room with his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking it to the sound of your pretty moans

[averagemorrowindenjoyer]

Can I just say I hate how the fandom characterizes Dipsy?

People in this fandom always characterize Dipsy as a strange perv, and I hate so much. Why him?? There are other characters that y'all could've destroyed, ya know. In almost every fanfic I've ever read, Dipsy is being weird to Ron and being borderline rapey. I fucking hate it so much. It gets on my nerves cuz that just doesn't make sense. Literally ANY of his friends would've knocked some sense into him by now if he was like that. If he was being disrespectful or a perv to women, Laalaa or Po would've beat his ass. Same thing if he was being a perv to dudes. Tinky would've knocked him out w his bag until he finally learned his lesson. Idgaf what the fandom says, DIPSY IS NOT A WEIRD PERVERT. Y'ALL ARE MAKING HIM A BORDERLINE RAPIST WHEN Y'ALL WRITE RON X DIPSY.

[ao3feed-romione]

Ron the Perv

Ron the Perv by accio broom

Ron is sure Hermione has been checking his internet search history, and he's determined to do everything to avoid her and the punishment she's sure to dish out.

Words: 2754, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Post-Hogwarts

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43424484

[theuniverseawakens347]

I’m shitting next to this nasty ass perv, who read Duncan tweet .. post on Lee blog … he got a bonet thinking bout me walk in the door and then I did .. cocaine Ron white tribe Lee forgery Michael Jackson cheeks 🙂

[lemongrablothbrok]

Excuse me, Joanne, but what exactly were male students Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, not to mention GROWN ASS MAN Gilderoy Lockhart doing in the girls' bathroom at Hogwarts, hmm? "Just trying to get to the Chamber of Secrets"? Sure, sure. Bet that was just an excuse so they could try to perv on the girls, eh, Joanne?

[hellraiser-gorydays-kwort]

...just realized...Ron..gengar Bellingham yzzzzzameh...........🗻annD1s.... The bregent perv ronn

[daddycest-hub]

9th-DARN/NO PROB! MMMaybe... 1 Day... If I think of something Sinful for Ron & Dax? ;) They're the 2 of those 3 that REALLY get me Going! ;3 The Idea of them Perving on some New Rocket at Gym like the Gym Rats they R, Making All those Kinky Catcalls at the Best Fucking Rocket they've ever seen, Being Thrilled when he Likes what he Hears & Sees, Offering em each a Thickly Muscled Arm to Hang Off & Grope, as they go somewhere... Private, Nearly Fainting... when they See what's Between his Legs! ;3

I see what you're thinking ;) Maybe one day the muse will hit for them for me