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You Owe Us One (part 3) - The Blindfold

Fred Weasley/George Weasley x fem reader

Fred and George slip you a note and ask you to meet them. What they have in store for you is more than you had expected.

Contains: Smut, threesome, light bdsm, vaginal and oral sex.

Length: 4.7k words

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There was no denying it, you were craving whatever Fred Weasley had in store for you. The twins hadn't given you a day or time of when you were to meet again. So the few days after George took you in Snape's Storeroom were filled with pining and anticipation.

Then on Friday morning when Fred bumped into you on your way to class, you felt a piece of parchment slip into your hand. He gave a quick wink and a hurried apology before disappearing with George and the other Gryffindors down the corridor. You found a private corner and opened the note as quickly as you could.

What was scribbled in the center made your heart leap in your chest.

Tonight, 10pm, our spot. Don't be late.

You quickly folded the paper and shoved it deep within your bag. This time felt different. You had time to prepare.

The rest of the day flew by as your mind remained focused on what was ahead. Fred and George were going to meet with you, and they had said you owed them one yet again - well, specifically Fred. Last time that was the case you ended up between the both of them. Is that what would happen this time as well or did Fred have something special planned?

You tried your best to not to get anxious as you got ready later that evening. The other girls in the dorm tried to question you, but you made the excuse that you had to find the perfect makeup for the upcoming Yule Ball. They seemed to accept this, as they then turned their attention amongst themselves on what dresses they had picked out.

As the excited chattering took over the room, you closed the curtains and began picking out exactly what to wear. You decided on a pair of black jeans and a sweater with the yellow Hufflepuff crest on the chest. Underneath all of that is what mattered the most, with a lacy red bra and matching panties.

Once you were ready to leave, you looked yourself over in the mirror. You felt good about this, nervous, but confident.

Even though sneaking out was never a problem, you left a little earlier just to be sure that any snags along the way wouldn't hinder the time. After all, they did say not to be late.

That's where it leaves you now. It is just about 9:55 from the last time you checked your watch. The hallways are empty and dark, just as they always are once all students are to be with their respective houses. Your footsteps echo as you reach the blank stone wall that serves as the entrance to the passage. With a flick of your wand and the words that the twins taught you, the door appears.

Most of the day you were able to keep your nerves to a simmer, but now they were raising. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you approach the room that had that familiar fire glow escaping from its uneven hinges. You raise your arm, unsure if you should knock or not. They're expecting you, so it's no surprise when choice was made for you as Fred swings the door open and gestures for you to come in.

"Right on time," he says with a tinge of amusement as he glances down at his watch.

The room was smaller than you remember, but you take it was due to the rearranging they had done since your last visit. The table was now pushed to the far right with the boxes and cauldrons organized on top. The red couch was now accompanied by an old metal framed bed with what looks like freshly cleaned sheets on top. The headboard was a copper steel with different twists and turns, making the pattern almost spiral in shape.

This must have been why it took so long for them to reach back out to you. They were preparing whatever this was. You jump as George places both hands on your shoulders.

"Oh don't worry," he laughs. "Snape can't find us here."

You shrug him off and turn on your heel to face him. Your heart is pounding as he smiles down at you, his cool and relaxed expression the same as always.

Fred steps next to him and they share a quick glance, then he says, "Well, let's get comfortable, shall we?" He takes your hand and leads you to the couch, his brother tailing right behind.

You try to remain present, fighting the lingering memories that come with this exact spot on this red cushion. You rub your sweating palms together as they perch themselves on either side of you. Fred wraps his arm firmly around your waist and pulls you to him. George lays his hand gingerly on your knee and observes as his brother begins to speak.

"So I've been thinking long and hard about just how you could repay me. You know, with me saving you from expulsion and all," Fred starts off smoothly.

"Right," you say with amusement, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. "So does George owe you too since you did the same for him?"

Fred's forehead creases and he shoots a puzzled look to his brother. "Well, no-"

"Then I don't understand why you keep saying that I -" he cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

"You're ruining the mystique," he says and removes his arm from around you, then gets up. He stands in front of the fireplace, gazing into the crackling flames with his hands tucked in his pockets. You look to his brother, who just leans back and watches with a curling grin.

"So," you say after a quick clearing of your throat. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well," Fred starts off quietly at first, the outline of his hair glowing from the flames. "I thought we'd play a game."

You furrow your brows and cross your arms. "A game? What, like chess?"

"No," he replies with a chuckle. Then withdraws a long black piece of fabric from his pocket. It was shiny, and you can tell even from a distance that it is made from silk. He turns and steps to you, then drops to his knees. "But it's very simple."

You eye him silently as he flips your hands and places the cloth right on your palms. As your fingers glide over the soft material, it dawns on you what it is. "A.. blindfold?"

"What a smart girl," George coos and strokes your hair.

You blush and stare down at the blindfold, then back up at Fred. "Okay I wear this, then what?"

Fred beams at you. "Then you will be tested on how well you know us."

"I- I'm" you stammer and look between the twins. "I'm not sure I follow."

George leans forward and delicately places his fingertips on your pale wrists. "You have to guess which one of us is touching you," he explains. "Isn't it brilliant? We came up with it just last night."

"I guess" you say with hesitance. "But, what if I get it wrong?"

"So this is where it gets interesting," Fred says with excitement riddled in his voice. "You see that bed over there? It's not an ordinary one, let me tell you."

"It has a specific jinx that we added to it," George continues. "I think it would be easier if we showed you." His brother nods and steps to the bedside.

"Fred, what color is the sky?" George asks.

"Emerald green." Within seconds of his answer, a rope shoots out from one of the corners of the mattress and wraps around his arm. Your mouth shoots open and you squirm against the cushion.

George squeezes your leg and smiles at you. "Don't worry," he says. "If at any time you're uncomfortable we can stop."

"So what do you say?" Fred returns to you and holds his hand out. "Do you think you could handle the challenge?"

Your pulse races as you look between the boys and the bed. They watch you patiently as you mull over the idea in your head. It was definitely not what you had expected, not that you were against the idea at all. You had never been restrained before, so the idea of being completely at their will was both intimidating and exciting.

What felt like an hour of deliberation (even though it was likely 2 minutes), you nod and say, "I'll play your game."

You take Fred's hand and he helps you to your feet. "Wonderful!" He exclaims and leads you to the edge of the bed and gestures for you to sit again.

You do as you're told, and the mattress bends a little under your weight. It was comfortable enough, though the box spring underneath creaked with defiance when George sits next to you. He takes the black silk that is entwined in your fingers and places it on his lap and folds it evenly.

"We will start out simple," Fred explains as he brother slips the blindfold over your eyes. Everything is dark now, and you're more aware than ever of the heat building below your naval. "First, let's - oh George, don't get her hair tied in with it."

There's a slight tug from your scalp and the knot loosens. "Sorry, I got it," he says quickly and then backs off the bed. You are sitting alone now, but you can feel their presence as they stand in front of you.

Fred continues, "right then, so let's begin with just our hands. There will be no talking from us, and you will have 30 seconds to guess who is who."

Your cheek is gently caressed and you lean into their palm. "Are you ready, y/n?"

"Yes," you say simply, and the warmth disappears.

The tension in the room is so thick as you wait for the first test. Both of the approach you and your chest flutters with excitement as you listen for movement or any kind of cue. The breath you hold escapes your lips as someone brushes your neck. Their fingertips trail to your jawline and back to the collar of your sweater.

As they explore more of your exposed skin, you take notice of how purposeful they are with their movements. They stop at the threshold of your clothing and brush over the tender spots of your neck with gentle precision.

The other hand joins in, gliding their palm up your arm and to your side then over your stomach. There is more pressure beneath their touch, they feel needy and demanding as they slip beneath your sweater. They grip your ribs right below your bra line with enough force to make you gasp and lean forward into them.

“Fred,” you say breathily, looking up blindly at where you hear a soft laugh.

“Very good,” one of them says.

“Hey,” a voice comes from your right. “Can I take this off?” There’s a tug at the hem of your sweater and you nod in response. You lift your arms and allow them to slide it off over your head. The cold air hits your skin in an instant and a shiver rolls down your body, which is then replaced by gentle kisses over your bare torso from both sides.

“Fuck, Y/N.” You recognize this as Fred’s voice. “Did you wear that for us?”

You turn away and bite your lip. This wasn’t your first time with them, but admitting that you were dressing to please them just feels embarrassing. I suppose sitting blindfolded and practically topless didn’t help the matter. You give a quick, “I don’t know what you mean.” Something coils around your wrist. “What is-”

“It knows when you’re lying too. Did we not tell you that?” George says calmly, but you can hear the smile in what he’s saying.

The rope reels itself back so quickly that it drags you a few inches on your back. “I-I’m not really sure about this,” you say shakily. Your arm is completely pinned against the bed and you claw at it with your free hand.

“It’s perfectly safe,” one of them assures you, their fingers creeping down your sides and stops over the buttons on your pants. It was impossible to tell them apart now with your heart beating so hard against your ribs. “But if you want us to stop, you can tell us.”

You take a few deep breaths and allow the adrenaline to pass. You trust them. You aren’t entirely sure why, but you do. There was a yearning for them so deep in your soul since the moment that they fucked you that you knew that you’d do anything to feel that way again. The sinking at the edge of the bed tells you that they are both sitting there, inches away, probably staring directly at your half nude body. You let go of your binded arm and let your hand fall to the side. You’re slightly embarrassed from your reaction and try to will away the blush that was creeping up your neck.

There was a tapping and tugging on your jeans button again. “May we?” That was George - no, Fred. Somehow you couldn’t even hear the difference in their voices now, which was so easy before. You say yes, and you lift your hips to allow them to slip it off.

“Merlin’s beard, look at you” one of the twins exclaims and you bite back a laugh.

“You can say that again,” the other one says and runs a hand up your bare leg, leaving you with gooseflesh all over your body. “You ready to continue?”

You give one final tug at your arm, then relax your body. “Yes,” you say calmly.

One of them was on your left, the other on your right. You feel breath tickle your cheek and turn your head to the left, lips immediately meet yours. Your lips part and one of the brother’s tongues slips and rolls in your mouth. He grips your jaw and holds your face still as he breathes you in, tilting his head to get even deeper in your mouth. You press your thighs together and a shaky breath escapes right as your attention is snapped to the other side.

The other brother’s mouth was now on you, his hands strong and fingers digging into your hips. He tastes sweeter, you note to yourself. Your brain was getting hazy as your veins exploded with lust as both of them grind against you. It was hard to tell which pair of hands belong to who as they pull you in both directions. You do your best to keep your head on straight as you fight back the hungry kisses from the brother on the right. He pulls your chest flush against his, your arm still pinned down from the rope underneath him.

Your bra clasp is pinched and you feel the straps become loose around you. Then the twin on the right joins in behind you, pressing his hardening cock against your ass. You curve your spine as the man in front of you sinks his teeth into your neck. Your nails rake down his back and you gasp out, “Fred!”

There was a shake of a head, and within seconds your other arm got tangled within the magic rope. You are laying on your back now, and they are both on top of you. One lifts your bra and kisses your nipple gently. His tongue flicks sharply and he nips, making you moan and wriggle. The other is still kissing you with his hand heavy on your thigh.

“Well, so far,” he says when he pulls back from your face. “You’re at a 50% success rate.”

“Not bad,” the other brother says, then goes back to sucking hard on your nipple.

“Fuck!” You yell out and they both laugh, then stand from the bed. You know this is meant to throw you off, but even if they didn’t take that extra step - you completely lost track of them at this point anyway. The idea alone sounded easy when Fred explained it, but now it just seemed impossible.

The mattress sinks as they position themselves on either side of you. Fingers tangle through your hair and grasp you at the base of the skull, forcing your head to tilt to the side. His thumb stops over your lips and then parts them, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. His grip releases, and he caresses your face gingerly. There’s pressure on your lips again, this time larger and hotter than a finger. You know at once what he’s asking you to do and open your mouth and take him in.

The head of his cock stops over your tongue and you respond by twirling around it before bobbing back and forth. His taste makes your mouth water as he guides your head with his hand on your cheek. This felt familiar, as you did have George in your mouth before, but it was a different pace completely. He inches in further, your gag reflex threatening to trigger as he reaches the back of your throat.

You jump as a hand lands on your thighs. The tips of their fingers getting achingly close to your panties. Another hand joins in on your right leg now, and they both move down together in perfect sync. You choke on a gasp as one pulls your panties down and the other puts a hand over your slick folds.

The twin’s cock pulls out of your mouth completely, then you are guided to the other side where the other begins to do the same. This one with more vigor as he holds the back of your neck with force. He shoves himself completely down your throat with careful precision, fighting through your coughs and whines. He pulls out and a finger slides up your slit, pausing at your pulsating nub.

You take him in again, drool and tears stream down your face as he makes your head bob back and forth. He lets out a soft groan, and your body shakes in response. You love making them feel good. You love how wanted and sexy you feel when you are in their presence. Every part of you ached for them to use you exactly how they wanted.

Is this really what I like? You question yourself before one of them removes their finger from your folds. You whimper and pathetically try to grab with your restrained hands.

Do I enjoy letting them toy with me like this? The answer comes to you as clear as day as soon as you feel a tongue split your cunt and land right on your clit.

Yes. Yes, I do. And I’m theirs forever.

The twin in your mouth pulls out and you let out a shriek of pleasure. “George,” you yell with tremors filling your body.

“Good girl,” he says before continuing to work on you.

It was like static was building up in your legs and core as he laps at you. His strong wet tongue against you made you shake and contort. You felt his cheeks harden against your thighs and you knew he was smiling.

He pulls back and they both get off the bed again, leaving you helpless and pathetically quaking. Your wrists and cunt both ache for release. You hear them whispering, but could only pick up small pieces of the conversation.

“I mean it’s fucking amazing-”

“I agree-”

“Could fuck her all night-”

“Quidditch practice-”

You scrunch your face up and turn your head to them as Fred yells, “are you really thinking about quidditch right now?”

George says in a quiet voice, “no.”

There was a sigh, and you imagine Fred rubbing his face with both of his hands with George looking sheepish at him. You want to ask, but figure it’s better to not ruin the mood. Not that they’d tell you anyway.

Another whisper and you saw a flash from the bottom of the blindfold. Your wrists were free and you immediately start to rub, what you assume, would be reddened and slightly bruised skin. Just before you get the chance to ask if the game is over, the ropes wrap around your ankles and knees and pull them down against the mattress. You lift your head and prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Relax, relax,” you recognize as George cooing. “You’ve come this far and you’re doing so good.”

You fall back again and stare up into the abyss of the blindfold. Your legs are quaking from both the restraints and anticipation as you wait for them.

“Last test,” Fred announces and they both approach the bed side. “If you get this right, I’ll untie you. If not, then you stay like this until we are all done.”

“Okay,” you say while rubbing at your wrists. Your heart races as you feel the mattress sink with both of their weights.

One of them leans over you, their hips between your legs. You wiggle in excitement as you feel the tip of their cock separate you. A finger lands on your clit and slap your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan. The other brother wraps his fingers around your sore wrists and moves them to the side. They like to hear you every sound you make, you know this, but you still can’t help but feel shy about it.

The brother on top of you circles his thumb over your soaked nub and begins to slowly penetrate you. You let out a soft whine as he enters you. You curve your back and rock your hips against him. The boy curses under his breath and continues to push even further inside. Your walls constrict and grip him, his full girth making you feel like he was completely splitting you open. Each thrust he made was tender and gentle. You could feel his eyes on you, scanning up and down your body as you writhe underneath him.

You make a mental effort to relax your muscles as he fully enters you. His are pressing against yours, his throbbing cock temporarily buried deep within you. He leans down and kisses you, pulling out slightly and then grinding back against you. Your cries are being muffled from his tongue that is now probing your mouth. Blood rushes to your cunt as he continues to work on you with tiny circles over your clit with the pad of his finger.

You tangle your fingers into his hair and turn your head to break the kiss. Both of the twins were similar in how they loved to build you up, but there was a controlled hesitation and tenderness that only one of them had mastered.

“George. You’re George,” you moan.

A soft kiss lands on your cheek, his cock still fully sheathed inside of your quavering pussy. “Good job,” he says sweetly. “Now do you want me to untie you?”

“No,” you say with his face in your hands. “But please let me see you.”

George does as you ask and slips up the blindfold, his perfect face coming into view. Fred was to the side of you, grinning from ear to ear while massaging his erection slowly while watching his brother take you. You reach over and take him in your hands, mimicking the same speed he was going, looking directly into his fiery eyes.

The muscles in your legs burn and shake from being pulled apart so far. You were flexible, but the ropes almost seem to know exactly what a person’s limit is and would go just over the threshold. George picks up his pace. You look down to admire how beautiful his body looks slamming into yours. You could see the muscles under his ribs tighten every time he would thrust forward.

Watching him almost sends you over the edge completely, but you hold back. Your walls quake and constrict him tighter than ever, and he looks down at you with sweat running down his face. “Come on, Y/N. Let go for me,” he says sweetly. You try to hold it back even more, letting him edge you with his hands and cock. The heat was building, and your vision was beginning to go blurry.

Fred reaches out and touches your breast tenderly, then grabs you by the throat. “If he tells you to cum you better do it then, shouldn’t you?”

“F-Fuck,” you scream out and crane your neck back, the top of your head pressing into the pillow. All of your muscles tense, and shockwaves travel through your torso and to your limbs. Your cunt pulsates and squeezes, sending George over at the same time. He slumps forward, your lips meeting at once.

He shakes and you feel some of his cum start to seep out of you and travel down your ass. He carefully pulls out and hovers over you for a moment. “You’re perfect,” he whispers in your ear. You respond with a quick kiss, before he rolls over on his side to get off of you.

You ask gently to Fred, who is still hard in your hands. “Untie me, please.”

He nods and grabs his wand from the bedsheets and flicks it at the ropes. With a quick murmur, you are finally free from its grasp. You get to your knees and pull Fred into a hungry kiss, pushing him back so that he was against the metal headboard. You assume it has to be cold, but he didn’t seem to notice or even care about that.

He watches you with a smirk as you straddle him, his hard erection already lining perfectly up with your opening.

“I believe I owe you this,” you say smartly as you ease down onto him. This time, he gasps, and you bite your lip with pride. You were going to make him wish he owed you every day of the week forever. Maybe then he would stay up late at night thinking of you the way you did of them.

You whimper as he pushes his hips back up towards you, and you grind back and forth and side to side in response. Riding him is like nothing else that you have ever experienced. He doesn’t just give up control, you have to fight him for it. He grabs you by the back of the hair and pulls you down so far that your back arches. You feel your ass jump every time he thrusts from under you.

Fred’s face is flushed and jaw slacked open as his hips stop and he lets you finally take full control. You tilt your pelvis and rock your hips as you glide up and down his cock. His one hand leaves the bruising skin on your hips and plays with your clit again. Your legs spasm and dig your nails into his bare chest so that you could keep a steady rhythm.

The build up was so fast, that your second orgasm hit you out of nowhere, leaving you crumbling on his chest. He holds you close to his chest by wrapping both arms around your lower back. Fred continues to slam into your quaking walls, the overstimulation making you see stars as you cry out helplessly. You can feel him start to shake as well as he reaches his peak. Your chest fills with fire as he lets out a loud grunt and grips the back of your hair. Semen pumps inside of you, and you shudder from the sensation of his cock pulsating.

With weak legs, you unmount him and collapse between Fred and George. You weren’t sure if you would even have the strength to make it back to your dorm tonight. They seem to have the same thought and embrace you from both sides.

“Now this,” Fred says with sleepiness heavy in his voice, “is how you spend a Friday night.”

George chuckles and moves a strand of hair from your red face. “You really are something special, Y/N,” he says softly, seemingly ignoring his brother's comment. Your heart misses a beat and you melt into their arms.

That’s where you spent the next two hours falling in and out of sleep in between the Weasley twins. Then at 3AM, they lead you back to the HufflePuff common room and each leave you with a tender kiss on both cheeks.

Even though it wasn’t specifically stated, you know you’ll be seeing them again.

Probably even sometime soon.

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rafesmuse · 5 months

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HP — NSFW + SFW DAYDREAMS

a collection of all the nsfw + sfw thoughts people have shared with me.

main masterlist

— THEO NOTT

NSFW

cockwarming theo in the common room

corruption kink with toxic!theo

best friend!theo fucking you better than your bf

SFW

being in a not friends but not dating stage with theo

casual dominance with theo

— DRACO MALFOY

NSFW

sub!draco being embarrassed of his moans

draco wearing grey sweatpants

perv!roommate!draco

SFW

stay-at-home dad!draco

— DRAGONOTT

rough theo and soft draco

— FRED WEASLEY

NSFW

fred fucking you in the burrow

soft sex with fred

SFW

fred trying different accents

— GEORGE WEASLEY

NSFW

george pounding into you when you’re on top

george getting off to eating you out

SFW

sitting on george’s lap

— HARRY POTTER

NSFW

harry being whiny and moany in bed

harry loving his s/o sitting on his face

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slytherinslut0 · 7 months

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Fred & George Weasley- Ours

Word count: 5k

Info: your friends with benefits, Fred and George Weasley, see some guy getting a little too close to you at a party; and decide they need to show you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, Threesome, Praise Kink, Degredation Kink, Oral (f receiving), Double Penetration, Anal, Good Sex, Forced Orgasm, Begging, Teasing.

"Who the hell was that guy?" Fred huffed, slamming the door shut to the quaint little study room he and George had just dragged you into not ten seconds prior. "I mean, he had his fucking hands all over you!"

George nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the desk. "All over you...in places only our hands should go..."

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your tight black dress against your thighs. You'd been sleeping with the twins for a few months now, mostly a fun, friends-with-benefits type of deal; but lately they'd become far more possessive, far more protective than usual. Sometimes it could be a little much, but you couldn't deny that their passion for your body made the sex other-fucking-worldly.

Sometimes it was fun to purposefully get them going, just to see how far they'd take it.

"What's the matter with you two?" You said, your innocent eyes darting back and fourth between the fiery haired twins, trying not to get distracted by the power of their strong, athletic builds; each of them towering over you as they waited your response. "Last time I checked, this wasn't a relationship. Not sure why you guys are getting so jealous."

Fred cocked an eyebrow. "Pretty sure we made it clear last time that you were ours...."

"...and only ours." George finished, the two of them drawing closer.

You swallowed, your heart racing with excitement at the direction you knew this little conversation was going in. You pulled your lip between your teeth, trying to hide your smirk as you backed up from them, attempting to keep space between your bodies as to not give in so quickly.

Pissing them off more only added to the fun.

"I don't belong to anyone," you whispered, voice a low murmur; cunt clenching as you watched a mischievous grin spread across Fred's lips; George's eyes narrowing in challenge. "And certainly not you two."

"Hm," Fred hummed, eyeing your body from head to toe, smirking as he snuck George a brief glance, the two of them circling around you now; like predators stalking their prey. "Sounds like she needs to be reminded of her place, doesn't she George?"

George smirked, wetting his lips. "She sure fucking does, Fred..."

Fred nodded. He'd had enough of the playing. "We're leaving."

Without hesitation, Fred and George each grabbed one of your wrists, George's warm breath washing over your ear as he whispered, "and don't try to fight it, princess..." his teeth grazed your earlobe. "You want us to make you feel good, don't you? You know we never fail to take care of you..."

Your head spun, oxygen missing you. Gods, of course you did. "Y-yes... you're right..."

"There's our good girl," Fred hummed, his lips ghosting over your other ear, lids fluttering shut at the collective sensations. "We're going to fucking worship you...make you feel things that no one else could ever, ever match."

Your breath hitched. "Oh..."

"That's it," George murmured, "you're ours, and tonight, we're going to make sure you know it."

Sensing that your defiance had now entirely crumbled, the twins shared a quick glance before they released your wrists, and moved toward the door without another word. Fred walked first, you in the middle with George trailing behind you, everyone in the corridors shooting you acknowledging glances as they eyed the three of you suspiciously, even though it was well over midnight and the party was coming to a close anyway.

As soon as Fred pushed open the door to his dorm room and ushered you inside, he locked it behind him--not wasting even a single fucking second before he looped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him; his back hitting the door as he held you snug to his frame, gripping your hips as he pressed your ass tight to his crotch. George stood in front of you, taking a moment to worship your body, taking a moment to watch your face as Fred's lips attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh with relentless urgency.

Unable to hold off any longer, George stepped forward, running his hands over your curves, eyes stark with lust. "You look so fucking beautiful tonight..." he murmured, softly pressing his lips to yours. "We couldn't wait to get you alone."

Fred hummed, nipping your earlobe. "And now that we have..."

"...we're going to make the most of it." George whispered, breaking the kiss.

Your lungs stalled as you watched him slowly drop to his knees before you, his hands gently urging your feet wider as he gazed up at you with an intense desire, watching you lose yourself as Fred tilted your chin to the side and crashed his lips to yours, inhaling a sharp breath through his nose as his tongue fought with yours to be the one in control.

George hummed, one hand exploring your thighs and hips, eyes intently watching the small ministrations of your face as he slipped his other hand under your dress and teased your clit through your panties; sending sharp bursts of ecstasy through your veins.

"You deserve to be worshipped, pretty girl...to have every inch of you adored..." George whispered as he slipped his fingers under your panties, teasing your throbbing core. "Look how fucking wet you are for us already..."

You gasped into the kiss, fighting to pull away and catch your breath but Fred's lips were relentless, working your mouth as though he wanted to map your taste into memory; to devour every single inch. Your eyes rolled as George slowly pushed a finger inside you, carefully stretching you open, his lips grazing and teasing the sensitive crevice of your inner thigh.

"Mmm, does that feel good, princess?" Fred purred, breaking the kiss, panting mouth falling to your jawline.

You nodded, unable to find words, head falling back onto his shoulder as he looped a hand under your thigh, pulling it up toward your chest and holding it there as to give George better access to your pussy--a smirk crawling across his lips as he watched you pant and squirm in pleasure from his ministrations, pausing only briefly to tug your panties down your thighs and toss them off to the side.

"So beautiful...so needy..." George murmured. "We're going to make you feel so good, love..."

Fred groaned, nodding in agreement. "Pleasure you until you can't take it anymore,"

Fred pressed his lips back to your neck, his free hand roaming up your stomach and groping your tits over the fabric of your dress--he groaned against your neck as you pulsed against him, feeling George's warm breath caress your folds as he brought his lips to the crease of your inner thigh again, teasing you.

"George..." you breathed, desperate for connection, your hands weaving through his hair in attempt to coax his lips to your pussy. "Please..."

With a mischievous smirk, he met your eyes, holding your stare as he pressed his lips to your swollen clit, his skilled tongue lapping at your juices and mixing them with his spit. You moaned, body lost in overwhelming pleasure, back arching and eyes rolling, but Fred held you firm against him; one hand still holding your leg up while the other held your chest--lips working your neck, teeth peppering it with purple possessions marks.

"Fuck, you taste so good, princess..." George purred, voice muffled against your pussy. "So fucking sweet."

You moaned, head falling back, and Fred's hand slithered up from your tits and tightened around your throat, ridding your oxygen supply and inflicting a delicious, intoxicating buzz on your lips. Your mouth fell wide in an open pant, George's lips sealing around your clit and driving you directly toward the brink of an explosive, earth shattering orgasm.

Fred groaned, lips grazing your ear. "That's it...we love hearing you make those pretty noises for us.."

George's tongue delved deep into your wetness, flicking, swirling, and teasing with calculated expertise. He offered no respite, driving you closer to the edge with each skillful lick--your legs shaking, one hand gripping his hair while the other was latched onto Fred's wrist for dear life, your body utterly at their mercy as the two of them inflicted their usual intoxicating dominance over you.

"Look at you, so helpless and eager to please..." Fred's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his hand leaving your throat and trailing down your body, slipping behind your back and down past your ass, bringing it to your dripping heat. You moaned before he'd even sunk in, but when he did, your entire body convulsed, the pleasure of their collective movements driving you dangerously close to exploding. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet..."

Fred curled his fingers inside you, their long length driving you utterly insane, scissoring and curling against your tight walls while George continued his oral assault on your clit, humming as your trembling grip on his hair tightened.

Your eyes squeezed shut. You were dangerously close. "Oh...Oh, Gods-"

Fred growled, low in his chest. "That's it, little slut...take it. Take it all. We want to hear you scream for us."

"Cum for us, princess." George murmured against your pussy, only seconds before he latched onto your clit again, swirling his tongue in a way that sent you tumbling straight over the edge.

"Oh, yes...fuck-fuck!"

"That's right. Give in to us, baby," Fred growled, his voice darker than the midnight sky "...surrender to the pleasure we're giving you."

Your sight blanked, ears ringing and head falling back as you came around Fred's fingers, George's skilled tongue working expertly to swallow your orgasm as best as he could, neither of them stopping until they were completely certain you were past your high. Your entire body was on fire, liquid magma coursing through your veins, heating every square inch of your bloodstream as you fought to catch your breath.

George hummed, placing soft kisses along your slit and up toward your mound. "Are you going to admit your ours now? Or do we need to show you more of what we do to you?"

You huffed, fighting through the sensations as he teasingly licked at your pussy, softly enough to make your head spin and your body squirm. "I-I'm not...I'm not yours..." you said, purposefully trying to escalate them. "I'll never be."

George halted his movements, cocking an eyebrow as he met Fred's eyes. "How about that, huh Fred?"

Fred huffed, amused, and you felt his hot breath wash over your neck. "Entirely humorous, I'd say."

George stood up to his full height, peering down at you with a dark, predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your stomach twist with arousal.

"If you're not ours...then you're just some slut for us to use then, yeah?" He whispered, smirking, sneaking another glance at Fred; the two of them basically communicating with their eyes.

You swallowed, and Fred's teeth grazed your ear. "So you wouldn't mind if we just took control, used your sexy little body for our own pleasure, right?"

Your lips parted, your pussy clenching with need. Gods, this is exactly what you fucking wanted--you were so excited you couldn't even hide it if you tried.

"I..." you couldn't find words as Fred released your thigh, pulling your hips against his throbbing bulge, George's hands roaming your curves--tugging on your dress and bunching it up your hips, up your stomach, gesturing for you to raise your hands as he tugged it up and off your trembling body.

Your mouth was drier than cotton, and George smirked, wetting his lips as he eyed your newly exposed body, his pupils dilating when he realized your lacy, dark red bra was a matching piece to your panties that had previously been discarded to the floor at your feet.

"Look at you..." he murmured, running a hand up your hip and toward your breasts. "Such a filthy little thing...wearing this under your dress..." he grazed your nipple, twirling his thumb until he felt it harden under the fabric of your bra. "Who were you wearing this for, if not us? Hm?"

The arrogance in his tone drove you crazy, and as Fred trailed his hand along your other hip, moving toward your pussy again, your lungs stalled, breath hitching.

"You've been aching for this, haven't you love?" Fred purred, teasing your clit with a brief swirl. "Don't worry, we're going to show you exactly who you belong to..."

George grabbed your wrist, "that's right...you're nothing but our little fucktoy, and we're going to prove it."

Your lips parted, but you didn't even have time to think as George tugged you over toward the bed, Fred trailing behind you. You could hear him fumbling with his belt, and your stomach leapt up into your throat as George released your wrist to do the same. In practically no time at all, the twins had rid themselves of all their clothing--their hard, throbbing cocks making your mouth water and your pussy clench as you stared, unable to peel your eyes away. They were fucking hung. You always managed to forget just how big they were.

George smirked, and you moved toward him, wrapping your small hand around his thick length, his head falling back as you softly pumped him, reaching beside you to do the same to Fred. Each of them stood there for a moment, eyes squeezed shut and chests heaving as you stroked them; twisting your fist and smearing their pre-cum around the heads of their cocks--your entire body screaming with fucking need at the display.

After a moment, George gathered himself, and brought his lips toward your ear. "Are you going to be a good girl for us?"

Fred's lips found your other ear, your hands still slowly pumping their lengths. "Are you going to let us have our way with you? Hm? Give yourself over to us completely?"

As George smacked your ass, leaving your cheek burning and tingling, you yelped; mischievous smirks crawling across both of their lips. Gods, you wanted them inside you. You couldn't take even a second more of waiting.

"Yes..." you whispered, increasing your motions, head falling back as they each attacked a side of your neck. "Please...take me..."

"Mm." Fred hummed, smacking your other cheek now. "That's what we like to hear, princess..."

George moved toward the bed, laying down on his back on the edge, legs dangling off the side. He motioned for you to climb on top of him, and without hesitation, you did--his big hands finding your hips and holding you firm against his chest, your thighs straddling his waist as you rolled your slick cunt against his length, his jaw tensing and throat bobbing as he swallowed, lips finding your neck.

Fred came up behind you, his long fingers ghosting down your back, caressing the smooth curve of your ass. George brought his lips to your ear. "You want us? Hm?"

You didn't even need to think. "Yes!"

"Beg for it..." Fred cooed from behind you. "Beg for us to claim your perfect little body, to use every one of your delicious fucking holes..."

Your breath hitched, your stomach leapt with excitement. "Please-fuck-please, fuck me..."

"That's it," George groaned, angling the head of his dick so it was pressing at your dripping core, his voice a dangerously deep growl in your ear. "That's our good little toy...fuck-"

His words were cut short by his groan of pleasure as he sunk into your tight wet heat, thrusting up into you in one slow, sensual thrust; stretching your walls open slowly and cautiously--for as dominant as the twins were, they never took it too far. They were always careful with you, gentle when they needed to be, and it drove you fucking insane; in the best way possible.

"Oh...fuck-George..." as he sunk in to the hilt, he paused for a second before he slowly pulled out, Fred's hands running all over your body, adding to the already overwhelming sensations flowing through you.

You moaned, eyes rolling back as George began to increase his pace, fucking up into you as his arms held you tight to his chest, his breath growly and husky in your ear. You felt Fred's hands leave your body, only for a brief moment, until he returned one to your hip, followed by a warm liquid sensation dripping down your back and sliding over your ass.

Fred massaged the sensual liquid into your skin, moving down toward your ass, grazing the tight rim with one of his fingers, the sensations making you clench around George.

"Shit-you're so fucking tight..." George breathed, slowing his pace to an agonizingly slow speed. "You need to slop clenching around me like that, princess...or else..."

As Fred pushed his finger inside you, pressing against your inner walls, and you moaned, entire body overwhelmed by the fullness--you'd done anal before, but never at the same time as being fucked, and so far, it was an incomprehensible experience--entirely fucking mind-numbing.

"I-I can't help it-oh, Fred-fuck!" Fred snuck another finger inside your ass, and he continued to twist and scissor you open, your entire body tensing, an overwhelming fullness washing over you. George groaned as you clenched around him again.

"Shh, relax..." Fred cooed, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your ass, matching the slow ministrations of George's cock. "Breathe...feel your tight little ass stretch open for me..."

As he pressed in a third finger, your vision blanked, and you were so encompassed by pleasure you couldn't even comprehend it--if three of his fingers felt this fucking intense, you couldn't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like. His fingers curled inside you, stretching you wider, your face washed with crimson, body glistening with sweat--you'd never felt more defenceless and dominated, your entire body succumbed to their primal power.

George, however, was struggling. "Fred, any day now..." he groaned, hissing the words through barred teeth. "She's got me strung out on the gallows here.."

Fred huffed, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. "I think she's ready for me...aren't you, princess?"

As George paused his movements, you could finally take a second to think, to breathe. Admittedly, you were nervous, but you knew the twins would never hurt you, would never do something to cause you unwanted pain. You knew you could trust them to take care of you.

With a small whimper, you nodded. "Yes...I am."

"Good girl...we're going to claim every one of your pretty fucking holes..." Fred groaned, pressing the sticky head of his cock against your ass. "Our perfect little plaything..."

He squeezed more warm liquid over your ass, trapping a deep breath in his lungs as he worked in the head of his dick. With a deep breath, you allowed your body to surrender, allowed yourself to relax into the moment. The intensity of their touch was all-consuming, and as Fred finally worked his thick length inside your ass, all three of you groaned in pleasure, Fred and George hissing through their teeth as you squeezed and clenched around them, your tight walls pulling them deeper inside of you.

"Oh, fuck..." Fred groaned, "tight...so fucking tight..."

Fred clung to your hips, George's arms still wrapped tight around your shoulders, hugging you to his chest as he slowly resumed fucking up into you. When Fred had fully sheathed himself in your ass, he held himself there, grip rough enough to bruise, drawing in another hissing breath through his teeth. He was massive, reaching places in your body you didn't know were possible--and between him and George, you felt overwhelmed, overtaken, your head dizzy with pleasure.

George brought his lips to your ear, his pace quickening. "You like that, princess? You like taking us both like this?"

Fred smacked your ass, leaving it stinging. "She does...she loves being our toy...dirty little slut..."

Your breath hiccuped in your lungs. "Oh-"

Was the only thing you could even attempt to say, the intensity and the pressure building in your core with every thrust, their movements becoming more forceful and insistent--mercilessly dragging you dangerously fast toward the soaring heights of ecstasy.

"Shit-" Fred's voice was a breathless pant, smacking your ass again as he slammed his hips against you. "That's it, take it...our little slut can handle it, can't she?..."

Every word from their lips drove you further into the oblivion, and by this point, you were only halfway cognizant of the sounds and words leaving your mouth. You were gone, vanished, transported from this reality and floating off somewhere in another--the level of surrender and submission you were experiencing was like nothing you've ever felt before, being used solely for their pleasure; used as their fucktoy for their carnal desires was something that you only imagined happening in your fantasy. You were so encompassed by pleasure you were certain you were going to explode without needing any clit stimulation, which was something that almost never happened to you.

"Fuck-you feel so good..." George groaned, his fingers digging into your shoulders as though he was trying to shatter your bones. "So tight and wet and eager for us..."

"Shit-" Fred moaned, his hands bruising your hips. "You feel so good wrapped around us like this...you love it, don't you whore?"

Your body felt like it was being pushed to its limits, your ears ringing as the twins increased their paces even further, slamming into you with a primal force, the sounds of their strained grunts mixed in with your wanton moans and the sounds of smacking skin being the only thing filling the thick, steamy air.

"Yes-yes!" You practically screamed, voice shaking. "I-I love it.."

Fred groaned, slamming into you. "That's right...our little whore likes it rough...fuck-"

Pleasure coursed through every fiber of your being as they dominated you in the most primal and exhilarating way. With each thrust, you were pushed closer to the edge, the pleasure mingling with the degradation in a deliciously sinful cocktail. George let loose a low moan in your ear, a sound so deliciously satisfying it pushed you dangerously close to your edge--holy fucking shit you wanted to cum. You needed to cum.

"Shit-I feel you...I feel how bad you need to cum, isn't that right, princess?" George's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his pitch strained with desire. "Tell us how bad you want it..."

Fred's hands left your hips, exploring every inch of your body, one of them snaking around in between you and George and caressing the front of your thighs. You knew he was going to tease you, you knew they'd never let you get there that easily. Your clit was throbbing, screaming, wailing in need--and although you felt so fucking good you could probably get there without it, you knew it would feel so fucking good if you did.

"P-please..." it was a pathetic cry of desperation, hardly loud enough to hear over the sound of their skin slamming against yours.

George whimpered in your ear as you clenched around him, Fred groaning as you squeezed. You moaned, far too fucking loud, and George brought a hand to your lips, shoving two of his fingers past your teeth as he growled his words into your eardrum.

"You're so close baby...but you’ll have to do better than that if you want us to help you get there..."

Fred's hand inched closer to your clit, teasing over your mound. "Tell us that you're ours, tell us that no one else could make you feel like this...no one else could ever take all of you like this..."

The ache within your core was intensifying by the second, the desperate longing for release almost unbearable. George shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you and he smirked, growling through his teeth.

"Look at you, princess...we've taken everyone of your holes...every part of you has been claimed by us..." he breathed, jaw tensed as he spoke. "Show us who you belong to."

When he slipped his fingers from your mouth, Fred's own fingers found your clit, grazing it, and your entire body flinched; desperate for connection.

"Please! Please, I'm yours...I belong to you guys, please!" Words left your lips in nothing more than babbling desperation, you fucking needed this; so, so bad. "Gods, let me cum...let me cum for you..."

Fred's free hand smacked your ass again, his fingers continuing to tease your clit. "Looks like she's finally begging for it, George..."

George hummed, gripping the back of your neck and holding your eyes to his. "That's what you want princess? To cum on my cock, hm?"

You flinched as Fred swirled over your clit again, the two of them fucking you deep, filling you full, their pace relentless and their arrogance suffocating as they relished in the clear power they held over you in this moment. They got you right where they wanted you, and they weren't scared to hold you there; making you wait, holding you hostage over the edge of pure ecstasy until you utterly shattered in their hands.

"Yes!" You wailed, meeting his dark, primal eyes, sweat glistening his forehead; his reddened locks sticking to his skin. "I want to cum on your cock, please!"

Another smack on your ass, another deep thrust from Fred. "Music to my ears..." he purred, breathless. "Should we grant her wish, George?"

"I think so, now that she's admitted her place," George grinned, brushing his lips over yours, fingers squeezing the back of your neck with enough force to bruise as he fucked deep into you. "I'd say she's earned it, Fred..."

With a satisfied groan, Fred's fingers connected, twirling over your clit with a relentless pace, shutting down any brain power dedicated to speech. Instead, your body was vibrating with pleasure, liquid diamond coursing through your vessels, making you moan and drool and babble their names. You were at the fucking brink, ready to pour out, bones ready to break from your skin as they drove deep into your holes.

Your back arched and your fingers found George's hair, gripping the tendrils as though you were trying to rip them from his scalp. "Oh-yes! Fuck-yes!"

Fred's fingers swirled with insistence, George nipping your jaw as you were right there-so close- "go on whore, cum for your fucking owners."

Your body flatlined. "Oh! Fuck!"

The two of them tipped you into euphoria, pleasure overriding your self-control as you shook and convulsed on their cocks, every muscle between your legs pulsing and clamping down while your vision turned to a black sea of stars. Your ears rang and you were sure you fell unconscious as the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced ripped through you, shredding every single shred of nerve you had inside you.

"Fuck-you're squeezing me so fucking hard..." George groaned, so loud it shook your ribcage as it reverberated through you. "You're going to make me fucking cum, princess..."

"Fuck," you muttered, head spinning as you came down from your high; not getting very far before the pleasure started to build again, their relentless pace utterly consuming your existence. "Fuck..."

When Fred's fingers didn't pull away from your clit, you wailed, trembling and shaking from overstimulation, but Georges hold around your waist held you firm in place against him, their cocks slamming you deep as you wailed, brain entirely unable to function.

"Oh-fuck-I can't...Fred..." you said, reaching back to try and pry his hand from your clit, but George caught your wrist, collecting them both and pinning them behind your back.

"Oh, yes you can," Fred breathed, slamming you deep. "We're so close...you can cum again, alongside us, little slut.."

Your eyes locked on George, his pupils so large they swallowed up well over half of his irises entirely; a dark, primal lust encompassing his gaze. You could tell he was close, his lips parted and brows furrowed in concentration, you could tell he was holding himself back for whatever fucking reason. He was lost in pleasure, lost in the heat of your tight pussy clenching around him as Fred worked you toward your third climax of the night, fucking deep in your ass and hissing through his teeth.

"Shit-" Fred hissed. He was close too.

George's lids fluttered, "cant...hold on...much..longer.."

Without much cognitive warning, your third orgasm built quick and fast, slamming into you like a hard shot to the gut, and you screamed--unable to silence yourself even if you fucking tried. Your high washed through you like a tidal wave, rippling through your body with uncontainable force, your entire corpse shaking violently against George's chest as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over you, swears and sounds and drool pouring from your lips without consciousness.

"Fuck-fuck-" George groaned, head falling back against the mattress, grip tightening on your wrists. "I'm-gonna-fuck-"

Fred's fingers remained on your clit, working you through your high as the two of them collectively shattered against you, their bodies tensing and breath sputtering in their lungs as they spilled their hot cum inside of you, fucking you through the remnants of their highs until they were utterly spent.

For a moment, no one moved, everyone fighting to catch their breath, to return back to earth. When Fred pulled out, all that you could do was whimper, your body a collection of sweat and cum and fluids; every nerve ending in your system tingling with lingering pleasure.

"Look at you..." Fred whispered, slumping down onto the mattress beside you, helping you get yourself off of George. "Completely filled and claimed by us."

As you rolled off George and collapsed down onto the mattress between them, they each wrapped their arms around you, holding you tightly between them as you all laid there panting, bodies awash and glistening with sweat.

"All ours..." George murmured against your neck, lids fluttering. "Isn't that right, princess?"

You sighed in satisfaction, nodding softly as you melted into their collective grasp. "All yours, boys...all yours."

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ship: fred weasley x reader x george weasley summary: fred and george dose the reader with a truth serum, which leads to her admitting a sexual fantasy including both brothers. warnings: dubious consent (truth potion is used to make the reader admit her sexual fantasies which then play out), pseudo-inc3st (the twins don't do anything sexual to each other but are both involved in the same sexual scenario), gender-neutral!reader (reader has a vagina but no pronouns are used) word count: 1.9k

Being friends with the Weasley twins was a constant rollercoaster.

There was never a dull moment, always an adventure to go on, a prank to pull, or witty banter bouncing between you and the brothers. Sometimes, you were helping Fred and George pull off their next big joke, but other times, you were their target. Sure, it could be frustrating, but it was also fun for you, and you always found ways to get them back.

You had been friends with the twins since your first year at Hogwarts, and that friendship had continued past Hogwarts and followed you into early-adulthood. You visited them at the flat over their shop in Diagon Alley often, where they showed you prototypes for new products and made you laugh until you cried with their antics.

It was a cold evening when you appeared in their fireplace, a bit dusty from the ashes, and were greeted with excited shouts from Fred and George before being pulled into a group hug.

As you looked up at their grinning faces, you couldn’t believe that there were people who still got the twins confused.

Fred had more freckles on his face, while George’s shoulders and arms had an abundance of them. When Fred laughed, he threw his head back, cackling loudly, while George usually gave more reserved chuckles, laughing down at his lap. And, well, George was fully missing an ear now, and Fred had a large scar on his temple from the Battle, where a piece of castle wall had crashed down on top of him.

“Finally,” Fred said, man-handling you onto the couch. “We’ve been waiting ages!”

“I’m only a few minutes late,” you replied, glancing at their clock, which wasn’t even working—it read 3:15, but it was well past 7:00 judging by the darkness outside.

“And are our few minutes not important to you?” George asked, sitting by your side. “We could have been using that time to come up with more brilliant inventions.”

“Or planned a clever scheme to spill a bucket of water on your head when you arrived,” Fred added.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m terribly sorry to have wasted your precious time,” you said, tone thick with sarcasm.

It was nice catching up with them. They updated you on each member of the Weasley family, such as Fleur’s pregnancy with her and Bill’s first child, or Percy’s upcoming wedding. You updated them on your own life as well, and it wasn’t long until they had pushed a glass of Firewhiskey into your hands.

“So, Y/N,” Fred said, leaning against the back of the couch. You immediately recognized the glint of mischief in his brown eyes, and braced yourself for whatever ridiculous question he was about to pose.

“Which of us do you think is the better looking twin?”

You opened your mouth, intending to say something like ‘neither of you’ or ‘you’re identical—what kind of stupid question is that?’ but the sentence that spilled from your lips instead was, “Well, you look pretty much the same, so I’d say you guys are equally attractive. I think the scar makes you look pretty hot, Fred, but George can really pull off the whole missing ear thing.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth, face burning.

The twins both erupted into giggles.

“Oh, you’re too kind!” George said. “I’m glad you find my lack of an ear sexy.”

“And my scar is flattered,” Fred added.

“What did you two do?” you asked, scowling.

“We might have stumbled upon a vial of Veritaserum…” George said, trying and failing to look guilty. “And put it in your drink. Just a drop, though! It’ll wear off soon.”

You wanted to insult them, yell at them, call them every insult and curse under the sun, but no words would leave your tongue. It was like the truth serum wouldn’t even let you pretend to be pissed off. Sure, this was an invasion of your privacy and totally sketchy, but you had known Fred and George for so long, you were sort of used to their antics by now. You should have been way angrier than you were, but it was just so typical of them, you couldn’t muster much more than annoyance.

What you did manage to say was, “Why?”

Both twins shrugged.

“For fun,” Fred said.

“And because we were curious about something,” George replied.

“About what?”

“About which of us you like better.”

You blinked at them. “Are you serious? We aren’t eleven anymore. Is it really a contest between you two to be the better twin?”

“Not really, no,” Fred said. “Even though we all know that it's me.”

George reached over you to playfully shove his brother’s shoulder. “It’s not about proving anything. We’re just curious. So, Y/N, who do you like better: me or Freddie?”

“I like you equally,” you said. “You are both hilarious, intelligent, and my best friends. I find it easier to connect with George on serious things, but Fred always knows the right thing to say when I need cheering up.”

Your face was flushing deeper, embarrassed at the cheesy, sentimental words that left your mouth. Fred and George had grown up in an incredibly loving, affectionate family and had never shied away from making their love known, but it was awkward to voice your own feelings out loud like that.

Both twins seemed rather touched, though

“Wow, I was expecting you to have to pick,” Fred said. “But that’s oddly sweet.”

You groaned. “Okay, okay, yes, I love you both, can we knock this off now?”

“No, we have more questions!”

“Such as…?”

“Would you fuck either of us?” George asked.

Fred was normally the more vulgar of the two, and the question coming from George’s lips instead took you even more off guard.

“Yes,” you said, unable to stop yourself. “Either of you. Or both of you.”

“At the same time?”

“Yes.”

Fred and George also showed their emotions differently. Fred was better at keeping his feelings to himself, but when he was flustered, his ears would turn pink. His ears had flushed slightly, and his eyes were wide as he licked his lips, clearly intrigued by your answer. George was also flushed, but the color went to his face, and he brushed his thumbs repeatedly over his thighs, a nervous tick he’d always had.

“Have you thought about this a lot?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Tell us how you’d want it.”

You couldn’t help but answer. “I would let you strip off my clothes, groping me. One of you is behind me, kissing my neck as you take off my shirt. The other is at my feet, pulling my pants down. Neither of you shut up the whole time, talking about me like I’m not even there. Commenting to each other about how pretty I am, how wet my pussy is for you. Whoever is between my legs starts to go down on me, while the other holds my body still so I can’t move away from how good it feels. I cum on your tongue, and the other wants a turn, too…”

The twins were both clearly aroused as you spoke.

“Do you want that? Now?” Fred asked, his voice low.

“Yes,” you breathed.

They waste no time switching their positions on the couch, George pulling your back against his chest while Fred positions himself between your legs, his hands eagerly moving to the waistband of your pants, tugging at it.

George took his time, hands sliding up your shirt, touching softly as he felt you up, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, lips teasing the skin there.

You couldn’t help but whine under their touches, loving every moment of it. You had truly dreamt of this for years, always too afraid to ruin the friendship. Sure, you had kissed both twins for dares back at school, but this was real and intimate and beautiful.

Fred made quick work of getting your bottom half undressed, and he kissed his ways along your thighs, cupping your ass with one hand, squeezing hard.

“So fuckin’ hot,” George breathed.

“I know, right?” Fred replied. “So good for us, too. Are we making your fantasy come true, love?”

You nodded, whimpering softly.

“So needy, too. You want to cum for us?”

You nodded again. “Yes, yes please.”

George chuckled, nipping at your ear as Fred’s mouth finally reached your pussy, his tongue licking tentatively at you before he found your clit, which he immediately focused his attention on.

Your noises only grew louder, more desperate.

“Already? You’re not very good at this whole build-up thing, Freddie,” George said.

“I think we’ve waited long enough for this,” Fred replied before returning to his task.

“You don’t want to be patient, do you, darling?” George asked, hugging you tightly from behind. “You’ve wanted this for so long, you just want to be good for us, take everything we’ve got?”

“Fuck yes,” you moan.

Fred was clearly just as eager as you are, apparently trying to make you cum as quickly as possible, like he was placing bets in his head.

“You like that, hm? Is he good at it? Making you feel good?” George said.

“Feels so fucking good.”

“Good. You gonna cum for him?”

“Yes, yes, I’m—”

It didn’t take long at all. Fred’s tongue was good for more than just witty comments, and your legs trembled as he sat up, lips shining with your slick and a smug smile on his face.

“I think this is the part where we switch jobs, Georgie.”

Your pussy was already so wet, so sensitive, you knew that George would be able to make you cum fast, too. It was almost embarrassing how easy you were, how turned on they made you.

The twins switched positions, and Fred wrapped his arms around your middle sweetly, dragging his fingers over your waist and making goosebumps spread over your abdomen, squirming in his grasp.

“Don’t try and get away, sweet thing,” Fred said. “Otherwise George won’t be able to have his turn. Just be good for us, okay? Be a good little slut.”

You whined, face hot as George’s lips found your inner thighs and kissed the skin there, slowly, teasingly. He was the more patient, more methodical of the two. He wasn’t going to go straight for your clit, he was going to keep you wanting. Maybe until you begged.

Fred began sucking a hickey into your throat, leaving you a moaning mess as the twins both worshiped your body like it was something sacred.

Finally, George’s tongue found your pussy, teasing your hole and folds before even bothering to touch your clit.

“Should he put his fingers inside you?” Fred asked.

You nodded fervently, thrusting your hips.

George complied immediately, sliding one finger inside which was quickly followed by a second, pumping slowly before curling into that special spot, which he had found surprisingly easily.

Your second orgasm came just as quickly as the first, your hands balling into fists and your toes curling. Once your body was able to relax, you looked up through teary eyes to see George licking your taste off of his fingers.

“Was that everything you dreamed?” Fred asked.

You opened your mouth, expecting the answer to roll off your tongue, but it didn’t. You realized that the potion had worn off, and smirked.

“It could have been better,” you said, thrilled with your ability to lie again.

Obviously, Fred and George had to remedy that immediately.

#fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #weasley twins x reader #fred weasley smut #george weasley smut #weasley twins smut #hp fic #ophelia's fics

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 1 year

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Y/n: *literally just existing*

Fred from afar: *staring lovingly*

Fred: look at her...I would die for her...I would kill for her...either way, what bliss?

George:

Lee:

Everybody near him:

Fred:...I said that out loud, didn't I?

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kmt123whatsthetea · 9 months

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Fred and George Weasley headcanon

What would they be like with the new employee at Weasley Wizard Wheezes?

A/N: until I get any ideas, I'm going to try writing shorts and headcanons. If you have any requests for shorts or requests for stuff they’d do with the reader etc, I’ll be more than happy to write them.

T/W: NSFW, Our favourite twins being pervy, maybe slightly dark (unknown ownership and the reader is innocent and unaware of the pervy twins’ antics), spanking, pinching, groping, nicknames, praise, drugging? (mentions of aphrodisiacs, sex pollen, and love potions), Smell kink? (like perfume and scent sniffing)

Both twins

- They’d be all over you, fact

-At first, they thought you didn't mind their attention, but then it dawned on them that you were innocent enough to not notice (that didn't stop them)

-One would ask you to bend down and get something or stand on the step ladder to reach higher stock, the other would be enjoying every glimpse of your underwear

-They would definitely get you a uniform, which would be a very short skirt and a top that shows a lot of skin (they just tell you that its standard uniform and that some of the products stain clothes)

-And if your uniform is ‘crooked’, they’ll happily adjust it for you

-You were so eager for the job that you barely even read your contract (luckily for them)

-In small print was a paragraph that stated that you belonged to them and that they could do anything they wanted to you, ANYTHING

-Making mistakes has its advantages

They won't dock your pay or give you a warning, they’ll just pinch your thighs or give your ass and pussy spanks until you learn your lesson (Fred started this punishment)

-If a customer takes a liking to you or tries to make a move, the twins will slip him some puking pastilles (they have their ways)

-If a customer is mean, they’ll let you sit on one of their laps whilst they comfort you (again, this customer will be getting some puking pastilles for making their favourite girl upset)

-Anything new they make, they try on you (or so they tell you. They only want you to test the new line of ‘potions’ that they have made *cough* aphrodisiac and a sex pollen potions *cough*)

-At first, they wanted to compete for you, but they realised that two heads are better than one

-If Ron comes in and tries to make a move, they bar him from entering (until Molly finds out and sends them a howler)

-They’re waiting for the right moment to spike you with a love potion

Fred Weasley

-Fred is more handsy

-If your thigh is showing, his hands are already there

-If you’re on the stepladder, he will definitely grope your ass and tell you that he's making sure you don't fall

-One of his sneaky tricks involves dropping a small box that has small pieces inside onto you, he's just hoping that some of those pieces will fall out between your tits and he’s more than happy to reach between them to get them out

-If its George’s day off and a customer makes you upset, you will have to hold him back because he will whip his wand out (his magic wand, you dirty minds)

-He’s more possessive of you, and more handsy, and meaner (he will make sure you make a mistake just to punish you)

-Fred has taken a liking to calling you Kitten

George Weasley

-George is sweeter

-He can be just as sneaky as Fred, but he’ll praise you more often than he’ll punish you

-If you get tired when you stand at the till, he won't let you use the chair. As far as he’s concerned, you’re only allowed to sit on his lap or not sit at all (so he’ll just sit down and make you sit on his lap)

-If a customer is mean to you, George will stroke your hair (whilst you’re on his lap) and press small kisses to your cheek, which you think he’s doing to make you smile but he’s doing it cause he loves how you smell

-There have been times where you pout to him about Fred’s punishments, but he just strokes your hair and pretends to feel sorry, saying something like “you should have been a good girl and then Fred won't pinch those pretty little thighs”

-If you come to work and it's raining outside, George will let you change into a shirt of his whilst your clothes dry (he won't wash that shirt, he’ll keep it and smell it whilst his hand works wonders *wink* *wink*)

-George has taken a liking to calling you bunny

#george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley x fem #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #fred and george #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley headcanons #george weasley headcanon #weasley twins #weasley twins smut #fred weasley fic #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x fem!reader #george weasly x reader

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dreamcubed · 9 days

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hp fanfic recs!!

hello all! i feel like i dont interact enough with this community, so here's some recs for you all (i do follow these people, on my main blog @emptytakeawaycup) give them a follow too!

mattheo riddle;

we aren't over (18+) - @slytherinslut0

summary; fwb gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off

this love - @wordsarelife

summary; mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend

let me ruin fuck you (18+) - @slytherinslut0

summary; worried that mattheo was just going to use you for sex and leave, you had him agree to courting you first until you felt you were ready to take it to the next level. after months of this, mattheo finally can’t take it anymore, and lands himself on his knees at your feet

theodore nott;

the cat chronicles - @obsessedwithceleste

summary; five times theodore nott *accidentally* stole your cat

darling socialite - @fangisms

summary; you are talkative as all hell, and theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener

just like your boyfriend - @angelfrombeneth

summary; you and theodore are the new it couple in hogwarts. theo's known for always causing up a stir but never you. at least you do yours in private. it isn't until your faced with skylar snaggle, the one girl you can't stand that you break that streak

too many nights - @priniya

summary; theodore nott spent too many nights, smoking and hanging out with matt’s little sister to not make her his girlfriend

second hand smoking - @evergone

summary; a short one where theo teaches the reader how to smoke

i'm [nott] a bad person - @evergone

summary; the reader and theo are accused of causing a fight, but they swear they didn't do it

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

fred weasley;

something that we're not - @sergeantbuckybarnes

summary; you and fred are friends. best friends. who happen to cuddle and sleep in bed together all the time

anything - @ibbythebee

summary; fred would do anything to see you, "hogwart's strictest prefect", loosen up

first time (18+) - @frenziedfireworks

summary; you've been trying to figure out how to bring up sex to your boyfriend...

george weasley;

blindsided - @desideriumwriter

summary; as the gryffindor quidditch team celebrates their win on the field, malfoy begins to openly throw insults in front of george and fred towards them, their parents, harry, and you. george isn’t able to ignore and shrug off his mockery. it only ends in a shocking altercation between the redheaded gryffindor and sneering slytherin

blaise zabini;

everything i'll ever need - @slytherinslut0

summary; your boyfriend whisks you away from the enchanting yule ball, blindfolding your eyes in mystery, alluding to a secret spot. though he suggests it's merely to show you something, what unfolds is a testament to his deep appreciation for your love of nature and a showcase of his genuine gentlemanly demeanour

a night at the museum - @pizzaapeteer

summary; where your boyfriend blaise takes you for your birthday to your favourite place

draco malfoy;

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

remus lupin;

remus can tell you have a crush on him - @luveline

remus and you exist in your own little bubble - @luveline

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suugarbabe · 9 months

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Masterlist

Works marked with a * are 18+, works marked with a * are 18+ adjacent. If you see a work marked with an asterisk (*) and choose to click on it, you are working under the assumption that you are over the age of 18 and consenting to the content that you are about to read. Please be safe and aware of your online consumptions.

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I am only doing taglists for Saving Grace and Forget Me Not. I do not do general tags for each character.

Mattheo Riddle*

Theodore Nott*

Draco Malfoy

Lorenzo Berkshire

Blaise Zabini

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

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crysttalsblog · 2 months

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WELL YOU HAVENT SEEN MY MAN.

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myboipotterimagines · 5 months

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Golden Pt. 3 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Hi guys! This is Part 3 of Golden! I did want to put a warning up here that this fic is 18+ (minors dni). There will be smut beneath the cut. You've been warned. ;)

Part One

Part Two

For a moment you didn't know where you were.

Your eyes focused on Fred's sleeping face. It was soft and you could almost see a slight smile pulling at his lips. You almost reached out to touch him before an arm wrapped around you from behind, pulling you against them.

Oh, you thought, the other Weasley. In his sleep, he wasn't nearly as much of an arsehole. He now held your body taught against his, enclosing you in with an arm tightly around your chest and stomach. Exactly where your mark hid under your chunky sweater.

You jump when his fingers drag from your waist to the hemline of your sweater. His fingers brush against your stomach before he works his slender digits higher, resting on the valley of your chest. Your heartbeat refuses to slow as George readjusts his body behind you, drawing you even closer. "And I thought you didn't want me to be your soulmate, princess," he whispers, mouth grazing your ear. "You're the one who pulled me over," you retorted, eyes locked on his twin who was sleeping only inches away from the two of you. "But you're the one with the racing heart." You didn't even need to see his face to know he was smirking. "You don't like it there, sweetheart? Where do you want it?" "Not in my shirt," you hissed. "Your brother is right bloody there."

He hummed behind you, his chest vibrating against you. His hand lowered from your shirt, onto the hem of your sweats. "This better, princess?" You gasped, but George's other hand flew to cover your mouth. Fred stirred slightly, but didn't wake. "You've got to be quiet now, or you'll wake up poor Freddie. Poor thing won't know what to think if he wakes up to you moaning my name."

His other hand slowly started wandering down. "And I'll stop if you want me to, of course," he added once he made it to the base of your hips. "But I don't think you want me to. Do you, darling?" After a moment, you shook your head. "Thought not," he smirked.

His hand traveled farther done and he gasped softly. "No knickers? You just knew one of us would end up inside of you, didn't you, princess?" Your cheeks burned under his hand and suddenly you felt very exposed, with Fred asleep beside you and his brother's hand down your sweats. You fidget within his grasp, which he promptly noticed. "Aw, don't get embarrassed now sweetheart." His fingers rub back and forth over your sex, getting you embarrassingly wet. "You can be embarrassed when you wake up your other soulmate."

Without warning, his fingers sunk into your cunt, masterfully curling to hit your most sensitive areas as they went in and out, all at a breakneck speed that left you breathless. His other hand pulled your face to the side, exposing your neck to him. Without slowing the speed of his fingers, he began leaving sloppy kisses up and down your neck, along with what you assumed would be a mess of hickeys. When his kisses turned into a sharp bite right below your ear, your breathless pants turned into actual moans, which he quickly silenced. His hand drew tighter over your mouth, nails digging crescents into your cheek.

"Fred's hands may never hurt you, but you'll be begging for mine to," he hissed, somehow quickening the speed of his fingers pumping into you. His words bring you right to the edge, a mess within his hands. "Getting close, sweetheart?" he asks, keenly aware that you're about to snap. You nod, vision starting to blur. He then repositions slightly, allowing his thumb to rub quick circles over your clit. You would have been writhing from the touch if you weren't within his clutch. It was becoming too much. The edges of your vision went back and goosebumps covered your skin. "Come for me, princess," he whispered in your ear. And then you were coming apart in his hands, cunt squeezing down on his fingers as you tried to force your legs together from the pleasure. You couldn't stop the moans that left your mouth, hopefully muffled by the hand still covering your mouth.

"'Atta girl," he whispered as you came down from your high. "That's a good girl." Your head was foggy from your orgasm and his words were not helping. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty. He was propped above you now, allowing you to look up at him. He slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them dry. "Mm," he moaned, before looking down at you. "I guess this'll be our little secret, right princess?"

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Alright friends, above is my first attempt at smut ever. Hopefully it is not disgustingly awful or you may find this fic just gone. Love ya

taglist: @rk-ceres, @foji2000, @hazilyss, @f-e-222, @luthien-elvenia-asher (sorry some people wouldn't actually tag, but I promise I tried) <3

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catsgut · 10 months

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Torturous//bully!weasley twins x afab!reader

CW: mentions past bullying, reader is a hufflepuff and goes through puberty summer before 7th year. Later on, this story will contain dark content such as nonconsensual sex, abuse, and manipulation. Read at your own risk!

word count: 1k

Never in your life did you think you would turn into the young woman you were today. Sure, you weren’t as beautiful as your mother (although she would say differently), but you were impressed with how you filled out the summer before your last year at Hogwarts. It wasn’t unknown that you were a late bloomer, but better late than never, right?

Maybe you would even find yourself a boyfriend, you thought as you finished packing your suitcase. It was the night before you left home for school. You never got over the excitement of getting to finally see your friends again and your favorite professors.

With a squeal, you rolled into bed and coved the majority of your face. Staring up at your ceiling, a feeling of dread washed over you. The twins. How could you forget? The thought of your peaceful summer coming to an end made you sigh. They were your worst nightmare. That’s the one thing you were worried about and it was enough to even make you reconsider going this year. But alas, it was your last year. Just one more and you would be free from the tortures they put you through… forever.

You giggled softly as one of your friends pointed as Charlie, a cute boy in your house passed by your cart. He smiled at you and continued to make his way down the train. “You look good!” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “I see your chest finally grew in,” her comment made you blush as you rolled your eyes. “Not as much as moms…. but I’m glad I finally look a little more my age,” you agreed, thoughts drifting back to Charlie. Maybe he would notice? You hoped.. he might even think you were cute and ask you on a date! I mean, you were both Hufflepuffs. The thought was enough to boost your confidence a little. A date with the cutest boy in your house, a girl could dream!

Your day dream was cut short by a hand snapping in front of your dazed face. “Wake up, love,” the deep voice spoke in your ear. You turned your head in horror to see the red head smirk. “Pleasure seeing you again, ay?” Fred teased and you scooted back towards the window. “Go away,” was all you managed to squeak out before he laughed. Winking at you, he followed his brother down the aisle. You grimaced.

“You have got to stand up for yourself this year! It’s bad enough you let them torment you, but this year will be different. You can’t let the bullying happen anymore, y/n….” but you weren’t listening to her, only thinking about how uncomfortable you felt with his face next to your head. It wasn't the first time Fred had gotten in your face, usually to spew nasty words at you, but it was the first time you felt a burn in your lower stomach. You weren’t sure what it was, maybe how much taller and muscular he was now or the fact that he finally got a much needed haircut, but the feeling slowly pooled up inside your underwear. “This year will be different for sure,” you mumbled as the train's horn shot through the air.

Later that night as you ate dinner after the sorting hat ceremony, your eyes drifted back over to where Fred and George were sitting. The both of them were laughing with some sixth-year Gryffindor; she was twirling her hair and giggling in between them. You almost felt jealous of her, but chalked it up to you never really catching the eye of any boy your age. Actually, the twins were the only ones who ever gave you any kind of attention. 'Just the shitty kind,' you grumbled to yourself. Deciding it would be smart to have an early night, so you left the Hufflepuff table and made your way to your common room.

The empty walls were cold and the air almost felt damp from the pouring rain outside. You shivered and hugged your arms around your freezing body, feeling the goosebumps littering your arms. It almost hurt; it felt like your body was in fight or flight by the way your heart was racing. You were actuall starting to get nervous as the feeli-

"Hello there,' a voice said in your left ear, making you quickly turn your head. Nothing. "Over here," it said again to your right. There they stood leaning against each other. "i'll say, y/n... you've grown," George chuckled and made a point to look at your chest. Fred snickered and walked forward taking a handful of your hair. "We missed you, love," he said using the nickname he's always called you. You rolled your eyes, "I'm sure you did, Fred, but now isn't the time." you tried to sound unintimidated, but you were sure they saw right past that.

Your hand came up to grab Fred's wrist, but George caught it before you could. "Watch yourself, we just wanted to say hello," he spoke sternly with amusement in his eyes. Fred tugged your hair a bit to the side before letting go. "George and I were bored all summer without little y/n to keep us company. I'm excited for all the fun the three of us will be having... especially now that you've finally grown into a young woman," he winked and the two of them made their way towards their common room, leaving you sweating despite the air's temperature.

Laying in bed that night you wondered what the twins had meant. Sure they messed with you every year, but something about their tone scared you even more than usual. What had you going through puberty have anything to do with it. You had a feeling they had something sinister planned, and with a gulp you rolled over and tucked the blanket up over your head. 'This year will be different. This year will be different,' you chanted over and over till you fell asleep while down in the Gryffindor common rooms, the twins smiled knowingly at each other. They finally had their toy back in their grasp, only they were going to end this year with a bang.

Thank you for reading! I'm excited to continue this story!! i’m having fun with it:)

#fred weasley smut #george weasley smut #weasley twins x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter fanfic #weasley twins smut

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karahofthedawn · 1 year

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You Owe Us One (Part 1) - Fred Weasley / George Weasley x reader

*this is my first post, so I'm not entirely sure how this all works lol

Plot:

After tailing the Weasley twins after dark for months, they finally catch on and confront you.

It seems impossible that they ever had their eyes on you, but they are determined to prove their interest and intentions.

And anyway.. you do kind of owe them for stalking them.

Essentially... Pure smut.

Part 2 is up.

Contains:

Threesome, teasing, fingering, underage sex, vaginal and oral sex.

5.2k words

Edit: figured out how to add the read more option

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It wasn't the first time you explored Hogwarts castle on your own. Since your first year, you found that the best way to get to know the secret tunnels and passages was when the rest of Hufflepuff was fast asleep. There, now in your 6th year and within the dark hours, you could find solace in those old cold stone walls.

This night started like any other, with your wand clutched in your hand as you headed down the deserted corridor. You keep light on your feet as you carefully move towards one of your chosen paths. The goal was to reach the blind folded woman's statue, and it was just around the bend.

That's when quickened footsteps echoed behind you. You swiftly turn the corner and begin searching for an escape route. From the shuffled steps and angry murmuring, you knew that it had to be Filch.

He couldn't catch you, not again.

The blind folded woman was at the end of the hallway, but as the light source became brighter, you knew it was impossible to make it in time.

You could give up, grovel and beg for Filch to understand. Maybe just take the punishment of detention and face Professor Sprout for sneaking off again. How many times could you be forgiven?

Your breath catches in your chest as a warm hand covers your mouth.

A whispered voice is in your ear now. "Step back, come on. We got you."

As the footsteps grew nearer, you did as you were instructed and stepped back. Your spine pushes against the stranger, his hand slips from your face and onto your shoulders. You shut your eyes as you allow him to guide you into the shadows.

Filch passes without hesitation, and you could hear his frustrated muttering fade as he moves further down the hall. You exhale sharply and return your wand back to your pocket. As you come to your senses, you realize that you're no longer in a place you recognize. This was a passageway, but not one you had explored before. The walls were sticky from condensation and the dampness hung in the air.

You blindly turn your head. You could hear breathing, but you couldn't make out who's silhouette it was.

"Close call," the voice whispers.

A similar one chimes in, "very close. Lumos!"

The second that their wands illuminate, you recognize the two boys as the Weasley twins - Fred and George. They glance at each other before staring down at an old piece of parchment paper that was in the one brother's hands.

"You're lucky George saw you before Filch did," Fred beams and tucks the paper away delicately into his back pocket.

"He's never over here this time of night," you huff and turn to see the now dead end that replaced the door in which you originally came. Their light brown eyes focus on you as you run your hand over the cool stone wall.

Without needing to ask, George obliges with an answer. "It's a one way door. It really threw us through a loop the first time we used it too."

You turn on your heel and push past the two boys. Their copper hair glows from the light from their wands as they follow closely behind you.

"How did you even find this place?" You ask as you stride further into the darkness and take a sharp turn to the right. A soft orange glow came into sight and you head towards it.

"We know all of the secret tunnels that Hogwarts has," one of them replied.

It was a short walk in the darkness before you reached a doorway where the orange light was originating from. You placed a hand on it and went to push it open.

One of the Weasley's puts their hand over yours. "That's not the way out," he quickly explains.

"Okay, but what's in here?" You ask and watch the two boys look at each other. For a moment they seem to be talking telepathically, as they only made small movements with their eyes and mouths, but it was like a full fledged debate was happening silently right in front of you.

"Fred and I want to know, Y/N, do you think you could keep a secret?" George said with a smile, resting his forearm against the wall and staring intently down at you.

You take a moment to debate your answer. Of course you can keep a secret, but why are they acting so weird about what's in this room? Your curiosity would eat at you if you didn't find out.

Another question rang out, how did they know your name? You hadn't spoken to them before, and you weren't on the Quidditch team like them. Nor were you the type to put yourself in the limelight. You pushed the thought back, as your interest in this hidden room was piqued once again.

"Okay, yeah, I'll keep your secret" you say confidently. They regard each other for a moment, then Fred nods. They gesture for you to open the door.

The space was brightly lit from a fireplace in the middle of the room. A red couch that appeared old but in good shape sat to the left, and on the other side was a large wooden table. There were boxes piled on top with jars lined across with different plants and miscellaneous ingredients. A cauldron lay on its side with a green substance oozing out onto the dusty stone floor.

The door shuts behind you, and you turn to see Fred leaning against it. George approaches you and lays his hand over your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his palm as he guides you over to the table. He pulls your side against his as he gestures dramatically to the mess, like a proud parent to their children’s sports trophies. He reaches for a vial with a light pink liquid inside. He held in it between his forefinger and thumb, he began explaining just how one drop of this concoction would cause even the strongest willed person to fall madly in love with whoever is in front of them for roughly 10 minutes at a time.

"It wasn't intended that way," Fred added, still at the door. "It was supposed to be an emergency fainting potion. That way you can get out of any class or tense situation by feigning illness."

George nodded. "But, we did make a few tweaks to it. We are hoping to get this right by Spring."

"Right," you said, taking in the entire scene. You could already imagine the boys sitting up all night as they mix and test their new concoctions. "There was word out that you sell this kind of.. stuff." You tap the table with your knuckles and study the vials once more. Their mischievous nature wasn't a secret. They were proud of who they were and what they loved to do, it was a reason so many in the Gryffindor house adored them.

"So, Y/N, you kind of owe us," George started and gave a quick side eye to his brother who smirked.

You scoff and fold your arms. "Owe you?"

"Well, we did save you from Filch, didn't we?" Fred reminds you gently as he steps across the room and stands on the other side of you.

You turn to him and furrow your brows. “And I'm keeping your hideout a secret, so doesn't that make us even?" You defended and watched the brothers shuffle their feet.

"She has a point, Fred," George points out and covers his smile with his hand.

"Listen," Fred said cooly as he approaches you. "Let’s cut to the chase here. We've been watching you for some time." He pulls the parchment from his pocket and lays it out on the table. "We know you’re out and about when you should be sleeping like your other little Hufflepuff friends.”

"Walks help me clear my head," you say quickly as Fred takes another step towards you. The fire dances in his now golden brown eyes as he observes you even closer.

"We know you watch us too," George whispers from behind you, making chills run down your spine. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your hair. "Might have gotten away with it too, if we didn't have our map."

“And the map never lies,” Fred said while pointing to where their names lay on the parchment.

You look down at the floor as the heat rises in your cheeks. You were so sure they had no clue, that you had tailed them expertly for so long that you became a master of being unseen. It started off as a small crush that turned into a borderline obsession the more you learned about the brothers. Now you've been caught, and the terror stricken realization that they knew about it along was starting to seep in.

"I'm sorry," you spurt out. "It was stupid, I know. But I wasn't going to tell anyone what you were doing, and I still won't." You look Fred in the eyes and he smiles as you whimper, "I promise."

"We believe you," George says quietly as he moves your hair from your neck. The tip of his fingers graze over your skin. You try to hold back the shiver it gives you but it's no use. They both immediately seem to pick up on it and step even closer.

You were between them both now, as they were each just inches away from your chest and back. George's hot breath on your neck as Fred reaches out and tilts your head up. "Well you owe us now, don't you?"

A lump was in your throat and you squeaked out, "I.. I guess, yeah." Your legs felt like jello as George's fingers trailed from your jaw to your collarbone, only stopping as he reached the threshold of where your shirt was. His touch was so much gentler than you had always imagined; and, how you’ve imagined it almost every night before bed, sometimes during class, or even just at random times in general. You'd fantasize about twins and how you’d give anything to know what it felt like to be the center of their attention, the way they had been for you for so long.

George’s chest presses against your back, and you lean against his touch and close your eyes. His temple meets yours as he ever so slowly places his both hands on your waist. “Tell me,” he says so quietly that you have to focus on exactly what he’s saying. “Do you want us as much as we want you?”

Your eyes flick open with surprise, and before you could answer, Fred meets your mouth with his. His lips are soft and fit perfectly against yours. His fingers tangle in your hair as he pushes you back into George with his own body. The feeling of being between them made the fire in your chest travel down your torso and into your stomach, where it bloomed into a powerful yearning that made your legs immediately start to shake. You wanted to play hard to get, the way you had always envisioned, but it seemed almost impossible now.

“Wait,” you gasp out as George begins kissing down your neck. He pauses immediately and nudges his head against you.

“What is it, Y/N?” Fred asks as his fingers leave your hair and cradle your face tenderly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say shakily, trying to ignore just how much you long for their hands over every inch of you. “I just, I-I’m just a little confused by, well, all of this. It’s so sudden.. And..” The brothers pulled back, their warmth leaving and left you immediately regretting even saying anything. You weren’t against any of this, but it seemed just too good to be true.

George laces his fingers with yours as Fred moves the hair from your face. “Come on, let’s have a sit then,” George said as he guided you to the couch.

You sit squeezed between the twins on the red cushions. They glance between each other and you. Even without them saying a word, you could tell that they were anxious. To break the silence, you reach out and take both Fred and George’s hands and begin with asking the question that was heaviest in your mind. “How long did you know?”

“Oh,” the boys regarded each other again for a moment before Fred answered with, “a while.”

“Really?” You blink and squeeze their fingers, and they both nod in response.

“Like I said, you would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the Marauders map. You are quite resourceful and sneaky for a Hufflepuff,” George remarks with a cheshire cat grin.

Fred nudges you with his shoulder and tilts his head when you look his way. “I think that’s why we took such a liking to you. You kept it..”

“Interesting,” George continued for his brother. “But it’s hard to catch someone so evasive.”

“So we had to set a trap,” Fred explains sheepishly. “Maybe not the best move in the book.”

George exclaimes, “but here we are!”

“Right..” You bite your lip and adjust in your seat. “So, Filch was..?”

“A diversion, in a sense, yeah,” Fred admits, then avoids her gaze and stares off into the flames of the fireplace. He smooths back his red hair and smiles at your hand in his.

“So you really.. Are into this, then? Not a secret Weasley love potion gone wrong?” You ask shyly, realizing how it was showcasing your inability to accept their genuine interest in you. It felt like a dream that you were going to wake up from at any minute.

They laugh in unison and put their arms around you. Their temples pressing against both sides of yours. “Oh bloody hell - George?”

“Yeah, Fred?”

“Did you take that love potion?”

“Why, no. Did you?”

Fred hesitates as he taps his finger to his lips. His face pulls into a serious expression as he squints towards the ceiling. “You know what?”

“What?” His brother pipes up, matching his upbeat tone.

“I don’t think I have either,” Fred states with a large toothy grin.

You went to cover your face with your hands in embarrassment, but they held onto you. “I got it,” you giggle and lean your head back into the cushion behind you. You’ve always loved their banter, and right now it was exactly what you needed to feel assured in what they were telling you. They both watch you with curiosity written all over their faces. “I just never thought you’d notice me, is all,” you admit and blush.

“Do you need us to prove that we do?” Fred asks playfully, then lifts his free hand and gently strokes your hair from away from your jaw to behind your shoulder. The cold air hits your exposed neck and you shudder.

Your mind races as both of the boys slowly begin touching your arm and shoulders. George's fingers travel up the other side of your neck and find your earlobe. His large hands gingerly wrap around the back of your neck and his lips are just inches from your hair.

"Do you want us to show you how much we notice you, Y/N?" His voice is soft but raspy, and his breath is hot against your skin.

You feel your face start to flush. This had to be a dream. There's no way you're here right now, alone with the two boys you've yearned for. You turn to George now and he holds your face with the palm of his hand. You nod as your attention flicks between his dilated pupils and his parted lips. You wonder if the two boys taste the same.

"We want to hear you say it, right Fred?" George says and places his thumb ever so gently on your lower lip. From his fidgeting legs, you could tell he was working hard on holding back.

You nod again and follow up with a quiet, but very clear, "yes." George searches your face for a moment, like he was trying to write it to his memory forever.

The tension in your chest finally bursts as you lean forward and kiss him. You muffle a small gasp of surprise that leaves his mouth with your tongue. He matches your energy almost immediately. He unweaves his fingers with yours, and tangles them in your hair.

You make an immediate mental note that George does, in fact, taste different. Not just that, but his energy in a whole feels completely foreign from his brother's. His touch was gentle and he moved like a boat would in water, fluid and adapting.

Your tongue rolls against his as his torso pushes you into Fred, who is kissing down your neck and onto your shoulder as he pulls down your sweater to reveal more of your bare skin.

Your legs instinctively close tightly as Fred's hands find your thigh. Maybe it wasn't a waste putting on thigh high socks and a skirt tonight after all. Plan for the unexpected, you always thought.

You turn your head and pull Fred into a lustful kiss. His beautiful copper hair softly brushes against your cheek. You know if this continues, soon your whole body will match that same shade of red.

George wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you onto his lap. Your ass sits lightly on top of his bulge, that he's now pressing hard into you. His hands wander up your torso as his brother continues to hold you by your face with both hands.

Fred pulls back, a trail of saliva still connects your mouth with his. You feel George pull up your sweater. The damp cold air meets your stomach and chest. A little lacey black bralette covers your breasts as the rest of your pale skin glows in the orange light.

The room echoes with your soft moan that escapes your lips as George grinds up into you again. You look longingly at Fred, as he remains inches from your face. He watches you squirm as his brother slowly pries your legs apart with his, leaving your panties slightly exposed.

"You sure this is ok?" Fred checks in and places his palm on your bare thigh.

You nod breathlessly as George begins pushing against you, his erection even more prominent now. Fred smiles and looks down at your legs being spread open in front of him. His grip loosens around your thigh and creeps ever so slowly towards where you ache.

You need him. You need them both. Your legs shake as his fingers meet the edge of the silky material. He looks to you again and you grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in to a hungry kiss.

George matches your energy by letting his thumbs sneak under your bra and over your nipples. He carefully rolls his fingers over the hardened nubs, and you respond by grinding against him. His grip hardens and his head rolls back against the cushion.

Fred takes the opportunity to graze gently over your now soaked panties. Your attention snaps back to him and he grins through a kiss. He loved teasing you like this. They were both playing you like a fiddle. Their hands were separate but worked in unison to hit every spot that craved their touch.

All of your self control you had to not make noise left the second that Fred presses the pad of his index finger over your center. You let out a loud gasp and your legs start shaking from both excitement, and George holding them apart. You go between wiggling under their touch and pushing hard against George's chest.

It felt impossible for you to take in everything that was happening to you. You wish you could just slow it down so you could fully remember this moment for the rest of your life.

Fred's face reddens as he carefully sneaks his fingers under your panties and rests them right over your slick slit. His tongue probes your mouth the same time that he finds your clit and muffles your cries and whimpers. He plays with you so gently, just barely touching your needing and aching nub.

Your back curves, and George catches your neck with his mouth. He licks at your skin, sucking gently at the crook where your neck and shoulder meet. His palms slide under your bralette and he caresses your breasts tenderly. You can hear him breathing and panting underneath you, his erection pulsates against your ass.

Your attention is ripped away from the twin behind you as Fred's middle finger begins to penetrate you. This time, he lifts his mouth from yours and stares directly into your eyes. You bite back a moan and crane your head away in embarrassment. He quickly catches your cheek and holds you steady.

The flames dance in his eyes. "Do you like it?" He asks, his voice low and gravely.

You nod, still fighting to stay quietly. He responds by pushing his digit in even further. Your walls tighten around him, and he grins devilishly.

One of George's hands runs down your stomach and slides right under your panties. He whispers in your ear as you squirm under his touch, "it's okay, Y/N, nobody will hear you. You don't have to be quiet, just let it out."

A sudden quake of pleasure erupts from your core as Fred pushes his finger all the way inside. You could feel his knuckles against your folds as he carefully pumps it in and out of you. George coos encouragingly in your ear quietly as he rubs your slick clit with two fingers.

"Look at you," Fred smirks and wriggles his finger in a 'come here' fashion. "You've wanted this all along, haven't you?"

Your eyes widen and you shut your mouth in protest. You were trying to hold onto a semblance of control, that you weren't completely weak in their hands. But every second, your body quaked even more with their touch. The pressure between your legs was building, and you knew it wouldn't be long before they'd get what they want - what you always wanted.

Fred's eyes shifted to the side, and his smirk grew even larger. Just like that, they stopped in unison. He looked back at you and wiped some sweat from your temple with his thumb. His hand began moving away, and you bucked your hips in protest.

They twins laugh. George removes his hand from your breast and wraps his fingers tenderly around your neck. His large hands fit so easily around you that it made your chest flutter. "You're a stubborn one."

"I told you she'd be interesting," Fred says with a slight raise of his brow. He admires your nude and shaking body. "Now how about you tell us just what you want." The crackling of the fire fills the silence that follows.

They remain still, Fred's finger still buried inside of you as George's hand lingers over your clit. They know what you want, so why do they need to hear it? It's embarrassing enough to be so vulnerable, why did they need you to give in even more?

Fred shrugs and goes to pull away, but you quickly grab his wrist. You need release, you need to feel both of them inside of you. You need to know what it's like to be under their complete control.

"I-.." your voice dries as you go to speak. Fred leans in, and George nudges you encouragingly with his forehead. "I want you to make me feel good."

"Oh, so you don't feel good already?" Fred teases and starts to add a second finger in your entrance.

You sigh out, in both frustration and anticipation. "You're ridiculous," you say breathily.

George returns his pressure on your clit and keeps his grasp around your neck. "You're ridiculous," he mocks back. "Just say it, tell us what you want." You turn your head and shoot him a glare, then a loud moan finally pierces through your self control as Fred fully forces in two fingers.

"Fuck!" You yell out as he curls his fingers and presses his knuckles against you. Your walls shake and squeeze, and you can feel that tension from before immediately building up towards your peak. "Please! Please!" You can't stop shaking now. Your spine curves and your hips twitch.

"Please what?" Fred teasingly asks.

"Tell us," George encourages as he circles your clit.

"Please, fucking make me cum. God!" Your brain hazes over and you tilt your head back against George. "Then I want you both to fuck me!" You were so embarrassed that you admitted it, but it was immediately erased by your quick building orgasm.

"Good girl!" George laughed and sunk his teeth into your shoulder lightly. His hard cock pushes against you as your hips grind, desperate for more friction.

Fred's mouth collides with yours, right as your legs and walls begin to quiver. His wet tongue slid in between your lips and he caught your loud moan. Instead of muffling you, he pulled back and admired your flushed and pleasure filled face as you came all over his fingers.

"Fuck," you pant and look right into Fred's hungry stare. His fingers left you, and you could feel George fidget underneath you.

"As you wish," he said with a grin.

Before you could even comprehend what he meant, you are lifted by George and laid on your back against the red velvet cushions. He looms over you as he slips your panties off your legs. You look down and see that he already partially removed his black pants. His thick erection was exposed and only inches away from your opening.

You stare up at him and squirm nervously. He seems to pick on this and leans down and kisses your cheek. He whispers so quietly that you know that it would remain between the both of you. "I'll be gentle, don't worry."

Your heart races as he pulls back and smiles at you. He lines up with your entrance, rubbing your sensitive slit with the head until it is covered in your slick. He pushes, and you reach up and grab his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving tiny crescent moons behind.

Another small thrust, and the burning starts. You gasp as he carefully inserts the rest of his cock inside of you. It was like he was made for you, the way he perfectly fills you up. His hips meet yours, and then he pulls back slightly. He keeps pausing and seemingly checks in on you.

"Please," you beg. "I need you, George."

George nods and grabs you by the hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. His lips meet yours, but the kiss is hungrier than it had ever been. He tilts his head and rolls his tongue against yours as he slams down into you. You choke on your moans as he grips your hair and thrusts harder into you. Your body feels like it's on fire as his cock repeatedly stretches your walls, going deeper and deeper.

Your back is completely pushed in the cushion now as his pace becomes more steady. Your eyes are tearing from the mixture of pain and pleasure that fills every inch of you. You feel loved, wanted, needed, and lusted.

Fred watches from the couch side, a devilish grin across his face as he rubs at his erection. His eyes are on you. Every moan you let you make him shudder with excitement.

George's thrusting stops and he pulls out, you go to protest but he flips you over in an instant. Your shaking knees and hands dig into the red cushion. You feel completely vulnerable as the cold air caresses your bare skin. Somewhere in the midst, you had lost your shirt and didn't even realize.

George appears in front of you now, his wet cock gleaming in the fire light. You reach up and gently massage the tip of his cock. He pulsates under your fingers as you glide them over the sensitive tip, then down his thick shaft.

You lock eyes with him, and slowly lick up his length. He shudders and moves your hair from your face. His small breathy noises drove you wild. You always dreamed of making the Weasely twins feel good.

Two hands were on your hips now, and you knew it was Fred's turn to fuck you. Your chest blooms with excitement as rubs his cock on the outside of you first. The anticipation of him taking you made your clit start lightly pulsating.

You try to focus your attention on George as his brother penetrates you. Your walls immediately squeeze Fred as he enters, and take George fully in your mouth at the same time. You let out a mixture of moans and choking sounds as you start getting fucked slowly.

George took you by the hair again and forced himself further down your throat, then pulled you back so you could breathe again. He does this a few times, pausing to let you scream out as Fred continues to pound into you.

The slapping of hips against your ass mixed with your muffled screams echoes in the stone walled room. This was heaven, you are sure of it - In between the two men you craved for years and letting them use your body for their pleasure.

Fred leans down and pries your legs apart, then slips his hand over your clit again. Your moans were inescapable now, and this seemed to make George even harder in your mouth. Both kept their grip on you, as they thrusted on both ends of you.

What felt like seconds, you start to reach your peak again. Your walls shudder and Fred increases his speed with his fingers and thrusts. You look up at George, who has his head rolled back as he fucks your mouth.

Your orgasm reaches you and you close your legs, trapping Fred's hand, and shake violently. He keeps working on you, the overstimulation sends you over a second time. You go to back off of George's cock, but he holds you steady and he moans out. His cum rolls over your tongue and you immediately start to swallow it.

At the same time, Fred finally collapses over you as he fills your pussy. Both leave themselves inside of you for several seconds, before slowly pulling out of you.

You collapse on George's chest, breathing heavy and trembling. Fred lets you rest your legs over his lap and caresses your thigh with the tip of his fingers.

The brothers look at each other and then high five dramatically. You bury your face in your hands and groan.

"Guess I don't owe you anymore?" You say, still keeping your embarrassed expression hidden.

The brothers both shrugged, and George answered teasingly, "Only if you want to."

You all laugh, and you feel yourself get drowsy. You think you might want to owe them one again sometime soon.

Or maybe, they can owe you instead.

#fred and george weasley #fred and george weasley x reader #fred and george weasley smut #fred weasley smut #george weasley smut

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rafesmuse · 5 months

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˖ .♡ .˚⊹ ALL 11K CELEBRATION ASKS ⊹˚. ♡. ˖

a collection of the celebration asks i have done for my 11k celebration.

nav. // m.lists // obx daydreams // hp daydreams

— PORN LINKS

rafe cameron // vol. 2

jj maybank // vol. 2

sarah cameron // vol. 2

theo nott // vol. 2

fred weasley // vol. 2

george weasley // vol. 2

billy loomis // vol. 2

— BLURBS

RAFE CAMERON

teasing rafe with a lollipop

buying sexy costumes but rafe opens the package

rafe teasing and praising you while going down on you

rafe helping reader who has broken her leg

JJ MAYBANK

jj taking your virginity

enemies/fuck buddies with jj

— HEADCANONS

RAFE CAMERON

protective rafe with anxious reader

feeling bad about rafe spoiling you

THEO NOTT

holiday season with theo nott

cleaning up hockey!theo nott

FRED WEASLEY

fred hearing you talk sexually in your sleep

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apparentlytheproblem · 10 months

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d a t i n g m a t h e o r i d d l e

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- matheo riddle

a/n: i had fun with this cause my boy is'nt even cannon and i've derived this from the show deadly class (its absolutley lovley) and im so sorry i deleted the request baby with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited

i think it would be a slowburn

i think it would take time for both of you to personally acknowledge what you both have

because Matheo Riddle is too high and mighty to have something as low and embarrassing as a highschool crush

my man will be in utter confusion why he wants to stare but looks away to act cool

like you both keep glancing at each other, for what?

y'all just ignoring each other just to avoid a zoo in your stomach

but like you know you're in love, you know he's in love, at this point everyone knows but y'all just don't admit it

because if you do, everything suddenly becomes to real

I have always had such an obsession with him

him, his face, his everything

his eyes are so pretty, they're just gorgeous and that freakin smile would just get me on my knees

I think even though he seems as the cold hearted bitch he's just so sweet to you

I've always had a thing for people who has a soft spot for me ugh

everyone hated him, loved him or wanted to be him

he was the it girl

I don't think he'd be much into playing quidditch as such

but he's pretty darn fit if i must say so myself

he'd be good in combat fighting

hence all the fights, but he'd be winnin my luv

he'd teach you how to play video games

he'd make you playlists and everything

once you both have reached that bond he'd be so obnoxious

he'd be loving, caring and everything

10/10 fr

he loves that everyone knows you're dating

this would be important as he gets jealous so easily

he's just yours and I love that

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iiwontgiveuponmilkk · 6 months

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Subspace | F.W.

summary: *requested* she spent the day purposefully teasing him and getting on his nerves with only one thing in mind. fred fucks her into subspace and takes care of her, she got a little more than she bargained for, not that she's complaining.

word count: 2075

warnings: straight smut, dom!fred, teasing, some fluff, okay honestly it's straight filth

notes: so excited to have a request after such a long time! may change the gif, can't find the right one... also may update this one again, it feels a little short

minors dni. 18+.

masterlist

She was driving him mad, absolutely mad. She waltzed into the shop around noon that day to bring him his lunch. The lunch he would have never forgotten if she hadn’t decided to tease him from the moment she woke up. She decided to join him in the shower this morning, wrapping her arms around him from behind. He thought it was cute at first, then she was gripping his cock in her hand. She waited until a groan fell from his lips before she released him and slid out of the shower. He had turned, reaching out to grab her and pull her into him, but she had managed to slip just out of his reach. He went through the morning frustrated, thinking about what he would’ve done if he wasn’t already running late that morning. And here she was now, a tiny little skirt on that was barely longer than his jumper that she wore. His eyes drug up her body, finding her smiling innocently at him when he met her eyes, batting her eyelashes at him. “I brought your lunch, seems you forgot it this morning, Freddie.” She handed him the small bag, a blush on her cheeks. He grabbed her arm as she turned to leave, pulling her against him. “And what are you up to now, love?” He whispered in her ear, nipping her earlobe. “N-nothing, just making sure you eat today.” She smiled, trying to hold her composure. She gave him a sweet smile, distracting him as her hands moved to his waist. Her fingers hooked under his belt, pulling him against her. She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. “You might want to eat that alone.” She bit her lip, a mischievous look twinkling in her eyes. His hand snaked around her waist, “and why is that, love?” The way he looked at her sent a shiver up her spine. She was sure he would take her right here and now if the shop wasn’t full. She let her fingers ghost over his growing bulge. “You’ll see.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, wiggling out of his grasp and leaving just as quickly as she came in.

Fred had left a few minutes early, telling George he would close up tomorrow. He had stormed into her flat, finding her cooking dinner. “Oh, hi love.” She grinned, her smile slightly falling as he stalked over to her. “I see you’re still playing your little game.” He shook his head, looking her over. The skirt from earlier was gone, leaving her in just his jumper. He pulled something delicate and lacy out of his pocket, dangling it on his finger. “Did you misplace these? Hmm?” He raised a brow, watching her bite her lip. “I-” She started, only for him to cut her off. “You what, love? You just wanted to tease me all day, is that it?” His hands were on her hips, lifting her onto the counter. His hands slid over her thighs, pushing her legs apart. A whine left her lips as he drug a finger through her folds. “Have you been this wet all day? Just waiting for me to come home?” The only answer that came from her was a moan as he slid a finger into her. “I really shouldn’t be rewarding you.” His voice low as he thrusted his finger into her, slowly working in a second. She rocked her hips forward, trying to get him to go faster, to give her more. “Freddie, please.” She whined as he pulled his fingers out of her. “Not a chance, love.” He lifted her off the counter, gently pushing her down on her knees. She looked up at him as he removed his belt, unbuttoning his slacks. She slid her hands up the front of his thighs, her fingers grasping the waistband of his slacks and boxers, tugging them down. His hand wrapped around his dick, giving it a slow pump. His other hand ran through her hair, grasping a fistful of her hair at the back of her head. She wet her lips, looking up at him. Fred gave a quick tug on her hair as she slid her hands up his thighs. Her left hand gripped his thigh as she spread her fingers. Her other hand wrapped around his dick. She ran her hand up his length, brushing her thumb over the tip. Fred reached out, lifting her chin to pull her gaze back to his. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You look so good on your knees for me, baby.” He smirked, gently pushing her head forward. She parted her lips, taking his tip in her mouth. A small groan came from him when she swirled her tongue around him. Her hands came to rest on his thighs when she started to move. He let her go at her own pace, but soon realised she was still teasing him. The slow strokes of her tongue and shallow movements, and the look in her eyes when she looked up at him. He grasped her hair tighter, thrusting his hips forward. The moan that fell from her lips as he fucked her mouth made his head fall back. He pulled her off of him when he felt himself getting close. His fingers left her hair, grasping her chin gently as she stood. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. She tangled a hand into his hair, the other grasping his shoulder. His hands slid down her body, grasping the back of her thighs as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He nipped her bottom lip before swiping his tongue along it. She parted her lips, her tongue brushing against his.

She gasped when Fred dropped her onto the bed. She pushed herself up on her elbows, looking up at him. “Are you ready to behave?” He looked down at her, holding her gaze as she nodded. He shook his head as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Use your words, princess.” He slid his shirt off, watching her as she pulled his jumper over her head. “Yes.” She reached out for him as he moved over her. He used his knee to push her legs apart, his eyes dragging up her body. “Look at how wet you are for me.” He smirked as he got to his knees at the edge of the bed. He grabbed her ankles, yanking her down until her hips were at the edge. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, nipping the skin before he moved down her leg. She watched as his mouth moved closer to her pussy. Each nip seemed harder than the last. Her head fell back when he pressed his tongue to her clit. His name fell from her lips when he plunged two fingers into her. She felt herself getting closer, then he dragged his teeth over her clit. She yelped at the feeling, her eyes rolling back when he sucked her clit between his lips. He curled his fingers, her toes curled, a moan leaving her lips as she clenched around his fingers. He pulled his fingers from her, he looked up at her as he pushed his fingers into his mouth. Her cheeks heated at the sight, causing him to smirk. He climbed over her as she scooted up the bed. She leaned up, kissing him. She pulled him down as she laid back on the bed. “You’re in for it, love.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, sucking a mark into her skin. “You’ve had me thinking about being inside of this pretty little pussy all day.” He gave her no warning as he sank into her. He tangled his fingers into her hair at the back of her head, yanking down. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrusted into her. She gasped when he nipped at her collarbone. He maintained a tight hold on her hair. The pleasure mixed with small kisses of pain was starting to overwhelm her. Her nails dug into his skin when she felt the warmth building in her stomach. She moved her hips to meet his, trying to reach her orgasm. Fred kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip. He pressed his forehead to hers as she came, lewd moans falling from her lips.

He flipped her over, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees. His hand moved up her back, pushing her chest down to the bed. She turned her head, reaching to move her hair out of her face. Fred grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head as he leaned over her. “Let go, love.” He whispered in her ear, rubbing his tip through her folds. She whined, pushing her hips back when she felt his tip at her entrance. He let go of her hands, leaning back. She gasped when his hand collided with her ass. His palm smoothed over the red handprint. “What did I say, princess? Let go, let me take care of you.” She gasped as he slammed into her. “F-Fred.” She moaned, “I-i.” Her words lodged in her throat as her breath hitched. He slammed into her relentlessly. She knew what she was doing earlier, teasing him. She just wanted him to come home and fuck her over the counter. But this? This was even better than that. She yelped when his hand came into contact with her ass again. He smoothed his hand over her hips, digging his fingers as he pulled her back against him to meet his thrusts. Her legs were shaking, she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. He leaned down, wrapping his arm around her chest, pulling her up with him. His fingers wrapped lightly around her neck as her back arched. She whimpered with each thrust. He pressed his fingers into her pulse point, her head falling back onto his chest. He glanced down at her, noticing her mouth fall open. She reached up behind, tangling her fingers into his hair. He slid his other hand from her hip and between her thighs. He used his fingers to circle her clit. “Look at you, taking me so well.” Fred groaned, giving her a hard thrust. Incoherent babble fell from her lips as her free hand gripped his arm that was pressed across her chest. He could feel her clenching around him, he pressed his fingers harder into her clit. She whimpered when she finally came, the feeling almost too much. Her fingers tugged at Fred’s hair, her eyes fluttering shut. Her fingers slowly slid from his hair as she started coming down from her orgasm. His hips snapped against hers, a groan leaving his lips when he came. She moaned at the feeling of him spilling into her, clenching around him again. He kept thrusting until she was trembling as she came again. She mumbled something incoherent again as her body relaxed against him. She was putty in his hands, if he let go of her, she would fall to the bed. He gently laid her down on the bed as he pulled out of her. He laid down next to her, rolling her over and pulling her into his side. He smirked when he noticed the dazed look on her face. He smiled to himself as he realised what state she was in. She curled into him, laying her head on his chest. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her

“Hey, love.” Freddie whispered, dragging his fingers up her arm. “Mm?” She hummed, nuzzling her face into his chest. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her head. They laid in silence for a while as he held her. Her fingers traced paths between the freckles on his chest and stomach. “What are you doing down there?” He asked quietly, being patient with her. “I’m naming the stars.” She mumbled, moving her head to look up at him. A lazy smile graced her lips as she looked up at Fred. He brought his hand up to her cheek, tracing a finger under her cheekbone. “You want to take a shower?” He asked, holding her soft gaze. She shook her head gently, pulling herself closer to him. She nudged his chin with her nose, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he brushed his nose against hers. She brushed her lips against his, biting her lip as a small smile formed on her lips. It didn’t take long for her to shift so she was laying on top of him. He lightly drug his fingertips up her spine.

“Freddie.” She mumbled, lifting her head to look at him. “Yeah, love?” He asked, turning his head to look at her. “Can we take a shower now?” She asked, giving him a small pout.

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AAAAH, I just saw you posting your prompts and your requests are open. I don’t know if you write them together or individually, but if you can (or if you can’t but you can write for one of them), could you do Fred and George with a Smutty prompt #3?

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 6,167 - I had so much fun writing this

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Slapping Kink (if you squint), Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spanking Kink. Slight cum kink. Use of pet names.

Basically its a very kinky smut and there's actually plot - look at me go.

A/n: Sorry I have been inactive, life am I right? But I'm getting a desk setup completed so I will be more fequent! I hope. I apologise for this being long, but I truly had so much fun writing this request. My love for the twins is reigniting. I will be fixing up my taglist as well / making a library blog for posts. I have written this smut differently to how I have in the past, let me know if you'd like a part 2!

Merry Christmas x

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Hogwarts was quiet the closer it got to Christmas, snow was gently falling and the gusts of wind were freezing. Most students went home for Christmas but this year was different for you. Your parents had decided to take a trip to get away from the wizarding world for a few months with no real timeline of coming back, it was something that shocked you but also didn’t surprise you.

Fred and George had decided to not rush home right away, debating on whether or not to ask you to join them at the Weasley house for Christmas, not really sure of what your relationship was, if it was anything other than lust and desire.

“You can’t sit alone in the common room for weeks, it’s Christmas.” George grumbled slouching down on the couch beside you.

“I’ll be fine, honestly, I have so many books I can read.” You gestured to the pile of books on the table that you had acquired from the library. “You two should head home, I’m almost certain your mum has made your favourite foods.”

Fred smiles at the mention of his mum and her tradition of making something for everyone to enjoy.

“You can come with us, we have a spare room and I’m sure mum would be overjoyed to finally meet our best friend.”

Best friend

Although not untrue the word still seemed to pang your heart with disappointment. An on and off hook up to them doesn’t mean the same thing it does to you and that was something you were coming to terms with.

Fred and George sensed the hesitation on you after Fred had dropped the best friend title, it was something they were yet to discuss with you, were you just best friends who fooled around? Or were you also wanting something more that you could all figure out together over time.

“I don’t want to impose, you’ll have such a full house, isn’t Bill in the guest room this year?”

George smirks, you do listen to every word they say.

“What Freddie is saying is there will be a spare bed somewhere, we have two in our room and the couch downstairs, I’m sure something can be sorted.”

“Mum already thinks you’re coming so hurry up and pack your things.”

Your mouth falls open at Fred’s revelation, your eyes flick to George who smirks.

“Go on, we leave in fifteen minutes.”

“I feel like there wasn’t much of a choice in this matter.”

The twins chuckle as you pack your things up and run up to your dorm, searching your room for a bag to pack things into you.

You quickly rush out of your dorm, running into the twins as you look up at them. Their eyes wander your face, a blush creeping up your neck.

You look down at the floor, before George places his hand under your chin.

“Everything okay baby?”

Baby.

You weren't quite sure how a simple nickname could make your stomach flip and your body tingle, but it did, especially coming for George and Fred.

“Uh, um.” Your mind is foggy, unsure what you were originally rushing for. The twins smirk, sharing a quick look before your face lights up, having remembered what you wanted to ask.

“How long are we gone for?”

“We will be coming back the week before term starts.”

“But we can come back earlier if you’d like.”

“So three weeks?”

The twins nod as you spin and walk back into your dorm, them following behind you. You walk back and forth from your closet to your bed, where the twins have decided to lounge while you pack. Finding outfits is easy, finding lingerie works out to be a little harder under the gaze of the men on your bed.

You quickly open your dresser draw, looking over the various colours of lace and matching sets. Quickly you grab a hand full and shove it into your bag, closing your dresser and zipping the bag closed.

“Darling, you dropped something.” George whispers, moving past you and bending down to pick up your dark red G-string, blush creeps up your face, your stomach filling with butterflies as George passes the material to Fred who simply places it in your bag and rezips it.

Your mind continues to rush, a million thoughts racing through your brain as the twins share a smirk before grabbing your bag from the bed.

“C’mon love.” Fred holds your bag as he walks out of your dorm, George follows closely behind his eyes looking you up and down, sending a swift wink your way before holding his hand out, an invitation to take his. Which you do, almost embarrassingly fast.

George squeezes your hand and pulls you along with him to follow Fred.

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After a few days at the Weasley home, you started to feel settled and a part of the family. Harry had joined the household on the same day as you, making you feel not so alone in the imposing feeling. No one was surprised to see you, they were excited to have another friend along for the celebration. Molly had made you feel so at home, hugging you when you first arrived, a feeling of warmth and comfort washing over you within her embrace.

Over the past few days, Molly had shown you how to bake a few of her signature recipes, she had even gone as far as asking what your favourite food was, setting herself a goal of creating it for you come Christmas Eve.

Being one day out from Christmas, Molly didn’t want to be disturbed in the kitchen, she needed her space and stated that everyone should go outside to play a friendly game of Quidditch, she emphasised the word ‘friendly’ mainly at the twins.

So you sat on your broom beside Harry, waiting for everyone who was playing to fly into the air.

“Have you played before?” Harry asks curiously, not knowing much about you, himself being two years younger.

“Yeah, but I'm definitely not a pro.” You laugh as Harry smiles, looking out at the Weasley family.

“I think they’re going to kick our ass.”

“Oh without a doubt.”

You and Harry share a smile, your eyes wandering to the golden ball, clearly not the shiny golden snitch but definitely close. The quaffle and bludgers fly through the air with a woosh sound, everyone going into game mode. You and Harry nod at each other, both taking the role of seekers before rushing into the air in search of the ‘snitch’.

Within a matter of seconds the twins are behind you, chasing after you. You fly past the duo, diving down behind Harry who seems to have his eye on the golden ball. You quickly look over your shoulder, the twins hot on your ass. You notice the golden ball dancing between the twins. A smirk dances across your lips as you fly up higher just outside of the quidditch pitch, pulling up on your broom as the twins fly past you. They stop and look back at you as you flash them your bare tits. Both of them go wide eyed as you hold the golden ball between your hands, pulling your sweater back down.

“Later losers”

You turn your broom around, wiggling your ass as you dive down to the grass.

“We won!” You scream, Ginny, Bill and Ron rush down to you, pulling you into a hug and cheering for your team as the rest of the players come to the ground.

You make brief eye contact with the twins, a darkness in their eyes but clapping for your victory nonetheless.

“Lunch is ready! C’mon darlings before the storm comes.” Molly gestures for everyone to come inside as you opt to help clean the game up, the twins staying behind with you.

You bend down to pick up the spare brooms, your ass brushing against George’s crotch, your eyes locking onto Fred and sending him a wink.

Fred stands in front of you, shielding you from the view of the house, George holding your hips, pulling you against his chest. Fred caresses your cheek, his head shaking.

“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.”

Your breathing hitches, your eyes never leaving Fred as he hooks one finger into the collar of your sweater, looking down at your bare tits. George slips one hand up into your sweater, groping your boob as you whimper, a shiver runs over your body at his cold finger tips. The fear of getting caught creeps up, a slight wetness running to your core. Fred tilts your head to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly.

The twins smirk pulling away from you like nothing happened and begin grabbing the game equipment.

They walk towards the home, not once turning back to look at you. Thunder rumbles through the sky as you quickly rush inside, not wanting to be left out in the oncoming storm.

“There you are sweet girl, would you prefer peach or lemon tea?” Molly asks sweetly, smiling at you before worry washes over her. Molly places her hands on your cheeks and a slight frown on her face.

“Y/n, honey you look flushed, are you okay?”

You heart hammers in your chest, those fucking twins.

“I’m okay Molly, the wind just gets to me sometimes.” You smile, reassuring her as she pulls you into a warm embrace. You make eye contact with the twins, smug smirks on their face.

“You tell me if you need anything, now, lemon or peach?”

You nod at Molly, deciding on lemon tea before squeezing in between Fred and George at the table, conveniently the only spot left. You spin the pasta around the fork, thankful for a warm meal. Your body tenses slightly, feeling both Fred and George place a hand on your thighs. Both of them grab and squeeze the flesh, involuntarily rocking your hips at their touch. You quickly catch yourself, continuing to eat while the twins trace shapes and grip your skin.

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Not much continued to happen yesterday and today had mainly been taken up by Ginny and Molly asking for help with wrapping gifts, a cheeky idea coming into your mind as you pocketed a bit of red ribbon.

Tonight was the big Christmas Eve feast, Mr Weasley had finished work early and everyone was told, multiple times, that dinner would be served at 7pm, not a minute over. Molly hadn’t made lunch today, wanting everyone to wait with anticipation for her multitude of amazing dishes, a favourite created for everyone in the home, including yourself and Harry. You had simply asked for baked honey carrots, which judging by the smell of honey filling the home, Molly had delivered.

“Thank you girls, go get comfy while I finish up dinner.” Molly smiled, kissing Ginny’s head before ushering us away from the table so she could set it accordingly.

“I’m going for a quick shower.” Ginny states rushing up the stairs in front of you. You duck into the twins room, looking over George’s messy bed and Fred’s mattress on the floor, thankful that you could share a room with them but lucky enough to score Fred’s bed.

“Mum loves you.” I jump slightly at George's words not noticing him behind me. I smile, falling backwards on Fred’s bed.

“I love her, she feels like home when she hugs you.” I whisper as George hums in agreement.

Fred walks into the room, his hair dripping and a towel around his waist. I sit up slightly, resting on my elbows, my eyes shamelessly dragging over his toned body.

“My eyes are here baby.”

That fucking nickname.

“Oh I’m well aware.” I whisper, looking over at George quickly. “Remind me, do you look like that?”

George smirks, pulling his shirt over his head, his body just as toned as Fred’s.

I bite my lip, looking between the two shirtless twins.

“Noted.”

Fred locks the door behind him, resting against it. George stands from his bed, nodding at his brother before pulling me closer to the edge by my ankles.

“We’re sick of this game love.”

“We know you want us.”

“Fuck, we want you.”

“That shit you pulled during the game.”

“Dangerous.”

“Slutty.”

“Showing off what’s ours to the whole family.”

My breath hitches at their words, looking up at both of them towering over me on the bed.

“I’m yours?”

The twins smirk, George leans down, his thumb brushing against my lip.

“Should we remind you?”

“It’s been a long time, baby.”

“We forget what you feel like.”

“Sound like.”

They emphasise their words by groping at your body. Your body tingles, wetness pooling between your thighs.

Fred feels your pocket, pulling out the red ribbon with a smile. George smirks, tilting his head at me.

“Are you our Christmas gift?”

You open and close your mouth, simply nodding as they chuckle.

“Don’t be shy, baby.”

“Yes.” You whisper, watching their every move.

George smiles, leaning down and pulling you up from the bed, your chest against his, your back against Fred’s.

“How lucky are we Freddie.”

“Extremely.” Fred whispers, his hands gripping your ass.

George leans down to your lips, his lips hovering over mine, your breath mixing as my eyes flick from his to his lips.

“Please.” You whimper.

George closes the distance between you, your lips moulding against each other. Fred kisses along your neck and shoulder, sucking on your weak spot as you moan into George’s mouth, allowing for his tongue to twirl with yours.

“Be quiet baby.” George whispers as Fred captures your lips, his kiss just as soft as George, savouring every swipe of your tongue against each other. George’s hands slip under your sweater, a groan falling from his lips at your lack of bra, twisting your nipples.

“Fuck daddy.” You whisper, both of the twins stopping briefly, as George grabs your hair pulling your face to him.

“Say that again.”

“Daddy.” You whimper, your lips pouting, Fred moans, his hands spanking your ass.

“We’re going to ruin you.”

Before anything more can happen you hear Molly shout up the stairs, letting you know dinner is served.

“Fuck.” The three of you say in unison, the boys pull away from your body. Fred rushes around the room for clothing as George puts his sweater back on.

George smirks at you, tapping your ass and nodding towards your hair.

“Might want to fix that baby.”

“Don’t want everyone to know you’re our little slut.” Fred winks, both of them slipping out of the room, their footsteps bouncing down the stairs.

Your fingers brush against your lips, a slight tingle against the flesh from their kisses. A smirk forming on your face, thankful for the last few minutes, a step in the direction you crave.

After you fix your hair,you quickly bounce down the stairs, thankful you're not the last one as Harry and Ron rush in behind you.

“Sit, sit dear.” Molly gestures to the space across from the twins, next to Ginny and Harry. You quickly sit as Molly places the last dish on the table. The house smells amazing, a mix of spices and hints of firewood from the stove.

“Merry Christmas, I love all of you.” Molly smiles, kissing Arthur. “Including you two.” Molly gestures to Harry and yourself as you knock his shoulder, smiling at him. “Please, eat.”

No one waits for Molly to say it twice, everyone serving themselves. George serves you a pile of honey carrots and Fred places a few roasted potatoes on your plate before continuing to serve themselves. A soft smile falls on your lips, the simple domestic gesture filling your heart, maybe this could work.

Everyone is quiet while enjoying Molly’s food, the sound of knives and forks clicking together. You catch Molly’s eye as she enjoys watching her family sharing dinner together, only having this occur a few times within the year. Molly catches your eye and winks at you, scrunching her nose and smiling at you before taking a sip out of her wine glass. You smile back at Molly, a warmth washing over you at the small interaction. Your eyes flick to the twins in front of you, both of them almost finished with their meal. A cheeky thought pops into your mind as you shuffle on your seat slightly, dragging your foot up George’s leg. His eyes lock onto yours, he nudges Fred inconspicuously to get his attention before sitting back in his chair, his legs spreading wider as his older brother looks down at the chair quickly. You press your foot into George’s crotch softly noticing his body tense as Fred shakes his head, grabbing his cup and tipping the liquid into his mouth. You drop your foot from George and move it to Fred, not wanting him to feel left out. Fred grabs his napkin, wiping his mouth as he looks over at George and nods. A wordless conversation shared between the two as George smirks.

“So Y/n and Harry, what subjects are you looking forward to most next year?” Molly asks, butterflies flip in your stomach, feeling like Molly caught you. You quickly drop your foot from Fred causing him to chuckle slightly, George takes a sip from his glass hiding his smirk at your reaction.

“Defence against the dark arts, I’m sure I don’t have to explain why.” Harry states, causing a small chuckle to fill the air.

“And Y/n?” Molly smiles.

“Potions, I’m excited to create a few remedies for different conditions but also to help these two-” You quickly gesture to Fred and George who go wide eyed, you know Molly and Arthur don’t know about their ‘jokes’ yet but why not keep them on their toes. “With passing the subject. You know they don’t stir their cauldrons, they just expect it to work when you throw things into it.”

Molly and Arthur chuckle, a smug smirk on your face at the panic you just gave the twins.

“Oh that explains why their grades for positions are so high, we have you to thank.” Arthur chuckles as you nod, smiling at him. Little does he know, you have them to thank for your grades.

You pick up your glass, taking a sip of the cinnamon eggnog, freshly made as Molly questions her kids about what they’re most looking forward to. You only half listen, your mind occupied by the pair of redheads in front of you, your mind filled with ideas on what you want to do to them and them to you. Thankfully for such a great break.

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The night flew by, Molly handed out one gift to her kids, including yourself and Harry. Molly stated it was something to wear for Christmas day breakfast and to not fuss over opening one present early. She asked everyone to open them at the sametime, to which you did and found yourself with a handmade sweater with your first initial on the front, everyone had one. You held the fabric close to yourself, knowing you would hold onto this for the rest of your life.

Fred and George hadn’t spoken to you since dinner, opting to hangout with their brothers and Harry while you and Ginny gossiped on the couch. Ginny was confiding in you about her crush on Harry and how Dean had been sending her letters since he left for break. You hadn’t noticed when the room dwindled down to just yourself, Ginny and Harry. Upon noticing and remembering what Ginny had said, you excused yourself, leaving the two of them alone which caused Ginny’s cheeks to heat with a rosy blush.

You quickly went up the staircase, noticing how much quieter the house was the further you climbed. You slip into the twins room, hearing soft snores, noticing Fred’s asleep on the spare mattress on the floor. You look to George’s bed and see it's empty. You can hear the faint running of water, a small idea popping into your head. You walk over to the bathroom, your hand resting on the handle, hoping to god it’s George. You contemplate this gamble for a few seconds, bouncing on your heels slightly before the devil on your shoulder simply says ‘fuck it’ and you turn the handle to the bathroom.

“Hey, knock-” George pulls the shower curtain across, cutting himself off when he sees you leaning against the now closed bathroom door. A smirk forms on his face as pulls the shower curtain open a little for you, simply waiting. The steam flows outside of the curtain, the mirror foggy and walls wet. You quickly slip out of your clothes, untying your hair and letting it fall. A shiver runs over your body in the damp air and you hurry into the shower, wanting the warm water to cascade over your body.

George has his head tipped under the shower, leaving his body open to your eyes. You drink in his figure, his toned chest and arms, his semi hard cock and strong legs. The water streams down his skin, small sprinkles covering your body. Wetness slips past your folds, your heart beat picking up, this almost feels wrong without his counterpart. But you know they will talk and you know Fred will be jealous.

George faces you, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away the water, his eyes linger on your body, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip.

“What’s Freddie going to say?”

The mention of his name has butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Why don’t you tell him and find out.”

George smirks at your response, stepping closer to you and pushing you against the side shower wall, the cold tiles resting against your skin as a hiss leaves your lips.

“You’re a cock hungry whore, aren’t you baby?”

Your lips part at his words, simply nodding and leaning up to capture his lips. George pulls away from you tutting as he holds your chin between his fingers.

“You answer daddy when he asks a question.”

“Only for you daddy.”

George chuckles, tilting your face up to his. Small droplets of water fall from his hair and onto your skin.

“Liar.” He whispers, licking along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth and pulling the flesh. “You’re a slut for Freddie, and fuck it makes me hard, but tonight you’re mine.”

You nod your head, a whispered ‘Yes Daddy’ slipping from your lips, your eyes staring into his. His lips lock with yours, his wet hand moving from your chin and tangling in your hair, pulling on the strands. A moan falls into your kiss, your tongues swirling against each other, his free hand holding your hip, pulling your dry body against his.

“You’ve gotta be quiet baby.” George whispers, his lips kissing down your neck, tongue tracing a line to your boobs. You softly whimper as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the hardened bud. He pulls from your breast with a pop, alternating to the other side, your fingers tracing through his hair, pulling when he bites your nipple. The warm shower water sprinkling your body, the steam filling your lungs as your gasp.

“You’re so beautiful and these tits.” George whispers, grabbing your boobs in his large hands and jiggling the flesh. He sucks on the skin of your cleavage, leaving a red and purple hickey on each one, definitely something to rile up Fred.

George presses against you, your boobs slip against his wet chest. His lips brush against your ear as you feel his hard cock against you skin.

“This is all for you.”

Your moan in response, causing George to place a hand over your mouth. Tutting at you as he shakes his head. He drags his fingertips up and down your thighs, softly tapping against your folds before slipping one finger past. He sucks in a breath at your wetness, pressing his fingers against your clit and looking into your eyes.

“You’re so good for me, so wet and warm.”

You nod against his hand that’s still pressed against your lips. His finger starts to swirl around your clit in small circles. Your eyes roll back, a moan vibrating against his hand.

“I’ve missed this pussy baby.”

He picks up the pace of his finger on your clit, your legs tense at the feeling of pleasure flowing through you at his actions. George pulls his finger from your clit, placing the digit against his tongue and rubbing it side to side, before his lips encase it.

“So sweet.”

If he wasn’t covering your mouth, it would be open in shock.

“Please.” You beg, whispering against his hand, it is barely audible, he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t feel your lips move against his skin.

“Are you begging for me to fuck you against the wall baby?”

His words cause more wetness to flow between your legs. He moves his hand from your lips allowing for you to answer.

“Please daddy, I’ve missed your cock.”

George smirks, placing his hand under your right knee and lifting your leg up, his other hand resting under your left arm.

“I bet you’d say the same fucking thing to Freddie.”

It’s your time to smirk at his words, nodding softly before you reach down and wrap your hand around his hard cock, tip red and beading with precum.

“I would, because I’m a whore for you and a slut for him.” You whisper, slowly pumping your hand up and down his dick. George bites his lip, looking down at your hand. You place his cock against your folds, the tip brushes your wet clit causing him to hiss at the contact. You guide him lower to your entrance, angling your hips to allow for him to slide into your velvet walls.

Both of you sigh in unison at the contact. George keeps his hips still, his lips capturing yours, savouring in the feeling of your walls around his cock. You rock your hips up slightly, a silent beg for movement as he smiles against your lips, pulling his cock from your pussy before plunging deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, his cock slips in and out of you, your wetness growing the deeper he thrusts inside of you. His lips are resting against your ear, his low whispered moans and groans echoing in your head.

“So tight and wet for me.”

“Such a good girl for daddy.”

Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy has your pussy tightening around him, his praise sending tingles through your body.

The water of the shower continues to run, it ever so slightly sprinkling you both with droplets. The steam continues to fill the room, the water pressure dropping from being on for so long.

“Touch your clit for me baby, I’m close and want you to cum first.”

You slip your hand between your bodies, a moan falling from your lips as you circle your clit, the wetness causing it to slip against your finger. You add another, two now circling your clit and fast to help you reach your high.

“Look at you, such a whore.”

You whimper at his words, your pussy tightening causing George to hiss, tilting his head back, his wet hair sticking to his skin as he continues to rock in and out of you.

“D-don’t stop.”

Your legs tense, your fingers rubbing your clit faster and George’s lips fall to your neck, kissing the skin and whispering for you to cum.

“Cover my cock baby.”

Your heart beat picks up, your breath hitching and your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Your legs tingle and untense; George’s cock continues to slide in and out of you, his pace picking up as he moans in your ear. His mouth falls to your shoulder and bits skin to muffle his moan as his cum spurts, warmth pooling inside of you.

George pulls away from you, watching his cock pull in and out, covered in a mix of cum. He gently places your leg down, slipping out of your pussy with a hiss.

“C’mere.” George whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing your hair. He spins you around, softly placing the warm running water against your cold back, his fingers tracing in your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead, his hands now holding your hips.

“Let’s get you ready for bed.”

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You wake up in the morning, a dull ache in your legs from last night. The memory of last night floods your mind, you lift your shirt looking at your boobs beautifully covered in hickeys.

“I hear you had fun last night.”

You look over at Fred leaning against the doorway. Your face fills with blush, your eyes quickly flicking to George’s bed as you hear Fred chuckle.

“George is out with everyone else, mum insisted they hand deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours.” Fred states, closing the door and moving closer to the bed. “And I insisted on letting you rest because you were up late last night and had to make sure you didn’t wake up alone.”

“Freddie.”

“Nuh-uh, what’s my name baby girl.”

Your stomach fills with butterflies, watching the eldest twin sit on the bed beside you, his fingers caressing your face.

“Daddy.”

Fred nods, his hand tilting your chin up, before settling around your throat. Bending down to your lips and whispering against them.

“That’s better, I bet you called George daddy and I bet you fucking loved it.”

“I did.”

You want Fred to be rough, you want him to compete against his brother, you want to be filled with his cum.

“I hear you’re a slut for me, is that correct?”

His hand tightens around your throat before releasing softly, dragging his hand down your body and resting it on your boob.

“Yes daddy, whatever you want me to be.”

Fred smirks, chuckling at your response.

“So submissive for me, you wanted to make me jealous didn't you baby?”

He grips your breast, pinching your nipple and dragging his hand down your body, cupping your pussy through your thin pyjama pants.

“You want me to fuck you better than George.”

“Please.” You whimper, your hips rocking up against his hand.

Fred slaps your pussy through your pants as your hips stop.

“He was right, you’re a slut for me.”

You simply nod in response. Fred leans down, his lips ghosting yours.

“Get on your knees and show me what you want.”

Within a second he’s pulled away for you, leaning back on the bed and resting against his elbows. You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees in front of him, the wooden floor hard and cold.

You loop your fingers into Fred’s pants, tugging them down his body along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting against his lower stomach. Your mind floods with comparison to George, the thickness and length comparable, a vein running from the base to the tip. You run your tongue along the vein, flattening your tongue against the head of his cock before slipping it past your lips.

“Fuck.” Fred moans, falling back on the bed, his hands dragging down his face.

You wrap your hand around the base of his dick, meeting your lips half way, your tongue flicking side to side around his cock. Fred’s fingers lace in your hair, assisting you with bobbing your head up and down, his hips thrusting into your throat. Your eyes water, a few gags filling the air and drool leaking from your mouth.

“Such a messy baby.”

Your eyes roll back, moaning around his cock.

“You didn’t- fuck- suck George’s dick, did you baby.” You shake your head, popping his cock from your lips.

“Just for you daddy.”

“Mm, just what I wanted to hear.” Fred grabs your face between his hands, kissing your lips sloppily, his tongue rubbing against yours. Your lips are puffy and glistening with spit, his teeth pull at your bottom lip pulling away from you.

“On the bed baby, ass up for daddy.”

Within an instant you’re standing in front of him, stripping your clothes. Fred stops you before you can lay across the bed, noticing the hickies covering your boobs.

“Cocky fucker.” Fred groans, spanking your ass in encouragement to get on the bed.

You lay with your ass in the air, feeling Fred kiss down your back. He reaches your ass, spanking the plump skin, soothing it with a soft kiss to your cheek. His teeth graze the skin, biting and sucking, leaving his mark on your ass. You squeak as he spanks you, his cock dragging up and down your slit, bumping against your clit, your moans filling the air.

“No one’s home baby, be loud for me.”

Fred slides deep inside of you, the angle allows for him to brush against your g-spot a moan pulling from your throat.

“Fuck, I should just stay inside of you, that would drive you crazy, wouldn’t it baby?”

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.”

“Mm, what would George say?”

“Fuck, please, fuck me.”

You push your hips back against his cock, a low groan falling from his lips.

“Fuck yourself on my cock baby.” Fred encourages, your hips rock back and forth on his cock, wiggling them against him. You pull forward just far enough to leave the tip inside of you before pushing back allowing for him to slip deep inside of you. This causes Fred to grip your hips, starting his own rhythm and thrusting in and out of you.

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it baby?”

You nod against the comforter, your hands gripping the material.

Fred spanks your ass, his fingers looping your hair around his palm and pulling you up.

“Answer me.”

“Yes daddy, wanted you to fuck me.”

“Wanted me to fuck you better than George.”

You moan at his words, his pace picking up. Both of your moans and heavy breathing fill the air, his grip still tight on your hair. Fred uses his grip to pull you up against his chest, his arm wrapping across your boobs as he bounces you on his cock.

His lips fall to your ear, using his free hand to rub your clit.

“Fuck, Freddie.”

Fred chuckles against your ear, his warm breath fanning your neck.

“Scream my name louder baby, I want George to hear.” He pinches your clit, your body jumping in response before he rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. You rest your head against his shoulder, lips parted with moans pouring from them. Your pussy tightens around his cock as his dick twitches.

“You can cum for me baby, I’ve got you.”

Fred’s grip on your body tightens, his hips rocking into you faster.

“Daddy, so good.”

He kisses the side of your head, his pace picking up on your clit. He feels you clamp around his cock and your body tense. Your toes curl and your body shivers, cumming around Fred.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” Fred whispers, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he continues to pound into you. He pushes your torso back onto the bed, holding your ass in his hands and chasing his high. Fred curses and you feel his load shoot inside of you, a few more thrusts and Fred gingerly pulls out of you.

“Look at you baby.” He whispers, softly caressing your skin.

You gently roll over onto your back, attempting to catch your breath as Fred rushes around for clothing before disappearing. You hear the front door to the Weasley’s home open close and a chatter fill the air. You heart rate picks up slightly, your body aching and mind blissed out to cover yourself.

Fred reappears in the bedroom with a warm towel between his hands. Within a moment later George is sliding through the door. His eyes darkening when they land on you, legs spread and pussy dripping with his brother's cum. The twins share a look as Fred throws the towel to George who stalks over to you.

“Such a pretty baby, our little cum slut.” George whispers, his eyes fixated on your pussy. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of George slipping his fingers inside of you. George pulls his fingers from you, a mix of cum sticking to his flesh. You grab George’s wrist, pulling his hand to your mouth, dragging your tongue up his fingers, sucking the mix of cum, your moan vibrating around his fingers. Your eyes lock with the younger twin, a smile present on both of their faces.

“We’re so lucky Freddie.”

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