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*whispers* are people still here??? i mean……hi again….i guess????

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BEE! ANGEL FACE! HELLO! god how i have MISSED YOUUUUUU

PHIA!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL BABY!!!! I missed you, too :( I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU THESE DAYS!!!! You have always been such a light here for me, did you know that :( Your presence has always changed my mood for better, and I feel so lucky to have crossed paths with you. You have always supported me, even when I’m not great at keeping in touch or writing or anything :( Thank you for always being here.

BUT TELL ME ABOUT YOU!!!! How have you been? Do you still look like the PRETTIEST MOTHERFUCKER OUT THERE? Have you been taking good care of yourself?

I love you ❤️

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Screaming!!!!! Bye!!!! I love this so much!! The ‘six month milestone’ part had me smiling like a fool. I’m grateful for your decision to share your talents with the world ❤️❤️❤️

Not Every Prank is for the Public Eye | F.W.

Title: Not Every Prank is for the Public Eye

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: You like pranks in general, until one is pulled on you in front of a crowd.

The main reason why you fell for Fred Weasley was his spontaneity.

He pulled pranks on anyone who dared to mess with him or the ones he loved, even if he could get detention in doing so.

To be honest, you were a bit surprised when he first asked you out. Sure, you enjoyed their pranks and all - but you were shy and quiet.

Nevertheless, your date with him was magical. He took you to get some butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, then surprised you with a picnic at the top of the hill - overlooking the sunset. While the sun painted the horizon with brilliant shades of orange and gold, the two of you shared a kiss.

Now, the two of you had just surpassed your six month milestone and the two of you couldn’t be happier.

But, being his girlfriend didn’t guarantee you the safe zone from his and George’s pranks.

You were okay with that - but the problem is, you weren’t okay with it being done in a crowd.

Problem is: Fred didn’t know that.

--

You and your boyfriend were in your Charms class, hands interlocked together - you were busy jotting notes while Fred, on the other hand, seemed to be busy staring at you.

You tried to suppress a smile as you continued on jotting down your notes, “Is there a possibility that there is something on my face that you don’t want to tell me about because I don’t see anything interesting about me that is more interesting than our lesson.”

‘There’s nothing on your face.” Fred said, still looking at you, “And it is actually true that you are more interesting than any lesson.”

You giggled quietly, “I don’t believe that.”

He started tracing random patterns on your skin, “Nothing you say can change my mind.”

“Maybe that’s because you always copy off my notes.” You said, poking your tongue out at him.

“That’s a benefit of dating you.” He teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Oh really,” You said, jokingly raising a brow at him, “So, you’re dating me for the benefits?”

He dramatically gasped, “Of course not! How could you accuse me of such a deed! The benefits are just a bonus. As if dating you isn’t the most heavenly thing in the world.”

“Uh huh.” You mused, “What else are the benefits that come from dating me?”

Fred pretended to think about it, “Well, your hair is so soft and I love running my hands through it. Your kisses are basically a slice of heaven. Darling, the list could go on forever.”

“Charming one, aren’t you?”

“My charms are the reason you fell for me in the first place.”

“Cheeky one too.”

--

You and Fred had departed earlier because he and George had to set up a prank. You would’ve joined them - but, you still had an essay to finish - the sooner you push that out of your to do list, the better.

“Heading to the library too?” Angelina, George’s girlfriend and your best friend, suddenly appeared by your side.

You nodded, “Yeah. I want to get this essay over with.”

“Me too, honestly.” She chuckled, “I tried convincing George to also work on his - but, he’d rather set up a prank than sit down and write about the benefits of the Draught of the Living Dead.”

The statement caused you to laugh, “It’s literally the same with Fred, but who could blame them? They are twins after all.”

As soon as you said this, you felt a cold and sticky substance cover you from head to toe along with a gasp from Angelina.

A familiar laugh reached your ears, a laugh that you could easily pick out from a crowd of thousands.

Who’s laugh would it be, except for your boyfriend’s?

He and George were laughing hysterically at the sight of you falling into their little trap, along with a few of the students who were witnesses to the spectacle.

Too embarrassed to even continue on to the library, you turned and ran out of the “crime scene” as fast as you could.

When Fred saw this, he stopped laughing immediately and became confused. He thought you loved his pranks, why weren’t you laughing with him now?

He gave Angelina a questioning look in an attempt to figure out what was wrong, but the girl just shrugged.

The audience started to thin out and the only ones left were the twins and Angelina.

“Was she in a bad mood?” Fred asked.

Angelina shook her head, “No. She was actually in a pretty good mood, until - you know.”

“Do you think that the prank upset her?” Fred said, looking at George.

“Don’t ask me. I’m not her boyfriend.” George said, “Besides, I thought she liked pranks?”

“I’ll go talk to her.” Fred finally decided - running in the direction wherein his girlfriend escaped.

“Princess?” He called out, searching for you everywhere, “Darling, are you okay?”

An idea on your whereabouts suddenly popped into his head, he just had to hope that you were there.

He found you sitting by a bench near the corridor where you usually go when you want to be alone with your thoughts.

“Hey sweetheart.” Fred said quietly, sitting down next to you.

“Hey.” You returned the greeting, not looking at him.

“Is anything wrong?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“Maybe.”

“Did I do anything to upset you?”

You sighed, “It’s not about what you did - but, rather, where the incident happened.”

His brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you know that I love your pranks and I don’t mind if you pull some on me. But, I just don’t like it if you do it in public because I feel like I’m being humiliated.” You said.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable and if I made you feel humiliated. Thank you so much for telling me.”

“It’s okay.” You smiled, “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

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You know I could tell you anything, and I’d always be okay with that ❤️ Well, I still haven’t developed much of her (or of anything at all, I’m such a terrible writer…………), but I imagined her as the mom friend of the group, you know? She packs cutie lil’ snackies for everyone, ok 🥺 And she seems to be a bit distant at first but, once you get to see more of her, she is a huge sweetheart!

I bet you sound super sexy speaking French, wink wonk. But it does feel quite nice! I’m such a huge nerd, I love studying anything at all. I got a scholarship for another post grad course (I still don’t know how that happened, I swear to God……….) and I’ve been considering going for History. Any thoughts on that? ✨

Baby steps, my love. It’s all about baby steps! But I have to say I’m super proud of you for thinking like that, and for sticking to what feels best for you. Not everyone can do that, and I think it’s beautiful what you’re doing. We all have our days, and it’s completely okay to take things slow if you’re okay with that. Just be gentle to yourself, always.

I miss you, and I think of you every single day (I really do). You hold a special place in my heart. Please, be safe! ❤️

I swear I was thinking about you just yesterday, how it's been a while since I've seen you on my dash again

What have you been up to lately, miss? 💕💕💕

Oh, baby! This honestly makes me so happy, because you can be sure that I miss being around, especially around you ❤️ I started writing something original a little while ago, and one of the characters I created was loosely based on you!

Life has been quite good! Working a lot, studying a lot, and now learning French, WHICH IS DIFFICULT AS HELL WTF WHY DO I DO THAT TO MYSELF but I also feel amazing while speaking it, so it’s worth it. What about you? I’ve missed you so much!!! Please, do tell me everything!

Hope you’re safe, eating well and taking care of yourself. Sending you lots, lots of love. I adore you! Mwah! ❤️❤️❤️

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I swear I was thinking about you just yesterday, how it's been a while since I've seen you on my dash again

What have you been up to lately, miss? 💕💕💕

Oh, baby! This honestly makes me so happy, because you can be sure that I miss being around, especially around you ❤️ I started writing something original a little while ago, and one of the characters I created was loosely based on you!

Life has been quite good! Working a lot, studying a lot, and now learning French, WHICH IS DIFFICULT AS HELL WTF WHY DO I DO THAT TO MYSELF but I also feel amazing while speaking it, so it’s worth it. What about you? I’ve missed you so much!!! Please, do tell me everything!

Hope you’re safe, eating well and taking care of yourself. Sending you lots, lots of love. I adore you! Mwah! ❤️❤️❤️

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I swear Bee, NO ONE will hate you for posting your works of art no matter how long it has been (if someone does, then I'm more than wiling to smack them down).

Whenever I see pop up again on my dash, it just makes my day 😊

Gabriella, you’re an amazing angel and Earth surely does not deserve you! And not to mention how you always, ALWAYS, know what to say and how to comfort me. I am so lucky to have crossed paths with you ❤️

Hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself as you should! Sending you lots of love. Please, be safe! ❤️❤️❤️

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I AM HERE TO TELL YOU THAT I ADORE ADORE ADORE YOUR WRITING!!!! PLEASE, TAKE THIS HP MAURADERS EDIT AS A SHOW OF MY GRATITUDE AND THANKS!!!! KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK!!!!

xoxo- XIV

YO YOU GOT ME THERE!!! IM SCREAMING!!!!! i loved this so much i can’t even begin to express my feelings!!!! this song is a classic ok

thank you so so so so so much for your support and for your sweet words, boo boo! and thank you for taking some time off your day to send me this message, it really means a lot!

hope you’re safe, healthy and well wherever you are. sending you lots of love! thank you once again. mwah! ❤️

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istg one of those days I'm gonna have to tie you down to a chair for a coffee or something to have an actual conversation, to make sure I'm not imagining you coming back then dipping again

ok you had me at the part where you said you’re gonna tie me down to a chair

JUST KIDDING!! am i really. I MEAN. it’s unbelievable that you still think of me and actually take time out to check up on me 🤧 thank you SO much for not giving up on me, that really means a lot.

BUT HONESTLY I’M ALWAYS HERE!!! i just don’t really post anything because i am terrified of people hating me for not being able to write anything. there are days when i am so tired that all i wanna do IS GO STRAIGHT TO BED AND CRY.

however, i promise i will be putting some effort on getting back to writing and posting here. i miss you so much, and i really hope you’re doing well!!! i love you!!!

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I just have to send this and say I LOVED PUT YOUR LIPS LIKE THIS OH MY GOD!! It was so well written and I just loved it so much. 🥰❤️ I’m getting back into my HP obsession after watching the reunion & I can’t wait to read all of your works◡̈ sending much love!! Xoxoxo ♡

Oh, my God!!! That is so sweet of you!!! Thank you so, so, so much for this lovely message and for your wonderful words. It’s so encouraging to read each and every one of them! Personally, Put Your Lips Like This is a favorite of mine, so it’s amazing to hear people like it as well.

The reunion really was something, wasn’t it?! It was way too much for my feelings. But I really hope you can find some joy and some comfort in what I write and post here, my love!

Hope you’re having a nice week! Don’t forget to drink lots of water, eat healthily and be kind on yourself. Sending much love right back at you. Thank you so much once again! Mwah! ❤️

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hi you’re hot. oh no. I’m falling in love. Rip.

hi you’re way hotter would you like to be my girlfriend

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I don’t mean to brag, but... 🤪 This is beautifully written  (I reread it today and, wow, Bee, congratulations) and now available on Wattpad, so you guys should definitely check it out and give it lots of love! ❤️

put your lips like this | f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader.

Summary: there is a secret buried inside your heart that is keeping you from going to the Yule Ball. However, Fred decides to be the greatest of friends and  teach you one thing or two.

Word Count: 2.1k - oops…

Warnings: none! Just a whole lot of fluff! ✨ Oh, there is a curse word towards the ending.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS, BABIES! *aggressively listens to ‘My Boo’, by Usher and Alicia Keys*. Not to be dramatic, but James Phelps with long hair could punch me right in the face, and I would thank him. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention!  ♡

Masterlist!

“You know I’m good at keeping secrets, so just tell me already! C’mon, tell me why you don’t want to go to the Yule Ball.”

A heavy and utterly annoyed sigh left your lips. Fred Weasley – that prick! – had been tormenting you the entire day. You knew he was a curious soul, but you had never imagined he would try so hard to make you spill one of your secrets out.

It was not something you fancied sharing; actually, it was something that made you feel rather pathetic and embarrassed. How could you tell your friend, whom you had unexpectedly developed feelings for, that you had never been kissed?

Keep reading

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Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them. ♥️❤️💛

Sarah! You are so incredibly sweet, and your content is honestly SO amazing! I just saw you wrote a few things for Druig (I'm always late for the party.........), and 😮‍💨 this girl is going to have some fun for the next few days.

Thank you so much for remembering me, and for taking some time to send me this. It means a lot!

Hope you're doing well, don't you ever forget to take care of yourself! Sending you lots of love, mwah! ❤️

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TWINNIE! I just came back to see your post and, MY GOD! I will always be interested in your writing, it’s the most wonderful thing in the world. Whenever you post I get so SMILEY!

You’re brilliant, and I’m glad you’re back, even if it’s for a little while. :))

Love you, twinnie. <33333 millions of kisses for you, mwah! 💋

TWINNIE!!!!!! I love you!!!! But what are you talking about, YOUR writing is the most wonderful thing in the world :( I need to binge-read all of your work again, but I'm not really sure if I'm ready for that, because, I mean, HOW DARE YOU REBLOG AND MAKE ALL OF THOSE THINGS ABOUT ANDREW GARFIELD AND PETER PARKER, nope, this is not okay! 🖐️

Thank you so much for always being here, and for allowing the world to see your incredible talent and incredibly sweet self. I love you!

Please, take care, eat healthy, drinks lots of water, and always remember to be gentle on yourself. I love you, and I love seeing you here ❤️❤️❤️

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well, guess what, phia, you’re that BITCH for just existing and being in my life and i love you and miss you :(

My head is empty except making George cum in his pants

this is the first time i'm writing in forever, so pls be nice to me 💀

Explicit content below! It contains female masturbation, use of sex toys, female and male ejaculation, and hints of male submission. Please, do let me know if I missed anything! Happy reading ♡

Word Count: 1,2k.

Also available on Wattpad! (yall better make me Wattpad famous now that i'm posting there too or imma legit cry ok)

George Weasley loved having his eyes on you. There was something about the way his dark eyes could roam all over your body and just memorize every single little, tiny detail.

He loved watching you smile or laugh, and he also loved how you looked when you focused on something important. Not to mention how he thought your sleeping image was almost like a sight for sore eyes, even when you slept with your mouth open or in a weird position.

But his favorite sight of all time was your naked silhouette.

Your naked and squirming body, usually under his and so devoted to him. Oh, Merlin, how he loved watching you in that position.

Your breasts bouncing as he pounded into your soaking wet pussy, your teeth sinking down onto your lower lip, your eyes shut down almost religiously, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

And the noises you made every time he fucked you… They were music to his ears. He lived for the breathy moans, escaping your swollen lips whenever he slid inside you. And for the loud ones as well, those that would always come out when he was telling you how much of a slut you were.

Those happened to be normal patterns for you and George. Intimate moments tended to be almost always like that, with similar positions and similar roles. And, honestly, you were completely happy with that.

However, as he got home after a long and exhausting shift at the shop that evening, your boyfriend was met with quite an interesting yet unusual view.

Legs spread wide open on the couch, nipples out to be seen, and two fingers grazing the lacy fabric of your carmine underwear. On your right, you had one of those muggle sex toys you had once mentioned about but, with that heavenly sight in front of him, he could not care less about its name or not being able to remember it.

Your voice broke the lingering silence, whispering he had not left your thoughts that day, not even once, and it was easy for him to feel his dick getting hard inside his uniform trousers.

After that, it did not take long for him to be found sitting on the couch as well. With each one of you plopped down on opposite ends, George could get a perfect view of your still covered pussy, and he secretly swore he was the happiest man alive.

“I wanna do everything by myself tonight,” you sighed, eager to play with your pussy while he watched it. “All you have to do is sit and watch.”

And you indeed did all the work yourself.

It was terribly easy to watch you pushing your panties to the side and fingering yourself, right after playing with your folds and your clit. Yet, there could never be anything to compare to the moment when you started using the sex toy you had with you all along.

You rolled your eyes back and allowed yourself to feel your walls clenching around the rabbit vibrator you chose for the occasion. Even while being completely involved in your own pleasure, you could still capture George's desperate groans. It was your turn to transform his pleasure into music to your ears.

“No touching allowed today, Georgie.” A giggle slipped out of your lips as you pushed the toy deeper into you, the sweetest spot being teased and pleasure tingling all of you.

Just for that evening, he wanted to be a good boy for you; he wanted to follow your orders and behave. So he indeed restrained his touch and only allowed his mind to do all the things he wanted to do at that moment.

However, in the very moment your juices started dripping down your folds a little bit more intensely than before and the squelching sounds became louder along with your cries for his name, he was unsure whether he would be able to take it for any longer.

It all happened too fast for any of you to notice. Your orgasm gushed from your intimacy, sinful droplets hitting George’s legs and making him moan as he had never done it before. And, although you could not notice it at first, something happened to him as well.

A growing stain on the fabric of his trousers became more and more visible, and his breath grew irregular as the seconds flew by. His slender fingers clung to the brown leather of the couch, but there was no excuse for him at that moment: sooner or later, you would find it out.

George Weasley came in his trousers just by watching you squirt for him.

Doing one of the things he loved the most, which was squirming because of him, you sighed until your high had almost entirely left your body, you opened your eyes to face the young man in front of you once more.

The loose grin that painted your lips after your squirt disappeared in the blink of an eye when you saw his furrowed brows and left covering his clothed crotch. Before you could even bother to ask him what was wrong, the confession was voiced out in an embarrassed tone.

“I-I…I c-came in my pants.”

Waves of shocking pleasure rushed through your veins. Well, that was certainly something new for you as a couple. You had seen George coming many, many times: on your ass, on your back, on your tits, and even on your face. But you had never seen George coming in his pants.

“Say it again,” you teased, fingers flying to your pussy again. “And say it louder this time.”

His dark eyes scanned your face, waiting for any signs that would reveal that the request had been a joke. But he found none of it. Instead, he found a fire in your eyes that also made him enjoy the new experience.

“I came in my pants.”

Courage was pulled out from the deepest parts of his core, but there was also something within him that enjoyed saying it out loud.

“Oh, what a bad, bad boy,” somehow, you managed to collect some of your own juices as your fingers ran up and down your folds. “A good boy would have been able to control himself, Georgie. But you misbehaved, and now you deserve to be punished.”

Your position on the couch was shifted: you quickly got on your knees and leaned in, your body becoming dangerously close to his. Without a word, you took your fingers to his mouth and spread the fluid all over his lips, the glistening making you mumble that he had never looked hotter.

His tongue tasted the fluids on his lips, and your fingers were brought into his mouth by his teeth. The image of George sucking on your fingers was utterly erotic, and, this turn, you doubted your own self-control.

After a few intoxicating sucks, he let go of your finger. Thin strings of saliva still connected your body and, as mesmerized as you were, a sigh was the only thing plausible to leave your lips then.

“Do you think you still have some of that cum left in you, Georgie? I really want to feel it dripping out of my pussy…”

And, only with that, his dick was hard and he was ready to cum for you again.

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To be honest, I’m screaming with you, boo boo..........George Weasley is just........hmph. Thank you so much for your support! I’m so glad you liked it! ❤️❤️❤️

My head is empty except making George cum in his pants

this is the first time i'm writing in forever, so pls be nice to me 💀

Explicit content below! It contains female masturbation, use of sex toys, female and male ejaculation, and hints of male submission. Please, do let me know if I missed anything! Happy reading ♡

Word Count: 1,2k.

Also available on Wattpad! (yall better make me Wattpad famous now that i'm posting there too or imma legit cry ok)

George Weasley loved having his eyes on you. There was something about the way his dark eyes could roam all over your body and just memorize every single little, tiny detail.

He loved watching you smile or laugh, and he also loved how you looked when you focused on something important. Not to mention how he thought your sleeping image was almost like a sight for sore eyes, even when you slept with your mouth open or in a weird position.

But his favorite sight of all time was your naked silhouette.

Your naked and squirming body, usually under his and so devoted to him. Oh, Merlin, how he loved watching you in that position.

Your breasts bouncing as he pounded into your soaking wet pussy, your teeth sinking down onto your lower lip, your eyes shut down almost religiously, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

And the noises you made every time he fucked you… They were music to his ears. He lived for the breathy moans, escaping your swollen lips whenever he slid inside you. And for the loud ones as well, those that would always come out when he was telling you how much of a slut you were.

Those happened to be normal patterns for you and George. Intimate moments tended to be almost always like that, with similar positions and similar roles. And, honestly, you were completely happy with that.

However, as he got home after a long and exhausting shift at the shop that evening, your boyfriend was met with quite an interesting yet unusual view.

Legs spread wide open on the couch, nipples out to be seen, and two fingers grazing the lacy fabric of your carmine underwear. On your right, you had one of those muggle sex toys you had once mentioned about but, with that heavenly sight in front of him, he could not care less about its name or not being able to remember it.

Your voice broke the lingering silence, whispering he had not left your thoughts that day, not even once, and it was easy for him to feel his dick getting hard inside his uniform trousers.

After that, it did not take long for him to be found sitting on the couch as well. With each one of you plopped down on opposite ends, George could get a perfect view of your still covered pussy, and he secretly swore he was the happiest man alive.

“I wanna do everything by myself tonight,” you sighed, eager to play with your pussy while he watched it. “All you have to do is sit and watch.”

And you indeed did all the work yourself.

It was terribly easy to watch you pushing your panties to the side and fingering yourself, right after playing with your folds and your clit. Yet, there could never be anything to compare to the moment when you started using the sex toy you had with you all along.

You rolled your eyes back and allowed yourself to feel your walls clenching around the rabbit vibrator you chose for the occasion. Even while being completely involved in your own pleasure, you could still capture George's desperate groans. It was your turn to transform his pleasure into music to your ears.

“No touching allowed today, Georgie.” A giggle slipped out of your lips as you pushed the toy deeper into you, the sweetest spot being teased and pleasure tingling all of you.

Just for that evening, he wanted to be a good boy for you; he wanted to follow your orders and behave. So he indeed restrained his touch and only allowed his mind to do all the things he wanted to do at that moment.

However, in the very moment your juices started dripping down your folds a little bit more intensely than before and the squelching sounds became louder along with your cries for his name, he was unsure whether he would be able to take it for any longer.

It all happened too fast for any of you to notice. Your orgasm gushed from your intimacy, sinful droplets hitting George’s legs and making him moan as he had never done it before. And, although you could not notice it at first, something happened to him as well.

A growing stain on the fabric of his trousers became more and more visible, and his breath grew irregular as the seconds flew by. His slender fingers clung to the brown leather of the couch, but there was no excuse for him at that moment: sooner or later, you would find it out.

George Weasley came in his trousers just by watching you squirt for him.

Doing one of the things he loved the most, which was squirming because of him, you sighed until your high had almost entirely left your body, you opened your eyes to face the young man in front of you once more.

The loose grin that painted your lips after your squirt disappeared in the blink of an eye when you saw his furrowed brows and left covering his clothed crotch. Before you could even bother to ask him what was wrong, the confession was voiced out in an embarrassed tone.

“I-I…I c-came in my pants.”

Waves of shocking pleasure rushed through your veins. Well, that was certainly something new for you as a couple. You had seen George coming many, many times: on your ass, on your back, on your tits, and even on your face. But you had never seen George coming in his pants.

“Say it again,” you teased, fingers flying to your pussy again. “And say it louder this time.”

His dark eyes scanned your face, waiting for any signs that would reveal that the request had been a joke. But he found none of it. Instead, he found a fire in your eyes that also made him enjoy the new experience.

“I came in my pants.”

Courage was pulled out from the deepest parts of his core, but there was also something within him that enjoyed saying it out loud.

“Oh, what a bad, bad boy,” somehow, you managed to collect some of your own juices as your fingers ran up and down your folds. “A good boy would have been able to control himself, Georgie. But you misbehaved, and now you deserve to be punished.”

Your position on the couch was shifted: you quickly got on your knees and leaned in, your body becoming dangerously close to his. Without a word, you took your fingers to his mouth and spread the fluid all over his lips, the glistening making you mumble that he had never looked hotter.

His tongue tasted the fluids on his lips, and your fingers were brought into his mouth by his teeth. The image of George sucking on your fingers was utterly erotic, and, this turn, you doubted your own self-control.

After a few intoxicating sucks, he let go of your finger. Thin strings of saliva still connected your body and, as mesmerized as you were, a sigh was the only thing plausible to leave your lips then.

“Do you think you still have some of that cum left in you, Georgie? I really want to feel it dripping out of my pussy…”

And, only with that, his dick was hard and he was ready to cum for you again.

Taglist! ❤️ (Taking the liberty to tag all of those who interacted with my return post, but just let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from this! ALSO BIG SIS TALK: YOU BETTER TELL ME IF YOU’RE A MINOR!!!!!) 

@melmalone @xkatiewatkinsx @tomriddles-wh0re @tpwkweasley7 @kandy1410 @groovyzipperpartyegg @kursecookie @rosaliepostsstuff @blegh-110 @cumslut4regulus @emmaev @onlyfreds @potterscar @theorangedrummer

[mitsukui]

👁👄👁 i know right

hope you liked it! thank you so much for your support! ❤️

My head is empty except making George cum in his pants

this is the first time i'm writing in forever, so pls be nice to me 💀

Explicit content below! It contains female masturbation, use of sex toys, female and male ejaculation, and hints of male submission. Please, do let me know if I missed anything! Happy reading ♡

Word Count: 1,2k.

Also available on Wattpad! (yall better make me Wattpad famous now that i'm posting there too or imma legit cry ok)

George Weasley loved having his eyes on you. There was something about the way his dark eyes could roam all over your body and just memorize every single little, tiny detail.

He loved watching you smile or laugh, and he also loved how you looked when you focused on something important. Not to mention how he thought your sleeping image was almost like a sight for sore eyes, even when you slept with your mouth open or in a weird position.

But his favorite sight of all time was your naked silhouette.

Your naked and squirming body, usually under his and so devoted to him. Oh, Merlin, how he loved watching you in that position.

Your breasts bouncing as he pounded into your soaking wet pussy, your teeth sinking down onto your lower lip, your eyes shut down almost religiously, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

And the noises you made every time he fucked you… They were music to his ears. He lived for the breathy moans, escaping your swollen lips whenever he slid inside you. And for the loud ones as well, those that would always come out when he was telling you how much of a slut you were.

Those happened to be normal patterns for you and George. Intimate moments tended to be almost always like that, with similar positions and similar roles. And, honestly, you were completely happy with that.

However, as he got home after a long and exhausting shift at the shop that evening, your boyfriend was met with quite an interesting yet unusual view.

Legs spread wide open on the couch, nipples out to be seen, and two fingers grazing the lacy fabric of your carmine underwear. On your right, you had one of those muggle sex toys you had once mentioned about but, with that heavenly sight in front of him, he could not care less about its name or not being able to remember it.

Your voice broke the lingering silence, whispering he had not left your thoughts that day, not even once, and it was easy for him to feel his dick getting hard inside his uniform trousers.

After that, it did not take long for him to be found sitting on the couch as well. With each one of you plopped down on opposite ends, George could get a perfect view of your still covered pussy, and he secretly swore he was the happiest man alive.

“I wanna do everything by myself tonight,” you sighed, eager to play with your pussy while he watched it. “All you have to do is sit and watch.”

And you indeed did all the work yourself.

It was terribly easy to watch you pushing your panties to the side and fingering yourself, right after playing with your folds and your clit. Yet, there could never be anything to compare to the moment when you started using the sex toy you had with you all along.

You rolled your eyes back and allowed yourself to feel your walls clenching around the rabbit vibrator you chose for the occasion. Even while being completely involved in your own pleasure, you could still capture George's desperate groans. It was your turn to transform his pleasure into music to your ears.

“No touching allowed today, Georgie.” A giggle slipped out of your lips as you pushed the toy deeper into you, the sweetest spot being teased and pleasure tingling all of you.

Just for that evening, he wanted to be a good boy for you; he wanted to follow your orders and behave. So he indeed restrained his touch and only allowed his mind to do all the things he wanted to do at that moment.

However, in the very moment your juices started dripping down your folds a little bit more intensely than before and the squelching sounds became louder along with your cries for his name, he was unsure whether he would be able to take it for any longer.

It all happened too fast for any of you to notice. Your orgasm gushed from your intimacy, sinful droplets hitting George’s legs and making him moan as he had never done it before. And, although you could not notice it at first, something happened to him as well.

A growing stain on the fabric of his trousers became more and more visible, and his breath grew irregular as the seconds flew by. His slender fingers clung to the brown leather of the couch, but there was no excuse for him at that moment: sooner or later, you would find it out.

George Weasley came in his trousers just by watching you squirt for him.

Doing one of the things he loved the most, which was squirming because of him, you sighed until your high had almost entirely left your body, you opened your eyes to face the young man in front of you once more.

The loose grin that painted your lips after your squirt disappeared in the blink of an eye when you saw his furrowed brows and left covering his clothed crotch. Before you could even bother to ask him what was wrong, the confession was voiced out in an embarrassed tone.

“I-I…I c-came in my pants.”

Waves of shocking pleasure rushed through your veins. Well, that was certainly something new for you as a couple. You had seen George coming many, many times: on your ass, on your back, on your tits, and even on your face. But you had never seen George coming in his pants.

“Say it again,” you teased, fingers flying to your pussy again. “And say it louder this time.”

His dark eyes scanned your face, waiting for any signs that would reveal that the request had been a joke. But he found none of it. Instead, he found a fire in your eyes that also made him enjoy the new experience.

“I came in my pants.”

Courage was pulled out from the deepest parts of his core, but there was also something within him that enjoyed saying it out loud.

“Oh, what a bad, bad boy,” somehow, you managed to collect some of your own juices as your fingers ran up and down your folds. “A good boy would have been able to control himself, Georgie. But you misbehaved, and now you deserve to be punished.”

Your position on the couch was shifted: you quickly got on your knees and leaned in, your body becoming dangerously close to his. Without a word, you took your fingers to his mouth and spread the fluid all over his lips, the glistening making you mumble that he had never looked hotter.

His tongue tasted the fluids on his lips, and your fingers were brought into his mouth by his teeth. The image of George sucking on your fingers was utterly erotic, and, this turn, you doubted your own self-control.

After a few intoxicating sucks, he let go of your finger. Thin strings of saliva still connected your body and, as mesmerized as you were, a sigh was the only thing plausible to leave your lips then.

“Do you think you still have some of that cum left in you, Georgie? I really want to feel it dripping out of my pussy…”

And, only with that, his dick was hard and he was ready to cum for you again.

Taglist! ❤️ (Taking the liberty to tag all of those who interacted with my return post, but just let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from this! ALSO BIG SIS TALK: YOU BETTER TELL ME IF YOU’RE A MINOR!!!!!) 

@melmalone @xkatiewatkinsx @tomriddles-wh0re @tpwkweasley7 @kandy1410 @groovyzipperpartyegg @kursecookie @rosaliepostsstuff @blegh-110 @cumslut4regulus @emmaev @onlyfreds @potterscar @theorangedrummer

[mitsukui]

good morning 😎

My head is empty except making George cum in his pants

this is the first time i'm writing in forever, so pls be nice to me 💀

Explicit content below! It contains female masturbation, use of sex toys, female and male ejaculation, and hints of male submission. Please, do let me know if I missed anything! Happy reading ♡

Word Count: 1,2k.

Also available on Wattpad! (yall better make me Wattpad famous now that i'm posting there too or imma legit cry ok)

George Weasley loved having his eyes on you. There was something about the way his dark eyes could roam all over your body and just memorize every single little, tiny detail.

He loved watching you smile or laugh, and he also loved how you looked when you focused on something important. Not to mention how he thought your sleeping image was almost like a sight for sore eyes, even when you slept with your mouth open or in a weird position.

But his favorite sight of all time was your naked silhouette.

Your naked and squirming body, usually under his and so devoted to him. Oh, Merlin, how he loved watching you in that position.

Your breasts bouncing as he pounded into your soaking wet pussy, your teeth sinking down onto your lower lip, your eyes shut down almost religiously, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

And the noises you made every time he fucked you… They were music to his ears. He lived for the breathy moans, escaping your swollen lips whenever he slid inside you. And for the loud ones as well, those that would always come out when he was telling you how much of a slut you were.

Those happened to be normal patterns for you and George. Intimate moments tended to be almost always like that, with similar positions and similar roles. And, honestly, you were completely happy with that.

However, as he got home after a long and exhausting shift at the shop that evening, your boyfriend was met with quite an interesting yet unusual view.

Legs spread wide open on the couch, nipples out to be seen, and two fingers grazing the lacy fabric of your carmine underwear. On your right, you had one of those muggle sex toys you had once mentioned about but, with that heavenly sight in front of him, he could not care less about its name or not being able to remember it.

Your voice broke the lingering silence, whispering he had not left your thoughts that day, not even once, and it was easy for him to feel his dick getting hard inside his uniform trousers.

After that, it did not take long for him to be found sitting on the couch as well. With each one of you plopped down on opposite ends, George could get a perfect view of your still covered pussy, and he secretly swore he was the happiest man alive.

“I wanna do everything by myself tonight,” you sighed, eager to play with your pussy while he watched it. “All you have to do is sit and watch.”

And you indeed did all the work yourself.

It was terribly easy to watch you pushing your panties to the side and fingering yourself, right after playing with your folds and your clit. Yet, there could never be anything to compare to the moment when you started using the sex toy you had with you all along.

You rolled your eyes back and allowed yourself to feel your walls clenching around the rabbit vibrator you chose for the occasion. Even while being completely involved in your own pleasure, you could still capture George's desperate groans. It was your turn to transform his pleasure into music to your ears.

“No touching allowed today, Georgie.” A giggle slipped out of your lips as you pushed the toy deeper into you, the sweetest spot being teased and pleasure tingling all of you.

Just for that evening, he wanted to be a good boy for you; he wanted to follow your orders and behave. So he indeed restrained his touch and only allowed his mind to do all the things he wanted to do at that moment.

However, in the very moment your juices started dripping down your folds a little bit more intensely than before and the squelching sounds became louder along with your cries for his name, he was unsure whether he would be able to take it for any longer.

It all happened too fast for any of you to notice. Your orgasm gushed from your intimacy, sinful droplets hitting George’s legs and making him moan as he had never done it before. And, although you could not notice it at first, something happened to him as well.

A growing stain on the fabric of his trousers became more and more visible, and his breath grew irregular as the seconds flew by. His slender fingers clung to the brown leather of the couch, but there was no excuse for him at that moment: sooner or later, you would find it out.

George Weasley came in his trousers just by watching you squirt for him.

Doing one of the things he loved the most, which was squirming because of him, you sighed until your high had almost entirely left your body, you opened your eyes to face the young man in front of you once more.

The loose grin that painted your lips after your squirt disappeared in the blink of an eye when you saw his furrowed brows and left covering his clothed crotch. Before you could even bother to ask him what was wrong, the confession was voiced out in an embarrassed tone.

“I-I…I c-came in my pants.”

Waves of shocking pleasure rushed through your veins. Well, that was certainly something new for you as a couple. You had seen George coming many, many times: on your ass, on your back, on your tits, and even on your face. But you had never seen George coming in his pants.

“Say it again,” you teased, fingers flying to your pussy again. “And say it louder this time.”

His dark eyes scanned your face, waiting for any signs that would reveal that the request had been a joke. But he found none of it. Instead, he found a fire in your eyes that also made him enjoy the new experience.

“I came in my pants.”

Courage was pulled out from the deepest parts of his core, but there was also something within him that enjoyed saying it out loud.

“Oh, what a bad, bad boy,” somehow, you managed to collect some of your own juices as your fingers ran up and down your folds. “A good boy would have been able to control himself, Georgie. But you misbehaved, and now you deserve to be punished.”

Your position on the couch was shifted: you quickly got on your knees and leaned in, your body becoming dangerously close to his. Without a word, you took your fingers to his mouth and spread the fluid all over his lips, the glistening making you mumble that he had never looked hotter.

His tongue tasted the fluids on his lips, and your fingers were brought into his mouth by his teeth. The image of George sucking on your fingers was utterly erotic, and, this turn, you doubted your own self-control.

After a few intoxicating sucks, he let go of your finger. Thin strings of saliva still connected your body and, as mesmerized as you were, a sigh was the only thing plausible to leave your lips then.

“Do you think you still have some of that cum left in you, Georgie? I really want to feel it dripping out of my pussy…”

And, only with that, his dick was hard and he was ready to cum for you again.

Taglist! ❤️ (Taking the liberty to tag all of those who interacted with my return post, but just let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from this! ALSO BIG SIS TALK: YOU BETTER TELL ME IF YOU’RE A MINOR!!!!!) 

@melmalone @xkatiewatkinsx @tomriddles-wh0re @tpwkweasley7 @kandy1410 @groovyzipperpartyegg @kursecookie @rosaliepostsstuff @blegh-110 @cumslut4regulus @emmaev @onlyfreds @potterscar @theorangedrummer