#Bill weasley smut

[mypoisonedvine]

Humbly requesting knotting with werewolf bill pleaseeeeee I’m thirsty 🥺

oh god oh jesus oh no oh god oh jesus this got out of hand quickly...

warnings: knotting and a few other a/b/o tropes but technically not a/b/o cause reader is 'normal', semi-werewolf bill (I don't get into the specifics it's porn), size kink and some pain, breeding kink, biting/marking kink

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, but his grip was getting tighter on your thighs; you knew he needed this. It's why you agreed in the first place— but the little fucker kept stalling.

Okay, actually, not a little fucker. That was exactly what was holding him back now: knowing he was anything but little.

"I would never forgive myself, really," he insisted, "if you— if it hurt you. If I—"

"Bill, it's okay," you promised. "I can take it."

You weren't actually totally sure of that; now that you'd seen his cock, and now that you'd read about werewolves and their... mating, you were a bit nervous that he really would ruin you. But you at least wanted to try— and you knew that whatever he needed, you could give. "But if you need me to stop—"

"I know," you sighed, "you'll be the first to know."

He sighed, looking down at you and tilting his head slightly. "You're too good to me," he breathed.

"Hey, just a favour between friends," you insisted, even though it was obviously more than that; he laughed a little, knowing this was beyond the typical bounds of a friendly offering. But you'd been the one to suggest it, when he explained to you how sick he could get if he didn't give in to his breeding instinct, and he had only checked that you really meant it about a thousand times before he agreeing to it.

His cock was already hard, of course; actually, it was throbbing, like it knew what was coming. He'd been struggling to control himself as soon as he smelled you— your cunt, your arousal, he swore he could hear your heartbeat. His body longed to fill you, breed you, claim you, and it was a little more than just his newfound werewolf qualities talking... but he wasn't quite acknowledging that consciously at the moment.

He laid his cock down over your stomach, pressing his base right up to where it would meet you if he was balls deep, and almost snarled at the sight of his tip surpassing your belly button. "S'how deep it's gonna be..." he whispered to you.

You swallowed thickly. "I can fit it. At least I'll try."

He shut his eyes, summoning a few more moments of patience, swearing to himself that he would be gentle with you even if it took more self-control than he felt he had at the moment.

"I-it's okay if you don't want to, with me," you added quickly, nervous with the way he seemed to keep hesitating. "It was just an idea..."

But he was so focused on admiring your body under him, your spread legs and the wet, waiting cunt between them— soft skin, a patient stare on your face; there was a sick little voice in his mind, shouting out from one of the deepest corners ruin, ruin, ruin. He needed you to be his. He knew how dangerous this was; but it nearly killed him last rut, not being able to fuck anything but his hand. He already felt the base of his cock pulsing, ready to swell and knot anything at this point. "I want you," he whispered. "Really fucking bad. Is that okay?"

You bit your lip. "Yeah, that's okay. I want you to do it, Bill— take me. I wanna help you."

He nodded a little, before he leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was gentle, shockingly so— that was the last of his human resolve, it felt like. It was the way he imagined he should've kissed you a long time ago, if he wasn't always too nervous to try. You kissed him back, reaching up to gently hold onto his arms. You felt... little. Smaller than usual. Maybe it was your shyness, or maybe it was just that he felt big in times like this.

He pressed his swollen head to your opening, and sighed as he plunged forward. Your nails dug into his skin, but he kept going; you whined against his lips, but he kept going, going going until he was flush against you and your eyes were rolled back in your head. "F-fuck, Bill— s'deep..."

"Fuck," he groaned, lifting you up, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close; he needed to feel you everywhere, as much as he could. "Is it hurting you?"

"No, fuck," you promised, holding onto him in return, "just move. I'm ready."

He tried to be slow, really, but it was hard not to just let his animal side take over. With all his patience, he managed to keep it not-quite-rushed but still not delicate either; you whined and hid your face in the crook of his neck, so he kissed the side of your head as he tried to remind himself not to hurt you. "It won't take me long," he assured, thinking that was a good thing in this case since you were probably struggling with it. "I— I haven't at all, since... since it happened. And I need it more than ever."

He saw your bare shoulder, and he shuddered with desire.

"You're so pretty," he breathed, "I want— I wanna bite you. Fuck, is that weird?"

"Do it," you pleaded, baring your neck for him; he was totally helpless to that, and he licked all over your skin before carefully sinking his teeth in. "Fuck! Bill, fuck, I like it— I like when you do that to me..."

He growled and did it again, on your shoulder; he wanted to mark you all over until you could never hide what he'd done to you. "Tell me it feels good," he demanded.

"It feels— oh god, Bill, it feels really fucking good... your cock is— fuck!" you moaned, and he could feel you shaking in his arms.

"I want you to come first," he whispered, "it might make it easier to take. I don't think I'll last much longer..."

He held your hips and tilted them just right, so your clit could grind against the spot above his cock— which was already just about ready to knot you, by the way, but he was holding it back somehow— and he hoped you wouldn't mind that he hadn't done much to tame the wild ginger hairs there.

He almost lost his cool when you started to rub yourself on him, rocking your hips just the way you needed, moaning louder in his ear. All he could've hoped for was that this would satisfy him, but clearly you loved it too, and that made him twice as desperate in an instant. "Fuck, it's coming— the knot," he warned with a gasp. "M'gonna breed you. Fuck. Gonna give you pups."

"Bill," you sobbed, but he couldn't stop talking as he fucked you faster and rougher than ever.

"Gonna be so fucking pretty— so fucking full," he groaned, "full of me. Gonna be mine now."

"Yeah," you panted.

"Gonna be so good for me, m'gonna breed you over and over—"

"Fuck!" you whimpered, and he could feel you pulsing, creaming around him; it was enough to make a growl echo in his chest.

"Mine," he insisted again, "my girl. Say it."

"Yours," you promised, "fuck, I want it— knot me, Bill, breed me—"

He already was, as soon as you said he was yours: the base of his cock filled and he heard your words break into a shaky sob as it pushed you to your absolute limits. He'd imagined he might pull the knot out of you before it got too big, to save you the pain, but now that he was here he had no intentions of keeping it anywhere but safe and warm inside you. "Good girl," he praised, "all fucking mine. Can you feel it? Feel me breeding you?"

You were speechless, just shivering and nodding; he could feel your tears, they were running down his chest as you pressed your face against him, and he should've felt guilty for how much he loved it.

Still, a bit of sanity was returning now that his knot was inside you, his come filling you— and not a drop of it would go to waste, with him keeping you plugged like this.

He held tighter onto you and laid you back on the beg again, kissing your tear-stained face.

"Tell me you're okay," he requested quietly, and you just nodded. "I'm sorry, I— not everything I said was— you won't get pregnant, there's a potion for it."

You smiled a little. "It's fine."

"It's fine, as in, it's fine that I said it, or... it's fine, you won't take the potion?"

Your wide, teary eyes looked up at him, and he figured he might have said too much, but he couldn't find the heart to take it back. "Would you... I mean, would you let me—?"

"Would I let you have my baby?" he chuckled. "It's your choice."

"That's... a pretty big favour for a friend," you mumbled, and he laughed before he nuzzled his face against yours.

"How about if I'm in love with you? What then?" he whispered. "And if you loved me to? Maybe we could..."

"Yeah," you breathed, "okay. Maybe."

He purred happily as he kissed one of your tears away. "Good," he said, "because I think when this knot goes down, we might have to start all over."

#30k sleepover #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley smut #request

[wisteria-blooms]

*NSFW* strawberry wonderland (ii) (bill weasley & reader)

*MINORS DNI!*

PAIRING: Bill Weasley/You SUMMARY: Unbeknownst to you, you have more of an effect on Bill than you could ever imagine. And he can't stop thinking about all the things he wants to do to you in Nice. WARNINGS: sex, fingering, oral, masturbation, unprotected sex

A/N: To get me out of a writer's block, I present you this. I've only read it over it once so I'll fix any mistakes as I go. I hope this doesn't ruin long hair & tattoos for you... it doesn't need to be part of the original series if you don't want it to be. It's set after Bill and Reader arrive in Nice.

STRAWBERRY WONDERLAND (II)

Strawberries.

That’s what you smelt like to Bill Weasley. And very much overwhelmingly so as you nestled into his arm, preparing to disembark the ship that had just docked the nauseatingly rocky French shores. He attributed it to all the fresh strawberries you crushed up at the bar. 

“What kind of liquor do you reckon goes well with this?” you asked, holding up the bleeding purée to his face. 

‘Anything that would get you to kiss me,’ a voice in his head willed him to say. He swatted that thought away and instead replied, “Rum.” All his family recipes and all his female cousins’ favourite girlish drinks came to mind.

“Hm.” You turned away from him and perused the shelf for the highest of top-shelf rum. “And what else?”

“Maybe some simple syrup, a dash of lime and—,”

You slammed a bottle of rum on the table and twisted it open. Bill closed his mouth and let you speak. “Keep rambling and one might think you’re an expert at cocktails or something of that sort.”

“You asked me!” Bill said in defense, a chuckle erupting from his lips. A lush haze was concentrating in your eyes from the wine you’d inhaled the moment you boarded the ship. Bill figured his taller and heavier figure was better in diffusing the alcohol than your smaller one. 

“Whatever,”—you slid the cup of strawberry puree towards him—“let’s just drink.”

And now the scent of fresh strawberries, lime, and wine lingered on your person, stuck to it like summer honey. It was the most heavenly of scents. He imagined it would be most concentrated on your lips and tongue, and he would risk everything—a lot—to test that hypothesis. And what if that old saying were true? ‘You are what you eat.’

Would you taste like strawberries elsewhere, dare he dream, on another pair of lips?

“Do you think we had too much?” you asked him, snapping him out of his dirty reverie where he was in between your legs. “I might be sick.”

“I’m sure the sea made it worse,” he reassured you, letting you grip him tightly. He looked back at the relentless waves. Merlin, if you kept touching and squeezing his arm, he wasn’t going to make it until after you left. “And you best recover before your dinner tonight.”

“Right—ooh.” You drew the last vowel, lips rounding, which sent a chill up Bill’s spine.

Then when you let out a deep sigh into the crook of his arm, he found himself at war with himself. He looked down at your eyelashes, fluttering down to cover your eyes and traced your pouty pink lips. You were the sweetest, most innocent thing at twenty-three years old. And he didn’t realize how much desire had stirred up inside him in the past few months that he now really wanted to kiss you—Oh, what was he sugarcoating his own private thoughts for? He wanted nothing more than to fuck you.

He just wanted to know what your innocence would feel on him and his experience. But he couldn’t. He was much too old, much too tainted compared to the likes of you. What he wanted was above any voice of reason. 

Fuck it, he was tempted by the thought of ruining you. 

Bill Weasley had to wonder how he got himself in this tricky predicament as he settled into a bed miles away from home. With age came maturity and emotional growth, right? At thirty-one, he had years to leap over and meet his milestones. Clearly, he missed a couple landmarks because he felt as if he was trapped in the body of a fourteen-old boy who’d discovered pornography à la Wicked Witches Weekly for the first time.

Everything in his mind was just wrong, wrong, wrong. 

After the whole debacle with you walking in on him mid-shower complaining that your own room had flooded and him checking that it really had, you’d insisted on taking the couch in his own room. He pulled off his shirt and shut the lamp off. Then, he laid on his left side and tried to make out your figure on the couch.

He shouldn’t be thinking about having sex with you as you were peacefully asleep a few metres from him. He was supposed to be the epitome of your older, more mature (pretend) boyfriend who could will away an inopportune erection at any time. But what was consuming his mind right now was, well, the fictitious scenario where you did agree to share a bed with him tonight. There wouldn’t be a cold and empty space beside him. You’d be right up against him, unknowingly grinding up against his aching nether region as you combed through a bad dream, and teased out his erection further as a result. The fantasy echoed in his mind again and again until sleep finally caught up with him.

“Ngh, Bill,” you whined, your voice thick with sleep. 

You nestled into the cove of pillows, trying to chase away your bad dream. Your body followed suit. Your ass was turned towards him, giving him full permission and the ability to grind against you. He meant to be gentle, but his thrusts—like his breathing—were growing more rapid and frantic.

His hands weaved their way past your loose cotton top and landed atop your naked breasts. He was grateful that your shirt was cut so loose and short. His hands latched onto your breasts tightly, mainly out of lust and secondarily to find an anchor for his writing body. His calloused fingers began their usual routine of teasing your nipples. He pinched them occasionally as he continued to rub his stiff cock on your behind. You were responsive, both in the soft moans that left your lips only to be subdued by the pillows, and the wetness collecting in your cunt.

Your panties were fucking soaked. Bill could detail your folds through the slickness, and feel your spilling entrance through the thin fabric. And that thin fabric was the only thing preventing him from thrusting his full length into you. You writhed harshly when he pinched your left nipple again. The nub was standing at full attention for him. 

“What do you think?” asked Bill, voice husky as he asked in your ear. “Can you take my cock or will I have to stretch that tight pussy out?”

You responded with nothing more than shaky breath. You grinded against him, trying to shove your panties aside. “....want… your big cock inside me, Bill.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. 

One of his hands hastily left your breasts in pursuit of your panties. He shoved one side to join the other which gave him freedom to trail the head of cock against your cunt. How much better you felt without a fabric barrier was indescribable. The precum leaking from the tip of his cock met your own wetness. He felt like he was being enveloped in silk. And your opening swelled as if inviting him in, begging him to fill you up with his endless cum and impregnate you.

He dove two fingers straight into you, just to really confirm you were ready. He immediately began curling his fingers inside you, feeling the engorged, sensitive area inside that drove you wild.

“Your cock, Bill,” you whined.

His hand was drenched when he pulled his fingers out. Immediately, he replaced the emptiness with his cock. With one thrust, he entered you. You let out a sharp gasp. He knew his size was hard to take, and it always took you a minute or two to adjust to him. But he knew how much you wanted him to ruin you, begging him to fill you up to the hilt. And he could only oblige in those moments, watching as your eyes rolled back every time your orgasm washed over you. 

“Please,” you begged through gasps. “I need… need all of you inside me.”

Bill flipped you over so your face was pressed against the pillows. His hands spread your ass cheeks apart. He could see the tight ring of muscle that was clenched around his thick cock. He was really stretching you out. And as much as it hurt him to do, he pulled out.

“No,” you whined, your hand flying back to find and guide him back into you. 

“Patience,” he commanded. 

He ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, gathering enough lubrication to meet your increasing demands. And when he felt it was sufficient, he slid himself back into you, pushing past the drier spot that was cutting him off halfway.

“Yes, that’s it, ah—,” you moaned, meeting him halfway for the last couple inches. Your ass raised in the air, desperate for more of him. You held yourself up with your elbows, using them to anchor yourself as you pushed back on him. You worked through the part of him that was thicker than the rest. It was always tricky, but how fast you got there depended on how horny you were, and tonight, you were insatiable.

“Fuck,” he whispered, feeling himself being enveloped by more of your sweet cunt. You were so helpless and needy for him. When he looked down again, he realized he was completely sheathed inside you. He began thrusting, the first couple of seconds working at a steady pace. He earned a few moans. Then, he pulled himself all the way out only to fill you completely again. 

“Bill!” you screamed. Your legs trembled as you clenched around him. He did it again, and again, so hard and fast, aching to hear those delicious screams. Wetness dribbled down your thighs and onto the sheets as you lost yourself in the pleasure. 

“Stop, Bill, I’m going to cum—”

Bill woke up with a jolt. His chest heaved up and down and his breathing was significantly laboured. When he grew accustomed to where he was—the Malfoy summer house in Nice—he looked over to you. You were buried under your covers, blissfully unaware of the lewd positions he held you in in his dreams. He hoped you didn’t hear his breathing, or that he hadn’t said anything weird in his sleep. 

He felt a severe ache between his legs. He had feeling this was the most intense erection he’d had in ages. He already knew he was intensely red and swollen. 

Maybe he needed to have sex with someone, anything that wasn’t his own damn hand, but he wasn’t fond of an anonymous hookup.

Curiously, he reached past the waistband of his briefs, looking for some sense of relief. He was pulsating hard and it was barely what, seven in the morning? He gave himself a stroke, gripping hard at the base and letting go near his wet tip. He suppressed a moan. An image of you, edging him with your tongue, came to mind. 

No, he couldn’t do this with you in the room. It would be most improper and he had to hold himself to a higher standard. Instead, he grabbed a newspaper on his nightstand. It was two days out-of-date, but he figured he should get up to speed with what was going on in Egypt. He was certain that reading about excavations and pyramids and uprisings would take his mind off things. 

Not more than a few minutes later, he heard some ruffling and kicking about on the couch.

“Morning,” Bill greeted.

“Good morning,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

“Very well,” he responded. A fucking bold-faced lie. “You?”

“I slept well, too.”

You were all bed-headed, doe-eyed innocence in the white sheets and he was corrupt was hell.  

You got on your feet and pushed open the curtains, letting the sun fully stream in. Bill gulped silently, watching your legs sway around the room. Fortunately for his sanity, you had on some white shorts. Unfortunately, they were so short that any unplanned movement could reveal your panties, and he wouldn’t be able to stop there. 

“We usually eat breakfast together downstairs," you yawned, covering your mouth, “but maybe some caffeine is in order first. I’m still waking up.”

“A morning swim is the best way to do that,” Bill suggested. He was really treading a fine line with that suggestion; he was adding fuel to his own wildfires. He really loved the idea of a morning swim, he really did. But there was the bonus aspect of you having to be properly suited for the occasion, and you weren’t going to do it in those itty-bitty shorts and a tank top.  

“It’s one of the things I miss about Egypt that we don’t have back home. And it helps quell the heat, too.” He, honest to Merlin, did do this in Egypt. But not for any underlying reasons. 

“That’s a good idea,” you said with a nod. “Let’s do that.”

When you arrived at the private stretch of beach, Bill watched as you slowly unwrapped yourself from the shawl you had on. When you found the will to submerge yourself, even if it was just a toe, he approached from behind you.

“Gently grazing the water isn’t the definition of a swim, you know,” he said, lightly tapping the inward curve of your bare hip.

“I know,” you mumbled back, a tinge of pink on your cheeks. 

He jumped in without thinking and you soon followed suit. He submerged his whole body into the pristine waters of the French Riviera. When he resurfaced, he was treated to a view he was sure he didn’t deserve. 

The wet, white material of your bikini clung onto the skin of your breasts like it was a matter of life or death. Drops of water dotted down your cleavage, slowly, tantalizingly so. The weight of the water dragged your bikini straps down, giving him an expansive view of your breasts. And was that an erect nipple poking through? The cold water must’ve teased it out. 

Yeah, the swim was a bloody awful idea. 

“You’ll never catch me, (Y/N),” he teased. He sent another wave of water towards you to stall you, laughing as you squeezed your eyes shut and sputtered.

“This means war, Bill!” you cried. You outstretched your arms to pull him back towards you. You were aided by a little current that carried you closer and your fingers finally made contact with his strong shoulders

“Ha!” you exclaimed, your fingertips getting a grip on him. “You’ll be sorry!”

He held his breath as he fell back into the water with you on top of him. When he felt sand and little pebbles dig into his back, he knew you’d both arrived on shore. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw you directly on top of him. Your wet hair grazed his cheeks and—

It wouldn’t be technically wrong to say you were grinding on him, not with the way your legs were splayed on both sides of him and the pressure you were putting on him. Your breasts were planted on his chest, and he could appreciate the clothed erect nipple on his skin. And as he looked down, there was more to see of your breasts than before. One wrong move and he would have a full view of the girls. It would be such a shame if your top came undone. But never mind that, he had to resist to urge to plant his hands on your hips and—

“Bill, it’s too deep,” you whined.

Bill’s hands were planted firmly on your hip bones, holding you down, forcing you grind on him with his cock deeply planted in you. You’d enveloped him to the hilt before, but you’ve never had him like this before, not in this position, and it was becoming too much.

“I think you like it, (Y/N),” he said with a chuckle. You looked down, embarrassed at the sudden spurt of wetness that ran down your thigh from your sex. As he began thrusting, you lost any sense of speech besides the ability to give a silent moan. When one of Bill’s hands loosened their grip on your hip to tease your engorged clitoris instead, you threw your head back.

The moment you’d realized how you’d fallen, you yelped immediately and apologized. 

“Time for breakfast?” you offered impassively, carefully looping your other leg over and rolling yourself off him. Sand stuck to the side of your wet legs. You offered him a hand.

“About time for it,” Bill responded as you pulled him up. 

“That was fun,” you commented, wrapping the beach towel over yourself and slipping into your sandals. “Better than my usual idea of a swim.”

Bill hummed in agreement, saying, “your idea of a swim isn’t much of a swim,” and followed you back into the house.

When you were back in your room, you’d dried off hastily, saying you were going to be late to breakfast.

“Is there a set time for breakfast?” he asked, eyeing as you flew around the bathroom looking for a comb.

“Not really, but it’s always at eight, and I was already chastised for being late yesterday.”

He had suppressed a comment about how beautifully haphazard you looked. Your hair was half-tamed, your cheeks flushed. You looked like you’d just had a good long romp in the sheets. 

“Then I’ll join you in a second,” he promised. “I’d like to look a little more presentable for your parents.”

“You look fine,” you commented. “But that’s alright, I’ll let them know.”

When you’d left the room, Bill headed straight to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and removed his clothes. As he felt his hardening cock spring loose, his frustration grew tenfold. He shouldn’t have suggested the swim; he was going to lose circulation to his brain if you kept turning him on like this. He stepped in the shower and placed his left forearm on the wall. His right hand reached out to stroke his uncomfortable erection. 

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself. Drops of cold water ran down his back as he leaned over. He was so close already and thinking about your body atop of his, your wet cunt pushing down on him, begging to be fucked, was really expediting the process. “Shit.”

In no time, he felt the intense pressure break. He bit down on his lip to keep from making too much noise. Ropes of cums spurted out of his cock, falling into the shallow water that’d accumulated in the shower base. He heaved, his heartbeat rapid, as his strokes slowed.

When he looked down at the mess he’d made, he could only think: ‘what a waste.’ It should’ve gone into some orifice of yours instead. Maybe your mouth, where his hold on your head would be iron-clad, and he’d make sure you swallowed every single drop. Or even better, your cunt, where it would all spill out on the sheets the moment he pulled out because it was just too much for you.

When Bill felt himself harden again, he cursed the higher deities. He’d never recovered this quickly before. Again, not since he was a teenage boy. And there was what, another two weeks of you frolicking in bathing suits and sun dresses? 

You were slowly and surely going to be the death of him.

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley x y/n #bill weasley smut #bill weasley imagine #harry potter smut

[leviathanspain]

will i see you again?

bill weasley x reader

synopsis: a one night stand in egypt has him reeling about what could’ve been. bill returns home to see his possibilities right in front of him

a/n: i wanted more bill x reader and there barely is any so i had to take matters into my own hands

part two

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you stared at the bump that was protruding from under your dress. summer was all year round in egypt, but as you got bigger, your dresses got tighter and shorter, and you knew that it was time to return home and face the undying music.

a consequence of a night you knew you would never forget. he was lucky, you thought, he would never have to know your world, carry your burdens.

only thing you regretted was he would be missing out on a child’s life. his child’s life. but there was also the possibility that he would’ve never given a damn to begin with.

your lips connected and all you could taste was the bitterness of his rum that he had chugged before letting you drag him away from the tantalizing bar maids. his hand mushed into your hair, and kissed you roughly. he was all teeth, and you felt your lip in between his. it made you feel the thrill of it all as his hands roamed your body. it was dark, people were dancing around you and you could hardly feel anything but him until you realized what this was going to lead to. you were anything but someone to fuck on the dance floor like this.

you grabbed the man and pulled him close as you ducked the arms of dancers and dashed towards the bathroom. you threw the door open, seeing a woman washing her hands. it was ill lit, a neon pink decal above the mirror was your only light as you kicked the girl out with a mere gaze.

you pulled the man back onto you before slamming the door shut with the weight of his body. he moaned as you kissed him, a hand reaching for the lock, you turned it and let yourself roam his body.

he was attractive, a redhead, which was new for you but you’d try anytbing once. he had a scar on his face that made you question everything but he was a great kisser, and that was all it seemed to matter in the moment.

he didn’t bother asking your name, and nor did you, all you knew him by was- “sir!” you screamed as he fucked you against the door. you were gripping his shoulder as he was holding you. you threw your head back and the thumping got louder. he was frantically fucking you, and you felt yourself tense up as you came, moaning loudly as you shook. you felt cum trail down your leg and realized he too had came.

“fuck.” you muttered as he set you down.

the house was the same. old, creaky, dusty, hateful and wretched. but it was home. and as you set your bags down, really taking it all back in, the familiar house elf from your childhood came to greet you.

“mistress y/n.” kreacher gazed at you with squinted eyes, taking in your pregnant self, “how was your trip.” it was more of a statement rather than a question so you ignored him as he stalked away with your bags.

your father was supposed to be here, but as you gazed at the clock, you realized that you had arrived earlier than you had expected. so you grabbed your remaining bag and hauled it up the steps, following kreacher to your old room, you passed the portrait of your grandmother and the silence was suddenly filled with a shriek of disdain.

“don’t tell me you got yourself impregnated unwed! a disgrace this great house has been brought, such a disgrace, like your father!” walburga shouted, and you sneered, “i missed you too, grandmother.”

as you looked at your room, everything left in its place as the night you had left it, you realized with a sinking feeling that you weren’t a teenager anymore.

you let a hand trace down your belly, you were a mother now.

as you toured your old belongings, you came across the pictures that you had pinned poorly to your budoir, pictures of you with harry and your father, a makeshift family, you had always said. another with your old friends, cedric before he passed and cho.

a knock at the door brought you out of your thoughts and you pulled your feelings back and turned to see your father at the doorway.

you sniffled, wiping your teary eyes, “sorry, it’s the hormones.” you excused and embraced sirius. sirius chuckled warmly, “don’t worry about it, kid. im just glad your home.”

you pulled back and sirius looked down at your belly, “you too.” he talked to the baby and you laughed.

sirius grabbed your arm and pulled you into the hallway, “molly has been preparing a dinner for your return at her home.” he looked at you, “i understand if you don’t want to attend, but harry will be there.”

and now you were apparating to the burrow, a long heavy coat over you as you had failed to realize too late that no one knew of your surprise.

as you opened the door to the weasley home, nothing but the warm scent of cinnamon and honey filled your nose as you walked in. shouts and banter could be heard from somewhere in the house and all eyes were on you suddenly.

molly was practically jumping up and down as she ran to hug you. as she hugged you, you realized that your belly was bumping against her, but molly didn’t seem to notice in her joy. you had always been like a second daughter to her, coming around so often after harry had set your father free.

“i’m so happy you’re back, my darling girl!” molly kissed your forehead and she laughed joyfully. she greeted sirius with a smile, “i just know your father is so happy that you’re home, he wouldn’t stop talking about it when you wrote that you would!” you turned to your father who was now a slight shade of pink.

before you could say anything else, harry, hermione and ron all ran up to you. harry was the first to hug you, and unlike molly, he was the first to notice you were different. harry frowned as he pulled back and you exhaled. you tugged the coat off reluctantly and your bump was now in full view.

the three looked down at you with shock and you smiled sheepishly, “surprise?”

hermione didn’t care as she hugged you, screaming joyfully that she was going to be aunt.

harry and sirius exchanged a series of looks and all ron could do was stare.

“blimey, y/n, but you certainly put some weight on abroad.” he hid his shock and hermione pulled away from you with a roll of her eyes, “she’s not fat, she’s pregnant, ronald!”

you chuckled, “it’s alright. trust me i thought i was getting fat too.”

molly was busying herself in preparing the dinner so she was the last to notice your bump. yet still the loudest in her congratulations.

it seemed that everyone, your father, harry, hermione and the rest of the weasley family all made the pointed question not to ask about the father.

wouldn’t be the first time someone from the noble house of black would be a single parent. sirius was with you, and that earned you some interesting nicknames growing up.

but you and your father liked to joke that you were like zeus and athena. a mere thought turned into a child, you didn’t need a mother if you had your father.

but after he was put away, you found the much needed influence of a girl in tonks, who had done the great deed of taking you in, even if she was barely an adult herself.

and after your father had returned during your fourth year, you spent time with him until you realized that the world of war had no place for you, and you had saved yourself the rest of the despair after cedric died.

“why didn’t anyone wake me for dinner?” a voice could be heard calling down the steps. you turned to molly who smiled, “bill is home from egypt. i was assuming he was tired after traveling all day, so i let him sleep.” she mentioned and you nodded.

out of all the weasley siblings, you had only met ron, the twins, ginny and the insufferable percy. the two eldest weasley brothers had been a total mystery to you, something out of legend as you hadn’t even seen pictures.

“hurry down now, bill.” molly called out, and as he finally rounded the corner towards the table, you realized with a wave of nausea who it was.

and seemingly, he did too.

bill hadn’t bothered to properly greet his family when he came home. it would all be in due time, he excused, and made his way to his bedroom where he would continue to wallow in the sorrow.

it had been just a few months since that night but it was like she had been a siren, a woman untouchable that he only desired more of. she consumed his thoughts, his dreams, even his nightmares.

bill had to leave egypt to escape her, or at least the thought of her. but back home, it seemed to intensify even more.

all he could remember were her piercing eyes, a sight he would never forget.

as he heard clamor downstairs bill sat up and stretched. he saw fred exiting the room and he stopped him, “what’s going on?”

fred shrugged, “mum said sirius and his daughter were coming over for dinner.” bill waved a hand as his brother left and threw himself into the pillows with a yawn.

he tried to make himself comfortable but the smell of the food had snaked its way up to his room, and now all he could feel was the pain of his empty stomach.

so with a sigh, bill pulled himself together and set down to greet his family and the guests.

you gulped as the silence seemed to drag on.

“bill?” you asked and he nodded. the same man from the nightclub was standing in front of you. in a pair of sweats, ruffled hair and a cheap hoodie, he was standing there.

same facial scar, same hanging earring. the father of your child was bill weasley.

bill was astounded. hearing his name from your lips had him flown back into a muddle of daydreams. he had imagined this moment before. meeting tou again, and professing his love to you.

but the shock of seeing you with his own two eyes for the second time was enough to send him back into a slumber.

you had stood up and he had noticed it. a bulging piece of evidence from under your dress, bills mind went to all the possibilities.

what if the baby is mine? was she pregnant during and i had missed it? have i gone so crazy that i’m imagining her face on other bodies?

“between the looks of you two, i’m assuming you two know each other?” fred let out a whistle and you and bill looked at each other before answering at the same time.

“yes.”

“no.” you echoed.

fred and george both cringed and suddenly things became awkward. molly caught their hint and clapped a hand, “dinner will resume in twenty minutes. let’s all have tea in the living room!”

your father looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you shrugged slightly as he was dragged off.

bill went outside, and a cigarette appeared in his hand. he was nervous, seeing you was too much. seeing you pregnant was coma worthy, and how he was still standing was an achievement.

you followed him and stood away slightly as you realized he was smoking.

silence once again, and you cleared your throat as you moved a hand down your belly, “it’s yours.”

“what?” bill was too busy trying to focus on his cigarette and missed your comment.

you repeated, “the baby. it’s yours.”

bill looked at your belly and back at you, “i know it’s a shock. trust me, this wasn’t in my plans. but we didn’t even know each others names and i-“

bill was too busy gazing at your belly than to listen to your rant, “may i?” he held out a hand, and you stopped mid sentence to grab his hand. a reluctant step forward, you set his hand on your belly, “it’s too early to feel anything but-“

bill gasped, there it was. a small kick just on his hand. you had felt it too, and your shock was mutal.

bill tossed his cigarette and smiled as both hands grabbed your belly, “wow.” he whispered.

you looked at bill, “bill,”

bill looked at you, “y/n.”

you raised an eyebrow and bill laughed, “how could i forget the name of sirius black’s rebellious daughter who ran off into the night?”

“you knew it was me?”

bill shook his head, “i never saw a picture, i just knew of you.”

you scoffed, “i guess i could say the same thing.”

bill pulled back his hands and was now crossing them, “i understand why you kept this to yourself. a million chances and it wouldn’t be this lucky.”

you nodded, “if you don’t want to be involved that’s fine. wouldn’t be the first time i do something alone.” you looked down at your belly and held it before looking at the sun setting just overhead.

bill held out a hand, “i want to be. i want to be a father. and i want to be with you.” he was pink, a shade of embarrassment as he realized what he had said.

“really?”

bill nodded, “it might sound incredibly odd but- i just haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. i left egypt, quit my job because you were haunting me. knowing this, knowing how perfect this turned out to be makes me realize one thing.”

you raised an eyebrow, “what is it?”

bill smiled, “that you were true to your word.”

as zippers were heard being zipped, you fixed your hair. the panting of the man was heard quietly as he looked at you once more, “will i see you again?” words slurred just so slightly that you laughed.

“i hope that for your sake, you do.” you left him right after that, leaving the man to fade into the darkness just as the blasting music met your ears.

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[magicbystarlight]

Before I Knew You - Part Nine

Masterlist, Part One

I appreciate all the love this fic gets, I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get the next chapter up. Thank you for reading ❤️

Summary: You’ve spent years training under Madam Pomfrey in the hopes that you would join the Healers at St. Mungo’s at graduation. But in the aftermath of the death of Albus Dumbledore, you chose to join the Order instead. When you’re forced into hiding, you find yourself alone with Bill Weasley and his new wolfish tendencies.

Word Count: 3,507

Warnings: 18+, smuuuuut, fingering, unprotected sex (there won't be any suprise pregnacy, let's just pretend all witches and wizards are on birth control), jealousy, self-image issues, Bill being a cocky little shit, some dom Bill/sub reader undertones. Minors DNI.

A/N: If you requested to be on the taglist and found that you weren’t on it, it’s mostly likely because there is not an indicator on your blog that you are 18+ which is a requirement for my taglists.

“We can discuss it more tomorrow. After he leaves.”

You’d fled left his room quickly after. 

What had you done? Why had you offered to have sex with Bill Weasley?

You knew why. 

It was Bill Weasley. One look at him explained why. But still, it was a bad idea. He was your patient. And you were technically under his protection. It was a bad idea. Really. Truly. But you couldn’t come up with an excuse convincing enough to talk yourself out of it. 

At least he won’t be in pain, you told yourself.

Sleep didn’t come easily that night, though in honesty you hadn’t slept well since that last night in Bill’s arms before Kingsley's arrival. But the tossing and turning of other nights was stilled, your eyes boring into the ceiling until the morning sun chased out the void. 

Bill was in a far better mood at breakfast. Though the conversation was far from light as Kingsley’s plans and Death Eater activity were discussed, the underlying animosity that had been a defining trait of Bill’s tone in the weeks following Kingsley’s arrival was noticeably missing. Even as he left to work, Bill’s attitude was unusually chipper.

Kingsley himself seemed in a jolly mood as you checked him over for the final time. 

“It has been very nice to get to know you better, but I have been laying in bed too long. And I wouldn’t mind a bit of payback,” he said as you jotted down the results of the diagnostic spells.

He wasn't quite as good as he had been before the attack, but he was improving. His magic worked just the same.  As far as you could tell there had been no complications of your blood mixing with his. The logical part of you knew there wouldn't be any. But years of Mudblood being mumbled from people passing you in the halls was difficult to forget. 

“Take it slow for a couple days though, okay? And don’t skip any meals and drink lots of water. If you feel even the least bit unwell or out of sorts, come straight back.”

“I’ll take care of myself. Maybe not as well as you have but," he smiled out at the ocean beyond the window as it crashed into the beach, “I have made it this far in life mostly by myself.”

The words made your heart hurt. Alastor had made it further in life, survived terrible things, yet he was gone now. Dumbledore was too. It had only taken one moment in the wrong place at the wrong time for even the most powerful and experienced wizards to be nothing but corpses. “Still, avoid the revenge plots for a week or two. Or three.”

He made no agreement to that.

The final hours of Kingsley's stay at Shell Cottage ticked by at an odd pace. There were moments that seemed to rush by as you helped him pack away what he would need. A tent Bill had pulled out of somewhere. Some defense items from Fred and George. Food. Other moments would linger unendingly. When you were alone with your thoughts and worries as Kingsley napped. Standing beneath the stream of water as every terrible thought ran through your mind. 

He could change his mind. He could have only agreed to buy himself time to let you down easier. Worse, he could have been serious. He could actually have been serious about it, but not because he wanted you. “Well not you specifically! Just the fact that you’re, you know, a person who isn’t related and, um, of the right age…”

If Bill hadn't been inflicted with his cursed wounds he would have never spared you a second glance. You weren't ugly, not by any means, but you were no Fleur. Men did not struggle to speak comprehensively in your presence. Women did not envy your very existence. You were simple. Ordinary. Pretty, but not stunning. And Bill was…extraordinary. Even with—especially with—his scars. If he had more choices, you couldn't delude yourself into believing you would make the cut. 

Those thoughts haunted you until Bill strolled in with a wide grin just before the clock read six. Kingsley was standing beside you in the kitchen watching you plate out hearty servings of shepherd’s pie. Bill's smile didn't disappear when he took in the scene, but it tightened and no longer met his eyes. 

Dinner was nothing like breakfast. Bill's gaze was searing as he sat beside you. You could feel him shift during every interaction between you and the Auror. It was like you were under observation and he did not like what he was seeing. Not that Kingsley seemed to take notice. He smiled and laughed like he was at the Burrow again, regaling a crowd of eager listeners with well practiced tales of grandiose adventure. You tried your best to follow along, but Bill was less willing to let you do so. 

At some point after the food had been finished, he’d slung an arm across the back of your chair and let his legs spread wide. Focusing on anything other than the fingers that occasionally grazed your arm or the thigh that rested lightly against yours was nearly impossible. By time the clock struck eight and Kingsley pulled his pack of supplies across his shoulder you were surprised to find yourself able to stand. 

"Take care of yourself," Kingsley said as he embraced you tightly at the door. "I am sure I shall see you again very soon." 

"Not too soon. And less bloody, please."

"I will do my best."

Bill's ears had turned a rather deep shade of crimson when Kingsley pulled away from you. You stayed behind in the kitchen to clean the last of the dishes as Bill walked him out.

The water stung as you scrubbed. Magic could have taken care of these in half the time, but the distraction was good. If you focused too much on what would happen next you were sure you would combust. Unfortunately, you ran out of dishes before you heard the pop expected of Disapparition. It made you wonder if they'd gotten lost in conversation over some Order business and if Bill had forgotten all about you. Or perhaps he was just trying to delay the time before he had to face you alone.

You shut off the water, grabbed the dish towel to dry your hands, and turned wondering if you should check in only to have your heart try to leap up your throat at the figure standing in the open doorway.

 "For Helga's sake," you huffed, hand over your chest. "I didn't hear you come in."

"He's gone," Bill said. 

"Good." You fidgeted with the towel. "We can talk."

"Talk," he said softly. The door shut loudly as he left its frame, stalking towards you. It wasn't until your back met the counter that you realized you'd been stepping back.  "I'll be bloody honest with you.” His arms were on either side to cage you in an instant. “I've spent the last twenty blasted hours thinking about how your cunt will feel wrapped around my cock—” 

The towel slipped from your hands.

“—and I don't think I'll be very intelligible until I've found out. So unless you've changed your mind, we can talk tomorrow." 

Helga help you.

He leaned in. "Have you changed your mind?"

You shook your head.

"Words, love. Use your words."

"No, sir." The words came out so low, you weren't sure they could be heard.

His forehead came to rest against yours as his eyes clenched shut. "You're going to be the death of me."

"That's sorta the opposite of what I'm trying to do," you breathed in barely more than a whisper.

His hands were on your waist, pulling himself closer. They moved slowly down your hips and back up your waist. "Is it?"

A “mmphmm” was your only response as he cupped your face. 

“Then I suppose I should kiss you before I die of curiosity.”

His lips caught yours and the world shifted. There was no air in your lungs. No beating in your heart. Nothing but his lips against yours. You had never been kissed before. Not like that. Whatever it was that you had done before couldn't even be considered anything like this. 

The moment shattered when he pulled away. A deep breath in. An almost painful hammering against your chest.

A whispered, "I'm fucked," was the last thing he said before he came crashing back. 

The calluses on his palm were rough against skin as they slid under your shirt and his tongue slipped past your lips when the feel made you gasp. It wasn't like the awkward fumblings and hesitant touches you'd experienced with Cillian, both of you still figuring it out quietly in your childhood bedroom. Bill's hands were sure of themselves as they pushed under your bra and rolled his thumbs over your nipples.

"I can already smell you." The palm of a hand flattened against your stomach and slid under the band of your pants and knickers. "Bloody hell," he said, a long finger gliding along the slick folds before plunging in, "I can just slip right in, can't I?"

You grabbed a hold of his shoulder, knees shaking beneath you. "Don't tease me," you groaned, clenching as the finger withdrew.

"This isn't teasing," he grinned, pushing it back in with a second as you squirmed. "I'll show you what teasing really is another day when I'm feeling a little more patient."

Your head fell back as his fingers worked within you like they were magic themselves. Your own had never felt this good. Nothing had ever felt this good. 

A surprised squeak escaped as his fingers retreated and you were suddenly lifted in the air and slung over his shoulders like you weighed nothing. 

“Sorry,” he said, sounding unapologetic. The soft cushions of the couch met your back as he set you down. Your jeans were undone and pulled off your legs a breath later followed by your knickers.

Instinctively, your legs tried to clamp shut to shield yourself from the hungry gaze. But Bill was faster and stronger and pried them apart. “Don’t hide from me.” The tone was stern and your legs relaxed. The blue of his eyes had darkened like the sky before a storm as he kneeled between them. His hands traveled along your thighs, over your hips, pushing the hem of your shirt up. "Take this off." It was barely over your head before he reached between you and the couch and unhooked your bra with an ease even you couldn't have accomplished.

You were hesitant to shed the last layer as the earlier worries filled your head, folding your arms to prevent the straps from falling down your arms. The dread that he'd find you as ordinary as you were pooled in your stomach.

"Why are you hiding from me?" The gentleness of his question was a stark contrast to his earlier demands. 

"I—" What could you tell him? You were scared he'd stop finding you attractive the moment he looked at your body? No. You stared at him. He was still kneeling between your spread legs. Fully clothed. "It's weird being the only one naked."

The smug satisfaction that took over his face made you wish the couch would swallow you. 

He bent forward and pressed a kiss against the your inner thigh. "Is it?" The words reverberated off your skin before he moved to the other side to repeat the kiss. "I don't recall you having a problem with it when you were the one asking me to take off my shirt for you.”

You’d only ever had him remove his shirt when you were conducting a physical. “That wa—”

“Different?” he interjected mockingly, hands finding the crease of your hips. “Why? Because you were the one in charge then?”

“I wasn’t—it was—" His grip made thoughts hard to articulate. The worries of earlier forgotten in the haze of his fingers dragging across skin. "It was a very different situation.”

His touch disappeared and the couch shifted as he straightened. "I suppose it was." You were entranced watching his fingers as he undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing a scene you'd already witnessed but never truly appreciated when the shirt was tossed to the floor. He'd gained weight since that day he'd been brought into the Hospital Wing. Slender still, but with muscles more defined. The scars were much the same having never properly healed, though they seemed to have been pulled taut across his frame.

"Because I had to sit in that bed in that room alone with you," he continued, deft fingers now working at undoing his pants, "and undress for you," he pushed them down, shifting awkwardly to pull them off his feet behind him, "and I couldn't tell you how much I wanted to fuck you."

He was left only in boxers strained nearly beyond their limits. You'd thought it had felt big, but…fuck. 

“You're drooling, love."

Your hands shot up, wiping at your mouth and allowing the bra you'd been clutching to fall away. 

It was impossible to miss the way the fabric tightened as his cock twitched. "Well ain't that a fuckin' sight." 

Then he was over you again, caging your body between his and the couch, claiming your lips. You could feel his cock pressing against you, the fabric growing damp as he ground down. The sensations were enough to get lost in as his hands began to roam. A stuttering gasp escaped as his clothed cock rubbed against your clit when his hips bucked. His lips trailed kisses to your ear as he did it again, your nails digging into his back with a whimper. 

"Gods, don't you sound desperate?" he hummed against your ear, smiling against it as his hips pulled another whimper from you. "These little noises are why I couldn't fuck you yesterday. Wanted them to be for my ears only."

Cocky fucking Gryffindor.

“Are you even going to fuck me today?” 

A dark chuckle sent vibrations through you as most of his body stilled. “If I knew you were gonna be such a brat,” one of his hands reached down and tugged his waistband, “I’d have put your mouth to better use.”

An audible smack came when his cock was freed and fell against your mound. A shiver of excitement coursed through you as he nuzzled into your neck. His hips moved back, dragging the head down over your clit and between your weeping lips. He held it there for what must have been an eternity before you whined, “Bill.”

Your hips tried to push upwards, but his hand moved to hold you firmly in place. “Yes, love?”

“Please.”

"Please what?"

Your fingers slipped through the strands of his hair and tugged until he lifted his face. "Fuck me, please."

His gaze threatened to drown you as he finally gave in to the plea and eased his cock into your eager folds. He moved slowly, your body arching with the welcome intrusion. A raspy groan of satisfaction escaped as he filled you. Your eyes fluttered at the almost painful stretch he caused.

“Gods.” He groaned, pulling out all but the tip. “Even better than I imagined.” The force of his return jolted your body, your hands gripping his biceps to brace for the next impact as his cock retreated again. "So much fucking better."

Your soft sounds of before turned high and sharp as his thrusts wrecked you. One hand held your hip and the other held his body as he leaned forward to swallow the sounds in a fevered kiss. The feeling was all consuming, each stroke a wave of pleasure that shook the ground.  It was like nothing with…

Bill drew back, his eyes following the path of his hand as it traced down your face and neck to sweep over your breasts. He continued lower until it joined his other. His mouth parted as his gaze turned to admiring how his cock sunk into you. It was a beautifully vulgar sight.

Your own admiration was rewarded with a hiss as you clenched around him. Emboldened, you did it again. The steady pace he had set faltered. 

Sharp blue eyes cut to yours, unamused. “Brat.” 

A pleased grin broke across your face and you clenched again. Rough pressure against your clit wiped it off your face a second later.

“That’s more like it,” he said as his thumb drew tight circles around the bundle of nerves. 

He found his rhythm once more despite your involuntary hold on his cock his minstraitions caused. Your hands gripped the couch as the pleasure began to roll over you in waves. "Bill," you quivered, "I think I'm—I think—"

"No need to think, love." His thrusts quickened. "Just cum on my cock for me, yeah?"

Your body willingly obliged, arching breathlessly as you were finally dragged under.

Bill cursed, his even pace once more interrupted as he felt you convulse around him. His hips continued to slam haphazardly into yours as the air returned to your lungs. Your back had barely met the couch again before you were lifted again. The haze of your orgasam left you dizzy and clinging to Bill as he moved, only realizing he had arranged himself into a seated position when he pulled you down on his cock. 

The sensations were overwhelming, his size emphasized by the position. Your mouth opened to tell him it was too much, but the words were abandoned with another kiss. His release followed a moment later with his warmth coating your cunt.

The kiss broke. You sat there, foreheads pressed together and chests heaving, for a while. 

“You okay?” His voice was hoarse. 

“Yeah.” You pulled away, remembering his condition that had led to this. “And you? How are you feeling?”

“Uhh uhh,” he chastised, “no Healer questions when you’ve got my cum leaking out of you.”

He chuckled as you slapped his shoulder. “Fine.” With reluctance, you lifted off of him and grimaced at the feeling. “Then I’m going to shower and when I come back you’re going to answer.”

—

For the second time that day, you stood under the blistering downpour and wondered if you’d made a mistake.

The ghost of his touch still lingered as you scrubbed, taunting. Every inch of skin tingled in anticipation for more. Cause gods, who wouldn’t want more?

Despite the full meal he’d eaten earlier, Bill’s appetite seemed to have returned with a vengeance. When you returned showered he was sitting at the table in only his boxers with the remaining half of the shepherd’s pie and wand discarded beside it. "Are you hungry?" he asked, offering you his spoon as you sat across from him. You shook your head and declined with a small wave. You watched him scoop a spoonful into his mouth. He looked glowing, almost. Relaxed in a way you'd never witnessed. 

No, that wasn't quite right. You had seen him this serene once. Laying half mutilated in a hospital bed, laughing with his sibling before he'd heard of Fleur's horrified departure. 

The sleeve of your sweater became very interesting as you began to pick at it. "So how are you feeling?"

He took his time chewing, putting the spoon down and threading his fingers together to rest his chin against. "Like I just got shagged."

You huffed.

"It's a bloody great feeling, innit? Especially remembering your face when I—"

"Bill, I'm serious." You looked up at him wearing a mask you'd perfected during the years in the Hospital Wing. "There's no point in us…shagging if it's not alleviating your symptoms."

His face dropped. “I thought you enjoyed it.” 

The hurt in his voice made you flounder. “Of course I enjoyed it. It was—fuck it was great.” You rubbed at your forehead. “But I’m your Healer. My main priority is your health. And if this is not benefiting it, then we need to start looking into other options.”

He glared, accusingly. “Other options like you leaving?”

“If you can’t tell me how you’re feeling, maybe.”

You winced watching his body tense. It felt too familiar. A scene that had been played out before.

His hands fell to the table as he leaned back in his chair. “I don’t smell him as much. His scent is still here, lingering, but it doesn't bother me. I feel—or felt—content."

"Is it because he's gone?"

His head shook.

Outside the window, the waxing moon stood proudly over the ocean. "We'll see how you feel tomorrow and run a full diagnostic. Figure out how we’ll deal with the full moon.”

The chair scraped against the floor as he stood. “Right, tomorrow then.” With a wave of his wand, the food and utensil flew back to the kitchen into their proper places. “I’m gonna head off to bed.”

“Goodnight.” You said nothing more as he climbed the stairs.

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[apparentlytheproblem]

strict parents with bill weasley

u n e x p r e s s e d

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- billy weasley

a/n: I've never done him before, so im happy that i'm expanding the characters i write for, hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

Billy Weasley was the original, the one with all the cards up his sleeve and plenty of quick retorts and answers. He'd manage to climb your window and perch himself upon its sill, his favourite spot to make a quick escape from your parents.

what you wouldn't give to see Molly have a look at her son now, her sweet, obidient and charming son sneaking around and climbing fences to spends a few minutes to see a girl he's in love with.

it was past twelve, and your parents had found themselves in some meeting, a perfect oppertunity for a certain red head to keep you company.

Just the sight of you would have been enough, even just letters, but billy has always been marked as an overachiever. So why would he not take a few risks to see a sight as pretty as you? I mean he'd just do about anything to make that eye contact that would stop his heart just to get beating again when she turns around blushing.

that's all the Weasley needed, that and maybe a kiss to keep him warm on the way back?

It was'nt a secret that you adored the boy and appreciated the ends he would go for you but his presence in your bedroom was very much a secret.

it was annoying really, he could only stay for maybe a few minutes at most and has to rush before your parents take a whiff of any funny buisness, but i supposed you could say it worked.

he passed you a box of candies he's got from god know's where and leans in and goes for a peck, then quickly jumps off and leaves.

your knees buckled.

holy god he just kissed you

for the first time-

weasley just stole your kiss

and brought chocolates

oh my fuckin god

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[theravenclawlover]

🎃Kinktober Day 31🎃

Day Prompt: A combination of any day: Edging/Bondage & Blindfolds/Vibrators & Toys

Word Count: 1,807

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), filth, absolute filth, sexual content, lewd language, female reader, teasing, blindfold, ropes/bondage, edging, overstimulation, vibrators/toys, oral sex (f receiving), anal play, anal plug, and my shit yet fun writing.

A/N: IT'S STILL HALLOWE'EN FOR ME SO I'M ON TIME! HAVE FUN!

Bill Weasley x F!Reader

Maybe you deserved the torture, it was all culmination of your mistake of forgetting Bill’s birthday. Not that he knew you had, but you had totally blanked on his last birthday, and you had made up a story about how the last-minute coupon could be redeemed only once throughout the year until his next birthday. And it had been a busy year given your jobs, but he finally had gotten around to bringing it up again, and he’d used it very well. He’d ask for a night where he could tease you all night. Obviously, if it was too much you could say no, but guilt had overridden the desire to pass on the torture you knew he was capable of, so you had said yes.

And now you were tied to the bed, arms above you with ropes attached to the bed frame, same wet for your ankles, leaving room for little squirming or closing your legs if it got too much. And to add the cherry, you had a blindfold on you, depriving you of the sight that was Bill and his mischievous eyes. A look that reminded you just how much of a Weasley he was, the curiosity that took over him in moments like this was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

You don’t even know how long he’s had you like this, his fingers and mouth teasing you all over until you could barely comprehend the situation at hand, begging for him to touch you where you most needed him, and not only to slightly rub your clit or tease a single finger in before tracing your slick on some part of your body, even your lips at times, leaving them glossy before your tongue instinctively licked it away.

And to make matters even more intense, Bill was only talking to you when he felt like teasing you about your moans. It made your lack of sight all the more intense, to have to rely on his little words of indication. You trusted him fully, knowing that he wouldn’t do anything to cross your boundaries, but it was only human to feel the slightest sense of unease as you heard him move away from the bed as you chuckled at your whine.

“Shh, love,” he said. You heard a bag being picked up, then boxes being opened. “You’ve been doing quite well, doing as told. Such a good girl, love.”

You moaned at the praise, the sound of his voice a treat to your imagination. You could almost see him by the dresser, opening whatever he had come home with.

“And because you’ve been so good, I’ll give you a little treat, baby.”

Your ears caught the sound of his movements, coming back to the bed, right in front of you, watching your bare form with his usual lustful eyes. It was a look that drove you nuts, and a whine escaped you as you couldn’t see it now when he had you where he wanted you.

More noise came, a clicking of sorts, and then he was climbing the bed, knees digging into the mattress. You felt something cold land by your twitching thigh and something right between your legs. Your heart was pounding in your ears as your batted breaths covered the rest of the noises you could catch. You felt heat on top of you, and you knew it to be Bill, and then his lips placed a soft kiss in the valley of your breasts, and then another above each breast until his lips were kissing your parted ones. You whined as his tongue traced your bottom lip, taking in the taste of you that lingered there. The kiss was soft compared to the need you felt, but you followed his pace but as you pushed your mouth harder against his, he pulled back with another chuckle. The tease.

He moved away, and you heard the faintest of snaps, a second of silence, and then another snap, almost a click.

“Wh-” but the question died in your throat as you felt a slick finger tease your asshole. “Bill.”

“It’s alright, love, nothing new,” he said, you could almost hear the grin. “Well, at least not yet.”

You didn’t ask for more information as his forefinger pushed in with small pressure. You moaned at the intrusion, the smallest of discomforts and then you moaned even louder when Bill pushed forward to mouth at your slick folds.

“Aw fuck,” you cursed, head trashing as your hips tried to bulk higher, almost trying to get away as the hours of being starved of the feeling of his mouth became too much, your body unable to take the sudden touch. Your hands clenched as you tried to reach for him. A whine escaped your mouth, a plead of his name. But Bill grinned against you, his tongue burying inside your slicked hole while his finger fucked your ass, following a rhythm that had you crying for him, his name suddenly becoming a prayer, Bill being your god.

And in minutes you felt it, the need to cum, that heat pooling on your stomach until the band that held it snapped, but that sweet feeling didn’t come. Bill pulled away, only leaving his finger to open your asshole for him.

“Not yet, baby, can’t have you cumming yet.”

You pleaded in what you hoped were coherent words, but something told you it was nothing but sobs and gibberish as your hips trashed in their limited movements. Bill added more lube, making you flinch and whine, and it was a mess of stickiness from your overflowing slickness and the lube with his saliva. Another finger joined his pointer, and you were gasping as the stretch did nothing but ask your orgasm to stay there, stuck and awaiting the opportunity to snap out of you.

But it didn’t come, not even when his fingers had fucked you to his satisfaction, and you were babbling pleas which he could only chuckle at before offering a teasing kiss or lick to your pussy.

But then he was moving slightly around, and when his fingers left you completely you almost screamed in agony for him to come back, but your whine was rewarded with more lube before the feeling of cold metal pushed back your rimmed hole.

“Shh, that’s it, love,” he cooed. “C’mon, baby, take it just like that.”

Bill pushed the plug slowly, making you feel every inch of the thing. His fingers had definitely been some help, but you still struggled to breathe a bit by the time he had pushed it flush against you.

“Breathe, darling, can’t have you passing out,” he said, a kiss to your thigh for reassurance. “We haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

You felt the blindfold get wet with small tears being dried by it, you were feeling so much, but you were not about to throw the white flag when you hadn’t even gotten your orgasm.

“Bill, p-please, needa cum,” you pleaded, ass clenching around the plug which made your cunt clench harder around nothing.

“Alright, baby, I’ll give you something,” he said against your lower tummy, a kiss there as his hand did something you couldn’t see nor quite make out the sound off. But the slightest of clicks made you flinch. “Now, I know you want to cum, but don’t. Unless you want to spend the rest of the night tied to the bed while I get off over and over. Leaving you on the verge until we get to fuck again.”

“O-ok, p-please,” you moaned. The shiver that went up your spine was a small reminder of the last time he’d done that to you. Hours of edging resulted in days of it until he had finally let you cum around his cock.

But when you had made your promise you hadn’t expected the sudden click of a vibrator, and then you hadn’t expected it to be so loud when it got near you, nor had you expected the assault of it against your stiff and sensitive clit.

You cried out as your hips trashed, head moving as if trying to rid of the blindfold to watch as Bill pressed the vibrator to you while two of his fingers dipped inside of you like it was nothing. You were clenching around them and the butt plug, your walls unable to do nothing but squeeze whatever tried to give you beyond the pleasure and stimulation your clit was receiving.

You knew Bill was talking, you could feel his breath against your quivering thighs, but you couldn’t make it out. Your ears could only pay attention to the vibrator that was offering you so much but torturing you in heights, and the squelch of your cunt as Bill fucked you with his fingers, which quickly added up to three as your soaking cunt accepted more abuse before almost regretting it. You were gasping, moans only coming out in short sounds as you could barely focus on not cumming because you weren’t sure if you could take hours of denying your next orgasm if this was what it would be subjected to again, and then it would be harder because your clit wouldn’t be able to take it. And if you held back now, maybe Bill would be merciful enough to give you a break before assaulting you again.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” you made out from above the noise you were making, “good girl, love. Good fuckin’ girl.”

“Bill,” you warned as the wood of the frame cracked under your pull.

“Cum.”

And it was like something had hit you with a spell right on your stomach, letting the band rip to the point of becoming nothing but dust as your orgasm crashed and burnt you.

A gasp and a sob were the only sounds you made out as your hips rose off the bed, feet digging into the bed as best they could as the vibrator was still forced against you. Your orgasm gushed out of you like it knew no end, making your body tense and quiver like a woman in possession, eyes rolling back in the darkness that it had been submitted to, nails digging into your palms as your ears rang with the faint sounds of your squirting, Bill’s groan, and the damn vibrator still assaulting your clit. Forcing your orgasm to prolong obscenely.

When Bill turned off the vibrator and let it drop, so did you. Your body slumped like a limbless thing.

You didn’t even notice Bill kissing your body softly, praising and cooing at you as his wet chest and hair dragged against you. His lips were soft and practically cold against your feverish skin. You twitched when his lips got near your ears, voice deep and beyond husky.

“Ready for more?”

#theravenclawlover #Kinktober 2022 #Bill Weasley #Bill Weasley smut #Bill Weasley x reader #Bill Weasley x reader smut #Harry Potter

[keykeep]

Kinktober Day 6:Punishment- Bill Weasley

Warning: teasing,cockwarming,riding,female masturbation ,edging,vaginal sex.

The burrow was crowded enough with seven kids but as they grew up and got partners the space became awfully cramped,especially on a typical night watching a muggle television Arthur Weasley had brought home from work.

So here you were sitting on your boyfriend Bill’s lap enjoying family time. Him with his arms around your waist or him playing with your hair absent mindedly as you watched the movie.

You wiggled your hips against your boyfriend's lap to get comfortable when you felt his cock twitch.You started to feel something hard so you reposition yourself but it doesn't go away.

This gave you a idea. You reached across to get some snacks off Ginny making sure to stand up and sit down again. Still feeling it grow beneath you.

You felt Bill shift his body around, as he tightened the grip around you he whispered into your ear “you can feel what your doing to me baby girl”. You bat your eyelashes to him innocently “no, what is it?” You whispered. “This is a dangerous game to play with me pet” he said kissing your neck.

He was right you could feel him fully hard now against your ass and it was making you horny too. You palmed his erection subtlety as you slowly dragging your fingers over his cock. He slyly unzipped the zipper on his pants slowly as to not arouse suspicion of his innocent family. He subtly took his cock out of his pants.

“Now sit pet” he commanded into your ear. You obeyed his commend sliding onto his cock. “There’s my good girl, now let me hold you while we watch the movie” he whispered drawing you back to his chest and wrapping his arms around you to hold you casually. He seemed completely unfazed while you were squirming, choking back any whimpers and practically panting.

Bill chuckled at your needy misery as his movements pushed his cock deeper inside you. You bite your lip harder while rocking your hips back and forth desperate for a release as you moaned softly.

“Quiet baby, they’ll hear you” he whispers, it takes a while before you relax and are able to concentrate on the movie. That was until Bills large hand rests on your thigh before moving upward. You try to focus on the tv paying no mind to his fingertips burning holes into your skin.

You groan quietly as you move your hips riding your boyfriend slowly as well as you could in your compromised position. His grip around your waist tightens trapping yourself in position.

You turn to look at him as the smile on his face grows, “still,baby girl let’s watch the movie” you whimper in reply trying to squirm in his lap once again. “Needy pet you are, desperate for my cock aren’t you?” he kisses your neck. “Be a good little cockwarmer and maybe I’ll make you cum later”

You tried concentrating again as he absently dragged his hand up and down your thighs. A finger brushes against your clit and you desperately try not to react.Bill not happy with no reaction continues to flick your clit in the dark.

You tighten around his cock earning a chuckle from Bill, you grasp onto his shirt moaning softly in his ears as your orgasm builds slowly a wave of pleasure rushing through you. Suddenly his fingers stop stroking you as you almost scream in frustration, not caring his family is right there.

You stood up and with shaking legs walked slowly out of the room and upstairs to the bathroom. You whimpered as the climb seemingly took forever. You finally reached the bathroom door turning on the lights as you were pushed inside and the door shut and locked behind you.

You turned to face your boyfriend “did you come up here to finish the task without me?” You nodded in response. “Very well” he said kissing you and lifting you to sit on the sink. Both of you removing each other’s clothes as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. Moans were now not as soft as they were downstairs.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he plunges his huge cock inside you once again with constant rough thrusts. You groaned as your orgasm approached a second time. Desperate to cum your fingernails dug into his back holding onto him as you began shaking with pleasure. “ cum for me baby, your punishment is over” he said through his clenched teeth.

Your orgasm took over as his followed shortly after filling you full of his cum. “That was way better than any muggle movie” he said stroking your hair as he pulled out of you. “Definitely, but we should clean up before we go downstairs” you said “shower with me?” he pouted.

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[angelblacksmith]

Bill Weasley Masterlist

Headcanons

Dating with Bill Weasley

One- shots

coming soon...

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[sunflowerdarlingx]

Kinda miss writing for Bill Weasley, hopefully so inspo presents itself for when I finish uni in a couple weeks 🤩

Bill Weasley master post

#bill Weasley smut #bill Weasley x reader #bill weasley one shot

[mypoisonedvine]

Happy 30k to one of my favorite writers!!! You’re seriously so incredible and passionate and I love your work so so much.

Sleepover request if you feel so inclined: Bill Weasley and either sex pollen, werewolf shenanigans, or having to sneak around 12 Grimmauld Place

Cheers!

okay this was literally me reading all your different ideas

but I went with sex pollen and it turned out super long! and I had to rewrite it twice!

warnings: normal sex pollen stuff like dub con and rough sex, plus overstim, cheating, and creampie <3

length: 2k

“We can’t,” he kept repeating, more to himself than to you now.  “We can’t, we can’t…”

He said it with every panting breath— each breath that made his exposed, sweaty, toned chest rise and fall, each breath that passed through his slack, plush lips…

He was on the floor, across from you, where you’d fallen when standing had become too much; he leaned his back against the wall, and kept an arm draped carefully over his lap where you knew a bulge must have been threatening to burst through his corduroys— if this was affecting him at all like it was affecting you, which it looked like it was, considering you were both laying on the potion room floor.

Because this was where it all began: it was your idea to mess with some rare ingredients for fun after a long day of curse breaking, and you had to invite your favorite-coworker-turned-best-friend, because you did damn near everything together.  Everything, except the thing you couldn’t stop thinking about now.

He knew right away what you’d (accidentally) made, and what it would do to the two of you just from breathing the fumes.  He tried to warn you, but once it started there was no way to stop it— we just need to ride it out, he’d said, but remembering that while you looked at him now just made you thinking about riding him.

“We can’t,” he panted again, his prayer.

“Right,” you agreed, eyes running up and down his form as you felt his stare all over you.  “We can’t… why can’t we, again?”

He smiled a little, barely having the energy to laugh, and you just wanted to lick his teeth.  What’s gotten into me?!  “We… we’re coworkers,” he reminded you.  “We shouldn’t.”

“Well, it happens.  Two of our coworkers are fucking already.”

His eyes widened.  “Which ones?”

“I’ll tell you if you touch me.”

“Damn it,” he groaned.  “It’s not just that— we’re friends.  Really good friends.  It’s not… it could mess things up with us.”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, even though you didn’t really care about whatever crap he was coming up with— another pang of need hit you between your legs, and your thighs clenched together.  

“And then there’s, you know, the boyfriend,” he added.  

“Right!  Yes, my boyfriend,” you agreed.

“He wouldn’t like it much if we…”

He trailed off, and you nodded.  “Yeah,” you sighed, “him.  You know, er… that guy…”

Bill sighed; “You forgot his name, didn’t you?”

“I think it starts with a ‘J’...”

He closed his eyes.  He was just as desperate as you, but he had enough logic to know that the effects would fade, and you wouldn’t be able to take back what you did under them.  And he was much more scared of you regretting this than of getting beaten up by the J-something guy.  “Whatever his name is, he… definitely exists,” Bill promised you.

As much as your boyfriend certainly did exist, you just knew that he could never make you feel like it would feel to jump Bill right now— to give in to every filthy desire coursing through your veins.  “It hurts,” you whispered.

Bill swallowed, and you watched his throat bob.  “Yeah,” he nodded in agreement.

There was a longer silence, and you shut your eyes, and you tried to think of anything else.  You tried to ignore the growing patch of wetness in your panties, the heat in the air that clung to your clothes, the way Bill looked with his shirt open to cope with the heat, the way Bill looked at you—

You bit your lip.  “Bill,” you said, and he just kept looking at you.  “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this to you right now.”

He watched you with that heavy, dark stare, and you wanted to drown in it.

“Please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, shutting his eyes and writhing a bit against the wall.  “Don’t.  I have a hard enough time saying no to you already, before all this.”

“I know,” you whimpered, “and I know you can take this pain away, Bill, I know you can make it stop— please, I fucking need you right now—”

He shut his eyes tight, he hissed through his teeth, he tightened his fists at his sides and you could swear you saw his hips buck up in the air just a bit.

“I’ll be good— please, I’ll do anything—”

“Shut up,” he demanded.

“I wanted this,” you admitted, finally, “I thought about it.  Before now.”

In an instant, he was up and he was dragging you by the ankles to lay flat on the floor, under him.  “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he warned with a growl.

It was like you could feel the vibration of his voice right in your cunt.  “Never lied to you, Bill,” you promised, “I just never told you— I thought you didn’t— you never— but I wanted you—”

Before you could finish the thought, not that you’d finished any of those thoughts, he slammed his lips down on yours and kissed you so good that it already felt like a huge wave of relief; you reached up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, desperate for more.

He groaned as his kiss moved to your neck and chest, his hands tearing ferociously at your clothes.

“You’re a better friend than me,” he admitted as he stripped you.  “I lied to you, all the fucking time— I wanted you more than anything— been mad for you since the beginning, really— god, if you’d told me…”

“S-sorry,” you whimpered, addicted already to his hands all over you, lifting your hips so he could slide your panties down your thighs but gasping when he snapped them at the side and tossed them away instead.  In a second, he had two fingers inside you, then three— you decided it was just the potion making you so wet.  

“Pretty cunt,” he decided as he scissored his fingers inside it.

“Fuck, Bill— just fuck me,” you moaned.

“Want you ready first,” he insisted.

You were thankful for the preparation, no matter how hasty it was, when he opened his trousers and got out his aching cock: it was so goddamn thick, if you were any less delirious you’d be afraid it would break you.  Instead, you just licked your lips.  “Need it in me, Billy, c’mon— need you inside me—”

He still spit on it first, even though you were dripping; maybe he just knew it would drive you just that much more wild.

It was so sudden, how he shoved himself inside you, and in a moment he was balls deep and you were arching your back up off the floor and he was holding your hips as he moaned.

There was nothing patient about it, neither of you could take that: it was rough and fast and desperate, the way he fucked you.  With him finally inside you, you had enough wherewithal to start relieving him of his clothes— his vest first, then his shirt which definitely lost a few buttons on your way, and then your feet helped push his trousers down his thighs because you just felt like being skin to skin with him was the only cure.  He seemed to agree, with the way he pressed his chest to yours and held you close and kissed you hard; you moaned against his lips until you couldn’t even keep your head up anymore and it fell back to the floor limply.

“You thought about it,” he recalled, “you wanted it.”

You nodded, dazed.

“Was it like this?”

You smiled a bit, shaking your head.  “Not quite like this— you’re so sweet, Bill, I thought you’d be sweet with me…”

“I would, fuck, I would’ve,” he promised, “but I can’t slow down— you feel so fucking good, I swear I can’t slow down—”

“No, don’t,” you whimpered, “feels perfect, Bill, fuck me just like this— fuck me like—”

He waited for you to finish, and you just choked on the words.

“Like—”

“Spit it out, then.”

“Like I’m yours,” you blurted out.  “Make me yours.”

He grabbed you by your wrists and pinned you down, fucking you even harder, watching you come around his cock— and he still didn’t slow down, not even when you were sobbing and writhing under him with your back arching up off the floor, not even when the only thing you could say was his name, not even when your body could barely take it anymore.

He hardly even slowed down when he came— he did, for a moment, but then he just started up again and came inside you again, and again.  Only the fourth time was he totally spent; and you, you were a total mess as he collapsed on top of you, numb inside and out and not even sure what was real and what was a fever dream anymore.

But you were right, the pain was gone.  Slowly, but surely, the delirium faded as well, and reality set in.

The longer the silence went on, the more you knew it needed to be broken.  “Has it worn off for you, too?” you asked hesitantly, and his breathing changed; he’d almost fallen asleep, you realised, and you sort of regretted waking him.

He lifted his heavy head from your chest, but kept it close as he looked down at you.  “I think so,” he breathed, “I hope so, don’t think I could go again if I wanted to.”

Another, much shorter, silence filled the air.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded.  “Yeah— a lot better than before.”

He nodded, too, and there was something awkward about it, but not in the way you expected: it was awkward because you were wondering if he felt the same way you did about this.

You could feel his come leaking out of you, even with his cock still inside— there was too much to keep in you, it was literally overflowing, puddling under you.  When he tried to pull out, though, you instantly wrapped your legs around his hips to keep him in you— he gave you a quizzical look.  “S’gonna hurt,” you frowned.  “I’ll be sore, probably for days.”

He seemed to be trying to hide his reaction to that, but you felt his cock flex against your walls.  “Have to separate sometime,” he noticed, “some of us have work tomorrow.”

“Both of us have work tomorrow,” you corrected, but that only reminded you both that you worked together and this actually just fucking happened.  The lingering question that loomed over your heads grew a bit bigger.

“I… I won’t hold you to anything you said,” Bill offered softly.  “You were poisoned.  Hopefully your boyfriend will understand that, too.”

You glanced to the side.  “Yeah, that he might understand… but how long I’ve been thinking about you?  He won’t be as sympathetic to that.”

Bill smiled a bit, looking down at you with the most overwhelming tenderness in his stare.  “Tell him tomorrow,” he requested.

“So you can fuck me again tonight?” you assumed.

“No, I— Merlin’s beard, woman!” he widened his eyes.  “I just wanted a night’s head start before he comes after me, to set me straight for shagging his girl on the floor!  You— again?!  What happened to ‘sore for days’?”

You shrugged.  “Just wanted to give you a chance to be sweet with me, like you said.”

“You’ll get your sweet lovemaking in three-to-five business days,” he sighed.  “My poor cock’s gonna fall off otherwise.”

“Oh please, your ‘poor cock’ had the time of its life today,” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe, but I would’ve rather been able to fuck you properly, not… like this,” he sighed.

“If this isn’t a proper fucking, I shudder to imagine what is,” you laughed.

“No, I mean— to take my time with you.  Savour you.”

“Yeah, like a steak,” you frowned, but he laughed.

“I can tell it’s you again, you’re being mean to me like usual,” he grinned.  “I missed it.”

“I can be mean to you in bed, Weasley— that can absolutely be arranged.”

He smirked.  “So that’s the last time I’ll get to hear you beg for me?”

Raising your eyebrows, you replied, “I never said that.”

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley smut #30k sleepover #request #this took two fucking hours #im so sorry #but i had to do what i had to do

[wisteria-blooms]

Hey! I just finished long hair and tattoos and it's be a lie if i say it wasn't one of the best fics I've ever read! I'm in love with the fic, the slow burn, the sibling banter with Draco (for first time ever Malfoy family was tolerable) the chemistry with twins and everything else!! Also I'm so bummed because I was expecting some steamy smut (not too late to add an smutty chapter don't you think?) But as I said I love it soooooo much and thank you for this amazing fic!! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed the family dynamics/banter. I love the idea of an uppity family having to deal with their daughter's upsetting choice of.... boyfriend. And having the twins as your supportive but devious best friends is the dream.

So, speaking of smut... I wrote the series before I got around to reading more and realized all/most romance books have an obligatory smut scene. I recently wrote strawberry wonderland (ii) from Bill's perspective. I think it was a horny outlet for me. But I think I can wedge something else in... so stay tuned.

I have two possible Bill Weasley smut fics in the works. I'm happy to share some excerpts but it's all unfinished, unedited drafts... so be warned. MINORS DNI.

The first one is called empty bars:

“Our department’s budget is going up.” You changed the topic, not wanting to know what anyone was saying about you. “You remember that Perce and I work together, right? As soon as we got wind of the good news, we went out for a glass of wine.”

Bill raised his eyebrows. “You got Percy out for wine?”

You did a little shimmy of victory. For once, there was a genuine smile on your face. “I know what makes him tick, I guess.”

When the bartender came back, noticing your drained glasses, Bill called for another round.“You’re quick,” he remarked. “I didn’t know someone like you could handle so much liquor.”

“You’ll have to try me,” you said with a smile. “I’m in the mood nowadays, I guess.”

Bill leaned back and took another sip. You watched his lips tight around the glass, and you wistfully wished they were around something else. Something more receptive.

“How ironic that Percy is the only one with any taste?” he laughed blithely, his tone suddenly sharp and biting. “Besides me, that is."

“What do you mean?” you asked, but you knew what he was talking about. The light overhead did no good in concealing the blush that was spreading over your cheeks.

You were intimidated by his gaze, so you focussed on the spare hand on the whiskey glass. The sheer size of his hand made the glass look like a child’s plaything. He could make the circumference of your bare waist amount to nothing if he wanted. You know what you wanted to.

“You know very well what I mean,” he stated, his right eye creasing into a half-wink as he stared over you. Then he set his whiskey glass down and leaned over to you and whispered, his lip just inches from the skin of your cheek, his voice butter, “Don’t play coy, (Y/N).”

“I am not,” you retorted weakly. His words drew some goosebumps. Was Bill Weasley flirting with you or were you so touch-deprived that you were wrongly assuming so? You turned around to face him, trying to stand by your words but you were unravelling quick. His eyes were so gorgeous. He was so close you could identify hazel specks near the rim of blue.

A delicious smirk unraveled on the eldest Weasley’s face. It looked so good that you wanted to fucking kiss it off him. “Are you the type of woman that likes things spelled out for you?”

“No,” you countered quietly. You were so nervous that you were chugging your liquor instead of cherishing it, but if it meant breaking free of any social constraints, you were happy to almost be done your second.

“Let me verbalize it, then. Look at yourself.” You couldn’t follow his demand. You were too busy looking at Bill still, indulging in his strong nose bridge down to his slightly chapped lips. You were burning, dying, to kiss them. “You’re young, accomplished, hard-working, successful, smart, and beautiful.”

You wondered if he’d performed Legilimens on you, because you’d said the same thing to yourself moments earlier. Now you were more than concerned if he could read your mind because his hand had travelled up the slit of your dress, gently caressing your bare thigh, and your mind was a mess of nervous neurons.

“I could say the same for you,” you complimented. ‘Weak,’ you chided yourself. You were going to lose Bill’s attention with your attempt at flirting and go home alone tonight.

“Unlike some of my brothers, I turned out pretty alright, didn’t I?”

“One is a genetic train-wreck,” you said too quickly. You were immediately remorseful for the comment. Fred was still Bill’s brother—family. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” You gestured to your bartender, seeking a third round.

“I know what you mean,” Bill assured, his words unapologetic. “The greatest thing he’d ever had this entire life fell right onto his lap and he fucked up because of his own immaturity.” He didn’t even mention Fred by name but there was a shared knowledge that it was him you were talking about.

 His gaze was intense, ocean blue eyes darkening like the storm outside. “Do you know why that is, (Y/N)?”

Your breathing became laboured. “No.”

“It’s the sad state of being a boy,” he explained. You shouldn’t have, but you inched closer, letting Bill’s hand, thinly veiled from public view by a few degrees, travel dangerously higher up your thigh. “Let me show you what it’s like to with a man.”

The second one is called 'paradise potions'. IT'S THE SEX POLLEN TROPE, DON'T JUDGE ME.

He was still ever so handsome, with his soft ginger locks that framed his sharp cheekbones. His blue eyes glinted in the morning sun. You peeked at his chiseled jaw and his--dare you say--kissable lips. His t-shirt barely hid the muscles in his arms. He might’ve been tall and predisposed to being lankier compared to Charlie, but you knew he worked out plenty. 

You were so busy being entranced by Bill that you’d lost track of time and space. It was the best daydream, sitting in front of him, surrounded by faint windchimes and the chirping birds outside to the window. You were imagining a domesticated life with him here when suddenly--

A large explosion jolted you and Percy. You yelped and ducked. The others were unfazed.

“What was that?” you asked, trying to settle your heart. 

“Fred! George!” Molly cried, walking over to the stairs with her spatula still in hand. “What have I told you about your experiments?"

“Sorry, mum,” George said, running down the stairs, a smidge of ash on his face. “That’s it for today, I promise.”

“I don’t want to hear this again, ever!” Molly shrieked. Then, she calmed down when she realized she was in front of guests. “Well, if that’s it, then help out a little bit, won’t you? We have to get going in less than an hour.”

“Sure thing,” George said with a smile. He ran over to the table and to the coffee pot. He gave it a jiggle, letting the remaining liquid slosh around. “Anyone need a top up of their coffee?”

“Mum made that pot, you can trust it,” Percy advised.

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then looked up at George, “I wouldn’t mind a cup.”

George sauntered over and poured you a cup. “Coffee, Bill?” he asked. 

“That sounds good,” Bill responded.

“You’ll have to wait another ten minutes then,” George said with a frown. He tapped the empty glass container. “I’ve just run out. If only (Y/N) didn’t drink for two.”

“Quit it,” Percy warned with a low tone. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. You were about to offer Bill your cup when Percy held out a hand to stop you. 

“Keep it,” Percy countered as she shoved the white mug back to your side. “I wouldn’t trust anything they put out. I’m glad it’s you that took the last of what mum made.”

While Percy could be harsh on his siblings, you were grateful for his looking out for you. To be fair, you were also skittish around Fred and George. They weren’t as easy to read as other people. A friendly smile could mean something sinister. 

Then...

Bill raised his hips up to help you bring the last bit of his undergarments down. You closed your eyes when you felt something whip out in front of your face. 

Well, Bill was clearly very well-endowed. You had nothing but anatomical pictures and the circumference of your wrist to compare him to, but even you knew he was bigger than average. Not only was his cock hefty and veiny, but his balls were very present. 

“I reckon I was cursed or hexed by someone,” he concluded. “It’s not like me to be so….”

He gestured to his raging erection. “Can you… do you mind?” He attempted to lift his hands, but they gravitated down to the bed. “I’ve tried but it’s made it worse, and now I can’t even manage to move my arm.”

“I’ve never, erm,” you started. A rush of heat kissed your cheeks. You didn’t want to admit to Bill that Fred was right and you were a virgin. You reckoned he would’ve found it uncool. “I’ve never done this with anyone.”

He chuckled suavely. “I figured.”

You wanted to shrivel up and die. 

“But it’s fine,” he said quickly, knowing he’d offended you slightly. “You don’t need to have done it to know how to do it. I’ll guide you."

“Grip your hand firmly down here.” You obliged, holding him at the base. For an usually flaccid body part, Bill was very, very hard and warm. All the blood in his body must’ve concentrated into one area. You were grateful when your thumb overlapped your other fingers, because, well, he was quite big and you weren’t sure he was going to fit in your hand. 

“Move up and down,” he said. When you started shifting your hand from the base to the tip, he let out a low groan. “Yeah, just like that.” Precum touched the skin of your hand as you moved faster and covered more ground. 

You kissed the red and leaking tip. Bill let out an audible gasp that was swallowed by a moan. He was not expecting you to be so brazen. 

“How does that feel?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Good.”

You licked the precum--salty, you noted--off his slit. You enveloped your mouth around his tip and focused there. 

“Fuck, (Y/N)!”

His hands were fully entangled in your hair as he guided you up and down. Tears welled up in your eyes when his cock hit the back of your mouth. Your cries were muffled. You shouldn’t be enjoying being used so much, but you loved it, especially when Bill held you in place and began thrusting into your mouth.

Yeah, these are all drafts. I hope to get them up soon!!

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[leviathanspain]

cursebreaker

bill weasley x reader

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the sock on bill’s door did nothing to help the ears that were practically glued to his bedroom door. he had specifically told his brothers to stay away from his room, even threatening physical consequences that involved being turned into an orange or a roach just for the likes of being eaten or killed.

you were sitting in bill’s lap, his messy red hair was over his eyes as his head was thrown back. his hands were holding your hips, pulling you up and down his cock, your cries being held in as much as you could. you knew his family was just a door away, but bill had convinced you it was fine.

it was bill’s first holiday off from being a cursebreaker in egypt and they had given him back practically insatiable.

this was only his first night home and you had been invited over for dinner and to stay in the burrow until bill had to go back. at the rate that bill was going, you’d be able to barely make it to dinner time.

bill leaned forward and began to pick up the pace, fucking into you roughly that the slapping of your ass against his thighs echoed into the room. you were a moaning mess now, the knot in your stomach becoming all to familiar as you gasped for air.

“bill-“ you moaned as your hand gripped his shoulder. a chuckle escaped bill’s lips as he felt you clench furiously around him.

you cursed loudly as you came, shivering and shaking in his arms as he continued to fuck into you, cum spilling inside of you.

you stuttered movements, and heard a loud pair of whistles on the other side of the door, “guess christmas came early, huh william?” fred’s voice was loud and george snickered just as loud.

bill rolled his eyes and you blushed a deep red, you had forgotten his family was there and now you’d have to face them.

you laughed as bill smiled, “come on, let’s get dinner before their fat arses eat it all.”

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[wannabemurdock]

Hi,

I want to attempt kinktober without placing too hard expectations on myself so hopefully I’ll post everyday but if not, that’s okay!

I will be posting 31 p*rn links for 31 days each with a little prompt.

If you have any requests send them through.

find all my other work here

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Day 1: Matt Murdock + pussy worship

Day 2: Rick Grimes + handcuffs

Day 3: Bucky Barnes + soft sex

Day 4: Daryl Dixon + overstimulation

Day 5: Frank Castle + housewife kink

Day 6: Charlie Weasley + bathroom sex

Day 7: Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) + bondage

Day 8: Sirius Black + face riding

Day 9: Kate Bishop + tit worship

Day 10: Negan Smith + thigh riding

Day 11: George Weasley + caught masturbating

Day 12: Wanda Maximoff + bondage

Day 13: Daryl Dixon + face sitting

Day 14: Natasha Romanoff + phone sex

Day 15: Fred Weasley + begging

Day 16: Eddie Munson + exhibitionism

Day 17: Daryl Dixon + cockwarming

Day 18: Natasha Romanoff + bl00d kink

Day 19: Steve Rogers + rough sex

Day 20: Daryl Dixon + bathtub sex

Day 21: Daryl Dixon & Rick Grimes + threesome

Day 22: Charlie Weasley + throat fucking

Day 23: Matt Murdock + office sex

Day 24: Foggy Nelson + lingerie

Day 25: Bucky Barnes + knife kink

Day 26: Sirius Black + mirror hand job

Day 27: Maggie Rhee & Rosita Espinosa + threesome

Day 28: Peter Parker + fingering

Day 29: Natasha Romanoff + praise kink

Day 30: Foggy Nelson + cockwarming

Day 31: Charlie Weasley + edging

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Bathroom, Fred Weasley

Relationship: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Word Count: short lol

Summary: You and Fred are stuck in the bathroom.

Notes: Thinking of writing an actual fan fiction about Fred Weasley, so let me know what you think!

Fred positioned himself discreetly in the bathroom, the muffled quarrels of Ginny and Ron seeping through the closed door, saturating the confined area.

The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed you. Here you were, trapped in the sole bathroom of the Burrow, alongside Fred Weasley.

With a heavy sigh, you lowered your head onto your lap, unintentionally causing the toilet to emit a faint creak. A suppressed chuckle escaped Fred's lips, followed by the distant sound of approaching footsteps.

Gradually, his feet materialized within your field of vision, followed by his upper torso. He knelt down in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your thighs.

"If we're destined to be stuck here, might as well make the most of it," he remarked, his words carrying a world of implications that required no further explanation.

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[cherry-pop-elf]

Unleashed

Bill Weasley x Reader

You decided to be a good partner and see your boyfriend Bill. You heard he was on vacation from Gringotts, and knew he would be at the beach side house. There was just one problem. The Goblins give him those vacations for more than just keeping his mental health strong. He had one at the end of every month, and the day you arrived was when the moon was out

18+, Dubious Consent ((Not really but respect people who aren’t into that!)) Breeding, Gender Neutral Anatomy Scratching, Biting, blood play, overstimulation uncanny valley, werewolf stuff in general, after care, disabled talk, crying, fluff

Commissions Open

“Oh Billy~!” You sung, as you stepped out of the fire place. You were so excited. Your boyfriend was on vacation, and that meant you could hound him with kisses and cuddles. As a Curse Breaker, he needed to make sure his mental health was strong and in check. Unless the curses consume him. That meant the Goblins made sure he got plenty of vacation days. Even a week off at the end of every month!

“Come on out you big ole dog. I know you are here.” You giggle, as you set your bag on the couch. Now where did your boyfriend go? You would hurry to the porch of the house. Leaning over the railing, and admiring the beautiful view. It was just stunning. The salt air against your skin, the cool water under the stars, oh it was like out of a fairy tale. Made you understand why he loved the beach so much.

“Oh to live here.” You sighed, as you looked to the sky. Admiring the clouds, as they rolled by. As they moved, you furrowed your brow. Was the moon full? You squinted, as you leaned over the railing more. Trying so hard to get a better view. As you did, there would suddenly be a warm presence behind you.

“There’s my Habibi.” You would hear, growled into your ear, as hands would grab at the railing. You were pinned against it, as you saw the clouds shift. The moon was full, and glimmering so vividly. Right against the water, and causing the world to be casted in a nearly blue glow. It’s a full moon, and your boyfriend had you pinned.

“Way to go, dumbass-“ You muttered to yourself. William wasn’t a real werewolf. Given his curse breaking job, he held an almost immunity of sorts. He wasn’t like his uncle Lupin. He didn’t have a proper transformation. He did have little habits, like eating raw meat. Just small things. He did get paranoid though. Always avoiding everyone when the moon was full. Seems like tonight will be a night to test some theories.

“You smell so good-“ He sighed, as he would nuzzle his scared up nose into your neck. His body grinding into yours, as he kept you trapped. You swore his skin seemed paler than normal, from looking at his hands. You did your best to turn your head, and his normally straight hair was in thick waves. As if fur that was dense around him. The way his eyes stared into you. Well, eye.

After his attack from Greyback, he lost a large amount of his face. Leaving his teeth exposed, and missing an eye. One that Uncle Moody replaced with one of his old ones. So the two brown eyes never quite matched. You didn’t find him ugly for having one eye, missing an eye lip, exposed teeth, or even how the scars cut into his hair line. You weren’t there just for his looks. He’s your Bill. Seems tonight you’ll be his trophy.

“You taste so good-“ He added on, as he ran his tongue across your neck. The way his working eye’s pupil was blown out. As if on some kind of drug, and you were the supplier. His body was just burning up so badly, as he held you tightly. That’s when it registered he was naked. You’ve seen such many times before, but now felt so different. Despite being the werewolf, this was still a vulnerable position he was in.

“You in there, Billy?” You asked, but not in fear. He was clearly showing signs you were mated, and he couldn’t infect you from the fact he wasn’t properly turned. You were never in real danger, and you knew this was beyond his control anyhow. You knew this would be something you would deal with. Every time the full moon was close, he always got more primal anyway. You were prepared, and never afraid. Seemed like he could smell your lack of fear, and that had him excited.

“Hm-?” He hardly recognized you were talking at all, as he was just grinding his crotch on your ass. Like the dog in heat that he was. “That answered that-“ You muttered, as you looked around. It was in a private area, sure, but you much rather no risk someone thinking you were being assaulted.

“Come here boy-! Come on-!” You whistled, as you quickly ducked under his arms. Just narrowly slipping out, and leaving him confused on where you went. He was quick to turn around, and watched as you started to take your top off. A means to lure him back into the house. Seemed to work beautifully, as he was quick to hurry back inside. Nearly tackling you down.

“WOAH WOAH-!” Hardly had another thought, before he was tearing your clothes off like paper. Did his nails get longer? You swore you could feel thin lines over your body already. Had a sting, but you knew he wasn’t trying to actually hurt you. It was just caught in the cross fire.

“Oh you are fiesty-“ You admit, as he was just devouring you. His tongue tracing over your chest, and drinking you in. You wondered if he was only acting like this because you were a couple. That because his mate showed up he went feral. You won’t lie, that made you feel really special. That even the wolf in his head was madly in love with you. Had you blushing more then the way his tongue felt so rough on your skin.

“I need you, so badly-“ He was panting already, as he was spreading your legs wide. You covered your mouth, as you looked up to him. You swore he looked like a god. The way the moon was casting around him, like some kind of wisp outline. The way the stars sparkled through his burning hair. Looking like the gods he’s talked about, when he used to live in Egypt. You were falling in love all over again.

“All mine. You are all mine.” He repeated, as his nails dug into your ankles. As if to mark you from head to toe. You were soon feeling the burn in your thighs, as he forced your legs towards you. Maybe taking up yoga with Luna was a smart idea, because wow was this pulling muscles you didn’t even know you had.

“All yours. I’m all yours, big boy.” You nodded, as that made your boyfriend give an eerie sight. With only half his face working, it made all his features so much more strange. How his smile was curled so high, and teeth so sharp. The way his working pupil was staring through you, as drool was dripping out of his exposed teeth. He was starving for you, and it was almost easy to forget there was a human inside of that devilish grin.

“And never forget it, Habibi.” He warned, before you suddenly felt his cock slam inside of you. It burned, and stretched you wide. Your head was spinning, as he was already snapping his hips into yours. Not leaving any room to breathe, as he had to make sure he breed you. If there wasn’t a way to knock you up, he’s gonna try anyway. The wolf in him didn’t care if it was possible or not. He just had to claim.

“Oh William-!” You moaned, as your fingers pulled at the carpet under you. Feeling how your legs were soon resting on his shoulders, as his own hands were tearing at the fur on the ground. Leaving deep lashes, as if the human in him was trying to make sure you weren’t in its war path. Bill was still in there, and you knew he was fighting. Maybe he shouldn’t.

“B-Billy….It’s ok-“ You begin, as you reached a hand up to his face. “I like this….I l-like it a lot.” You smiled, as you swore you saw something flicker in his working eye. Something human again. “Let it happen. Let go. I’ll be ok.” You hushed, as you traced his scars with your thumb. To try and let him finally let go. He’s constantly been holding back. He’s never been allowed to not be ok. He’s the eldest brother. He’s had to much weight on his shoulders. He deserves to let loose.

“Habibi….” His voice trailed, before you forced him to kiss you. To truly let him know you’ll be ok. Time seems to freeze, before he let himself go. He returned the kiss, before his claws were firm on your thighs. Sinking into the flesh, and leaving red lines. You whined, but were quickly cut off by the sharp smack of your hips.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ You couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering, as he was soon sinking his teeth into your neck. You weren’t dreaming it, his teeth did get sharper. He was truly treating you like a chew toy, and you didn’t mind. Your Billy was always so anxious about hurting you, but now he finally had an excuse to let go. You love his gentle side, but getting frisky is always adored.

“Oh William-“ You moaned his name, as he was fucking you into the floor. You swore he would break through, with how rough he was being. Might break your back, but you didn’t care. You were loving the mixture of pain and pleasure. How he would rub your nerves just right, whenever he bit into you to deep. As if his human half was fighting his wolf half.

“AH-! WILLIAM-!” Your head was thrown back, as you were quick to climax. Your body shaking, but he wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied. How long would it take for him to feel release? You didn’t know. You just knew you were sobbing, as your body was trembling at the next climax already building up.

You didn’t know how many times you came, but it was all becoming a blur. Was just blood, sweat, and tears. And you were loving it. Just nothing but meat to satisfy. The bliss of turning your brain off, and just be nothing but owned by your lover. To be covered in markings, and showing anyone who saw you that you were off the market.

What finally brought you back to reality was the howl. He out right howled. You could feel your insides being pumped so full of his seed. You swore you came again from it. His voice was just echoing, as he had claimed you. Inside, and out. Was such a wonderful warmth. You felt so satisfied with it. Was making you fall asleep so peacefully. All to the nursing licks of your boyfriend.

You swore you hadn’t slept that good in ages. It was a hard sleep. A good long one, that had you feeling refreshed. If not for all the pains and aches in your body. That was what woke you up, compared to the summer sun light. Creeping in through the bedroom curtains. Seemed like someone tried to keep them closed, but it slipped through.

You, slowly, sat up. As you did, you could feel bandages all over you. Along with a sweet smell of flowers on the bedside table. You looked over, and saw that poor Bill was pampering you. Feeling so guilty from last night. Flowers, chocolates, sweets, little things that you enjoyed. Along with a little note.

“Sorry: William”

You chuckled, as you set the note aside. With the covers off, you looked yourself over. Every wound was patched, and you were covered in bruises and hickies. Made you a little giddy, you couldn’t lie. So many people would kill to have a werewolf boyfriend. You felt so smug, and wanted to proudly show them off. But first, William needed to be cared for.

After every full moon, he would suffer extreme muscle fatigue. His bones were literally breaking and re breaking after all. Your muscles don’t feel so good after that. Along with other issues. Chronic pain, exhaustion, and just over all trouble walking. It normally passes after a day or two. Hence why the goblins give him that week break. So he can recover. You even went as far as to pick up books about werewolves, and spoke to Uncle Lupin. You may not feel his pain, but you damn well will try and help.

“Willy-?” You called, as you were safe in a bath robe. There you found him. Barely awake, on the couch. His hair a mangled mess, and his body visibly throbbing. The muscle spasms were kicking in. Kicking in bad. You tsked, as you accioed a comb. Soon you were on the couch with him. Forcing him to sit up, and you would nurse at his hair.

“I-“ But you cut him off. “I already know what you are going to say, Mr. This is a disability. One that I know 100% about when I was going to date you. I knew what I was signing up for. I also could have very well floo my way out, or even attacked you with chains. Since you aren’t a full werewolf. We’ve been over this.” You kissed his cheek, as you would brush through his hair. A means to let him have some mercy.

“I love you. Disability or not. You just need a little extra help, now and again. That’s ok.” You reassured, as you began to braid his hair. That way it didn’t get tangled for a while. “Besides, I had fun.” You tease, as you laid on the couch. Forcing his head on your chest, as his legs would kick from the muscle spasms.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked, as he looked up. That big, beautiful, brown eye. So full of love. “By being you~” You reassured him, as you would rub over his shoulder. He was soon cuddling into you, as you both shared a lazy morning.

Least now you both knew what to do together next full moon. Have a few potions, a med kit, with a bottle of wine. That’s a date night for you two. Unconventional? Yes. Just right for you two? Damn right. He’s a Weasley. You really expected things to be normal? Normals boring anyway.

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[if-found-return-to-sender]

Just For You~ Bill Weasley

Y/H means your house.

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Spending the summer with the Weasleys was something that Y/n thought would be full of stories and none of the romance.

However, the twins never told her that their older brother Bill would be home during those months.

Arriving with trunks from the past school year, kid after kid entered into the cozy burrow that belongs to the Weasley family. The home quickly filled up to the brim with conversations between one another about how it felt good for the school year to be over.

After another hectic year of Harry Potter's antics. This time producing a tight-knit group known as Dumbledore's Army. And the death of Y/n's father Sirius Black.

All they could talk about was the impending war that was to come at any day now. The kids are all being quickly shushed by Mrs. Weasley to not talk about something so foolish. Threatening them with a wooden spoon she was using to cook dinner with.

Sitting at the kitchen table watching it all, Y/n Black, the twin's longest friend was scared at what could happen within the coming years, and what might happen to her family. The only one she wants to keep safe, the only ones she has left.

Y/n just finished her wizarding education at Hogwarts and doesn’t know what to do now. Her being just a year older than the twins. Becoming their friend by helping them out of trouble on way more than one occasion.

As of now, this is all she has left. Them and the Order of Phoenix.

All Y/n would like to do is have a great summer after the horrible school year she had. Sitting at the table she closes her eyes just enjoying the bickering between Ginny and Ron, listening to prank planning in the room upstairs, Hermione giving Harry a lecture on why he needs to be careful, and Mrs. Weasley humming to herself as she cooks. Then she hears it. Someone apparates onto the grass field outside the Weasley home.

Quickly Y/n stands and is out the door before anyone can ask her where she’s going. She’s quick to get to the field wand at the ready. Only to see another redhead.

She still points her wand at the stranger, not knowing if she can trust him or not. She doesn’t really do the whole trust thing anymore.

Everyone else in the house is quick to follow her out of the house into the yard. Mrs. Weasley is first to run to the man and gives him one of her famous hugs saying, “My boy how good it is to see you. How… Why… you know what it doesn’t matter you are here now and that is all that matters.”

Another one is all that Y/n can think in that moment of seeing this play out in front of her.

“You have another brother?” Y/n asks George.

“Yeah,” George says. “We never told you,” Fred chimed in.

“NO, you never told me!” Y/n exclaims, “Any more siblings I should know about.”

“The only other one you haven’t met yet is Charlie but he’s in Romania having fun with dragons,” Fred says.

The twins walk away from Y/n and towards their brother.

Y/n finally gets a good look at the oldest Weasley boy taking in every feature he has. From the scars dawning his face to the rugged look of his hands to the broad and muscular shoulders that top out his frame. All she can do is admire him and She doesn’t know his name yet.

She retreats into the house to evade the twins and pushing questions she knows they might ask. Only to pass Ginny on her way into the house.

“You fancy Bill don’t you,” she asks you.

“You fancy Harry,” Y/n quips back at her. Leaving the youngest Weasley in a flustered state.

The very short conversation with Ginny makes Y/n walk even faster to get into the house before anyone else can bother her with questions. Not until dinner was ready.

So she stayed in Ginny’s room reading a book until Mrs. Weasley yelled up the stairs that dinner was ready. This is followed by the heavy footsteps of the boys spilling out of what Y/n assumed was Bill’s bedroom.

She as well made her way down the stairs into the almost full dining room with one empty seat between Bill and George. This seat must be where Charlie would sit when he was home.

Y/n makes her plate with the delicious food being passed around the table from one person to another. She begins to eat without saying a word to anyone, and nobody questioned it. Y/n wasn’t quiet because she was sitting between the two Weasley boys but because this reminds her of one of the few memories she has with her father. Christmas at Grimmauld Place was a weird and untraditional one, but it was a good definition of the people Y/n calls her family.

So the people around her carried on their conversations without including her in them. The many conversations happening around her get drowned out by the rapid heartbeat Y/n can hear next to her. Leaving Y/n to say.

“Are you okay?”

But it’s not to George, its to Bill.

Bill says nothing but continues to eat and pick at the food in front of him.

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Are you okay?” this time Y/n nudges him to try and get a response from him.

“Hmm.. oh yeah I’m fine,” Bill responds.

“Go outside get some fresh air, before your heart bursts,” Y/n says back to him.

“I can’t they’ll know somethings off with me,” he says.

“Follow me,” She says.

With that Y/n stands grabs her plate and walks outside. Nobody says a word as she walks out, they only stare at her. When she’s finally outside there are hushed whispers about if she’s okay or not.

Bill quickly stands and follows Y/n out taking his plate with him too. Closing the door behind him he sees Y/n using her wand to get a blanket out of the open window of the twins’ room laying it on the grass in front of her.

“I think you may have followed me too quickly,” she says with a little chuckle, “sit.”

Y/n sits on the blanket patting the spot next to her inviting Bill to sit down on the blanket.

“So mystery girl tell me something about yourself,” Bill says breaking the silence.

“We both know that the twins told you everything about me. So how about we start with you telling me about yourself,” Y/n says back to him.

“You’ve got me. They talk about you quite regularly,” Bill responds.

“Yeah they’ll do that when you get them out of trouble with Snape,” Y/n says. “You got them out of trouble with Snape! How did you do that? I would honestly like to know for the next time I have to encounter that man,” Bill chuckles.

“Well, the twins had started hexing cauldrons left out in the positions classroom, and snape found out. So what I did was hex his wand into casting the hex while he was in his office. Made one of the cauldrons go off on my way out. The man was confused for weeks trying to figure out who and how this happened to his wand,” she explains to him, “he was more worried about his wand than what the twins did to the cauldrons.”

Bill lets out laughter the entire time Y/n is explaining to him what happened. Y/n smiling as Bill’s laughter dies down.

“So tell me about yourself. Hell, I don’t even know what your name is,” Y/n says to him.

“Well to start off with my name is William but everyone calls me Bill,” he responds.

“Solid start,” she quips.

“I’m the oldest Weasley. The one everyone looks up to. Went to Hogwarts graduated and became a curse breaker, with the scars to prove it. That’s the extent of my life so far,” he finishes.

“Why was your heart beating so fast while sitting at the table?” she asks.

“You could hear my heart?” he asks.

“I asked you a question first,” she spits out quickly.

“When I was on a case I got to see first hand just what those death eaters are capable of. It scares me about what could happen to my family if they get the thought that we’re helping Harry,” he fastly explains.

“I saw what they’re capable of too. I saw that Bellatrix didn’t even second guess herself when she killed my father. She killed someone from her own family. It makes me believe they’ll do anything to win the war. The one that’s coming. It’s only a matter of time till they reach someone you love,” Y/n says back.

Y/n moves the plate from her lap onto the grass beside her. Looking up at the sky. “Enjoy the time you have with them now before the war officially starts,” she says to him, “I would give everything for just one more moment with my dad. Just one more. Then again everyone says that when they loose someone they love.”

“I enjoy every minute with them. Even the rocky moments and arguments I love it. I would even go to say that I missed it while I was away,” he says back.

“Yeah, I missed it too during every school break. No matter how mad the twins drive every waking moment,” Y/n chuckles, making Bill chuckle as well.

A silence fills the void of conversation while the two of them finish eating their dinner outside on Fred’s quilt.

Once Y/n is done with her food she sets the plate to the side and lays on her back to look up at the starry sky. She listens in on Bills heart again for background noise only to find it racing only slightly this time.

“You wanna ask me a question or something?” Y/n asks Bill.

“How did you know?” He says.

“You’ve been quiet for too long for you not to be contemplating something, and everyone wants to ask me questions since they now know who I truely am. So I assumed,” she says back in a hurry.

“Well you’re right. I was goin-” he cut off.

“As I usually am,” she says,” continue.”

“I was going to ask, What house your mom was in? I ask only because you’re a Y/H and your dad was a Gryffindor, so what was your mom,” He asks.

“She was also a Gryffindor. To be honest I think that was the only thing my parents had in common.” she answers,” Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

Bill’s eyes go wide. He didn’t think that he would be asked a question in return for his, but the possibilities of what the question could be were endless. “Okay,” is all he can say.

“What’s your patronous?” she asks.

Bill brings his eyebrows together in confusion at the random question that came from her mouth.

“What!? It’s my favorite thing to find out when I meet new witches and wizards. You would be shocked at how big of a tell it is of someones personality. So what is yours?” she babbles.

“How about just for you, I show you instead of tell you,” he responds.

“Okay, I’m waiting,” she sasses back.

Bill pulls out his wand and casts the much anticipated spell. Y/n was in shock at the animal the light formed.

A lion plain as day.

When the animal disappears Bill turns to look at Y/n and the look on her face. He wasn’t expecting to see the shocked expression on her face, and immediately starts thinking the worst.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” he quickly asks her.

“I’m fine. I need to show you something though,” she says back to him.

Her response confuses Bill, but he sits back and lets her do what she needs to. She pulls her wand out again to cast her patronus.

“Expecto Patronum,” she whispers. The light flows from her wand and begins to take shape of an animal. The light takes shape. And it takes shape of a lioness.

It now dawns on Bill that together their patronuses create a matching set. This is something that Y/n hadn’t heard of since James and Lily Potter. Y/n is waiting for Bill to say something after showing him her patronus, nervous he won’t say anything.

“That’s incredible. I haven’t heard of anyone having previous matching patronuses before they meet. Well I have but only once and that was between Lily and James Potter. That is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me,” he rambles with a smile.

“It is the rarest thing for people with matching patronuses to meet. I haven’t even met another person with any kind of lion patronus.” Y/n says in shock.

“Well I guess now you have,” he quips back.

“I guess we have to get married now,” she says sarcastically.

“I think we should start with at least a relationship first,” he says back to her.

“Yeah, I guess we should,” she replies.

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