igotthemoveslikefredweasley:

He stumbled backwards, without breaking the kiss as he licked over her teeth and rubbed his tongue against hers, and swung them around to go down on the bed. She landed first, but his weight never crushed her - he managed to catch himself on his good arm, his other wrapped tightly around her lithe waist. His hips ground down to pin hers, and he came up for air with an effort.

‘All that time? All day? Do you know the things I could do to you with that time?’ His voice turned to a husky growl, and he grinned something devious. His hands moved to slide her shirt up, coming back down to skim chemical-roughened finger tips up her belly, feeling the twitch of muscle here and there reacting.

Hermione laid back on to the pillows, hardly able to speak, her breath already quickening at his touch. “I could think of a couple, yeah.” She managed to say before he pulled her dress over her head. She just always had to have the last word.

She leaned into him again, pressing her lips against his again. She slipped her hands under his shirt, running her nails softly up his skin, touching his scars lightly, so as not to hurt him. She rolled her hips up, grinding into him, smiling into their kiss once more.

hahahahaha the last anon omg so funny XD
Anonymous

Very!

More funny anons would be appreciated.

Don’t be shy!!

Posted 3 years ago
i'm totally lying please have sex now
Anonymous

We’re not your whores.

(OOC: JK we totally are.)

Posted 3 years ago
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i need you and fred to stop being so sexual right now. i'm with my family. stop it.
Anonymous

Well, get away from your family then.

Posted 3 years ago
Tags: Fremione, asks, anon, .

igotthemoveslikefredweasley:

‘Well,’ he said slowly, wrapping his arms around her and resting his large hands splayed on her back, ‘we’re not entirely alone. The dog’s watching us.’ He inclined his head with an amused smile towards the door where, indeed, the dog they’d taken in was spying on them. What had once been a mangy mutt that used to beg at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes in the morning for scraps was not quite a handsome bastard, but lord knew he was a pest when it came to “adult time”, as they so called it in front of him. The dog’s ears perked as the attention was on him.

‘Wouldn’t want to scar our kid now, would we?’ He smirked, and looked at the dog again. Pip’s eyes shifted between them. Fred wondered, yet again, if the dog was magical and not some ordinary dog. He cocked a slow brow, and his hands slid down over the rump of Hermione’s arse to cup the round globes. Pip almost seemed to frown. Fred squeezed. Pip growled. Oh, come off it, he thought and with a big wide grin, looked back to Hermione.

‘Ah, fuck him.’ He lunged a leg out to kick the door closed, and he heard an indignant grunt of doggy dishevelment. With his hands placed as they were, he firmed his grip and pulled her taut against him, his groin pressed against her belly as she came off her feet. ‘It’s not like we’re in a rush or anything.’

And with that, he kissed her deeply off the bat, smiling as he did so. It made for an amusing kiss.

Honestly, Hermione wasn’t a huge fan of Pip. She was more of more of a cat person, you know?  When Fred brought the scraggly thing home from work one night, she was against it completely. Their apartment was small, Fred preferred the term ‘modest’. And with her books everywhere and his tests for new candies and tricks everywhere, it wasn’t really the safest place for a dog in the first place, but when the two of them looked at her with nearly-heartbroken eyes, she had to let the dog stay or Fred would have never forgiven her. The mutt grew on her eventually, always being up at dawn to sit by her as she drank her morning coffee and making a good reading buddy, cuddling up in her lap while Fred was at the shop in the afternoons.

She rolled her eyes at the mention of Pip being their child, something he had taken up recently. “For someone that doesn’t want to scar the kid, you’re moving your hands pretty quickly..” She said quietly as he pulled her in and grabbed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tickling his chest with her fingertips on the way up.

She giggled as he pressed up against her. “Nope. We have all day. Just us.” She excitedly welcomed his kiss. It was a little harder than she expected but she kissed him back just as passionately, her fingers sliding up and getting tangled in his hair.

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Other than Viktor Krum, have you dated any other men before Fred?
Anonymous

Well, I actually I did try dating Ronald for a bit. Just to know what it was like because a lot of people wanted us to be together.

It’s hard being with your best friend, someone you’ve known your whole life. It was honestly like dating my brother.

Posted 3 years ago

igotthemoveslikefredweasley:

‘Hello,’ he crooned as she began to change, and licked his lips. A new temptation had come into play, and he was more than willing to indulge in that in favor of a trip out Apparating. He glanced towards the bed and mulled it over. A romp, or a nice day out. Romp. Nice day out. Romp. Nice day out. He’d like a romp, most assuredly. She, probably, would prefer the day out. He let out a slow breath, bucked his brows up in self-control, and rolled his good shoulder forward.

‘I was thinking somewhere warm. Sunny, maybe. And where we’d be totally… alone.’ He drew the word out, grinning foxishly. ‘What say you?’

She nodded at the idea of walking down a beach with him, hand in hand. She also looked at that grin on his face and knew exactly what that meant. He didn’t want to apparate anywhere now. Admittedly, she didn’t want to right now either. She appreciated trying to calm himself down but it was the opposite of what she wanted. They can go on a day trip later.

She walked back up to him at the door. “Well, we’re alone right now.. Do you not have any plans for that?” That same devilish grin he had making it’s way across her lips.

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Posted 3 years ago

igotthemoveslikefredweasley:

Fred chuckled into her mouth, sucking her lower lip gently before pulling away. 

‘I would never try and get out of breakfast. And tell you what - I’ll even buy a new spatula. Fancy that, hmm?’ He bonked their noses together playfully, before tipping his up against Hermione’s for a funny little rub. He waved his hips back and forth, bent over near her like that, before standing. He stretched, one arm up and the other down and let his jaw burst out a rather loud yawn.

‘First things first; clothes. I’d be more than happy to go out naked,’ he said as he turned on his heel to walk towards the bedroom, hooking his fingers in yesterday’s boxers to start pushing them down his hips, ‘but society says no to that. Society. Psh. Always knows how to ruin my fun. In fact - I think they limit us. They’re trying to take away my pride! So what if I want to gallop around with my junk out? They should embrace that! NO! They should encourage it! Naked and proud!’

He wasn’t so much talking for himself as he was for Hermione. For that amused laugh she does. For that bright, wide smile she has. For the mirth in her eyes to come alive and dance again, momentarily stunted by the morning disaster. He pulled on a new pair of boxers, form fitting, and laid back on the bed to shimmy his muggle jeans up his legs, lifting his hips to get them fitted.

‘I got an idea,’ he announced, grabbing a simple fitted T as he moved toward the door-way again. ‘Why don’t we just go Apparating where-ever? Just pick a place and Apparate there for the day.’

It was a wry suggestion on his part. He had survived the war, barely by a thread, only because Percy had managed to get the rocks off him and some quick spell work to keep his heart beating and organs working, all protected by a seal of magic. It was complex and something Fred had never thought Percy would know. There was a lot more credit he had to give to his older brother.

His shoulder, because the wall had shattered due to magic, had suffered some sort of spell damage. It was the most direct spot that had taken the weight of the crumbling wall. His ribs had taken second most heat, and his hip the third. They had healed fine, but his shoulder was doomed to bother him for the rest of his breathing life. It had taken him years to switch to his other hand when doing wand work. But alas, Apparating and Floo-Powder made his arm burn with pain. 

But it was worth it for the places he had in mind for Hermione.

Hermione smiled into their kiss, their closeness. She never would have thought in a million years she’d be this happy with someone. She always thought to herself that she’d be stuck alone with some cats and far too many books. Harry and Ron would visit her but she’d be an really end up an old maid. Fred changed that for her. Fred changed a lot of things for her.

She really couldn’t take her eyes off him now, vaguely listening to him talking about getting a new spatula, how he wanted to be naked, something about society. She looked over the couch at him changing in their doorway and laughed a bit. “Nice bum.” She called, getting up to go to go into the kitchen to throw out their ruined meal. She threw it from the pan to the trash can.

As she listened to his offer to apparate away for a day. Her first thought was absolutely not.. Then she thought a bit longer. A little get-away would be nice.. And he sounded set on it. Like he had a plan.. Oh, no. Fred and his plans.. Some were pretty good. Like for her last birthday, he decided to throw a big surprise party, packed practically anyone that knew Hermione into the apartment and had a huge cake and everything. It was perfect. Some… Not so great. And usually ended with a fire..

After she was done cleaning and thinking, she walked into the bedroom, where Fred stood, now dressed, in the doorway, slight traces of that puppy dog look still on his face. She purposefully squeezed by him, letting her body press against his, even gave him a little wink. She went to their closet, looking for something to wear. “Well, it all depends what you have planned for me..” She decided on a simple, purple sundress. She pulled it out and set it on the bed. “I mean, I know you. And I know when you’re up to something and I get the feeling you are, mister.” She pulled his quidditch jersey over her head, revealing she had on only and no bra. She walked over to the dresser, maybe too slowly, to grab one. She put it on, maybe too slowly again, and put her dress on over everything. “Where did you have in mind?” She said with a little smile across her face.

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