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bethsvrse · 2 months

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PAIRING Fred Weasley x fem!reader

A/N based off this song :3

WARNINGS really fucking cheesy 🤭

The victorious echoes of Gryffindor's triumph over Slytherin resounding through the common room. Fred Weasley, his mischievous grin on full display, found himself amidst the party, basking in the glory of the Quidditch victory. He was talking to a group of Ravenclaw girls with animated stories of his time on the quidditch pitch, each word dripping with cocky charm.

As Fred recounted the glorious moment of hitting Draco Malfoy with a bludger during the game, one of the Ravenclaw girls, a brunette with a mischievous gleam in her eye, dramatically burst into laughter. She placed a hand on Fred's bicep, squeezing it playfully. "Wow," she exclaimed, squeezing his arm once more, "I now understand why you're a beater, George."

A deep breath escaped Fred as he recognized the all-too-familiar scenario. He exchanged a knowing glance with George, the unspoken understanding between the twins, who had encountered countless instances of mistaken identity from eager admirers. The brunette continued, seemingly unaware of the mix-up, but before Fred could clarify the misunderstanding, a familiar voice cut through the crowd.

"Freddie!" you called out, a hint of tipsiness evident in your steps as you approached him. Fred silently thanked his foresight in persuading you to wear sneakers instead of the precarious heels you initially wanted.

"Come dance with me," you pleaded, seizing his arm in an attempt to drag him onto the dance floor. Oblivious to the disapproving glares from the Ravenclaw girls, you pulled Fred toward the center of the room, the boy sending an apologetic glance towards them. "Fred, keep your eyes on me," you instructed turning his face to you with your hand as the music enveloped you both.

Fred locked eyes with you, his usual playfulness momentarily replaced by a more serious gaze. "You're holding back; I know you can dance better than that," he remarked, a challenge lingering in his voice.

"Shut up and dance with me!" you retorted, moving your body to the rhythm. Fred, recognizing the playful banter, mirrored your movements. The distance between you diminished with each step, the energy crackling between you.

Fred's hand found its way to the small of your back, sending tingles through your body. Grateful for the backless dress you wore, you reveled in the sensation. Fred sensed the opportunity before him, a chance he had been waiting for.

As the dance grew more intimate, a magnetic force drawing you together, Fred surged forward. The gap between you closed as he pressed his lips to yours, a kiss filled with shared smiles and unspoken promises. In that fleeting moment, Fred felt a profound certainty – you were his destiny, and he was ready to spend the rest of his life with you.

A/N why do I lowkey love this though 😭🫶

reblogs appreciated!!

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alexia-redacted · 2 years

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Shut Up and Dance

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: [18+] smut, bottom!Reader, top!Natasha, semi-public sex, hints of a praise kink

Summary: a night out brings you and Natasha closer than you ever imagined

Words: 2.4k

A/N: based on the song Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon because @cookiesimpt had a thought and believed in me to write it 🥺 thanks @family-house-of-m for editing as well. you're the best hype man, too! Minors DNI!

You find yourself in a nightclub. You don’t really remember the fake pretence Tony had used to drag the lot of you on his night out. To be honest, you weren’t listening to him when he had proposed the idea in a too-long monologue; already planning on saying ‘no.’

It’s the sight of Natasha Romanoff in a black backless dress that made you change your mind. Way too fast…

You don’t regret your change of heart.

Watching the redhead lose herself to the rhythm of the song, body moving along with the heavy beat of the bass, is intoxicating even from afar.

From your spot at the VIP table, you can tell her hair is starting to stick to the back of her neck and you yearn to press your lips against the column of her throat at least once. You don’t think you could stop if she gave you that one chance, though. You can already guess you’d want more of her taste.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of your misplaced thoughts. Nat and you have been good friends since you joined the Avengers nearly two years ago. You have to remind yourself that if something had to happen, it would have already.

You sip on your cocktail, watching around the dance floor hoping to find someone else who could catch your eye. It’s futile, you know it is, but it’s better than to fantasise about green eyes and red hair again.

You’re meticulous in your search, eyes scanning everywhere because there is no way you can find someone else unless you really focus. And focus you do, so much so that you miss Natasha walking your way. You only realise her presence when she sits next to you.

She slings both of her legs across yours as she sits sideways to face you. You drop your hands on top of her knees for lack of a better place to put them. You don’t dare move a finger, though. Nat’s green eyes hold a playful glint you rarely see and in this fading light, she looks absolutely gorgeous.

You have to refrain from uttering exactly those words but by the slight smirk that forms on her lips, maybe she knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“What’s up?” you manage to get out instead but you’re not really convincing and Nat’s grin widens.

“Well…” she draws out and you’re powerless as you watch her, waiting patiently for anything she will give you. “You stopped watching me dance.”

Your mouth opens like a fish out of water. You didn’t realise she was aware of your staring but then again, this was Natasha Romanoff. You always admired how good of a spy she is. Nothing should ever surprise you with her. But it doesn’t make finding an answer to this any easier.

She laughs at your dumbstruck expression and with a gentle index, pushes your mouth closed. “Sorry,” you mumble.

She shakes her head with a chuckle as you watch her short curls bounce against the top of her shoulders. “Just come dance with me.”

That puts an end to your staring at Nat’s sweaty skin, taking your attention away from the details that render her so pretty and hot. You look at her face to see she is dead serious. You drop your forehead against her shoulder with a groan. “You know I don’t dance.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” you ask, picking your head up to look at her.

She stares at you with a small frown. “Don’t find excuses.” She slowly brings her feet back to the floor to get up. She takes the time to smooth her dress down. You watch with rapt attention as the muscles of her back flex with each movement.

“I’m really not a good dancer, Nat.”

“Shut up and dance with me, Y/N.”

Before you have the time to formulate a response, she takes your arm and, with a gentler tug than you expected, leads you down to the dance floor.

You follow Natasha right down to the middle of the crowded space and when she turns around to look at you, you see her absolutely crack up. You wish you could hear her laugh, even if she seems to be laughing at you, but the music is too loud.

She softens when she sees you’re not laughing with her, you’re not vexed because of her and she can tell as much. She leans in so close that you’re sure she feels the shudder that creeps down your spine when her lips brush your ear.

“Relax, honey, this is supposed to be fun.”

You close your eyes at the pet name. She doesn’t have to ask you twice before you grab her hips to bring her closer to you. Your brain empties as you follow the sway of her body and you lose yourself in the thumping bass but most importantly, you lose yourself in Natasha.

When the song bleeds into another one, you falter, unsure of what exactly your friend had in mind when she invited you to dance. ‘Your friend,’ the thought leaves a bitter taste on your tongue making you want to disappear. You glance behind you towards your table to see the rest of the Avengers engrossed in drunk conversations.

Two confident hands bring you back to your reality and you marvel at the warmth of Nat’s touch. It should be uncomfortable, after all you’re sweating in a crowd full of drunk people but you can’t bring yourself to be bothered.

Not by her.

She clicks her tongue in discontent, “you couldn’t stop staring and now that you have me, you’re looking back.”

Your heart gives out and you thank god for the noise around you because you think you would’ve heard it hit the floor. You hope it won’t get trampled on the way to Nat’s answer to your next question: “Do I have you?” You struggle to get the words out, speaking directly in her ear but not daring keeping your eyes open.

You feel her response before you hear it as she pushes herself flush against you. Her nod is pressed against your shoulder but her ‘yes’ is lost behind the rush of blood you can hear in your ears. You lean back just enough to see her face.

You don’t know who leaned in first because all your brain registers is how soft Natasha’s lips are on your own.

The press of her body against yours is heavenly and you don’t think it can get any better than this. That is until her tongue runs along your bottom lip. Your tongues meet and passion envelops the air around you. You feel like you’re running out of breath for a whole other reason than kissing the redhead so, much sooner than you would’ve liked, you move back slightly to lean your forehead against hers.

You can feel her panting breaths on your face and you revel in the fact that she seems just as affected as you are. You smile at that before bringing your mouth back on hers but this time you feel emboldened knowing she wants this as much as you do.

Her hair is silky soft between your fingers. When you close your fist in it and give it a little tug, you’re rewarded with a breathy moan that sends tingles down your spine. You trail your lips across her jaw and down her neck in the hopes of pulling more little noises out of Nat.

But you’re the one to moan against her skin when two strong hands settle on your ass and give it a squeeze. That coupled with the intoxicating taste that is uniquely Natasha - you knew you’d be hooked from the start but you never imagined it’d feel this good - makes arousal pool in your panties.

“Y/N.” You never knew your name could sound so decadent. At once, the spy steps back breaking almost all contact with you save for her hand on your forearm but when she sees your confused expression teetering on panic, she groans and grabs your cheeks in one hand making your lips pucker. When she is close enough to your face for you to hear, she mumbles, “I’ve waited long enough, love.” With one last lick of your lips, Natasha spins on her heels and you find yourself once again being dragged through the dance floor.

Your back hits the stall door with more force than expected but you swallow Nat’s apology earnestly, kissing her in a clash of tongue and teeth.

The backless dress is perfect as your nails find her soft skin. You moan loudly when she sucks lightly on your neck. “Fuck, Nat.”

She moves her kisses across your collarbones while your fingers find the straps of her dress and pull them down her arms, freeing her boobs. The sight of her hard nipples makes you wetter than you could’ve ever imagined. Before you can reach out, she grabs your wrists in one hand and brings them over your head while her other hand works on the buttons of your dress shirt. “Tsk, be a good girl, sweetheart,” she says when you test the grip she has on your hands. Her husky voice and the fact she saw right through your praise kink make your heart thud that much faster, a whimper leaving your mouth.

She doesn’t bother taking your shirt all the way off, instead she leaves it open and decides to yank the cups of your bra down before lavishing your nipples with her mouth.

You throw your head back, unable to contain the moans that escape your throat. You shouldn’t feel this worked up over just a little bit of nipple play but this is Natasha and this is bathroom sex. When she looks at you with a smirk pressed against your skin, you know you’re a goner. Finding excuses for your very turned on state is useless, you know those green eyes and painted lips could make you lose your damn mind without even touching you at all.

She comes back up with a devious smile and you feel both of her hands tangle with your own above your head before she brings them down. She guides your fingers to your own nipples and whispers into your mouth, “Play with them while I go down on you, will you?”

Your heart stops for the second time tonight but you know, this time, Nat isn’t waiting for an answer. She drops to her knees kissing and licking all over your stomach while working on your belt and pants.

You don’t know why but you always expected the redhead to be a huge tease so it takes you by surprise when she barely takes the time to shove your clothes down before diving right in.

Her tongue works magic on you as she focusses on your clit, and you let out your loudest moan yet. One of your hands leave your boobs to grab a fistful of her hair, anything to brace yourself against the waves of pleasure that comes crashing into you when she sucks your bundle of nerves into her mouth.

Your hips buck into her face and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into you. God, you think you might black out.

Natasha freaking Romanoff is in you.

Granted she’s been on your mind for almost two years but it makes all of this even more surreal.

She moves her lips back up to focus on flicking your clit while she brings two fingers to your entrance. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Is it all for me, Y/N?” She doesn’t wait for an answer as she thrusts in at once and you go weak at the knees. Thank god for the way she is holding you up, her other hand pressing you firmly against the door and she mumbles something against you that sounded like a ‘good girl.’

She curls her fingers, finding your G-spot easily while her pace follows the flicks of her tongue on your clit. It doesn’t take her long to bring you to the edge. Your pleas are mixed with your moans and you’re glad when she doesn’t let up, fully hellbent on pushing you over the edge. “Come for me, baby.”

Two more thrusts is all it takes for the coil in your belly to snap. Pure white ecstasy fill your whole body. Your breath catches in your throat in a silent scream and your legs give out but she is right there to keep you upright, her soaked fingers finding a strong grip on your thigh as she brings you down from your high with gentle touches. When you finally come back to yourself, she drops one last kiss right above your clit before getting back on her feet.

You kiss her as soon as she is close enough. It’s messy and you’re out of breath but you can taste yourself and her on your tongue all at the same time which is good enough for you. Your hands wander but they’re aimless, brain still a bit foggy but you’re enjoying yourself way too much to worry about how you’ve never come this hard before.

The kiss slows down and when you finally part, Natasha takes you by surprise again. “Take me home?”

“Are you sure?” you can’t stop the question from coming out. That pulls a light chuckle out of her.

She brings a hand back to your pussy in a small slap making you jerk, your over-sensitive skin not ready to be touched again so soon. This time there is no trace of a laugh in her voice when she answers, “Do I look hesitant?”

You shake your head and she smiles, not giving you the time to overthink before she kisses you softly.

She bends down, helping you out with your clothes and you’re grateful yet embarrassed at how fucked out you already are. Of course, she sees right through you, though. “You’ll have your chance to return the favour.” Her smirk tells you everything you need to know about where this is going and yet…

Yet…

You can’t stop but wonder about other aspects.

You look at her while she is straightening her dress and when she looks satisfied with herself, you grab her face in two shaking hands.

“Nat?” It comes out as a question making her quirk an eyebrow at you but the glint in her eyes tells you she knows exactly what you want to say. You search her face for any signs that maybe you shouldn’t ask what’s on your mind but when you find none, you leap. “Is there a chance for more?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she whispers back and with the softest kiss yet, she promises you a whole future. One where you won’t mind dancing because it’ll be with her again.

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #shut up and dance

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