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“𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯.” 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩? 18+ MDNI

[2productive]

I have acquired a digital minimalism reading list of 99 books

[2productive]

Digital Minimalism Reading List

*items that fit into multiple categories are listed in each respective place they fit

By Subject:

Keep reading

[dark-rainie-day]

[angerieque]

keep showing up, for yourself.

[sothisispoetry]

iconic things suzanne collins did in sunrise on the reaping:

had haymitch declare himself an lgbt+ ally

confirmed snow is still habitually crashing out over lucy gray 40 years later

made me cry over the regina george of district 12

[2productive]

I got a lot of asks on this topic with slight variations of essentially the same question so here goes.

Fake confidence is not confidence. It’s literally fake, it says that in the name. It’s pretending. That’s not terrible but if you’re wondering why all this time has gone by and you still haven’t become truly confident it’s because it’s fake! At best it will appear real to outsiders, which is nice, but you will still be miserable as the person who is inhabiting your body and living your life. Fake confidence only looks good until someone with authentic confidence walks into the room and shows you how it’s done. The truth is that most people who fake it until they make it, don’t ever make it. They are just hoping to be perceived as someone who has made it.

I’m sorry to tell you but if you’ve been doing affirmations for years and years and you’re still sending me asks about being confident, it’s not working. I can’t say if you’re doing it wrong, not doing it enough, or not believing it hard enough but either way, something’s gotta give. How many more years are you gonna waste?

You start building confidence in 2 ways: one, you get action-based self esteem. Get some hobbies and work on them. Learn some skills, get good grades, try something new. Do something with your days!! Make an effort!! Complete something!! Scrolling all day won’t give you a sense of accomplishment and when 5,7,10 years go by and you look up and realize that you have nothing going for yourself, you will obviouslyyyyy feel like crap. Reread this point over and over again. Two, get in tune with yourself and figure out what you like, dislike, and truly want. When you really know yourself like that, you will make moves accordingly. You won’t question everything you do and run all of your decisions past other people. You’ll just happily make decisions on your own accord. You will not get to know yourself on a deep enough level if you are online all day and that’s a fact. You’re constantly bombarded with everyone else’s content, everyone else’s opinions, everyone else’s sense of style. Your brain has become a frankstein monster of every other persons ideas. Who are you even? Do you even know? Without a bunch of tiktok girls to tell you what your new aesthetic of the month is, do you even know what you like doing, buying, wearing, how you like to decorate, or what you want to do as a morning routine? Or are you just gonna keep letting outsiders tell you that in January you’re a pink Pilates princess and in March you’re a clean girl and in July you’re that girl. Who are you?? You’ll never be confident if you’re always cosplaying other people. Log off and find yourself.

Stop crumbling every time someone doesn’t like you or what you do. Learn to like yourself! Stop letting the opinions of strangers hold you hostage. Do you like yourself? Okay then.

Remember that being confident doesn’t require you to think you’re the best of the best, the crème de la crème, the hottest thing walking. You can think your looks are overall average, and still be wildly confident. You can acknowledge that you aren’t the best in the world and still be confident. Not only is being less than perfect absolutely okay, it’s rooted in reality. When people try to boost your confidence by having you tell yourself that you’re essentially perfect in whatever domain, that’s toxic positivity and fake confidence yet again. Rid yourself of the thought that confidence always looks like arrogance and lying to yourself about being at the top of the pyramid. Yes you have shortcomings. Lots of them. So do I. And???

I just want to reiterate that lying to yourself hardly does anything for your confidence long term and it’s just so clear. If you are upset about the fact that your body is average, your face is average, you have little to no dating experience, and you haven’t been a part of any substantial activities since freshman year volleyball where you weren’t even that great and quit after one year, I don’t know why you think that pretending you’re Maddy Perez or Jennie while you halfheartedly recite affirmations that state you’re the sexiest woman in the room ✨, everyone is obsessed with you ✨, you attract nothing but life’s luxuries ✨ is really helping you. Like….this isn’t building your confidence really. Giving you a bandaid perhaps. But what would really make you feel better is to go out and get some activities into your schedule where you start at a low level and through your hard work you get better and better. You start working out and building the body you want. You accept the fact that you don’t need to be the prettiest girl in the world to enjoy yourself and have a fantastic life, so instead you style your hair and makeup in a way that you genuinely like and confidently go out into the world knowing and fully being okay with the fact that not everyone thinks you’re stunning but that’s okay. Because you are pleased when you look in the mirror. And there’s more to life than trying (and failing) to be everyone’s type. That’s much more progress than listening to “manifest looking like an instagram model 10 hour 3D audio” every night.

[2productive]

How to have a strong sense of self?

A sense of self always starts with the question, “Who Am I?”

Not just your name, job title and family relations, but all of the internal things that make you who you are. Your beliefs, your morals, your values, your opinions, your religious and spiritual beliefs or lack thereof, your goals, your aspirations, your abilities, your personality traits. Getting to know yourself, essentially. Finding out all of the things that make you uniquely you. 

If someone asks a question about yourself that goes deeper than, “whats your favorite color?” and you have to give a long “ummmmm” and struggle to produce an answer, you may need to start getting to know yourself more. You may be able to answer eventually, but it’s the ease and speed of producing said answer that would point to a strong sense of self.

Here is a list of 371 “get to know me” questions. Some people lack a sense of self bc you have never had enough people around you that cared enough to ask you questions about yourself. Some of you were asked ‘get to know me’ questions, but you were too closed off to answer. After so many years of having walls around you, you never actually let them down long enough for even yourself to gain access to you. Some of you may not have a strong sense of self bc you feel disconnected from your family, your cultural background or society around you and you ended up with black sheep syndrome. No matter what the reason is, this is a fun way to start getting to know yourself and being comfortable and confident with the answers.

Having a strong sense of self is very important when it comes to making decisions in life. Whether it’s big or small, being able to confidently make choices that are stemmed from our genuine wants, opinions and values as opposed to choices that are being dictated by what others deem as good or bad makes a big difference. One allows us to live authentically, the other is living in the passenger seat. Some of this includes dressing how you like vs following trends to gain the approval of others. Dating people who actually make you happy vs dumping them bc others don’t think they are attractive or cool enough. Having political and religious beliefs that you genuinely agree with vs parroting only the popular opinion that is easiest to go along with. 

When you have a strong sense of self, you can accept your choices and decisions with ease bc you know that you made them with your truest feelings and can take complete accountability and responsibility for the outcome. It also makes it easier to change things you no longer like bc you can clearly understand what you are no longer satisfied with, why you are no longer satisfied with it and be confident in your abilities and limitations to make those changes. And that makes all the difference. 

On the other hand, having a weak or no sense of self will make navigating life’s choices extremely difficult and you may struggle to make choices at all. You may end up drifting through life, going along with what others do, only doing what others tell you, never feeling confident or secure with your decisions, always questioning if things are right for you, flip flopping your opinions, feeling discontent but not being able to pinpoint exactly what is wrong, and feeling a lack of passion or real ambition with anything you do. *these examples are not related to depression or other mood/mental disorders, I’m only speaking from the perspective of not knowing yourself enough on a fundamental level*

[evermarch]

how do y’all think haymitch felt when katniss came back to him all “i want wiress, beetee, and mags as allies” in catching fire? hand-picking his two and a half men(tors)!!

“of course you do” as his response now means so much more bc he’s not just exasperated he’s like “you really are me with a braid”

[linseia]

The quiet rituals of a new day

[eaglerayys]

Suzanne Collin’s just said fuck you to everyone who’s ever critiqued the Hunger Games as being a “teen girl saves the day” story. She said oh, Mockingjay didn’t make it clear enough? Here’s a book about how people have been rebelling for decades only to have their efforts suppressed and propagandized. Rebellion takes time and it takes failure and Katniss may have been the spark that ignited the wildfire but she did so standing atop the doused flames of everyone who came before her.

[rosegardeninwinter]

Snow rubs his thumbs over the bird and snake heads. "There's a pretty pair." He flips it. "And an inscription. […] Ah, very sweet. From L.D. Who might that be?" […]

“Lenore,” I say.

"If only it were that simple." He picks up one of the flowered cookies and examines it. "Lovely. Your mother made these?"

"Peeta." And for the first time, I find I can’t hold his gaze.

I’m going to go lie down.

[laceylavender]

The book will be released on April in my country and I’m officially losing my mind. I can’t do this.

[ccuniculusmolestus]

Bunny Corcoran be like “I know a spot” and then scams you with a 300$ bill in an expensive restaurant

[laceylavender]

It’s funny how Richard’s involvement with their little cult was always almost accidental and because he was just “there”.

Richard talking to them for the first time in the library? He was just there, and helped them with the homework.

Henry telling him what they had done? Richard just happened to be there when Henry came back early from the trip, and when Francis showed up to Henry’s apartment and he heard them argue.

Francis kissing him? He was just there.

Them killing bunny? Again, he happened to be there but he shouldn’t have.

It was always like he was “there”, sort of like a prop that should be used in certain scenes but definitely shouldn’t sneak in into more important scenes.

Just like Judy was always “there” anytime he needed her for convenience. I don’t think Richard actually ever made it truly to the group.

The group treated him with as much intimacy and as much distance as Julian treated them.

[mrsfrecklesmaraudersau]

Sirius had never felt like a fish out of water. His world had always been Hogwarts, his wicked family, his friends, and Sirius moved around it like he owned it. With his family, it was constantly hard. But yet, Sirius saw his parents like the wicked villains of his magical kingdom.

Now Sirius felt like an alien in a forgein planet.

Sirius kept trying not to be so obvious about how uncomfortable he felt. He tried not to stare around to the loud people of the café, the cheap Christmas decorations. He tried not to be shocked about how people dressed and counted pennies to buy themselves a decent breakfast.

Sirius understood the meaning of posh now, something that he had never even realized since he had been surrounded by money, people who had money and people who wasted money. Sirius and his friends had had everything they needed, so they put their efforts in stupid nonesense like pranking, parties, and silly rugby matches.

Sirius knew there was a different world out there, but he had never been this close to actually care about it.

Remus was part of this world, at least he had been. It hurt how much he belonged to this more than he had even had with the Marauders. There was this lady who was hugging him like an old aunt now.

"Oh Remus, I can't believe how much you've grown! Look at yeh, yer a grown up man"

The woman was squeezing the poor boy so hard that Remus was defenitely out of breath.

"Thanks, Cynthya" he said as he blushed.

"Where the hell have yeh been?"

Remus crossed eyes with Sirius.

"School"

"Ah yeah, yer the smart one of the group"

Sirius noticed this lady wasn't particularly pretty, but she had a smoking good body. Nice pair of boobs to look at, so big that her waitress uniform was tight. And her Christmas hat matched her red lips.

Sirius didn't know who she was for Remus. She was way older for him. She reminded Sirius of Madam Rosmerta, but in an uglier version. Apparently she knew both Remus and his friend Grant.

"Grant should bring yeh more often, sweetheart" she said as she squeezed Remus's cheek "How old are yeh?"

"Seventeen!"

"Practically an adult" Grant grinned, putting an arm around him, making Sirius feel a pang of jealousy "Our lil Rem is no more little"

"Look at that" the lady sighed as she put her hands on her hips "I feel old" she smirked "And how's Fen? The little bastard never returned my calls"

The bastard that had hurt Remus last night, the wanker who had threathened him. The same wanker that had beaten the shit out of Grant's face for money. Their suppossed friend. Sirius wasn't surprised he was a player with women as well.

Actually Sirius didn't know why Remus had lost time with that group of delinquents.

It was because you left him alone. A voice said inside his brain.

I thought he didn't want to be my friend, anymore.

Yeah, you foolishly believed your parents. Wanker. You should have done something more...

The faces of Remus and Grant both said that they were hurt and betrayed by Fen, as if they had once believed in him.

"Busy"

"Around"

They both answered at the same time. Cynthia looked at them with pity.

"Yeah right, I've seen ye've been quite busy" She said pointing to the scars and bruises in their faces.

The bird wasn't shocked or surprised. She looked like she was used to see them like that.

Sirius had bruises from last night as well. He knew about bruises.

"And who's this handsome bloke wiff yeh?"

When the attention was finally on Sirius, the three pair of eyes were on him, he wished he was swallowed by earth.

"Yer Grant's new boyfriend, eh?"

Sirius was offended by the way Grant laughed. Sometimes he just laughed like a kid and Sirius wanted to punch his happiness away. Gosh, even Remus was smiling.

"He is actually my... friend" Remus answered. "Frank"

It was a complicated relationship what they had, actually. Maybe Sirius was Remus's almost lover and best friend at school. But here, Sirius wasn't as important.

Frank was the name he had used when Fen asked him who he was because he didn't want to be himself in this world.

Sirius, the heir of the Black Empire.

This lady would be shocked. But here, he could be just a random bloke Frank.

"Hey, nice to meet you"

He spoke fast not to be caught on his so called posh accent. But yet, he blushed.

Although Cynthya was already eating him with her eyes in an uncomfortable way.

"Frank, darling... Yer also seventeen, eh?"

Was the lady licking her lips like an animal seeing her prey?

"Yeah" Remus responded for Sirius "And very gay. Cynthya"

Sirius was actually confused with his sexuality, but yeah. Snogging Remus lately the way he had done could clasify him as gay.

Cynthya stopped leaning in trance and her bubble was popped.

"Shame..." she hissed. Sirius smiled in apology "Such a waste with you gays" then she sighed "Anyway, sit down boys. Be right here with yer breakfast"

As soon as Cynthya walked away, Remus and Grant bursted out laughing with an apparent inside joke. Was this how Remus had felt around the Marauders when he arrived? Stupid rich boys with inside jokes.

"Who's that?"

"Cynthya is one of Fen's worst girlfriends" Remus explained with a smile.

"Oi! She'd always given us nice food" Grant replied.

"Oh! Remember that time we caught them shagging back in the dumpster?"

"Holy shit!" Grant whistled "Worst place to shag...They smelled for days!"

They giggled for a bit and Sirius smiled pretending he understood the joke.

"Let's take a seat, I'm starving!" Remus exclaimed.

Sirius realized he saw him more comfortable, less shy, around Grant. He was the same when he was with Sirius and only him. Although Sirius always had the sensation there was something Remus always hid from him. Bet, he didn't hide anything from Grant.

Both Sirius and Grant took a seat in opposite booths and turned to look at Remus in expectation.

"Rem?"

"Moony?"

Shit, Sirius assumed Remus was going to sit next to him, after everything. Now he felt like an idiot.

Remus looked uncomfortably between the two.

"I'm gonna go to the loo" he said awkwardly "Be right back"

NO! Don't leave alone with him, Moony! Sirius's mind pleaded.

However Remus walked too fast, as if he was running away from them.

Grant, the prat, was grinning.

There was a very uncomfortable silence between them. Grant wasn't subtle about the way he was staring with a smirk. And Sirius didn't want to be left behind. He mantained the glare defiantly.

"So, Sirius Black..." Grant tutted finally "Want to take my Rem away from me?"

"Excuse me?" Sirius snapped without filter "Your Rem?"

Grant was still smiling.

"He is not yours!"

"Oh and he is yours?" Grant asked.

Sirius was about to scream: "Hell yes!" but then he thought better of it.

"Don't worry, darling" Sirius hated that he called him darling "I am just making sure you are good enough for Remus"

Sirius wasn't sure either. That was the whole point of his doubts when it came to Remus. But he didn't have to say it to Grant.

Never reveal your weakness to your enemy.

Grant crossed his arms.

"Yer gorgeous, that's for sure" he leaned in, checking him out so openly that Sirius wanted to run "I see my Remmy has good eyes... But I am not sure I can trust yeh yet"

Sirius wanted to kill him. Remus wasn't his.

"I think it is Remus's decision, isn't it?" Sirius spat.

"Remus worships yeh, ma friend" Grant continued now playing with the sugar can "He's been like properly in luv with yeh since he was bloody ten... But I am not sure you feel the same"

"You don't know how I feel"

"Apparently, for what had I've heard, you play with Rem's feelings just like you play with other girls..." he raised an eyebrow "I know guys like you. Posh... Pretty... Wiff money to toss around... They enjoy when a bloke sucks their cock just right and then they pretend to be all macho men while talking about tits the next day"

Sirius was losing patience. Actually he didn't know where he got his patience from. Maybe he was staying put because of Remus.

"Listen, I don't know what Remus told you about me but you don't know me at all, I care about him"

Grant raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"I've been with blokes who said the same thing" he tutted "And they didn't hesitate to toss meh"

"Who do you think you are to give your bloody opinion?" Sirius was practically grunting like an angry dog.

"I'm Remus's best friend and favorite person"

This bastard...

"I am his best friend!" Sirius roared "He was my friend first!"

"I've been his friend longer" Grant chanted like a little kid "I've know him better"

"That's not fair, you don't know the kind of relationship we have"

"Oh snogging in secret?" Grant grinned "That's not that special, darling. I've snogged him as well"

Sirius could feel his face burn with rage.

"I'm here to stay" Sirius grunted his teeth "You can step aside now"

"I'm not going anywhere, eh?"

"What do you care? You don't love, Remus. Don't you have multiple boys?"

Sirius wanted to humiliate him and prove Remus was meant for him. He've always had. At least that was what Sirius felt.

"I love Remus..." Grant said with confidence "I love him..."

"I LOVE HIM MORE! NOBODY LOVES HIM LIKE I DO!"

Sirius screamed so loud that plenty of people turned to look at him. He hadn't processed the words, they came out from the bottom of his heart, apparently what he had been feeling all along. Sirius had been thinking about it a lot lately. He thought about it when he missed Remus over the summer and couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. He thought about it when he started craving his lips and his presence so much that it was killing him. He thought about it when he felt his heart was about to explode out of his chest everytime Remus smiled at him. He thought about it when Remus's lips and Remus's fingers started being his drug. He thought about it last night when they slept into each other's arms.

Sirius knew he felt it but he was a coward to just admit it. He had been a bloody coward.

Grant was amused. Not angry, or jealous.

"Yes! That's what I wanted to hear" he exclaimed with a loud clap of his hands.

Sirius was in shock.

"What the fuck?" Sirius groaned "Were you messing with me?"

Grant waved his hand "I was just testing yeh, push yeh to the limit to see..." he laughed "You almost toss me the sugar can into my head out of jealousy"

Sirius had never despised anyone as much as Grant Chapman. Well, maybe Snape topped the list. But Grant always made him feel like an idiot. The idiot posh pretty boy. Sirius was more than that, right?

"Don't you think it is about time you tell Remus that?" Grant asked "You're lucky that he is properly in luv with you. Remus freaking Lupin is in luv with you. And you are in luv with him. So I don't see why you are so afraid..."

It was more complicated than that. It wasn't enough that Sirius's heart jumped excited in his chest confirming Remus was in love with him from Grant's cockney's mouth. Sirius thought Remus was so stunningly amazing that he knew he deserved better than the mess he was.

It was like he wanted to cry until he became a person Remus deserved.

Grant was still grinning.

And in that second, Remus returned.

Sirius was out of breath, he felt so much for that boy.

"Oh sweety!" Grant said to Remus "Sits next to Sirius. He was telling meh how much he wants yeh by his side"

What a wanker...

Sirius fumed him with his eyes as Remus took a seat next to him. Feeling Remus's warmth, made Sirius shiver a little.

"Is that so, Sirius?" Remus asked with a cheeky smile.

Sirius tried not to blush.

"Yeah, of course, Moons"

The way Remus was smiling at him was so wonderful, Sirius could have melted right there.

I love you. his brain yelled. I love you so much!!

"So, what were you guys talking about?"

Sirius tried to ignore the way Grant was smiling at him in complicity. Sirius was begging him with his eyes not to say anything.

"Our favorite types of breakfast, right mate?" Grant smiled innocently.

Sirius swallowed his anger "Yeah, exactly that"

Remus raised an eyebrow not believing them. But as a cue, Cynthya brought their breakfast, and Sirius was thankful to be able to drown himself with food and grease right now.

[junkiepunkie]

imagining the marauders era doing all their queer/gay antics at hogwarts is so much funnier if you think about grindeldore. Like…

Sirius: *screaming and crying because him and Remus “broke up” over something dumb they’ll definitely be over in a few hours*

Dumbledore: lol been there

Barty and Evan: *making a blood pact*

Dumbledore: damn…. Hashtag canon event

Remus: *on the edge of insanity after the prank*

Dumbledore: *trying to be supportive* oh… I remember when my boyfriend first tried to force me to kill someone….. heh…… my sister died that night-

Remus: what the fuck?

[goldenvulpine]

Yearly Reminder that C.S Lewis encouraged his fans to write fanfiction about Susan Pevensie becoming a friend to Narnia and reuniting with her family once again.

Literally inviting his fans to write Susan’s adult, angsty character development with a happy ending.

Do your duty fans. Write that fanfiction.

[waywardangel-wilds]

I just saw a Gale x coin post I am laughing so hard

[adsosfraser]

galma (or aale) against the world

🤍🤍🤍

[disgurrr]

I stan ✊

[laceylavender]

I just threw up in my mouth 😩

[allthesmutl0vers]

Dating Fred and George Weasley Headcanons

MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Masterlist Requests/Asks: OPEN (please read) Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader x George Weasley Request: Not a request just wanted to write to fight writer's block. TW: Sexual Situations, Kinks, Some Fluff, Pseudo-Twincest A/N: I feel like I ate with this, tbh. Been working on it for two mf days. 😮‍💨💞 I hope you enjoy! Comment here if you want to be added to the tag list for any/all HP content.

Please feel free to let me know how you feel about this. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. ✨💞

How you got together:

You had been friends with them forever, but you never expected them to have the same feelings towards you as you did for them. None of you were willing to admit it until it was called out by Ginny and her loud ass mouth when she told you guys to 'just fucking kiss already, for Merlin's sake.'

They had just finished a match against Slytherin and won, of course, so their adrenaline was already flooding. You had opened your mouth to fire back at Ginny with some sarcastic ass comment when Fred grabbed your face and smashed his lips to yours, stealing the breath right out of your lungs.

When Fred finally pulled back, your head was in a daze, and before you could suck in a breath, George grabbed you by your waist, dipped you, and kissed you with the same passionate intensity.

After that, everything else was history, and the only thought any of you could form was, 'Why didn't we do this sooner?'

Fred

Song that best describes your relationship with Fred:

Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship (Iykyk)

Nicknames he has for you:

Darling: His go-to nickname, he uses it all of the time.

Love: Uses this one when he is being extra lovey, or giving you presents.

Sweetheart: (this one is for when you're in trouble and he wants you to know it)

Kinks:

Biting: Fred loves to bite you while he's fucking you. Leaving trails of bite marks all over your neck and going down your collarbones and, especially, between your thighs when he's eating you out. Though he never breaks the skin, he does bite hard enough to bruise. Fred's biggest turn-on is the sounds that leave your lips when he bites down hard and then licks and kisses the same spot, melting pain with pleasure until you can't tell the difference.

Bit of an exhibitionist: Nothing revs Fred up more than the risk of getting caught, especially if it's George walking in when he has you bent over, face down, ass up. He knows you're with George, too, but it's not necessarily about who catches you two in the act. It's about simply being caught.

"Looks like we've been caught, darling," he taunts with a dark chuckle and pulls your head back by your hair to make you look at George while he pile drives into you from behind. "Show Georgie how good I make you feel. Come on, let him hear how I make you scream."

Begging: Hearing you beg, 'Just fuck me already,' almost makes him break and do it. His response? Shoving his cock down your throat, all the while taunting you with little phrases like, 'What was that, darling? Didn't quite catch that,' or 'But you look so good, down on your knees begging for me.' He will definitely give you what you want, but only after tears are running down your cheeks as your need becomes almost too much to bear. Almost. He's not a complete sadist, after all.

Honorable Mentions:

Hair Pulling I mean, need I say more?

Teasing at the MOST inappropriate times, family dinner? Ha, his fingers are right at the apex of your thighs, silently challenging you to keep your facial expressions schooled.

Breeding Kink: You think he doesn't fantasize about filling you up so fucking full with cum, that it's only thanks to your birth control you haven't gotten pregnant yet? That's fucking adorable.

Favorite Positions:

Face down, ass up: What's not to love? It's the perfect position for Fred to slam into you at the brutal pace that leaves you cock-drunk. Perfect for him to either hold your hips still or slam you back onto his cock to match his pace, all the while leaving perfect little fingertip bruises on your hips. Even better is when he pulls you back, flush to his chest, a large hand holding just under your chin, supporting your weight while he leaves a trail of bite marks down your neck and shoulders while you whimper and plead for mercy, not that you actually want it, he just loves to hear you beg.

Against a wall: Being the exhibitionist he is, Fred will fuck you any and everywhere. An empty classroom, a broom closet, the locker room after an intense quidditch match, win or lose, he doesn't care. So long as he gets you. But there is just something about holding you up with your legs wrapped around him, back pinned to the wall (or a locker), that makes Fred fucking feral. The way he can watch your pupils blow with arousal, your lips part and quiver as your orgasm crashes into you like a fucking freight train, the way you tug on his hair as if you're trying to keep some semblance of grounding as you feel your soul leave your body. Fuck, he's sure he's never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life.

Spit roasting: When you're on all fours on the bed (or anywhere, really), and he pounds into you while you suck off George. Fucking you so hard it forces you to take more of George down your throat. What are brothers for? He's not sexually attracted to George, but there's nothing like watching you take his other half while he slams into you. Both of them work in a delicious and synchronized rhythm, filling you up so full that you might just burst, will burst. Body trembling while George offers you sweet praise and Fred reaches around your body, rubbing tight and fast circles over your clit; all the while, they drag you further and further down to hell or up to heaven. Is there even a difference anymore?

Random Head Canons:

Fred is more possessive, not so much that you're not allowed to have friends of the opposite sex. He knows full well he can trust you to tell him if someone makes you uncomfortable. He knows damn well you're not going to be fucking around with anyone else, given how fucking incredible he and George make you feel. Possessive in the aspect that he will brutally, if not mercilessly, prank anyone who so much as looks at you in any way that isn't platonic.

When you chastise him for these methods, he stops because you are bloody terrifying when you're truly angry. He switches to pulling you onto his lap or brushing your hair over your shoulder in front of them to reveal the litter of bite marks he made or the hickies that George made all over your neck, all with the cockiest fucking smirk on his face.

Fred's Ideal Date: While he loves being buried deep inside of you, he loves treating you to an adventure. His favorite? Walking into the forbidden forest, finding the perfect place to swim (he found the best swimming hole with a ledge to jump off of.) In the warmer months, he'll pack a lunch and take you here, loving the adrenaline rush of jumping and diving off of the small cliff ledge. Swimming behind the waterfall and exploring the caves inside with you. In the colder months, he will challenge you to a snowball fight in the courtyard, George is allowed, too, of course, but one of them will always be on your side against the other. Otherwise it's not really fair, is it?

George

Song that best describes your relationship with George:

Ride - SoMo

Nicknames he has for you:

Baby/Baby girl: Uses this as a placement for your name.

Little One: Uses this when he's teasing you; typically whispers it in your ear when his hands are around your waist. Or when he is watching Fred fuck you before he steps in and joins.

Mine/Ours: Uses this one the most in the bedroom when either he or both of them are fucking you.

Kinks:

Hickies: While Fred loves biting, George is a little more gentle. Note that I said a little. He'll fuck you like a whore in church, but he prefers to drag out the pleasure by sucking the soft skin right behind your ear all the way down your body down to your clit, right to his favorite part on your body, which brings me to my next point-

Eating you out: Holy. Fucking. Shit. If this was an Olympic sport, George would take the gold every single fucking time. Sure, Fred knows how to send you over the edge, but George takes his time. Licking and sucking your clit with slow, purposeful movements, drawing out sounds from your throat that sound inhuman. The way his fingers curl just fucking right inside of you, thrusting against that spongy spot inside of you, scissoring them to spread your walls and thrust his tongue in and out. Seriously, this man would live between your thighs if he could. Sending you over the edge again and again with just his devilish fucking tongue and fingers, he gets off on that shit, literally. This man has cum simply from eating you out before.

Edging: Remember how I said George is 'a little more gentle'? This is what I meant by that. George's favorite hobby when he's buried deep inside of you is bringing you right up to the edge, then pulling out, leaving you feeling empty as your walls clamp around nothing. You whine, and you whimper, and suddenly, he thrusts into you with a snap of his hips. Only to do it all over again.

"You want me to fill you up, baby? Is that what you want?" He teases as he only pushes his tip inside. You try to rock against him, to take him in deeper to satisfy the craving inside of you. "Hmm, I'm not sure you deserve it," he taunts as his thumb lands on your clit. Just as you open your mouth to beg, his hand grips your throat, and he slams into you so hard you see stars, his cock buried so deep that you swear you can feel him in your guts as he finally lets you cum with an Earth-shattering cry around him.

Honorable Mentions:

Choking: Because you know what would make you even more beautiful? A hand necklace. His, to be specific.

Bit of a voyeur: He loves watching you get pounded hard and fast when he typically fucks you hard and slow. The way your face contorts slightly differently when Fred is fucking you amuses him like no other.

Breeding Kink to the fucking MAX: He wants your pussy flooded with cum, if some spills out? No big deal, he'll fuck it right back into you. And after you finish school? Yeah, that shit is going into the fucking trash. (But you have no arguments, tbh.)

Favorite Positions:

Riding him: Guiding your hips, thrusting up into you as your hands rest on his chest to hold yourself up. Sure, George is dominant. But that doesn't love to see the look on your face above him as you come apart, over and over again, until you're a sweaty, shaky mess. George doesn't mind reverse- cowgirl, but he'd much rather see your face as his hand wraps around your throat just hard enough to make you dizzy as he tosses you over the edge, following right behind you.

Missionary (hear me out): Who says missionary is boring? Not you. Sure, nothing beats a bed, but George prefers you laid out across his desk. Or with your legs thrown over his shoulders, ass hanging over the bed as he stands and pounds into you. His thrusts are slow and firm, sliding into the hilt and then grinding against your core, making damned sure to draw out every last moan your body can produce.

Between him and Fred: George is not biased when it comes to fucking you in your ass or your pussy, if he's honest. So long as you're on your knees on the bed, while he's in either hole while Fred is in the other, both slamming into you with an animalistic ferocity. Filling you up so full with their cum that it'll be dripping out of you for days.

Random Head Canons:

George LOVES it when people stare/flirt with you. It drives Fred up the fucking wall when George doesn't try to brutally prank or show off just how much you're theirs. But it gets George off when guys try to flirt with you only to have a drink thrown at them, or you simply laugh at them before pointing out him and Fred. While Fred's anger is palpable, George just winks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe it's the voyeur in him, but he loves watching you interact with people, male or female, because he knows you're not going anywhere except right back to him and Fred.

George's Ideal Date: George loves to fly with you on his broom, you in front of him as he grips the broom between your thighs. His favorite time to do it is at night, flying up so high you swear you can almost touch the stars as you soar over the clouds. You know this is what you two are doing when he bundles you up in one or maybe two of his sweaters. Because Merlin forbid you get cold. If it's too cold to fly or it's snowing, he loves to take a walk to Hogsmeade and share a butterbeer. So long as he's spending time with you, he couldn't be happier.

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