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finan + summer aesthetic
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Samhain
Genre: Fan Fiction (The Last Kingdom)
Pairing: Finan/OFC
Warnings: Samhain theme?
Rating: General
Length: Oneshot
Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.
A/N: Extremely, very loosely based on Clíodhna (Klee-uh-na) the Queen of the Banshees.
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You Will Have Me Boneless in Your Arms in Mere Seconds
summary: plotless sex, everyone
trigger warning: sexual activity, swearing, name calling, incest
word count: 1.3k
note: this is very basic… but i honestly enjoyed writing it. anyway, promise you the next one’s gonna have a plot. Enjoy while it lasts cause honestly it’s gonna be 5 mins
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“‘Tis not proper of a princess, dear niece…” Aemond taunted in your ear as his fingers slid in and out of you with ease. He was referring to the moan he had just caused, which threatened to awake Joffrey from his bed beside yours- beside the one on which Aemond’s fingers were making your legs shake like never before.
You covered your mouth with a hand, but the whine you let out as his thumb’s pressure on your centre increased made you realise just how futile your efforts were against the effect he had on you. Aemond let out a little laugh, completely mocking your reaction, and brushed his lips against your earlobe.
“Too much for you, little girl?”
You wished to protest, you tried with all your might, but as you attempted to remove your hand from your mouth, another whine escaped- pathetic, even on your own judgement. Letting yourself fall onto the cushions of the bed, you pressed both hands against your lips.
His laugh reached you again as he followed your movements, his breath was hot on the flushed skin of your cheeks when he pressed his lips to it.
“What will you do once I push my cock inside of you, hm?”
His words alone made your eyes roll back. What would you do? Press the cushion against your face? Waking up Joffrey and telling him to go sleep elsewhere became an incredibly appealing idea.
Aemond’s hand left your throbbing cunt, and you pressed your lips together at the empty sensation he left behind. He then moved your leg so it lay on the mattress opposite of him, and raised your nightgown to expose the lower part of your body. His mouth moved to your shoulder, still covered by the thin, white fabric, and he sank his teeth into it, making you hiss and clench a fist in the sheets.
You heard him fumbling with the laces of his trousers, before he freed himself from the straining confines of his breeches. Then you felt his tip against your drenched folds, teasing you mercilessly, as if he hadn’t been toying with you for the past fifteen minutes.
“Beg.” he breathed the order roughly against the skin of your neck, making goosebumps rise over your body. “Tell me how badly you crave my cock inside you.”
Even if you were sure your previous whines had convinced him far enough, you obeyed. “I… Please, Aemond… I need your cock inside me.” you whispered, feeling his tip nudge further between your folds, almost entering you.
“Not enough, Princess.”
“Aemond, I need you, please.” you breathed out, desperation leaking into your voice, hopefully enough for him to comply. “Fuck me, I… I feel so empty without you.”
He grabbed your hip, molding the soft flesh under his palm as he let out a grunt. Finally, he pushed forward, entering your tight channel with an ease provided by your wetness. “Isn’t this my good princess?” he whispered, moving his hand to grab the inside of your thigh from behind, raising your leg to thrust deeper. The sensation of his cock stretching you out, made your vision blur. “Letting me fuck her with her little brother in the room.”
You whined something incomprehensible even for you as he began to move inside of your cunt, hitting deeper each time. The preparation he gave you with his fingers before entering you- and also the fact that it was him inside of you, thrusting, using, and persuading you to do as he pleased- had you already on the brink of orgasm.
His free arm, the one propping him above you, slid closer to your back and slidered its hand under your hair and around your face, holding it so your eyes fell inevitably on your brother- still asleep, thank the Gods. “Is the Princess not ashamed? I know she should be.” he murmured teasingly, his hand on your thigh making its way between them, rubbing your clitoris in delightfully teasing motions. “Is she?”
You shook your head in disagreement. Your mouth was parted by his hold on your jaw, soft whimpers from it in time with his thrusts, which he kept slightly calmer than usual merely because of Joffrey, yet your eyes threatened to fall closed at the pleasure they were still providing. A sharp shake of your head was enough for them to be wide open again. “No.” you breathed out, “I’m not ashamed.”
“Fuck.” he hissed, moving faster now- a sign he was losing control, while still careful not to make too much noise. “You’d deserve far less than this… Less than being fucked on a royal bedding. Your behaviour would be better suited for a brothel.”
You whined again at his words, and moved his hand from from your jaw onto your mouth, pressing it there with both of yours to muffle yourself. Your hands barely covered his. His rough breath skimmed your neck once again, and his lips travelled down to your shoulder, biting once more where his teeth had sunk before.
You felt your drenched walls starting to flutter around his cock, and you knew he felt it too, when the bite got tighter and the thrusts erratic. “You’re so tight… It’s driving me wild.” he whispered ruggedly, moving his lips across your nightgown and up to your neck, biting on your pulse point while pressing his hand tighter on your mouth, knowing of the scream you’d let out.
“You want me to spill inside of you?” he asked into your ear, making you nod fervently and clench around him, hoping that answer to be enough. Yet, Aemond’s hand turned your face towards him, his silver hair brushing against your face as his fresh and sharp scent of thyme. “Beg for it, then.”
You would have rolled your eyes, hadn’t the pleasure of his cock pounding into your quivering cunt been that overwhelming. “Please…” you whined into his ear, “You will have me boneless into your arms in mere seconds…I want your cock inside of me until you cannot move any longer.”
Aemond released your face with a grunt, only to press his hand against your lips once again, this time making you arch your back against him. His other hand delivered a slap to your pussy- the sound wet, incredibly arousing, before it moved to your waist, bending it further. “Spoilt little princess.” he growled into your ear, picking up the speed of his thrusts.
Your hands found his once again, one wrapping around his index finger. Your eyes closed shut as you tried to remember that your brother was still asleep at mere feet from you two. “You’re unbelievably pretty like this…” he whispered, his thrusts starting to fall erratic once again.
The angle with which his thrusts hit your insides, the depth of them, made you feel as if your insides were bursting, and eventually, you came, trembling around Aemond’s cock with need, until his grip on your waist slipped, the palm landing onto the mattress as he released himself inside of you.
His breath fanned across the skin of your cheek as he tried to regain his composure. His hand released your mouth and found your shoulder, rubbing the thumb against the thin material. “Please… Tell your father I will marry you.” he whispered, brushing his lips against your jaw. “I cannot stand pretending to be partial to you.”
You closed your eyes, taking his hand into yours and wrapping his arm around your waist, “He will be against it.”
“Then tell him I’ve ruined his precious daughter.” he said, his grip tightening, “Tell him I have marked you with my cum more than once, that I count every time, and that I will do it again.”
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🎉 character: George Weasley
🎉 fandom: Harry Potter
🎉 tags: sleeping head cannons
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── .✦ George Weasley is a night owl, always staying up late, working on new products until you pull him to bed, whispering sweet words in his ears.
── .✦ On nights sleep seems to just be an arm's length away, George will simply watch you sleep, but not in a creepy way. Simply watching the way your chest rises and falls, the way your eyes flutter, the way your lips part, the way your nose twitches as you try to reach out for him.
── .✦ On nights sleep evades you, George will read to you. Whichever book you were currently reading or even one that started collecting dust on your bookshelves, all while running his hands through your hair.
── .✦ George Weasley is a extremely touchy sleeper. Always in some way touching you, arm thrown over your waist, legs twisted between yours, arm under your head
── .✦ George talks in his sleep, soft words mumbling. Talks about products, the store, family, you, even murmurs of a future family with you
── .✦ George will jokingly claim that you snore, bringing it up anytime you talk about him talking in his sleep. If you ever get upset or annoyed, he will place a kiss to the side of your head, whisper how much he loves your cute snores.
── .✦ George sleeps either in just his sleep pants, his favorite are the muggle ones you bought for him when you first started dating or if he's feeling cold, he'll throw on a shirt but only if you pick it out for him.
── .✦ George sleeps in most mornings, only pulling himself out of bed at the smell a fresh pot of coffee and breakfast. He'll wrap his arms around your waist, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, lips brushing against your neck as he wishes you good morning.
George and his trousers 🤣
(Okay, the joke was funnier in my head)
Draco this Cedric that oh Fred is my favourite where is the George weasley stuff bro I love the characters but I fear George is criminally underrated when he is objectively the better and more alive twin (laugh through the pain) anyway this is my formal request for more George weasley edits and fan fiction please!
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Walking around with your man
You wake up in the morning with your lover George Weasley
George Weasley x pureblood!reader
Summary: What will happen when it's time for the father daughter dance, yet your father refuses to be at your wedding?
Tags: established relationship, wedding day, reader has a shitty family, Arthur is the best dad ever, mainly centered around Arthur + reader dance
A/n: This came to me one day randomly and I just had to write it. Also, on a completely unrelated note, we are almost to 300 followers and my mind is simply blown to think about that. I have a fun event planned for it!!
Father Daughter Dance
“Now may I bring everyone’s attention to the dance floor for the father daughter dance.” The smile on your face fades as George’s arm tightens around your waist. “Shit, love. I am so sorry. I could have sworn Mum told him to skip this part.” You shake your head. “It’s alright George. I’m sure we can invite others to dance.”
And that is what exactly happened, father and daughter all over joined the dance floor. Your chest tightens as the tears blur your vision. A small smile forms at the sight of Bill twirling around little Victoire. She is so lucky to be loved so loud and so fierce.
Before you could go down a path of grief no one should on their wedding day, a hand appears in front of you. Your eyes widen as Mr Weasley smiles warmly, waiting for you to take his hand. “Mr Weasley? W-what are you doing?’ He reaches out, taking my arm. “What does it look like I am doing?” He asks, guiding you back to the dance floor. “But Ginny?” He shakes his head. “Ginny will have her time to dance at her wedding. But right now, I am dancing with my other daughter.”
Tears flow down the your cheeks, like the small river down the hill behind the Burrow. “You are my daughter, officially now but you always have been. Molly and I are so very proud of you. The house you grew up in,” His voice hardens before he shakes his head. “You, my beautiful girl, are a survivor and the best choice for George. I don’t think my son would have survived the war without you.” You nod, knowing how difficult it was to talk about Fred even years later. “Thank you dear, for everything. For loving our son. For being the perfect daughter any parent could ever ask for.” Mr Weasley presses a kiss to your forehead as the song ends.
“Mr-” He shakes his head. “No need for that. Call me Arthur or dad, which ever makes you more comfortable. Now I should go find Molly. Thank you for the dance.” You nod, wiping the tears running down your cheeks.
“Love you alright?” George asks, wrapping his arms around your waist. You nod, smiling up at your husband.
“Perfect Georgie. Absolutely perfect.”
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blood lust
summary: With his ego inflated after Rook’s Rest, Aemond makes another move against the blacks — taking you.
pairing: Aemond x Niece!Reader
word count: 1.8k+
warnings: Explicit smut, dark!Aemond, incest, oral sex (f recieving), p in v sex, heavy dubcon, loss of virginity, mention of blood, knife play, angst!!! 18+ MDNI
Destiny was a fickle thing but Aemond Targaryen knew three things for certain: he was destined to lose an eye, destined to claim the largest dragon of the known world and destined to be with you.
For as long as Aemond could remember, he wanted you, dreamed of you. The mere thought of you made his cock ache at any moment.
It was not as if Aemond had no other options. There were plenty of Lord’s willing to send their daughters to King’s Landing to be married off to a prince.
As lovely as those girls might have been, they all shared the same detrimental flaw: they simply were not you. You were a member of House Targaryen — bastard born or not, the blood of Old Valyria ran deep within your veins. You were a skilled dragon rider, you carried yourself with grace, held a quick wit, spoke your mother tongue. Above all else, you had been there for Aemond when no one else was. You were perfect.
Aemond had no interest in being betrothed to a Baratheon or a Lannister, nor an Arryn or a Stark; even the most beautiful girl the Tyrell’s had to offer would simply never compare. After a denied proposal for a betrothal and you being taken away to Dragonstone Aemond felt powerless — until now.
Your entire body aches as you make out your surroundings. You had been taken in the middle of the night, forced onto dragon back with your hands and feet tied.
“Listen to me,” your uncle says as he crouches in front of you, “if you scream the guards will come and you’ll be thrown in the dungeons. You have no friends here except me. Do you understand?”
You nod your head in agreement, desperate to be free of the makeshift gag he had made for you.
As if he could read your mind, Aemond pulls down the rag that covers your mouth.
“Aemond, this is treason,” you state plainly.
“Treason, would be betraying the crown, sweet niece,” he responds, “I am the crown.”
“Fuck you!” you grumble at him.
“Iksos bona skoros ao jaelagon?” Is that what you want?
Against your better judgment, you spit right in his face, observing him nervously as he wipes it away.
“Fiesty little thing you are.”
“What do you want with me, Aemond? Will you force me to kneel before you? Carve out my eye? Perhaps I’ll suffer the same fate as my brother?”
Ah, Lucerys. He was waiting for you to bring that up.
“While I’m sure that seeing you on your knees is a glorious sight, I have other plans for you.”
“I have no desire to bed you, Aemond. I am betrothed.”
The smirk on his face slightly drops at that. Betrothed.
“And where is Lord Stark now?” He questions casually.
“Preparing his army for war.”
“I wonder how it must feel?” he goes on, “to be whored out? Practically sold like a broodmare so that your pretender of a mother can build herself an army?”
“Better to be his whore than your war prize.”
The mask of cruelty on Aemond's face fades for a moment, and for a second, he almost looks hurt at your words.
“Is that what you think? That you’re merely a ‘prize’? You wound me, dear niece. Do you not remember that I love you?”
Ice fills your veins at his confession and your heart drops into your stomach. Things could’ve been different, they should’ve been.
“I don’t understand why things had to escalate in this way, Aemond,” you say as you start to cry, “you could’ve —“ you choke back a sob, “you could’ve had me.”
Aemond takes your chin in his hands as he lets out a laugh.
“I do have you, baby.”
Fear courses through you at his words. Aemond unsheathes a knife from his jacket pocket and holds it to your chest for a brief moment before pulling away.
“Hold still,” he demands as he cuts the rope that holds your ankles together.
You wince as Aemond forcefully spreads your legs apart, violently cutting a hole into your undergarments, exposing your cunt to him.
“Tell me, has Stark fucked this pretty little pussy yet?”
He knows he hasn’t, he knows you and Cregan still have yet to meet. He wants to hear you say it.
“N-no,” you stutter as you continue to cry. Gods, you look so pretty when you cry, Aemond thinks to himself. He only smirks in response.
“You are still a maiden, right, sweet one? You haven’t let little Lord Strong defile you, have you?”
“Gods, Aemond. No.”
“Hm,” Aemond frowns, “a shame for him, really. Now he’ll never have the chance being that you will never see him again.”
“They’ll come for you,” you tell him.
“If they wish to keep me away from you and your perfect cunt they’ll have to kill you,” he muses, “But even then…”
A darkness takes over your uncles face and you soon realize the Aemond you once knew is gone. You are dealing with a whole new monster. He is an animal, a beast — and you are merely prey.
“Do you touch yourself?” he asks, pulling you from your thoughts.
“S-sometimes,” you whisper, feeling ashamed, but finding it difficult to lie to him.
“What do you think about when you do?”
“Not you,” you retort.
He runs two fingers through your soft folds, causing you to gasp, before bringing his fingers up to the light.
“Liar,” he states as his fingers glisten, coated in your slick. “You know you don’t have to lie to me, baby. I think about you, too…”
You can’t help but notice the evident bulge in your uncle's pants, his cock strains against the delicate fabric. You can tell how big he is. You try your best to divert your gaze elsewhere.
“Now, I’m going to untie your wrists. Might I remind you of what I said earlier: You are far better off in here, with me, than out there,” he says, pointing to the door with his dagger.
You’re not sure if you believe him. At this point, you might prefer to be thrown in the dungeon with the rats, left to starve. Instead of arguing, you simply nod your head as Aemond cuts you free.
You feel wobbly as you stand on your feet, Aemond holds your hands as you gain your composure. Your ankles and wrists feel sore, but Aemond rubs his thumb against your wrist soothingly.
Your heart is practically beating out of your chest as that familiar ache between your legs begins to grow. You know you shouldn't be aroused by this behavior, but your body is betraying you.
Aemond picks you up swiftly and places you onto his bed. There was a time where you dreamed of this. If only your younger self could see you now.
Your thoughts are interrupted once again as Aemond’s large hand wraps around your throat. He squeezes lightly, trying to keep you in your place. You make a feeble attempt to push him away, but he is too strong and you can’t break free.
“Please, don’t be afraid of me,” he pleads, “I need you,” the timbre of his voice is so low that you aren’t sure if he meant for you to hear. His free hand moves to your breast, massaging it roughly through your chemise.
"You are so beautiful," he says, leaning over you. You feel him press himself against you, his cock rubbing against your leg, pre-cum leaks out of the tip and smears onto your thigh.
He pushes back and nestles himself comfortably between your thighs. His dexterous fingers part your folds ever so gently, exposing you to him completely.
“Gods, you’re perfect. The most perfect girl in the entire realm,” he groans before his face is buried between your thighs. His plump lips suck at your clit as he prods at it with his tongue before moving up and down your slit. You feel yourself getting wetter, arousal leaks from your core and Aemond laps it up eagerly. On instinct, you spread your legs even further apart, your body betraying you once again.
Aemond licks harder, and you feel the soft muscle of his tongue slip inside you. A loud moan erupts from your chest as a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach. Your hand shoots down to to tug at Aemond’s silver tresses.
You’re so close, you’ve never been touched like this before and one final glide of his tongue pushes you over the edge. You cry out loudly as you cum, your vision going blurry as your cunt contracts around him.
Aemond pulls himself from your core and stands up, grabbing your hips. He harshly pulls you to the edge of the bed and you feel his cock pressing against you. You eagerly push towards him this time. There is no point in fighting him. You gasp as he enters you fully, filling you completely. The stretch is overwhelming, a tight burning sensation. The fullness begins to feel good as your silky walls flutter around him.
“Just relax,” he coos, “I know you want me.”
You feel his cock twitch inside you slightly as he groans, leaning down to bite your shoulder.
“Fuuuck,” he drawls, “you’re so tight and wet, baby, so perfect; just like I dreamed you would be.”
Your cheeks bloom crimson at his praise and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he fucks into you. The sharp pain soon fades into pleasure. The fat tip of his cock relentlessly bullies that sweet spot inside you that you were never able to reach on your own.
Aemond reaches up to paw at your breast, pinching at your nipple roughly, and a wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your spine tingles and your toes curl, causing you to moan in response.
"You think Stark could fuck you like this? Make you feel the way I do? That anyone could?" He rasps as his thrusts become relentless. He slaps your face when you fail to give him an answer. A shameful whimper escapes you.
"Answer. Me." he demands between thrusts, his teeth gritted together, his thumb swiping over the rosy, delicate flesh where he hit you.
“N-no, Aemond! Only you, just you! I'm sorry!” you all but choke out to him.
“That’s right, my sweet. You were fuckin’ made for me,” he grunts before pausing his thrusts, his hips stuttering before he pulls his cock out of you almost entirely. Making note of the blood that coats his shaft, hoping you don’t notice.
“You know it, I know it, your mother knows it,” he grits out, “you’re mine.”
“Yes, Aemond, I’m — fuck! I’m yours,” you mewl.
“Do you love me?" he asks, your mind is hazy, and stars blur your vision as he continues to drill into you. Even while he is taking control, his insecurity still has a way of shining through his cruel demeanor.
You loved him once, long ago. Maybe you could love him again? You know the answer he is looking for is not ‘maybe.’
"Kessa, Avy jorrāelan." Yes, I love you.
Aemond grins at this, impressed with your knowledge of your shared mother tongue.
He slams his cock into you full force, stilling as he presses hard against your cervix, making you cry out again. His hand tangles in your hair as he places his forehead against yours.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he tells you.
You grip at his hips, pulling him into you.
“C-cum inside me,” you moan through bated breaths, “claim me as your own, once and for all.”
“You’ve always been mine,” he says as he complies, pushing into you deeply as he shoots his hot cum inside of you, warmth blooming in your chest as he does so; before collapsing on top of you.
“What happens now?” you ask, as he gently pulls himself out of your heat, allowing his seed to seep onto the bed sheets.
“This is just the beginning.”
George and y/nn broke up after the war because they both wanted to concentrate on their careers. The two see each other again years later at Ginny's and Harry's wedding because y/n and Ginny were very good friends even though she was in Fred and George's year. She was always like a big sister to ginny. George and y/n have never stopped loving each other and getting closer to each other again at the wedding. Then they disappear into the burrow and have hot sex. George is Dom as always. When the two come back Fred and Ginny already look suspiciously at them, because both of them always had to hear from the two how much they miss each other.
as fate promised | george weasley x reader
a/n: happy birthday to the most impactful and long-lasting book crush i've ever had. george weasley will always be the character i could never live without. thank you for all 5 requests i have in my inbox for him, but specifically this one. i took some creative liberties, but i hope i've at least given you a hint of what you were hoping for.
warnings: SMUT 18+, alcohol mention, war mention, pregnancy mention, au in which fred is alive (it's his birthday and i'm not cruel) and harry and ginny have a happy wedding, this isn't exactly accurate but... it's fun, i actually wrote a happy ending for once! yay, hastily proofread
The sunlight in Ginny’s bedroom streamed in slow, golden ribbons, casting a soft spell over everything it touched—the lace veil folded carefully on the dresser, the half-drunk flute of champagne on the windowsill, and the back of your neck, where a loose strand of hair clung to the curve of your skin. You laughed, breathless and fond, as Ginny spun in front of the mirror, the satin of her gown whispering against the wooden floor.
"You look like a painting," you murmured, reaching forward to adjust the fall of Ginny’s hairpins, fingers trembling ever so slightly. "Something out of a dream."
Ginny rolled her eyes with affection. "Don't go getting sentimental on me now. I need you composed, remember? One of us has to be."
But you weren’t listening anymore. Not really. Because the second you lifted your gaze out the crooked-pane window, your heart snagged on the sight of him.
George.
”Real” Man
notes: hiii lovelies! i don’t have much to say except reqs are open & appreciated💘.
pairing: george weasley x fem!reader
genre: smut, porn w/ plot, angst?? but not really
summary: Draco has the audacity to tell your boyfriend that he isn’t a “real man” after a gryffindor victory. George makes sure to vocalise how funny he finds this as he is pleasuring you later that same evening.
tw’s: Muggleborn Ravenclaw reader (for the plot), cursing, unprotected sex, praise kink, George in general, nicknames (love, sweet baby, pretty girl, sweetheart, lovebug), a little dry humping🤔??, anddd aftercare ofc!
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feat George Weasley x bsf!reader
SUMMARY: You get stood up by your boyfriend on Valentine's Day. Thankfully, your best friend George is ready to give you the Valentine's you deserve.
CW: MDNI 18+, smut, hurt/comfort, cheating on shitty boyfriends, idiots to lovers, petty!George, dirty talk, oral, piv, dom!George, all the Valentine's fluff
AN: happy valentines day!!!! you all have my heart 🫶
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