Warnings: degration, hair pulling, 18+ smut, unprotected sex, cum play?
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He had finally had enough.
It was close to the end of the school day, there were two classes left, but he could not wait until dinner. You had been playing with his head all day. The schools head girl, the prefect of Gryffindor the perfect star student was not at all what people thought.
You had been secretly dating Fred for about three months now, and it was only secret due to your status and his, you both decided to keep it secret, but you were not what everyone thought. You were a complete tease.
Already in the past hours you had passed him risky notes explaining your panties and how wet he was making you. Or you would whisper how bad you wanted him as you passed him in the hallways, and he was tired of it.
So, as you walked past one of the abandoned classrooms on the way to muggle studies you were grabbed harshly and thrown into the classroom.
Now here you were. Bent over a desk in one of the abandoned classrooms as Fred drove into you from behind, his hand wrapped tightly around your hair pulling it tight, so your head was up, and your mouth was agape, although you were trying to suppress any moans.
“Fuck, teasing me all day, telling me about how wet I make you, such a fucking slut for me, hm?” he growled leaning closer to your ear, his voice tinted with rage. “Yes, yes for you Fred,” you said it a bit too loudly your suppressed moans coming out with it.
“You’ve got to be quite we wouldn’t want everyone to know what a whore their perfect little head girl is, would we? Fucking slut, all just a fucking act, you’re just a whore,”
You were so lost in a mix of pleasure and pain from the harsh wood of the desk and the pain in your scalp from him roughly pulling your hair, but you knew he was going to cum soon feeling a twitch from his cock, and you were close to, getting even more aroused from the idea of someone walking in on you, the perfect girl all fucked out by Fred Weasley of all people.
“Fuck I’m close Freddie,” you moaned, “me too, love, me too, I’m going to come in your pussy and you’re going to keep in there for the rest of today, and if by tonight it’s not in there, you’re going to get worse than this,” his voice was intimidating and you loved it, it was just what you wanted. “Yes- fuck,” and you were gone, his threat sending you over the edge as you shut your eyes tight trying your best to hold in your moans.
He was quick to follow filling you up and forcing you to keep it in, sliding your panties and skirt back on.
“I love you,” he grabbed you and hugged you tight pressing a kiss to your forehead once you were dressed and back to normal, all prim and proper, but no one would know what was hidden in your panties.
Notes: Challenged to spend the night in the cemetery during Halloween, you are surprised to find company until dawn.
Warnings: Fred x gn!reader; mention of anxiety; small plot at the end; SFW.
It was a stupid idea, for an even more stupid joke, you felt stupid for doing it, there were too many "stupid" for just one sentence and yet you continued with the challenge. Of all the games you could have suggested for the group, you had to choose "Truth or Dare", as if that couldn't turn against you, brilliant. Now here you were, holding your leather jacket tightly around your body and trying to figure out how you were going to get into the cemetery so late at night without being seen, truly incredible.
With momentum and strength that made your arms shake as you had to pull your own weight, you jumped over the wall and cursed your entire group of friends for putting you in this situation. Luckily for you - if had any luck in being in all this - there was no one in the cemetery to catch you, everything was very silent, with a strange fog covering the graves, the only light that illuminated the place was the moonlight and some streetlights that were too far away from each other. A shiver ran through your body as you walked between the tombs and realized that the only ones in that cemetery were you and the dead.
It was better to get it over with, you pulled out your cell phone and turned on the camera, a photo would be enough to convince them that you spent the whole night there, then you found a way to get rid of the locator spell that revealed the place you were in last hours. Finding a position that illuminated your face well but still showed the cemetery behind you, you pressed the button while giving the camera the middle finger, you just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. Your eyes closed at the surprise flash, you swore it had turned off.
- Who is the photo for?
A male voice asked and made you jump and look in the direction, right next to you was a tall boy, probably a few years older than you, with wild red hair and a curious smile and look. Where did he come from? And how did he approach without making a sound? You immediately pulled out your wand in fear of the unknown, who seemed too strange for you.
- Who are you?!
- Hey, calm down, calm down! My name is Fred, Fred Weasley, I was also a student at Hogwarts, I won't do you any harm, I just wanted to know what a freshman was doing in the cemetery - he raised his hands helplessly.
- I'm not a freshman! And how can I be sure you won't do anything?
- My wand is in my pocket, if you want you can take it, I just want to talk.
You walked over and placed your wand against his neck while you took the one from the boy's pocket and put it in your jacket. In one quick movement you moved away from him, lowering your wand but still not putting it away. Fred rubbed his neck, still in shock. Silently, he took a small step back and sat down on the nearest tombstone.
- You're badass... I think I was wrong to worry, but after all, what the hell are you doing alone in the cemetery at this hour?
- First you tell me, after all, it seems to me that you are in the same situation.
- The party I was at ended later than I expected, I didn't get a ride so I was walking home when I saw someone jumping over the cemetery wall - he revealed and it seemed true.
- I was challenged to spend the night in the cemetery, when dawn I can leave - you put away your wand.
- How stupid... - you agreed but didn't say - ... Aren't you afraid of seeing a ghost? - a smile appeared on his face.
- I'm not afraid of ghosts.
- And angels?
- Why would anyone be afraid of angels?
- Yeah, I said it without thinking - he shrugged and stood up - Well, then I'll leave. Was a pleasure to meet you.
- No! Wait! - you said without even thinking and the smile on his face increased - I still have your wand... - disguised.
- Oh, that's true, I forgot.
He approached you with his hand outstretched, waiting for you to give it back to him, and you were about to give it back, but you hesitated. A better idea popped into your mind, at the last second you pulled the wand back to you and put it away.
- I will return your wand on one condition.
- Condition? The wand is mine!
- If you help me remove this locator spell, I'll give it back to you and we can get out of here - you imposed.
- Locator spell? - he laughed loudly - There's no way to remove a locator spell! You have to wait for the duration to end.
- What do you mean there's no way to take it off!? - you widened your eyes.
- Yes, I'm really sorry, now can you give me my wand back?
You looked down at your feet feeling even more stupid for having accepted all of this, you thought and thought but no idea that could get you out of this without being ridiculed came up, before anxiety could take over you raised your head with determination.
- No. You will spend the night here with me.
- What?! I have nothing to do with this!
- That's because you scared me, when dawn comes I'll give you your wand back and we'll get out of here.
Fred stared at you in disbelief, thinking of several great names to call you with the anger he felt. With an irritated sigh or grunt - it was hard to tell - he turned his back to you and walked away. Now it was you who was in disbelief and ran after him, "where are you going?!" You called but he didn't answer you. When you found him, Fred was resting on top of a grave, arms crossed.
- Fred?
- Do you want me to wait? Okay, but I'm not going to stay upright until dawn - you laughed and sat on the tomb next to him.
- Thanks for staying.
- As if I had much choice.
For a long time, the two of you stayed like that, sitting on top of the tombs side by side, waiting for the sun in silence. There was a cold breeze that sent shivers down the back of your neck from time to time, making you cross your arms tighter against your body. Fred didn't seem to mind that much, his thoughts were far away.
- Can I say something? - he said suddenly, breaking the long silence, almost scaring you.
- Yes.
- You have terrible friends, I would never let a friend stay in the cemetery alone, never! - he seemed really angry for you.
- You can't talk much, none of your friends gave you a ride and now you're in the cemetery too.
- Yeah, I'm, right...? - he said more to himself than to you - I think we both have shitty friends - you laughed.
- ... I would have given you a ride - he looked at you.
- ... Thanks - he smiled.
The conversation between you after that started shyly, but soon you were both laughing. Fred was actually very funny, and even though he had every reason to be mad at you, he chose to forget about it and make you laugh. He preferred to ask about how things were at Hogwarts now than to frown until the first ray of sunlight appeared. He told you about the school's secret passages, about the incredible things he invented and how he gave the teachers trouble when he was a student, how he always had a prank ready for each of them. Fred listened to you talk about the things you had done too and smiled every time you were proud that you hadn't been caught. In the end, to your surprise, you were very similar, even if still different.
Only when you ran out of topics did notice that the sun had already risen, he then got up from the stone tomb and stretched.
- Let's go? We have to take advantage of the fact that no janitor or anything like that has arrived yet to catch us.
Agreeing, you got up and followed the path he took, arriving at a gate that was very well locked. Fred looked at you and held out his hand and he didn't need to say anything for you to understand that he wanted the wand. As agreed, you returned it. With a spell that wasn't just a simple Alohomora, Fred managed to unlock the gate.
- George and I invented this spell when we were still in 5th grade.
- Who is George? - he was silent for a while.
- An old friend - he said and opened the gate, which creaked.
Maybe it was all in your head, but the outside of the cemetery seemed to have a much lighter air. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, realizing how tired you were and just wanted to get back to your dorm before a teacher or monitor noticed you were missing.
- Well, then I'll go, it was nice talking to you, Y/n - Weasley announced.
- Ah, yes, it was nice talking to you too, thanks for the company...
But when you opened your eyes and turned to him there was no one, how had he disappeared so quickly? It was just a matter of seconds. You found it really strange but you didn't think about it too much, wizards disappearing in the blink of an eye was considerably normal, maybe a little rude, but normal. Shrugging and starting to go on your way, you pulled your cell phone out of your pocket to check how the photo you took had turned out. And at that time something really strange happened. In the photo there was only you, there was no one next to you, nothing, not a single strand of Fred's red hair appeared in the photo even though he was right next to you at the moment you took it. But as the flash was on, something behind you lit up and shone, you zoomed in to get a better look. On the tombstone behind you was a photo that reflected the light, and just below was engraved the name: Fred Weasley (April 1, 1978 – May 2, 1998). His voice echoed in your mind: "Aren't you afraid of seeing a ghost?... And an angel?" A shiver ran through your body when understood what had just happened.
Kiss me with Fred Weasley and female reader please!!! This is a Drabble request :)
Kiss Me - Fred x Reader
Fred was slumped on the sofa in his flat after a long day working at the joke shop. When you saw him you walked to the back of the sofa and started massaging his shoulders. He leaned into you with a sigh.
After a few minutes you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Anything I can do to make you feel better love?”
He took hold of your hands that were still working on his shoulders, and led you round the sofa so you were face to face.
“I can think of one thing.” You raised your eyebrows in question, and a cheeky grin appeared on Fred’s face. “Kiss me.”
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Thank you so much for the request, this was a joy to write, I hope you like it! Feel free to check out my other drabbles or my writing challenge 💖💛
Request: can you please make a FredxReader where he falls in love with a muggle girl and always appears at her house to look for her but when he gets caught he always deletes her memories until he finally decide to talk to her with prompts 70, 84 and 105?
70. “H-How long have you been standing there?”
84. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”
105. “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.”
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Words: 1.528
Warnings: Mentions of abuse.
The crisp morning air hit her, sweeping her hair onto her face. She took a deep breath, letting it fill her lungs as she took a sit on the roughly made swing tied very tightly on one of the branches of the tree that sat on the yard of that old house.
Nothing seemed unusual to her eyes, the swing swang as it always did, the sun was high up in the sky which was tainted with a beautiful blue hue in her opinion, the flowers had grown and bloomed, and everything seemed normal, excluding one thing, but that went by unnoticed to Y/N.
The abnormal thing in question was, in fact, a person; Fred Weasley stood a few feet away from the girl, leaned on a nearby tree, trying to hide in its shadow. For many, watching someone for a long period of time, especially if you didn't know that someone, was considered strange, suspicious even; but Fred was just walking by, or that's what he told himself.
He had decided that morning to take a walk, explore the land he had grown on. Learning that was a region with many hills; he passed the Lovegood's house, the dirigible plums were growing strong, he observed. It didn't take him too long, though, to find a simple cottage at the foot of a hill north The Burrow.
With big windows and baby blue walls, it seemed like a beautiful place to visit. That was the moment he noticed her. She had only just left the house through the back door and now, she played on the swing, hair trailing behind her, her bare feet reaching up to the sky. The force of the wind caused her sleeves to move and that's when Fred noticed the purple bruises around her wrists. It was odd and didn't seem to fit in with the air that emanated from the place. What could have caused it?
He leaned closer to take a better look, taking a step forward. What he didn't see until it was too late, was the twig laying on the ground where he decided to plant his foot. The thing was, he wasn't close to her, but he wasn't far enough. The snapping made the girl turn her head in his direction, bringing the swing to a hasty halt and quickly getting up.
She promptly wrapped her arms around herself, defensively. “H-How long have you been standing there?”
He didn't answer at first, his mouth opening and closing trying to unsuccessfully form words, too shocked for being caught sneaking.
If his twin had been there, maybe they could have come up with an actual presentable excuse, but he was not, and Fred's quick wit seemed to disappear. In a fit of panic, he raised his wand and aimed at the girl, an act that would come to pass more times than he would've liked.
“Obliviate.”
Now, any witch or wizard with a high enough schooling would know that the memory spell wasn’t one to be performed lightly, nor should it be cast without a level headed. However, Fred chose to listen to his nerves instead of his sensible brain.
And that was when things started spiraling into a bigger mess he could have ever predicted.
Every day for the rest of summer break, Fred returned to the cottage at the foot of the hill, and every day since the first he somehow managed to get caught and, in an act of despair, erased the girl's memories.
Returning to Hogwarts forced the end of the vicious cycle, and for that Fred was thankful. He didn’t know how long he could keep that up, and the guilt kept on accumulating until it was all his mind came back to, reminding him how he must have been the most coward Gryffindor he ever knew about.
No, he thought. I won’t go back there anymore.
So, of course, when summer break rolled around, the first thing he found himself doing was regretting his terrible choices as he stood a few feet away from the blue house.
Except this time was different, when he got closer to the backyard, he didn’t see her on the swing, nor was she picking flowers or laying on the grass observing the sky as she often did. This time, she was curled into a ball leaning against the side of the tree that faced away from the house. Fred didn’t know when it had happened, because he certainly didn’t order his legs to move, but he soon found himself standing in front of the girl, a fence the only thing keeping them apart. And like so many times before, her eyes drifted upwards to face him and she immediately tried wiping away the tears with her sleeves, but more just kept on coming.
Fred stood there, he hadn’t thought this through, he thought at all, and even though he didn’t know what he could possibly say to make her feel better, watching her cry wasn’t an option. He looked around in search of anything that could help him, to his left was a patch of flowers and he quickly leaned down to pick one up.
The fence wasn’t too high so when he offered her the plant she could reach it from the ground. When she did though, it was hesitantly. Y/N studied the flower on her hand, twirling it around and when she looked up again, Fred showed her the best smile he could manage and at that, she let out a soft laugh.
Relief flooded through him, it was much better to hear her laugh than watch her cry.
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As the weeks flew by, Fred kept returning to the cottage and each time was better than the last. He could finally say that he and Y/N were friends and with that certainty, he decided that maybe she would be willing to answer the question that had been plaguing his mind since day one.
“What are those bruises on your wrists?”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice them.” Her eyes trained forward, fixed on some particular point on the sky.
“Kinda hard not to. I won’t push you to tell me if you don’t want to, don’t worry.” He stretched his legs in front of him, they were currently sitting against the tree.
“It’s okay, I made peace with it, I suppose.” She let out to a sigh. “My parents brought me here several years ago in hopes that it would fix me, somehow. Since I was a child I’ve had this really vivid dreams and they always end up with me hurting myself or someone else while I’m asleep.”
“After a while, they started leaking out, I would see things when I'm awake and lash out. So every night they tie me to the bed and keep me away from anything I could break during the day, a temporary fix until they find a solution.” A snort came from her side and Fred, who was already frowning trying to understand how this was supposed to fix anything, looked at her as if she had grown a second head. “The funny part is, they say I’m here because I’m crazy. I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.”
“Why don’t you run away? This is ridiculous.” He shook his head as if the simple thought of Y/N having fits of uncontrolled anger couldn't be processed by his brain, she always seemed fine when he was around.
“Where would I even go?”
He paused for a while. “Come stay with me.”
"What?”
“Yeah, my brother and I are planning on having our own place and opening a joke shop, we’ll drop school sometime after the break and when we do, you could come with us.”
“I don’t know.” Now it was her turn to frown, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to get away, she just didn’t want to stand in their way.
“It can’t be worse than staying, and we could try and find a way to stop your nightmares, something that doesn't involve tying you up.” But that statement was met with silence.
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When he came by the next morning she was already on the swing, but she wasn’t moving. Her back was hunched over, cradling her hands on her lap.
“I know is hard not to miss me, and I’m flattered, I really am, but you don’t have to be so sad about it, love.” He teased leaning onto the fence.
“Oh please, don’t be so full of yourself.” A smile gracing her face.
“How could I not? Have you looked at me?” She shook her head in response, meanwhile, he jumped over, strolling his way to her side. “What’s on your mind?”
Y/N glanced at him and paused, studying him as if she was going to find the answer on his face.
“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”
There was a slight upwards tug on the corners of his lips as he crossed his arms. “Is that a yes to my proposal?”
“Maybe.”
“Then pack your bags.” He said with renewed joy on his voice. “We’re going on a runaway mission.”
Description: Reader has sudden burst of confidence.
Requested.
Word count:362
" Oh c'mon (Y/N)! You know you love me!" joked one Fred Weasley. You rolled your eyes, " Sure Weasley." you grumbled, trying to hide your slightly pink cheeks from the troublemaker.
He winked at you and your cheeks grew even darker. " C'mon Fred! We got to be practicing, you can flirt later!" hollered Angelina.
Fred mocked bowed and left.
You were walking along the corridor sometime later when you heard voices down the once quiet space. You immediately recognized the voices of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
You felt your heart beat accelerate, an idea sprung to your mind, and soon enough adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you neared them.
They hadn't noticed you, good, you thought as a smirk grew across your face and your right arm extended just as you were coming up behind Fred who was still in his Quidditch uniform.
Your arm extended just an inch more as you got ready to pass Fred. He let out a shriek of surprise and turned around to see who had pinched him on the arse but you had turned a corner and bolted.
You still couldn't believe you had done what you did, it just wasn't like you to be so daring. You weren't very eager to see Fred because he'd either tease you or...well you didn't know, the prankster was unpredictable.
You made your way down to breakfast and sat at your respective table. Surprisingly there was no sign of him so you ate quickly and finished before most.
You didn't feel like bumping into anyone so you practically ran to class, that was until one of the broom closets you were walking by opened and an arm reached out and grabbed you.
You let out a shriek of surprise and was getting ready to fight you perpetrator when you realized it was Fred, the bastard had a smug grin on his face.
" Fr-Fred!" you gasped, " What are you doing?"
He's grin shifted to a smirk, " Just repaying the favor love."
Before you knew it he took your face and pressed your lips to his and yes- pinched your ass.
Request: can you write some dank Fred Weasley holding his babies for the first time & the reader is just enamored with her husband holding her kiddos
omg i totally meant to put #5 with it & just forgot to put it with it!!!—dank fred gal
5. “Well, this is where I live.”
Pairing: Fred x Reader
After spending the night at St.Mungus they could finally bring the baby home, Fred insisted in carrying the little bundle and Y/N happily accepted and opened the door of their house, he didn't take his eyes of their child for a second. Walking into the living room was when he started talking.
"Well, this is where I live, and now is where you live too." He smiled and started roaming around, avoiding the sofa and chairs. "There is a lot of room for you to run around and a backyard big enough so I can teach how to play Quidditch when you're a little older."
For Y/N that was one of the moments that you keep into your memory for when you need to feel happy again or just to treasure it, Fred had stopped walking in front of a window, it was getting dark and that golden light was coming through making them seem to glow, it was one of the most beautiful and heartwarming scenes Y/N had ever seen, the man she loved and their child, they were a family, one they never thought could happen a few years ago.
"And I can help prank your mom..." She tuned back in after that phrase and rose an eyebrow, Fred was looking at her with a smile. "I think she heard us, we must run for our lives!" He half whispered and started carefully walking a little fast towards the kitchen, he stopped in the archway and turned back to her. "You coming? You know I might burn something if I go near the stove and now is five times more dangerous."
She took a moment to look at him before answering. "Yeah." Walking to them she planted a kiss on the baby's forehead and a peck on Fred's lips. "I love you" The smile on her face could be heard in her voice and he soon mimicked her expression.
The Gryffindor common room was empty if not for Y/N and Fred sited in front of the fire. She was working on an essay for Astronomy while her boyfriend watched her in silence.
“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, dropping her quill and looking at him.
“Nothing is wrong, why?” He furrowed his eyebrows, his gaze was now fixed on the fireplace.
“Because you never stay silent for so long.” She placed her hand over his that rested on his lap. “I know you’re hiding something from me, what is it?”
“We’re leaving.” It was so quiet no one could say Fred had said anything.
“What?” She asked a little confused.
“We’re leaving” He repeated himself a little louder this time.
“No, no. I just, what does that mean?”
“George and I are gonna leave Hogwarts, we decided that we don’t need the final days, we already have everything ready.”
There was a moment of silence that stretched not too far after the revelation, Y/N was processing and Fred was waiting for her reaction.
“You’re gonna leave me?” She whispered.
“I can’t ask you to come with us, but once the classes are over you can still move in with us, just like we planned.” He had finally looked at her, his despair was the confirmation she needed to know that she was still wanted, but then, why did she still feel betrayed?
“I think I need some time to process this.” Y/N stated grabbing her things and getting up.
“Is there something I can do?” She stopped to look at him, he was upset, that was obvious, he didn’t want her to be mad at him and now he was trying to fix it and at any other time she would have found that endearing, but she just couldn’t.
“I just want to be alone right now.” He nodded and looked at the floor.
“I’m sorry.” He said as she made her way to the dorm stairs, letting out a sigh she turned to see he’s hunched figure still on the sofa.
