George Weasley X You - Blog Posts

Y/n: [standing outside George's window with a "PROM?" sign]

Fred: [leaning out the window] Oh, my God, YES!

Y/n: NO! TELL GEORGE!

Fred: George, I'm going to prom with your girlfriend!

Smut headcanons: George Weasley.

[Notes: Well, a little love to my man, bless his hands.

Also, I'm sorry if there's any mistakes, english isn't my first language. And I'm sorry for taking so long]

WARNINGS: NSFW! CONTENT, thigh riding, slightly Dom/sub, hand kink (?), sexual innuendo in public (but not so clear), a little vainilla.

Honestly, having sex for George Weasley had never been a priority.

Sure he enjoyed it, but he never found it to be something to get addicted to.

He remembered fifth year, how his friend Lee would throw his head back talking about the wonderful blow job that a girl had given him. It was never like that for him.

Sure he had his tastes and Lee his, but even when he was pulling a girl's hair in sixth year, something he had been dreaming about a few months ago, it didn't feel so great. It was weird, he even thought his friends were pretending how much they liked sex.

But he also knew that he had never loved any girl he had sex with.

So when Fred and George hired you to serve customers in their store, he hung around you for about a year, unable to touch you.

It was unbearable, you stayed away because you didn't want to get involved with someone from work and less a boss as direct as George.

But not being able to touch you drove him crazy. He had to watch you flit all over the place every day, unable to do anything, just look at you and have little talks.

It was no surprise that after a few more in-depth talks in the backstore, you finally said yes to a date and it ended up with the two of you in bed.

That time it was definitely something, the two of them came fast and hard, looking into each other's eyes and forgetting about everything.

It was devastating for George, who soon dragged you into his arms and fell asleep in your bed.

You both didn't get their hands off each other in the morning either, not at breakfast either, and at the end you had a quickie before George rushed to lunch at The Burrow.

Of course when he showed up to his parents' house in yesterday's clothes, wet hair and sparkling eyes Fred couldn't help but laugh out loud and annoy him for the rest of the afternoon.

But he didn't care, he was so caught up in that feeling that there wasn't anything but your walls enveloping him that he hardly noticed.

Almost without hesitation, after lunch and spending a few hours in the company of his family, he returned home and took his time with you.

Well you took your time with him, you rode him looking into his eyes, his hands clenching your thighs and your fingers digging into his hair and pulling every time it was too much.

George wouldn't believe there was a whole world outside of the bed he shared with you.

You looked like the owner of the world while you rode it, with your skin shining and your breast bouncing.

He became a little addicted the first months.

So of course you two had a lot of quickies.

And with that he became a little too touchy.

Kissing your neck and lips while he's passing next to you at work.

Grabbing your hips from behind when you couldn't reach the cabinets to help you get something.

Gently pull the strands of your hair when they tease each other.

Rubbing his crotch with your butt when he had to pass and the hallway was small for both of us (this happened more times than expected).

And holding your hand all the time, if there wasn't a good reason to let you hand go, he wouldn't release your fingers.

The bad and good thing we're that all of this things were things that he did during sex. So you would be at least a little turned on after these.

He also loves teasing you about how wet you are after that.

"How is it that my baby is wet after a little neck kiss? You must be thinking about me all the time."

You would act as if you were really mad, but you would let him drag you into a closet and fingering you to a wonderful release.

You would also love give him a hand job, it just felt the right way with him in your hand, going up and down as you pleased.

Everytime that you would give him a hand job, his own hands wouldn't be still.

He will let his hands grab your hips, then when you got him all nervous, his hands would go up and grab your tits.

He probably needed the support anyway, you loved to mess with him.

And then your wrist, his bin hand around your wrist to stop you when it would be too much.

"That's it, make me cum now or I won't let it feel nice for you."

He never fullfil that warning, he loved too much seeing you orgasm that the opportunity wouldn't be lost, even if you are the one who receives the pleasure.

You two tried a lot of things in bed, not all of them went good, but nothing felt glorious in a way that you couldn't live without it.

One of the things that went good was thigh riding, from both of you.

He loved seeing you riding him, it didn't matter that it wasn't his dick, he loved you riding him in anyway.

And when he was riding your thigh it would be a great view.

He would have to adjust to your position, sometimes crouching down and other times almost standing on his tiptoes.

And the he would be moving his hips, rubbing with his pants still on, on your leg. Sometimes you would unzip them and give him a manual job, other times you would make him cum on his pants.

He was definitely a switch, for the little dom/sub that you both tried.

It was good, but mostly of the time you two wouldn't want to think about an scene, you guys would just want to fuck while getting lost on eachother's eyes.

It was healing for you two having that kind of connection during sex.

You both love it.

shut up…and kiss me

gn!reader x george weasley

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summary: y/n is tired of the stupid pranks the Weasley twins pull, but despite this, they can’t help but find one of them so lovable.

“It’s every day with these stupid pranks.”

“You don’t have to take the fun out of everything,” Lee says with a grin. We’re sitting at our table in the back of the charms classroom. The class has just ended, but Lee and I have nowhere to be. Somehow, we lucked out with having a free period before lunch, giving us extra time to goof off.

“I just want to pass this class. I shouldn’t have to worry which class the Weasley twins will blow up next.” Lee rolls his eyes, but I don’t feel wrong for what I said. Usually, with this free time, we would go to the quidditch pitch to mess around and inevitably terrorize Oliver Wood because of it. Or at the very least, we would get to relax in the common room, but I’d been trying to avoid the twins ever since their pranks started getting shockingly extreme.

“In their defense, I don’t think they’ve ever blown up an entire classroom.”

“Yet,” I mumble. Lee says their pranks are getting more extreme because we’re about to graduate, so there are fewer consequences. I say it’s because they’re getting more deranged.

“Awe, you don’t like our pranks?” I quickly turn my head to the right to see Fred’s head poking between Lee's and my shoulders. It’d be comedic if his ability to be sneaky wasn’t so terrifying.

“We just want to entertain the masses.” I swivel my head to the left to find George hovering over my other shoulder. He’s closer than Fred was, and the smell of pine radiates off him. It overshadows the smell of fireworks and candy that linger on his clothes, most likely from his new inventions. It combines to make a warm smell that I could wrap myself in on a cold day.

“Well, clearly y/n is not part of the masses, because they don’t seem to be having much fun,” Lee mocks. Fred and George pout while Lee tries his best to keep from laughing his ass off.

“You don’t like our pranks?” Fred asks as he jabs his index finger into my cheek.

“That’s just pitiful,” George says. He leans his head against my shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. From the right, I can tell Lee and Fred are giggling. A part of me wants to say something, or to shut them up, but the other part of me wants George to stay leaned up against me for eternity. As I’m contemplating my choices, George lifts his head.

“Time to go, Feorge?” Fred asks his twin.

“We have mischief to manage elsewhere, Gred,” George responds with a serious look. My suspicion that they’re maniacs grows rapidly.

“I have never understood those nicknames they have for each other,” I tell Lee once the twins are out of the room.

“I have never understood how you and George aren’t dating yet.” I shoot him a grim look, but he just returns it with a toothy smile.

“I don’t know what makes you think I’m interested in that miscreant.”

“Well, the fact I have eyes capable of seeing past your bullshit makes me know you want him. I see the way your eyes linger on his lips and the way you two always keep physical contact for just a bit too long, and let’s not forget the time Gryffindor won a quidditch match against Slytherin and you ran over to the field and hugged him for like ten minutes.”

“Maybe I’m just passionate about quidditch,” I counter. Lee laughs in my face, but when he realizes I’m serious, his smile drops.

“If you were passionate about quidditch, you’d be dating Wood, not drooling over George.”

“Hey! I do not drool,” I scoff, and he just rolls his eyes.

“Well, since you’re so passionate about quidditch, let’s go study by the pitch,” he suggests hopefully. He suggests going there so much that I consider he could be the one in love with Wood.

As we make our way down to the pitch, I hear soft music, which is a shock because I’d usually hear the whirling of brooms and yelling amongst teammates. As we round the corner, I turn to see George Weasley standing alone on the quidditch pitch. He’s taken off his school robe and just has on his white button-down and black trousers. Small candles that gently hover above the ground circle him while he holds out his hand in my direction.

“Now, go talk to him,” Lee says mischievously as he lightly shoves me forward before walking away in the other direction. I guarantee that he and Fred will be spying on George and me this entire time. I stand in front of George and slowly take his hand as the music continues to softly play in the background. It’s a song I’ve never heard before, but I can tell it’s French, and I can tell that it’s the type of song you slow dance to. As George takes my hand, pulling me close, he begins to slowly waltz with me on the field.

“How did you manage this?”

“I had to beg Wood to reserve the quidditch pitch so I could use it,” he says with his face tucked into my hair. I can hear his smile, and I’m impressed he worked something like this out.

“How’d you convince Wood to go for that?” My question is just louder than a whisper so I don’t disrupt the music as we continue to dance.

“I’m going to prank the Slytherin quidditch captain in return,” he tells me with a quiet laugh, and I can't help but smile. “I love to be near you,” he continues, “as crazy as I might sound, I wouldn’t want to love anyone but you.” My face heats up with his words, but he just holds me tighter.

“As stupid as I find some of your pranks, I wouldn’t want to spend a second away from you,” I admit. It’s something I never thought I’d hear myself say out loud, but I’m happy to finally get it off my chest. He gently pulls himself away from me and stops dancing. I look up at him nervously, hoping I didn’t say the wrong thing, but before he gives me that chance to apologize, he’s already got one hand holding my jaw. He pushes himself towards me again, and I feel his soft lips meet mine. The kiss quickly turns passionate, and my thoughts become jumbled.

“So, would it be safe to say we’re dating now?” He asks with a cheeky grin as he pulls out of the kiss.

“I think it would be safe to say that,” I assure, right before pushing us back into the kiss.

George Weasley x fem! reader

W.C,= 1k warnings; cute (maybe); hope you like ;) You and George were cuddling on one of the couches in the common room in front of the fireplace, his arms wrapping around your waist as you sat on his lap, and Fred standing imitating the way George talked about you before the two of you started dating. . . "did you see the way she tied her hair up in class today?" Fred imitated, forcing a high-pitched voice and exaggerated acting "wow, she was so perfect I could barely concentrate on what Snape was saying" Fred said, still forcing a watery voice to be funny. you laughed at the exaggerated acting and the voice that Fred did, meanwhile George blushed next to you "stop it Fred" he mumbled a little embarrassed hiding his face in the crook of your neck, you just laughed placing your hands on top of his “don’t worry, I think it’s really cute” you say turning your face to look at him, George quickly places his lips on yours earning an “ew” from Fred.

(sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language ;), sorry if it wasn't very good, I'm not used to writing)

just imagine, you and George cuddling in the Hogwarts courtyard watching the sun while exchanging caresses and kisses, and Fred (obviously) joking about how affectionate you are and how much George is in love with you, sometimes Fred even imitates the way George talked about you before you started dating

(sorry for any typos, English is not my native language)

If you like this little idea, I can try to do something longer ;)

Unfunny, George Weasley x Fem. Reader

He does his best to cheer you up.

A/N: Based off a character ai bot I made, go check it out! The story is about period comfort, but it's only implied with the bot, so do with that what you will :) Also, sorry this one is kind of short 😔 https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/beiu733m

Enjoy!

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He tried to be the best boyfriend he could be. And he succeeded for the most part. The day had started off normal. Boring, mostly. He and Fred hadn't planned any pranks for today, so things were mellow. All up until you didn't show up to charms class, that was. He noticed almost immediately, as the two of you sat together in that class. The minutes ticked by, and you wete still nowhere to be seen. He glanced around the classroom. Nothing.

Passing period ended, and you hadn't shown. Half concerned half curious, he hopped out of his seat and walked over to your firend. If he didn't know where you were, then maybe they would. Much to his dismay, they said you'd gone to see Madame Pomfrey halfway through last class. Just then, Professor Flitwick walked into the classroom. He cursed inwardly and jogged back over to his seat. That complicated leaving class to go see you. His eyes flicked around the room with thoughts running a million miles per hour. Thinking up different ways to get out of class quickly and unnoticed. Or to come up with an excuse to leave. Something full proofed.

He sneaks a glance into his bag. Nothing. He just goes for it and rifles through it until he found something: Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder! It was perfect. Stealing another glance around the classroom to make sure nobody was looking at him, he concluded now was the time to strike. He chucked the block at the floor to which it instantly combusted and the room went pitch black. Panic set into the classroom and Flitwick shouted "Weasley!" He snickered and booked it out of the classroom while he could.

Sure enough, he found you curled up in one of the beds when he got to the hospital wing. He frowned inwardly and made his way over to your bed. "Lovey what're you doing in here?" His voice was laced with worry as he spoke. Upon hearing his voice, you turn your head to look up at him. "Hi George" He sighs, dropping his bag on the floor. "Hi love" You scoot forward a bit, allowing him to slip into the bed with you. His arm slides around your torso, pulling you close and pressing your back to his front.

And then it came to him. A joke! Jokes always help lighten the mood. "Hey love?" You hum in response, to focused on the pain in your lower abdomen to verbalize a response. "How does a wizard organize a party?" His question puzzled you a bit. Nonetheless though, you gave a proper response this time. "I dunno.. Why?" He let out a snicker. "He spells them out!" You couldn't hold in the snort you gave at his horrible joke. Only he could think of something so unfunny. "Oh please George" He laughed a little. "What, it's funny?" You shook your head lightly. "I promise you it's not" His lips returned to your shoulder, and trailed soft kisses to the junction where your neck met it.

It's silent between the two of you for a while. Madame Pomfrey wasn't anywhere to be seen, off getting more potions no doubt. His hand slowly rubbed your stomach, the touch gentle and soothing. He'd hoped that you would tell him what was the matter, but after a long silence he could guess you weren't. So, he asked. "You gonna tell me what's the matter love?" His voice came out a low murmur, to which an audible sigh left you. Followed by instant regret of doing so as it made your cramps worse. He felt you flinch slightly and he instinctively held you a little closer. "Yeah, cramps, mostly.. Madame Pomfrey excused me from class to lay here until they go away because she need to restock on stuff to make me feel better"

That answer answer made him internally frustrated. There wasn't much he could do to help you feel better. Not literally anyways. He could keep cuddling you for comfort on an emotional level, which he would, but that was about it. He pressed his lips to your shoulder as he thought hard about how to make you feel better. As he thunk, the hand he had on your stomach slid down to your lower abdomen and rubbed there instead. He furrowed his brow heavily. His mind was blank or dearth of useful ideas.

"I promise you it was"