#hickie

[startilting]

We've been trying to manifest fall... But all we're getting is Summerween 😥🎃🎃🔪🔪🩸🩸🩸

[puppycatyume]

Big sis left her mark on me again,,,

[batmanintrouble]

Artist: https://twitter.com/_FriendlyPigeon

[dumdardes]

butt | bites

[draco-and-tom]

School Girl- George Weasley

✰ WARNINGS- unprotected sex, thigh riding, Dom!George, Nicknames, Skirt Kink, Marking Kink

You and George have been dating for 8 months now. It’s been almost a month since Fred and George left you alone at Hogwarts. They had asked you to come with, but you knew you wanted to graduate first. It’s not like you thought it would be easy, but you never thought it would be so hard to not see George. You went from seeing your boyfriend, and your best friend, to not seeing them at all for a month and it honestly hurt you more than you would ever admit. You got up from your bed and rubbed your eyes, walking over to your dresser. You pulled out your button shirt, tie, robes, and…..damnit. You had just worn your skirt yesterday, but it was too hot to wear your pants. You shrug and get out your skirt from last year, sure you had grown a little but it would be all right. You start changing and can't stop the grin that you get when you think about the trip to Hogsmeade. You finally got to see the twins and you were sure that there was nothing that could ruin the day for you. You walked over to the mirror and adjusted the skirt that was now around your waist. You knew you would be fine, it was only a few inches shorter, plus Hogwarts thankfully doesn't have much of a dress code.  You pull on your shoes and walk out of your room. Walking down the hall alone was honestly peaceful at Hogwarts. The sound of your steady breathing and the tap of your shoes always have a calming effect. You tend to wake up earlier so that you can get the good food from the great hall before it’s all gone. You enter the great hall and sit down beside your friend Alica. “Damn y/n nice skirt” she laughed “You trying to get laid?”

✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫Arriving in Hogsmeade✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫ “See you later” you shout to your friends as you walk away. They wanted you to come to The Three Broomsticks with them for a glass of butterbeer, but they knew how you are about George and didn’t bother after your first answer.  You lightly jog over to the joke shop about two stores away from you and run through the doorway, ringing the bell above it as you enter. “Welcome to Weasley’s-” George stopped talking when he lifted his head from the product he was gently setting on a display. “Y/N?! You didn't tell me it was a Hogsmeade weekend!” he said smiling, practically from ear to ear. God did he miss you. “Surprise!” you laughed and ran up to your boyfriend. You hugged him tightly before kissing him on the lips. “Woah there Y/N. I'm supposed to be greeting you not the other way around” he jokes and gives you a peck on the cheek. You roll your eyes and let go of him, taking off your school robes. As you turn around to set it on the chair George notices the difference in your skirt and goes a little stiff, trying not to be aroused by something as simple as a skirt. George knew he had a thing for skirts, and hated the fact that he did. That’s the only plus of not seeing you all the time, apparently you liked your little skirts. This time, however, it was different. That skirt was pretty short, not showing anything inappropriate, but showing him more of your thighs. Sometimes he wished he could fuck you in one of those pretty little skirts, but god this time he could barely force himself not to fuck you right there. “You okay?” you ask and look at him with concern once you notice George staring at your thighs and stand almost completely still which was reallyyy weird for a Weasley twin. George couldn’t stay still to save his life to be completely honest. George cleared his throat, looking you up and down. You blushed, you knew George got turned on by you sometimes but you’ve never done anything with him other than make out. “Yeah just….thinking,” he said and turned back to the display. “Hey Y/N? Can I show you something upstairs?” he asked, turning back to look at you. You nod and stand up, walking up the stairs with your boyfriend. “Oh hey Freddie!” you say as he passes you on your way up the stairs “Good to see you Y/L/N”. You smile and nod before reaching their flat. George gestures to his room and you oblige, walking inside. As soon as you pass the threshold he slams the door shut and pushes you against it. George’s arms were on either side of your head, making it practically impossible to move, even though you had no intention of doing so. You let out a small whimper from all of the sudden movement. He ignores your sounds and gets closer to your face “Why the hell are you wearing that fucking skirt” he asks, lips barely touching yours. You felt your legs buckle slightly beneath you at his words. You didn’t think the skirt would have that much on an impact, but it’s not like you were complaining. George’s left-hand moves to your hip, helping you stand back up straight. “Answer me!” he said making you bite your lip. You didn't want to disobey, but you didn't feel like you could speak. He’s never been this forward on sexual stuff and it was making the pool between your legs grow by the second. “Fine” he responds to your silence, almost whispering “I’ll just have to ask nicer”. George moves his face over to your ear and whispers “Why did you wear that skirt darling?” he moves one of his hands to play with the end of it, fingers lightly grazing your thigh. “Because all I want to do right now-” he paused to nip your ear lobe “ is fuck you in your tight little hole”. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a whimper for him to hear. “My other skirt was dirty” you explained, trying your best to focus despite your arousal. You opened your eyes to see George roll his eyes “And?!” He whisper-yelled “I’ve been around Hogwarts long enough to know that they allow pants kitten” he started to gently nip at your neck, sadly too light to leave any marks. “It’s too hot” you squirm under his touch. You could feel the ginger smile against your skin. “Want more huh?” he asked, noticing your reaction to his teasing. You moaned out and nodded. You didn’t know why you were being so honest, you don't normally give in to stuff this easily, but you couldn’t help it. George groaned at your response and started sucking harshly on your neck. You reached out and grabbed his upper arm, needing something to squeeze. Once the realization came over you that everyone was going to know what George was doing to you, you became more aroused and it was almost painful not to moan with every new mark he made on you. He pulled back and admired his work “hmm” he hummed and nodded “look how weak you are….I've barely even touched you”. He smirked “guess now I know my baby girl has a thing for marks” he paused and made a face of consideration before speaking “or maybe she just knows that now everyone knows she’s mine” he whispered, leaning into your ear “tell me...do you want everyone to know how good I make you feel? Or do you just want to brag about whose cock you took like a good girl” you moaned and the boy observed in silence “oh. How silly of me, I forgot that it's both” he chuckled in a low voice. George honestly felt too turned on with the way you reacted to his words. You were practically begging him for more. “Need help with your situation love?” George asked and you nodded eagerly. He wrapped his hands around the back of your thigh to lift it, but when he touched you he felt the thin lines of liquid running down your thighs and moaned “Fuck. All this for me?” he asked, rubbing your thigh “only you.” you moaned out and he groaned. George continued to lift your thigh and put his knee between your legs. You looked down at noticed the obvious bulge in his pants. “But I want you” you whined and he nodded “I know. You better be glad I'm giving you anything at all” you whimpered in agreement as George pulled your white panties for you. “Who gave you permission to wear something so pure?” he chuckled “trying to play innocent?” he asked and brought his knee back up to your throbbing pussy. “You can help yourself now kitten,” he said and you quickly gave in. You started to grind your pussy against his clothed thigh, trying to get the perfect angle on your clit. “OH” you whined when George pushed you harder against the door, taking matters into his own hands. George gripped your hips tightly and rubbed his thigh perfectly against you. George was grunting “good girl. Keep whining, I love seeing you make such a pretty mess all over me.”  After a few seconds, you could feel the pressure in your stomach tighten and knew you were so close. You didn’t even need to tell George, he could tell be the broken whimpers and praises of his name. Suddenly you felt yourself cum and George helped you come down from your high. George pulls away from you and starts to take off his jumper and trousers. “I don't know if I ca-” he cuts you off “you’ll take my cock like a good girl kitten. You’ll cum as many times as I say”. You moaned as he walked over to you. George was completely naked by this point. George had your lip quivering with desire once you saw how hard he was, It looked smaller in his pants. He nipped down in your neck making more marks, “Finally get to fuck your pretty little hole in this damn skirt.” he growled out as he slid his cock through your folds before sliding in. You and George both struggle to fight back loud moans when he starts thrusting. His pace starts out average before he loses control and pounds into you deep and hard. George grabs your leg and pulls it over his shoulder “George” you moan loudly as every thrust hits all the right spots. “Close baby?” he asks panting and you nod “me too”. You could tell he was going to cum soon and it was obvious you would too. His thrusts became faster and more sloppy, and your walls were clenching around him before you knew it. George thrust a few more times before cumming deep inside of you. George pulled out of you and tried to catch his breath. “And I thought Quidditch gave me a workout….damn skirt”

TAG-LIST- @georgeswh0re (comment request to be added)

[nottobeperceieved]

OMG there’s such a pretty hickie on my girlfriend’s neck! I love marking her up so everyone knows she’s a taken slut.

[tacosandsausage-blog]

Angry Sex

I previously wrote about leaving marks on my partners. Not quite equal as it is easier for me to disguise. I’ve had girls mark me. I love it and think it’s great for a number of reasons. 

First off, I figure I must be doing something right. the heat of hte moment, Passionate actions leading to wild results

Secondly, I get quick reminders for the next couple of days. I can see her on me in the mirror. If its been really rough I can feel it. If I move the wrong way those scratches reintroduce tingling or even pain. Only once it was it is too painful get back to business the next day. Since I’m a one at a time kind of guy, I just had to postpone our session. (Which actually led to the end of that relationship)

i supposed I’ve never really had a genuine hate fuck. Someone angry at me but needing release enough to still want to fuck. It sounds epic, but I wonder the emotional state that she or I would need to be in. On the one hand I would worry that if I instigated a hate fuck session it wouldl be construed as rape. On the flip side, I don’t know if I could perform properly to sate someone actually angry with me. 

Open to takers I suppose, but I have to figure out how to make you angry first

[theluckyestclover7]

i swear im so close to drawing that saucey stuff™

also i have to work on my final projects so i’ll be posting barely anything for the next 2 weeks