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[thaniabb]

Have you ever tried this one?

- ‘Juno’ -

by sabrina carpenter

favourite juno positions of our favourite gryffindors ♡︎ (harry, ron, oliver, fred, george)

warnings : this is pure smut

AN : mdni!! this is simply my opinion in which i think the gryffindors would like the most. (nameless and ageless accounts will be blocked immediately)

Harry James Potter

a gentle freak, buries himself in your neck while slowly rutting into you with his hips. placing small pecks there and then on your jaw.

absolutely adores the sounds you make, but especially when your nails scratch his naked back.

prefers this position specifically because he can look at your pretty face.

Ron Weasley

kind of taking him like a sub, liking to have you on top of him and just moving your hips on his cock, struggling to take it all.

in that case, his hands come to help and guide you over his cock.

a moaning mess when he feels your velvet walls squeeze the hell out of him.

his orgasm always comes right after yours, being a gentleman he is - he refuses to come before you.

Oliver Wood

even though he always prefers your intimate details to be spent in bed, either your dorm or his - it just happens for him to have you against the lockers.

your panties dangling in his pocket, as he pushes you softly against his locker, keeping your leg up by his right hand while his other runs circles over your clit. liking this position and using it everytime - just to feel your g - spot scratch his cock.

being the quidditch captain he is, he memorised all the times someone comes to the lockers - and in this case no one is coming.

with that being said, he lets you wander with your moans and huffs - know no one is going to hear you. the sounds only he is to hear.

Fred Weasley

even though fred is mischievous the way he is, he absolutely hates public or even semi - public sex. why? cause he believes that only he should hear the moaning mess you are for him and being able to praise his girl on how much of a good job she is doing.

his dorm, or yours - doesn’t even matter. having you splayed on the bed with your back to his front. holding your leg up in the air as his hips pick up the pace, hitting that sweet spot over and over. loving the way your head turns around to look at him, absolutely obsessing over this position.

his voice hoarse and airy, chuckling there and then. telling you how much you squeeze him and how he might just come there and then. how much of a good girl you are for him. always telling you how he senses more of orgasms in you.

George Weasley

being able to hear your angelic sounds was just what george needed, over and over. so really, public sex wasn’t for him. always needing to let you know how much of a good girl you were and what good work you were doing, even if he insists you don’t even lift a finger. it was his responsibility to make you feel good.

having you laying on the bed, your both sweet legs flinged over his muscular, freckled shoulders - with your hair splayed on the several pillows. while he slowly pounds into you, letting you adjust to his size every damn time.

his soft, brown eyes looking down at your orbs that were looking up at him - making him smile and pick up his pace. enjoying the way your nails scratched his biceps.

“oh late at night i’m thinkin’ ‘bout you,ooh”

[thaniabb]

Meant to be - F.W

- ‘the boy is mine’ by ariana grande -

warnings : fluff, jealous!reader, doubting!reader, playful tension, no use of y/n.

summary : Fred Weasley and your connection is a whirlwind of playful banter and electric tension. But as their time together grows, Fred finally admits that his heart has always belonged to her, not the girl everyone assumed. In the end, they realize that amidst the chaos of Fred's world, they were always meant to be.

AN : tried something new, request from : @savagecatsuga, tysm!! hope ya’ll like it, really kind of went overboard with my words limit. request more bb’s (just view my rules before). not proofread.

“the stars, they aligned”

It was the kind of day where the scent of rain on the horizon filled the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of students in the Hogwarts courtyard. The kind of day that felt charged, like something was about to happen, and yet, the world just kept spinning on.

You didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary that morning, not when Fred Weasley was busy tormenting the first years as usual, sending them on wild goose chases across the castle with practical jokes. The Weasley twins were known for their chaos, their pranks, and their wit. Fred’s grin was a weapon—a charming, mischievous weapon that could make anyone weak in the knees, and you were no exception.

But that didn’t mean you liked him. No, not at all. Not when it came to him.

You had tried to ignore the odd flutter of your heart whenever Fred smiled at you from across the room, or when he made his usual, overly confident remarks. And yet, every time his eyes met yours, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—you were meant to be tangled in his chaos.

It wasn’t even your fault that you started paying attention to him. It was simply that Fred Weasley had a way of making everything feel like it was just a bit more alive. The way he laughed, the way he winked, the way he carried himself with an easy confidence that felt like it could set the whole world on fire.

You didn’t know why you even bothered trying to ignore him anymore.

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It was another day at the Burrow, and Fred and his twin brother George were doing what they did best: wreaking havoc. The two of them were in their element, bouncing ideas off each other, inventing the next big joke. Meanwhile, you were tucked away in a corner, trying to get some reading done, but finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on anything other than the way Fred’s voice kept ringing in your ears.

"You're reading again?" Fred’s voice was playful as always, but there was a hint of something else in it that made your heart skip.

You looked up to find him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. His fiery red hair was disheveled from a day’s worth of planning pranks, and his grin was wide and mischievous.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you responded, trying to sound nonchalant.

Fred tilted his head. "Isn't it a little dull? You could be doing something more exciting, you know."

“Like what? Setting off fireworks inside the house?” You raised an eyebrow, already anticipating his response.

Fred laughed, a sound that never failed to send a small thrill down your spine. “That’s not a bad idea, actually.” He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked closer. “But, honestly, I was thinking about something a little more personal.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Personal?”

His eyes locked with yours, and for a second, the usual teasing glint was gone. It was replaced with something softer, something that made your pulse race without your permission. "Yeah. Personal."

Fred took a step closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space. "You and me. Maybe we could... go out for a walk? Just the two of us."

You blinked in surprise. Fred Weasley was asking you out on a walk? Of all things? Was this a joke, or was he being serious?

Before you could respond, George’s voice interrupted from the kitchen. “Oi, Fred! Stop distracting her and help me with these bloody fireworks!”

Fred sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “I’m needed in the kitchen. Maybe later?” He didn’t wait for you to answer before turning to leave, but not before throwing one last glance over his shoulder. “Think about it, yeah?”

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That night, you sat with your friends in the common room, trying to ignore the fact that Fred’s offer was still stuck in your head. You had to admit it: you liked him. You liked him more than you wanted to. You liked the way he made you laugh, the way he seemed to always know how to pull you into his world of chaos, the way his smile made your heart race every time he looked at you.

But, of course, there was the issue of her.

Her being Angelina Johnson. The girl Fred had been eyeing for months. The girl who had the same mischievous glint in her eye and the same quick wit as Fred, and who could match his energy without hesitation. The two of them made a perfect pair, and you couldn’t ignore the way Fred’s eyes lingered on her whenever she walked into the room. You couldn’t ignore the way they seemed to understand each other without even needing to speak.

And as much as it hurt, you told yourself it was fine. It was just a passing thing. Just a silly crush that would fade, just like any other.

——————————————————————————

The next week, Fred’s invitation for the walk still hung in the air, unspoken but heavy. He hadn’t brought it up again, but he’d been more present than usual, finding reasons to be near you, whether it was standing just a little too close in the halls or casually tossing a joke your way in the middle of class. His teasing had become familiar, and you started to wonder if you were imagining things.

Then, one afternoon, you found yourself in the courtyard, reading by yourself. The day was beautiful, the sun casting warm light over the stone steps and the ivy-covered walls. You were just starting to get lost in your book when you heard a familiar voice call your name.

You looked up to see Fred, his hands tucked in his pockets, his grin as mischievous as ever. "Mind if I join you?"

You smiled, albeit a little stiffly. "Sure. Have a seat."

Fred sat beside you, far too close for comfort. The warmth of his body next to yours made it hard to focus, and you found yourself struggling to keep your composure.

“I’ve been thinking about that walk,” Fred said casually, breaking the silence. “You still up for it?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, Fred leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “You know, I’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“What problem?” you asked, feeling a little breathless despite yourself.

“Well,” Fred began slowly, “I think I might be falling for someone, and it’s getting really hard to concentrate.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. This is it, you thought. He’s going to say it. He’s going to tell me it’s Angelina.

“I can’t stop thinking about her,” Fred continued, and you braced yourself for the worst. “But she’s not... what I expected.”

You blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

Fred looked at you, his expression serious for the first time in ages. “I thought I was into Angelina, but honestly, I think I’m in love with someone else. Someone who makes my heart race, who challenges me... someone who’s a bit more stubborn than I thought I’d like.”

The words hung in the air between you, and it took you a moment to process them. Your heart leapt in your chest as realization dawned on you.

“Wait,” you said, barely able to breathe. “You mean... you’re talking about me?”

Fred nodded, his smile returning, but there was a softness to it now. “Yeah, I think I’ve always been talking about you. Guess I just didn’t want to admit it.”

You stared at him, your heart swelling in your chest. Could it really be this simple? Could it really be that Fred Weasley—mischief incarnate, the boy who had spent years making your life a little bit chaotic—had been feeling the same way?

“You’re really... sure about this?” you asked, a little breathless.

Fred leaned in even closer, and for a second, everything else faded. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You smiled, a slow grin spreading across your face. “Well, it looks like we’re meant to be, then.”

Fred’s grin matched yours, and in that moment, with the sound of the wind rustling through the trees and the soft hum of the world around you, you knew he was right. You were meant to be tangled in his chaos, just as much as he was meant to be tangled in yours.

And as he leaned in to kiss you, the world seemed to pause, as though it was giving its approval.

“somethin’ ‘bout him is made for somebody like me”

[thaniabb]

hello bb’s, just opened up my request and i need your help with my blurbs. i just literally don’t have any inspiration.

i am once again warning that this blog is strictly only 16+, so please leave if your not so! (or i will block you)

Rules

topics i do not accept : sh, sa, mental illnesses, big age gap, childish!reader, abuse..

characters i accept requests : weasley twins, harry potter, theodore nott, mattheo riddle, lorenzo berkshire, ron weasley, cedric diggory, tom riddle, draco malfoy, oliver wood, blaise zabini, JJ maybank, rafe cameron

be nice with requests, be nice, respectful and patient!!

i will take requests based off of songs ( which will probably be the most best request )

anon requests are allowed! although i will prefer if you claim an emoji during your request!

yours truly, thania

[thaniabb]

Ultraviolence - F.W

- ‘Ultraviolence’ by Lana Del Rey -

warnings : fluff, overprotective!fred, no use of y/n

summary : Before his Quidditch match, Fred Weasley noticed Cormac McLaggen watching his girlfriend a little too closely. Not one to let things slide, Fred strode over and, without a word, slipped his oversized Quidditch hoodie over her head. As Cormac scowled in defeat, Fred placed a soft kiss on her temple and grabbed his broom,leaving her wrapped in his scent and warmth, grinning as she decided she’d be keeping the hoodie on all night.

AN : i just can’t stop writing fluff for both twins, i swear they hold a special place in my heart. anyways, thinking ‘bout posting fics bout marauders!

“heaven is on earth”

The raucous hum of the Gryffindor common room reverberated against the ancient stone walls, a medley of excitement and last-minute strategizing for the impending Quidditch match.

Fred Weasley, ever the embodiment of infectious confidence, lounged with an effortless charm that belied the electric anticipation surging through his veins. The scent of well-worn leather, broom polish, and the crisp autumn air drifted through the open window, mingling with the warm flicker of the hearth.

Among the sea of scarlet and gold, Fred’s gaze unfailingly sought one singular presence—her. His girlfriend, radiant as ever, nestled on the plush couch, entirely unaware of the way his heartbeat faltered whenever she so much as shifted in her seat.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one watching her.

Fred’s jaw clenched as he caught sight of Cormac McLaggen across the room, the arrogant tilt of his head and the smarmy glint in his eye making his intentions painfully clear.

The way Cormac leaned against the armrest, the unsubtle glances he kept tossing in her direction—it all sent a slow burn simmering in Fred’s chest.

Oh, absolutely not.

Striding over with the ease of a seasoned strategist, Fred didn’t hesitate before plopping down beside her, one arm draping across her shoulders in a way that was both nonchalant and unmistakably possessive.

She looked up at him with those enchanting eyes, a smirk already tugging at her lips as she took in his expression.

“Freddie, darling,” she purred teasingly, tilting her head. “You look a bit... ruffled.”

He scoffed, pressing a fleeting kiss to her temple. “Ruffled? Nah, love. Just making sure my girlfriend isn’t being pestered by some overconfident sod who fancies himself charming.”

Her chuckle was a melody he’d gladly listen to for eternity. “You mean Cormac?” she asked, feigning innocence. “He’s just being friendly.”

Fred narrowed his eyes, a playful glint of challenge dancing within them. “Friendly, my arse. He’s eyeing you like you’re the Snitch, and trust me, I know exactly how that looks.”

Before she could tease him further, Fred straightened, a sudden idea illuminating his freckled face.

With the exaggerated air of a man making an exceedingly important decision, he pulled off his Quidditch hoodie—the very one emblazoned with Weasley in bold gold lettering across the back—and, with a flourish, tugged it over her head.

The fabric, infused with warmth from his body and the lingering scent of his cologne, cocooned her immediately.

It was oversized on her, the sleeves falling past her fingertips, the hem reaching mid-thigh, and Merlin, did she look good in it. His name. His hoodie. His girl.

Her brows shot up in amused surprise. “And what exactly is this for?”

Fred leaned in, voice dropping to a murmur only she could hear. “Marking my territory, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

She giggled, tugging the hood up dramatically. “Oh, so now you’re the jealous type?”

He grinned, waggling his brows. “When it comes to you? Always.”

Just then, Cormac’s gaze flickered toward them, and the way his expression twisted into barely concealed disappointment was delightful.

Fred smirked in satisfaction, wrapping an arm around her waist before planting a rather conspicuous kiss against her cheek.

“You’re insufferable,” she murmured, though the adoration in her tone betrayed her words.

“And you love it.” He grinned, then tapped the bold lettering on her back. “Now be a good luck charm and keep that on, yeah? Gotta win this game for my girl.”

She rolled her eyes but tightened her grip on the hoodie’s soft fabric, inhaling the familiar scent of him. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned. “Ridiculously in love with you, maybe.”

As he stood, grabbing his broom and preparing to head to the pitch, she watched him go, her heart thrumming with an undeniable warmth. Fred Weasley, for all his mischief and bravado, was utterly and irrevocably hers.

And as she caught Cormac’s resigned expression once more, she decided—maybe she would keep the hoodie on for the rest of the evening.

“i would do anything for you, baby”

[thaniabb]

Is to fall in deep - F.W

- ‘into you’ by Ariana grande’ -

warnings : fluff ( bare with me ), no use of y/n

summary : a trip to Hogsmeade with the older twin was supposed to be a simple, friendly outing. But when snow began to fall, it turned into a playful battle of enchanted snowballs and breathless laughter. Amidst the chaos, they tumbled into a snowbank, laughter fading into a charged silence. Friendship had melted away, replaced by something deeper, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.

AN : i just can’t stop writing fluff, but i promise i’m working on something new!!

“all i wanna do, is to fall in deep”

The trip to Hogsmeade with Fred Weasley had started, as most things with him did, with wild ideas and contagious laughter.

It was supposed to be just a carefree day between friends — exploring shops, sampling sweets at Honeydukes, and causing harmless mayhem. But when the snow began to fall, the day shifted into something more magical than either of them could've expected.

Snowflakes swirled around them like enchanted confetti, landing on rosy cheeks and tangled scarves.

Fred, naturally, couldn't resist turning the wintry scene into a snowball war. "You think you can hide from me, love?" he called out, eyes glinting with mischief as he hurled a snowball her way.

"Fred Weasley!" she gasped as the icy projectile hit her shoulder. "You're done for!"

And with that, the chase began. Snowballs flew, laughter echoed, and spells were cast to enchant snow to dodge or multiply mid-flight.

Passersby shook their heads, smiling at the duo whose joy seemed to shimmer through the crisp air. Her heart raced as she ducked behind a barrel, gathering snow in gloved hands, only to find Fred already behind her.

"Caught you," he whispered, eyes alight with victory.

Before she could respond, he lunged, sending them both tumbling into a snowbank. The cold bit through their clothes, but the warmth of his body pressed against hers dulled its sting.

Breathless laughter gave way to silence as their eyes met. His usual teasing expression softened into something unfamiliar yet unmistakable.

The world around them blurred. Snowflakes melted against flushed skin, and the air seemed to crackle with an unspoken realization. His gaze dipped to her lips, and in that instant, the playful battle was forgotten.

"Fred," she murmured, heart pounding.

"Yeah?" His voice was quieter than she'd ever heard it.

Neither of them moved for a moment, but then she leaned in. Or maybe he did.

Their lips met in a kiss that felt like bottled lightning — warm, intense, and utterly disorienting. His gloved hand cupped her jaw, thumb tracing her cheek as though committing the moment to memory. The kiss deepened, the snow around them forgotten.

“been waitin’ and waitin’ for you to make a move”

When they finally pulled apart, their breaths mingled in the frosty air.

Fred's forehead rested against hers, and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Blimey," he whispered. "Didn't see that coming."

She smiled, dazed and breathless. "Me neither."

"So," he said, voice returning to its familiar mischievous tone, "guess we're rubbish at being just friends, huh?"

"Completely rubbish," she agreed.

"Good," Fred said, stealing another kiss, this one quicker but just as electrifying. "Because being just friends sounds awfully dull now."

The snow beneath them was cold, but the warmth between them lingered.

And as they lay there, wrapped in the magic of a day gone wonderfully awry, she realized that life with Fred Weasley would never be simple—and she'd never want it to be.

“ ‘cause i’m so into you”

[thaniabb]

Inches in between us - G.W

“shameless” by camilla cabello

warnings : gentle dom george, overprotectiveness, charlie!pervert, light smut, no use of y/n, pet name ( butterfly )

summary : George Weasley isn't usually the jealous type, but when his older brother Charlie perversely flirts with his girlfriend, something shifts. A protective, possessive side of George surfaces, surprising both of them. As tension crackles between them, George makes it clear he doesn't like sharing what’s his.

AN : first time writing smut ( light ). little teaser for george girlies.

“right now i’m ‘shameless’”

The Burrow was buzzing with life, as always. The familiar warmth of the Weasley home wrapped around you like a soft blanket, the crackle of the fireplace mingling with the sound of laughter from the kitchen.

You were perched on the couch, laughing at one of Ron's half-hearted attempts to impress Hermione with a Quidditch story, while George sat beside you. His arm draped lazily across the back of the couch, fingers just grazing your shoulder.

You didn't notice the subtle shift in George's posture when Charlie walked in, eyes crinkling with hungriness as he greeted you. "Hey, gorgeous," Charlie teased, ruffling his little brother's hair before turning his attention back to you. "Still putting up with this one, huh?". His eye’s lingering on your thighs, which george immediately gripped in knowing.

"Barely," you shot back, laughing. Charlie was harmless, or atleast that’s what she thought.

But George wasn't laughing. His jaw tightened as he watched you grin at his older brother.

"Yeah, well, she's not going anywhere, are you, butterfly?" George said, his voice light but his eyes sharp. His hand slid from the back of the couch to your waist, fingers digging into your hip with just enough pressure to make you shift closer to him, gently yet firmly.

"Of course not," you answered, confused by the sudden tension radiating from your boyfriend. George rarely got riled up — unless it was about his pranks or Quidditch. Possessiveness wasn't his style. Or so you'd thought.

Charlie raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Didn't mean to step on your territory, Georgie."

"Yeah, don't," George shot back, his voice even, but his eyes flashing. You pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm.

The moment passed with an awkward laugh, Charlie retreating to the kitchen while George kept his arm around you.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked softly, your fingers tracing circles on his chest.

"Nothing," he muttered, but the muscle in his jaw twitched. "Just don't like other blokes getting too close to what's mine."

Heat bloomed in your chest. Before you could respond, George closed the distance, his lips softly grazing yours.

The kiss was slow but possessive. His hand slid to softly title your chin up, angling your head so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue traced along your bottom lip, coaxing a soft moan from you as your fingers tangled in his hair.

He shifted, pulling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. His hands gripped your thighs, "You're mine," he whispered against your lips, teeth grazing your jaw as he trailed hot kisses down your neck. "And I don't give a damn who knows it."

"George," you whispered, breathless, as his mouth found the sensitive spot beneath your ear. His chuckle was soft and reassuring, vibrating through your body.

"Got it butterfly?" he asked, voice low. Softly tucking a stand of your hair behind your ear.

"Yeah," you whispered, breathless. "Got it."

"Good," he said, smirking. "Now, let's go find somewhere more private before one of my brothers decides to get cute again."

He stood, pulling you to your feet with a tug of your hand, his other hand flying around your waist - soft and warm - like he was afraid to break you. As you followed him through the Burrow, heart racing, you couldn't help but smile.

Jealousy might not have been George's usual thing, but you couldn't deny how much you liked it when it was.

“write it on my neck, why don’t ya?”

[thaniabb]

thania. turned 19 january 13th. she/her. gryffindor. weasley lover. silver jewellery . strong perfumes. sweet’ n’ short. bleach, blonde hair.

requests - open! rules.

16+ - required, considering that i’ll be defined to writing nsfw content for the next couple of blurbs. most content will be : fluff ( lots ), light angst, small blurbs, nsfw!!, will write about hp characters, obx and others!!

yours truly, thania