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THANK YOU ALL AGAIN

What an incredible turn out. We cannot wait for next year!

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MIC DROP

And that's reveals done!!

Thank you to all of you for participating and hyping the fest up. It's been a pleasure to share your creative geniuses with the rest of the world. We're so glad all of your efforts have given Ron some well-deserved love.

Be sure to appreciate each submission, they are well worthy of all the kind words. This fandom has a lot of talent and it's so fascinating to see. We hope you guys continue creating and sharing your works with us.

To make the submissions more accessible, there will be a master list of works coming soon.

Hot Ron Fest 2025 is done, big cheers to Ron and to all of you!

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Title: A Night of Cosmic Odds

Author: ChaoticElegance

Pairing: Ron/Hermione, Ron/Draco, Ron/Hermione/Draco

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Sharing A Bed With Our King, DILF Ron, Battle of Wits, When Jealousy Strikes, Enemies to Lovers, The King's Sexiest Body Parts

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary:

Grief takes you to unexpected places.

(Or how Draco Malfoy's childhood obsession with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger came full circle the night of Ron's 29th birthday. In more ways than one.)

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Title: Spice In Life

Author: Nena96

Pairing: Ron/Lavender

Rating: T

Prompt: He's A Snacc

Trigger Warning: None

Summary:

Ron experiences spicy Indian food for the first time courtesy of Parvati, Lavender's best friend

or

Ya'll really think a pasty arse freckled white boy can't handle spice, girl bye

...... .....

on a second thought, where's the water?!

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Title: Keeper Of Her Heart

Author: Purple_Damianya

Pairing: Ron/Hermione

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Weasley is Our Quidditch King, The King's Body Parts

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: Hermione is tasked with following Ron and the Gryffindor Quidditch team for a newspaper feature. She thinks she's just getting a few articles from their interactions and actually receive more than she ever expected.

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Title: fringe benefits

Author: emilyinwonderland

Pairing: Ron/Pansy

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary:

Ron has thought about that night, turned it over in his mind, and gone through the runner with his emotions. The thought of her lips around him, those plaintive hums she’d given him, indulged him in when she didn’t need to. It makes his body warm with need, a hunger he hadn’t been able to feed into with other dates.

But it’s the thought of his own imitation, that image she’d made him give her — the humiliation. It stirs something monstrous in him. Primal.

Ron can understand the desire to submit. His supplication to Her is his pride as much as his body.

But he also wants to dominate, and it’s written in the way he enters the room that evening.

The trouble is — how do you control a feral creature?

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Ton Tongue Toffee 2.0

Rating: Explicit

TW: N/A

Pairing: Romione

AO3 LINK

Summary: Magical Sex Toys AU. Set sometime during the first year after the war. Ron tries out his first product for the WWW Adult line, a modified Ton Tongue Toffee, and eats Hermione out.

As usual, upon apparating into Hogsmeade, I was immediately overwhelmed by a mass of bushy brown hair and the subtle smell of oranges - the scent of perfume I brought as a gift for her on my last visit. And as usual, I responded by lifting her off her feet and kissing her deep, our tongues swirling around each other. Ever since the start of the school year, when Hermione walked into the Headmaster’s Office and demanded McGonagall to allow me to visit Hogwarts, I had not missed an opportunity to come see her.

Eventually, both of us pulled away, gasping lightly for air. A cool autumn breeze blew strands of Hermione’s hair across her face, some getting stuck to her lips, shiny and swollen. We still had not learned how to control ourselves after being separated during the weekdays, not after spending every day of our first truly peaceful summer together. 

“You look a bit different,” were Hermione’s first words to me. She was studying my face with her dark brown eyes, tilting her head from side to side to see my full profile.

“Miss you too, love.”

“Your jaw… it’s thicker,” ignoring my sarcastic reply, she traced a finger along the underside of my cheek.

At that, my eyes lit up and I broke out into a wide grin. It made me feel euphoric whenever Hermione noticed my hard work.

“I can never hide anything from you, can I?” I chuckled, “I’ve been working on something at the joke shop and wanted to surprise you today. Shall we head to the Room of Requirement?”

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As soon as the door to the Room of Requirement locked shut behind us, Hermione pulled me down onto the giant bed in the center of the room, becoming a tangle of limbs as we hurried to unbutton each other’s clothes while lips sought for any inch of exposed skin below our necks. Once we were both out of our robes and underwear, I hopped off and pulled her legs towards me to the edge of the bed.

“This is what I’ve been working on.”

Hermione looked up in curiosity as I fished a small piece of candy wrapped in gold foil out of my pocket.

“Isn’t that a Ton Tongue Toffee?” She asked after scrutinizing it for a moment.

“Not exactly. I’ve modified one so that your tongue doesn’t grow as long. That way you can actually control it.”

While the original Ton Tongue Toffee Fred and George invented was great for pranks, I don’t think they realized how much potential it had as a tool for pleasure if they dialed the effects back a bit. When I ate one a couple of weeks ago in my search for new ways to please Hermione, and a way for me to keep up with her unending libido, I found that my giant tongue became weighed down by its own mass, flopping around uselessly. Earlier this week, I finally succeeded in reducing the effects of the candy so that my tongue, while still long, was functional.

“And I’ve been practicing too! That’s why my jaw has beefed up.” With a mischievous grin, I unwrapped the new product and popped it into my mouth.

Hermione sat there entranced, her eyes fixed on my mouth as soon, my tongue wormed its way out, growing longer and longer until it reached the center of my chest. Eager to show off the results of my training, I began moving it back and forth in front of my face, drawing circles and waving at her with the tip of my tongue. I ended the demonstration by curling the whole thing back towards me, expecting to hear a laugh from Hermione, since I knew this move made me look like a chameleon. But I looked down only to find the same mesmerized look on her face as she scooted her as to the edge of the bed and leaned back on her hands, one of her eyebrows now raised expectantly as she spread her legs open in invitation.

With that, I dropped down on my knees so that I was in one of my favorite positions to be in, face to face with her pussy, glistening and puffy, her nub already peeking out from under its hood. Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I dived in, slowly dragging the length of my tongue along her slit, its rough surface rubbing every fold, and ended it by flicking the tip of my tongue across her clit. Hermione threw her head back with an audible whimper, arching her back and instinctively closing her thighs together from the sensation, crushing my head between them.

I was still seeing stars when her husky voice drifted down to my ears.

“Ron… I need you inside me. Now.”

She pressed her feet into my back, bringing me closer to her. With one last look up into her hazel eyes, hooded over with desire, I plunged my tongue into her folds, delving in and tasting her warm depths. It took great effort to stop her thighs from crushing my head again as her hips writhed against my face, the contractions of the muscles inside her wrestling with my tongue.

It was time to proudly display the fruits of my labor. I began tongue-fucking her, bobbing my head in rhythm as my tongue pumped in and out of her. With each thrust, I performed one of the movements I practiced - up and down, left to right, a circle, and so on. Hermione’s heavy panting echoed around the Room of Requirement as I continued moving my tongue in ways my cock and fingers couldn’t.

Once Hermione’s voice reached a fever pitch, I pushed her knees towards where her head was lying on the bed, giving me better leverage to really dig in. She was getting close. To push her over the edge, I unleashed my three named techniques.

The Chameleon.

By curling and uncurling my tongue inside of her, this move attacked Hermione’s g-spot, causing her to yelp each time my tongue pressed into it.

The Twister.

A rather tricky movement to learn, as I found twisting my tongue to the left came naturally, but twisting it the other direction was like throwing a quaffle with my left hand. It was definitely worth learning though, I thought, as I looked up, my huge unseen grin buried between her thighs, to find her gasping and shaking her head side to side in sync with the direction of my tongue twists.

And finally, The Wave.

This was definitely the hardest technique to master, since it required the most strength, so I had to work my way up from shorter tongue lengths. But I saved it for last because I knew it was powerful, causing her to writhe up and down the bed in an attempt to shake me off. I held on tight, however, and continued sending a continuous wave down the length of my tongue, until suddenly Hermione’s whole body went stiff and her inside walls constricted around my tongue. But I fought through her taut muscles, continuing to drill into her as she howled through her climax. 

One thing I quickly learned about Hermione during our summer of discovery, was that she never stopped after one orgasm. So I only allowed myself a moment to catch my breath before diving back in.

I extended my tongue as deep into her as I could until the tip of my tongue found a round, firm mass, its surface smooth compared the warm folds enveloping the rest of my cock. Hermione’s cervix - one of her favorite spots. She tried explaining the pleasure to me before. How hitting her g-spot was like scratching an itch, while gently pressing against the cervix felt like massaging a sore muscle. All I knew from observing her was that hitting her g-spot made her moan in short, airy, high-pitched gasps, while teasing her cervix made her moan in low, drawn-out, animalistic groans, and that I was beginning to like the latter sound a lot more.

With the tip of my tongue pressed against Hermione’s cervix, touching a place only the head of my cock had touched before, I drew the letter I, followed by a heart shape, then the letter U. I chuckled at my own little joke, before a pair of hands each grabbed a handful of my hair, pressing me further into her. 

“Oh, my GOD, Ron! Keep doing that!”

“Hmm?”

A deep and heavy groan was Hermione’s only response, but I got the picture. 

For the next quarter of an hour, I massaged her cervix, applying gentle pressure with the tip of my tongue and sending vibrations down from my throat. Hermione had already lost the energy to thrash about from the last orgasm, succumbing to the pleasure as one by one the muscles in her relaxed, and the grip around my tongue loosened to where I could freely bend my tongue in any shape inside her. Her deep, guttural moans echoed off the walls, louder and louder, until with one final gasp and spasm, she collapsed onto the bed, trembling all over, her hips bucking randomly and her breathing uneven the aftershocks coursed through her body.

After sliding out of her and eating a green-wrapped antidote toffee to return my tongue to normal size, I crawled on top of her to examine her face. She looked drunk and her eyes were crossed - a good sign that I would be able to come out on top this time around, a win I’ve been needing since Hermione return to Hogwarts and we couldn’t fuck each day anymore.

With my prey helpless before me, I leaned down and growled into her ear, “That was only the first round, you know.”

She blushed, bit her bottom lip and looked up at me with such adoration through her drunken stupor, that I lost myself to passion and the following hours became a blur.

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“That was amazing, Ron.”

Hermione’s voice floated up from where she lay against my chest, her body pressed against my side, where we lay basking in the afterglow of the previous hours. I looked down, sizing up the mess of brown curls - a measure for how well I was able to please her - and judging by the size of her mass of hair, she had been thoroughly fucked. 

“There’s more to come, love.”

I was giddy from her approval. Knowing that my first idea for the adult line was a huge success sent my spirits soaring.

“I’ve got it all planned out,” I continued with excitement, “I’ll make more things - elixirs, charms, tools - that will make sex better, and soon it won’t just be enhanced foreplay, but every part of it.”

She looked up at me, awe in her rich brown eyes, a slight smile on her face as I rambled on about all my different ideas.

“We should visit a Muggle sex shop,” Hermione finally cut in.

“A wha-”

“Sex shop. A Muggle shop for sex toys and other sexual items, so maybe you can find some inspiration for the adult line in one of them.”

She eyed me expectantly, but all I could do was laugh. My adult line idea had Hermione’s stamp of approval.

“You’re the best, Hermione,”

She tilted her head up to give me a quick peck on the lips.

“No, you are.”

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Title: The Catastrophe of Me and You

Author: SquibNation10

Pairing: Ron/Hermione

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Auror Ron

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary:

Seven years after the war, Hermione is on the verge of a career-defining breakthrough, Ron is torn between ambition and home, and Harry—happily in love—just wants them to sort it out already. When Ron returns from a six-month assignment, old tensions resurface, unspoken words linger, and one friendship hangs in the balance, all waiting for the inevitable.

Or, what if the kiss in the final book never happened and these two idiots pined for another seven years.

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Title: Into the Light

Author: RonsGirlFriday

Pairing: Ron/Hermione

Rating: Mature

Prompt: Sharing a Bed With Our King, Our King's Sexiest Body Parts

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary:

The morning after the Battle, Hermione and Ron get to know each other a little better.

You know, just feeling the situation up -- I mean, out.

A medium-spicy companion piece of sorts to Kiss Each Other Clean

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Title: Call Her Names

Author: RogueWhimsy

Pairing: Ron/Draco

Rating: G

Prompt: When Jealousy Strikes

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: Draco had never seen Ronald Weasley this angry. And this was Draco Malfoy. Of anyone in this galaxy, Draco knew what it meant to be the focus of Weasley’s ire. 

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OOPS FORGOT TO POST THE TUMBLR VERSION AO3 LINK

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Prompt: The King’s Sexiest Body Parts

Pairing: Romione

Rating: M

Warnings: None

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Ron Weasley is Good at Sex, Ron Weasley Has a Large Cock, Horny Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger is Good at Sex, POV Ron Weasley, Now You’re Thinking With Portals (Portal), Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Sex Toys, Masturbation

Summary: This is an AU where Ron chooses to join Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes right after the war, instead of following Harry to the Aurors. He ends up starting the adult line of WWW and becomes a sex god in service of his loving and forever horny wife, Hermione, who is a high achieving member of the Ministry of Magic. Ron is in the process of testing his latest invention, Portal Mirrors ™, so that he and Hermione can fuck over long distances.

Author’s Note: This fic and the Ron counterpart serve as introductions to the Magical Sex Toys AU where I plan to post smutty one shots of scenes that happen in this universe in no particular order.

“Ron! Oh Ron! Right there… yes, yes! I’m cumming! Oh YES! I’M CUMMING!” 

I collapsed back onto my hotel bed in Denmark with a guttural groan, my chest heaving and thighs trembling, grinding the mirror between my legs and riding out the orgasm as Ron’s cock twitched and throbbed deep inside me. 

“Ron!” I eventually gasped out. “You’re a genius, Ron!” 

He really was. Every time I’d thought that sex with Ron couldn’t get any better, he proved me wrong again, and these new Portal Mirrors he came up with had the potential to revolutionize sex - and I knew a thing or two about sex. 

Stress made me horny.

I mean really horny. It wasn’t something I was ashamed of, but it was still a troublesome burden for me during my years at Hogwarts as I had a reputation to maintain, especially as a Muggle-born. I knew those sexless Slytherin purebloods would jump at the chance to paint me and all Muggle-borns as sex crazed animals if they ever caught wind of any rumors. Up through my fourth year it was relatively easy to manage my libido by diving into my textbooks and schoolwork to keep my mind off of any lewd thoughts that might excite me - Hogwarts: A History was my favorite as it was especially well suited for keeping my mind out of the gutter.

However, that was much more difficult when exams came around and I couldn’t afford to relax, which was why I was always liable to snap at anyone during those times. I had to resort to putting Silencing Charms on the curtains of my four poster bed to give myself privacy to relieve myself late at night, as the shower and bathroom weren’t safe due to the risk of Moaning Myrtle popping out of the drains.

It wasn’t just the Slytherins I was worried about either. I was actually more worried about Ron somehow catching wind of what I was doing, especially after I saw how he reacted to Rita Skeeter’s articles about me in our fourth year. I wasn’t sure of Ron’s feelings towards me back then. He did act differently when Harry wasn’t around and it was just us two - he spoke more softly and would flash this lopsided smile that I never saw when he was around Harry - and that gave me an inkling of hope that he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. Yet the whole Yule Ball fiasco left me completely befuddled once again, so I decided to temper my own feelings towards him afterwards. I promised myself that I’d be happy to have him as a best friend for now, and hide my libido from as I didn’t want to add another factor into the already complex relationship between us. When Ron was ready to be honest with me, then I would be honest with him as well, that was my plan.

However, the following year, our fifth, threw a wrench into my plan when I accidently caught a glimpse of Ron’s cock during our Christmas break at Grimmauld Place. I was trying to wake him for breakfast, but he was being a bit more stubborn than usual, so eventually I just ripped the blanket off of him. Up until then I always assumed that whenever Ron complained about his pants being too tight, that it was because his clothes were hand-me-downs, but I found out the real reason at that moment. The trail of bright red hair peeking out from under the bottom of his undersized shirt caught my eyes first, and naturally I followed the trail down until I spotted the imprint of what looked like a python straining against his pants. 

Ron had elicited a whirlwind of different emotions within me over the years. He’d been responsible for some of my most painful tears, but also my deepest laughs. It wasn’t a surprise that I ended up head over heels for that boy. But what I saw that morning aroused a much more intense combination of emotional and physical desire such that I had to run out of the room in case I couldn’t control myself. I tried reading during the day to calm myself, but I couldn’t concentrate, as the image of the bulge in Ron’s pants kept creeping into my head. I had to relieve myself in the shower that night, as I was sharing a room with Ginny, but the release didn’t provide the same relief I had felt before. I certainly felt the same relaxation as the years before when I just needed some stress relief, but this time there was a lingering ache deep within my body that my fingers couldn’t reach and wouldn’t go away no matter how many times I brought myself to orgasm. 

And as that year went on the imprint of Ron’s cock would creep into my mind, reigniting the heat between my legs, yet masturbating as I had been doing only put a temporary lid on my libido, and actually made me hornier the next time. I simply couldn’t escape my obsession with Ron’s cock and it was driving me mad in multiple ways. 

I certainly did go mad in our sixth year. I was so sure that that was the year I would finally be able to literally get my hands on Ron’s cock, but Lavender ruined all my plans. I only managed to stay sane because my rage seemed to overpower my lust, and also because I overheard Lavender telling Parvati that Ron’s cock was “cute”, which assured me that Ron and Lavender’s relationship had not gone as far as the other girl was describing, as she certainly wouldn’t use the word “cute” if she really did see the monster between Ron’s legs. The smug feeling that I knew something about Ron that Lavender didn’t was what kept me going for most of that school year.

Our seventh year on the run was certainly the most stressed I had ever been in my life, but I was simply too exhausted to really feel horny, which was both a blessing and a curse, as finding privacy would have been extremely difficult during our time in the tent, but that meant I was a wound up ball of anxiety the whole time in the tent. And when Ron left, I shut down emotionally, and simply let the numbness wash over me in that cold tent, only allowing my mind to focus on finding the next horcrux. But even then I was just reciting a list of possible spots in England and rereading Dumbledore’s copy of the Tales of Beedle the Bard. My only source of comfort during those days was Ron’s sleeping bag, which I would crawl into on particularly difficult days, so that his lingering scent would calm my mind ever so slightly. Except for the brief eruption of anger when Ron came back, I simply didn’t allow myself to feel anything until I kissed him in the Room of Requirement.

So when I woke up in Ron’s arms the day after the battle, tidal waves of various emotions I had been holding back were crashing around inside of me. All the stress from our own near death experiences and grief from deaths of loved ones were catching up to me all at once. But then Ron’s arms tightened around me, as if he could sense my distress. I looked up to find his cobalt eyes and saw a whole new life stretching out before me within them. So I made a conscious decision right then and there to take advantage of this perfect new beginning, and show him my true self - not just the girl I was during our school years, but the woman I was hiding underneath. I poured my heart out to him that morning - Harry awkwardly half-running out of the room when he sensed things getting serious between me and Ron - and it was the best decision of my life. To want and be wanted back - I had never felt such an overwhelming rush of gratitude that we both (and Harry) made it through the war alive.

I wasn’t satisfied with just our words of affirmation though. I was absolutely ravenous for Ron … and his cock. I had been surviving on the memory of the imprint of his cock for a couple of years now, but that wasn’t enough anymore. I didn’t care that we probably weren’t in the best emotional state, what with Fred’s death, and my parents still in Australia somewhere. I didn’t care that we were both covered in bruises, burns, and cuts that had barely scabbed over. There would be plenty of time afterwards for us to work through all of that. I just wanted what I had been fighting for all these years, and that was Ron. I won’t bore you with the details, but let me just say that I had never understood what satisfaction felt like until after our third go at it that morning. Simply put, sex with Ron was the best thing in the world.

I always knew Ron’s true potential would be revealed once he found his passion: making love to me. Once he found that passion the morning after the Battle of Hogwarts, I noticed a change in the way he spoke to me. Gone were the hesitant questions and vague answers, instead he asked me about my present and future needs, and always spoke of his own plans with me in mind. I suddenly started finding him in quiet parts of the Burrow alone, staring off and deep in thought, though his eyes would always immediately light up once he saw me.

But even I hadn’t expected him to join George at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes right after the war instead of joining the Aurors with Harry. But Ron had apparently thought about this thoroughly, as he flourished outside of the restrictions of Hogwarts, away from classes and homework, where he was allowed to use his magic creatively. And so he started the adult line at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, where he practically brought about a magical baby boom single handedly! Well, really the baby boom was because Voldemort was finally dead, but Ron definitely made a significant contribution to it. His magical aphrodisiacs, stamina elixirs, and sensual oils soon replaced the outdated love potions, and I even helped him invent new spells and magical sex toys by showing him Muggle sex toys for inspiration.

——— 

Ten years later and my connection with Ron had only grown stronger. I wouldn’t have become the youngest and first Muggle-born member of the Wizengamot without Ron by my side at every step of the way. Because of him, I could completely focus on my work and career while he took care of all my needs outside of that, physically, mentally, and sexually. And he rose to every challenge my deep reservoir of lust spawned.

These Portal Mirrors were the latest display of his talent. I was now often traveling to meet the officials of other countries, and the nights I was spending alone, thousands of miles away from Ron, was proving to be the greatest challenge Ron has faced so far in his commitment to love me. I had been using magical dildos for half a year now, but they only served as a stop gap, as they just left me unsatisfied by the end of my trips. Ron would always be left suffering from bruised hips once I came home and pounced on him.

When he first showed the Portal Mirrors to me a month ago, I knew it would be a revolutionary device. Not only did it allow people to communicate face to face, but it allowed objects to pass through and even allowed people to reach through and touch each other. Its size was its only drawback, as apparently it was harder to maintain portal stability as the portal size increased. Ron had to bind the portals to a pair of handheld mirrors, and even then he said they didn’t work perfectly.

The mirrors were still in their preliminary testing stage of things, which was why Ron asked me to bring one of the mirrors with me to Denmark for its first trial run, and I couldn’t have been more excited to try them. And now after our first round I realized that they would revolutionize our sex life as well. We’d long since worked our ways through all the positions in both the Muggle and Magical Kama Sutra, and I’ve learned that each position comes with trade-offs between different factors like depth of penetration, power, angle, leverage, the list goes on, but the Portal Mirrors allowed us to control each factor individually, so I was able to manipulate the angles while Ron could concentrate on going full force at me from the other side of the portal.

I sighed blissfully, the room still spinning slightly as I slowly came down from my last earth-shattering orgasm. I finally looked down towards the mirror. Ron should be ready for another go by now. But a small gasp escaped my lips when I saw the red glow emanating from the mirror. The portals had become unlinked, according to what Ron had explained to me about his portal magic. There would always be a small risk of the portals delinking, even at their current size that maximizes stability. Perhaps it was the long distance or our rigorous activity that may have caused the portals to delink this time. Either way, I wasn’t too worried at the moment, as Ron had shown me how the Portal Mirrors were completely safe, even if the portals delinked while something was part way through the portals there would be no harm or damage. He even stuck his hand through and forcefully unlinked the portals to show me. Other than losing feeling in his detached hand, once he touched the mirrors together to reconnect the portals, he pulled his hand out as if nothing had happened. So once I returned home with his cock, Ron should be back whole again.

However, I still wasn’t satisfied, especially after only one orgasm, even if that orgasm was one of the best I’ve ever had. 

“Ron?” I called into the mirror, hoping that some semblance of communication was still there, but there was no response. There was only a dark cloudiness behind the mirror where Ron’s cock was protruding from.

I let out a disappointed sigh, but took a closer look at the cock that I knew like the back of my hand. The sight of it standing proudly, throbbing rapidly, its head still red and swollen, caught me by surprise. Ron’s detached hand was practically lifeless by comparison. Curiously, I reached out and grabbed the base of his shaft and felt the familiar heat emanating against my palm. My eyes traced up along Ron’s girth, curved upwards perfectly to hit my g-spot when Ron was fully inside me. The bulging vein snaking along the right side of his shaft caught my eye. I had never seen Ron’s cock this hard before. Was it because it was stuck on this side of the portal? 

Slowly and gently, I slid the hand I had wrapped around the base of Ron’s cock upwards until my thumb and pointer finger was wrapped around the base of his glans, marvelling at how it seemed to twitch and throb in response. I rubbed my thumb against the tip, where precum was freely flowing from, acting as a natural lubricant, then teased his frenulum with my now slippery thumb. As amazing as Ron’s magical dildos were, there were just some qualities of the real thing that they just couldn’t emulate. While the dildos were enchanted to feel like real flesh, even matching body heat, they simply weren’t alive like a real cock.

I thanked my lucky stars at this sudden blessing in my hands. Not all was lost tonight. I grabbed my wand from the nightstand and pointed it at Ron’s detached cock.

“Locomotor Penis!” 

Ron’s cock floated towards me and slipped between my still wet folds as I leaned back, shuddering. With another wave of pleasure, Ron’s cock began pistoning in and out of me with long, deep strokes. This was the best I could do for now, as I still hadn’t figured out how to make the dildos from before move in a way that matched Ron when he made love to me, digging and stirring into my depths. It was a more elliptical motion that I hadn’t mastered yet, but at least with a simple pistoning motion it was effective at accurately targeting my favorite spots. 

While I would have preferred Ron’s actual fucking, I made the most out of this situation, and spent the next two hours testing my Ron flesh dildo in various positions, some only possible because Ron’s cock was detached. While I didn’t cum as hard as that first time, I at least found a lot of interesting positions to try with Ron the next time we used the mirrors and he had his cock back between his legs. Satisfied with a productive night, I set my alarm and turned in, not wanting to potentially miss my portkey tomorrow as I knew Ron would be eager to get his cock back.

——– 

“The Burrow!”

I sighed in relief as the green flames enveloped me. I had barely caught the portkey back to the Ministry of Magic this morning. Masturbation never fully satisfied me, so I woke up horny and decided to spend the better part of the early morning using Ron’s cock again. I only hoped that the clerk who greeted me with the portkey though my frazzled hair was simply because I was in a rush to catch the portkey, and not because I was riding Ron’s cock against the hotel wall.

I didn’t even have time to brush the ash off of my boots when I stepped out of the fireplace into our cozy sitting room before a disheveled figure jumped up from the sofa and began stumbling towards me from behind the coffee table. I jumped back in fright, instinctively reaching for my wand, before I recognized the mop of red hair and scars spiraling up his arms.

“Hermione!” Ron’s voice cracked, as he stretched out his hands towards me, as if begging for something. “Where’s my cock?”

My mouth dropped open as I finally noticed that Ron was stark naked, the only covering being the glowing red handheld mirror stuck to his crotch. There were dark shadows under his crazed eyes and his face and body was shiny from a sheen of sweat.

“Ron! Wha- Why are you naked!” I managed to splutter as I took a step back. 

“My COCK!” He yelled. “I NEED TO CUM! HURRY!” 

I could feel my eyes bulging as they widened from sudden realization. Was that why his cock was so swollen last night? Because the portals disconnected before he could cum? But Ron had explained how he couldn’t feel his detached hand, so he should not have felt the orgasm, or lack thereof, last night, right? So many questions were running through my mind, but this wasn’t the time to ask them as the distressed look on Ron’s face showed me how much pain he was in.

I fumbled with the opening of my hand bag as Ron hovered close by, fidgeting in anticipation. Once I managed to draw the bag open, the still swollen head of Ron’s cock poked out. In a blur, Ron snatched his cock out of my bag and slammed the mirror attached to the base of his detached cock against the back of the mirror that was stuck between his legs. 

We both stared in silence as the glow from the pair of mirrors started pulsing yellow. Ron stumbled back towards the sofa in relief, but as mirrors glowed green, he suddenly let out a guttural sound and went completely rigid as his eyes rolled back and he collapsed onto the sofa. Panicking, I rushed over to the sofa, but then a thick rope of cum shot out his cock, hitting the ceiling and sticking there. I stood there in awed silence as Ron bucked his hips again and again, raining cum all around and on me. Amazing. I wanted to cum just as hard too! 

After a couple of minutes, the spurts of cum from Ron’s cock shot out lower and lower, allowing me to approach with wobbly legs. The intoxicating smell of Ron’s cum - the smell that I recently found out had replaced the smell of freshly mown grass in my amortentia - was all around me, leaving me feeling drunk. 

I knelt by the sofa and took a look at Ron. I could only see the whites of his eyes under his partly opened eyelids, and a trail of foamy saliva leaked out the side of his mouth. If it wasn’t for his throbbing cock, I would have thought he died of fright. 

“Rennervate!” 

I leaned over Ron as he slowly blinked his eyes open and squinted up at me. 

“Ron?”

“Hermione?” Ron sat bolt up right all of a sudden, his face inches from mine. “I’m not dead?”

His question caught me off guard. Dead? I tilted my head to ponder his question before realizing he was just being over dramatic as usual. “Don’t be silly. You fainted, that’s all.” I replied, stifling a laugh.

“What happened?” He asked, as he eyed the web of cum covering my hair and robes.

At that, I threw my hands up in exasperation. “You tell me, Ron! It’s your invention! You relinked the portals then collapsed and orgasmed for minutes on end! You basically covered the whole room in your cum!” 

After taking a moment to take in the mess covering the walls and ceiling, he sighed and looked down at his cock, finally pulling it out from the connected mirrors. “I don’t know…” He said while setting the mirrors aside on the coffee table. “I don’t know why or how I came so hard. I lost all feeling in my cock once the portals delinked. Right when I was about to cum too! So I spent the whole night awake waiting for you. It was torture, you know!”  

He waved his wand and vanished the cum from my hair, relieving me of the smell and allowing me to focus again. “Well, can you tell me more about those tests of yours then? Because clearly you missed something. How do you know that a portal link failure is harmless?”  I asked him while working on cleaning the walls.

“I showed you already, remember? The first test I just stuck a piece of wood through the portal and forced a disconnection. Then when I relinked the portals, I pulled the piece out all in one piece. And I ran the test multiple times, at far distances too! And then I ran the same test with my hand and everything was fine, so I’m confident that whatever happened wasn’t because of the portals relinking.” 

Yes, the portal magic was safe, I was sure of it too. But that doesn’t mean we understood all of its magical effects. There must be something we were missing. 

“And how did you find out about the loss of feeling when the portals delinked?” 

“Well I just had George poke and pinch my hand while it was detached. And I didn’t feel the pinch until I relinked the portals…” My head snapped towards Ron, his eyes wide with sudden realization and clarity like mine.

“Hermione?” He asked, a corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to keep the smirk off of his face.

“Hm?” I squeaked out. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, I was so embarrassed. My face must have gone crimson.

“What did you do after the Portal Mirrors delinked last night?” 

I racked my brains for any way out of this situation, but there was no escape. I just had to come out and say it. I sighed and looked up at him defiantly.

“Fine, but first I just want to say that the Portal Mirrors are brilliant, Ron! You should definitely keep working on them.” 

“Hermione,” he cut in, but I pushed on.

“And the pounding you gave me last night was amazing and probably made me cum the hardest I’ve ever cum in my life.” I hoped my blatant flattery would distract him from what I had to say next.

“Herm - wha?” He cocked his head in surprise. My flattery must have worked! “Don’t tell me, Hermione…” He continued, a look of awe and disbelief plastered on his face.

“Oh come on, Ron!” I threw my hands up and rolled my eyes, “you know me, we’ve been married for almost 10 years now. You know how horny I get from all the stress! And you just gave me the best orgasm of my life, how was I supposed to just stop there!” 

“I thought you brought my dildos with you though?” He shot back, raising an eyebrow.

“You know how I feel about dildos, even if they’re magical and shaped like your cock. It still doesn’t compare to the real thing, and I actually had the real thing with me this time!” 

“Unbelievable,” He sighed and threw up his hands in defeat, falling back onto the sofa, “Well? Out with it then. How long did you keep going after we disconnected?”  

I plopped down next to him, blowing a strand of hair out of my face and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. “About another two hours last night. Then a quick one this morning when I woke up.” 

He chuckled, “So I basically experienced two hours of sex all at once? On top of the orgasm I was already about to have. No wonder I fainted!” But as his chuckling died down, he stared into the fireplace with a far off look. I knew this look. He was thinking of scrapping the Portal Mirrors because of this effect, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. Not before I got to experience a delinked portal induced orgasm like him at least.

“You know…” I leaned in close, “I am a little jealous.”

He snapped out of his stupor and turned to look at me. “Jealous? Of what?” 

“Cumming for five minutes straight? Cumming so hard you faint? Experiencing hours of sex and multiple orgasms all at once? Sounds like a dream come true to me. Disconnect my pussy next time, ok?” I gave him a pointed look, raising one of my eyebrows. Hopefully he understood that I thought the portal disconnections were a feature, not a setback.

Once I saw his eyes widen with understanding, I hopped up off the sofa turned towards the kitchen. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out Ron, you always do! Anyways, breakfast? I’m starving so you must be too.” I was sure Ron was itching to work on the Portal Mirrors again, but I knew he wouldn’t get anywhere on an empty stomach. I hummed a tune while whipping up some eggs, imagining what Ron would do with my detached slit. Combined with the onslaught of Ron’s cum from before, the thought made me wet between my legs again. I rubbed my thighs together. It looked like Ron would have to take care of me first before the Portal Mirrors. God I loved my life.

[hotronfest]

Hello subjects of the Weasley kingdom,

The wonderful @mymindisverycomplicated wrote this beautiful song for our fest taking inspiration from Taylor Swift's 'How did it end'. The lyrics below are modeled after that song, and are sung to its melody.

Simply wonderful it is, have a look, go on:

Come one, come all It’s the Hot Ron Fest! The wizarding wonder, he’s simply the best. We’ll tell everyone And shout it out loud— It’s Ron’s time— Let’s make him proud!

Say it once again with feeling, Ron’s heroic acts revealing, Chessboard wins, his bravery sealing, Even when spiders come stealing! Leaving us in awe and squealing— Our beloved Ron and we Sitting in the Burrow. R-O-N-A-L-D!

It’s the Hot Ron Fest! How could we rest When we’re this obsessed With the Ron we love best?

How could we rest?!

Come one, come all, It’s the Hot Ron Fest! The wizarding wonder, he’s simply the best. We’ll tell everyone And shout it out loud— It’s Ron’s time— Let’s make him proud!

Am I obscenely late in posting this because this was meant to go out immadiately after the prompts were announced? YES. Does that mean this masterpiece should collect dust and not be shared with the rest of the world? ABSOLUTELY NOT!! pls let her know how talented she is!!

[hotronfest]

absolutely love the fest so much it’s so cool that so many new writers have come together to share their love for Ron it’s like a dream come true

Thankyou so much!! We're so glad so many people participated and banded together to show our lil insecure baby all this love, he deserves it in our opinion lol

Guys be sure to gush in the works' comments so the creators know just how talented they are, and they're encouraged to continue sharing their works with us. every single writer and artist is simply phenomenal, they deserve so much appreciation!!

Thanks for the kind words, friend. might be tempted to make it an annual thing what i didnt say that

[hotronfest]

Title: One word from you and I would

Author: holygnocchi

Pairing: Ron/Pansy

Rating: Mature

Prompt: Sharing a Bed With Our King

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary:

He takes a searing gulp of whisky to smother the ache in his chest, and it’s then he sees her. Reflected in the dappled mirror behind rows of liquor bottles. She’s dressed in all white, poised and polished and gleaming, incongruous against the dingy backdrop of chipped lacquer tables and garish, flashing signs.

Their eyes catch in the mirror and he thinks, momentarily - madly - that he dreamed her here.

[hotronfest]

Title: Curved-Mouthed Bastards

Author: Zeebee3

Pairing: Ron/Draco

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Chess Master Ron, Battle of the Wits, (light) Enemies to Lovers, and The King’s Sexiest Body Parts.

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary:

“Nothing wrong with a bit of chess at a sesh,” Ron returned easily. “But we can up the ante if it’s too pedestrian for you.”

Draco didn’t appreciate the easy comfort of Ron’s body language, though he supposed this was his domain. Handily, Draco’s domain was everywhere, and so he arched a skeptical brow.

“Up it how?”

“Strip.”

It took Draco a moment to process that the word had been an answer and not a command. It took a moment longer for his libido to calm back down at the suggestion of the latter.

“Or maybe it’s too daring for you?” Weasley’s expression was friendly but now with an undercurrent of challenge.

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Or, Draco plays strip chess against Ron

[hotronfest]

Title: Luncheons, Lovers, and Luck

Author: WitchWheezes(QueenKaitlyn)

Pairing: Ron/Hermione

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Suit Up! Ron

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: If you were Ron, you might be wondering why Hermione would drag you down to the ministry, in full dress robes no less, for a boring ministry luncheon. If you were Ron, you'd find a way to make it not so boring after all.

[hotronfest]

Title: Checkmate

Author: piximera

Pairing: Ron/Krum

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: When Jealousy Strikes

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: Ron believes Hermione is getting back together with Viktor, turns out she's actually setting Ron up on a date with the Quidditch player.