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stardustchord · 2 years

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Remus Lupin NSFW Alphabet ༄

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✧ warnings: 18+ content, do not interact if you are a minor. Mentions of thigh riding, breeding, one mention of AFAB anatomy, masturbation, innocence kink, agere, ddlc, oral, squiriting

Gender neutral terms for everyone's enjoyment! <3 ily all

✧ a/n: I have removed the letters "H" [Hair] and "X" [X-Ray] because I am personally uncomfortable going into details about that. I apologize for any disappointment!

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A ➙ Aftercare 《What are they like after sex?》

Sooo good at aftercare

Expect the best pampering you have ever experienced in your entire life

King of cuddles <3

But for the love of Merlin, please make sure you pamper him back

We all know he deserves it

B ➙ Body Part 《What is their favorite area?》

T h i g h s

He loves holding onto his partner's thighs, kissing them, spreading them-

He also likes his own thighs a lot- how strong they are, how his partner uses them as a pillow, how good of a job they do when it comes to fucking his partner into oblivion

C ➙ Cum 《Any cum headcanons?》

Breeding kink?

Maybe, breeding kinks aren't my think, so I'm not sure

I feel like he wouldn't want to make a mess of you

So you would have to beg him to cum on you, if that's what you want

D ➙ Dirty Secret 《What is a secret of theirs?》

The tinier you look and feel, the hornier he gets

Wrapping you in his jacket makes him so happy, or even just holding your hand in his

Definitely gets hard over little things and tries to not make it too obvious jfc just let him fuck you already

E ➙ Experience 《How experienced are they?》

Has his fair share of experience

But not an overwhelming amount of confidence

F ➙ Favorite Position 《What is their favorite position?》

Whatever gets you as close to him as possible

Secretly wants you to ride his thigh

G ➙ Goofy 《Are they serious or humorous?》

Mostly serious

But he loves it when you burst into laughter in the moment

And you love it when he cracks a smile, too

I ➙ Intimacy 《How romantic are they?》

The most romantic man you will find

But it may not be very obvious at first

He is not forward with his love for you, but if you look closely, you can notice him go out of his way to show that he cares about you

J ➙ Jacking Off 《Masturbation headcanons?》

Masturbates the normal amount, once a day max probably

Definitely thinks of you while doing it

Enjoys it, but prefers the connection you get through sex

K ➙ Kinks 《Kink headcanons?》

Innocence kink

And not in the creepy, pervy way

"Do you want me to show you how it's done, darling?" omfg

Also this is not a kink but I had to include it anyways

Would do research into agere and ddlc (AND NO THAT DOESN'T STAND FOR FUCKING DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB) once you start showing signs of slipping into little space around him

L ➙ Location 《What is their favorite place to have sex?》

A bed in front of a warm fireplace

Or in maybe his office

Or wherever you innocently ask him why he's hard

M ➙ Motivation 《What are their turn-ons?》

hhhhhhh

Looking up at him with innocent, sparkling eyes

Casually wrapping your arms around his waist

Playing with his hands or hair

Kissing his neck

Any displays of affection that may or may not have deeper connotations

N ➙ No, Thank You 《What is off-limits? What turns them off?》

Would never, ever, ever hurt you

He will apologize, but if you ask for it, he'll refuse

He has hurt enough people unintentionally, and would do anything in his power to never add you to that list, even if it were to be consensual

O ➙ Oral 《What is their skill level? Do they prefer giving or receiving?》

Giving!!

He is so skilled at it, and relishes at the opportunity to make you feel amazing

He won't complain about you giving him head, though

He'll just want to make sure that you've cum been satisfied first

P ➙ Pace 《Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?》

Slow <3

"I want every inch of your skin touching mine, love. Let me feel how hot and red this is making you..."

Until he gets a little too into the heat of things and his animalistic side starts to come out

Q ➙ Quickies 《What are their opinions on quickies?》

Not a big fan, tbh

He always wants to take his time with you

So if he needs to be quick, he'll just make himself cum

R ➙ Risk 《Do they like to experiment? Are they willing to risks?》

The boy literally has anxiety

Probably not very comfortable taking risks

Experimenting, on the other hand...

As long as it isn't violent, he's willing to try whatever you beg ask him sweetly for

S ➙ Stamina 《How long do they last?》

He's willing to go multiple rounds, for sure

Even if he gets super exhausted

Always willing to make you cum for him one more time

T ➙ Toys 《Do they own toys? Do they use them on a partner or themselves?》

He's pretty old-school, and wants everything to be skin-to-skin

Again, wouldn't be opposed to them if you ask him politely

U ➙ Unfair 《How much they like to tease?》

Not at all

The most patient man you will ever meet

He may be open to you teasing him, however

V ➙ Volume 《How loud are they? What kind of sounds do they make?》

A quiet baby <3

Until he gets really into things and loses focus

Aka when he's sloppily fucking you because he's about to cum

He is part wolf, after all, so I'll leave those sounds up to your imagination

W ➙ Wild Card 《A random headcanon?》

If you have a pussy, he can and will make you squirt

Y ➙ Yearning 《How high is their sex drive?》

Probably a little higher than average, but he would never let you know

He's not the kind of man to pressure you into sex, even a little bit

Completely fine with taking care of himself if you aren't in the mood

Z ➙ Zzz… 《How quickly do they fall asleep?》

Gets a lil sleepy afterwards

Won't fall asleep until he knows that you're content, because you always come first (in all senses of the phrase)

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stardustchord · 2 years

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Draco Malfoy NSFW Alphabet ༄

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✧ warnings: 18+ content, do not interact if you are a minor.

Gender neutral terms for everyone's enjoyment! <3 ily all

Mentions of oral, hair pulling, masturbation, daddy kink, master kink, degradation, desperation, brat-taming, pain kink, public sex, & orgies.

✧ a/n: I've removed the letters "H" [Hair] and "X" [X-Ray] because I am personally uncomfortable going into details about that. I apologize for any disappointment!

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A ➙ Aftercare 《What are they like after sex?》

Probably wouldn't realize how important aftercare is at first

It's not something he has ever thought about, so you would need to bring it up

Once you let him know that it would make you feel more comfortable in the relationship, he'll start drawing you the nicest baths and gently clean up every inch of your body <3

B ➙ Body Part 《What is their favorite area?》

<3 h a n d s <3

Bonus points if either of you are wearing rings, bracelets, or nail polish

C ➙ Cum 《Any cum headcanons?》

Absolutely wants you to swallow every last drop he releases when you suck him off

D ➙ Dirty Secret 《What is a secret of theirs?》

He loves marking you up and making sure you can't hide it from his friends and family

E ➙ Experience 《How experienced are they?》

Very experienced, but don't expect him to discuss his past lovers with you

F ➙ Favorite Position 《What is their favorite position?》

Fucking you from behind when you're bent over a counter or table <3

Extra bonus points if you let him pull your hair

G ➙ Goofy 《Are they serious or humorous?》

100% serious, 100% of the time

I ➙ Intimacy 《How romantic are they?》

Not very romantic,,,

He will definitely get into it, but won't be mushy or shower you with praises

J ➙ Jacking Off 《Masturbation headcanons?》

Views it as “taking care of business” if you aren't available

Thinks that using his own hand is annoying, since he could be using your hands or your pretty little mouth instead

K ➙ Kinks 《Kink headcanons?》

Daddy kink [receiving end]

Master kink [also receiving]

Degradation kink [giving end]

Desperation kink [also giving end]

Brat-taming kink

Possible pain kink? [again, giving end]

Anything that makes him feel powerful and in-command

L ➙ Location 《What is their favorite place to have sex?》

Whatever public spaces he can get away with

Bathrooms, common rooms, classrooms, etc.

M ➙ Motivation 《What are their turn-ons?》

When you remind him who you belong to <3

Guiding his hands to places on your body that should not be touched in public

Sending him notes or whispering in his ear to describe how he makes you feel

Casually calling him “Daddy” or “Master” throughout the day

Being a brat that needs to be tamed or punished

N ➙ No, Thank You 《What is off-limits? What turns them off?》

Anything too sappy and romantic will turn him off in a heartbeat

He has such a hard time expressing his feelings that it makes it difficult for him to get off when he is being vulnerable

O ➙ Oral 《What is their skill level? Do they prefer giving or receiving?》

Receiving, receiving, receiving

Definitely has the skill to eat you out like a god, but his go-to quickie is making you suck his cock

P ➙ Pace 《Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?》

Depends on the amount of time the two of you have

The shorter the session has to be, the rougher he is

If he has the whole night to fuck you, he will be slow, unless he just feels like taking his frustration out on you

Q ➙ Quickies 《What are their opinions on quickies?》

Extreme fan of quickies, especially in public

If the two of you have the length of a passing period, you can fit something in there

Not afraid to pull you into a bathroom stall and make you suck him off before class

R ➙ Risk 《Do they like to experiment? Are they willing to risks?》

Going along with the kinks & quickies lists…

…if there is a chance that the two of you could be caught, he gets turned on very fast

This includes fucking on the common room couch when there are others in the room

Or even giving handjobs under the desk in the middle of class

S ➙ Stamina 《How long do they last?》

He has so much control over his own body

He can either last for a really long time

Or keep it quick, depending on the situation

T ➙ Toys 《Do they own toys? Do they use them on a partner or themselves?》

Takes too much pride in himself

If his hands can't do the job, he will absolutely feel like shit and get a greatly needed reality check find magic / spells that can

U ➙ Unfair 《How much they like to tease?》

Oh boy…

Too much

Has an extreme soft spot for seeing his partner absolutely desperate and begging for his touch or release

V ➙ Volume 《How loud are they? What kind of sounds do they make?》

Not very loud

Mostly low growls and moans

Definitely becomes embarrassed if he ends up making sounds that are different / louder than what he normally does

W ➙ Wild Card 《A random headcanon?》

Would make you have an orgy with his friends as he watched, parading you like a show horse and making you obey their commands as well as his

“Come on, love. Show these boys all the pretty sounds you were making for me earlier. They already know that you’re my slut, so show them what you can do.”

Y ➙ Yearning 《How high is their sex drive?》

Very high, but won't ever say that out loud

He can do anything, at any time

Z ➙ Zzz… 《How quickly do they fall asleep?》

Not very quickly

He usually doesn't sleep afterwards, even if you do

He’ll stay up, cleaning himself or yourself, or continue with his schoolwork

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stardustchord · 2 years

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❥ Currently thinking about...

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...laying next to Fred on a couch in front of the Gryffindor fireplace, holding your body close and trailing his hand up and down your arm... Resting your head against his chest and listening to the soft rumbling of his words as you drift off to sleep.

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Help me, y'all 😭😩💓

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #the weasleys #harry potter fic #harry potter imagine #fred weasley imagine #late night thoughts

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stardustchord · 2 years

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❈ masterlist ❈

✶ indicates 18+ posts, minors dni

➙ Harry Potter works:

✶ “ Imagine if You Knew ” george weasley x gn!reader

✶ Draco Malfoy NSFW Alphabet

𓅓 Tag Navigation

#late night thoughts ➙ my "Currently Thinking About..." series

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stardustchord · 2 years

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Imagine if You Knew ༄

✧ date: 05/27/2022

✧ pairing: george weasley x gn!reader

✧ summary: You accidentally stumble upon your friend, George Weasley, pleasuring himself. As you turn to leave before he notices you, you hear the unmistakeable groan of your name escape his lips, unaware of his current audience.

✧ word count: 5.1 k

✧ warnings: [18+ DNI if you are a minor] contains smut, fluff, explicit language, masturbation, unknowingly being watched during sexual acts (although not in a perverted way), being caught masturbating, sex in Ron's bed (not intentional, I swear), choking kink, hair-pulling kink (blink and you'll miss it), mentions of asexuality, lots of crying and nervousness from the reader (and therefore lots of comforting from Georgie), uses the terms "Y/N" and "beautiful" (in the gender-neutral sense).

✧ a/n: Not only is this my first finished fic, but it's my first smut writing. It's proof-read, but probably not that well. Please be kind <3

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✎ He was oblivious to what was happening around him.

And, you guess, so were you.

You had been working for George and Fred Weasley at their shop for over a year now, and it was where you spent most of your extra time. You had originally used the excuse that you needed some extra money to buy supplies for the school year, but after spending every day after school there, and the entirety of summer break so far- even when the twins gave you a day off- they eventually caught on that you were there simply because you loved spending time with them.

The three of you had become a practically inseparable trio, and the best of friends. Teasing and romantic jokes from your peers had become normal at this point, and you stopped thinking too hard about them after you realized that nothing you could do would prevent them. You weren’t phased anymore, because you were just friends, and therefore didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about.

You had thought about possibly pursuing a relationship with one of them, but the kind of love you felt for them wasn’t exactly what others had described. It was a sort of unconditional love- a comforting, warm feeling that made you feel at home. Everyone else had described butterflies, nerves, beating hearts, arousal… And why would you spend your time thinking and dating when you could just keep spending time with them the way you already were? You were content with your current friendship, and besides, it’s not like either of the twins wanted anything more, either. At least, that you knew of. You never thought to ask, because you didn’t want to ruin what you already had.

But, Godric. Imagine if you knew what you were about to find out today.

It was a regular, sunny summer day. You and Fred were going to be late to the shop this afternoon, making George the only one in the store for about an hour. Fred was meeting up with Lee for whatever scheming they had planned, and you were supposed to have summer tutoring with Professor Lupin. Lupin ended up having to cancel at the last minute, so you headed to the shop at your normal time. Most people would’ve used the extra hour before work to go relax or have fun, but to you, the shop was your happy place, and you looked forward to working there every day.

As you approached the front of the store, you thought that it seemed strangely dark inside. Peeking in the window, then rattling the locked handles, you realized that the store was… closed? That didn’t make any sense, Georgie should already be working now. You pointed your wand at the door and whispered the spell to unlock the handles, propping open the doors and turning on the lights.

You hadn’t opened the store by yourself before, but you were sure that the twins wouldn’t mind. They trusted you and you knew the store like the back of your hand. Not to mention, the longer the shop was open, the more money you all could bring in to help the Weasley family. After all they’ve done for you, the least you can do to repay them is run the shop by yourself for a while.

You waited at the front of the store for a few minutes, bored out of your mind. Usually people were stopping by at this time, but still no one had visited the shop. It was obviously a slow day, so you thought to yourself,

Why don’t I go in the back and start unpacking some of the boxes in the back? Godric knows that the twins are awful about stocking new merchandise as soon as it comes in.

You spent a few minutes diligently cataloging and organizing the new items, when you suddenly heard a soft rustling noise coming from the left side of the store in upstairs area. You froze, listening carefully. There it was again- a strange, quiet shifting noise.

Merlin, did one of the pygmies get out again?

Of course this would happen when you were running the store alone… Those things were nearly impossible for only one person to catch.

You sighed and headed up the stairs with a box in your hands, ready to trap it in a corner so the twins could help you put it back once they arrived. You moved slowly and quietly, trying your best to keep the pygmy puff from realizing you were coming to get it. As you finally reached the top of the stairs, you discovered what was really making the noises.

There, on the couch on the left side of the room, the only resting spot in the store, was George Weasley. He was sprawled across the sofa, his legs spread, pants unbuckled, head back, eyes closed, one hand wrapped around his neck and the other hand wrapped around his… Oh, Merlin. You felt your brain turn fuzzy as it finally dawned on you what was happening in front of you. The pace of his hand was slow, pumping himself, swiping his fingers over his tip every few seconds to collect the droplets of precum that were forming there. The hand around his throat was choking most of his sounds, causing his breathing to escape in quiet little gasps.

So this is why he hadn’t opened the shop yet.

You swallowed thickly, feeling a sudden rush of heat forming in the pit of your stomach. You were completely mesmerized by the view in front of you- the way his bright red hair was falling around his face, the veins and muscles in his hands and arms, the sweat beading on his pale skin, the soft, almost-silent groaning coming from his throat… Your knees were weak as you watched him, completely oblivious to his new audience.

This is wrong, I need to-

Your hand reached up to rub your eyes, snapping you out of your paralyzed state. You turned around, feeling the redness in your face, and quickly but quietly went to head back down the steps, when…

“Y/N-”

Your eyes snapped back to the couch, afraid that he had finally seen you, and you felt panic setting in. But as you studied him, he was just as blind as before, eyes still tightly closed. His hand was now moving faster around himself, his hips bucking into the air involuntarily.

“Fuck yes, Y/N…”

He wasn’t calling you. He was imagining you. Your mouth went dry.

Is- was he- does he like me? Well, obviously he does, or else he wouldn’t be moaning my name as he jerked himself off.

You shook your head furiously.

No, no, this isn’t-

You had never imagined that either of the twins could like you.

How many times has he done this?

Your head suddenly started pounding.

It’s none of my fucking business.

You silently descended down the stairs, grabbed your things, turned off the lights, locked the doors, and left the store. You stopped outside of the shop, your mind clouded and racing with thoughts.

What if he saw me leave? What if he knew I was there? What if he wanted me to stay? What if- No, I need to stop. I shouldn’t have seen that, shouldn’t have known about that.

You looked at the sidewalk in front of the shop, and set your stuff and yourself down.

I know, I’ll just wait for Freddie to come back to the shop. He shouldn’t be that long. That way I can still work later, like I promised, but I don’t have to bother George. Sounds like a great plan. A perfect, fool-proof plan to make sure that…

That you didn’t have to be alone with George.

Godric.

Your mind drifted back to what you had just witnessed, and you felt the heat pooling between your legs, butterflies forming where you had never felt them before.

No, no, no. This isn’t fair. We’re just friends. And even if I wanted us to be something more…

A little voice nagged in the back of your mind. Come on, you know that you would have dated him if he asked. He was always the more attractive of the twins, and his personality fit perfectly with yours. If he would’ve kissed you, trailed his hand along your back, held you up by your lower waist while he sucked on the sensitive spot of your neck, brushed his hands between your thighs, asked you to open your legs for him, asked you if he could feel you where you wanted him most… You wouldn’t have said no.

Godric.

Why is this happening to you? You never thought anything like this before. But fuck, apparently George had. You squeezed your legs together and brought a textbook out of your bag, fumbling through the pages awkwardly, trying anything to get your mind off of what was filling your head.

After what felt like the longest period of time in your life, you were greeted by a sauntering Fred Weasley heading towards the shop. As he got closer, he gave you a confused look.

“Hey, Y/N, why aren’t you in the shop yet?” he asked you.

You looked up at him from where you sat. “Uh, the store’s- it’s locked?”

Fred looked behind you and frowned. “Well that’s strange. George should be here already.”

He proceeded to go through the motions of opening the store, doing everything that you had already done once that day. “George?” Fred called out, heading to the back of the store. “George, are you in here?”

As the two of you rounded the corner, you saw George kneeling in front of the boxes you were unpacking earlier. Fuck. You forgot to move them back to where you found them in your haste to leave. If George noticed anything strange, he sure didn’t show it in his face. You tried your best to glance at the boxes nonchalantly, as if they were something you couldn’t care less about.

Fred crossed his arms, obviously annoyed that his brother was there, but had kept the door closed. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing back here in the dark?” he asked the twin.

George responded, as casual as always, saying “I just thought that I should unpack some of these boxes before we opened today, since we’re so behind on them, Freddie. Besides, it’s no fun actually having the store open when you two aren’t here.”

He gave you a smile and a wink, something he had done a thousand times before, but something that had a much different meaning now.

“Fine,” said Fred, “but I’m going to set up the front of the store so we can actually try to get some customers in here.”

He walked away quickly, and you followed after him like a lost puppy, desperate to not be left alone with George any longer. But the next thing you know, Fred was out to retrieve some extra material for signs from home, and you and Georgie were left alone upstairs, shelving and tidying items right by the couch. You were trying your best to act normal, but you felt like you might burst into tears any second, the guilt weighing heavily on your heart.

George had realized that something was wrong the moment you had come in with Fred, and decided that it would be better to ask you about it now, while you two were alone. He set down the box he was holding gently and reached down to hold your hand, causing you to turn to him and look in his eyes.

Godric, how had you never noticed how beautiful he really was? And the way he looked at you… How could you not realize that he liked you? Fred never looked at you this way.

“You alright, love?” he said, softly. “Something seems to be bothering you.”

Your eyes immediately glanced towards the ground as you felt tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. “I, um…”

What am I supposed to say in a situation like this?

“You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready to talk right now. I would never want to put you in a position where you aren’t comfortable. But, if you’d like to talk about it- about anything- I’m always here,” he reassured you.

The tears dripped down your cheeks, the guilt making you feel sick to your stomach. “I- I can’t talk about it now. But I want to. At some point.”

George looked at you with sadness in his eyes, before bringing you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “Whatever you want, love,” he whispered in your ear.

At that moment, Fred burst through the door, babbling with Ron about the new advertising ideas he had. You broke free from your friend and wiped your eyes quickly, making sure to hide any evidence of your upset nature from Ron and Freddie.

The rest of the afternoon crawled by, and you couldn’t wait to leave the store and head back to your summer dorm. However, just as you were about to escape, Fred approached you and gave you a friendly squeeze on your arm.

“Hey, Y/N, how about joining us at the Burrow tonight? Mum and Dad haven’t seen you yet this summer, and I’m sure that Ginny misses you too. Mum’s making pot pies and soup, I can have her whip up another plate for you.” He smiled down at you.

You gave him a small smile back, about to let him know that you’ll probably just head back to school for the evening, when George came up beside his brother.

“I did have that satchel that you wanted to borrow, darling. Even if you don’t want to stay for dinner, you could come by and pick it up if today’s a good time for you,” he chimed in.

You looked at them and, Godric, how could you say no? You love spending time at the Burrow. A small nod was enough of an answer for them, as they each hooked an arm around yours, and led you home.

It was time for dinner in the Weasley household, and despite the plate of delicious food in front of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to eat a single bite. Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were quietly discussing their days, somehow hearing only each other through the ruckus of the room. Percy was listening to them, chiming in a thought or two every few minutes. Ginny was calmly enjoying her food while Ron’s actions were the polar opposite- scarfing down his plate as quickly as he could, not paying attention to anything else. Fred and George were talking to each other loudly, about literally everything that came to their minds.

You found yourself drifting into thought as you watched them and their movements… Or specifically, George’s. His actions were so confident and subconscious, the way he was able to find and pick up his cup and raise it to his lips, while having 100% his focus on his twin and their conversation. The way the muscles under his skin moved smoothly, the way he pushed up his sleeves past his elbows as he bent his arms. The way his hand was fixed around the glass, gentle but firm, his fingers grazing over the ridges of the cylinder, just like-

“And how was your day, my dear?”

Mrs. Weasley’s question immediately snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up from your plate nervously, and into the kind, caring, and oblivious eyes of the head of the household. The rest of the table slowly faded out their own conversations, making sure they weren’t interrupting their guest. Moments like these were usually comforting, but the pang of guilt made your stomach turn.

Oh, Mrs. Weasley, if only you knew.

You set down your fork gently, glancing at your barely-touched plate of food. “It was fine, Mrs. Weasley, but I’m actually not feeling the greatest right now. Do you mind if I excuse myself?” you asked.

You noticed Mr. Weasley nod in the corner of your eye, and Mrs. Weasley gave you a sympathetic smile. “Of course, darling. Head upstairs and rest awhile before you head home, if you need to lay down, feel free to use Ronald’s room.”

Ron stopped chewing just long enough to shoot his mother an annoyed glance. “If you’re going to let them use my room, can I at least finish their food?” he asked, grumbling through his full mouth.

Mrs. Weasley scowled at the boy, about to tell him off, but you couldn’t stand being there any longer. You gave Ron a small smile before handing him your plate. “Here you go, Ron. And thank you so, so much. I promise I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I feel like heading home.”

You felt the eyes of the family burning into your soul, as if they knew your thoughts and regrets. However, the table, much to your relief, resumed their normal chatter as you left the kitchen and started upstairs.

You gently pushed the door to Ron’s room open, staring at the moonlight peeking through the window and lighting up his bed. You walked over to it and sat down, exhausted. When your body finally registered that you were alone, the tears started to flow, soaking your cheeks.

You didn’t even know why you were crying then, the harm was done. The incident was over. You just felt so… disgusting. Why did you have to see that? Why was that the way you had to discover Georgie’s feelings for you? Why did your body have that reaction to what you saw? You knew it was natural, knew that it should’ve been pleasurable, but you felt as if you committed a crime. Both of you were keeping a secret about each other, but yours was making you feel like a horrible person.

How am I supposed to fix this?

Every time you looked at him, the only thing you could see was him sitting in the most beautiful position you had ever seen him in. And when you closed your eyes, the images of his movements and the sound of him moaning your name were the only things that occupied your brain.

So what if…

You shifted positions on the bed, feeling the friction you made between your legs. Humming softly, you laid your back down, spreading your own legs just like you had seen George doing, trailing a hand down across your body, down to where you needed to be touched most…

If the feelings weren’t going to go away, if the thoughts weren’t going to subside, you might as well make the best of it. You turned your guilt and disgust into pleasure, giving into your own fantasies, imagining George pleasing himself as you were doing now. And, just like he had moaned your name earlier…

“Georgie-” your hips arched as you imagined him fucking you slowly, whispering your name into your ear, feeling every inch of your body… “George…”

“Y/N?”

George’s voice suddenly burst through your bubble of ecstasy, as you watched the doorknob to the room turn. He was about to enter at any moment, and Godric, how could you let this happen? You were struggling to get your bottoms back on, to fix your hair and- the door was opening, and you desperately covered your lower half with the blanket on the bed.

George walked through the door, and you felt your face turn red as he stared at you for a moment. You were a mess- your hair was all over the place, your face flushed, half of your clothes on the bed, your hands clutching the comforter that now sheltered where your clothes once were. You were panting desperately, trying to catch your breath, but you that he could tell exactly what was occupying your time moments earlier.

George swallowed, realizing what he had done. He was frozen, and you recognized the look on his face- it mirrored the terror that you had felt in the shop earlier that day. He looked at the ground, ashamed, before backing out and trying to close the door behind him.

“I’ll, uh-” He stumbled over his words, the usual suave Weasley personality nowhere to be seen. “I’m so sorry to interrupt you, I- I’ll leave you be.”

With your heart pounding, you stopped him. “Wait, no, Georgie-”

He stopped moving and looked up at you.

“I don’t- I don’t want you to- I need to talk to you.” You stuttered on almost every word you spoke, desperately trying to figure out where this conversation should be going.

George stepped back into the room, closing the door behind him. “Alright, I mean, if that’s what you want.”

You moved your clothes awkwardly and patted on the bed next to you. You were both embarrassed, the air hanging heavily in the room. He joined you, sitting on the comforter, still avoiding eye contact as much as possible. You took a deep breath before starting your conversation.

“I… I saw you earlier today,” you said.

George looked at you. “What do you mean, love? We both saw each other today, at the shop, when we were working.”

“No, I-” You ran your hands over your face in a sad attempt to hide your guilty expression. “When you were on the couch in the store, when you thought no one else was there. When… when you were touching…” Your words trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

As you looked up at the boy sitting next to him, you felt horrible. His face was redder than you had ever seen it before, as he finally realized why you were acting so strange all day.

“Is- is that why you were upset?” he asked you.

Your eyes started filling with tears again, as all the overwhelming emotions you hated came flooding back. “I am so, so sorry, Georgie. I didn’t know you were there, and then I saw you, and I heard my name and I was so embarrassed, and I didn’t want to watch you without your consent, so I just- I just left and pretended that nothing happened.” You rambled on, not able to control your tears or your ragged breathing.

George looked at you, heartbroken that you felt so embarrassed, then clutched you in a tight hug. You breathed a heavy sigh, relieved by the action. It meant that he wasn’t angry at you. It meant that he didn’t hate you.

Determined to get everything off your chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist and continued, tears soaking his shirt. “And I was so scared and guilty, because I felt like I suddenly only wanted you just for sex, and it made me feel so gross, and so I thought- I thought that if I… if I made myself feel good when thinking about it, then I would- I wouldn’t feel so disgusted by what I did. But I was wrong, Georgie, it was wrong, and I am so, so sorry.”

He gave you a kiss on the top of your head, and stroked your hair. “Quiet, love. It’s okay. I never meant to make you feel this way. I have-” he hesitated. “I have liked you for quite a long time, for your personality, your humor, your kindness, and yes-” he laughed softly, embarrassed, “-your body, love. I think that you are the most beautiful person that I have ever seen, and although I wouldn’t ever want to rush things with you, I will admit that I have fantasized about you.”

You laughed and wiped your eyes as you looked up at him. “Me?”

“Of course, love. You’re stunning, and you make me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Both in my heart, and, annoyingly enough, in other places. But I keep those thoughts to myself, and I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable because of them. I would want to make sure that you liked me, as well, before I ever revealed those things to you.”

He was so kind and patient with you, and the familiar warmth that you experienced around him was slowly coming back. He laughed a little louder this time as he held your hand in his. “I guess I massively messed up that plan, didn’t I?”

“No, Georgie,” you replied, quietly. “I messed that up.”

He gently moved your chin so were looking at him in the eyes. “How about this, love. Neither of us messed this up. It was just a series of unfortunate events, alright?”

You nodded at him, completely enveloped in his atmosphere. After a few moments, you whispered, “Georgie? I think I like you. I wasn’t sure of it before, I hadn’t even really thought of it before. But I think that I was trying to compare my feelings to what other people have described. Like, how Neville felt about Luna, or how Hermoine feels about Ron… But I don’t know- that- that doesn’t feel right. I mean, how other people have relationships. I like where we’re at. I like how we’re friends. But I want to be yours. I want to spend my time with you and… love you.”

George looked at you, paying attention to every word you spoke. “Love, do you know what asexuality is?”

“I think so? That’s what Charlie is, right?” you asked him.

“Mhm. Do you think that you might be asexual, as well?”

“I dunno, Georgie. Honestly, I don’t think so. I haven’t really thought about it. Because I am attracted to you, and I do want a relationship with you. If you want that, too.”

George cupped your cheek, leaning in close. “Can I?”

You nodded, giving him permission to kiss you. He brought his lips to yours gently, and it was the best thing you had ever felt. It was soft, but deep, and your hands wandered and found their resting place behind his head. His eyes were closed, feeling every moment of the kiss, stroking your face with his thumb. And it felt right. Whole. Warm.

Without thinking, you pressed your lips harder into his, parting your mouth slightly. Your fingers wrapped themselves around his hair as he shifted closer to your body, wanting to fill every space between the two of you. When he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you felt your heart jump, and instinctually tugged at his hair lightly.

A groan escaped his throat when you did so, and he pulled away as soon as the noise came out. Bright red blush crept across his pale skin once again, and you let out a nervous laugh. “You like that, Georgie?”

He nodded, relieved, then hungrily brought his head to you again, placing your hand in his hair like it was. Now that he knew that you were fine with this- with the two of you- he could hardly contain himself. He was shuffling around the bed, laying you on your back gently, about to move the blanket away from your body when-

“George?” Mrs. Weasley’s footsteps were slowly climbing up the stairs, obviously looking for her son.

George winked at you and covered your body with the comforter before standing and fixing his disheveled hair. He swiftly left the room, closing the door behind him with a click.

“There you are George, your father’s looking for you. I think he wants your help with something.”

George’s voice, deeper than normal, floated through the wall. “Hey, Mum? Y/N still isn’t feeling the greatest, and I don’t know if they’ll be able to make it home tonight.”

You could hear the concern in Mrs. Weasley’s voice, but your guilt wasn’t pestering you any longer. “Oh, the poor dear. I’ll let Ronald know that he’ll need to find somewhere else to sleep tonight, maybe with-”

George softly interrupted her, “I know Ron wasn’t too pleased earlier, Mum, so I can stay with Y/N in his room tonight. That way Ron can have a room to himself tonight.”

The anxiety left Mrs. Weasley’s voice, and relief flooded her words. “Thank you George, I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. Please tell Y/N that I hope they feel better soon, and make sure you get a good night’s rest as well. I’ll let your father know that you’ll help him tomorrow.”

As you heard Mrs. Weasley head back downstairs, you sat up, suddenly nervous again. George knocked softly on the door before he entered the room again. This time, you felt your heart flutter when you noticed his eyes light up at you.

“Hey, love.” He softly clicked the lock behind him. “We won’t be bothered again.”

He flashed you his iconic Weasley smile as he climbed back onto the bed, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, eager to resume what the two of you had started. You felt your breath hitch as you saw his eyes grow dark, and you suddenly remembered what he was doing to himself earlier… what he obviously enjoyed.

You reached up to the collar of his shirt, gently moving his tie out from under the folds of the fabric, but leaving it around his neck. With one swift movement, you wrapped the tie around your hand and tugged it tighter, bringing his neck closer to you. George’s eyes rolled ever so slightly back, and in this position, you could finally see just how aroused he was through his trousers.

“Merlin…” he whispered.

Once he was used to the new feeling on his throat, he looked down at you, smirking. “You want to play this game, love? Since you already know my secrets, well…” He dipped his head down to your collarbone, nipping at the skin before kissing it sweetly. “I’ll just have to explore every inch of your body until I find out what makes you scream.”

He was moving the blanket away from your body, gently removing your shirt, kissing down your chest, down your stomach, down to-

“Georgie?” Your voice was breathless, aroused, but soft, scared of his reaction.

He immediately stopped what he was doing and looked you in the eyes, worried that he had done something to make you uncomfortable.

“I- I don’t want…”

George changed positions so he wasn’t on top of you anymore, afraid he would overwhelm you. Sitting next to you, he brought a hand up to stroke your cheek. “What is it, love? Use your words. I’m all ears.”

You swallowed, gathering as much courage as you could so you tell him your concerns. “I don’t want things to change.”

George gave you a small smile. “The only thing that will change is how happy we make each other. Because it’s now my goal to make you feel more loved than you have ever felt in your life. How about that?”

You felt your heart melt, and your fears dissolved with it. “I’d love that, Georgie.”

“I’d like that too, my love. Now, you want to continue what we started?”

A nod was all the confirmation he needed.

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