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redspite · 3 years

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Hiii, do you think you could write a little headcanon of dating George as a short Hufflepuff reader. Like 5'0 type short or something like that? As a Hufflepuff, I just need a little snippet of George in my life right now. Thank you!!! <333

A/N: Omg my roommate is a short Hufflepuff, so I definitely had to whip this one up for you real quick. Love the idea, as a short lady I can definitely see this being the pit of way too many of the twins’ jokes. I tried to make this nonbinary since there wasn’t a specification, so I hope that’s alright. Anyways, enjoy darling!

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

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First of all, this man definitely throws you around like a ragdoll. Whether that be in the bedroom or just in general. He really likes the idea of just being able to toss you around which usually leads to him and Fred asking you to creep around the castle for their pranks.

Loves to call you sweet pet names that are just at dainty as you. (Flower, bun, precious, etc.)

Literally thinks THE WORLD of you, sometimes he thinks you’re too good for him just purely based off of your kind and compassionate nature

Definitely rests his elbow on the top of your head and acts like he can’t see you when you’re trying to talk to him

Always touching you, like always. The man has no shame in participating in PDA

There’s always an arm around your waist, or even just gently resting on the lower part of your back to guide you

Very cheeky and LOVES to sneak in little kisses in public

OH OH and he absolutely loves when you’re standing around with all of your mutual friends because he tends to stand behind you or to the side of you gradually pulling you in to place kisses on the top of his head

He knows you still get a little nervous making new friends, while you are social, you feel a little added pressure being around so many people in a house that isn’t yours, so he’s always standing over you making sure you’re okay

Literally you make him look like a string bean boy when you’re next time him with your tiny frame

I just know he always jokes about putting you in one of those leash backpacks for toddlers because him and Fred always loose you in crowded areas/hallways

No, literally one day he shows up to your dorm with one and begs you to try it on which ends up in you making HIM try it on in a fit of giggles

While he constantly jokes about your height or your lack of being able to reach common items on fairly average-height shelves, he LOVES doing things for you

Like literally loves to grab things off shelves, carry things for you, literally anything and the man is on top of it

He also loves your hands !!! He loves how small, dainty and soft they feel compared to his and he can’t get enough of them.

Definitely the type to kiss your hands 24/7 despite Fred constantly making fun of how much he ogles over you

We all know George is a soft and compassionate boy, so his desire to nurture and take care of you is something evident in almost everything he does

Almost everything because we definitely know this man is an absolutely zaddy in the bedroom. He LOVES how innocent you come off in and outside of the bedroom and, as said before, loves to throw you around every which way he can

Ugh he’s definitely the type to hold things over your head to get his way

Like literally you wouldn’t pay attention to him because you were too focused on homework and he snatched your book right up and held it as high above your head as he could just to get a kiss

PIGGY BACK RIDES

Yes, I said it and you know it's true. Because of him having such long giraffe legs, he will literally pick you up and either throw you over his shoulder or give you a piggyback ride whenever he feels like he’s in a hurry.

Ultimately, he LOVES your height and loves your kind and compassionate nature because it coincides so well with his own

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redspite · 3 years

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Can you please do a George Weasley smut where she was dating Ron but he broke up with her and started dating lavender it was ‘civil’ but she’s pretty upset about it but won’t let anyone know . It’s Christmas at the burrow and George sees she’s a bit upset and try’s to cheer her up and flirts mildly and it works Ron sees and gets a bit jelous but doesn’t say anything . When everyone’s asleep y/n is downstairs and George comes down and I can choose how they end up doing it ❤️

Pretty Witch

A/N: OKAY, so love the whole cheeky/sweet George vibe in this one. Definitely made him a sweet, but sexy boy as well. I pretty much-incorporated everything asked for, so I hope you enjoy! As always, I would love any feedback and more requests as well!

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (female) intercourse, mild choking, mild slapping, some mentions of sadness, kissing

Word Count: 2.8k

The breakup a couple months ago had absolutely ripped your heart to shreds. You couldn’t fathom the idea that Ron had the desire to leave you for somebody else, let alone Lavender Brown. While you pushed back the consuming feelings of her to spare your mutual friends the hardship of having to walk on eggshells around you and Ron, you couldn’t help but feel them all flooding back over the holiday break at the Burrow. Although you felt out of place being there with the rest of your friends and the Weasley family, Molly insisted that since you and Ron had just gotten on better terms again, that you spend your annually designated time with them. Unable to say no to her, as she had become somewhat of a second mother to you, you obliged with her wishes and found yourself spending half of the holiday break at the Burrow with your friends, as well as Lavender who’d also been invited by Ron this year.

While things had been running surprisingly smoothly throughout the entirety of the visit so far, you couldn’t help but feel the stinging pains emitting from your chest when you watched Ron and Lavender together. You were standing in the kitchen wearing nothing more than a big Christmas sweater with some shorts just barely peeking out from underneath as you watched them snuggle up on the couch together. Lost in your sorely over-analytical gaze, you didn’t hear as George walked up to lean his backside against the counter right next to you.

“How ya holding up, pretty witch?” he says, slightly nudging your arm with his much larger one.

You felt a slight blush creep up on your face upon hearing the faint compliment. While you were used to Fred and George as you were pretty much always around them, there was still a part of you that wasn’t quite used to the random flattery emitting from the two of them.

“I’m doing fine I suppose. Just came to grab a drink. It’s pretty chilly upstairs,” you say motioning towards the half-drunken hot chocolate in your hands.

George took notice at the way your words contradicted the sadness hidden in the back of your eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel his own chest ache at the sight of it. Though you had always been with Ron, there was a part of him that couldn’t help but feel his little brother was undeserving of you. While he’d never go out of his way to make a move on you or anything, he was taking your newly single status as a way to get a bit closer to you than he could have before.

“Sure we could find another way to warm up,” he says in a teasing manner before shooting you a cheeky wink.

You laugh with widened eyes in slight disbelief at the comment before giving his folded arms a playful slap from your position next to him. You’d never really given the younger twin much thought before, partially because you’d always felt bad anytime your mind wandered over to catch a quick peek at his lengthy stature over the years. However, you couldn’t help but let the slight meaningless flattery distract you from your hurt at that moment.

Without realizing it, while he couldn’t necessarily hear it, Ron captured the whole encounter from his position in the living room and couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of jealousy spark in the pit of his stomach.

Over the span of the next couple of days, you constantly found that George was in your company anytime you found yourself alone which furthermore, was driving Ron absolutely mad. The two of you somewhat knew what you were doing, however, it didn’t feel wrong enough to stop. While it had started as a bit of fun to initially take your mind off of his idiot brother, George couldn’t help but bask in the seductive ambiance he had created between the two of you. Honestly, you hated to admit that the fun and secretiveness of your actions was absolutely thrilling.

One night at dinner, you found yourself sitting next to George towards the end of the table. While you weren’t directly across from Ron, you sat diagonal to him in his position next to Lavender. As the loud and chaotic Weasley dinner commenced, you felt George’s knee slip into a position to where it rested against your own underneath the table. While it wasn’t a big gesture, you couldn’t help but smile as you looked down at the sight before returning to the food in front of you. As you looked up, you found yourself met with Ron’s sharp fuming gaze to the side of you. Making eye contact, you squint your eyebrows in confusion at him as if to ask what was wrong. Brushing you off swiftly, he wrapped an arm around Lavender before sitting back in his chair to focus on the conversation happening amongst everyone at the table.

You felt your chest tighten slightly as you briskly looked down at the plate of food in front of you as your eyes glistened with hurt. While you hadn’t noticed, George watched the whole encounter between the two of you and looked at you playing with the food on your plate with a look of sympathy. He leaned his hand over slightly to rest it on the fleshy part of your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze. While the action wasn’t in an inherently sexual way, more just a reminder that you had someone, you felt quaint butterflies swarm through the pit of your stomach at his mere touch.

Your eyes quickly dry back to their usual state before you tilt your head back to meet his compassionate gaze. Giving one another a small smile, the two of you direct your attention back to the conversation erupting across the entirety of the table.

Later in the night, much after everyone had gone to sleep, you found yourself tossing and turning in Bill’s room. Since the older boys didn’t come home until much closer to the actual holiday, Molly often put you and any remaining visitors in their rooms until the time came to rearrange. That said, you still couldn’t shake the slight pain that lingered in your chest from today’s actions. While they weren’t new by any means, you couldn’t shake the afflicting feelings of seeing them together.

Deciding that you weren’t going to find the slip into the sweet solace of sleep anytime soon, you decide to creep down the creaky steps to grab a drink from the kitchen. Upon entering the room, you grab a glass and fill it with water as you look out the windows facing the large whimsical field just outside the Burrow.

Upon turning around from your meaningful gaze out the window, you are met with a half-asleep shirtless George practically tiptoeing his large frame down the steps. After giving his eyes a good rub, he jumps nearly a foot in the air upon seeing you leaning against the counter gazing back at him.

“Merlin Y/N! That’s a good way to nearly give someone a heart attack,” he whisper shouts as he dramatically puts a hand on his bare chest. You giggle quietly at his actions and put the glass you’d been holding in the sink next to you.

“Sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be awake, let alone sneaking down the stairs at this hour,” you state while motioning your head towards him. Your quiet and half-hearted tone is nearly all he needed to put together why you hadn’t found yourself fast asleep yet.

“Couldn’t sleep then eh?” he asks while leaning half of his body on the counter a couple of paces in front of your own. You shake your head gently looking down to fiddle with your fingers for a second.

“No, just kept tossing and turning tonight. Why are you up?” you ask in an attempt to take the spotlight off of yourself. A smirk creeps up on the side of his lips as he absorbs your question before he takes a step closer to you, leaving your bodies mere inches apart.

“If I’m being honest, thought I might have heard a pretty witch sneaking about. Thought I’d better see what you were up to,” he says as he brings his larger hand up to gently snake a piece of your lazily bed-ridden hair behind your ear. You feel your skin flush a deep red at the combination of his words and his slight touch as an uncontrollable smile meets your lips.

“Is that so?” you say, looking up to meet his now deep chocolate brown eyes peering down at your own.

“Indeed it is. Just wanted to see if you were okay,” he admits, stroking the side of your cheek slightly with the back of his coarse hand.

Your eyes watch his intently as you begin to feel the radiating sense of burning desire course between your two bodies. While you weren’t sure what the motivation was from, the only thing on your mind at that moment was the slight part of his plump red lips and how they were mere inches from your own. Watching you as your eyes dart between his own and the lips on his lower face, without thinking any further, George moved both of his hands to cup your cheeks, engulfing you in a passionate kiss.

After so many months of not finding such desirable solace in anyone else, you let yourself go into his lips as he snakes his arms down around your waist to deepen the kiss even further. Letting your hands slide up from the midst of his torso to attach behind his neck, you poke your tongue out to gently glide it along his bottom lip to subtly ask for entrance. Upon doing so, the two of you find yourselves in a heated embrace desperately letting your hands roam the curvature of each other’s bodies. Gripping one of your smaller hands from the place in which they cup the side of his cheek, he gently pulls away and searches your eyes from any discomfort.

“Do you wan-” he begins to say before you swiftly cut him off.

“Yes. Please,” you breathe out as you stare up at him with eyes filled with needy desperation.

Taking your comment with a smirk, he dives his lips back into your before making his way down your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses to the end of your exposed skin. Letting one hand glide between your legs, he gently begins to rub you through the sheer dainty material of your panties.

“No shorts?” he breathes out in between sucking sweet spots and other various places amongst your collarbone.

“Like I said, didn’t think anyone would be down here,” you retort back as you let one of your hands grip the ginger locks falling from the back of his head.

Teasingly tsking into your skin, he uses two fingers to push the middle of your underwear to the side before gently running them through your slick folds. Letting out a soft moan at his touch, he brings his face up just barely in front of yours before shushing you quietly. Placing a soft peck to your lips, he crouches down to his knees.

He sucks dark patches into the smooth skin on your thighs before prompting you to spread them open with a slight swat to the back of your right thigh. Biting your lip at the action, you bring yourself to spread your legs open just enough while leaning back on the counter. He gradually kisses up the middle of your thighs, frequently hopping from one to the other, before diving into your throbbing core. You bite your lip as you throw your head back in an attempt to muffle the sounds aching to flee your mouth. Chucking against your folds, George moves his tongue to hungrily lap at your entrance which furthermore entices a needy squirm of your hips as the vibrations race through you. He brings a hand up to rub figure-eight motions on the bundle of nerves between your folds as you desperately buck your hips in rhythm with his tongue. Feeling the knot tightening in the pit of your stomach, you bring your hands to handle a firm grip on his ginger locks before bringing him closer to your sex.

Feeling you squirm above him, he replaces his tongue with two fingers as he encompasses your aching clit with a harsh suck. The stimulation alone is enough to send you over the edge, however, it’s not until you look down and are met with his darkened lust-filled eyes between your legs that you feel the tightness in the pit of your stomach snap. Biting even harsher on the bottom of your lip, you feel your eyes flutter as the surge of pure ecstasy courses throughout the entirety of your body, from your core all the way up your spine. George resumes his places between your legs as he laps up your release before you gently push his head away from the overstimulation.

While standing back up from between your legs, he entraps your lips in a heavy and passionate kiss as he lifts you up to set you on top of the kitchen counter. Too entranced by the gaze from his darkened eyes, you barely seem to notice as he frees himself from the band of his pajama pants. You bite your lip as you watch him pump himself a couple of times before moving your head to leave open-mouthed kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone. Gripping your face between his pointer finger and his thumb, he jerks your head back to lock you in a sloppy kiss before moving both of his hands down to grip your leaned-back waist.

Using one hand to hold you steady and the other to align himself with your entrance, he slowly thrusts himself into you inch by inch furthermore, emitting a semi-loud moan from your throat and a subtle hiss from his own. He quickly uses his now free hand to clench it around your throat before sushing you once more.

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet, hmm?” he mumbles with a smirk on his lips as he stares into your pitiful lust-filled eyes.

“You’re just so big,” you breathe out from underneath him as you allow yourself to adjust to his size. Taking a few seconds to feel comfortable, you give him a slight nod as an indication to begin.

While at first, the thrusts were slow in order for the both of you to adjust to the new intertwined feeling, George gradually sped up to the point where he was pounding you into the counter. You brace your arms on each of his shoulders as your nails dig crescent-shaped lines into the freckled-covered skin beneath them. Intertwining your lips together, the two of you muffle the sweet moans emitting from one another’s mouths as you absolutely lose yourselves in the pleasure being received from the other. As this continued, you felt his thrusts gradually begin to sputter as you clenched yourself around his throbbing member inside of you desperately trying to find release in the recurring tightening knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Dipping his head into the crevice of the side of your neck, he sucked on your sweet spot slightly while drilling into you faster and harder than he had before. Leaning your head back slightly you feel yourself grip him tighter as you feel yourself unfold in his arms which have slid around your waist to hold you even closer than before. Your legs shook from the pure electricity that erupted from the midst of your core to eventually spread to every nerve ending in your body. Upon feeling your sweet release around him, George buried himself inside of you before spilling the thick white ropes inside your clenched walls.

Pulling out of you slowly, he grabbed his wand quickly to mutter a cleansing spell for the two of you. Upon being cleaned up, the two of you caught your breaths as he planted a sweet peck to the top of your head. Seeing as how you weren’t tired before, you definitely found sleep knocking on the door of your mind as you, with George’s help, slid down off of the kitchen counter.

“Why don’t you come sleep with me tonight? Sure it’s better than sleeping in Bill’s musty old room,” he teases as he guides you with one hand on the small of your back towards the stairs.

You nod your head swiftly before the two of you creep up the stairs in an attempt to not wake anybody in the surrounding rooms up. George subtly guided you into his room before placing a lone finger to his lips before motioning his head towards Fred’s sprawled frame in the midst of his bed. Sliding down quietly under the covers on his warm bed, George pulls you in from behind to wrap you up in a tender spooning position. Just as you feel the sweet solace of sleep creeping up on you, you feel George’s grip tighten slightly around your waist before he mutters you a sweet goodnight.

“Sleep well, pretty witch.”

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redspite · 3 years

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hi hi, do you write vee poly! weasley twins x reader? (no incest hence the vee poly!) if so could you write one where the boys are super protective of the reader and the reader is just rlly sweet and innocent. literally just write whatever you want, i suck at requesting things :p

We Know So

A/N: I’ve never written for the twins in a polyamorous relationship before, BUT I gave it my best shot and it’s something that I’d be super open to writing about again! I pretty much just wrote a little scene that popped up in my head when I wrote this, so it’s not super long. I hope that you enjoy it and feel free to send in more ideas or concepts!!

Pairing: Poly!Weasley Twins x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of harsh words/bullying?, sad reader and comforting twins

Word Count: 1.3k

It was at the end of the school day that you had found yourself sitting in the company of your own downcasted headspace. While this was the time in which you would typically meet up with your boyfriends, you found that after today’s events you had just wanted to curl up and hide. Though you couldn’t have picked a worse place to sulk as you sat in the corner of the courtyard under the protection of the giant tree’s shadow.

You typically weren’t one to mope around over the effects of other people’s words, but today Cormac made a comment in regards to your relationship with Fred and George, and you couldn’t seem to shake the lingering feeling that came along with it. You were usually so understanding when people came to you with questions in regard to the dynamic, which you were always happy to answer and clarify, however, Cormac expressed that you essentially were going to run out of Weasley’s to sleep with if you kept up your current pace. While you usually let these things fall right off of your shoulders, this one seemed to latch to you as you hated the idea that that image of you was going around amongst your fellow classmates.

Being so lost in thought, you failed to hear the ongoing hollars booming through the corridors for you emitting from a very confused Fred and George. As the boys walk into the courtyard, Fred spots you sitting against the back of a giant oak tree with your knees curled up to your chest. Your head rested gently on top of your knees as your tear-stained face pointed to the safety of the brick wall next to you. Upon seeing your hair slightly drooping to the side, he gives George an elbow as he quietly motions his head towards your sitting figure. Giving his brother a subtle nod, the two walk over just quiet enough to where they don’t disturb your sniffling frame.

“What are you doing out here, pretty girl?” George softly questions before sliding down next to you.

“Been waiting for you over in the corridor. What’s the matter?” Fred adds as he plops himself down on the other side of you.

You take a couple of seconds to collect yourself before wiping the still silently flowing tears from your cheeks. Avoiding their gentle gazes on either side of your face, you keep your head tilted down at your hands as you twiddle your thumbs.

“I was just having a rough day. Needed a minute,” you sniffle as you start to feel the pool of tears blur your vision once more.

“Just a rough day, hmm?” George ponders as he brings his hand to rub the nape of your neck in a soothing manner.

You nod your head slightly as the tears stream down the side of your rosy cheeks, leaving a small puddle on the back of your hand. Gently bringing a hand up to push a strand of your silky hair behind the back of your ear, Fred takes a finger and brushes off the tears from the stickiness of your cheeks.

“Do you wanna talk about it,” the aforementioned boy asks quietly in an attempt to ease your slight heaves. Taking a couple of seconds to collect your breathing to a slower staggering rate, you let out a deep breath as you go to explain the situation.

“Cormac s-said that if I kept up my pace, I would run out of W-Weasley’s to sleep with,” you sputter out before tilting your head to look at George’s sympathetic gaze.

While the initial feeling of rage overcame both boys, George immediately hid it when he saw your innocent wide-doe eyes glistening up at him. Seeing as how he knew he needed to be there for you at that moment, he let out a small breath before bringing a hand to stroke the dampness of your cheek which made you lean into his gentle touch. Deciding that you couldn’t keep it together at that point, you dove your head into the boy’s chest to let out a quiet string of sobs. Immediately wrapping his arms around you, he cradled your head in one hand while the other rubbed broad circles into the small of your back.

“Shh sh sh. It’s alright, darling,” he quietly coos, turning to share a glance at his brother who's settled for soothingly rubbing your thigh.

That said, he was doing a lot better at concealing his anger than Fred. As he felt the material of his sweater dampen at the feeling of your warm tears puddling on it, he saw the flush of red overcoming Fred’s face all the way from his neck. He could tell the boy was already entranced in thinking of all the way to get back at Cormac, and quite frankly he was starting to think that he might just up and leave to find him right then and there. Sharing a glance with his twin, George shakes his head slightly as to say that his focus needed to be here on you right now.

Immediately snapping himself back to the situation at hand, Fred shuffled himself a bit closer to you as he gave the arm hiding your face a gentle tug. Slowly creeping out from where you found comfort in George’s chest, you revealed your pitiful reddened and puffy eyes to the redheaded boy to the side of you.

“Hey. You don’t believe any of that mess now, do you?” he questions, giving you an expectant look.

“No. I just don’t want people to look at us like that,” you hiccup, slightly moving to wipe your nose with the back of your hand.

“Cormac’s got less than two bloody brain cells. I highly doubt that anyone here could land on such a stupid opinion,” he shoots back with an infamous Weasley smile as his gentle tone contradicts the harshness of his words.

Letting out a small laugh at the shot at Cormac, you sniffle a bit as you nod your head in response. Looking over at the boy once more, you can see the way his eyes shimmer once more at the tone of your laugh. The way his face has softened back to his naturally goofy visage makes you feel as if you’re in the safest spot in the entire world.

“You really think so?” you ask as your voice cracks in the midst of your question.

“Darling, we know so,” George responds, tilting his head down to catch your eyes.

As the moments pass, the three of you sit in the courtyard as the boys tell you about their day and ideas of future pranks in attempts to cheer you up. While the thoughts of reprimanding Cormac still lay in the back of their minds, seeing you smile and giggle at that moment was the only priority. After your eyes have gone down in puffiness and your cheeks subtly form your natural glow once more, the three of you walk back up to their shared dorm in an attempt to relax a bit before dinner.

This is typically what these scenarios entailed for the three of you. While you never really took comments such as these to heart, there were some days in which they were just the cherry on top of an already rough day. You seemingly would be upset, due to the sheer fact that you’re sweet mind couldn’t wrap around the idea that people would go out of their way to bring down something they didn’t entirely understand, and there were your boys always there to comfort you and bring you back to reality. George was typically the more nurturing of the two, while Fred’s mind immediately took him to wanting to reprimand the person who’d made you upset because nothing hurt him worse than seeing you cry. And you can best bet that Cormac was the unfortunate victim of the infamous Weasley pranks for weeks on end due to Fred’s stubborn and grudge-holding nature. While at first, you felt bad, you found that it did make you feel a lot better to see the unfavorable boy on the receiving end of maybe one too many pranks.

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redspite · 3 years

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Forever Just Isn’t Enough - George Weasley

Title: Forever Just Isn’t Enough Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Fingering, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cockwarming, feeling full kink ?? again idk if that’s a real thing but oh well Extra Warnings: major character death!! Minor character death. Slightly alcoholism, unhealthy coping mechanisms, grief and dealing with grief, one comment that could allude to suicide, mentions of death and infant loss, mentions of blood and blood loss. Mentions of injuries. Mentions of childbirth. Summary: just when things seem like they can finally fall into place, everything nearly falls apart. Will George and Y/N really get their forever? Or will their dreams crumble around them? A/N: summary is shit but here it is! Here is its, the mammoth that is good girl part 3!! This fic has been nearly a month in the making and it is officially the longest thing I’ve ever written!! It’s 23k words so buckle up! This really is the final part, and I have definitely become attached to this universe. Everything in italics is flashbacks!! I would like to give a huge thanks to @pineapplesandpinas who left a reply on one of my posts that actually inspired this fic! I’d also like to give a huge thanks to the person who gave me some editing help and is coincidentally the person who requested this in the first place, I hope you like it!! As always feedback is welcome! Tags: @feltondarling @pandaxnienke @raerae27 @allforthexgame @pigwidgexn @hufflrpuffforfred @wand3ringr0s3 @whiz-bangs78 @gcdric @starlightweasley @vogueweasley @theweasleysredhair @dracoswhore007 @lexymoniqu @amourtentiaa @mischiefisbeingmanaged Read Part 1 here, Read Part 2 here

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Y/N’s chest heaves with deep breathes as she runs down a corridor, watching walls crumble as they get hit with stray curses. She used to be able to walk through Hogwarts with her eyes closed and know exactly where she was in any given moment. But now her heart hammers in her chest as she stands at the junction of two different hallways, unsure of where they’ll lead her. Y/N can hear footsteps barreling towards her, and in a moment of panic she heads to the left, gripping her wand tightly in her hand.

Her legs carry her as fast as they can down the hallway as she silently prays to find someone she knows. By the time she clambered into the room of requirement from the passageway that starts at the Hogs Head Inn preparations for the impending battle were already in full swing and the Order was spread out around the entire castle. Y/N had caught a flash of red hair as she helped Cho Chang cast a protection spell, but by the time she turned her head it was already gone. Death Eaters reached the castle nearly 30 minutes ago, and Y/N has been on her own the entire time, casting curses and spells at them as she searched for Ginny or Hermione. For George. She’s already seen a few bodies lying still on the floor, and her heart is in her stomach with the thought that George could be one of them. Laying lifeless in some hallway all by himself.

Y/N starts to slow down as a wall approaches and she can hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. A dead end. The footsteps behind her persist, and she has no choice but to stop as she reaches the end of the hallway, turning around to face her fate. She raises her wand as she looks at the person coming up towards her, but it falters slightly as a familiar face stops just a few feet away. “Adrian?”

Adrian grins as he takes a few steps closer to Y/N, but it’s not the same fond smile he’d shared with her many times. It’s wicked, evil almost and Y/N tries to swallow the lump that’s suddenly formed in her throat as memories of the last time she’d seen Adrian come swirling to the forefront of her mind.

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redspite · 3 years

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Teapots, Secret Passageways and Forever - George Weasley

Title: Teapots, Secret Passageways and Forever Pairing: George x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Warnings: NSFW!!! Dirty talk, fingering, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, orgasm denial, light spanking, degredation. Summary: turns out falling in love with your enemy is more complicated that George and Y/N thought. A/N: here it is, the sequel to good girl!! This actually ended up turning out differently than I thought I would and im not sure how I feel about that but I’m gonna upload it anyway otherwise it will quite literally never end up on here haha. But anyway, feedback is always appreciated/welcome!! Read part 1 here!

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George lets out a sigh, causing Y/N to glare up at him. He had promised to be good when Y/N agreed to let him tag along with her to the library, but they’ve only been there for 20 minutes and this is already the 5th time he’s let out a deep sigh. George grins at her, and even though she wants to be mad, Y/N finds him too adorable to even act like she’s mad.

Y/N rests her chin on her hand, just letting herself watch George for a moment. It’s hard for her to believe that just a few months ago she hated his guts, because now just the sight of George makes her feel dizzy with love. “What do you want, George?”

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redspite · 3 years

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Good Girl - George Weasley

Title: Good Girl Pairing: George x female!slytherin!Reader Summary: George has been the reader’s enemy since their first year at Hogwarts together and now, in their final year the universe keeps throwing them together in ways that make the reader question why she ever hated George in the first place. Warnings: NSFW!! Slight Dom!george, begging, slight orgasm denial, thigh riding, oral (Male and female receiving), throat fucking, fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex A/N: The summary is shit but it’s an enemies to lovers slow burn. Seriously this is 22k words I lost control. This is for @those-born-to-fight who wanted some enemies to lovers with a Slytherin reader! There’s two different ~spicy~ scenes and the tiniest touch of angst towards the end. Feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!

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“God, do they ever just shut up?” Y/N grumbles, getting up to slam the door to her compartment closed. Adrian and Marcus laugh at her, but immediately stop when she glares at them, not wanting to face the consequences of annoying Y/N further.

There are very few things that Y/N outright hates. The list of things that mildly annoy her is quite long, but she reserves the word hate for only those special things that make her want to rip her hair out at the mere mention of them. Fred and George Weasley happen to be at the top of that list.

Like most students, Y/N had been enamored by the twins and their antics at first. Despite the fact that many of their practical jokes were aimed at members of her house and Snape, she found them quite funny. She had even thought about befriending the twins, the rivalry between their houses be damned. But after finding herself on the receiving end of a few too many Weasley practical jokes, she had begun to loathe them.

“I don’t know why you let them get under your skin,” Daphne comments, her tone dry and dull. Despite the fact that her eyes haven’t left the copy of Witch Weekly she’s flipping through, Y/N knows she’s been watching her fidget as the Weasley twins got rowdier and rowdier from their compartment down the hall.

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here’s where you can find all my George Weasley fics!

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Enough - George Weasley

Title: Enough Pairing: George x Fem!Reader, Adrian Pucey x Fem!Reader Summary: Losing the girl of his dreams was never in George’s plan, and watching her marry someone else certainly wasn’t either. He can only hope that it’s not too late to make things right. Warning: mentions of vomiting, alcohol abuse and comments that can be references to child abuse, but nothing is specifically mentioned. A/N: I combined two different requests for this one because they were pretty similar! So this is for the anons who wanted George crashing the wedding off the woman he loves! Feedback is always welcome!! Tags: @feltondarling @pandaxnienke @raerae27 @thefifthweasley

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“There’s my girl,” George greets happily as Y/N skips towards him out of the Arithmancy classroom. He’s still slightly out of breath from running there from Herbology, but it doesn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist and lifting her up slightly.

“George!” Y/N giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck when he finally puts her back on the ground. “You can’t have missed me that much,” she teases, before pulling him down into a brief kiss. “You could have just waited for me in Transfiguration.”

George kisses Y/N again briefly before he grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers. They head towards McGonagall’s classroom slowly as the hall starts to fill with students heading towards the last lesson of the day. “I could have waited for you. But I wanted to walk you to class. I’m a gentleman after all, Y/N.”

“Mhm, sure you are,” Y/N teases, a pink flush on her cheeks.

George truly is her prince charming come to life. Despite the fact that they’ve been together for over three years, George is still finding ways to surprise Y/N and make her feel special. Every evening before a big test there’s a red rose and a bar of her favorite chocolate on her pillow, whenever she gets ready to leave school for a holiday break one of George’s jumpers ends up folded neatly in her trunk and most days George runs across the castle to make sure he can walk Y/N to class, even if it makes him late for his own.

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crossed wires - g.w

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader, Platonic Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: George has always felt second best to Fred. He’s never blamed Fred, of course, but the jealousy is getting to be too much when he’s convinced the girl of his dreams is in love with his twin. Warnings: Miscommunication, jealousy, swearing Word Count: 3k

A/N: Oh look it’s Fae who can’t go three fics without writing friends to lovers with miscommunication wah. I combined two requests I got so I hope both of the anons enjoy it!! Also thank you to the lovely Zahra who once again helped me with a title <3

taglist: @amourtentiaa @whizboingies @harrysweasleys @lumos-barnes @weelittleweasley @freds-slut @starlightweasley @weasleyclaw @spacexcowgirl @lumosandnoxwriting @peroxide-prinxcesss (sorry your tag isnt working D:)

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It was a nice, warm spring day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and as usual, George finds Y/N sitting by the lake with a muggle book in her hand. Her usual weekend plan was simple, all she ever wanted to do was read, catching up on the story she’d left behind the weekend before.

It was one of the things George loved about her, that she was always able to sneak a book in somewhere and lose herself in the pages no matter what chaos was going on at the time. He stood a bit behind her, admiring her for a brief moment. Her hair was pulled up into space buns, loose pieces of hair falling and framing her face as she shook her head to move them out of her sight. She was curled up on a blanket she’d dragged down from Gryffindor tower and she was leaning against the tree right at the shore of the lake.

“Oi, Y/L/N!” George yelled and while he immediately regretted disturbing her, the cute look on her face she gave him for interrupting it made his heart swoon. “What do you want, Weasley?”

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forever, i choose you

desc: he’s always been everyone’s second choice, in every aspect of his life. george weasley just wants to be someone’s first.

word count: 3.9k

pairing: george weasley x muggle!reader

warning(s): idk you might cry, i sure did but what else is new. loneliness/discussion of sexual content/idk

A/N: i still have no motivation to write and/or read. and it’s the absolute worst. but i wrote the bulk of this story back in december/the beginning of january, and i figured maybe i’d try and write the ending and publish it and see if it’ll spark any inspiration in me. i’m real, real, real sorry if i haven’t gotten to your fics to read (i’ve got them all saved!) i just don’t know what’s wrong with me atm and it’s THE WORST. also it might evoke more emotion if you listen to this while reading this lil fic. thank you, to all of you, for your support and patience, always.

disclaimer: i do not give consent for my work to be posted on ANY other platform.

Seven-year-old George Weasley watched with wide eyes and a goofy grin as his father twirled his mother in the family space of their normally bustling and loud home. But tonight, the Burrow was quiet. Everyone was already sound asleep, his five brothers and his younger sister. George should be too, but he just couldn’t fall asleep no matter how much he tried. He fidgeted uncomfortably in his sheets and kept groaning, and it wasn’t long before his twin brother Fred threw a few pillows at his face, and eventually, George decided to get up and go for a stroll.

He hid strategically on the staircase so his parents wouldn’t see that he was still wide awake at nearly midnight, and he watched as they swayed lightly to the music emitting from somewhere in the house. It was light as a feather, the music, a small piano tune that echoed through the lower level, its sounds traveling effortlessly up the stairs of the home. Mr. Weasley dipped his wife and Mrs. Weasley giggled like some of the young girls George had seen in the village, kind of a nervous giggle, and he watched her blush. He saw his mother placed her head gently on Mr. Weasley’s chest and they both closed their eyes, and George wondered if they were happy to have a moment of peace without their seven children running around causing mayhem.

He wondered if they danced like this every evening, after everyone had already gone to bed.

George noticed a weird sort of feeling in his chest; he wondered why his heart was hurting. Was it because there was something wrong? But then he realized that wasn’t the case, for the aching in his heart came from his pure desire to find exactly what his mum and dad had – a love like none other, with seven children, a home with multiple stories, and more treacle tarts than one needs.

He vowed in that moment, as he watched his parents from the staircase and tapped his foot quietly in rhythm with the music, that he’d find love like that one day.

He wanted someone to choose him first, just like his parents chose one another.

He brought his hand to his chest, as if to calm his rapidly beating heart, for the sheer idea of finding a love like theirs filled him with such excitement that he was certain he wouldn’t be able to sleep now. Seven-year-old George Weasley laid in bed, ignoring the soft snores from his twin across the room, his eyes wide with wonder as he dreamt of the woman he’d dance with one day.

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hopping on the idea of the joking if a guys fuck is small.... all i can imagine is george laughing and the. absolutely destroying me and mocking me for saying it

bitch i once read from this girl who had shifted that george’s dick is 12 inches, i was gagged

Explicit content below! It contains mentions of degradation kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, belly bulge.

"You're just a slut who enjoys being fucked, right?"

His dirty words echoed in the room you shared, and you could only moan shakily in response. Your body trembled slightly from being overstimulated — he had made you cum twice already, and apparently, he had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

"But you also enjoy telling lies, I see."

George held your hips firmly, only enough to leave light purplish bruises on your soft skin. A safeword had been obviously discussed beforehand, but you felt no need to use it. You were well aware that he would always take good care of you and prioritize your well being, no matter what.

"What did you say earlier?" His grip on your skin became tighter, but you felt pleasure and lust burning on your insides. Deep down, you wanted to be punished for what you had done, mostly because he would be the one to punish you.

Your lungs tried to capture all the existing air in order to form a coherent sentence, but you still stammered and whimpered under his touch. "I-I said that y-y..."

The tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, and you instantly lose track of thought. Being sensitive as you already were, you gave in to pleasure in a heartbeat once more, and there you were: moaning and squirming, entirely dominated by George Weasley.

"Hmm? What are you trying to say?" He brushed up against you faster, and you arched your back. You also tried pushing yourself further, only to end the distance between the two of you, but his sharp and dark eyes captured every single one of your movements.

"You get fucked when I say so, understood?" If that were possible, you got even more aroused after listening to his words. Your clit throbbed with excitement, and your cunt ached for his cock. "Now be a good girl, use your words and tell me what you said earlier."

While one of his hands still kept a tight grip on your hips, the other one traveled up to your right breast. He continued cooing you to repeat your previous statements with the filthiest of the words and with short flicks to your nipple.

"I-I said that your...d-d-dick is small."

At the end of your sentences, he finally thrust deep into you, his member reaching your g-spot so effortlessly. George was far from being small, but teasing him had gotten to your head. He was thick and big, but you still took all of him so well, both of you moaning at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.

"Does that feel small to you, princess?" He moved at a painfully slow pace, but you could feel every inch of him filling you up, stretching you out, and giving the greatest level of lust you have ever experienced.

So he fucked you. He fucked you relentlessly, alternating between slow, deep thrusts and fast, sloppy thrusts. You were completely his at that moment.

However, he was fucking you so deeply that something caught his eye.

On your lower stomach area, the outlines of his shaft were faintly visible. He watched his cock disappearing and reappearing repeat and hypnotically, a novel hunger bursting inside his core.

"Just look at that..." The way he moved became significantly slower, and the bulge on your skin was more prominent now. He moved sensually at that moment, his eyes never leaving your lower stomach. "I'm so fucking big that I can watch myself almost destroying you."

George chuckled mostly to himself, but the sounds produced by his throat sent shivers down your spine. After a while, he stopped moving and just stared at the bulge still present underneath your skin.

With one of his hands, he pressed down onto it, and you gasped, something new exploding inside you. Your reaction also provoked something in him because, before any of you could realize, your orgasms were coming over you.

He moaned deep and uncontrollably as he released his seed inside you, thick ropes painting your insides. His cock twitched in you, and you clenched around him, a perfect symphony created wordlessly between the two of you.

It took one minute or two until you and George were both settled next to each other, chests still rising and falling back down and silhouettes trembling weakly. That was, by far, one of the best intimate moments you had ever shared, and it baffled you how he had so easily left you speechless.

Although a couple more minutes flew by, he was the one to break the silence and to talk to you.

"I hope you changed your mind on my dick being small, babe. If not, just give me some minutes, and I’ll be ready to fuck you again. Can you take it, though?"

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