#hp the season

[cherry-pop-elf]

Realistic

George Weasley x Reader

You broke up with your ex, but said ex refuses to believe you moved on. That you found better than him. So, you figured you had to prove you did. Time to call a favor

Warnings: 18+, topics of abusive ex, satisfying revenge, ablism, oral sex (male receiving) public, choking (very light) fake dating, voyeurism, peeping Tom, Very Soft George, cuckholding? Sorta? Not really? But like maybe on a technical level?

Writing Comission’s Open

“George, pretend to be my boyfriend.” You asked, quickly. Hardly gave him a chance to even look over his shoulder, when he saw a man storming into his shop. Looking utterly pissed, and you anxious. He’s got a little sister, and plenty of brothers. As if he needed to put two and two together. His arm was quickly around your side, and he leaned into you. As if it was all natural.

“Was wondering when you would get here, Jellybean!” He announced, making your ex quickly look over to you two. His stare hardened, and George stared right back. Snearing. Keeping up a smug complexion through it all. You quickly stuffed yourself into his arm. As if trying to hide, as your ex came over. Nearly stomping in the process.

“The hell you doing with em-?Your ex demanded. “Uh…..Snuggling? Kissing? Whatever we want in MY shop-?” George would puzzle, as he was wondering where the such nerve came from. George would make sure to keep you close, with a hand on your hip, as he protected you. You would rest your head on his shoulder, and took in the comforting scent of fireworks and sugar. Helped you get grounded, as your ex was looking ready to fight.

“That’s what Im suppose to do, you fucking cripple-“ The man snapped, making you gasp. You were about to say something, but George was quick to slap a hand on your mouth. Knowing damn well what you would say next might get you slapped. As if he wanted that.

“Really? That’s your first course of action? Get creative buddy. Could have said something impressive. Like One Eared Arrogant Bastard. Like that’s creative. Just dropping heavy words like that doesn’t make you smart. Even Malfoy got creative.” George mocked, making you giggle. That was something you admired about him. His ability to go with the flow. Able to fight with words so easy.

“I-“ He tried to say something else, but George cut right in. “Do you sound smart to make up for the fact you don’t have a personality? Even Percy had more of one than you. What about that temper? Short temper isn’t the only thing short, is there?” George egged on and on. Wasn’t long before people were watching, and giggling. Leaving him red faced.

“How about-“ And the man was storming off. You couldn’t help your relief, as you relaxed into George. He seemed gone, but not entirely. You noticed he was still outside. Just far enough away from the shop to not be loitering. That made your stomach drop. Seemed you were dodging a bullet, and George was making sure there was plenty of cover.

“Guess he isn’t buying it…..Wanna help make sure he does?” He offered, as you rose a brow. At this point, you would do anything to get that bastard off your back. Was being a total creep now. Just waiting for you outside. With a nod, you gave your consent. George would soon whistle at someone, who would nod, as he was taking you towards the back.

“Let’s give him a show~” He offered, before you were pushed out of a side door. Your body hit against the neighboring building, as your lips met. You were wide eyed, until you noticed your ex peeking from around the alley way corner. Guess a show will be what it takes. Couldn’t imagine a better person to trust yourself with anyway.

You couldn’t help it either, as you melted into the kiss. Your hands fighting at his suit jacket, while he explored your mouth. Leaving your tongue to taste like sweet orange flavored candy. The scent of ash, the taste of sweet, and the feeling of heat. It was getting you more excited than you wanted to admit.

“Come on, love, on your knees.” He whispered, as he threw the jacket to the ground. Despite how rough he was acting, the fact he gave you his suit jacket for your knees spoke volumes. Even in the heat of the moment, he was trying to make sure you were given the best care. Made your heart sing, as you let your knees rest on the expensive fabric. Right all over the dirty alley way.

He was quick to take his belt off, and adjust his vest and dress shirt. Everything was moving so fast. There was such a thrill from it. A spur of the moment. Just no thoughts, only desire. Was so exciting. Gave you such a pleasure you didn’t know you could get. Weren’t even doing anything. Yet.

“Open that pretty little mouth-“ He asked, and you did. Just as he pulled his cock out from his pants, making your heart pound with excitement. You were really about to do this. You felt like you were in a wet dream. You always did find George so attractive. Never thought you would ever score a chance. Yet, it was this easy. Those Weasleys and their big hearts.

You let the tip pass your lips, and swallowed. His hand was gentle in your hair, as he let you go at your own pace. Not forcing it down your throat, and letting you take your time in adjusting. Letting you control your breathing, as your hands found his thighs. Just those deep breaths of fire works, and sugar. Was hypnotic.

Once you felt well adjusted, you forced your head further down. Your signal to let him keep going, and going he did. How he tangled his fingers in your hair, and forced you deeper down his cock. To the point your nose brushed against that ginger hair. Made you gag, by how much, but you quickly relaxed. Knowing you were in safe hands.

“Better be louder. I’m crippled, after all~” He teases, making you unable to stop the giggle around his cock. That earned you a moan from him, as the vibrations ran up through his body. God did his moans sound like sweet music to your ears. It gave you the motivation to try and take lead a little bit. Pulling yourself to the tip, and moaning around it.

He was soon leaning against the wall of his shop, as he was at your mercy now. His free hand busy with keeping his vest and shirt up. Exposing that slender stomach. Happy trail, freckles, and ink. Such a dashing man, with many scars. You were the lucky one to get to see it. See it all. Like how his face was flushing, and his kept hair ruffling. It was addictive.

Up and down you bobbed, as you kept your grip tight on his slender thighs. Not quite as meaty as his upper arms, given his beater history. Still was great to grab, as you milked him for more sounds. Such as the hisses, and whimpers when you ran your tongue over a vein just right. Oh you didn’t know who was in more heaven.

“Fuck, Im going to cum. Oh fuck-“ He gritted his teeth, and made an attempt to pull you off. How considerate. You figured that kind gesture deserved a reward. So, you fought against his hand. That surprised him, as you would force yourself deep down again. Moaning, as you returned to his base. Looking right up at him, and locking with those pretty doe eyes. That was the last straw.

He let his head roll back, as he came down your throat. You coughed, but you were handling it like a champ. Using those thighs for support, as you watched his stomach spasm from the pleasure you gave him. How those pretty cheeks were so flushed, and his ear so red. Oh what you would give to see more of that.

Once he was breathing steady, you finally pulled off. You panted, as he cupped your cheek. His thumb rubbing away at the spit that ran down your chin. You didn’t know if your ex was still there, and genuinely didn’t care anymore. The tender moment was to sweet to make you think about anything else.

“Say….Think maybe we can do this again some time? Gotta keep up appearances and all~” He winked, as it was your turn to be blushing. All flustered, as he would put himself away. Along with being a gentlemen, and helping you off the ground. With his jacket as well.

With a quick spell, the jacket was clean. Just some tidying up, as you were still a soft pink. Same for himself. A stupid grin on his face was keeping you flushed as well. Especially with the arm hooked around you, as you returned inside. Having to keep up appearances after all. Just for appearances.

“My lunch break should be soon, wouldn’t mind some drinks with you. Gotta wash that down after all.” He offered, making you elbow his delicate rib. He wheezed, but laughed. Yeah. Maybe this fake dating thing will really put your ex in his place. Severs him right for losing such a catch like you. Least George was the lucky one to nab you, wasn’t he?

@george-weasleys-girl

[superfallingstars]

Snapetober Day 1: Warmth

[dorlilymylovesss]

lily evans

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Rosekiller is never dressed for the same season at the same time. Evan will pull up in a thick coat and trousers and Barty will be there next to him in booty shorts and a crop top

[snake-queen7]

🍬Trick or treat!! 🍬

Smol Sevv and Lily as scarecrow and pumpkin 🐦‍⬛🎃🐦‍⬛

[sneverussape]

every town has a ghost story. cokeworth was no exception.

there was an old bridge by the river, rundown and rotting in places, that no one dared to spend much time on. folk claimed to see sightings of two children in the area, running, playing, and talking, before disappearing altogether, their laughter still echoing among the trees.

the children who still lived in the town often dared each other to cross the bridge even though their parents had always warned them to stay away. oddly, some of the older folk encouraged their presence by the river, telling them that if they saw the ghosts, to tell them hello from them, and to remember to run along home before it got too dark.

the children themselves never saw the ghosts, however they did pass on the greetings as they were told to.

hello, severus. hello lily, they whispered into the rustling grass and the chilly breeze. my nan says hello.

they often got no response for their troubles, but sometimes when the afternoon was golden and the breeze fair, you could see the faint outline of two friends on the bridge, laughing and talking as the sun streamed through them, and fading before anyone could get a closer look.

—

snapetober 2023 - “home”

[george-weasleys-girl]

Three More Months

Season of Love Event

18+ only

George Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: George waits for the day when he can ask you out. But in the meantime...

Warnings: smut, male masturbation, brief mention of female masturbation

~•~

George leaned back his office chair, his pants and boxers puddled at his feet as his hand slowly stroking his throbbing cock. "Fuck, Y/N," he moaned. It'd become his daily ritual to spend his afternoon break jerking off to a fantasy of you.

He imagined you sitting in front of him on the window sill, your legs spread wide, fingering yourself. A needy grunt escaped his lips, and he sped up his jerking.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, hiring you on to help with the Christmas rush. It'd give him the chance to get to know you better, and when you quit once the holidays were over, he planned to ask you out. He had little doubt that you'd say yes. The way your eyes sparkled and your face lit up every time he walked in the room convinced him that you liked him as much as he liked you.

Not to mention the flirting. Oh Godric, the flirting. The light touches as they passed by each other, the quick glances from across the room, the way she would always adjust his tie after his afternoon break. "Your tie is always such a mess when you come back," she would giggle.

If she only knew...

George quickened his pace, his toes curling as the blissful sensation intensified.

He'd been a couple days away from asking you out when you asked if you could stay on longer. Just part-time and just until you finished up your apprenticeship in the spring.

He couldn't say no. But, of course, he couldn't ask you out either. Not while you were an employee...

...an amazingly sweet, kind, smart, and merlin help him, sexy employee.

George's free hand moved down to tease his tightening balls. He bit back a groan as a wave of intense pleasure rippled through him. He spared a glance at the clock. Four minutes left. Good. He'd be cumming in less than two, giving him plenty of time for clean up and getting himself back in order.

The image of you earlier today, bending over to pick up an item, flashed through his mind. Your skirt was just a little shorter than usual, and it was enough to give him a brief glimpse of your panties. The thought pushed him right to the edge.

Precum streamed from his dick's bright red tip. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger across it, gathering it up, while his other hand continued to massage his balls. Georges breath quickened, and he was no longer able to control the moans spilling from his lips. Only a few more strokes and his body began to convulse. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes, his face scrunching up as he groaned out your name, his cock erupted in rolling waves of ecstasy.

The first stream shot high, landing between his feet. The second was just as intense, if not more so, shooting across the room, followed by several smaller spurts. The last couple dribbled down to cover his hand as he milked himself dry.

George slumped in his chair, completely spent, his hand still gripping his softening cock. "Damn, that felt good... " He mummered. After a few more seconds, he opened his eyes, pushing himself upright, and grabbed his wand. There were many advantages to being a wizard, instantaneous clean up after emptying his balls all over the office floor being top among them.

With 30 seconds to spare, he was presentable and ready to get back to work. As he closed the office door behind him, George heard Y/N's sweet laughter echo up the stairs. A warmth suffused his entire being, and an affectionate smile spread across his face. "Three more months, my love," he whispered to himself. "Three more months until I make you mine."

~•~

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[nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms]

Sirius as Winter

The longest and darkest nights of the year are the best time for stargazing - observing the twinkling of constellations in the wast black sky. Shimmering glitter-like snow is both soft and cold to the touch. For the wildlife the freezing weather and scarcity of food often are equal with death.

Sirius, with his steely eyes and sharp tongue, seems cold and - like the stars - distant, almost untouchable. While his name means scorching, he burns in the coldest way - just how touching snow, bare handed, burns. His animagus can be mistaken for the grim - a harbinger of death.

spring | summer | autumn | winter | vårvinter

[applestruda]

I constantly think about how s9 could be a dnd campaign

[fics-by-noworriesifnot]

Chapter 7/19: A Twist of Fate. Now on Ao3 Hermione turned to scan the paperwork spread out over Lucius’ workbench. Her eyes darted over his writing, the trial and error of his potion making all carefully recorded. “Just look at all this research, Malfoy, it’s almost complete!” She said, placing the bottle of Ambrosia down carefully beside the sprawling notes. “I mean, this is just incredible,” she said, picking up a piece of parchment to examine the research closer. “An Ambrosia Elixir! I didn’t think it was possible.” She looked up to exchange an excited look with Draco, but found he had wandered off to take up a seat on the staircase. His eyes were downcast, his forearms slumped over his knees. “Malfoy?” She asked softly. “I didn’t want you to find all this.” He said, monotone and unmoving. Hermione took a few steps towards him. “...Your father’s project?” She asked, taking a seat on the staircase alongside him. “He was trying to bring your mother back, wasn’t he?”

“When he wasn’t murdering people for Voldemort… yes.” Draco sighed. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this.” Hermione replied, shaking her head.

Draco scowled. “Because I knew you would go ‘full Granger’ on it. Father’s obviously abandoned it ‘cos it’s a piece of junk.” He said. “But I can try-” “I don’t want you to waste your time on this… on me.” Draco said, pointing away from her. “Waste my time?” Hermione repeated slowly. “Malfoy-” “Father spent my entire childhood down here, and for what? It’s useless.” Draco snapped, throwing a hand flippantly towards the hulking machine, before folding his arms tightly over his chest. “He was so preoccupied with the past, that he couldn’t see the life he had in front of him. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you- you’re already working on a potion that is actually important. You’ll change people’s lives.”

Hermione felt irritation ignite in her chest. “How is this not important too, Malfoy?” She argued, “I could bring you back, you could have another chance! Lucius’ notes are so meticulous, I don’t think it would take me very long to pick up where he left off-” “How do you not get this?” Draco said bluntly. “I don’t deserve it, Granger. This is my due for all the wrongs I did when I was alive.” He twisted around to look her in the eye, to give her one of his patented withering stares, but she held his gaze with a wretched earnestness that he couldn't combat.

“But you don’t remember-” she began. “Don’t.” Draco said sharply. “How you died-” she persisted. “Granger. Stop.” “But Malfoy!”

“I said I don’t want to hear it.” He let out a long, suffering sigh. “Please, Granger.” He said, turning away from her, so he didn’t have to look into her wide, imploring eyes. “I know I was on the wrong side of the war- I do not care to hear a morbid list of my personal failings that led to this twisted purgatory… just leave me alone.” He said, feeling her body stiffen beside him.

Then suddenly, she was on her feet, her fists balled at her sides, her face contorted into a snarl. “GODS!!” she cried, “you’re more insufferable now, than you were in life! If you would just listen-”

Draco stood sharply, his anger rising to match hers. He tugged up his sleeve and thrust his exposed arm towards her; the twisted black ink in stark contrast against his ethereal glow.

“I hardly need to listen when I can see it for myself!” he said, the tremble in his voice betraying him. “Why would I have carried this into the afterlife if not to remind me why I’m here?”

Hermione gaped at the Dark Mark tattoo on his forearm, her fists remained balled, though her composure had softened slightly.

With her eyes now tightly closed, she raised her wand to meet her eye level. “If you won’t let me tell you…” She said as a thin bright strand of light, Draco recognised to be a memory, curled slowly from her temple and down her wand. “I’m going to show you,” she said, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

[seriousaboutsiriusblack]

hey guys, I went for a shower today and realized I have:

No towel

No friends

Not slept

No money

No future career path

No life

[courfee]

Sirius Black at 16, who loved summer nights because he could look at the sky without being reminded of the family he left behind

Sirius Black at 19, who hated summer nights because they took away the only thing he still had left of his dead brother

[superfallingstars]

Snapetober Day 3: Haunt

based on "Sir Thomas Browne No.2 / Death and the Philosopher" by Gwen Raverat, below

[the-stars-were-his]

gryffindor + fall moodboard

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

mmgh good omens mascot here, why is every beautiful queer relationship either not canon or sad or both

CAN SOMEONE GIVE ME SOME HAPPY QUEERS PLEASE? TO DISTRACT ME FROM CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE I WATCHED LOKIUS EDITS AND THEY'RE ALL SAD AND JOHNLOCK AND THEY'RE ALL SAD AND BOTH AREN'T REALLY CANON AND MY FANON OTP DRARRY ISNT CANON AND REALLY APART FROM HEARTSTOPPER WHAT HAVE I ACTUALLY GOT

[here-for-a-good-time-hopefully]

Mcgonagall: Okay Mr Lupin, you won’t like this but at the moment Mr Black is actually being the more mature one

Remus: (scowls angrily)

Sirius: Yeah I’m being super mature you big, dumb, hairy, baby twat