Buzzy

I love this idea!! Thank you so much for requesting!

Warnings: Fainting? (Maybe idek if that’s considered a warning lol), nothing else!!

Y/n/n = your nickname

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Y/n thought she could get away with walking around a hot theme park all day with little to no water, and about one thousand corn dogs in her system. However, she was wrong.

Y/n and Benny were walking along deciding what ride they should go on next, when all of a sudden the already high temperature that y/n’s body was experiencing increased rapidly. She thought that maybe she just needed to take a few deep breaths but when she tried to look around and everything was fuzzy, she knew something was wrong.

Y/n turned to Benny and tried to say she didn’t feel well, but it came out as more of a mumbled grumble. Then all of a sudden everything went dark and y/n felt her knees collapse.

When she came back to reality, things were still a little fuzzy, but she was greeted with Benny’s face staring down at her. “Oh my god, y/n/n! Are you okay” Benny asks frightened. He has one hand holding your back up and the other one is holding a water bottle. “Here drink some water and then hold the bottle on the back of your neck” He instructs calmly, yet there is still a sense of worry in his voice.

“Thanks…” y/n says shakily, still a little confused and woozy. Benny nods his head as he just sits and makes sure y/n drinks her water. “Are you feeling any better?” Benny asks, concern plastered on his face. “Yeah…I think I just got too hot, and didn’t have enough water” y/n responds. “Yeah, that seems to be it” Benny replies.

They sit on the ground together until y/n feels like she’s okay enough to walk back to the car. “You ready?” Benny asks her while standing up, and reaching out for y/n hand to help her up. “Yeah” y/n replies. Benny helps her up and wraps his arm around her to help keep her steady. “There you go y/n/n, you got it” Benny encourages, as they walk back to the car.

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♔ Your Scent, His Words, Your Love ♔

YESSS OMG I LOVE THIS!!!

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, swearing, smut, unprotected sex (USE PROTECTION IRL), very brief mention of hand job (I guess idrk), let me know if I missed anything!

Sorry for any typos!!

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The smell of butter bear and crisp air filled the air as y/n inhaled. Sat across from her at The Leaky Cauldron is, despite what other members of her family think, the most kind, smart, funny, and caring boyfriend in the world. Fred Weasley. She nearly falls into a trance as she stares at him. “Hello? Y/n?” Fred says while waving a large hand in front of y/n’s face. “Oh! Sorry, what?” Y/n responds as she gets snapped out of her dream-like state. “You were spacing out, love” Fred replies with a laugh, and that smirk that makes y/n feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

After walking around Hogsmeade for a little while longer, Fred tells y/n he has to head back to Hogwarts for quidditch practice. Ughh…quidditch. Y/n pulls a little frown as her boyfriend breaks the news. “I know love, I’m so sorry. But you know Oliver will have my head if I miss another practice” Fred explains. “I know, Freddy. I know” y/n responds, with a playful whine in her voice. However before she has the chance to protest further, Fred pulls her in for one of those kisses that makes her feel like she’s flying. It’s gentle and soft, and patient, like he knows there will be time for more later. He slowly brings his hands up to cup her face, before having to pull back.

Y/n stares back and Fred with her cute grin on her face, Fred’s favorite sight. “I’ll see you later, okay?” Fred asks, as if really asking permission. “Yeah…okay” y/n replies, her face still plastered with a grin. “Here” Fred says before pulling his quidditch jumper over his head, some of his t-shirt coming up with it. Just enough for y/n to see that little patch of his stomach that she would love to just sink her teeth into right now.

Fred hands y/n the jumper and gives her one more swift kiss before heading off back to Hogwarts. Y/n slips on the jumper and bunches the neck of it up to her nose, inhaling her favorite scent. The scent of cinnamon, fire wood, and a faint hint of cologne. The scent of Fred Weasley.

After her brief moment of straight sniffing her jumper, which would look crazy to anyone from an outside perspective, y/n decided to head back to Hogwarts as well, and maybe she could finish up some homework or something while she waits for Fred’s practice to be over. As she’s walking she sees a familiar figure heading her way, her younger brother, Draco Malfoy. “Dray” y/n calls out as she approaches him, “what are you doing here?” She asks. Draco doesn’t respond with words, instead he responds with a look that, if looks could kill, would have y/n dead on the cobblestone road of Hogsmead. “What the hell are you wearing?” Draco spits. “And why the hell do you smell like cologne and a burning house?”

Y/n stands there frozen for a second. She hadn’t yet told her brother, or anyone in her family, that she had a boyfriend. Or that said boyfriend was a Gryffindor. Or that said boyfriend was a Weasley, who the rest of her family considered to be a “blood traitor”, since the Weasley’s are purebloods but don’t believe in blood supremacy.

“Draco…I was going to tell you soon. I swear!” Y/n tries to explain herself. “Tell me what?” Draco asks as his expression somehow goes even colder. “That I have a boyfriend…who is in Gryffindor…and who is Fred Weasley” y/n mumbles out as she tries to make the situation less tense. “What?” Draco responds flatly. Y/n just stares back at him, wondering if he’s actually confused because she thinks she was very clear with her explanation. But before she can think any further her thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of shouting. Shouting that if she closed her eyes, she could’ve sworn was coming from her dad. “Y/n what the hell do you think you’re doing? We have a reputation to uphold as the highest pureblood family and you think you can just go whore around with blood traitors! You’re disgusting!” Draco yells all while getting closer to y/n with practically every syllable.

Y/n just stares in disbelief. Disgusting? Her own brother, who she’s never really fought with before, calling her a whore and disgusting. Wow. Before she can even yell back, which she planned to do, the tears start rolling. “I-you have no right to call me disgusting, Draco! Just because I…have a boyfriend who doesn’t fit your stupid ideologies that you copied from our father doesn’t mean you can say that shit” y/n sniffles out, slowly getting angrier as she goes. “And don’t you dare for a second think that our father hearing about this is going to change anything! Because I love Fred! And this is the exact reason that I’ve hid this from you for six months!” Y/n shouts the final sentence and storms off, pushing past Draco before he can even respond. Leaving just her words, and the scent of Fred Weasley hanging in the air.

Y/n got back to her room and flopped down onto her bed, sobbing into the stuffed animal Fred got her for her birthday only a few months before. How could Draco say that stuff to her? She understands how her family feels about so-called “blood traitors” but she never understood that either. And she thought that maybe Draco could put those stupid ideas aside if it meant his sister got to be happy. But no, apparently y/n was just wishful thinking.

After about 30 minutes of on-and-off crying and thinking, y/n hears the door creak open. “Y/n…love? Are you okay? Ginny said she saw you running up here crying about thirty minutes ago. What happened?” Fred spoke softly, almost as if he was trying not to startle y/n. She sits up on her bed and faces Fred, eyes red and swollen, cheeks flushed, and lips puffy. All from crying. “I-” y/n tries to start explaining, but she feels the tears coming again. Fred sits down on the best next to her and wraps an arm around her. Y/n takes a deep breath and starts explaining, “right after you left Hogsmead *sniff* I was heading back as well and I ran into Draco, and he saw me wearing your jumper so I had to explain it to him and he said some really mean things to me and I-” y/n buries her head into Fred’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay love. Don’t listen to Draco, okay? If he is so selfish that he can’t even stand to see you happy then he doesn’t even deserve your tears. Got it?” Fred comforts y/n while trying to push away the rage he’s feeling towards Draco for another time.

Y/n pulls her head away from Fred’s shoulder “Thank you Freddy, I love you” she whispers out. “I love you too, my girl. So very much” Fred replies as he cups y/n’s face and wipes the remaining tears from her face. “You know, you still look gorgeous…even when you’ve been crying for an hour” Fred says slyly with a grin on his face. Y/n smiles and inhales sharply, an after effect of the aforementioned crying. “Oh yeah, well you still look handsome even when you’re all sweaty after a quidditch practice…especially when you’re all sweaty after a quidditch practice” y/n replies with a chuckle, while trailing a hand down Fred’s chest.

Fred swiftly moves his big hands to y/n’s hips and pulls her into his lap. “I love you” he mumbles out before pulling y/n in for a kiss. This kiss was different than the one earlier, it was still full of love, but it was more rushed. Like the kind of kiss you know will lead to something more. Fred brings a hand up to hold the back of y/n’s neck, while his other arm is wrapped around her waist. Y/n tangles a hand in Fred’s hair to deepen the kiss, earning a low groan from Fred. Fred lays back on y/n’s bed, and now y/n is straddling his waist and looking down at him. Fred moves his hands to the hem of y/n’s jumper, which is actually his, “This stays on, yeah?” He grins up at her. “Yeah” y/n replies back with the same smile “but yours doesn’t” she says as she makes quick work of lifting Fred’s shirt up for him. He pulls it off and tells y/n to get up for a second so they can both take their pants off. Once they’re both left in just underwear, and y/n still in Fred’s jumper, she gets back on him.

“Can I take these off” y/n asks as she plays with the waistband of Fred’s boxers, smiling down at him. “Of course, love” he replies. Y/n quickly removes them to reveal his length, already hard and leaking from the tip. Y/n brings a hand out and slowly strokes Fred a few times. He lets out quick short breaths. She then takes her underwear off and positions herself back overtop of Fred, giving him a quick kiss before sinking down on him. He moan into y/n’s lips, and despite his efforts, can’t even maintain the kiss. Fred’s hands fly to y/n’s hips as she slowly starts to move them back and forth. His hands slide up and down y/n’s sides, pushing up the jumper slightly as he does so. “Mm feels…so good, love. I love you so much. You know just how to…fuck…make me feel good” Fred struggles to get his words out as his hips push up off the bed and into y/n.

“I love you too, Freddy” she responds as she picks up the pace of her movements. Fred removes one of his hands from her hips and moves it to her clit, and makes tight circles while she moves her hips. “Fuck, Freddy feels so good! I’m gonna cum mmm” y/n sees stars as her body responds to Fred’s actions, and she nears her release. “Me too love, so close. You got it cum all over my dick, love. Fuck!” Fred mutters out in between moans. After a few more thrusts, and rolls of y/n’s hips, they both reach their climax. Y/n throws her head back as Fred paints her insides with his release.

After a few moments Fred lifts y/n off of him and she rolls over next to him. Y/n turns to look at Fred. “No matter what my family thinks…I could never give up that good of sex” y/n states with a laugh. Fred gives a fake gasp “So is that all you keep me around for, love!?” He asks, acting appalled. “No! Of course not…” y/n replied “you have really nice jumpers too” she says before bursting out laughing. “Oh wow! Real nice y/n” Fred responds, trying to hold back his laughter as well. “Now let’s go get you cleaned up, and maybe wash this jumper…you’re very sweaty” Fred says, acting fake disgusted. “Only if you promise to wear it again for a little bit so it smells like you again” y/n says back, looking up at him with her big puppy dog eyes. “I promise” Fred responds, and gives y/n a quick kiss before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bathroom.

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