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stay quiet

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: The reader wants to help George with his work, but he has different plans.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+; penetration, unprotected sex, semi-public, (gagging), Dom!George

A/N: I will proof read later

"How's it going?" Y/N peeked her head through the door of George's office.

"I don't want to do this anymore," he whined and slouched back in his chair.

In front of George towered a pile of paperwork. After working on licenses and permits all day long, his mind could barely focus. Y/N stepped into his office, closing the door behind her.

"What are you working on right now?" she made her way to his chair to look over his shoulder.

"I'm not working on anything," he chuckled, "I don't understand a single word. I'm just staring at the paper and hoping it vanishes."

"That's rather unlikely," she ran her hand through his ginger hair, "Do you want me to read it?"

"Definitely," George rolled back his chair so that Y/N could sit on his lap.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she started to read the document. His arms wrapped her waist and held her tight. Starting behind her ear, George left a trail of soft kisses down her neck.

His kisses left her skin burning, making it hard to concentrate. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, but her mind still wandered to different places.

"This is kinda distracting, you know," Y/N turned her head.

He did not say anything while his lips tugged into a wide grin. She returned to reading, whereas George moved his hands from her front onto her thighs. Slowly he drew squiggly lines up and down her legs. Slipping his hands between her thighs, he opened up her legs.

A breath hitched in her throat when she felt his hot fingertips running along the inside of her thighs. At this point, she was no longer reading. Her eyes focused on the paper, but her mind was with George.

Teasingly his fingers moved closer to her core, where she started to grow wet. With torturously slow motions, he traced patterns. His touch was lighter than a breeze, yet, it caused goosebumps all over her body. She longed for more. Looking over her shoulder, she locked eyes with him.

"How's it going, darling?" his voice was drenched in cheekiness.

She crashed her lips into his. Their kiss was hungry and full of lust. Pulling away to catch her breath, Y/N turned to swing one leg over his lap so that she straddled him.

Reaching forward, George grabbed his wand off the desk. He quickly closed the blinds and locked the door.

"You'll have to stay quiet, my dear," he whispered.

Nibbling on her earlobe, he sent shivers down Y/N's spine. His hands held onto her hips while she ground down on him. A noticeable bulge had formed in his pants, pressing up against her core.

The friction on her clit combined with George's hot breath on her neck made her legs tremble. Cautious of the setting, she bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from moaning.

"Get up," George landed a slap on her ass.

Following his instructions, Y/N slipped off his lap. With wobbling knees, she stood between his legs, her thighs pressed against the desk behind her.

"Take them off," he hastily motioned to her pants.

She followed his instructions, quickly pulling down her pants. Reaching around her, George shoved the papers to the side. After he got up from the chair, he gripped her ass, lifting her onto the table.

He spread her legs to stand between them. One hand unbuckled his pants, the other pulled down her underwear and threw it on the desk.

His hungry eyes scanned Y/N's body as pumped himself a few times. Motioning to her to stay quiet, he aligned himself with her entrance. Slowly he pushed into her.

It felt so good to be stretched out by his dick. George put his forehead up to hers. Both enjoyed the feeling for a few seconds before he began to pull out again. His thrusts started slow. Then he steadily picked up the pace. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

With every thrust he hit her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. George wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing even deeper. Neither made any noise; kissing instead.

His lips attached to her neck. A trail of wet kisses led him to her ear. Y/N could hear his soft pants. The tightening knot in her stomach made her want to moan his name. It took all her self-control to stay silent.

George slipped one hand between their bodies, circling her clit. A moan escaped her throat, which made him stop.

"I told you to be quiet," he looked into her eyes, "I can't risk us getting caught."

He leaned forward and picked up her underwear.

"Open your mouth, love," he bunched up her panties in his fist.

Hesitantly Y/N opened her mouth; George pushed the lacy material into her mouth. He kept on hand over her mouth when he began to thrust into her again.

"Fuck," he breathed.

Muffled by the fabric in her mouth, Y/N let out quiet moans. She could feel her orgasm coming nearer. George let his head fall into the crook of her neck. His breath tingled on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"I know you're close," he breathed into her ear.

He removed his hand from her mouth and went back to circling her clit. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by all sensations. Y/N fingers clawed into his shoulders as she felt the waves of her orgasm wash over her. Her contractions made him groan in pleasure. Seeing her exhaustion and lust, sent him over the edge as well.

With slow thrusts, he carried both through their high. When her eyes opened again, George placed a kiss on her temple. Carefully he pulled the fabric out of her mouth.

"I think I will keep these in my office," he grinned, "just in case, you know?"

Taglist: @pandaxnienke

#george weasley smut #george weasley imagine #smut #george weasley fic #harry potter fic #oneshot #Weasley twins #George Weasley

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bewitched [SERIES PART THREE]

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: George and the reader are working on the school projcet. They are getting to know each other.

Word Count: 890

Warnings: none

A/N: I like how things are going. Enjoy:)

"Why are you always so early?" George came up the stairs.

Y/N got up from the ground and chuckled. The honest answer was that she looked forward to their meet-ups. Due to joyful anticipation, she always showed up early. However, admitting the truth was not her intention.

George made his way over to where Y/N now stood. The stars sparkled brightly in the cloudless sky. Chirping crickets and hooting owls filled the air with summery sounds.

"We caught the perfect day for stargazing," she pointed to the sky.

"Yes, totally," he agreed.

Leaning on the handrails, they gazed into the distance. Everything seemed so peaceful. It was like the entire castle slept. Neither of them wanted to break the silence, so they stood there quietly.

"I love this place," George whispered.

"Me too," Y/N turned her face to look at him.

The starry sky reflected in his eyes. She did not want to look away; instead, taking the time to admire every feature. His ginger hair was a dark brown in the light of the stars. The bridge of his nose had a small bump. It looked like his face had been delicately crafted. Cheekbones, jawline, eyebrow arch- everything looked so perfectly fitting.

"Who's staring now?" George grinned at her.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Y/N laughed.

Her cheeks started to heat up, turning her face back to see the panorama.

"I didn't mind," he nudged her with his elbow.

"I finished the dream interpretation essay," Y/N changed the subject.

"What did you write about?"

"Oh, I just analyzed one of my own dreams. I think it turned out fine. You can read it if you want," she walked over to her bag and pulled out a roll of parchment, "It's way too dark to read here. You can just take it with you and read it later."

"Thank you," George slipped the roll into his pocket.

Both returned to leaning against the handrail and saying nothing. Slowly the heat of the day went away, and the coolness of the night set in. A refreshing breeze blew over the scenery.

"I don't feel like doing divination," he broke the silence.

"Me neither," Y/N whispered.

George's eyes darted from the landscape to her face. For a few seconds, he admired her face in the starlight. He desperately wanted to say something, but nothing came out. The lump in his throat stopped him.

"It's getting pretty cold, isn't it?" she rubbed her arms.

"Wait," George quickly pulled his jumper over his head, "this should help."

She hesitantly reached out her hand, looking at the jumper that he held out.

"Except if- I mean, you can also go inside if you want to," George's hand rubbed his neck.

"No, absolutely not. I want to stay here," she eagerly assured him, "but if I take it, then you will get cold."

"Don't worry about it," he put it in her hands.

Y/N pulled the sweater over her head. The smell of washing detergent engulfed her. Warmed up by George, it was warm and cozy inside the sweater. Its fabric was soft and heavy.

"This is the best jumper ever," Y/N chuckled.

Seeing her in his jumper, made his heart flutter. Somehow he so badly wanted her to like him. They started talking less than a week ago, yet, her presence bewitched him.

"Say, when you are getting cold. I don't want you to get sick," she brushed over his bare arm.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you," George nodded.

In reality, he loved that she worried. Additionally, he had no intention of telling her when he got cold. Freezing was not that bad when Y/N was there.

"That over there," she pointed into the sky, "is Cygnus."

George followed her finger, trying to spot the constellation.

"I'll help you," Y/N stepped behind him.

She extended her arm, pointing at the stars. Ducking down, he positioned his head next to her arm. This time he spotted Cygnus.

"The bright star here is Deneb," she moved her finger, "and this star is Albireo."

"How do you know that?" George turned around to face her.

She shrugged, "I like stars."

"Tell me everything you know."

Y/N talked about stars and George was glued to her lips. He was determined to memorize every word, every star. She knew a lot, so there was a lot to memorize.

After she had explained every constellation she knew, she turned to George. His smile gave her butterflies.

"Man, I really got the best partner for this project," he chuckled.

She laughed and lightly punched his arm.

"Merlin, your skin is cold as ice," her eyes widend, "We should go inside."

"I don't mind."

"Oh, no. This isn't a discussion," she wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pulled him away from the railing.

Y/N pulled George down the stairs. With a tight grip, she dragged him back to the dorms. She could have let go of his wrist a lot sooner, but she didn't want to.

"You should take a hot shower and go to bed right away. I told you, I don't want you to get sick," she lectured George.

"We didn't finish the project. Same time, same spot tomorrow?" George grinned.

"Only if you aren't sick."

"I won't be sick. I promise."

Taglist: @pandaxnienke

#George weasley #George Weasley imagine #harry potter fic

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talk to me [SERIES PART TWO]

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and George are partners on a project. They are getting to know each other for the first time.

Word Count: 960

Warnings: nightmares, mental health problems, sleep problems

A/N: I didn't plan on taking this turn, but it felt natural. I'm pretty happy with the course of this storyline so far.

[NOT MY GIF]

The library was quiet. In front of Y/N towered a stack of books. A few pieces of parchment were scattered around her. With one hand she leafed through a book about dream interpretation.

"How's your day going?" George sat down next to her.

"It's going alright," she smiled, "How is yours?"

"Fantastic! I wrote the essay. Do you want to read it?" he pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket.

"Yes, sure," she took the parchment.

"I didn't know my palm is that informative," George grinned.

Y/N read through the essay. George had a messy handwriting, but it was apparent that he made an effort to write orderly.

"It's a good essay," she handed the parchment back.

"Thank you! I'm intelligent and hard-working, just as my palm told you," he pointed to the inside of his hand and laughed.

"You don't have to believe in it," Y/N smiled, "I think there is some truth to it."

"Really? Am I all those things?"

"You tell me. Don't you think there is some truth to the things you wrote in your essay?" she tilted her head.

George leaned back in his chair. Ruffling through his hair, he stared out the window.

"Uhm- I guess I saw myself in some aspects but maybe I just wanted to see myself in there. The things you wrote were all- You only wrote nice things," he looked over to her, "I'm hoping that I'm a good person with a bright future, however, I don't know if it's true."

"I noted down the things I saw. I didn't make anything up," her tone was defensive.

"I'm not saying you made anything up. I'm sure you know what you are doing. I just- I don't know. Maybe my hands lied."

Her laugh made him smile as well.

"Hands don't lie," she assured him, "You should let your friends read the essay. I bet they can confirm my findings."

Her response made him smile,"I actually had a dream."

"Oh, that's perfect. Tell me about it."

George put his hands behind his head, "I had this amazing dream about Gryffindor winning the house cup."

"Can you go into more detail? What else happened? Who was there?" Y/N dug deeper.

"Oh, nothing much happened besides that. It was a phenomenal win against Ravenclaw," he let his hands fall to his sides.

Y/N scanned his face. The smile was gone, and his dream sounded made up. Something weird was going on.

"You can be honest, George," she assured him, "That doesn't sound like a real dream."

"Alright, I didn't dream of anything," he admitted with a sigh.

"Why didn't you just say that? It's no problem. We'll wait until you have a dream," Y/N smiled.

"Well, I don't dream."

She was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"I stopped dreaming a few years ago. I mean- I still dream sometimes, but it's rare and-" George stopped midsentence.

"And?"

"And when I dream, I wish I didn't," he finished his sentence.

"Oh, okay," she didn't know what to say.

George shuffled in his seat, avoiding eye contact. Silence settled between them. Scared to make him uncomfortable, she did not ask any further questions. They did not know each other well enough.

She cleared her throat, "I can make something up it's no problem."

Grabbing a quill, Y/N scanned the book pages in front of her. Then she noted down a few words.

"Have you told anyone about your nightmares?" she asked carefully.

"No, not really. They're not nightmares. They're just uncomfortable dreams. I always wake up drenched in sweat and I never remember what happened in the dream."

She nodded, "Maybe someone should look into that."

"Hm- I don't know," George looked out of the window.

"George, maybe the dreams don't mean anything. You don't have to believe in dream interpretation, but sleep problems are alarming. Sleep problems are health problems," Y/N's tone was serious, trying to get through to him.

"My health line is very pronounced. That's the sign of a long healthy life," he chuckled and pointed to his essay.

She smiled weakly.

"You can talk to me," she offered.

"That's very nice of you," George turned to look at her, "I think it comes from- From overthinking."

Y/N closed the book in front of her.

"Do you want to eat dinner together? I will write the essay tomorrow," she asked George while cleaning up her desk.

"Sure, why not."

"Where does my palm say that I am a deliberate and empathetic person?" George asked while setting down his cup.

Y/N put down her fork and chuckled, "Show me your palm."

He put his open hand on the table. With her index finger she traced over the headline, "Look, this crease here is long. It almost reaches your pinky."

George stared down at his hand in fascination.

"And this crease here-," she continued, "It's pretty special. The headline separating into two means that you consider many perspectives before coming to a conclusion."

"That's pretty cool," he looked up at her with a wide smile.

They continued eating dinner, while Y/N explained the other aspects of their essay. George listened carefully.

"Now all is left is astrology. When do you have time to finish the assignment?" Y/N got up from the bench.

"Friday should be fine. Let's meet Friday in the astronomy tower," George also got up.

Together they made their way back to the dorms.

"Why the astronomy tower? We can just do it in the library."

"I like the astronomy tower," he answered, "And I think it's fitting to look at the stars we have to read meaning into."

"Alright, then let's meet in the astronomy tower next time."

#george weasley x y/n #george weasley imagine #george weasley fic #george weasley #george weasley x reader

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MASTERLIST

🧡Smut 🌼Fluff ⚡Angst

George Weasley

easy to motivate 🧡

the show🧡

hot summer nights🧡

good girl 🧡

stay quiet 🧡

don't rush me🧡🌼

slow burn series🧡🌼⚡

i'm not staring

talk to me

bewitched

refresh my memory 🧡⚡

stop fucking talking🧡⚡

until you change ⚡

#masterlist #smut #george weasley smut #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #harry potter fics

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i'm not staring [SERIES PART ONE]

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and George are partners on a project. They are getting to know each other for the first time.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

A/N: I don't know enough about divination, so I'm making up a bunch of stuff for this fic. Coming up with my own ideas is what I enjoy most about writing. I hope you enjoy it:)

[NOT MY GIF]

Bouncing her leg, Y/N looked around the library. She was waiting for George Weasley to show up. They were partners on the end-of-year divination project.

Professor Trelawney wanted her students to apply the three methods she taught that year. In pairs of two, the students should perform dream interpretation, palmistry, and astrology in the time frame of two weeks.

Y/N spotted George. Raising her hand, she got his attention, and he made his way over. She sat in her favourite spot near the windows. The table was littered with books, quills, parchment, and other utensils. They greeted each other, and George took a seat opposite to her.

"I didn't know what to bring, so I didn't bring anything," George smiled awkwardly, "Good thing you brought all your things."

Y/N laughed at his comment. Not knowing him at all, she was pretty nervous. They were in the same year, the same house, and attended most classes together. Yet, their friend groups barely overlapped. All she knew about him was his reputation.

"Uhm, what should we start with?" he motioned toward the books.

"Astrology and dream interpretation needs some preparation. We could start out with palmistry," Y/N suggested.

"Sounds good," George nodded.

She organized the desk a bit before opening two books. His eyes were fixated on her every move.

"Maybe this is the time for me to confess. I don't know anything. You really got the worst partner," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Good to know," she chuckled, "To be honest, I somewhat expected to do all the work here."

"Why is that?" George tilted his head.

"Just a gut feeling. You don't seem like a guy that invests much work into school," she explained.

"Well, this isn't fair. I'm not a dumb person. Also, I don't know anyone that is good at divination. You can't blame me here."

"I never said you were dumb," Y/N clarified, "And now you know a person that is good at divination."

"Really?" his voice sounded of genuine surprise.

"Yes, I like to think I know what I'm doing."

George looked impressed, "Lucky me."

"Lucky you," she smiled.

"Since you don't know how to do it. I will read you palm," Y/N explained.

He eagerly nodded. After looking over some notes, she held out her hand with the palm facing upwards. A few seconds passed by, and George did not react.

"I need to see your palms for this," she could not hold back her laugh.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry," a blush crept upon his cheeks, slowly stretching out his hand.

"No problem," chuckling Y/N wrapped her hand around his.

His hands were large. From playing Quidditch, his skin was coarse, and he had many tiny scars. Holding his hand felt weirdly intimate, but neither wanted to make a big deal out of it.

With her quill, she traced his lifeline and headline. The blue ink spread out and entered the creases of his hand. George watched her with curiosity. His eyes moved between his palm and her face.

Carefully she took a close look at his palm. Every now and then, she scribbled something down on the parchment next to her. Lost in thought, Y/N sometimes knit her eyebrows or twirled the quill in her hand. George thought it was adorable.

Glimpsing up from his palm, she was met with his eyes. Briefly, they just looked at each other without saying a word. The light from the window made George's eyes glow in a golden brown. His fiery hair was messy but looked so soft. Cheekily grinning, George raised his eyebrows.

"Your staring is pretty distracting," she chuckled.

"I'm not staring," George defended himself, "I'm just learning from an expert. Don't want to miss anything, you know."

"No matter the intent, it's not helping my focus," Y/N replied.

With a heavy sigh, he turned his face away from her. While George stared out of the window, she continued reading his palm. After ten minutes, Y/N set down her quill.

"Alright, you can look again."

"Finally, I really missed looking at you," his words did not sound like a joke.

Y/N was unsure how to respond, looking at her notes instead.

"I will turn this into an essay and give it to you in a few days," she suggested.

"Oh, absolutely not. You already did your part. I will write the essay," George responded quickly, "Writing essays out of notes that aren't mine is my expertise."

"Alright," she chuckled, "That's fair. If there are any questions, you can ask me."

George nodded and took the parchment into his hands.

"It's pretty late already. Do you want to go to the Great Hall for dinner?" he suggested.

"Yes, sure. Let me just quickly return the books, then I'm ready."

Together they made their way down the corridors to the Great Hall.

"How come you are good at divination?" George asked.

"My friends claim I'm a seer, but I don't know about that. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, I guess," Y/N shrugged, "You are a phenomenal beater. That can't all be training. There must be somewhat of an athletic disposition."

"Atheltic disposition," George grinned from ear to ear.

They arrived in the Great Hall. Only a handful of students sat at each table; most had already finished dinner. George and Y/N sat down at the Griffindor table. They ate dinner, talking about Quidditch and divination.

"We still have astrology and dream interpretation left," she turned to George, "When do you have time?"

"How about Wednesday? Wednesday after lunch.", he responded after swallowing his last bite.

"Works for me. Do you dream a lot?"

George looked confused. Staring off into the distance, he pondered.

"I dream occasionally. Not every night. Why do you ask?" he responded after some time.

"In case you dream until Wednesday, you need to write it down. That way we can interpret it. In case you don't dream, we will do astrology."

"Alright, that makes sense," he nodded.

"Great, I'll wait for you in the library."

#george weasley #george weasley x you #george weasley imagine #harry potter fic #George weasley fic

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good girl

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N is George's girlfriend. After a lost Quidditch match, she helps him ease the anger.

Word Count: 950

Warnings: SMUT 18+, cursing, choking, Dom!George, praising kink, unprotected sex

A/N: -

[NOT MY GIF]

"They didn't have a chance this time," Hermoine sighed as she sat down on the sofa," They're going to be crushed."

"I don't think anyone will ever come out of the locker rooms again," Parvati chuckled next to her.

Y/N took a seat across from them. Students streamed into the Gryffindor common room, coming back from the lost match. Slytherin won the game by far.

"I feel bad for Angelina. George told me how much pressure she puts on herself," Y/N joined the conversation.

"She is the captain. Pressure is part of the job," Parvati replied.

After 25 minutes, the members of the Quidditch team started rolling in. Ron and Harry were the first, followed by Angelina and Ginny. George, Fred, and Lee entered through the portrait a few minutes later.

Y/N's eyes immediately darted over to George. His hair was wet and messy, clinging to his forehead. He was wearing sweatpants and a loose hoodie. By his expression, she could tell how mad he was about the loss. His sight gave her butterflies.

Lee and Fred were immersed in a discussion, while he silently stared ahead. The three settled down in a corner. George and Lee sunk into a sofa; Fred sprawled out on an armchair. Y/N made her way over and sat down between George and Lee.

"They won by pure luck. The team is shit," Lee argued, "Gryffindor has far superior tactics and players."

"Your commentary was great," Y/N interjected.

Lee nodded and bowed theatrically.

"At least something was great about that match," Fred laughed.

Lee and Fred went back to analyzing the match, while Y/N looked over to George. He still had not said a thing, clenching his jaw in frustration. Carefully she nudged his thigh with her hand. Glancing down at her hand, George placed his on her thigh. Gently squeezing her thigh, his frown was replaced with a grin.

Both shared a knowing look.

"Go to my dorm," he whispered in her ear.

Y/N nodded. She excused herself from the conversation and left the common room. Inside his dorm, she sat down on the bed. After a few minutes, George followed her. Quickly closing the door behind him, he cast a muffling spell.

"Undress," he demanded

His low tone sent a shiver down her spine. Obediently she got up and unbuttoned her blouse. George slowly made his way over. His fingers danced over her shoulder and left her skin tingling.

He sat down on the bed, watching her take off the bra underneath. George leaned back, admiring her body. Then she opened the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down. Lastly, she removed her panties.

A visible tent had formed in George's sweatpants.

"Come here," George patted the spot next to him.

His hand wrapped around her throat as she sat down next to him. He crashed his lips into hers. His other hand went down to her chest, rubbing over her nipples. A breathy moan escaped Y/N's lips when he pinched her nipple.

Hastily George pulled down his sweatpants and boxers. His erection sprung free, hitting his stomach. He pumped himself a few times, before leaning back on his elbows.

"Do your job, pretty girl," he cooed.

Y/N wrapped both her hands around his shaft. Hungrily George watched as she stroked his dick in slow motions. A low grunt escaped his throat when she put her lips around his tip. Sucking on his tip, she steadily took more in her mouth.

His hand tangled in her hair, setting the pace for her movement. She started to gag the moment his dick hit the back of her throat. With lust in his eyes, he looked down to her body bent over his lap.

"Good girl," George whispered.

His pants, moans, and soft words made her grow wet. She could not wait to feel his dick inside her. Continuing to bob her head, she earned more moans from him.

George sat up and placed his hand on her naked ass. From behind his fingers brushed over her heat. The sensation made Y/N moan in pleasure, sending chills down George's back.

Quickly pulling her up by her hair, he kissed down her chest. With both hands, he pushed her down on the mattress. Kneeling between her legs, his tall frame towered over her. His thumb lightly rubbed circles on her clit as he watched her squirm under his touch.

"Please, fuck me," she breathed.

"I will, darling."

George aligned himself with her entrance and slowly pushed in. Y/N's hands dug into the mattress to her sides. Throwing her left leg over his shoulder, he hit even deeper with his next thrust.

She was a moaning mess under him. His hands squeezed into her thigh, leaving bruises in the process. Snapping his hips against hers at a relentless pace, he hit her sweet spot.

"Touch yourself," he instructed.

Y/N started to rub her clit in tight circles; knots formed in her stomach.

"Please, choke me," her voice was weak and whiney.

With a devilish grin, George wrapped his fingers around her throat. He sped up his thrusts, causing Y/N's eyes to roll into the back of her head.

"I know you're close. Cum for me, darling."

George was right. A wave of pleasure rolled over her. George's thrusts became sloppy, as he let her ride out her high. Pulling out, he came on her stomach.

While Y/N caught her breath, he took off his shirt and wiped her clean. George laid down next to her, pulling her to his bare chest. Heat radiated off his body. Snuggling with George felt like home. He covered their bodies in a blanket.

"This was amazing," she chuckled.

"You are amazing."

#smut #george weasley smut #george weasley imagine #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x gryffindor!reader

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Yes, my sentence structure is monotomous, Grammarly.

It's a figure of speech. Ever heard of parallelism??

#This app hates me #but not as much as i hate it

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stop fucking talking

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: George and the reader broke up after a huge fight. Tensions are high at the Gryffindor party.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, angst, alcohol, fighting, cursing, choking, oral (male receiving), angry sex, unproteced sex, Dom!George, all consenual!

A/N: This took me so long to write...Writing dialog is fun though! I didn't want to go overboard with the kinkiness. Enjoy;)

[NOT MY GIF]

"The fuck are you looking at?" Y/N stumbled past George, who was sitting on one of the sofas.

"At a whore apparently," he coldly replied, swaying the liquid in his glass.

She scoffed and slumped down next to him.

"So, what makes me a whore all of a sudden?" she took a sip from her glass and looked over to George.

"We broke up less than a week ago, yet, you are dancing with McLaggen's hands all over your body," George elaborated with wide gestures.

Y/N chuckled, "You stared at me all night long. That's the only reason I danced with that idiot."

George glanced over at her, raising his eyebrows.

"Good to know you're still trying to make me jealous," he downed the drink and got up from the sofa, "it's not working anymore."

"Good to know you're still a piece of shit," she retorted.

"Whatever you say, whore."

George walked away from the sofas to the table with the drinks. Scanning the room, she stayed on the couch. In her head the conversation happened again and again. She didn't like how things ended, there was no way, she would admit her fault until George took accountability though. Their breakup happened exactly 5 days ago. Both had their issues, but neither wanted to admit their fault.

George came back from the makeshift bar with a full glass of fire whisky.

"Why are you still on my couch? Can't you snog McLaggen or something?" George let himself fall back onto the couch.

"First of all, this isn't your couch. Second of all, why would I snog McLaggen?" Y/N shook her head.

"First of all," George mocked her in a high-pitched voice, "I sat here first that's why it's my couch."

"Wow, very mature of you," she rolled her eyes.

"To our maturity," George toasted her.

She chuckled and raised her glass as well.

"I'll go and fuck McLaggen now," she wonkily rose from the couch.

"Are you fucking serious? We just had a peaceful moment, and you had to ruin it like always," George exclaimed.

"I didn't ruin anything! You're just too stupid to understand a joke, asshole. "

"Somehow, your jokes are never funny," George interjected.

"Oh, shut the fuck up. Could you do me a favor and not talk to me again?"

"Gladly," George turned away from her.

Y/N looked around the room, accidentally making eye contact with McLaggen. Promptly he made his way over to her. George clenched his jaw when he saw him approaching.

"Want to dance?" he held out his hand.

George eyed Y/N. He was sure she would agree. To his surprise she declined his offer. Raising his eyebrows, he expected an explanation, but she stayed silent. Instead, she sat back down on the couch again.

"I'm so over you, George," she lied.

"I don't miss anything about you except the sex, Y/N," he replied.

"I don't even miss that about you. You're not that good ," she lied again.

He shot a glance over to her to scan her face, "If you say so," he sighed, "just don't come running back."

"Why the fuck would I come running back?", she laughed, "You owe me a goddamn apology. Before that apology, I won't even think about it"

"I owe you an apology? Did I hear that right?" George's face dropped.

"Of course you do," she gestured fervently.

George started laughing, "You are fucking crazy!"

"Fuck off."

Silence settled between them again. George looked in one direction and Y/N looked into the other direction. Occasionally they took sips from their glasses. A few minutes passed by. Y/N put down her empty glass and turned to George.

"Why are you such an asshole, George?" her question sounded genuine.

George sighed loudly.

"Is there anything, that makes you shut up?" he asked provokingly.

"There is nothing you could do," she teased

"Oh, there are things," George scoffed and set down his drink.

He quickly wrapped his empty hand around her throat and crashed his lips into hers. The kiss tasted of liquor and was fueled by anger. George pulled away, and she was left breathless. Immediately she went in for a second kiss. A moan escaped her throat when he tightened the hand around her neck.

Without any warning, George jumped off the couch, pulling Y/N along. He dragged her out of the common room to his dorm with a firm grip on her arm. Neither said a word.

The moment the door of his dorm fell shut, George pushed her up against it. He pressed his lips onto her lips, while his hands roamed her body. With his thigh, he pushed against her crotch, moving his thigh against her heat. Y/N moaned.

Her hands traveled down to palm him through his pants. He was rock-hard already, which made her grin. George noticed and pulled away from the kiss.

"Someone is happy," she chuckled

"You just don't know how to shut up," his voice was low and raspy.

He spun them around so that his back was against the door. Opening his pants with one hand, he pushed her down with the other. On her knees, she helped to pull down his pants.

"Open your mouth," George demanded, and Y/N obliged.

George pumped himself in his fist a few times, then he pushed into her mouth. His dick hit the back of her throat and made her gag. He pulled out, then slammed back in. With his hands, he guided her head.

"Look at me," he hissed.

Y/N looked up at him through her eyelashes. Tears welled up in her eyes. She loved it when George took control. Hearing his dominant tone, she could feel herself getting wet.

George picked up the pace, causing Y/N to gag repeatedly. His eyes were filled with lust and anger.

"Oh, if you could see yourself, you slut," he moaned.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of her mouth. Spit dripped down his dick and her chin. Quickly he pulled her onto her feet and pushed her onto the bed.

With fast motions, he pulled down her pants. Then he climbed on top of her. One hand moved down to her core.

"You're so wet" he grinned," I'm gonna fuck you stupid. That will teach you a lesson."

"Go on, teach me a lesson," she locked eyes with him.

George wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped her around. With a firm grip, he positioned Y/N's ass up in the air.

"Stop fucking talking," he landed a hard slap on her ass, "from now on you only make noises when told to. You understand?"

Looking over her shoulder, Y/N eagerly nodded. Without warning, George entered her. At first, he started out at a slow pace. His hands dug into her waist. Soft moans escaped Y/N's mouth.

"No moaning," George pushed her face down into the mattress with one hand and sped up the pace.

The sound of skin slapping together and George's pants filled the room. Y/N bit on her lip to avoid making noise. George hit her G-spot with every thrust, which made her legs tremble.

Suddenly he wrapped a hand around her throat and pulled her up to his chest. Y/N's eyes rolled to the back of her head. The new angle caused knots to form in her stomach.

"Go on, moan for me," he cooed into her ear.

Obscene moans fell from her mouth. George continued fucking her at a relentless pace, one hand on her throat and one hand on her chest. The hand around her throat made her dizzy and every sensation more intense.

Slowly George trailed his hand down to her core. Starting to rub her clit with fast flicks. The knot in her stomach tightend even more.

"Fuck, George," she breathed.

Quickly he put he spun her around and laid her on her back. His eyes roamed her body.

"Such a good slut for me," George praised her.

Hooking her left leg over his shoulder he entered her again. This time his thrusts were slower. Again his hand rubbed her sensitive clit. Both breathed heavily. His thrusts got more sloppy, as he approached his high.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she breathed.

"Cum for me."

A wave of pleasure rolled over her. Hands digging into the bedsheets, she moaned his name like it was the only word she knew. The contractions of her core, made George grunt. With one last thrust, he came inside her.

Pulling out, he collapsed next to her. It took a while until she caught her breath. Rolling over onto her side, she saw George, who had already fallen asleep.

"Asshole," she mumbled as she got up from the bed.

After picking up her clothes and putting them on, she glanced over at George again. He slept peacefully. Shaking her head, she snuck out oh his dorm.

#smut #george weasley smut #george weasley #george weasley x reader #George being a dick #I hope satanwritesmythirstposts sees this:)

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until you change

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: George ruins his relationship with his insecurities.

Word Count: 960

Warnings: ANGST, fighting, cursing, break-up

A/N: Writing this was an emotional rollercoaster... I feel like crying and I wanna hug George Weasley immediately:(

Y/N stumbled back from the library. She had been studying with George, Fred, Angelina, and Lee. However, George suddenly wanted to leave, and he insisted that she would come with him.

Now he pushed her down the corridors. One hand placed on the small of her back, one hand clenched in his pocket. They had not talked since they left the library.

"Fred is funny, huh," George's passive-aggressive tone immediately struck a nerve with Y/N.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, "What are you insinuating, George."

"I saw how you laughed at his jokes. You basically threw yourself at him."

George and Y/N had been dating for a few months now. He was a loving boyfriend, the sweetest guy she had ever met. Nevertheless, his jealousy was driving her insane.

She had tried her best, barely talking to any boys. It's not like she was flirting with anyone, yet, George felt threaten by everything. She was done with limiting herself to adjust to his senseless jealousy.

"I can't even talk to your fucking brother?" Y/N was baffled.

"The question is, why do you want to talk to my brother?"

"I was just making friendly conversation," she couldn't believe it, "George, I know that I am not the problem here."

George took a step back; the outrage was visible in his expression.

"Excuse me?" he shook his head.

Y/N knew this conversation would come up eventually. She was done changing herself for him. It was his time to change. In her opinion, the conversation was not meant to take place in some random corridor of the castle. But since George picked fights all the time and everywhere, she could not control that.

"George, I don't know why you are so jealous all the time," she lied to him. Internally she knew precisely where all the pointless jealousy came from.

George's body language was still tense, so, she took a step towards him. Carefully she took hold of his hands.

"I love you and only you," her words were calm, "I don't want anything from anyone besides you."

"You just called me a problem," George spat back.

Y/N let go of his hand and took a deep breath. She didn't want to do it, but she had to confront him. As much as it hurt to admit, this relationship caused her more problems than it should.

"George, I think we should end our relationship," it was like the words accidentally fell out of her mouth. They were in her head and then they fell out, without her noticing.

George's entire face scrunched up as if he was biting into a lemon. He could not believe what he heard. Violently shaking his head, he turned away from her.

Scared of what she might say next, she did not want to open her mouth again. Y/N stood quietly, waiting for a response. Seconds felt like hours. It was foreseeable that George would not react well.

Suddenly George spun back around, "Who the fuck are you leaving me for?"

"You can't be fucking serious," she pressed her hands into her hips,

"George, I'm not leaving you for anybody. It hurts to break up with you because I still actually love you. I'm giving you time to work on yourself. The relationship will not work out if we continued like this."

It might have seemed impossible, but George's face dropped even more.

"What the fuck? What do you mean work on myself? I don't have a problem. My only problem today was how you looked at Fred. Can't you understand that I don't want you gushing over my twin brother?" he raised his voice.

Luckily the corridor was empty; no one could hear them. Y/N took a deep breath.

"I'm not gushing over Fred," Y/N defended herself. Her mood started to shift from anger to sadness.

"George, I'm so in love with you it hurts. It hurts that you don't see how your words affect me. I love you. Yet, you question my love on every occasion," her voice started to shake.

George's body language eased up a little. Y/N was darting her eyes around. Tears were dwelling up in her eyes, but she did not want to cry.

"I love you more than you love yourself, and it shows. I love you for who you are. I see you for who you are," her voice was soft - barely a whisper.

"George, I would never look at Fred the way I look at you. Fred is a cool guy, but you are the coolest guy. Fred is funny; you are funnier. You are so fucking smart that I can't believe teachers have deemed you a prankster. You are a genius. Honestly, I can't believe I actually landed you," she chuckled.

A weak smiled appeared on George's face. Hesitantly, he reached for Y/N's hand. Both looked down at their interlaced fingers.

"I love you more than you love yourself," she repeated, "I know that you don't see yourself the way I do. People often put you into Fred's shadow. It's always Fred and George, never George and Fred. Naturally, this thought has settled in your mind. The insecurity is eating away at you. It is destroying our relationship, George ."

At this point, her eyes were so filled with tears she could hardly see George's figure standing directly in front of her.

"Please, stop seeing yourself as a sidekick," she sniveled.

"I'm so sorry," George's voice was raspy.

Tears were streaming down Y/N's face. Quietly sobbing, she let go of his hand.

"George, my decision stands," her voice was shaky, "We are broken up until you have worked things out. I need to see you change."

He struggled for words.

"I love you," he breathed, hoping it would change something.

"I love you, too," Y/N smiled weakly. Then she turned away from him and walked down the corridor alone. George stood motionlessly, listening to her sobs until they faded out.

#angst #george weasley #george weasley angst #george weasley x y/n #harry potter fic #george weasley imagine

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easy to motivate

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: George has to do homework, Y/N is motivating him with the promise of a special reward. He has to race the clock to get his reward.

Word Count: 950

Warnings: SMUT 18+, cursing, oral (male receiving)

A/N: I found the GIF and wanted to use it as a prompt. I'm kinda proud of myself here :D

[NOT MY GIF]

"I fucking hate potions homework," George got up from his desk and made his way over to his bed.

It was the end of the year, and the professors were unforgiving with the amount of homework they forced onto the students. Y/N had finished her work during lunch, but George had not even started yet. Now she was lying in his bed, waiting for him to finish the 200-word essay on the discovery and use of veritaserum.

George flopped onto the bed next to her. Putting down her book, she glanced down at him. They wanted to spend this sunny afternoon together, however, George's undone homework ruined those plans.

"How about you just get it over with," she suggested.

"Wow, I could have never thought of that," George's voice was drenched in sarcasm, "I have been trying to do that. I'm just so unmotivated," he whined.

"George, you are wasting both our times. I don't want to spend my afternoon watching you do nothing."

"Okay, I will simply not do my homework, and we do something fun. You made the call," George clapped in his hands and got up from the bed.

"No, that's not what I meant," she took hold of his wrist and pulled him back onto the bed. "I think I have an idea. You are easy to motivate," she chuckled.

Y/N got up from the bed and walked over to her bag. Pulling a small hourglass out of her backpack, she set it down on George's desk.

"This," she explained, "is my way of motivating you. It takes 25 minutes for the sand to fall. You write your essay as fast as possible, and then you will get rewarded."

"What's the reward," George questioned.

Y/N smiled to herself. With slow steps, she made her way over to where George was sitting.

"Once you're done writing the essay," She bent down to whisper in his ear, "I will use the remaining time to make you moan my name."

George's eyes went wide. Due to the great weather, everyone was outside. They had the dorm all to themselves, Y/N was planning on using this opportunity.

"Alright," George cleared his throat, "I'm down with the idea."

Y/N made herself comfortable on his bed, watching George as he sat down at the table and firmly gripped the quill. He blankly stared at the parchment in front of him for a few seconds. Then he quickly grabbed the hourglass and turned it upside down.

~~~14 minutes later~~~

George frantically scribbled words onto the parchment. Occasionally he looked up at the hourglass and over to Y/N. She was still proud of her idea. Never had she seen George so focused on homework.

"Okay, okay," he swayed his parchment over his head, "I'm done."

Y/N walked over and took the parchment out of his hand. Quickly she scanned over it. His handwriting was barely legible but from what she could make out, he actually wrote about the topic.

"Now you are wasting time," George urged her while she read.

Smiling down at him, she took the quill out of his hand and put the parchment down, "I'll take over from here, honey. You deserve your reward."

After a quick glance to the hourglass, George pulled his chair back from the table. Y/N got on his lap. George had a stupid but adorable grin on his face.

While they kissed, she moved her hips in circular motions. Her mouth moved down to his jaw. Many kisses later, Y/N felt George growing harder and harder.

She climbed off his lap and kneeled in front of him. The way she palmed his hard dick through his pants made him groan. He bucked his hips to increase friction.

"We better hurry up," she looked over at the hourglass.

George jumped up from his seat and quickly pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. The moment he sat back down, Y/N wrapped one hand around his cock. She began with slow strokes along his entire length.

Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she let spit drip down from her mouth onto his dick. George's breaths became heavier. Staring down at her, his eyes glistened with lust.

Suddenly she increased her speed. He shifted in his seat and threw his head back.

"Fuck, your hands are incredible, Y/N," George muttered between heavy breaths.

Y/N opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Then she licked a broad stripe from the base to the tip. George muttered inaudible obscenities.

With innocence in her eyes, she sucked on his tip. Her hands continued stroking his full length. Involuntarily bucking his hips, he pushed deeper into her mouth.

Tears started dwelling in her eyes when she took his entire length into her mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, which made her gag.

"Merlin, Y/N," George groaned.

Spit dripped from her mouth and ran down his dick. She bobbed her head steadily. George was on the edge of an orgasm, and the top half of the hourglass was almost empty.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum", George pressed through gritted teeth.

"Cum for me, darling."

She pumped his dick a few more times in her hand. Mumbling a string of filthy words he came all over her hands . Cum mixed with her saliva dripped down his dick. Quickly she got up and grabbed a shirt lying on his bed to clean him up.

"Why do you even carry an hourglass around?" George asked while he pulled up his pants.

"Ever heard of Pomodoro?", she picked it up and threw it back into her bag.

"No."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," she chuckled, "it's a studying method."

"How boring," George sounded disappointed, "we can do much cooler stuff with that hourglass."

#george weasley smut #george wealsey x reader #george weasley #george weasley x you #smut

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refresh my memory

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: George regrets sex with the reader, yet, the mistake is repeated.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, angst, fighting, cursing, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, riding

A/N: I got carried away with the dialog in the beginning

Y/N spent her summer at the burrow. Usually, it was her favorite time of the year. All her friends were at the burrow in the summer, and Molly was an extraordinary cook. On paper, this summer should have been great.

Yet, there was this one problem. George and she had hooked up in the last week of school. They drunkenly stumbled into each other at the latest Griffindor party, and one thing led to another.

Y/N didn't think anything of it. However, George had been ignoring her for weeks, and it made everything incredibly uncomfortable. She had not told anyone about the incident since she felt like George was ashamed of sleeping with her.

He acted as if he couldn't hear or see her, it seemed like he couldn't even be in the same room as her. At first, she thought it was a joke. The longer it went on, the less it felt like a joke. Confusion shifted to sadness. Sadness turned to anger. At this point, she felt nothing but betrayal.

How could he throw away an entire friendship over something stupid like that? Why didn't he just fucking talk to her? Y/N had had enough. This silly behavior had been going on for long enough. All she needed was an opportunity to catch him alone so that she had the chance to confront him.

Everyone was in the living room watching an old Muggle movie on the TV when George got up from his seat. He motioned up the stairs, "I'm going to bed."

The rest of the family didn't think much of it. Y/N on the other hand saw her chance. A few minutes after George had left the living room, she followed him saying, she had a headache and wanted to sleep.

She crept up the stairs and stopped in front of George's and Fred's room. What was she going to say? She hadn't really thought about this. All she thought about was finding an opportunity to confront him. No thought ever went into what she was going to say.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. George did not reply. After a few seconds, she carefully opened the door, but no one was inside. The bathroom door swung open behind her.

"What do you want," George took a step out of the bathroom.

"I-," she took a deep breath, "I wanted to talk to you, George."

Pushing past her, George walked into his room. His gaze was fixated on the ground as if he was talking to Medusa. Without another word to Y/N, he shut the door behind him.

"Thanks for the insightful conversation," she muttered.

Again she knocked on the door. This time she didn't wait for an answer. She opened the door and stepped into the room. George sat on the bed, pretending to read. Quickly Y/N shut the door behind her and walked up to him.

"What is your problem, George?"

George didn't look up from his comic. Y/N was growing impatient. With a firm grip, she pulled the comic out of George's hands. Then she sat down next to him on his bed.

"George, please talk to me. You have been ignoring me all summer. I don't like this. We are good friends, aren't we?" she cautiously attempted to start a conversation.

"I don't know what you want to hear," George shifted his position.

"I want to hear your thoughts. Why are you avoiding me?"

George sighed. He pulled his legs up on the bed to sit cross-legged. Y/N mirrored his movements. George's eyes were darting around the room, then he looked at her.

"Things have changed since... you know."

"Since we had sex," Y/N clarified.

George cringed when she finished his sentence. Almost as if her words hurt him.

"What's the big deal, George? We are still friends."

"We shouldn't have done it. That's it. I said it. I can't look at you without thinking about it."

"So, that's why you are avoiding me?" she was confused, "It's not that big of a deal, George. It's just sex."

George avoided looking at her again, she felt like there was more to it. Why was he so gruff? Normally they could talk about their feelings. His silence was not a good sign. George sighed loudly. Getting any word out was a fight for him.

"Look," he sighed again, "maybe it's just sex to you. I'm not like that, though."

"What the fuck are you hinting at? Like that," she could feel the anger bubbling up inside her, "are you calling me a fucking whore? George Weasley? Is that what you are trying to say?"

George didn't say anything. His eyes darted down at the bed. The anger was building inside of her. What the fuck was trying to tell her?

"Fucking answer me," she hissed.

George looked up at her.

"Those are your words not mine," his grin was so painfully smug.

Y/N raised her hand to slap him but he caught it by the wrist and pinned it down in the space between them. He grabbed the other wrist as well to evade another attack. Pinning both wrists down with one hand he looked up at her again.

"There you had your conversation. Anything left to say?" he raised his eyebrows

"Yeah," she chuckled, "you weren't that good anyway."

"Your moans told me something else," George retorted.

She tilted her head to the side, acting as if she couldn't remember. The tension in the air was palpable.

"If that's the case why don't you help me refresh my memories."

George crashed his lips into hers. Y/N kissed him back just as eagerly. He slowly let go of her wrists, and Y/N climbed onto his lap. Her breath was taken away by the intensity of their kiss. His hands moved up to her waist - kneading, stroking, fondling.

Y/N felt the heat radiating from his body when she placed her hands on his chest. She ground down on his hardening dick; a moan escaped his throat. George pulled away from the kiss to mutter some spells, then he leaned into another kiss.

Breathlessly she pulled her shirt off before he slowly pushed her down on the mattress. His mouth left wet kisses down from her collar bone to her chest. Pushing off her bra, he took one breast in his hand. George looked down at her. When their eyes met, he grinned. Y/N’s chest rose from the bed, wanting to close the space between them again.

“No need to rush, darling”, he chuckled pushing her back into the mattress, "I want to make you remember."

He went back to kneading, kissing, and caressing her chest. Then George moved further down. He reached her stomach, pulling off her pants including her underwear. After he threw her legs over his shoulder he circled her core with wet kisses.

Quickly he attached his lips to her pulsating heat. Sucking, licking, working away. Y/N took in a sharp breath. His hands wandered up and down her thigh and left her skin burning. A moan escaped her mouth when he entered her with two fingers.

"Did I lie?" he chuckled before diving back in.

George's fingers hit her G-spot just right, and his tongue danced over her clit again and again. Even though she didn't want to give him the satisfaction, Y/N couldn't muffle her moans anymore. Her fingers were tightly holding his red hair.

She pulled him up to her face to kiss him. Her hands opened his pants. George shuffled out of them and pulled her onto his lap. His hard dick push was pressed against her wet core.

She aligned him with her entrance and slowly sat down on him. George let his head fall back in pleasure. With gentle movements, Y/N ground down on him. Her eyes were fixed on George's expression. Eyes pressed shut, soft pants coming from his open mouth.

Instead of grinding, she started to bounce on his dick. His eyes opened again, and George quickly grabbed onto her boobs. Y/N's hands tangled in his hair again. Continuously changing her rhythm she kept George on edge. She captured his lips in a kiss. When her rhythm sped up he moaned into her mouth.

"Fuck," he pulled away from the kiss to bury his face in the nook of her neck.

One of his hands slid down the front of her body to rub her clit in fast motions. The other hand grabbed her ass to steady her rhythm. Both felt their orgasm approaching. She came first with silent moans; her movements slowed down. George continued the movement to let her savor the high. The contractions of her core made him cum.

They laid next to each other in silence until their breaths normalized. Y/N turned to her side facing George.

"Are you going to act normal again or do I have to obliviate you?", she asked.

Turning to his side as well, George quietly laughed. "If every fight turns into sex, I will be even more of an asshole from now on."

Y/N grabbed hold of a pillow lying next to her and whacked him in the face. "No. No, you will not, dumbass"

#george weasley smut #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #smut #harry potter fic #angst

[cloouud]

the show

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N gets ready for a Gryffindor party, however, more clothes get taken off then put on

Word Count: 850

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral (female receiving), fingering

A/N: -

"What is this?" George swayed a small round container in front of Y/N's face.

"It's a bronzer," she snatched it from him, "I actually need that right now."

"How long until you're done with the make-up stuff?" George moved over from her vanity to her bed and dramatically threw himself onto the mattress.

"Aren't you just a bag of questions today?" Y/N chuckled, "What's the rush? The party isn't running away, also, the common room is less than 10 steps away. Just leave without me if you can't wait for me any longer."

"Well, you haven't changed yet," George retorted.

Y/N looked away from the mirror towards George. "Oh! So, you are only staying for the show?" she chuckled.

"The show is always worth the wait, honey."

She smiled to herself. "Well, if that's the case, then I don't want the audience to wait too long."

George propped himself up on the bed. His eyes lit up in excitement. Y/N got up from the chair at the vanity and took a few steps towards the bed. She made sure not to break the eye contact.

Slowly she pulled her shirt up, revealing her chest. George's approving nods made her laugh. She threw her shirt over to him, and he tossed it over his shoulder.

"Go on," he said while gesturing with his hand, "you have my full attention."

Teasingly she opened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she stepped out of the circle it formed around her. George cheered and called for an encore.

Y/N chuckled and made her way over to her bed, where she picked up her dress. George booed while she put it on.

"Will you zip me up?", she turned her back towards him, "Please."

"No."

"What?" she laughed.

George pulled her onto the bed next to him and crashed his lips into hers. He pinned her down underneath him with her wrists above her head.

"You don't make the calls here, honey" his voice dripped in smugness.

"Come on, I gave you what you wanted," Y/N pleaded jokingly.

"Oh, no. We're aren't even remotely close to the thing I wanted."

"Well, then tell m-"

George interrupted her sentence with another heated kiss. Trying to take off her dress, he let go of her wrists. Taking the dress off as fast as possible became an united effort.

Once it hit the ground, George moved his kisses to her jaw. He left a trail of wet kisses from her jaw to her chest. His wandering hands moved down to Y/N's underwear. With soft tugs, he asked for permission to take them off.

Y/N's eager nods were his signal to quickly pull them down. George pulled away from her and got up from the bed.

"What are you doing?" she sounded almost betrayed.

"I don't know about you, however, I am a lot more relaxed when the doors are locked," George joked.

He found his wand on her vanity and cast the needed spells. Then he quickly made his way back to the bed. His hands wrapped around her hips before he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Now her legs dangled from the bed.

Gleaming with joy, he got on his knees in front of her. Softly placing kisses up her legs, he then opened her legs.

Y/N let herself fall back on the bed. George kissed her inner thighs, then licked a broad stripe up her heat.

"You're so unbelievably pretty," he muttered before he started kitten licking her clit.

George's hand made its way from her hips to her core. He entered her with one finger, making a hither motion inside of her. His tongue switched between fast and slow rhythms. George added another finger and shot a quick glace to Y/N. Her head laid flat on the bed, eyes closed, hands digging into the mattress on her sides.

Steadily he increased the pressure with his tongue. Moans fell from Y/N's mouth. The entire room was filled with lewd, wet noises and breathy moans.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," Y/N muttered.

She could feel how George's lips tugged into a grin. He continued flicking over her clitoris with fast licks and hitting her G-spot with his index and middle finger. After only a few more motions, she came.

George didn't stop his movements until the end of her orgasm. Then he licked her clean. The bed creaked when George flopped onto it next to her. Glancing over to her, he saw her intoxicated expression.

"You may get dressed now," he motioned to her dress on the floor.

She burst out into laughter, and George joined her. Carefully she got up from the bed and took a few wobbly steps to the dress. On the way, she put on her underwear.

"What if I want to return the favor?" she asked while pulling the dress on.

"Oh, we don't have time for that now, but I will have something to look forward to after the party," George helped her zip up the dress and kissed her shoulder.

"Alright, after the party," Y/N smirked.

#george weasley smut #smut #george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley x reader

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don't rush me

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: George Weasley loves seeing you in your skirt and he let's you know in many ways

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+,oral (female receiving), fingering, teasing

A/N: At first it's fluff then it's nothing but smut. I'm a little overenthusiastic with my commas. I hope it doesn't bother anyone.

George's hand had been placed on Y/N's thigh for the entire time at dinner. Every time she managed to get used to the feeling of butterflies and a racing heart, George moved his hand. It drove her crazy. She tried her best to follow the conversations of her friends at the Gryffindor table but it was difficult to focus on anything besides George's hand.

His hand moved so much up her skirt that she was worried about others noticing. George knew exactly what he was doing. He glanced down at her all the time. He couldn't keep the knowing smile off his face, loving the effect he had on her.

"I think I'm done with dinner", George said as he squeezed Y/N's thigh. "Would you join me for a walk?"

"Sure", Y/N nodded.

Both got up from the table. Y/N knew what George had in mind. Pretty much all their friends knew that George wasn't taking Y/N on a walk. The way he looked at her, the way he couldn't keep his hands off her, the way he wouldn't shut up about her when she wasn't around. There was no way to deny that he fell for Y/N.

Two lovebirds might say they that go on a walk together but their friends won't believe them. George's suggestion was not entirely a lie. They actually walked down a few corridors.

However, once the coast was clear, and they made it to a remote place of the castle, they no longer intended to walk. Y/N and George sat on a small windowsill.

"Your thighs look beautiful. Have I told you that before?", George asked. His hand went right back to where it was during dinner.

"Yes, you have told me that", Y/N laughed, "but I don't mind hearing it again."

"That's good because I will not stop saying it."

Her smile was so wide she felt stupid. Her eyes went to the floor. George swayed from side to side so that his shoulders bumped into hers. Both giggled.

When she looked back up at him he moved his hands to hold her face. Their faces got closer and closer. Y/N finally closed the gap. Their kiss started timid and soft. Y/N tangled her hands in his red hair. His hands went from her face to her waist. The kiss became more heated but then George interrupted.

"I have an idea."

George hopped off the windowsill with a grin.

"Do you have a better spot in mind? I like it here."

"Oh, I like it here, too. You don't have to move one bit, darling", he answered.

George got down on his knees. He was now at level with Y/N's hips. Her eyes went wide when she realized what he had in mind.

"Can I?", George tugged on her skirt.

She nodded in excitement. Her skirt fell to the floor and George took hold of her tighs. He left tiny kisses on the outside of her thighs.

"Put your feet here", George tapped his shoulders.

Y/N slipped out of her shoes and carefully placed her feet on either side of Georges's shoulders. George looked up at her with a cheeky smile. Delicately he placed kisses on the inside of her knee. One on the left, one on the right. Then he moved up a bit. One on the left, one on the right.

"You are such a tease", Y/N breathed.

She could feel herself getting wet. The anticipation was unbearable.

"Don't rush me. I don't want to miss a spot", George rebutted in between kisses.

Y/N shook her head smiling. George took his sweet time. The closer he got to her core the heavier her breath became. When he reached the end of his kissing trail he grazed over her heat with his index finger. The wetness had created a damp spot on her underwear.

He circled over her clit with his finger. Soft moans escaped her mouth. Steadily he built up the pressure. Y/N moved her hips to increase the friction. That's when George stopped his movements.

With a devious smile, he hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled it down. His lips went back to the inside of her knees. Kiss on the left, kiss on the right.

"Oh, don't you dare, George", Y/N threaten, "you can't tease me like this."

"Okay, okay", George laughed, "I'm sorry. I just love seeing you like this. You know?"

"Just make me cum already", she whined.

George raised his eyebrows: "Didn't know you could talk like that."

The challenge was on. George closed the gap between them. His mouth went straight to her clit. He started out with soft kitten licks until he remembered. No more teasing. The movements of his tongue sped up.

Y/N was holding onto his hair. She couldn't hold her moans anymore. George's fingers found their way to her core. First, he entered her with his index finger. After a few pumps, he added his middle finger.

Instead of circling her clit with his tongue, he was now vigorously sucking on her clit. Y/N threw her head back.

"Yes, yes. Just like that", her words were barely a whisper.

George grinned. He removed his head from her core to look up at her face, however, he did not stop pumping his fingers inside her. His mouth was smeared with her juices, he loved it. After placing a kiss on her foot on his shoulder, he went back to her clit.

He curled up his fingers to hit her G-spot. His pace was steady and his thrusts were hard. She moaned and held tighter onto his hair.

"I think I'm close", she breathed in between soft moans.

"Already? I could do this forever."

George wanted to see her face. He replaced his mouth with his other hand. He rubbed her clit with one hand and relentlessly worked at her G-spot with the other. Y/N's hands now stabilized her on the windowsill.

"Cum for me."

It did not take Y/N long to follow his instructions. Her orgasm rolled over her. He continued his movement to carry her through her high. George hungrily licked her clean. Then he quickly slipped her underwear back on, while she was still recovering from her orgasm.

"Wow", she breathed.

George hopped up onto the windowsill and wrapped her arm around her. She couldn't help but chuckle since he looked even happier than her.

#george weasley smut #george weasley #Smut #harry potter fic #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley x gryffindor!reader

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hot summer nights

George Weasley x Fem!Reader; modern au

Summary: Neither the reader nor George can sleep so they text and hook up.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, riding

A/N: Please, excuse all spelling and punctiation errors. I hope it doesn't disrupt the reading experience too much.

[NOT MY GIF]

It was a hot summer night. Lights out, Windows open, TV on, ventilator on the highest setting. Y/N had been trying to fall asleep for hours but the sweltering heat was keeping her awake. Hence, she switched from bed to couch and accepted her defeat.

An episode of some boring reality show played faintly in the background, as her phone buzzed. She glanced down at her phone. Her face was lit up by the bright display.

Georgie: u still up??

Y/N sighed and picked up her phone. She started typing her response.

Y/N: how could anyone sleep in this heat?

She kept her phone in her hand, waiting for George to respond. Whatever he wanted was a lot more interesting than anything the TV had to offer. After just a few seconds she could read George’s response.

Georgie: summer’s rough

Georgie: it’s not too hot for sex though, right?

Y/N’s cheeks heated up at the thought. She and George had been hooking up casually for a few weeks. She wanted him to come over but she didn't want to seem too enthusiastic. Her answer was short.

Y/N: come over

George did not even respond. Y/N hastily muted the TV and looked around the living room. The living room was messy. Not messy enough to be embarrassed about but also not clean enough to be presentable to guests. Well, it’s not like George ever cared about the state of her living room when they fucked.

Just two minutes after her last text she heard the sound of George apparating. He quietly knocked on the front door. Y/N quickly tiptoed through the hallway to the front door.

“Come in”, Y/N whispered as she opened the door just far enough for him to slip into the flat.

Once the door was shut behind George, he stared down at her. His lips were tugged into a smirk. She took hold of his hand and lead him through the dark hallway to the living room. She pushed to the couch where he sat down.

“What are you watching?”, he looked at the TV.

Y/N did not answer. Instead, she slowly sat down on George’s lap. Their eyes met before she went in for the kiss. Lewd noises filled the room, their kiss grew in intensity by the second. Her hands rested in the nape of his neck; his hands stroked up and down her sides.

George let himself fall back on the couch. His hand pulled off her thin shirt. Y/N was not wearing a bra underneath. His eyes and hands went straight for her breasts. He took one in his mouth while he massaged and kneaded the other.

Y/N was eager to get his shirt off as well. She tugged on the back of his shirt and George understood her signal. His shirt fell to the floor within seconds. Y/N dragged her hands down from his neck to his chest. Her hands glid down the front of his pale and freckled torso. Down at the waistband of his pants, they came to a rest. With fast motions, she opened George’s trousers and got down from his lap.

Kneeling next to him on the couch, she waited while George pulled down his pants. Starting to palm him through his boxers she could feel his erection. George propped himself up on his elbows and watched with lust in his eyes.

Y/N couldn’t wait to make him moan and whine. Quickly pulling off his boxers, she freed his dick. Stroking his length she started to take his tip into her mouth.

George moaned at the feeling of her hands and mouth. Carefully he gathered her hair in his hands forming a ponytail. Y/N bobbed her head taking more and more of his hard dick in her mouth with each up and down motion.

"Fuck, you make me feel so good, Y/N"

She felt herself getting wet from hearing George's moans. Before George had a chance to reach his orgasm, she stopped. She got up from the couch and took off her shorts. George propped himself up higher to enjoy the show.

"Like what you see?", she chuckled.

"Liking does not begin to describe it."

"So what's the word you're looking for?", she teased.

Y/N kneeled on the edge of the sofa. George reached for her hand and pulled her on top of him.

"I did not come here to chat", he breathed.

"So what did you come here for?"

She moved her hips from left to right. George laughed and shook his head. He reached for her breasts.

"Let me show you what I came here for."

George lifted her off his lap and aligned himself with her entrance. Then he let her sink down on his dick. Y/N took in a sharp breath. The feeling of George inside her always left her speechless.

With a steady rhythm, she ground down on his dick, making them both moan. Her arms reached forward to grip George's shoulders. Grinding turned into bouncing. Bouncing turned into pounding.

George helped her to keep up the relentless pace. She panted into his mouth. Y/N legs started to feel sore and before she could mention anything, George flipped them around.

Now her back was pressed into the couch. He hovered over her for a few seconds and scanned her body in bliss. He kept himself up with one hand, while the other hand moved down to her core.

Y/N couldn't hold her moans when George began to rub her clit in circular motions. The sight of her pleasure was all George ever wanted to see.

Once again he aligned himself with her entrance and slowly pushed into her. His fingers kept rubbing her clit. The familiar feeling of tension started to build in her core.

"I'm close", she breathed.

"Cum for me." George's moans made it obvious that he was close as well. Only a few thrusts later, Y/N felt the waves of pleasure washing through her body. The contractions of her core sent George over the edge as well. He came inside her.

For minutes the only noises were their exhausted breaths and the humming of the ventilator. George laid next to Y/N. He pulled her into his side.

"Hot summer nights aren't that bad when the end like this", he chuckled.

"Who says the night has to end already?"

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Fuck Romeo and Juliet,

I want what these bitches have.

#santa clarita diet #santaclaritadiet #drew barrymore #timothy olyphant

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Paradise

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Talking and writing English are two completely different things.

Every single word I type looks wrong.