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i need help finding a fic!

it’s about professor remus lupin. he comes to readers parents house for dinner and while she’s giving him a tour upstairs, she sucks him off. then they eat dinner and her parents keep talking about how pure and innocent she is. after dinner she goes into the kitchen to do the dishes and remus fucks her in the kitchen.

I FOUND IT! ITS CALLED GOOD GIRl?. the original poster deleted there account but here’s a reboot you can read it from.

https://www.tumblr.com/ameliaxl20/688128960202162176/no-no-listen-imagine-remus-having-dinner-with

Young

⊹ genre: Fluff mostly, minimal angst

⊹ pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin female reader

⊹ themes: Friends to lovers

⊹ summary: Fred rejected your advances, claiming you’re too young. You set out to seduce him, which backfires. Unwarranted comments were made in your presence, and George attempted to comfort you, finally explaining his fears and feelings in the process.

⊹ warnings: Swearing, third-party slut-shaming of the reader, mentions of an emotionally toxic relationship, very brief mention of drugs.

⊹ word count: 1.7k

⊹ a/n:  I don’t know why I’ve chosen to base this whole fic off of rejection yet again, but It’s completely different to the last, trust. A cute Fred one today because I’ve had a recent fixation on the twins and can’t seem to write for anyone else atm. 

Confidence has come naturally to you since the first day you walked through the castle doors. Many would wager that’s why you ended up in Slytherin over Hufflepuff. You’d never had issues letting people know how you felt about them; rejection had never been a concern or a fear simply because your self-assurance wasn’t so easily deteriorated. 

This wasn’t ever in question until two weeks ago. You hadn’t thought twice about approaching Fred after months of mutual teasing, or so you thought it was. You went to his spot on Gryffindor’s table in the morning, greeting him with a single pumpkin pasty. You waited till he took a bite out of it before making some quip that you couldn’t seem to, or rather didn’t want to remember, about owing you a kiss and maybe something more in return for it, to which he painfully, tragically mustered a chuckle past his lips, probably the most awkward position I’ve seen him in, before finally finding the words to let you down easily.

“You know I love you endlessly, but we’re friends” He could’ve just as easily stopped there, but he continued. 

“You’re just a little too young for me.”

Young

He briefly dated Amelia Farrow last spring, and she’s four months younger than you, so obviously, it wasn’t an age issue. He saw you as immature, a kid. He couldn’t even begin to picture you as attractive in any form. Actually, feeling affected as a result of rejection was unfamiliar; it was scary. How had you allowed yourself to feel enough for a man that your own stability suffered? As a result, you didn’t just feel hurt, you felt inferior, and that was harrowing enough in itself. 

You were just beginning to fall into another rant directing every expressional detail from the twitch of his bottom lip to the scrunch in his left brow when you were interrupted by a loud sigh.

“Babe, I couldn’t live a day without you, but swooning over a blood-traitor Weasley is way more than I can handle for the 7th time this morning”, Pansy quipped after a supportive kiss on my cheek.

“Give me a solution then”, you pleaded, faux pouting while hugging her thighs desperately.

“Seduce him, love; you’ve got the best ass on anyone in this entire school. Malfoy tells me he’s got a preference for it, says he lets a lot slip when they’re off smoking muggle grass.”

“Teach me how. You’re probably the only girl in our year every Slytherin male wants to shag a second time.”

-

It was the first quidditch match of the year, so naturally, you put on your uniform from 3rd year to cheer the team on. Malfoy found your overreaction to rejection amusing, like a fish out of water, to use his words, so he didn’t mind playing the role of the pawn in your game. You spent all game cheering Draco on, making sure you were just enthusiastic enough to attract Fred’s attention. 

The game finally came to an end. Gryffindor just barely scraped by, with Harry catching the snitch. I could already see Oliver Wood pushing Fred about, demanding a valid reason for his poor performance during the game. He pushed Wood off of him and stormed off with an exasperated look on his face.

I caught up to him a few feet away, deciding to skip past the jokes, figuring he wasn’t quite in the mood.

“Hey, you okay?” I timidly asked, reaching out to stroke his hand

“You sure move on quick, don’t you?” He spoke harshly, ignoring my question completely

“Are you serious? You reject me, then get mad at my attempts to move past that?” I shoved his shoulder, feigning annoyance. I knew exactly what I was doing, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.

“And what the hell are you wearing? Damn near sent Adrian Pucey spiralling into the benches with your ass out like that.”

“So I had both team’s beaters distracted, huh?”

“I wasn’t distracted so much as horrified.” He immediately followed

You shoved him playfully. “Shut up, weasel. You’re literally still staring at my tits.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t put that outfit on for me to stare at?” He whispered as we came to a halt just outside the quidditch changing rooms 

To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything to do or say but scoff at him, to which his grin grew even bigger.

He turned to leave, my brain regaining activity without the pressure of his eyes in contact with mine.

“I put it on so you’d have a clearer image to jack off to tonight.”

I headed back to my dorm before he could get another word in.

-

I approached the great hall hand in hand with Daphne Greengrass, completely satisfied with the way I left things with Fred yesterday, convinced I’d won. The smile on my face immediately dropped as I heard the conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table.

“- he’s even got a Slytherin girl in his pocket, dressing up like a little slut just for him.”

“Tell me, Weasley, does she like it rough?”

“Seems like the kind of girl that’d take it in the back.”

Your heart dropped as you heard comments from miscellaneous men in the house, jeering over each other, collectively patting an angry-looking Fred on his back and shoulders in a congratulatory manner.  

We made eye contact. Before the men at his table sensed my presence, too, I broke away from Daphne and sprinted out of the Hall. I sank by a tree in front of the lake as I took shallow breaths.

What hurts is that every assumption they made about my character felt deserving. When did I become the girl so desperate for one man’s attention that I so pathetically made myself more sexually desirable in his eyes? So that his lust would cloud his judgement and throw me lay at the very least? I hadn’t even realised how delirious I was acting and how painfully obvious it was to everyone but me just how much more I clung to the idea of him. It was like a montage of clarity was playing in my brain, of the way I continued running up to the Gryffindor common room every morning, taking every opportunity to make what I thought was subtle physical contact with him. God.

I let out a little yelp when I finally opened my eyes. Fred sat right next to me, leaning his head against the tree the same way I was.

“God, you scared me half to death! fucking cunt” I muttered the last part, allowing my anger to peak through 

“I had Malfoy help me make sure those guys’ mouths stay shut. I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry they were able to say more than two words without me hexing them and their mothers, to begin with. None of what any of them said is worth your care. They heard us talking outside the changing rooms yesterday. They’re all jealous little virgins that have-

“They were things I needed to hear” I cut him off before he fell into a rant that honestly wouldn’t have made a difference to the way I felt.

He looked at me incredulously, struggling to find the words to respond. 

“I was seeking your attention so incredibly desperately. It embarrasses me to think about it. You said no; I should’ve respected that and left it as it was. I took your reasoning personally, and for the way I’ve acted since that day, I apologise, truly,” I continued.

He sighed. “I only said what I said out of fear. I’m sure you remember I briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl in your year, Amelia. I made a mistake getting involved with her. She didn’t know how to separate love from attachment, and it got to a point her dependence on me started affecting her mental well-being, along with mine. Nobody saw much of me during the time we were dating because I was just so caught up with making sure she was okay since she relied on me completely. I didn’t realise  I was even allowed to have boundaries at all in a relationship. She constantly made me feel selfish and uncaring for wanting space or even just time with my family. When you told me how you felt about me, I had recovered from the relationship, but I hadn’t yet allowed myself to consider a future relationship with another person. I said what I thought I needed to say to avoid our relationship turning into the one I had with Amelia. But ever since you told me how you felt about me, it made me realise nothing about us has ever been platonic to me. I have never thought of you that way, and even when I tried to, I didn’t know how to look at you in any other way than lovingly. I feel so much for you. I could see myself loving you so easily. I’m just really afraid. I don’t know if I’m ready to navigate that all over again.”

It took me a while to respond, taking in everything he said in a state of such vulnerability. I noticed a stray tear on my skirt; it was his. I immediately reached out to hold his hands in comfort. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off yet again.

“I will never allow anyone to say a word against you ever again, love.” He added

“I care a lot about you, Fred. I reacted the way I did, with such force and conviction, because it’s unfamiliar to me too, feeling so deeply for someone. Whatever you want to come from this, we can do. I want to learn to keep my independence through my feelings for you. I don’t think declaring something more than friendship will change things between us overnight, and I think all we need to do is keep being us.” 

“Okay”, he responded timidly but surely.

He could’ve just stopped there, but I’d come to learn that’s never something to expect from him.

“I absolutely did jack off to you last night, though.”

I kicked him in the shin as we walked back to the castle, hand in hand. 

End

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Endurance

Pairing: Yuji Itadori/fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni!!] pussy drunk!yuji. cockwarming. super fluffy. [he's aged up, ofc.]

Word count: 1.8k

YUJI’S groan is one of pleasure.

You’re giving it your best effort to stifle the tiny giggle that’s bubbling up your throat as you watch your lovely boyfriend tip his head back further into the fluffy pillow that’s long since turned flat underneath the head of salmon-pink hair.

His eyes flutter shut as he does it; long, thick eyelashes fluttering against cheeks that are tinted with a colour that reminds you of fresh strawberries, at best. You watch as the irises of summer honey hide from view when you lean in to place a kiss upon the tip of his nose. Its bridge crinkles slightly when he smiles. You can't believe how adorable he's acting and looking; with his skin glowing from sweat and his hair damp and tossled.

The satisfaction your movement brings makes dopamine course Yuji’s veins in steady waves of heat as his cock buries itself even deeper inside your doting warmth. Every muscle within his lean body loosens up and turns slack underneath your weight until he can’t even keep his jaw from hanging slightly open. He’s in heaven. Absolute nirvana.

“You doin’ okay, baby,” you ask sweetly, the girlish giggle that’s still forcing its way out of your mouth making your voice waver slightly, “‘cause you seem to be a bit out of it.”

You can feel his heartbeat jump in rhythm as you run your hands along his broad, naked chest - nails scraping along the faint, albeit firm lines that are his abs. When you trace his waistline with a single fingertip, his stomach quivers and recoils underneath the touch from how ticklish he is.

But what he also is: is marvelous to look at. And even better to touch. Gosh, you’re so lucky that he’s all yours to marvel at. If you could, you’d carry him inside your pocket at all times - in the breast pocket of your favourite jacket, specifically. So that he’d be able to remain right next to your heart forever and always.

“Mhmmm,” he hums in answer quietly, the depth of his voice definition of pure, awestruck daze. He breaks your daydream and brings you ever so gently back to earth when he says, “‘s just that it feels so… Ah, so good.”

“What feels good, Yuji?”

The beam you offer him when his hands wrap around your hips lazily is angelic. His fingers dig deep into the plush flesh; thumbs stroking the very top of your thighs in slow, tender strokes. The affection is executed like he plans of never letting go. Perhaps he won't, if he ever decides on what the perfect place to rest his palms upon is. 

Good. Nobody said that you wanted him to let go of you, anyways.

“You,” he replies tiredly now, forcing his eyes open just enough that you can see how dark and hazy the colour inside has turned. Staring at it while the orange rays of the late afternoon sun hits it just right, you realize that the shade reminds you of liquid gold. But in reality: it's even richer than that.

“Me?” Your smile turns into something just slightly more sinister and greedy at the praise; like a smirk of a proud feline after it’s done something naughty, like pushed a potted plant down the windowsill. You slowly roll your hips against his own in a single circular motion that makes his toes curl against the mattress as you ask, “I feel good, baby?”

“Yes…! Oh, fuck, yeah.” The breath he sucks in through gritted teeth is sharp when you repeat your sinful actions, “You feel so good, baby. Your pussy is so cute and it feels so fuckin’ good wrapped around my dick like tha-that, god. I missed it s’much… Missed you.”

You can’t help but quirk a brow down at your other half in pure amusement, now. Yuji hasn’t gotten the chance to slam you for only three days while you’ve been away on a short trip to visit your relatives, and already he’s this dazed? This pussy drunk? Come to think of it, he indeed does look like his brain might be getting a little fuzzy and uncapable of proper thought.

Goodness, this man truly does love you to the moon and back. There’s no doubt about it, judging how he responds to you and only you.

“I missed you, too,” you reply quietly, placing a lovely kiss upon his panting mouth. The adorable smacking noise it produces makes you both laugh quietly, despite that the way your insides clench with the laugh makes him want to cum right then and there.

It’s the reason why his grip around your hips tightens and turns into something more tenacious and demanding. He can see your slick leaking as you begin to bounce on top of him, now; as well as the way it makes his cock glisten with the same milky arousal like he's been watching in porn for the last three - absolutely horrid - days he's spent without you.

He can't stop staring, already blown-wide pupils dilating to fixate on the lewd glimmer more properly. Every time you lift your hips, he watches it gather in a decent ring at the base. Oh, damn. It’s too much. It’s too hot.

He’s going to bust a circuit if he doesn’t do something stat. The overstimulation is wonderful, but it also means that he won’t be able to enjoy it for long.

So, just as you slam back down in that same leisurely languid movement, he pushes you even lower. Until your pussy is kissing his abdomen and he’s penetrating a soft, gushy spot within you that makes you squirm on top of him and your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

He forces you to stay put this time around. Watches you through hooded eyes that look so heavy with lust and something so dangerously carnal, that you’re wondering how he can possibly keep them open still.

You can feel his dick throbbing inside you. How big and hot and goddamn girthy it is. He’s so hard that it hurts. That even though you’re drenched like a slut in the peak of her heat, the stretch still burns hot. It’s delicious and it makes your eyes want to roll into the back of your head as your insides begin to blaze from being stuffed this full; especially when his fingers stroke the lump that’s bulging against your lower tummy.

He's overtaken your capacity completely and you're turning slightly dumb because of it.

A small moan leaves your lips as Yuji keeps prodding his fingers into your stomach - keeps trying to feel the ridge of his dick that's pushing underneath your soft skin. And he looks so fucking proud whilst doing it, too. Men.

“Baby,” you question, voice breathless and cracking with need, “somethin’ the matter?”

You need him to move. Need him to do something before it starts to hurt for real.

“No, no, no,” he whines quietly, shaking his head against the pillow almost frantically as you try to squirm in his tight hold, “nothin’ the matter, cutie. Jus’ don’t wanna cum too soon.”

A pout forms on your lips at his answer. You’ve been dating for nearly six months, and he’s still insecure about that? Nonsense. “Nothing is wrong if you cum a bit early, Yuji. It-... It feels good when you do, and we can always go for round two. You know that.”

He smiles a faint beam of appreciation of how quick and eager you are to soothe his worries, despite that they aren’t there. “Yeah, I know all of that. I just don’t wanna yet.”

A few moments pass before you get what he means. “You don’t wanna pull out yet?”

“Yeah.” He blushes so hard that even the tips of his ears are searing red. He’s losing brain cells with every second you spend sitting on his dick, but he doesn’t care. It’s just so fucking good that he might as well become a brain-dead man. “So, can we, mm… Can we stay like this for a little while? Pretty please.”

He’s asking you so nicely; so sweetly. How can you possibly say no to a kind, handsome face like that? A face that looks at you with such raw, potent love in its eyes and presents you with the brightest, most heart-warming smile you’ve ever seen?

“I didn’t know that you had a thing for cockwarming,” you murmur softly, nuzzling the tip of your nose into the crook of his neck. You can hear him chuckle quietly as you inhale his fresh scent that you’ve missed so much in the course of the three days you’ve been gone. He smells like summer, but looks like spring.

“Shush,” he says as his rough fingertips stroke your spine in loving swoops and caresses. He can feel how you tremble on top of him with every breath you both share inside the dimly-lit bedroom; how your pussy pulsates and tightens around him needily as he keeps stretching your tender walls apart, apart, apart - trying to make room for that beast he owns between his legs. “And stop trying to pretend like you don’t like it, baby. I can feel you clenching around me.”

It’s true. You’re ready to burst at the sweet torture he’s making you go through. Ready to begin rutting against him like a needy, little kitty to chase that tasty friction that’s needed to make you tip over the edge. But as soon as his thick fingers run through your hair and tug at the roots adoringly, it’s game over.

“Yuji,” you cry out, warm, sticky slick trickling right down to his balls when he angles himself better and forces his way even deeper inside of you. Tears are brimming your waterline at the way he's poking at your cervix, now. He’s going to tear you apart by not even moving at all. He’s going to turn your insides to mush, damn him.

Your boyfriend makes you look at him before he kisses you; his mouth hot as it latches upon your own in a gentle flicker of tongue and needy clashing of teeth. The way your saliva exchanges, how he explores and glides over every flat surface of your front teeth and the arch of your mouth is mesmerizing. It feels like pure appreciation and gratitude for what he’s making you bear through.

It’s almost like you’re being worshipped, in a way. Being told the most lewd 'thank you'.

“I love you,” Yuji mumbles in-between one especially heated kiss as his teeth nip on your swollen bottom lip that’s raw from all the affection it’s received, “so please be a good girl for me and take it, yeah? Just a lil’ bit longer, baby. I know you can.”

And just the way he says it so firmly; like he truly is ready to go all-in and bet all of his money on you, is enough to make you settle for nothing else but steely endurance.

The Shower of yearning (1/2)

Harry Potter x female reader

Summary: Harry Potter likes y/n, although he won't admit it. y/n likes Harry Potter, although she won't admit it. Hogwarts Castle is sick and tired of it - and decides the two need some help, forcing them to shower together again and again.

warnings:Hand Jobs,Shower Sex and Accidental Voyeurism

The first time it happened, it was mortifying.

Harry was standing in the shower, under the hot spray. y/n had been right - it was a privilege to be able to use the Prefects Bathroom as Gryffindor’s new Qudditch captain. And while he didn’t have time to have a bath every night he now favored nightly showers in the grand shower room for the boys. It was much better than sharing a bathroom with Seamus. He was coming to the end of his wash - soaping up his armpits, when all of a sudden there was a loud pop.

Standing in front of him was y/n. More important, standing in front of him was a very wet, very naked, and very soapy, y/n Since she had been in the middle of washing her hair - her eyes were closed and she did not immediately recognize their predicament. Instead Harry was treated to five glorious seconds of his friend’s nude body. His eyes devoured her. Running from her feet, up her legs toned by years of climbing staircases, to the tidy patch of hair that covered her sex, and then he looked up to her breasts. Her naked breasts. He watched a soap suds trickle down the curve of one, ending perched on a nipple.

y/n eyes opened and they stared at each other in mounting horror.

“Harry!?”

“y/n?”

Before Harry could even think to do anything chivalrous - or even cover up his rapidly hardening cock - y/n had squeaked like a mouse, threw one hand over her breasts and another in front of her sex, and ran from the shower. So stunned by it all, Harry didn't even think to turn and look at her ass as it scurried away.

He regretted it for the rest of the night.

—-------------------------------------------------------------

The second time it happened, it was awkward.

Harry and y/n - both pink in the face throughout all of the next breakfast - had snuck away from Ron and Hermione to have a quiet conversation before class. They worked out that they had both been using the showers at the same time, y/n in the girls’ and Harry in the boys’, and they decided it must have just been some strange jinx. Another mystery of Hogwarts. They promised that it wouldn’t ruin their friendship or make things uncomfortable.

And for four nights they were right. Harry showered in peace and solitude - and while a part of him wished he could see y/n naked again he was glad not to endure that embarrassment again. Anyway, his dreams took care of his desires. He had woken up most nights now with a raging erection and a faint memory of a nude y/n. He tried to ignore it. She was his friend. Nothing more.

Still, his heart thundered in excitement when he heard that loud pop again. He knew what happened last time he heard that sound - and sure enough y/n was suddenly in the shower with him again. Except this time, she wasn’t washing her hair. She was washing her legs - bent at the waist as she soaped up her calves. Standing behind her, Harry was presented with the greatest view of his life. His eyes followed up her legs, over her thighs, to her plump, round bottom presented to him like a five course meal. He devoured the view - each soapy, wet asscheek there to be squeezed and kneaded.

“Oh Merlin” he babbled.

y/n stopped washing her legs. She went very still and then realizing her position she quickly stood up. She did not turn around however - instead standing facing the wall, letting Harry bathe in the view of her delectable rump. “Harry?” she whispered with uncertainty.

“Yeah. It's me” Harry said. He begged every power in the universe that y/n didn’t turn around. Partly because he wanted to continue to stare at her ass. Partly because his cock was so hard now it could cut stone.

They stood together in silence for a while - only the sound of the shower covering their breathing. Harry’s cock twitched as he watched a droplet of water run down the curve of her back and dipped between her cheeks, vanishing out of sight. Then y/n finally said, “could you leave this time? I still haven’t finished washing. If that’s ok?”

Harry gulped. “Sure” he said, backing out of the shower, not letting his eyes leave her ass until they had to.

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The third time it happened, it was explosive.

Harry and y/n had again managed to find an excuse to leave Ron and  Hermione at breakfast the following day and had a hurried conversation in an abandoned classroom. They worked out that it only seemed to happen when they were showering at the same time - and so the obvious answer to their problem was to make sure their schedules never aligned. Harry felt a stab of disappointment as they agreed, but he supposed it was for the best.

For a week then - Harry enjoyed his showers in peace and quiet. Enjoy being the right word because whenever Harry was alone under the water, his hand always dropped to his cock, stroking himself, jerking his shaft until he spilled his cum against the wall. He only ever thought about one thing. Her breast,.Her bottom. Her legs. Her back. Her wet hair and face. The visions came to him as he pumped himself, always concluding with a grunt of relief.

On Monday night then he had quickly washed - ready to engage in his new past-time - when the loud pop filled the shower again. He stumbled back, caught by surprise. There was y/n in front of him again. She was naked again. Her body glistened with the water again. Her face was already pink and her breasts were already heaving as she breathed heavily - as if she was trying to control herself after a long run. “Oh sorry!” she squeaked. “I thought you were finished!”

Harry had no reply at first. He found it hard to think of anything but the word “tits” that was currently doing laps around his brain. He wanted to squeeze them. He wanted to kiss them. It was only when he realized with mounting horror that he was now hard - fully erect, aching for relief - in front of one of his best friend did he finally return to earth. “Ok” he said. Trying to remember how English worked. “I wasn’t done.”

“What did you have left to do?”

It wasn’t the question Harry expected y/n to ask. Did she think that they should simply both finish their showers and pretend this was normal? More to the point, it wasn’t a question Harry wanted to answer - since there was no polite way to say “all I have left to do is jerk myself off to the memory of your naked ass.” Still he found himself looking down at his cock - still hard, still pointing directly at y/n. She followed his gaze and let out a little squeak. “Oh. Ok. Here, I have some soap.”

It was at this point Harry was certain this was a dream. It had to be a dream. It couldn’t not be a dream. Because y/n had just reached forward with a soapy hand and wrapped her fingers around his penis. He grunted. It didn’t make any sense. He had touched his own cock a million times before and somehow it never came anywhere near as good as y/n soft, dainty fingers pressed against his flesh. For a moment she simply held him, cock in hand, her eyes looking up at him. And then she started to move. As if this was normal. As if it was perfectly innocent for her to wash his shaft clean. Her arm gently pumped - her breasts bouncing with the movement - as she started to stroke his cock, lathering him up. Harry lasted for all of about ten delirious, delicious and delectable strokes until with a shuddering groan, he came. His seed splattered against her naked thigh.

“Finished?” Asked y/n breathlessly.

Harry nodded and took that as his sign to leave.

“[…] With the same facial expression and the same gesture, but in a more refined, imposing wavelength, I send you my old letters. I wish you take and hold them dearly. Wishing these songs represent not some reckless bravado but the courage you gave me.” Namjoon’s letter for Indigo release. 

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