Hey, luvs! My name is Georgia! If you can’t tell, George Weasley has kinda been the only thing keeping me sane for the last two years. He’s kinda the only person I’ll write for, although I’ll make an exception for Fred (I’ll only write for him if it’s requested). I don’t write for other characters, (in HP) only, AND only, because it isn’t very fun for me. I’m sorry! Ik, I suck :p
Characters I write for
George Weasley (HP)
Fred Weasley (HP)
Lip Gallagher (Shameless)
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Hi. Ik it’s been a minute since I posted anything on here. No, it’s not a fic, it’s a poem that I wrote. I’ve been going through a slump as one dose, and I wrote this to get some of my feelings out. I like it a lot, so I wanted to share it was you all. I’ll try to get back into writing over the summer, but I’m not gonna promise anything. Thank you for all of you that have stuck with me. I love you all sm. I hope you enjoy the poem (:
I miss making you feel special, if I ever did. I miss making you feel like you were worth it and that maybe life isn’t as shity as it seems. I miss giving you the realization that you’re feeling love. That you didn’t know what it meant or how it felt until you met me. How nothing made sense and how you didn’t value a human life until you met me. I miss making you feel things, good things. Like when you walk outside and you appreciate the air that you’re breathing kind of things. Like how the whole world could be falling apart but there’s still that glimmer of hope kind of things. Like when the flowers and leaves start growing after a long and cold winter kind of things. I miss making you feel warm during those long winter nights. The nights that you thought you may freeze to death and melt into a puddle of nothing the next morning. How my words would make your insides all fuzzy and warm. But now it’s spring, you don’t need my words to warm up your insides as the air around you gets warmer. You don’t need me. You don’t need me. You don’t need my touch, my love that I so willingly and unconditionally poor upon you. That love that I could give to someone else, but I choose not to. I chose to give it to you, and I’ll continue to. I’ll continue too till I no longer have the energy to live.
i love butch women. i love women who use he/him pronouns. i love women with traditionally masculine names. i love women with short hair. i love women with body hair. i love women with facial hair. i love women with deep voices. i love strong women. i love masculine women. i love them.
Go watch “the principals of pleasure” on Netflix rn. I’ve only been watching for 15 minutes and I’ve already learned sm about my body. It’s amazing, 10/10🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻
Warnings: NSFW, established relationships, fluff, unprotected sex
Spending summer at the burrow was definitely a good idea, the best one you could say. You’ve always had a soft spot for entire Weasley family, with all its noisy kids and fussy parents. Mrs Weasley accepted you as her own child the moment George introduced you to her, treating you with her usual love and tenderness. And so did Mr Weasley, occasionally inundating you with questions about how different muggle objects work. But the happiest about your stay at the burrow of all red-haired family seemed to be no other than Ginny, so desperate for a bit of woman’s company in a house with six men of different age living in. So, needless to say that you were sharing a room with her, to George’s great discontent
Weasley’s house was amazing, even despite all small cracks in the walls and creaking floors you found this place absolutely fabulous. But even such a lovely place had its flaws. Air circulation in such a peculiar building was horrible, and even despite almost all windows of the house being wide open for wind to come in, scorching heat didn’t seem to fade away even a lightest bit. And even now as you’re laying on a bed that Mr Weasley so nicely installed in a spare corner of Ginny’s small, but cozy room, you’re all covered in thin layer of sticky sweat even despite your covers being discarded long time ago
You roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling through the thick darkness, you feel beads of sweat rolling down your temple, getting lost in your hair. You inhale deeply through your nose, lungs filling with hot air not easing your state in a slightest. You rise from soft mattress carefully, heading towards the door leading out of Ginny’s bedroom, trying to make as little noise as possible in order to not wake red-haired girl from her light sleep
Descending the stairs, skipping those that you know creak the loudest, you make it to the kitchen. The air here is a little bit cooler and you sigh heavily in slight relief as it hits your bare skin. You’re wearing nothing but George’s old shirt and your underwear, but even the obvious lack of clothing doesn’t help you dealing with the heat
There’s no need to turn the lights on as you know this kitchen as the back of your hand. You waddle towards the raw of countertops, grabbing spare glass and a jar of water from it. You fill the glass to the brim with a crystal clear liquid, bring it up to your lips and finish it in a few big gulps, repeating the process one more time
When your thirst is finally quenched you make your way to the sink, turning the tap on and washing the glass lazily, then discarding it onto the dish dryer rack. You crouch over the sink, relishing in the feeling of cold water running over the heated skin of your hands, filling handfuls of water and washing sweat off your heated face and neck. You turn the handle of a tap, shutting the flow of water
You’re about to turn around and head back to Ginny’s bedroom when you feel a pair of strong hands wrapping around your mid-section, causing you to jump in surprise
- Goodnight, my love, - you hear a hoarse voice right next to your ear, hot breath fanning over your flushed cheek. You swat lightly at one of man’s arms holding your body, wide grin stretching your lips
- Goddamnit George, you startled me! - you whisper-scream at your boyfriend, leaning your back into him, but as soon as his warmth hits your body you decide against it. Red-haired too feels the heat radiating from you and happily unwraps his arms, letting go of you, crouching over the sink himself and washing his face with delightedly cold water just like you did mere minute ago. In a dim moonlight pouring through open windows you note that he’s wearing nothing but his boxers and you feel kind of envy of him. You too want to discard the poor remainings of your clothes but don’t want to embarrass Ginny with your bare chest
- Can’t fall asleep too? - you inquire softly, leaning against the dining table, squinting at your beloved through the velvety darkness that is especially thick at this time of day - it was not too long until sunrise. You see the dark silhouette of a tall man in front of you nodding a few times as he parrots your actions, leaning against the table himself
- Can’t even imagine how’s Freddie sleeping in his bloody heat. I mean, he’s dead-asleep, I stumbled and fell over his bed and he didn’t even budge! Maybe he fainted? - George tells you in low voice and you giggle dorkingly at man’s words, but the possibility of Fred passing out because of the heat is more than real
- Maybe we should go check on him? - you suggest, earning a breathy chuckle from George as he shakes his head “no”
- He’ll be alright. Anyway it’s Fred we’re talking about, don’t be too sorry for him darling, - George shrugs his shoulders, and you’re about to start defending your boyfriend’s twin as his heavy sigh stops you from doing so. - God I miss cuddling you, this fucking weather’s thanking the best of me. Maybe we should go to the lake in the morning?
- So you can grope me in cold water? - you hit him with snide remark and he hums thoughtfully in response
- Exactly my dear, exactly, - George says in feignedly serious voice, making you giggle again. You can’t help but lean against red-haired’s torso, even despite all the brain-melting heat craving for his touch, just a few short seconds - that’d be enough. Surprisingly to you Weasley wraps one of his arms around your shoulders, leaning down closer to your face and whispering quietly:
- Let’s go to the bathroom
You gape at him for a few moments as George gets a soft grip of your hand, leading you up the stairs and towards the tiled room. Once you’re both inside and the door is shut tight behind you, younger of the twins leans in, placing a soft yet demanding kiss to your lips. You waste no time, wrapping your arms around red-haired’s slightly wet from sweat neck, drawing him in even closer
His big hands easily find their way under your (his) t-shirt, roaming and caressing every inch of your body, you can feel his hardening cock rubbing against your belly through the layers of fabric. George crouches a little, his calloused fingers slide down your bare thighs and the moment they get a firm grip of you - you jump, wrapping your legs around your boyfriend’s waist as he supports the weight of your body easily. He sits you on top of a small countertop littered with numerous bottles each containing different kind of shampoo, body wash and other pleasantly-scented liquids
You splay your legs apart for George to settle in-between them comfortably; his nimble hands make quick work shedding your t-shirt, discarding it on the cold tiled floor, immediately finding their way up to your tits, kneading pliable flesh. You whimper softly as he tugs and squeezes sensitive buttons of your nipples, arching your body into your boyfriend’s broad chest. His lips crash onto yours in a deep sloppy kiss, tongues tangle together messily
Your hands slide down from his neck, caressing soft skin of his chest, slowly making your way down to his crotch. You carefully palm George through his underwear, feeling his hard cock twitching under your touch. It’s been a while since you had sex, it’s hard to find a private place in a house full of energetic teenagers
- I want you. Right now, - you whisper breathily against George’s lips, and fortunately he takes your hint, hooking the elastic of your panties with his fingers and pulling them down your legs, taking the useless garment off. He then does the same with his boxers, kicking them off as they flood around his ankles, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock and pumping it lazily a few times
George’s other hand slides in-between your legs, scooping up your arousal with his index and middle fingers, smearing it all over your puffy pussy. His fingertips graze your entrance, teasing your hole with light touches, and when you’re about to start complaining red-haired pushes his digits softly in, meeting slight resistance of your inner walls caused by the lack of sex
His thumb finds your clit, rubbing gentle figures eight into the bundle of nerves, making you writhe under his touch. George carefully, not to cause any pain, scissors and curls his fingers up inside of you, stretching your pussy out for himself. Soon he adds the third finger and you mewl at the pleasant feeling, bucking your hips into your boyfriend’s hand, signaling that you’re ready to take him inside
Younger out of twins decides not to torture both of you any more, pulling his fingers out of you and then shoving his digits into his mouth, relishing in the ethereal taste of you. He holds his heavy cock, swiping the head of it up and down your slit, covering himself in your slick to ease the penetration before aligning himself with your fluttering hole
You hold in a breath in anticipation and soon enough George bucks his hips carefully, forcing himself into the heat of your body. Your head lolls back as he fully bottoms up inside of your pussy, his cockhead nudging your cervix. Red-haired starts pumping his hips against yours, picking up steady pace and you let out a loud moan, relishing in the feeling of finally being full
Suddenly you feel one of George’s hands being slapped over your mouth, trying to muffle all the precious sounds that slip past you kiss-swollen lips
- Honey, I don’t have a wand to cast a silencing spell. Be quiet, you don’t want the whole house to know what we are doing here, right? - George whispers in your ear and you nod in response frantically, biting into your bottom lip to suppress small whimpers and moans tearing through you
His fingers release your mouth and make their way down, roaming your smaller body and digging into soft thighs. George buries his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder, his hips snap into yours on a rapid tempo and he grunts against your skin. You run your hands up and down man’s muscular from quidditch arms causing goosebumps to rise up on his freckled skin
- Fuck, I missed this so damn much, - George groans quietly, his hot lips graze the skin of your neck, his hands roam all over your pliable form as he thrusts into you, guiding your hips to meet him halfway, deepening the penetration and causing both of you to roll your eyes back in pleasure
You sigh as he pulls out, and you barely manage to hold back a lecherous moan as he thrusts all the way back in. He pushes your legs further apart, changing by that the angle on which he’s fucking into you, and you distinguish George hissing a few profanities through clenched teeth
Your hand slides down to where your and George’s bodies connect, small fingers flicking over your swollen clit skillfully, pleasuring yourself. Red-haired groans at the sight, his pace becoming sloppy and abrupt as he feels your walls clamp around him. Your mind starts feeling fuzzy and body tenses, you feel your release quickly approaching
- Georgie, I’m close, - you whine meekly, grazing his sharp jawline with your lips in a weak attempt to give him a kiss. Red-haired nods curtly at your words, his ragged breathing fanning over your sweat-covered chest
- ‘m right behind you, - he rasps and you already start feeling knots growing tighter in your stomach, mild electric shocks circulating through your veins and to every smallest cell of your body
It takes only a few more deep thrusts to push you over the edge; pleasure rolls over your body wave after wave, crashing your whole being with thrumming pleasure. Your grip on George is so tight that you’re sure that you’ll leave bruises on his skin, but neither of you care. Weasley boy follows immediately after you, his hips lurch as he shoots his hot cum inside of you, painting your walls white, the prettiest little whimper escaping his lips
George rests his forehead against yours, your noses rubbing together as both of you try to catch your breaths, eyes closed euphorically. As your mind starts clearing out you realize just how hot it is in the once pleasantly chill bathroom, the air is stale and heavy, your and Geaorge’s body covered in sticky sweat
- We gotta take a shower, - you mumble quietly, feeling slightly tired but not sleepy at all. George hums in agreement, placing chaste kisses on both of your cheeks, causing you to smile weakly
- And then we can lounge on the couch before picking up others and heading to the lake, - boy suggests, now leaving a short peck on your lips
- Sounds great, - you sigh happily, leaning into his sweltering embrace
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George Weasley x Reader-There Aren't Enough Words To Describe How Beautiful You Are
Prompt 341~ Wow / Wow? All this effort for one syllable
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“Sweetheart, are you nearly ready?” George asked, knocking on the dorm door that separated the two of them, curiosity filling his mind about what dress Y/n was wearing. Y/n had insisted on keeping it a secret from him until tonight.
“Nearly, just gimme a sec’,” Y/n answered back, turning her attention back to the mirror, carefully applying her y/f/c lipstick to her lips.
“The ball is gonna be finished by the time we get there,” George joked, leaning against the dorm door. He’d lost track of how long he’d actually been standing outside her dorm; though he knew that it was long enough as the Common Room below was completely empty, that he minded too much, he just wanted to be able to get the chance to dance with his amazing girlfriend. If she ever left the dorm room.
He couldn’t deny that he was excited about the ball, but he was more excited about the fact that he was going with Y/n. She made the Yule Ball all the more special to him, enough so that he’d even practiced his dancing.
Y/n took one final look at herself in the mirror, before making her way over to the door and opening it, completely unaware that George was leaning against the door until he stumbled backwards into her room.
“It’s a good thing I have a good sense of balance,” he chuckled as he regained his balance, turning around to look at Y/n.
Y/n rarely ever wore dresses, in fact George was sure he could count on one hand the amount of times he’d seen her in one, she just always said that she preferred wearing jeans or leggings because they made her feel more comfortable.
So the fact that she was standing there in front of him in an absolutely gorgeous dress made him beam with joy.
She looked absolutely breathtaking. So breathtaking that he couldn’t find the words to tell her just how beautiful she was.
“Wow,” he breathed out, his eyes widening slightly as he took in every aspect of her; the way her dress hugged every perfect curve of her body, the way her makeup made her stunning y/e/c shine, captivating him completely.
“Wow? All this effort for one syllable,” Y/n teased,, raising her eyebrows at him quizzically, trying to work out if the ‘wow’ that had fallen from his lips was a good wow or a bad one.
George could see the worry slowly begin to grow in her eyes, but still he couldn’t find the right words he wanted to say to her; in that moment he wasn’t sure there were any to describe her.
So he did the only thing he could do to show her.
He lightly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, the smell of her perfume almost intoxicating him with every breath he took.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he gazed into her eyes, feeling her hands wrap around the back of his neck.
Slowly he leaned forward, closing the distance between them and softly brushing his lips against hers.
“Beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, pecking them softly.
A beaming smile spread across Y/n's face as she processed the words that he’d said.
“Gorgeous,” he continued, his voice still quiet as he placed another peck on her lips.
“Magnificent,”
Another peck.
“Stunning,”
Another peck.
“Are you gonna say every synonym for beautiful,” Y/n began, feeling the butterflies in her stomach swarm in a frenzy at his heartfelt words as she began to play with the long longer strands of his ginger hair that sat at the back of his neck.
“Because I think we’ll definitely be late to the Ball if you do,”
The teasing and playful tone in her voice made a small chuckle slip past George’s lips as he moved his hands up her body to her face. His thumbs softly caressed her cheeks as he tilted her head forehead slightly, before placing a delicate kiss on her forehead.
“We better get going then, sweetheart,” he whispered, placing his lips on Y/ns once again, savouring every second of it before having to tear himself away from her. Knowing full well that if he didn’t stop himself from continuing that kiss, they’d never make it to the Yule Ball.
“You don’t look too bad yourself Georgie,” Y/n cooed, straightening his jacket. It was such a simple act but it made a small blush creep onto Georges cheeks; lightly he grabbed her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers before gently guiding her down the stairs.
