full time slut for the weasley twins

♥　Prompts for Requests

Fred Weasley

♥　“Let me take care of you”

♥    “Held up”

George Weasley

♥　“I’m jealous, Angel”

Request; Can I request 48 with Georgie pls

Warnings; Smut

A/N; I’m really not a fan of this but I needed to post a fic, sorry the end is AWFUL :(

Word count; 1k

Standing there, 30 minutes passed, no show. You had arrange to meet Ethan, a ravenclaw boy you had kissed at a party the other week, now standing in the courtyard, alone, accepting he wasn’t going to show. Sighing you began to walk back to the common room, why did this always happen to you, boy after boy used you, had their way with you for one night then never spoke to you again. It was disheartening now, you were leaving school next year and were still yet to find your “high school sweetheart”. Corridors empty and dark, just the flickering lights guiding you, you whisper the password and climb though the portrait. 

A voice interrupts your silent sulk, “Knew you’d be back soon enough”,  the voice being immediately recognised as your best friend, George. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you snapped, “You know what I mean Y/N, it’s happened one too many times. You get with a boy, they promise to see you, they leave you alone.” He was right. He was always right. Breaking down the barrier you had built up, dropping your head and letting tears run down your face. George stands up and approaches you, “I’m sorry darling I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he grabs you into his towering embrace, “No George it wasn’t you, you’re right anyway, i’m never enough for them , I just want to be loved,” your tears soaking a small patch on his jumper as your hands clung around his hips. “Oh Y/N, angel, you are so so loved, you just have an awful habit for going after those who don’t” he chuckles, a soft giggle leaving your lips after, “Come, sit with me,” he grabs your hand bringing you to the sofa placed in front of the fire.

 “Y/N, don’t waste your tears on them boys, they aren’t worth it, you deserve someone who will remind you every day how amazing you are” now he has his arm wrapped around your shoulder, rubbing circles on your arm. “I just don’t understand George, why can’t I find someone who wants for me,” dropping your head further into his shoulder, “Y/N, are you blind? can’t you see?...I want you for you,” 

Your heart drops as you register the words coming from your best friends mouth, “What are you on about?” you whip your head to look at him face to face, “I want you, come on Y/N, you know I could treat you better than anyone else in this school, I love you, for you.” 

Request; could i request numbers 3 (with general chest area) and 17 from the situation list and number 41 from the prompt list??? tysm xx

Warnings; Smut

A/N; no twin was requested but I thought it went best with Fred cause definitely see him as a tits man.

Word count; 1k

Waking up to the sun spilling through the blinds was always one of life’s small pleasures, and it was even better when it was next to your gorgeous boyfriend. Fred muttered from beside you, typically he never woke up before you had to go to work, you would leave swiftly and uninterrupted, giving Fred a kiss and that was it. Fred had different plans today.

Cherishing your last moments in bed before getting ready, you relaxed back into the sheet, Fred’s arm coming to wrap around your waist before pulling you in closer to him. “Good morning darling,” he mutters in your ear, sending chills up your spine, he sounded so sexy in the morning. “Good morning Freddie” you reply, turning to face the handsome redhead beside you, he gives you a sleepy smile and a peck on the lips. You could lay there forever in his arms, suddenly you feel is hand move from your waist, down to the hem of his t-shirt you slept in last night, slipping under and moving straight to cup your breast, his large hand covering the whole thing, you let out a frustrated sigh, knowing you couldn't stay and relish in his touch, you had work in 1 hour. Lifting his head slightly to return to his spot by your ear he whispers, “God, Y/N I love these so much, so soft and perfectly made just for my hands,” now his other hand has taken hold of the other one, both hands squeezing and playing with your chest. Fred always had a weakness for your chest, touching and caressing them whenever he had the chance, but now was not the time. 

Feeling yourself get turned on you knew you had to stop him now, “Not now Freddie, I have to go to work,” you whined, “I only need 10 minutes my love, I promise,” he responded sharply, leaning down to place a hungry kiss on your lips, with slight hesitation you gave in, it was impossible for you to resist him. With his hands already on your boobs he found it easy to bring your top up, so that you were fully exposed to him. You tend to sleep naked under his top. Breaking from the kiss he smirks at you as he lowers himself to take your right nipple into his mouth, licking, sucking and eventually a soft bite, causing you to let out a moan, hands running through his bed head. “You are so beautiful Y/N, absolutely everything about you is beautiful,” once he is finished his emotional declaration he returns his mouth to your left boob, sucking the skin around it, leaving a few small red marks. All while his assault on your chest was taking place his hand slowly runs down your torso, stopping just at your clit. His long fingers slowly began to rub circles on your core, while still using his mouth to provide pleasure everywhere. The overload of pleasure causing you to let out a string of moans, causing Fred to groan is response. He was still teasing you at this point, getting desperate you reach down to grab his now hard cock, running your hand along his length, gaining another groan from Fred.

I write for Fred and George Weasley only  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I will accept max 2 from each section (situation and prompts) but make it completely how you want it, so you don’t have to have one of each, just whatever you want! x

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED (until 20th) Im sorry i’ll try get them all wrote asap!

PLEASE REMEMBER TO SAY WHAT TWIN!!

Situation (hopefully u know what i mean lol)

1) Anal

2) Begging

3) Body worship (specify body part)

4a) Breeding Kink

5a) Clothed sex

4b) Cum play

5b) Dirty talk

(messed up the numbers lol sorry)

6) Edging

7) Exhibitionism (Public or semi-public)

8) Marking Fetish (hickeys/bites)

9) Party sex

10) Praise Kink

11) Hand-job

12) Size kink

13) Shower sex

14) Masturbation (voyeurism kinda)

15) Blow-job

16) Fingering 

17) Morning sex

18) Pet names

Prompts

19) “Seeing you between my legs is so hot”

20) “Really?...right here?”

21) “You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past hour”

22) “No one will notice, no ones watching”

23) “God, i love your hands”

24) “Try stay quiet for me”

25) “Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I’ve made you”

26) “More, I’m ready”

27) “You’re nipples are sensitive today”

28) “I’m not wearing any panties”

29) “I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realise you weren't alone”

30) “You’re my best friend, this wont change anything will it?”

31) “I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now”

32) “Bite me”

33) “Shut up” “Make me”

34) “do you think they could hear us?” “we can”

35) “I’ve never wanted someone so badly”

36) “You know what your doing, wearing that”

37) “I like it when you say my name like that”

38) “I really don’t care. You look hot and I’m trying not kiss you right now”

39) “You’re so much fun to touch”

40) “Can I least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”

41) “I’m gonna be late because you can’t keep it in your pants”

42) “I hate the way they look at you” “You’re mine”

43) “Lets play truth or dare”

44) “You are the horniest drunk I’ve ever met”

45) “Behave”

46) “I’ve made such a mess of your pretty face”

47)  “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

48) “have they ever touched you like this?”

49)  “What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

50) “You’re so desperate for it”

Please request away, and any other requests will happily be taken too!!♡

Warnings: Smut

A/N: this is a wee halloween fic as tomorrow is halloween, wrote it rather quickly but hope you all still enjoy my second fic x

Word count: 6.3k

Halloween. The one day a year you could dress up as out there as you like, and no one seems to care, actually you get praised for it. Halloween at Hogwarts was always fun, a huge feast in an appropriately decorated Great Hall, then later on each house would host a not so secret common room party, usually one of the biggest ones throughout the year, everyone went, whether it was there own house or sneaking into a different common room. People planned for months, stocking up firewhisky and even those with muggle family’s sneaking in all different types of drinks. Y/N was sad this was her last Halloween at Hogwarts, having years of fond memories from this time of year.

Giggles and tumbles could be heard from every room in the tower, girls usually tipsy while getting ready, Gabby, my best friend, currently lying in on the floor in fits of tears as she couldn’t stop laughing at something I clearly missed. “Get up Gabs, your gonna ruin your outfit!” I said to her reaching my hand out to help her up, she looked amazing, she went for a cat this year, she has dark smoky makeup on, cute wee cat ears and a gorgeous little black dress. “Tonight’s going to be the night!” she exclaims, myself, and our other two roommates all glance at each other and roll our eyes, replying with a choir of “Sure”, “Whatever you say Gabs!” “About time!”, you see Gabby has had the biggest crush on Dean Thomas since starting back in September, only issue was she never really saw him, being two years apart caused quite a boundary between them too, but Gabby was certain tonight was gonna be the night to cross that boundary. I was excited for her, she hadn’t shown interest in anyone since Oliver Wood left, so it was about time she got back out there.

I stared at myself in my full length mirror, this year I had gone for an Angel, I wore a small white tennis skirt with a simple white cami top that had lace detail over the neckline, I paired it with knee high white stockings and a small pair of silver heels to match my silver wings placed on my back, my hair was curled into loose waves and I opted for subtle makeup with decorative white glitter scattered on my cheekbones. I look quite good. “George is gonna love you tonight, you look hot!” Gabby said as she brought me into into a drunken embrace, I blushed at her words, hoping indeed my boyfriend would enjoy my outfit. I needed more alcohol to catch up with her it seemed, so I grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey from her bed and drank as much as I could in one go, while my friends cheered me on. Soon we could hear the music start down in the Common Room so we planned our strategical late entrance, deciding to wait another half an hour until heading down.

30 minutes passed and we were definitely a lot drunker than before, but regardless we got our heels on and we prepared to make our entrance, feeling myself get slightly insecure looking around my friends, they were the IT girls of our year, every boy dreamed of getting one of them for the night, people would argue I was one too, but I had been happily with George for 3 years now, so I never really saw myself as one, but I didn’t want it any other way, I was so completely in love with George. My insecurities washed away immediately as I walked into the common room, with not even one minute passing before being approached by the 6 foot redhead I was so lucky to call mine, smirk evident on his face he maintains eye contact with me, only once breaking it to glance down at my body, when he was close enough he leaned into my ear and whispered “Holy shit Y/N, what are you wearing?”, without giving me time to respond he grips my cheek and brings my head round to place a soft kiss on my lips, deepening it as I kissed him back, soon it became slightly aggressive in the sexiest way possible as his hands ran over my lower back while my arms were wrapped around his neck. I pulled away, giggling as I muttered his name “George, I only got here, save that for later” I winked up at him, he smiled back down at me, “Can’t help it princess, you look so hot” Guess Gabby was right. George scans your body again, hands roaming down your waist and going to play with the hem of your short skirt, you slap his hand away, leaning up on your tip toes to level beside his ear, whispering “later.” As you walk away backwards you run your small hand down his arm, shooting him another wink and running off to find Gabby.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: This is my first fanfic never mind first smut so please bear with they will get better, feel free to request anything in my inbox!

Snape finally announced the end of today’s lesson, relief washed over me as I packed my books and headed straight for the door. I have been beyond stressed at the moment, lack of communication from home, the upcoming OWLs and over-all my deteriorating mental health. I enter the Great Hall, scanning the area for my best friend Gabby, after failing to spot her my eyes fall on the two 6 foot red heads peering at me. I have always had a close relationship to the Weasleys, but in particular the two troublesome twins, I was the year below them, I met them on my tryouts in second year for the Quidditch team, they were always there for me, looking out for me like I was their wee sister. Much to my dismay I feared that’s all I would ever be to one in particular, over the years i’ve grown more and more fond of Fred, how could I not? He is tall, handsome and never failed to make me laugh. Now them being in their final year at Hogwarts, I had completely given up hope of being anything more to him.

I sauntered over to them, my legs heavy and head full of worry, plumping myself down beside George I let out a deep sigh, George noticed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, “What’s wrong darling?” and that’s all it took for the tears to begin to stream down my face, “Oh y/n, please don’t cry” Fred says with a troubled look on his face as he extends his arm to grab my hand, I glance up at him as I reached up to wipe them away with my robe but before I could get the chance George’s hand came to cup my jaw as he wiped them away with his thumb, feeling already so much comfort in their presence, George whispers to me, “Come on, let’s get you back to the Common Room.” As we walk down each side of the long table, when we reach the bottom as we exit the doors, Fred’s hand grabs my own again as he pulls me towards him into a tight hug as he places a gentle kiss on my forehead, my heart flutters as he pulls away, giving me a soft smile as he retakes my hand and walks with me back to the Common Room. The walk is silent, comfortable silence with only the soft sounds of my sniffles as I hold myself together.

We walk into the common room, luckily it’s empty as everyone is still in the Great Hall, as we sit down in front of the warm fire I feel two hands grab my waist and pull me down, Fred had pulled me into his lap facing his twin, he softly wraps an arm around my waist and he places the other over the back of the sofa. Trying to ignore my current position I begin to open up about what was upsetting me, both twins listening more than they’d ever done in their lives. As I spoke the tears caught back up to me, but only this time it was Fred to wipe them away then repositioning his hand just ghosting over my stomach, I felt butterflies as he rested his hand so close to where I dreamed of having him. push them feelings away. As soon as I finished my rant they both jumped to come up with their own ideas to cheer me up, George suggested a weekend trip to Hogsmeade, which I politely turned down as I simply did not have time, gratefully I thanked the both of them as I sunk into Fred’s lap and rested my head on his broad shoulder, he tightens his grip around my waist and begins to slowly stroke my side with his thumb, the simple action not helping those butterflies I was trying to push down.

Time was passing as I just lay there while the twins engaged in their own conversation, knowing their presence was enough to give me comfort, I loved being this close to Fred, I could hear his heart beat so steady in comparison to mine as he moved his left hand to rest it on my thigh, I was still in my robes, as were him and George, but my school skirt being on the shorter side meant his hand was on my bare thigh, it didn’t seem to phase him but as my breath hitched in my throat at the movement he turned his head to me, “You okay love?” he asked not once breaking eye contact with me, I hummed and nodded in response, fearing words may fail me, he retorted with a small smirk, almost like he knew exactly what was going on in my head. Placing a soft peck on my forehead again he turned back to George, who was now looking at the two of us with raised eyebrows and the same smirk Fred had been holding a few seconds ago. George always knew about my soft spot for Fred, started in my 4th year when I couldn’t stop talking about how much I loved Fred’s hair long, George coming to instant defence of “Do you not like my hair? ITS THE SAME!?!?” from then on he knew I saw them both very differently. I shift in my spot, subsequently moving about in Fred’s lap, he lets out a small groan which would be barely noticeable if I wasn’t so close to him, he lifts his eyes to meet mine then glances down to my lips as I mouth a subtle “sorry,” his eyes dragging back to mine as he shoots me a wink, leaving me with a knot in my stomach and a rather damp situation in my pants.

This man knew exactly what he was doing to me. His hand began to slowly stroke my thigh, playing on what he already knew from my reaction previously. I almost started to think I was dreaming as his hand continued to caress and sometimes gently squeeze, trying to remain unfazed but loosing it completely when his hand slips between my legs and squeezes my inner thigh, my head drops into his shoulder once again and slipping through my lips is a small moan, hoping it was quiet enough that George didn’t hear. Fred instantly grew hard at the noise that had just escaped from my lips, he shoots George a look as if to say “If you don’t get out of here now I will hex you!” , and it seems he gets the message, he stands up as he announces “I think i’ll be best leaving you two alone, don’t have to much fun without me” he mocks jokingly as he retreats up the stairs to his dorm room. Once George is out of sight Fred laughs and turns to me and that signature smirk returns, “You okay love? you still seem very tense?” as the words leave his lips his hand continue to move up my thigh, now centimetres from my heat, he definitely knew EXACTLY what he was doing. “Suppose I am yeah, been a lot on my mind recently,” I say back, timidly as his intense gaze was making me nervous. You were putty in his hands. He leans forward slightly, resting his forehead against yours, “Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?” he asks while ghosting the tips of his long fingers over your heat, teasing, already knowing the answer. You groan at the small movement, before looking him in the eye, “Touch me Fred,” and that’s all he needed to hear.

He crashes his lips on yours desperately, after taking a moment to realise this is actually happening, you kiss back, releasing all the feelings you’ve been holding in for years into the kiss. As the make-out continued, Fred applied pressure to your clothed clit, rubbing over your sensitive nubs, you moan into the kiss, finally feeling pleasure. Fred removes his lips from your own, “That is the sexist thing i’ve ever heard y/n, fuck, your so beautiful” he says while catching his breath. He glances down at your legs still placed on his lap, grabbing the hem of your skirt and pushing it up around your waist, he wanted to see how wet you were and how gorgeous the view of his long fingers dipping in and out of your dripping pussy, something he thought about more than he would like to admit. You whisper right in his ear the same words you had said before, “Touch me, Fred please”, once he realised how long he’d been staring at your tiny body in his lap he nodded, moving your pants to the side and finally touching your wet core, you fling your head back into his shoulder, a whimper leaving your now plump lips, Fred swore he could come from just hearing you whine and moan under his manipulation. “You love this don’t you? Think about it all the time, I see the way you look at me, been dreaming of the day I make you cum” Fred whispers into your ear, releasing another moan at his words you nod your head, “Yes Freddie, all the time, please,” Although you never said what you were begging for, Fred knew exactly.

He dips one finger into your dripping hole, groaning himself at the warm wetness you had all for him, “Who’s got you this worked up y/n?” he asked smugly, “You Fred, all you” you reply, getting impatient for more, he dips back in, this time the full way, his long fingers hitting the spot easily, “Oh Fred” you moan out right by his ear. Oh my God he could bust from that right now. “Say it again,” as he speeds up the pace of the finger currently buried in your heat, “Fred, oh my god” you repeat as your head falls further into his neck, beginning to leave a trail of wet kisses. He slips another finger in, you moaning again into his neck, sending a vibration that went straight to his dick, already hard, pressed against your ass, causing his to quicken his pace again and curl them in. By now you are a moaning mess in his embrace, the hand placed on your waist now moving up to play with your boobs, caressing and squeezing them in his palm. “I’m gonna cum Freddie” you say with a moan following, “Cum all over my fingers princess, I want to taste you” . Princess. The nickname rang through your head as you release over his long fingers, letting out pornographic moans as you come down from your high, feeling the tension from your body you’ve been carrying all week fade into pure bliss. Fred slips his two digits from your pussy and your eyes follow his hand up to his lips, he takes both fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking off your juices until they are completely clean. “You taste as good as you look, princess.” The nickname, again, this boy had you wrapped around his pinky, and he knew it. You giggle, not once breaking the eye contact, he leans back in to leave a soft kiss on your lips.