#Ron x Reader

[areislol]

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗦 𝗪 𝗛𝗣 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦

ft. harry j. potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, cedric diggory, sirius black, remus lupin

warnings. aged up!! nsfw content, MDNI! mostly soft sex but rough sex is also included, twitter links. fem! reader, sub! characters will be mentioned in the names, imaginative texts included! pet play, teasing, nasty stuff

a/n. cedric, sirius and lupin's image is below!! kinda ooc! ron? i barely see any hp visual links so.. here this is lmao, and please, again, MDNI. sirius n remmy in the marauders era // this is my 2nd nsfw hc/fic im crying happy tears.. ALSO FIRST EVER HP WORK

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harry james. potter

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎… absolutely adores your tits, he will rest/sleep on your chest, sucking on your nipples as he falls asleep (his mouth latched onto it still), it's some sort of.. comfort to him. he loves how they're so soft and squishable. loves playing with them, rolling your nipple in between his fingers as he sucks on your other nipple before switching sides.

"I- mhm, god your tits... please.. can I?" harry pleads while looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. Your fingers run through his hair as you nod. He's quick to latch onto your tit as he starts to suck them softly which makes you softly moan as you tug onto his hair, rutting your pussy against his leg.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎… even after a long day will take his time and be patient and soft with you as he tenderly places a kiss on your thighs before kitty-licking your pussy <3 he's quite literally making out with your pussy and devouring it. if you didn't know any better you would've thought he was a starved animal.

"Just be a good girl f'me yeah? Be nice and good while I eat this pretty pussy.." harry says before ducking down in between your thighs as he begins to eat your pussy feverishly.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎… loves to fuck you in the reserve cowgirl position, watching as your tits bounce up and down, as his appears before being engulfed with your pussy. sometimes giggling and smiling while staring up at you in awe.

"Oh- fuck, oh your pussy feels so good-!" he says, his head lolled back as his dick slips in and out of your wet pussy.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎… just wants to be soft with you although most times it turns into a heaty session. loves to make out before having sex with you or during, as long as his lips are on yours that's all that matters..

making out with you before having passionate sex is his favourite thing to do. "I love you so, so much y/n.." he whispers before ghosting your lips to which you smile at before kissing him, for real this time.

𝐒𝐔𝐁! 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎… squirms, twitches and whimpers when you touch and jerk his dick, rolling your thump and hand over his tip as he desperately tries to stop you from overstimulating him.

"mhm, please.. y/n-! Ah.. stop, please." harry whimpers as he takes hold of your hand, "uh-uh, just be a good boy and let me touch you.. you'll be a good boy, right?" you chuckle when harry nods his head vigorously.

𝐒𝐔𝐁! 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎… is shy during your first time having sex, he's quiet at first but after you ride him he's whimpering and panting, he can only look at you in awe as you ride him

"Shy? Why are you shy?" you question while straddling his lap, your hands on his shoulders as you smirk from his flustered face. "I-im, because.. it's my first time you know.." he mumbles as he turns his head away from embarrassment. You place your finger on his chin and make him look at you, "don't be shy, harry.. let me make you feel good. I promise I will.." you coo.

ron weasley

𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… jerks off while allowing you to ride his hand as he rubs circles on your clit.

"Oh wow... this is nice.." ron whispers, watching you stroke his dick with your hand while he rubs circles on your clit. "Oh please.. ron just get on with it." you whine, ron smirks and nods, "anything for you."

𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… is slow with you, peppering you with small kisses. thrusting slowly in you before gradually fucking you like how you want to be fucked <3

"You like that, hm?" ron is never the one to tease you in bed but seeing you all open to him sparks something in him that he can't explain, all he knows is that he's feeling good. "Let me make you feel good baby"

𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… makes out with your pretty pussy! on most days he just wants to stuff his face in between your legs until you cry out his name multiple times, gripping onto his hair tightly as he makes your stomach knot over and over again.

"Oh, ron! Please.." you whine as you gripped onto his hair tightly. "Please what?" ron mumbles, his mouth still latched onto your pussy as his tongue licks stripes on your clit. "Please go faster.."

𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… pounds your pussy after a long day without seeing you, he just missed this pretty pussy of his.

"D'you know how much i've missed you? Huh? Missed this pretty pussy." ron bucks his hips forward as he slams into your cunt and he doesn't stop, he just missed you so much, he missed being inside of you. You'll be good a girlfriend and allow him to, hm?

𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… watches as his cum drips out of your pussy, admiring it before fucking you again and again, pulling his dick out just to see his cum drip out of you.

"Oh would you look at that.." he whispers, fingers prodding and stretching your pussy to see his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole. "So cute" he coos, he could not wait to do that again.

draco malfoy

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… fingers you, leaving you breathless and moaning for more. who slaps your face harshly before kissing you.

Draco's fingers are pumping in and out of your weeping hole, and he's doing it roughly. "You like that? It feels good?" draco whispers in your ear, grinning as he already knew the answer. Your hands are clutching his arm. You were too tired and overstimulated to speak, you could only nod. "I need words baby."

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… sneaked you into his room after his roommates left and proceeded to fuck you balls deep.

Draco invited you to come visit his room just to "study" but you knew that draco was never really the one to study, but you agreed anyways, he was your boyfriend after all. What you didn't expect was in after a few minutes he would be balls deep inside of you. "Oh-! Draco, it feels so good, mmm"

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… has a breeding kink, wanting to stuff you with his cum, watching as it all dribbles down from your pussy. Watching as your pussy clenches around nothing.

"You're so cute y/n, you know?" he hums teasingly, his hands gripped onto your thighs tightly as he pulls them apart to admire his work. You knew draco was looking at you, or rather your pussy, but nonetheless it made you feel hot under his gaze. You mew in response as your pussy clenches around nothing, obviously hinting that you wanted something more.. thicker inside of you once more.

cedric diggory

𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… fucks you in doggy style <3 relishing in how his dick is being swallowed whole by your pussy.

"You look so pretty like this.." he murmurs as he pounds into your red and abused cunt. "Mmm so pretty for you-!" you sputter out as your hands clench onto the bedsheets tightly.

𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… passionately makes out with your clit before fingering you whilst licking and flicking your bud with his warm tongue.

"You like that don't you?" cedric mumbles as he stares up at you while fingering and licking your cunt. "Mhm! Yes i dooo" you drag the 'o's as he speeds up his fingering, cedric only grinned as your juices flow down his chin.

𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… holds your hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, he just wants to hold hands while doing something intimate with you <3

"Here, hold my hand pretty" he says – in a sweet tone as if he wasn't fingering you harshly – as he intertwines his hands with yours. "God you're so cute."

𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… eats you out in his room while his roommates are away for quidditch practice, he called in sick just to eat his pretty princesses' pussy. Loving your cute little moans as he burrows his head further and further in as if he wasn't already.

"Oh c'mon! Let me just have a quick taste.. so what if they burst inside?" he says with a pout, his head hovering just right above your glistening pussy. "So what? We could get in trouble!" you whisper-yell. "Awh, well too bad im going to anyways." he states before burrowing his head down.

sirius black

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐎… fucks you until your shaking from your orgasm and squirting. Slapping his cock on your pussy as your hips buck forward.

"Aww, look at you, all of this because of me?" sirius teases before patting his cock on your wet pussy. "We ought to do this more, hm?" you nod ever so slightly to which he chuckles at. "Alright, lets get you cleaned up now."

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐎… loves to see you all tied up as he teases you with his cock, torturing you as he slides it along your aching hole before finally giving you what you really want.

"Look at you, all dolled up for me.. gorgeous aren't you?" he says just barely above a whisper. You nod you head and whine, "alright alright, ill give you what you want now" he chuckles before slipping his dick inside of your needy hole.

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐎… trains you with a leash on, all dressed up just for him as he fucks you again and again.

"What's the safe word?" sirius asks, his finger tracing your spine, "green." you respond with a smile. Sirius returns tn before giving looking back at his dick that was positioned in front of your entrance. "There we go.." he whispers as his dick slips inside your pussy before tugging onto your leash.

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐎… wants to hold you in his arms as you two have sex, he wants to be close as possible, this is as they say, an intimate act.

"Fuck- y/n you feel so good. Come closer to me will you, yeah?" sirius mumbles, pulling you closer to his chest. Both your arms wrap around each other as he pounds into your poor, abused cunt.

remus lupin

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎… hates being rough but since he is a werewolf, his... tendencies tend to come out. He fucks you harshly as he holds you down from moving.

"Come on y/n.. stop squirming you- fine." he mutters before holding you down, his hand on your belly before switching to your arm, trying to subdue your squirming and movements. "Please remmy! I-i need it.." you whine, lolling your head sideways, bucking your hips forwards in the hopes of getting more friction. "Then let me give it to you."

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎… teases you with his dick sliding over your needy hole, grinning when he sees you whining and twitching at his touch. But, he is nice so he will give you a reward for being so patient.

"Remus, please.. I want it." your hand gripping onto his sleeve as you tried to move your slips to "accidentally" make his dick slip inside. "Nuh-uh, just be patient and i'll give you what you want.." even though you weren't patient you nodded anyways, "good girl."

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎… is smitten with your boobs! He loves how soft they are, small, medium or big, he will love them nonetheless! Remmy will fondle with them, suck on them, toy with them, lick them and so on. Just please let him have your tits.

"Mm, don't you think that's enough..?" you question, looking at your boyfriend who was fondling with your breasts. "Enough? Absolutely not!" you frown at his response. "But- what about-" "that can wait, love. Just wanna focus on my girls first."

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[chuulyssa]

men who cling onto you like theres no tomorrow. you're cooking dinner? hes backhugging you like a little sloth. you're working? hes sitting on your lap no matter how heavy he is. you've been away from him for two minutes? get ready to be spam called for the next 2 hours. theres no defining how obsessed he is with your presence. you're his oxygen, the light of his life. without your attention, hes pouty and snappy, like a little kitten without its master. no matter where you are or what time is it, hes clinging onto your arm. oh, what was that? you want him to walk properly because the people at the clothing store are staring? too bad then, you've got to deal with it.

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[rainydayathogwarts]

Unsteady desk chairs - Ron Weasley

summary: when ron's been locked in his dorm trying to finish an essay all afternoon, you decide to help motivate him a little cw: SMUT, established relationship, unlocked door 1.2k+ wc

You'd been sitting with Hermione in the common room after having finished all your work, waiting for Harry and Ron to come down from their dorm and join you downstairs, making mental notes of the silly stories you had to tell them. You furrowed your eyebrows when you checked the clock again, noticing how late in the afternoon it was becoming. Leaving Hermione to check on your boyfriend, you began walking up to his dorm when Harry suddenly came running down the staircase in his Quidditch uniform, carrying his broom in one hand and yelling "I'm so late to practice!" A laugh bubbled in your chest as you continued trekking to the right dorm.

You waited for Ron's call to come in after knocking twice on the door, cracking the door open slightly to see him crouched over his desk, completely still while whispering things to himself under his breath. You stalked over him, careful not to make any noise before sighing at the sight. He was absolutely precious, unusually stressing himself over his care of magical creatures essay.

Wrapping your arms over Ron's shoulders behind his spot at his desk, you pressed fluttering kisses all over his cheeks and the side of his neck. The boy groaned, leaning his head back to allow you more space as he shut his eyes tightly, taking a short break from his homework. "Baby I don't get it." He whined, rubbing his eyes tiredly. You ran a hand through his messy fiery hair, pressing another kiss on Ron's temple before he was twisting in his chair to wrap an arm around your waist, guiding you around his chair so you could stand next to him. Shifting his chair backwards slightly, Ron tugged you to the space between his legs.

Resuming your soft massage on Ron's hair, you hummed slightly as he rested his hands on the back of your thighs, head leaning forward against your stomach. "What are you struggling with sweetheart?" "Everything. I don't get this stupid essay." He complained again, pulling you impossibly closer to him. "D'you need help? I finished mine not long ago." Ron shook his head against you, looking up at you with a pouty face. "This is something I need to do alone." You giggled slightly, leaning down to peck his lips quickly. Ron chased your lips the second you pulled away, trying to pull you back in. You smiled against his lips when they finally found yours, pulling away to laugh happily.

Your arms slung over Ron's shoulders squeezed him closer to you, letting him hug you as tightly as he wished. Ron moaned in annoyance against your jumper, and you grinned, an idea popping into your head. "Hey, bet you could some motivating though." Curiously, Ron's face was peeking up to look at yours, a pink tint forming on his cheeks. "Yeah, what kind of motivation?" You leaned in once again, lips barely touching his, moving your hands down to Ron's thighs. His muscles flexed under your touch, and he swallowed thickly, hands coming down to rest atop yours.

"I think you have a good idea of that." Ron was pulling you onto his lap before the words even left your mouth, hands positioning your legs so you straddled him, the both of you barely fitting on the desk chair. Your knees were uncomfortably tucked into the space below the arms of the chair, digging into the leather. Cupping Ron's jaw, you kissed him slowly, pulling back every time he tried speeding up the kiss, breathing heavily into your mouth. You giggled, lightly biting his bottom lip before retreating and unbuckling his thick belt. Ron's fingers wandered underneath your skirt, pushing your panties to the side while you freed him from his boxers. He watched intensely as you spat on your hand before stroking his length, waiting for him to fully harden before guiding his cock towards your hole.

Lifting your hips up to push his tip into you, you sunk down on his cock slowly, biting your bottom lip to suppress a loud moan. "Fuck. Should've locked the door." You muttered, digging your head into the crook of Ron's neck while you adjusted to his size, feeling his chest vibrate with a chuckle. Slowly beginning to lift your hips up, you gained momentum to bounce on your boyfriend's dick. Ron met your movements, snapping his hips upwards to meet your thrusts, hands loosely holding your waist just in case you lost your balance. Ron shut his eyes, taking pleasure in the feeling of your cunt against every ridge of his cock. You gasped, reaching a hand out to grab the back of the unsteady chair as a wave of pleasure shot through you, panting loudly.

One of Ron's hands left your waist, finding a path under the untucked shirt of your uniform to grope at your breast, tweaking your nipple to harden the sensitive nub. You arched your back towards his chest, cursing as you leaned down to suck on the soft skin of Ron's neck - a desperate attempt to silence your cries. The burn in your thighs paired with the uncomfortable pinch of the warm leather on your pace had you readjusting yourself above your boyfriend before recommencing your movements, only slower. Ron groaned as you began grinding down on his cock, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging your body into his chest, where you leant your head on his shoulder, stilling your movements.

A sharp thrust of his hips up into your core had you whining, nails digging into the sides of his shoulders as he jerked himself into you with a fast pace. You bounced upwards with every snap of Ron's hips, but he hugged you close to him, only making you brush against his chest. Taking the easy access to Ron's neck, you resumed your kisses there, biting and sucking occasionally to leave red hickeys in their wake. Licking over a spot below his ear you just kissed, you firmly bit down, leaving a stinging pain in Ron's neck. Your boyfriend gasped at the sudden sear, harshly forcing his hips upwards into you with a loud "Fuck!" Your high pitched moan filled the room, your cunt clamping down again Ron's cock as you reached your high. A string of curse words left Ron's mouth as his hips uncontrollably twitched, releasing his orgasm into you while his arms squeezed you tighter against him.

Breathing heavily, you bit your lip to try and suppress your moan as Ron shuddered against you, urging his arms to loosen up against you so you could breathe. "Oh my god." You panted, grabbing the desk behind you to help you stand up as Ron's arms fell to his side, slumping against the chair. "Shit, baby." He mumbled as his hand reached out to shove your skirt up, watching his cum dribbled down your thighs. You separated your legs in discomfort, bending down to take your soiled panties off before placing it on Ron's desk, leaning your hips against it while you scanned his working space.

"I'm gonna go clean myself off and read a book in my dorm. Come find me when you're done with this essay." Ron nodded, dumbfounded, accepting the short kiss you gave him before strutting away, slowly reaching out for the panties on his desk to shove them in his pocket and zip his pants back up.

[konigsfavwife]

“Wake up Ron!”

Summary: you and Ron have dated since your third year. During summers you’d often go to the Burrow, staying over for multiple days at a time. You loved Ron dearly but he was such an odd sleeper…

Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: none! Tooth rotting fluff, no use of y/n??

Word count: 532

Authors note: my lordddd i can’t say how much I love this man he’s literally so fine 😋

It was early in the morning, waking up to the feeling of someone’s limbs sprawled out over your chest. You mumbled sitting up and seeing Ron’s soft red hair make a mess on his pillow, his body thrown over yours. You looked at him with a little laugh as you moved his arm off your chest, putting it over his own chest.

“ron get up..” you mumbled, standing up from his bed and stretching her arms above her head. Ron completely ignored her as he snores quite loudly. “my Merlin your gonna be the death of me.”you huffed slipping on a pair of slippers and walking into the kitchen where Molly started making breakfast.

“oh good morning dear! I’m almost finished making Breakfast, would you be an angel and try to wake up Ron? He’s quite impossible to wake up in the mornings” Molly teased as she faced you. “good morning Molly” you smiled at her. “But of course, I’ll try” you laughed a little and walked back upstairs into Ron’s room.

As you walked into his room, he sprawled even farther on the bed, his arm on each ends of the bed, as the same with his legs. Practically looking like a starfish. Then again another merlin-forbidden snore left him. “Ron get up!” you said as you poked his chest. Ron didn’t even respond, instead he shoved his head into his pillow, snuggling up into his blanket and pillow. “ron my merlin get up..” you huffed, shaking him awake. “bloody hell what do you want?” Ron grumbled as he sat up, a pout visible on his lips. “for you to wake up. your mom is cooking breakfast so she wants you up” you yawned as you sat down, kicking off your slippers and sat beside him. Ron huffed and sat up beside you. “well good morning to you too you big baby” you huffed. “dont call me that.” Ron mumbled, turning to face you. “fine, I won’t just wake up please?” you asked with a fake pout. “I am up.” Ron mumbled. “my jeez your so dramatic Ron.” you rolled your eyes as you moved your head a little to face him. “shut up.” Ron mumbled.

“now do you want to go downstairs?” you asked, a little smile appearing on your lips at his pout. “no. I don’t feel like taking to them right now. It’s to early..” Ron huffed dramatically as he laid down once again, but his arms wrapped around your waist snuggly. “im not going anywhere Ron..” you huffed a little, your hands finding themselves lost in his red hair. “that feels nice..” Ron mumbled as he laid his head in your lap. “go back to bed…” you sighed, knowing he did this every morning when he didn’t want to wake up. Ron only nodded before quickly dragging you back down to lay with him. Ron’s arms wrapped around your waist as his chest pressed up against your back, his chin placed on the crook of your shoulder. “I love you, you big baby.” you hummed softly as you snuggled into the pillow. “yea yea I love you too..” Ron mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on your jawline

[deadsnakey]

Ron loves gifting you things. he doesn't have a lot of money therefor he doesn't have a lot of oppertunities to give you things that aren't hand made: when he does though, it's usually something he noticed you were running out of. maybe you were running out of lipgloss or hair ties. he'll find those exact said things and gift them to you a few days later with the brightest smile on his face; cheeks dusted a slight pink.

he listens to you, when you make a small remark on a specific brand or product that's your favorite. overhearing you say why you love said brand or product for whatever reasons you have. he'll find it, save up for it if he cant make it and gift it to you for your birthday, Christmas, maybe a date. he knows you're not dating him for his money but he still likes to do these kind of things for you whenever he can. seeing you happy makes him happy, truly.

Ron loves hearing your voice, he loves it. he can listen to it for hours as you yip yap about something you're passionate about or even explaining something; talking about your day or something that made you mad. he loves your laugh. the more loud and uglier it is, the more attractive he thinks you are. There's no need to be insecure with Ron because he'll show and prove to you time and time again that he loves you for you and you're perfect in his eyes. you're perfect for him and he couldn't ever wish to have it any other way.

[eunoiaflow3r]

mine - ron weasley x reader

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warning(s): language, smut

word count: 1.9k

request(ed): fic where you saw ron and Hermione getting too close so you got mad and he was angry at you and gave you a punishment + Can you do anthor ron fic where the reader got jelly because she saw hermione and ron get close so she ignores him and he gets angry and puts her in her palce

summary: Y/N gets jealous and Ron has his way of reassuring her…characters 17+

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You weren’t even the one to notice it at first. Luna was at your side while you two studied on the lawn. There was a quiz in herbology and you desperately needed her help.

“They seem quite close.” Luna comments. You follow her eyes across the way to see Ron leaning against a pillar and Hermione in front of him holding her books and laughing at a joke he undoubtedly told. He smiled brightly and you watched as she leant out her arm to touch his.

Your heart kind of dropped but then you reminded yourself that they were friends. Just friends, and you didn’t need to worry.

At dinner you sat next to him and he pressed a kiss to your cheek and had his hand on your thigh as you two ate. You talked about your day and everything was pretty normal and you forgot what happened earlier - it became irrelevant, until the next day.

You didn’t see Ron at breakfast…or Hermione. Harry told you that they were in the hall studying for his test and normally it wouldn’t bother you except for the visuals you had of them yesterday. You trusted the both of them, sure, but it didn’t stop an insecurity from growing. You aren’t the type to compare yourself to another girl, but you can admit that his recent actions are hitting some kind of nerve.

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“Hello Y/N!”

“Hi Y/N!”

Fred and George came over so that you were sat in the middle of them. You were on the couch in the Gryffindor common room writing a letter to your parents.

“Hey George, Fred. What are you guys up to?”

“Bored.” Fred answers.

“Are you doing anything interesting ?” George asks.

“Just writing.” You say.

You talk to them for a while until you all looked towards the portrait as it opened. You heard giggling and waited to see who would come out - Ron and Hermione. They both carried snacks and shared a bag of crisps.

“Hmmm.” Fred hummed.

“Hmmm indeed. They look cozy.” George whispered.

They both got up at the same time and rubbed Ron’s head as they left - probably to cause trouble somewhere. Hermione waved to you before going into her room, and Ron sat in the seat next to you, offering his crisps. You decline and feel yourself become stiff.

“Missed you today.” he says, going in to kiss your neck.

You move slightly so he doesn’t get the chance. “Where were you?”

He looks confused for a second at your movement but doesn’t comment. “With Hermione…and Harry. I’m sorry I’ve been distracted today.”

You hum. “Okay. I’m going to bed.”

“Already? It’s not even late yet.”

“I’m tired Ronald. Goodnight.”

You never called him by his full name but you must admit you were irritated. Yes he’s allowed to spend time with his friends, he doesn’t have to be around you 24/7…but them being so close just made you feel weird.

The next morning you woke up late…barely slept - tossing and turning thinking about Ron and Hermione. It made you sick to your stomach how seeing the two of them made you feel. And how could you even say anything? You would seem like a bad girlfriend if you brought it up. So you wouldn’t.

When you arrived at breakfast you saw Hermione next to Ron and Harry across from Ron. Hermione was stealing food off of Ron’s plate and he would pinch her every time she tried causing her to giggle. You couldn’t watch. It just seemed so flirty to you and you couldn’t stand it.

You decided to sit next to Blaise, as you haven’t caught up with him in a while. Yes he was friends with Draco and Pansy, sworn enemies to your friends but Blaise didn’t care about any of that. You two have been close since childhood. You told him what was troubling you (quiet enough so that Draco and Pansy couldn’t hear) and he told you that your feelings were valid. That Ron seemed good enough but his actions can definitely seem off putting.

———

Across the hall Ron watched as you sat next to Blaise and began to talk. He was aware of yours and his relationship but he didn’t understand why you’d rather sit next to Blaise than him. He was also confused as to why you were late to breakfast and short with him last night. It wasn’t until he saw Blaise whisper something into your ear that made you giggle that made him angry.

“Why is Y/N sitting over there?” Ron asked no one in particular.

Harry turned and saw and so did Hermione.

“That’s strange,” she commented. “I haven’t seen her much at all these past few days actually do you think she’s been with him?”

Ron didn’t like that comment. He wasn’t jealous, no, but it did irk him a bit. He’s been with Hermione and Harry…does that mean she’s been with Blaise?

When he saw you in the hall a few hours later he tried coming up and talking to you but you just gave him a quick look and walked away. That pissed him off. Now he realized what you were doing was intentional. He just couldn’t figure out why.

It happened again during your last class which you conveniently had together - you avoided him. Made sure that you always seemed to be busy in conversation with someone else so that he would look like the asshole if he interrupted. You were being coy and he knew it.

———

You had managed to ignore Ron all day. That was Blaise’a advice. Yes, it was petty, but you were mad. Give him a taste of his own medicine. It hurt because you missed him, and you thought about how this might push Ron towards Hermione more but if Ron didn’t notice your absence then you shouldn’t be together.

You sat in the common room, playing a game with Luna when Ron made his way over.

He leans down so that his lips are next to your ear.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You roll your eyes.

“And so what if I have? Didn’t think you’d notice anyway.”

He clenched his jaw and didn’t say anything for a moment. You got nervous but continued your game.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’m playing this -“

“Y/N.”

And that’s all it took. You followed him into his room and watched as he cast a spell to lock the door. You took a seat on his bed and watched as he took his robes off and began loosening his tie.

“So what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You say.

“Don’t say that. I know it’s something, don’t lie to me.”

You cross your arms and stare at the floor.

“If you can hang out with your…friend…Then I should be able to hang out with mine, right?”

Ron took a moment to thing as he leaned against his dresser so that he was sitting on it. Then it clicked for him. Hermione. Blaise.

He grinned, but you could tell he wasn’t happy.

“So, you see Hermione and I together, and instead of communicating your feelings, you decide to make me jealous and angry by hanging out and flirting with Blaise?”

“I wasn’t trying to - wasn’t trying to make you jealous. I went to him for advice.”

He shakes his head. “What I’m hearing is you don’t trust me. Don’t trust me enough be loyal and respect your, our, boundaries.

I don’t want anyone but you, and I thought we were on the same page. I love you. Don’t want anyone but you, wouldn’t even dare look at anyone else the way I look at you. You should feel comfortable enough to talk to me when you’re feeling some kind of way.”

You were silent. He was right. You should have just talked to him. He would have understood.

“I’m sorry.” You say.

He nods towards his bed. “Undress please.” he comes closer as you do. “Obviously I have to show you to trust me.”

You have to admit, you were excited, but nervous.

He moves you up so that your head was on his pillows and he was in between your legs. He leans down so that his lips were right above yours and waits until you make the first move. You lift your chin up and he kisses you, hard, and passionately. His hand makes his way up to your neck and squeezes gently which makes you moan into his mouth. When he takes his hand away you whine until he pulls away and pulls your arms so that they’re above your head.

He removes his tie and ties your wrists to the headboard.

“Ron, please…”

He knew you loved to touch. Loved your fingers in his hair or on his back, around his neck. He was taking that privilege away and kissing down your neck. He took a moment to take one of your nipples into his mouth while he massaged the other. When he was done, he switched sides until finally he was ready to leave more wet kisses down your body.

When he got to just below your belly button he took his thumb to rub at your clit. You moaned and tried to pull your arms away from the headboard. You wanted to touch, so bad.

“Ron, oh God.” You whined.

He kept rubbing as he back up so that he was on his stomach, arms positioned under your legs, hands on your breasts, and face near your heat.

He leans down and licks a stripe up until he gets to your clit - there he sucks until your moans turn into pleads.

You try to close your legs or move but he holds them apart as he continues the pressure against your clit. He brings his middle and ring finger to your mouth and tells you to suck while he starts to flick his tongue against you. Once he’s satisfied he brings his fingers down to gently press against your entrance.

Ron puts one finger in and you moan.

“Ron! Please, please, please, more.”

“You think you deserve more baby?” He moans into you. “Think your pussy deserves to cum tonight?”

Your whine is nearly a cry. You’re just wishing and hoping he adds another finger.

“Tell me who I belong to Y/N. Let me hear you say it.”

“Mmmm. You belong to me Ron please, more.”

“I belong to you hmmm? Say it louder, I wanna believe it.”

“Fuck, Ron, You’re mine Ron please, please, please.”

He adds another finger, and continues a steady rhythm while pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“And you belong to me baby. You’re all mine, and you’re gonna gonna cum on my fingers, okay? Want you to cum for me, can you do that?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes please Ron I wanna cum for you.”

He brings his tongue back to your pussy and begins licking your clit fast while pushing his fingers in and out of you curving them slightly as to hit your g-spot.

“I’m close Ron, fuck! I’m close, I’m close, I’m close.”

Ron practically grins against your pussy and goes faster.

“You’re close? Cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy, wanna taste you on my tongue.”

He continues and you fight against the restraint as you moan loudly and cum. Your fingernails were dug into your palms and there were nearly tears in your eyes. You felt so good. He made you feel so good.

He got up so that he could untie you.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was anyone’s but yours. No one can ever compare to you. You’re forever mine, and I’m eternally yours.”

——————

The End😭 Goodnight y’all. I suck at endings.

[sheloveshp]

„All talk“- ron w.

warnings: little smut// virgin!ron// fluff at the end

confronting shy little ron „all talk“ weasly after he has been crushing and flirting on you for a while

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“Where did your confidence go Ron?” You whispered into his ear. You’ve had enough of him and his remarks about your body (or rather how, saying them is the most he does to you.)Today all of this shall end.

You were up for yet another Study Session in his dorm. Ron Weasley has gotten much more suggestive even in front of the others students. Gladly for the both of you it didn’t bother you. What bothered you was that he wasn’t shy to talk about how good your tits looked while he was playing quidditch and that, that was the reason for Gryffindor’s loss, while being seated next to all the other gryffindors . Yet whenever you came suggestively close to him, his whole body shut down and he suddenly remembered to “feed his old ass hamster” or rat or whatever it was and left.

“All those remarks when i visited you at training about how good my ass looked in those black shorts” Your fingers played around sliding them up and down his chest while you talk.

„All that undressing me with your eyes in class and at parties and now you won’t even look into my eyes ronnie?“ you stopped. Now looking directly into his eyes. His cheeks being as red as his hair and heart beating out of his chest.

Yeah sure he was in fact, in love with you and throwing these perverted things at your head was much better for him than being vulnerable to you and telling you how he actually feels. He was also scared of dating you. You were the (y/n) (l/n) after all. Gryffindors baddest bitch. Yes, even badder than Hermione. He was scared of what others might say when they find out that you’re dating him out of all people. He was scared of rejection and how he would carry on living his life when you broke his heart by rejecting him. So if being close to you means only being your friend and talking in a not so shy manner to SOMEHOW release his inner feelings for you. He will.

Ron tried his best to keep calm and stay cool. He didn’t want to seem like a weakling infront of you of all people, but then again. It’s you he is talking to and you who has him pushed onto the wall of his dorm room.

Fucking you would be a great thing too tho <3.

Trying to fabricate even one

string of words he completely failed and just gulped really loudly.

„I want you and I know you want me but I‘m getting tired ron.“

lies.

You loved the thrill you get when you think about him. thinking about what he would do to you once he would finally let go of whatever is holding him back and fuck you.

At first you hated to admit it but you thought about him every day. The way his hair shines when the sun hits it. The way he is always eating. The way he will be the last one on the Hogwarts Express to make sure everyone got in safely.

The way he would bend you over his desk at this very desk you’re standing next to in his room and fuck you straight is also a nice thought. <3

„Tired of you not doing shit about it.”

“talk. talk. talk.” slightly hit his chest with your pointed finger.

oh how you would’ve loved to leave a kiss on every part of his body and rip his clothes of his body right now but sadly your pride didn’t let you. The pride that is hanging onto a string threatening to rip every time you look up into his eyes and see him looking at you so shy.

„Tell me you want me Ronnie“ you whisper into his ears cupping his cheek with your left hand while the other remained rubbing circles on his chest. „I want you“ he finally breathed out. He knew that he wanted you. so. so bad. It’s the way he twitched whenever he saw you talking to anyone that he doesn’t trust. It’s the way all of his synapses came to a stop last Friday when, you opened your dorm room to study with him, only for him to find you in your short biker shorts and a white shirt with no bra on. Obviously, he had to retake the exam.

„You’re all talk.“ you looked at him now

His patience finally ripped and he kissed you so passionately as if he was waiting a lifetime for it.

When the kiss came to a halt he didn’t want to yet and followed your lips with his. You both looked at eachother. breathing HEAVILY. “That was-“ you cut him off before you jump into his strong arms and kiss him again and again.

Trying to locate his bed he bumped into serveal things he finally found it and threw you onto it.

“Now we’re talking.” You whisper against his lips trying to cool the situation a bit. It will be his first time after all.

Ron kept kissing and kissing and kissing you just to make sure it wasn’t one of his wet dreams again.

Stoping for a moment you grab your wand of the bedside stand and put a spell on this room to muffle the room and lock it.

“Muffelatto e chiudare.” Ron noticed these spells and immediately knew now that you were here on business. Now back to making out, your hips moved a lot on his crotch area forcing him to buckle his hips to get some sort of action going on down there.

You would’ve loved to ride him straight but you also wanted this to last longer so you decided to take the lead. With longer you mean several weeks of teasing him like he did to you and only giving him little after little taste of you.

Turning around to straddle him now you left a few hot kisses on his jaw and neck before you went lower. way lower.

Unbuckling his belt Ron looked down on you seeing you with his sex in your hands he internally freaked out.

“Relax, Baby.” You coo, noticing his nervousness. You start pumping slowly after you noticed him calm down a little because what will come after this might send him into cardiac arrest. Dropping the word “baby” on him hit him like a truck, even more than you pumping your hand up and down his already hardened cock.

It was his first time and yet again…he was shy but you wanted to hear him moan your name and whimper so bad.

“You can make noises, baby. No one will hear you but me.” And with that he let loose. Whimpering, Moans, all of it rushed out his mouth immediate like he has been holding it back for years.

“Y/n” he said as he covered his eyes with his hands to keep himself from coming to fast. Otherwise he would make a complete fool of himself. You though… You knew exactly what would get him rilled up.

Finally, you take him inside your mouth. Ron removes his hand at the speed of light to see you and shrieked. That was it. You had him and this moment shall forever be engraved in his mind, for as long as he lives.

His cum tasted like cola cherry for some reason. You didn’t like cola whatsoever but this was nice so you took his whole load into your throat and swallowed.

Ron immediately fell back after he has been keeping himself up to watch this all unfold. He was shook to his core.

“You can eat that????” Ron being Ron, that was the first thing he asked you after having his blowie v-card being taken.

“Yes, Ron.” You wait in anticipation for anything else for him to say. As you lay down next to him.

“You are so amazing y/n.” He finally breathes out while searching for what to say in your eyes. “You weren’t so bad yourself, Darling.” There it goes again. Making him all dizzy with you loving words. Although it wasn’t much he was already gone.

“Wait! What about you? What should I do for you?” Honestly he felt kind of bad that you didn’t get what you wanted. Also he didn’t get to feel that bad cuz he was still on his orgasm high.

“Next time, Ronnie.” You say kissing his cheek and the other side. Finally, you had what was yours and what you desired the most. You are never going to let him go.

It has been a tough week at Hogwarts so both of you became really tired, really fast and dozed off.

For once in his life Ron was the first to wake up. Realizing that this scene isn’t a dream and you were still on him, sleeping like an angel, Ron chuckled to himself.

If he wasn’t still in another universe mentally trying to process what happened last night, he would be worried. Worried about wether this all is a friends with benefits kind of thing or something serious?? But the way you were holding him and laying on him chest on chest, heart on heart. He knew that this might be serious and he couldn’t wait for the day where this would become his day to day life. Waking up to the love of his life.

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I Choose Her | Chp: 12

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.5k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, cunnilingus, strap on use, g!p, dark themes, mention of death and murder

Note: hello! it's good to be back i missed writing this story and im so glad to have finally found the motivation to continue on with it lol

just a disclaimer, a fair portion of this is just smut so as usual if u need to skip it watch out for the asterisks :)

that's all, hope u enjoy!

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You’re awoken in the middle of the night by Hermione snuggling closer to you, searching for warmth. Instinctively you wrapped your arm around her before grabbing the covers draping it over the both of you.

You feel Hermione shiver under your hold and it was then you finally took notice of the drop in temperature.

Glancing at the fire pit in the corner you quickly received an explanation for the cold surrounding you.

“The fire's gone out.” You grumble, voice heavy from sleep.

Hermione merely lets out a groan against your chest before you feel her attempt to get out of your hold.

Your girlfriend climbs out of bed and you begin drifting off before you’re jolted awake again by the sound of Hermione rummaging through something.

Opening your eyes slightly, you’re met with the sight of your girlfriend sticking her  hand in the pockets of your slacks and blazer that had been strewn on the floor.

Hermione soon notices your gaze that was fixed on her.

“Where’s your wand?” Your girlfriend asks, gesturing to your pants.

“Blazer, inner pocket.” In your half asleep state, you answered without hesitation.

You found it odd that she would ask to use your wand, considering how protective she was of her own.

Abandoning your desire to continue your slumber you finally sit up, silently observing as Hermione expertly uses a spell to re light the flame.

Once your girlfriend was satisfied that the fire was big enough, she quickly sat your wand back down on the ground before making her way back to join you in bed.

“Why’d you need my wand for? Where’s yours?” You asked as she climbs under the covers, wrapping an arm across your abdomen as her legs intertwined with yours.

Hermione hums at the feeling of your much needed body heat before responding.

“Harry has mine.” She states and your expression further contorts in confusion.

“Why?” You ask.

“I sort of broke his.. while we were at Godric’s Hollow.” Hermione admits timidly and you couldn’t help the laugh that falls out of your lips and your girlfriend scowls.

“Don’t laugh!” Hermione scolds, she tries to glare at you but it was so half hearted you could not find it in yourself to be intimidated by it.

You leaned down to place a tender kiss against her forehead, a silent apology for laughing at her expense.

“How on earth did you manage that?” You ask, carefully tracing circles against her side with your finger and you feel her relax once again in your arms.

“Well, I was holding onto his wand and when I threw a curse with my own, it rebounded.” Hermione explains and you nod in understanding.

“Ah, I see. Was he angry?” You ask and Hermione shrugs.

“He’s always angry at something lately, I hardly noticed.” Your girlfriend’s tone was soft and you regretted starting the conversation in the first place.

“Still cold?” You deliberately changed the subject.

“A bit.” Hermione says and you pull her in closer, a gesture she appreciated.

You tilted your head to plant another kiss on the top of Hermione’s head, focusing on the feeling of her shoulders rising and falling as she breathed, the faint scent of her shampoo, the way her skin felt against yours.

You find yourself committing the details to memory, relishing in the stillness.

With Hermione, time stops, and you are the only two people in existence. In her presence nothing was wrong. You felt at peace, and you never wanted it to end.

You reach down to intertwine your fingers with Hermione’s and she takes note of your silence, she looks up to catch your distant gaze as you were deep in thought.

Hermione lifts her head to place a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“What are you thinking about?” Hermione asks.

You meet her concerned gaze and you simply can’t fathom how anybody could possibly be this alluring. Hermione was delicate and yet so dangerously irresistible.

“I’m thinking about you.” You answer honestly.

“Oh.” Hermione says as her expression shifts to a bashful one and you decided to continue making her blush.

“I’m thinking about how you are truly the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on.” You add and you could practically feel the heat emanating from Hermione’s face as she grew more shy under your heavy gaze.

“I was also thinking about how I can’t wait for all of this to be over, so we can go wherever we like and spend as much time as we want alone, just the two of us.” You add.

Hermione’s eyes now mirroring the heavy longing that’s reflected in yours. She leans in to capture your lips into a deep kiss, you can feel her adoration and desire for you at all at once and it takes your breath away.

“That sounds perfect, y/n.” Your girlfriend says once she’s pulled away, she runs her fingers to your hair and you instinctively  shut your eyes at the sensation.

**

You move your hand underneath the covers to rest on her waist, Hermione captures your lips into another kiss, this time its urgent and desperate, her tongue enters your mouth and you feel a familiar wave of arousal spread across your body.

You swiftly moved your other hand to her waist, expertly manoeuvring so that Hermione was on her back on the bed, her head resting on the pillow.

You break the kiss to turn your attention to her neck planting open mouthed kisses against it.

Slipping your hand underneath Hermione’s pullover, feeling her goose bumps form underneath your touch.

You place a quick peck against Hermione’s cheek before moving your head further down, lifting the garment to expose her taut stomach.

You intentionally run your tongue across Hermione’s navel before playfully biting at the skin directly above it and Hermione gasps, her hand reflexively finds the back of your head as you worked your way up her belly, carefully licking and nipping until eventually settling just below her chest.

“Take this off.” You order and Hermione doesn’t hesitate to lift her sweater over her head, tossing it to the side.

You began lowering your head but Hermione quickly halts your movements with a hand on your shoulder.

“Kiss me.” Your girlfriend says, already pulling you closer by the collar.

You happily oblige, crashing your lips, your mouth moves against her, gentle but firm, and Hermione let’s out a sigh in contentment.

You finally pull away only to trace kisses across her collar bone and down her chest, eventually settling on her nipples. Swiping your tongue across one of them, you hear Hermione let out another gasp.

You took that as a sign to carry on.

You finally take one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking and licking at it simultaneously and feeling it harden against your tongue as you do.

Hermione chokes out a moan at the sensation, her back arches off the bed making her pelvis rub up against your stomach, and you swiftly place a hand against her abdomen, pinning her to the bed.

Your girlfriend’s moans are more frequent now that you’ve turned your attention to her other nipple, moving your mouth against it in a way you know would leave Hermione wanting for more.

You deliberately ran your tongue down her body, returning your attention around her navel and then slightly lower, you pull down Hermione’s sweatpants a little but not all the way and she groans.

“I want it off, please.” Your girlfriend begs, tugging at the hem of her pants that you were holding firmly in place.

“So impatient.” You remark teasingly but soon moving your fingers to pull them off as she asked.

Hermione was now laying naked underneath you and you couldn’t help but ravage her with your eyes shamelessly.

You will never tire at the sight of her like this.

“What do you want, baby?” You ask, your mouth directly by her ear.

“My fingers?” You reached down to swipe a finger across her already drenched folds, before applying pressure on her clit with your palm.

Hermione doesn’t respond, instead she has her eyes closed as she whimpers helplessly, rolling her hips trying to gain more friction.

“Or my tongue?” You offer her the option before placing an open mouthed kiss against her jaw.

“Yes.. your tongue– please.” Hermione says and her eagerness causes a grin to form on your face.

You decide to not make her wait any longer as you quickly settled your head in between her legs, your hot breath against her core causes Hermione to squirm impatiently.

Your mouth finally makes contact with her weeping pussy, her slick coating your tongue as you ran it through her folds and Hermione let’s out an unrestrained moan, definitely loud enough to be heard outside the confines of your tent, but your girlfriend is too far gone to care.

Hermione grips a handful of your hair, trusting her hips at an attempt to match the rhythm of your tongue. She’s using your mouth mercilessly, working to her release at her own accord and it made you weak.

You shift your mouth slightly, prodding at her entrance with your tongue, and her gasp morphs into a whimper when you push it further in, feeling her walls contract as she accommodates the much welcomed intrusion.

You remove your tongue only to repeat the motion, your thumb rubbing at her sensitive nub, quickly urging her climax.

Before either of you realise it Hermione’s legs are trembling as she reaches her peak, it happens quickly and suddenly, directly in your mouth.

“Y/n..” Your name falls from her lips so gracefully and you have to stop yourself from asking her to utter it again.

“Yes sweetheart, are you okay?” You respond before moving up to rest your weight on your forearms, your face now hovering over hers.

Hermione’s look of pure desire as your eyes meet only further ignited your visceral ache for her, you wanted to spend the remainder of your days worshipping her.

Your girlfriend lifts her head up slightly to connect your lips, her tongue shamelessly moving against yours, tasting her own release.

You groaned as Hermione grips the back of your neck before leaning back until only the tip of your tongue in between her lips, she then moves her face forward once again and began sucking on it, the kiss was bold, it lacked Hermione’s usual apprehension and you wonder why she’s spent so long holding back, knowing what she is capable of.

In heated desperation, you grind your hips against Hermione and she lets out a moan at the sensation, your girlfriend releases your tongue as her mouth fell open.

As her eyes met yours she gives you a knowing look, one you could immediately read without the need of a verbal confirmation.

“Do you want to?” You ask expectantly and Hermione takes her bottom lip in between her teeth to keep her arousal at bay before nodding her head eagerly.

You quickly move off the bed stripping out of your underwear and pullover, you grab your wand of the floor, swiftly waving it over your groin.

You toss your wand back onto the ground before you began stroking the newly formed length in between your legs, eagerly climbing back into bed.

Hermione watches you intently as you settled on top of her, she wastes no time in wrapping her legs around your waist and you were nearly as impatient as her, as you immediately lined up the tip of your length to her entrance, thrusting forward, sheathing yourself inside your girlfriend’s wanting cunt.

You both gasp at the feeling, Hermione’s hands finding your back and you wince at the familiar sting as her fingernails dug into your skin, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

You pull out of her slightly to thrust your hips forward again as Hermione captures your lips with her own, resulting in her moaning directly into your mouth.

Soon finding a steady momentum, Hermione's whimpering and moaning as you moved your hips skilfully. Your cock was hitting deep inside her at just the right angle, making it impossible for her to do anything else beyond let you take her completely, at an unforgiving pace.

“Fuck‐ Hermione.” You groan as her walls were clenching against your length with every thrust, causing a bit of resistance.

Your girlfriend tries to respond but what comes out of her instead are incoherent sobs.

The pleasure coursing through her was overwhelming, her hand eventually falls from your back, laying helplessly on the bed and you move your own hand from her hip to place it over hers to intertwine your fingers.

Hermione holds your hand firmly as you continued rutting into her, working towards your own pleasure.

“Mine.” You grunt.

“You’re mine.” You repeat mid thrust and Hermione’s words continue to fail her, she merely guides your face closer to hers by your neck, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

Once your lips left hers, you leaned forward to nip at her neck, sucking on her skin till you left a bruise and this works to ultimately tip her over the edge, Hermione comes undone underneath you and the sight of her head thrown back in pleasure, mouth agape, urges the coil in the pit of your stomach to tighten. Your name falling from her lips as her orgasm rips through her was enough to cause it to snap.

You reach your own climax soon after your girlfriend, your body flush against hers as you lacked the strength to hold yourself up any longer.

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“Here you go.” Harry hands you the plate of breakfast after warming it over the fire.

“Thanks, mate.” You offer him a half smile, one he quickly reciprocated.

You walk over to the table joining Hermione and Ron. The way their heads snapped in your direction as soon as you stepped closer indicates that you had interrupted a private conversation.

“Is everything alright?” You ask, setting your food down on the table while taking a seat next to Hermione.

“Ofcourse.” Hermione says cordially before leaning in to give you a peck on the cheek, but you cheekily turn your head just in time, catching her lips with yours.

Hermione blushes and you relished at the feeling of Ron staring daggers into the side of your face.

You glance at your cup of coffee, lifting the mug up to your lips taking a sip, until finally allowing your eyes to land on Ron. The deep scowl on his face shows that he was about to snap any moment, and your predictions proved correct once he utters his next words.

“No, actually everything is not alright.” Ron snaps at you and Hermione sighs.

“Some of us need sleep you know, I’d appreciate it if you could keep it down next time.” Ron scowls and you watched as Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still keeping his head down.

“We will Ron, it won’t happen again.” Hermione reassures him and it was your turn to scowl, but your expression quickly turns into a smirk once a response dawns on you.

“Why were you even listening, Weasley?” You ask, and Ron stares at you like you’ve grown a second head.

Your smirk doesn’t falter and it only grows into a grin the longer he took to respond.

“I mean, you could’ve easily casted a silencing jinx, but you didn’t.” You taunt him further.

You feel Hermione grip your arm harshly.

“That’s enough.” Your girlfriend scolds but you fail to acknowledge her, not breaking the tense eye contact with Ron.

“Maybe you liked listening to us fuck. I bet you'd stay up all night to listen if you could.” You add and it works to get the desired reaction out of him.

Ron slams his fists against the table, standing up in his seat and you stand soon after, accepting the challenge.

“I don’t have to prove anything to a classist snob like you.” He counters.

“You think you’re so much better than us but you’re nothing more than a rich slag.” Ron says and for the first time his words actually graze you.

“Yeah? Is that all you got?” You challenge anyway.

“Stop it! Both of you, that’s enough!” Hermione interjects before tugging on your sleeve, forcing you to sit back down.

“You are behaving like a child.” Hermione’s says, her brows knitted together in anger as she glares at you and you couldn’t hold her gaze.

You bite the inside of your cheek, admittedly feeling slightly embarrassed with your conduct.

Going back to picking at your food, you watch in the corner of your eye as Ron took a seat, Harry clears his throat but it does nothing to break the tension in the air.

The four of you ate in uncomfortable silence before Hermione addresses Harry.

“Harry, I think we should go see Xenophilius Lovegood.” Your girlfriend blurts out.

“Sorry?” Harry asks, understandably confused.

Hermione reaches over your lap to grab her book, flipping over to a certain page before pushing it towards Harry.

“See this? This is letter Dumbledore wrote to Grindlewald. Look at the signature.” Hermione says, pointing to the page and a realisation washes over you and Harry at the same time.

“It’s the mark again. It keeps popping up. In Beetle the Bard, the graveyard in Godric’s Hollow.” She adds.

“It was there too.” Harry says, recalling his visions.

“Where?” You ask.

“Outside Gregorovitch’s wand shop.” Harry explains.

“What does it mean?” Ron asks stupidly and you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

“Look, you’ve got no idea where the next horcrux is and neither do I.” Your girlfriend says, referring to Harry.

“But this means something. I’m sure of it.” She adds gesturing to the symbol in the book.

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The four of you were sat in Mr Lovegood’s living room. What immediately occurred to you was how Luna didn’t make her way to greet any of you. There was something wrong but you could not say exactly what, still the feeling gnaws at you incessantly for the entirety of the conversation.

“How can I help you Mr Potter?” Xenophilius asks.

“Well, actually it’s about something you were wearing around your neck at the wedding. It was a symbol.” Harry says.

“You mean this?” Mr Lovegood retrieves the pendant from under his clothes, holding it up.

“Yes, that exactly.” Harry says, reaching up to touch it.

“What we were wondering was.. well what is it?” Harry asks.

“This is the symbol of the Deathly Hallows ofcourse.” Mr Lovegood states like it is the most obvious thing in the world and your brows furrow in confusion, you glance at Hermione to see a similiar expression plastered across her face.

“The what?” The four of you ask in unison.

“Well, I assume you’re all familiar with the tale of The Three Brothers.” The man states.

You Hermione and Ron nod, but Harry was quick to react oppositely.

“No.” He says.

“Well, I have it here.” Hermione says, flipping through her book before beginning to read the story aloud. It is one you’ve heard multiple times in your childhood but you assumed it to be an old legend, certainly nothing credible enough to have a symbol made after it.

Hermione finishes reading the tale and none of you grew any less confused.

“I’m sorry sir but I still don’t quite understand.” Harry admits for all four of you.

Xenophilius abruptly stands up from his seat, rummaging through his things in the corner but before you could question it he returns with a pecil and a piece of paper, he sits down in the middle so the parchment was visible to all of you.

He began drawing a straight line down the middle of the page.

“The elder wand.” He states.

He resumes, drawing an oval like shape over the wand.

“The resurrection stone.”

He then draws a triangle around the two objects, encapsulating it.

“The cloak of invincibility.” He finally state and your eyebrows raised in shock, you don’t understand how you went your entire life knowing nothing of this.

“Together they make the Deathly Hallows. Together they make one master of death.” Xenophilius states and you couldn’t help the cold chill that runs through you.

“That mark was on the grave in Godric’s Hollow.” Hermione says.

“Mr Lovegood does the Peverell family have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?” Your girlfriend asks and Xenophilius’ shift in demeanour was sudden, truthfully it was unsettling.

“Ignotus and his brothers Cadmus and Antioch were thought to be the original owners of the Hallows and therefore the inspiration for the story.” He explains, walking past all four of you, avoiding all eye contact and you follow after him, however now remaining at a distance.

He scrambles with the tea kettle, with anything he can find, desperately trying to make himself look busy.

“Ah, but your tea’s gone cold. I’ll be right back.” Mr Lovegood says, quickly disappearing from the room.

You suddenly felt like you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“Let’s get out of here. I’m not drinking anymore of that stuff hot or cold.” You say and Ron nods, agreeing with you.

Your girlfriend was first to make her way down the stairs and the three of you followed suit, once you got to the bottom of it you spot Mr Lovegood by the window staring out into his yard, aimlessly, as he muttered to himself.

The gnawing feeling returns, you know something is really wrong here.

“Thank you, Sir.” Hermione bravely speaks first and he visibly flinches at the sound of her voice.

He turns to look at the four of you with a scattered expression, almost like he had entirely forgotten you were in his home in the first place.

“You forgot the water.” Ron says.

“What?” Mr Lovegood asks.

“For the tea.” You clarify for Ron.

He turns his attention to you, and his hollowed expression shifts into an amused one and you wince.

“Yes, ofcourse, how silly of me.” He says through a fit of giggles.

“It’s alright, Sir. We really should be going.” Harry tries.

“No! You can’t!” Mr Lovegood rushes over to the front door, slamming it shut before barring it with his own body.

You instinctively reach out to grab Hermione’s hand, and she immediately holds onto you tightly.

“Sir?” Harry asks, stepping closer to the man.

In this moment, you didn’t know what to think but you knew what you felt.

You feel it in your arm, as the dark mark begins pulsing uncontrollably for the first time in weeks.

“Hermione, we need to apparate. Now.” You whisper to your girlfriend but she’s not listening.

“You're my only hope.” Xenophilius says, his voice crippled with sadness, with fear.

“They were angry you see. So they took her.. They took my Luna.”

“But it’s really you they want.” Mr Lovegood adds as he traces Harry’s scar with his thumb and your other hand moves to grip Hermione’s arm holding her close.

“Who took her sir?” Harry asks boldly, foolishly.

“Hermione..” You say, trying to get her attention again but it was too late.

Xenophilius speaks the Dark Lord’s name and before any of you can comprehend, the house was shaking uncontrollably as a variety of curses was thrown at you, but your only priority was to protect Hermione.

You ignore the nearly unbearable pain in your arm, crawling towards her, you finally grabbed hold of her again and make a move to apparate but she stops you.

“Wait! Wait for them!” She shouts over the loud crashing as a spell breaks one of the windows next to you.

You almost disobey her request but Harry and Ron get to you just in time, they place their hands over yours and the four of you apparate out of Mr Lovegood’s home, or what’s left of it atleast.

“Treacherous little bleeder. Is there no one we can trust?” Ron says once you’ve arrived back at the forest of dean.

“They kidnapped her because he supported me. He was just desperate.” Harry defends.

You glance over at Hermione and immediately pulled her into an embrace which she reciprocated.

“Are you alright?” You ask, holding her face in your hands.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Hermione assures you but her voice was still trembling from the shock of what just happened.

As it appears, the nightmare was only beginning as you catch a glimpse of a face you really did not want to see, especially not here, not with Hermione.

Scabior and his band of snatchers, standing only a few feet away from the four of you.

You didn’t have a chance to apparate again, your only choice in this moment was to run.

In the midst of it you get separated from Hermione, although you can see her in a distance, fighting the men off the best she could before a spell is thrown in her way which she could just barely deflect.

They have her.

You lose your balance, entirely focused on your girlfriend, you forget how to run with your own two feet.

Now they have you as well.

Greyback has your arms in a death grip. The more you fought to get out of its hold the more it hurt.

You catch a glimpse of Harry next to you and noticed his swollen face.

You were certain that was Hermione’s doing so he remains unrecognisable.

She is brilliant for thinking on her feet but you weren’t sure it would be enough to keep the four of you safe.

“What happened to you ugly?” Scabior asks but Harry remains silent.

“Name?” He tries again.

“Dudley. Vernon Dudley.” Harry answers almost a beat too quick.

“Check it.” He orders and the other snatcher began looking through his log book.

Scabior takes a step closer to Hermione and you begin to feel an intolerable pounding in your head.

“And you lovely, what do they call you?” He asks her, reaching out to touch her hair.

“Penelope Clearwater. Halfblood.” Hermione answers and Scabior doesn’t care enough to listen, instead his face inches closer to hers, much too close, and you watched as your girlfriend winces.

You are overcome with fury and you react quicker than you can think.

“Don’t touch her!” You yell and Scabior snapped his head in your direction.

His face contorts into something else, as if trying to understand where he recognised you from.

You catch the exact moment the realisation graces him and your blood runs cold.

A knowing smirk on his face as he stares at you, before shifting his gaze fleetingly towards Hermione and back to you once more.

“Let go of her.” Scabior says and Greyback does as he’s told immediately releasing you from his grip.

Scabior steps forward, fixing your coat, before running his hands roughly across your shoulders to dust them off.

“Change of plans. We’re not taking this lot to the Ministry.” He says.

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Hurt- Ron Weasley Part 2

Part One 

Description: After the Yule ball Ron tries his best to make it up to you and try and fix his mistakes. He tries to talk to you but, will you accept his advances and forgive him or will you turn him away, like how he had done to you?

A/N: You guys asked for it so here it is! Part two hehehe. Hopefully, you’ll like it. <3 

Warnings: Mild language, mentions of blood 

Word count: 1.4k

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You planned on staying in your room all night, crying your guts out until you cried yourself dry and fell asleep. But, unexpectedly you heard a quiet voice saying your name, and a knock at the door.

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You did not want to talk to anyone. The pain in your chest made it hard to breathe so how would it be any better if you talked? But, reluctantly, you got up and wiped your face, trying to get the remaining makeup off your face to look somewhat presentable. 

You opened the door and saw a glance of red hair and immediately tried to close the door. Unfortunately, Ron beat you to it as he pushed the door against the weight you were forcing. You glared at him and all he did was stare back. But, you couldn’t help yourself from looking at his engrossing blue eyes. Your mind screamed at you to look away and to shut the door on his hand. 

But your heart yearned for his eyes, and his gaze again. You wanted him to smother you in a bone-crushing hug, to feel his muscles wrap around your waist like how they used to. To smell his cinnamon-scented cologne as you lay in his arms, no worries in the world, just you two. But your pride wouldn’t just let you go back to him, after everything he made you feel? All the hurt, confusion, and pain. You wouldn’t go back to him that easily. 

“Listen, Y/n I just wanna talk to you.” He sounded genuine, and you could hear the softness in his voice. He spoke gently and softly to you as he spoke, almost as if you were a porcelain doll, ready to crumble at the tip of a hat. 

All you did was look at him, your throat still hurt from crying, so you really could not talk right now. He looked at you and all he felt was sorrow. He loved you and he couldn’t believe that he had let his anger and jealousy poor into a relationship he cared for so so much. He hated himself for it and he couldn’t stop thinking about how inconsiderate and indecent he had been to you these last couple of weeks. 

He stared at you trying to figure out the words in his head. He couldn’t compile all his thoughts in his head as he watched you anxiously wait at the door. He knew he didn’t have too much time before you just got tired of him and shut the door in his face. 

“Listen, I just,” He paused, taking in a deep breath and looking you straight in the eye, “I’m sorry.” He couldn’t allow himself to say anymore since he was scared to talk your ear off, but, what he didn’t know is that you would love it if he talked your ear off. You waited for him to say more, and with every second that passed by that he did not say more, you got more and more disappointed. 

“I’m sorry? I’m sorry. That's really all you have to say?” You looked at him with disgust as he just pursed his lips together and looked down. 

“Ron, I’ve been wanting you to talk to me for weeks. You’ve ignored me countless times, and even tried to ask some other girl to the yule ball and never even gave me a glance at the whole night. You only looked at Hermione and Krum dancing together. You only glared at Krum like you were trying to rip his head off with your brain.” You breathlessly waited for any response from Ron, but he just stood there silent. You got even more angry at his unresolved silence, so you huffed and tried to turn back into your room.

Ron quickly grabbed your arm and spun you around, keeping a tight grip on your wrist. He pulled you closer to him and made himself look you in the eyes. He was on the verge of tears at the thought of losing you, he couldn’t fathom it. 

“I’m sorry that I’ve been such an asshole, that I haven’t been here for you, and that I lead you to believe that I love you any less than actually do.” 

You wanted to resist him and pull away. But his touch was so soft and the words coming from his mouth rested over your heart and patched the scratches and tears up one by one. The way he said he loved you made your heart race and you feel so many different things. You had never heard him say that, although he showed it in other ways before, he had never actually told you that he loved you. 

“...And I know that it was and still is not a great excuse but, I do love you more than anything. I just,” He paused for a second to let go of your hand, and to move it up to your waist in an effort to hug you. And, as much as your body screamed no, you just let it happen. 

He embraced you in a warm and tight hug, being weary of your injured hand. He hugged you tightly and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You had missed him so much to the point of it hurting some nights, and to finally be able to have this back, felt so good. 

While still hugging, you mustered up the courage to ask him the question that had been on your mind all evening. 

“Why were you staring at Hermione and Krum like that?” You asked, but then you continued, “And, why didn’t you ask me for the yule ball?” Ron sighed and pulled away from you, hands still firmly gripping your waist and eyes locked with yours.

“Well, I was looking at Hermione and Krum 'cause she never told us she was going with him, she had always complained about Krum while I honestly would’ve loved to talk to him, but seeing her suddenly switch up made me angry.” 

“And, how you didn’t ask me to the yule ball?” 

“That was just because I was being an asshole.” You laughed at the statement and looked back into Ron’s eyes. He was looking at you like you had just won the lottery. The love in his eyes was just utterly unmatched. You could feel the genuine sound dripping from his lips and you, at that moment, felt so much love and compassion coming from him.

“But seriously, Y/n I'm just so sorry. I should've been a better boyfriend, and I’ll try my best from now on okay?” He asked. You placed your hands on either side of his face and kissed his nose. You knew that what he said was true, you knew he would actually try harder. 

“Okay, Ron. I forgive you.” Ron smiled as he hugged you. He squeezed you tightly and breathed in the scent of your perfume as he smiled. He then backed away, taking your hands in his gently and smiling at you.

“I believe I owe you a dance?” 

“Looking like this? Ronald Weasley, you have gone insane! There’s no way I’m going back there.” 

Ron smiled at you as he pulled you closer to him, then stepped away, and pulled you back to him once more. 

“I meant right here.” You laughed as he spun you around, and continued to slow dance with you around your room for what felt like hours. You laughed as he suddenly came to halt and looked into your eyes. 

“I love you Y/n. More than anything.” 

“I love you too Ron. More than anything.” You smiled as he leaned in and pressed a long-awaited kiss to your lips. You felt the shocks of electricity go through your body as he gripped at your lower back, trying to pull you closer to him. 

As of right now, you felt safe in Ron’s arms. Feeling the shine of the moonlight coat your faces as you swayed along to the distant music of the ball. You exchanged quick kisses once and a while, and this lasted until you both ended up in Ron’s bed at his dorm. You both felt so safe and so comfortable. You had wished for this to happen again for weeks, and now that you finally had it you were not going to let it go. The pain from both your hand and your heart subsided as Ron held you close to him, there was no hurt in the world that could overcome this feeling right now.

[pockets-full-of-roses]

Small Touches of Affection

brief summary: ron weasley really likes when your hands touch his, such a warm feeling to remember

[i honestly don’t romanticize this boy, but i wanted to have something for him here! not my best work]

divider credits here !!

Ron Weasley was pretty overlooked by everyone. His family was too large for him to make his mark. His own friends overlooked his clever moments. Hell, his ex-girlfriend overlooked him too! All she wanted was a boyfriend. Not him.

You were his escape. You met him through your book buddy, Hermione. When you were in dire need of studying while Hermione was busy, Ron came to your aid.

He let you teach him everything and anything, from Care of Magical Creatures to Astronomy. It helped you out greatly. Your marks were higher than ever. So high your parents actually wrote you a letter to congratulate you. (I wish.)

It helped Ron out too. He liked the way you explained things, even if they didn’t make sense to others. He just liked the fact that you cared enough to do that for him.

Soon after exam season was over, the two of you would hang out constantly.

That made him begin to like you. Because he liked you, he wanted to feel your skin against his. He wanted to hold you close and never let you go.

It all started with a slight touch of the hand. While you were talking to him about your newest interest, he was building up the courage to graze his hand against yours while both of you were walking.

Ron’s breathing got heavier and heavier, his heart pounding out of his chest. You saw these, but decided it was nothing. He brushed his hand against yours.

He was scared of what you might’ve done or said. But all you did was look down, smile, and gently brush your hand back.

Ron realized he loved you a lot more than he thought at that point. He smiled back to you, motioning for you to continue.

He tried his luck again in the Great Hall, a much riskier place to touch you. You were seated at your designated table, eating peacefully with a couple selected people.

Ron took in a sharp breath, walking over to you.

“Hey..” he started in a quiet tone.

“Hey!” you replied, smiling your best smile at him.

His heart fluttered in his chest while his confidence grew and grew.

“Can I sit with you? Hermione and Harry are out doing Merlin knows what.”

You had laughed with a nod, patting the seat beside you. He had smiled proudly. Phase one, done.

“So what’s up?” Ron asked, waiting for your daily rant. He loved hearing you talk. He loved your voice.

While you started your rant, he moved his hand right beside yours. Slowly, he inched closer and closer. Then, without warning, he put his hand on top of yours.

Your words came to a complete stop. He looked anxious and was worried he took a step too far.

Before he could pull away, your fingers interlocked with his.

“I quite like this,” you muttered quietly.

“Me too,” Ron smiled with his reply.

It became a daily thing for you two to hold each other while you spoke.

Ron would hold your hands, while you, with a rather flushed face, would talk about all sorts of things. He’d respond, adding his own rant to you.

You loved each others’ voices. And that was enough.

all writing by pockets full of roses. please do not repost without permission. likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[remuslut]

Hiii um I love soft dom Ron? Like the type to eat you out till you cry all because a male student made a pass at you. I feel like he’s be very possessive and clingy :3

softdom!ron blurb<33

A/N: my first request!! ahhh i’m so excited

Warnings: all characters are of age, smut, nsfw, oral (fem receiving)

you’re not really sure how you ended up here, but shit did it feel good. your boyfriend ron was the jealous type, and when he got jealous he got rough. he was usually a very soft lover, but you knew when he went down on you immediately you were in trouble. his head was currently in between your thighs and he was holding them so hard there would be bruises. his mouth knew your womanhood so well it hurt after while, but he was still gentle as ever.

“just gotta remind you im the only one who can make you feel this good love..”

he mumbled into your clit as your thighs shook and you approached your 3rd orgasm that night. his tongue attacked your lips as you let out the most pornographic moan and once you were done he gave your clit one last kiss before whispering in your ear

“you’re always so good for me.. let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

[pixiesndberries]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 , 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

harry potter x slytherin-fem!reader (angst ?)

─ you don't know what have gotten to this man , you guys are doing alright then suddenly he asked you ;

"maybe we should end things." you were staggering of what you heard , absolutely dumbfounded of what this man just have said. You don't know what to say , "pardon ─ potter ?" he knew this was bad but for his own reasons this needed to happen , base on your reaction he knew this wouldn't go good. "im sorry i─ i just" he don't know what to say either because of your reaction , you were near crying for god sakes and he doesn't want to see you cry. "don't cry oh ─ (y/n) please ─" he was trying to held you but you pushed him away , don't cry ? what reaction does he want me to have ? Be happy ? you thought. "god potter what has gone to your head !" You pushed him hard quickly running away after leaving harry in his place standing frozen.

"that's ridiculous !" your friend caroline said , you were crying hell at the dormitory since earlier ─ you didn't even attended the few class because you're gonna see him there and for god sakes you don't wanna see him yet. "look he isn't gonna do that without a reason right ?" your other friend lucy sighed tapping your back to cheer you up at least. "look (y/n) i heard a rumor that ─" " shush !" millicent stopped before caroline could finish her words. " No , what is it ?" you asked looking at them , they looked concerned at you well the 'rumors' are indeed concerning especially it could be connected to your recent problem. "forget about it (y/n) it's just a rumo─" "harry kissed cho , the ravenclaw girl" everyone in the circle was shocked , pancy stated what needs to be know by you. "pansy !" millicent hissed "she has the rights to know that , she was his girlfriend c'mon Millicent no one likes to not know that their boyfriend is cheating on them !" pansy replied. This is enough you were staggering of what is happening today. You stood up from the circle and walked away even tho your friends keep calling you out.

You wished this day never happened. You flopped into the bed not feeling anything like you didn't just cried for four hours straight.

─ Not so long , you forgot about him already not completely but you focused better than before. Even tho you saw him somewhere near you , you don't pretty much bother now. You aren't around so much with gryffindors now too which leads Hermione and Ron in confusion what's with you and harry. Few weeks ago you were just with harry walking in the hallway now ? You were nowhere to be found so close to him. "So , harry.." hermione and ron thought this was the great chance to ask about you guys. Harry looked both at his best friend waiting for them to say what they are about to say , "you and .. (y/n) ?" ron asked making harry blink and gulp not knowing what to answer to ron's question. "uhm─ i.." he doesn't know where to start , "still together ?" hermione went straight forward to his question. "i- i don't know" harry replied absolutely feeling dumbfounded. It only means one thing for both hermione and ron , everything is over.

"for atleast what reason harry ?" hermione sighed pushing the fork into the fruit in her plate , ron looking at harry while chewing his food. "i don't want her to get hurt.." that's all he could say , "for what ? Kissing uh y'know" ron smiled awkwardly trying to give idea to harry's reply. Hermione quickly getting it "you did not , that was real ?!" she hissed raising from her seat making almost everyone's eyes turn to her "bloody hell hermione calm down" ron whispered trying to pull hermione back down into her chair. Hermione sighed and sat back down , "it's not just that" harry added as his eyes turn it's way to you ; you were laughing with your friends at the table , you were near blaise who was rumoured to have a crush on you. You were gorgeous than ever , your sweet smile ; voice and eyes.

"i.. want to keep her safe to whatever happens , danger is always near me like in the past few years and i don't want her to be harmed , and this could be the time she could find someone else better than me." he explained with a little shaky voice as if he was about to cry just speaking about it , your are so important to him like he was the last missing piece of his life that he could ever asked for. But you need to understand that you need to be in the right place , where there's no harm and no danger surrounding you. This is the only way he could protect you among from the dangers about to come in his life.

"but what does this gotta do with you kissing ─" "ron. Seriously ?" hermione threatend ron with the fork making ron move back , harry was having his moment. "look harry , if you really think that you should have confronted her !" hermione spoke "i tried but , i can't say it and she ran away- it didn't go as plan" harry explained looking back at them now "because you can't do it , you're pushing yourself into something you don't agree either. You are hurting the both of you" hermione stated with her arms crossed trying to push harry realize things. "go apologize to her , especially you kissing cho." hermione sighed , ron trying to his best not to laugh at the whole harry kissing cho thing. "I don't know what got to me to do that" harry stated "love potion for sure." "Ron i swear to the damn wizards-"

now harry was just planning how would he approach you , it's late night and he could not stop thinking how would he start a conversation with you after the last encounter of you an him had. He couldn't even lock an eye contact with you in the hallway when you look back in his eyes. "How would i apologize like hermione said ?" he spoke to himself like a damn idiot. He was practicing as if he's about to have an important speech tomorrow ; "hi (y/n) good day uh can we talk ? I want to say sorry" he spoke infront of the mirror. He looks stupid , harry himself thought of that too. He sounds like a random dude who was payed to say sorry , he's trying his best to make everything okay even if.. you don't forgive him , or even "-if she doesn't wanna be with me anymore." he said to himself feeling his chest tighten , he was just imagining it. He can't imagine you fully disappearing to his life , you only being a memory. God all he can feel is pain. Maybe if he wasn't stupid enough to kiss cho , to feel worthless to you this wouldn't happen and he wouldn't have hurt you this bad. Tears where flooding now , should he even confront you tomorrow ?

─ harry quietly stood in the hallway with ron , they were waiting for hermione who isn't here yet. "why is hermione taking so long to come ?" harry asked scratching his head , "i- i don't know either , she's definitely finding something in the library again or probably- beated malfoy's ass" ron laughed making harry laugh as well. Harry sighed and lean his head on the wall closing his eyes , taking deep breathes. "Bloody hell , is that (y/n) ?!" Ron quickly reacted in disbelief making harry's eyes wide open , you were with hermione walking. You look like you were disagreeing to come but , everyone is scared hermione granger so what could you do ? Harry was staggering not knowing what to do , and there's ron who was already day dreaming what could happen. "Goodluck harry." That's all he could say , he knew he would have a friend who needed to be comforted later. "Hi boys !" Hermione greeted , "hi ron" you smiled awkwardly. "I guess there is an important thing to be talked about here , c'mon ron" hermione quickly took ron's arms and drag him out of the circle.

"sorry about─ hermione." he was speechless but decided to speak at least few words just so things wouldn't be awkward. "it's fine , it happens.." you smiled "well uh hermione said you wanted to confront me so i─ uh im here now maybe this is a great time." you spoke confidently but deep inside ; you were so happy to see him and if there's only a chance you wished you could hug him right now. "can we go somewhere more private ?" he asked with a deep breath , you nodded as a reply.

"so uh.. tell me" you spoke looking at him eye to eye , his brown eyes god- they are your weakness but you are hiding them because you believe that you are over him already and this is the closure you wanted right ? so then this is it. Take it. "i.." all the words he practiced last night was suddenly gone , he couldn't even spoke a letter to start to. "Harry , if you are forced to do this─" "im sorry for that day (y/n) that wasn't my intention , i just want to properly explain it to you that , i wasn't doing that because i just wanted to but.." he paused for a moment looking deeply t your eyes. "bu- but ?" you whispered gulping. "I've said that because.. i.. i just wanted you to be safe from all the danger i was carrying with me and i want you somewhere safer , i don't want you to be harmed (y/n) you are everything i could asked for and i don't wanna ever lost you ." he spoke , he said what he needed to be said from his heart and head. "and you truly deserve someone better." he added. "harry james potter. You are all i need , if there's a danger im going with you , maybe i am safe but what about you ? If there's is a safe space i could be , it was in your presence potter. And if i deserve someone better it's you." you replied as tears started to appear in your eyes , slowly streaking down into your cold cheeks. "but , cara mia potter.. if i was indeed important to you why.. why would you kiss cho?" harry doing that is unforgivable. "Harry i understand you but i don't think i could forgive you , but i guess this is the closure we both need. It was a great time being with you." You loved him and this was against your will but he needed to realize what he did absolutely destroyed you. "I understand (y/n) , thank you for taking your time with me , please take.. take care of yourself" harry spoke trying not to cry as well. His hands interact with yours , "if i could apologise in thousand ways i would do it , im sorry (y/n)" he couldn't take it anymore , you guys are sharing pain right now. He cried holding your hands and as much as you want to take your hands away you can't. For the last time you wanted to feel this. He slowly pulled you into his arms , and you quickly dropped your things and hugged him so tightly. Harry did the same thing.

If he could love you again , he would have loved you right.

[nian-7]

helloooo!! how are you? hope you are doing well! may i ask for a ron kamonohashi x gn! reader where reader is an artist and has a good eye for detail and often helps him in his investigations? thats all!! thank you <33

hello! i'm well, thank you. please enjoy!

Ron Kamonohashi x gn!reader

✧artist!reader

✧fluff

-Ron also has a good eye for detail, being a detective and all, so it's not often that he really 'needs' the extra help. It is nice though when you remind him of things at the crime scene that he could have forgotten about in the moment.

-Besides the constant crime solving he does, he will indulge with making art with you on occasion. He isn't amazing at art but he sure can be creative. Whether he gives you an idea or just paints something with you, it's nice and he likes the quality time.

-He'd enjoy seeing your art pieces no matter what they are. His s/o made it after all so he should give them his time and compliment their hard work. Even if it's just a little bit!

-Doesn't mind if you were to 'spruce up' his apartment a bit with all your art. Whether it be just sketches or finished pieces, it's nice to see. It's what you're passionate about and he'll support you as long as you support his detective work.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[cherryasagiri]

Case 5

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Ron was explaining what treatment he would receive with this new doctor, but you couldn’t help but block out the sound of their voice. The only thing that you hear is a constant ringing in your ears. From the looks, they seem to be talking to each other rather than you, breaking your heart. Glancing over to the doctor in question, you can see the slight admiration in her eyes when she looks up at him. Listening to him so intently reminds you of your high school self when you would attend your one class together. The way he talked and the confidence and smugness in his tone. Your man is so intelligent you can’t help but look at him in awe. You also couldn’t help but be so prideful that the man everyone envied to be and be with is the one who loves you the most. That’s how you initially felt, but an incident two years ago destroyed your sense of self-worth. It hurts to see someone slowly fall in love with your husband, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

A few moments of talking go by when you fail to notice that they are saying their goodbyes and Doctor Mofu is waiting for you to say something back. Your eyes widen briefly before settling on a fake smile and a weak handshake. You watch as she haphazardly kicks off your slippers when Ron finally sees her out. It’s just the two of you in the room, and it feels dramatically colder than before. You try to quickly go over what was said that you actually listened to while gathering your thoughts, hoping that Ron will have some time to hear you out. It was a short exchange while you were there, but it made you feel uncomfortable. How long has she been here before you walked in? What were they talking about? Was it just about his condition? Doubts started to flood your mind as you started to notice that your palms were beginning to sweat. You knew a panic attack was starting to set in and that you had to excuse yourself before you started breaking down in front of your husband over someone that’s so trivial. “I’m glad things are starting to look up for you, Ron. I just came by to check on you, so I’ll be on my way now,” you blurted out, rushing as fast as you could to the door before he could say anything. You didn’t want to look directly at him because you knew you would lose your resolve to leave. There was nothing left to say.

~~

After a good night’s sleep, you wake up and immediately text Ron about your birthday. Over the years, Ron would refuse to go outside, own a phone, or even watch TV if that meant he could stay away from anything that could potentially trigger a case that could be solved. So birthdays and anniversaries are always spent alone talking over the phone until one of you falls asleep. This year, though, you were determined to change that. Your wedding anniversary has already passed, and next is your birthday. With Ron up and about nowadays, you didn’t think it would hurt to want to celebrate your birthday by going out to your favorite cake shop and zoo. Nothing too overwhelming for him since you mostly wanted him to see the platypus exhibit in town.

You: Good morning, love. Are you busy tomorrow? Do you want to celebrate my birthday at the zoo? They have a platypus exhibit there, and I wanted to go to my favorite cake spot afterward. (9:23am)

Husband🩵💚: That’s tomorrow? (9:27am)

What did he say?? Before you can furiously type back, he sent another text.

Husband🩵💚: I’m kidding; yeah, we can do that. What time?

You let out a sigh of relief and a small smile. It’s been a while since he last teased you; you forgot what it looks like coming from him.

You: I was thinking around 10 am??? It’s early enough to miss the crowd, but we can still see and watch the animals during breakfast! And there will be enough time for us to go to the cake spot right after.

Husband🩵💚: Yeah, sure, of course.

You smiled brightly, hearting his last message before locking your phone. You sat up a bit, stretching your back out until you heard a slight pop, and then proceeded to prepare for the day.

~~

It’s been a few hours into your work day when suddenly your phone pings that specific tone, indicating a new social media message. You were in the middle of typing out discharge papers for a patient, eyes burning from staring at your computer screen for hours. So much time has passed that you started to notice that you were repeating sentences in the diagnosis section, so when the message came through, you didn’t hesitate to rip your eyes away from the screen to catch a break. You saw that the message displayed on the notification bar was from a username you’re not familiar with. The picture was of some popular anime you’ve seen before, so it wasn’t a unique indicator of who it was, so you were in no hurry to respond. Instead, you clicked on the username and went to their profile to see if there were any pictures on their page that you could see, and low and behold, there were.

While scrolling through their pictures, you didn’t know who the person was until you saw a throwback picture from high school that clicked. This person sat next to you in the only class you attended at that school. You’ve spoken to each other a few times, but nothing came out of it. You only had eyes for Ron and didn’t really want to make friends at a school you only attended once a week. You guys weren’t close, so now you’re wondering why he was messaging you. Instead of trying to figure that out by guessing, you finally opened the message to see what they wanted.

[redacted]: Hey you! I know it’s been a while since the BLUE days, but many of us are thinking about going out to get drinks at a bar tomorrow to catch up! None of us can contact Kamonohashi-kun, so I thought about contacting you to invite both of you! I know many of us avoided him because we didn’t know him well, and some regret passing judgment on him. If you can let me know, I’ll send you the address.

You looked over the message and thought about your plan. You have already bought the zoo tickets and ordered the cake. Thinking about the time it’ll take for both tasks to be done, you don’t believe you can make it. You want to hang out and hopefully make some friends, but you want to spend the whole day with your husband, even if you both watch TV and do nothing. It’s more than what you’ve been doing together for the past two years. You contemplated how you would respond, wanting to let him down gently before scrunching your eyebrows. What the fuck am I thinking? He’s not asking me on a date; the invite was for the both of us.

You: Ahh, hey, I remember you! Thank you for the invite, but it’s my birthday tomorrow, and we were planning on spending the day together. Thank you, though! I really appreciate it.

They responded pretty fast, and it surprised you.

[redacted]: Oh really?! Well, happy early birthday! If anything changes, just let me know, okay!

You: Of course! Thank you again for the invite! I hope you guys have fun!

[redacted]: You as well, birthday girl! 🥳

You blushed when you read their last message, feeling happy for the birthday wishes. For the rest of your day, all you thought about was spending your birthday with your husband.

~~

The next day has finally come; you could barely sleep the night before. The excitement of spending time with your husband is overwhelming, and you’re staring at your clock display at 6:00am. You had a few more hours until you had to meet, but you didn’t want to stay in bed. You were getting antsy, so you decided to jump out of bed and head straight to the bathroom. You turn on the faucet hot for a comfortable scorching bath. Plans for the day start flooding your mind as you go over what you want to do again. You wanted this birthday to be perfect, and there was no telling what could happen in one day. It has been two years since you spent time together, and you want to discuss many things with him. There are so many different patients and so much to share. You wanted to know how Ron would have handled them, what it had been like solving crimes again, and how it felt to make friends. As you thought more about it, you wanted to learn more about this “new” Ron.

You spent a good forty-five minutes in the bath before you were ready to get out and start your routine. You could do your skincare and hair in record time, putting your hair in a messy bun while running out to your bedroom to put on a pair of matching loungewear. You headed for the kitchen, putting together a light breakfast in your mind while multitasking thoughts with what you should pack for lunch at the zoo. Going over your checklist was what kept you sane for the moment. You knew you would overthink the birthday date and start second-guessing yourself, so keeping yourself physically occupied by making breakfast and lunch did the trick. After everything was made and packed, you had about two hours to make it to your meetup spot. You decided to wear light, natural makeup since it’ll be hot outside, and you didn’t want it to melt on your face and ruin the pictures you planned to take. For your outfit, you wanted to wear something simple and comfortable but also cute, so you decided on a not-too-sexy matching underwear set to give you more confidence, a flowy crop top with an asymmetrical hem, a pair of waist-high jean shorts, and your favorite sneakers.

You look at the time on your phone before grabbing the lunch pail, purse, and emergency bag. You’ve always habitually brought that along just in case something happens, and you happen to be around to help. With everything accounted for, you leave your home, head to your car, and start the drive to the zoo.

~~ Once there, you find a parking spot and head to the entrance ticket counter. Because you pay for the yearly membership, you can use the money you save on parking and an entry ticket for souvenirs for your husband. You smile at the thought of being able to spoil your husband. Your love for this man is so hard to contain; even strangers could tell you’re still lovestruck. You wait by the entrance, placing yourself slightly in the corner while trying to make sure you’re not in the way of others but also able to be seen clearly.  An hour passes, and you’re starting to get worried. You have called and texted him a few times but to no avail. You keep frantically checking the time on your watch while pacing around, wondering when Ron will arrive. After about another hour of missed calls and unread texts, you give up on waiting for him and decide to spend the day at the zoo alone. At the end of the tour, you walked through the gift shop, looking around for something to get Ron. Even though he stood you up, you still looked at the brighter side. He wouldn’t have done this on purpose. Something must have come up, you tell yourself while picking up a platypus keychain and stuffed animal you purchased, placing them inside the now empty lunch pail of food you had no motivation to eat, so you threw it away.

After the zoo trip, you text your husband that you are headed to the bakery and hope he can meet you there. Once there, you pick up the birthday cake you ordered the night before and sit at an empty table waiting for him. An hour passes, and just like last time, you call and text but are left with nothing. You’re trying to keep the tears in, but it all hurts the same. He promised you he would come, made you feel like you could trust him again, to show you that he still loves and cares for you and that he meant his word. That he still loved you. You were still getting no responses, but you had enough at this point. You pulled your phone out, went through your social media app, and sent a message.

You: I think I’ll come after all, Ron isn’t feeling well, but I don’t want to waste my birthday cake.

[redacted]: -Oh, hey! I’m sorry to hear that; here is the address! I can’t wait to see you! -We** I mean we, haha -We can’t wait to see you

You: I can’t wait to be there! I’m not working tomorrow, so I WILL be drinking, lol.

You smiled and placed the cake back in the box, ensuring it was secure. If Ron didn’t want to enjoy the cake, the group wouldn’t let it go to waste. As you stood up to leave, your phone vibrated. You looked down to see a text message from Ron that made your blood run icy.

Husband🩵💚: We were supposed to meet, but Dr. Mofu needed to run more tests. It seems like she might have figured something out. We can talk later, and I’ll make it up to you.

Taglist: @phoenix666stuff , @ike-bana

[panandinpain0]

HERE ARE SOME MEMES

@mailmango

I've made some for stuff I haven't written yet, so I'll put those out after, but these are all for Ron x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader (I really need a title for that series)

months before Ron and (Y/N) kissed ^

3 AM Gryffindor common room after the kiss ^

It took him a while, but he got there (it took him even longer to do something about it)

(let me know if you liked this cuz I've been giggling in the dark of my room alone)

[abbystromboli]

RONALD MOTHER FUCKIN' WEASLEY pairing: Ron X Gryffindor!reader warnings: Swearing/cuddling. that's prolly all! genre: fluff sum it up: when y/n sacrifices her mental health for studying, her best friend Ron Weasley steps in and stops her from working herself into a mania.

"y/n how the hell are you still studying? You're worse than Hermione if that's even possible." Ron said, walking into the Gryffindor common room, where y/n had been when he had left (almost four hours ago,) and where she was still sitting. She didn't even bother answering him, she just. had. to finish. this. damn. essay. she wrote furiously, barely caring to check her facts about the many uses of hippogriff feathers in potions.

"Are you even listening to me? y/n, answer me." before she could bother to ignore him a second time, she suddenly felt his hand on her chin, forcing her gaze up to look at him. Her face, pale from locking herself up in Gryffindor Tower to study for the O.W.L.S, suddenly burnt red. It wasn't that Ron made her uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually, but usually they just verbally bantered (other than the random thumb war) and something about physical contact was slightly embarrassing to her.

"Oh y/n, for fucks sake, please tell me you've been sleeping," he said, he'd just noticed the defined dark circles under her eyes. He sent a shiver down her spine as the thumb of his hand that wasn't holding her chin absent-mindedly ran over her eye bags.

"I've gotta say, you're making Hermione look almost normal right now; and for Godrick's sake, please start talking, you're usually so talkative, you're kind of scaring me"

finally, her eyes which had been glued to his face, dropped. "Ron you don't understand how much homework I have to finish." She glanced down at the massive pile of papers, quills, and house elf hats that Hermione had dropped off before going to bed.

"no, no, no, no, you can't keep up at this. it's past midnight you know? you need to get to bed" his hand dropped from her face, and before she could stop him, rolled up her parchment.

"don't worry Ron, I'll just crash on the couch real quick. You just go get some rest, I know quidditch practice is tiring." She realized quickly that she shouldn't have said that because his face quickly turned from determination to concern.

"Why the couch? Are the girls in your dorm this year treating you wrong?" her mind flashed to the snide remarks that she always got from her roommates, about stupid stuff like being the fourth wheel to the Golden trio, and how they had found out that she had a crush on Ron and now whenever they needed leverage over her, to get her to do something, they'd threaten to tell him about it. They'd even gone as far as to ban her from entering into the dorm after midnight, as to not wake them up.

"Nope, they just- they're just light sleepers and I don't want them to be mad at me. plus I haven't even slept in there in days because of all this" she gestured to the mounds of papers, "I bet they're used to not having me there by now."

'Those fucking fickle whores' he thought, 'after all, how could they even try to be mean to her? she's so perfect? they must be jealous.'

"well I'm sorry, but I'm not letting you sleep on the couch," he started, before realizing that she had rested her head on the table and was silently sleeping already. he finally made his decision.

I swear if Harry teases me about this... He slipped one arm under her's, and around her waist, the other balancing her lower half. she leaned into his chest in her sleep. he grinned a little down at her, before heading over to the dorm he shared with Harry and Neville.

"goodnight dearie" he whispered, tucking her into one side of the bed with care before laying down on the other side, her essay in his hand, finishing it in the light of his wand.

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"Ron! Ron, wake up and explain yourself!" Harry's voice roused Ron from his sleep. His heavy eyes opened slowly, and then he realized he was holding onto something. oh, that's what Harry's bitching about then. Somehow y/n and he had ended up in an embrace, which wasn't all that shocking to Ron, because he was a restless sleeper who usually hugged his pillows in his sleep.

"mornin' Harry, man I slept good." Before he could keep up his casual chit chat, Harry pointed his finger in an accusing manner between the two of them.

"mind explaining, Ron? Or did you forget out solemn swear to never sleep with a girl in here?" even though he tried to sound angry, there was no hiding the wide grin on his face, clearly he thought that this was something it wasn't.

"First of all, we didn't do anything, you sick person. Second of all..." he continued in a whisper, "isn't this great?!?"

a few minutes of talking to Harry later, Y/n woke up with a start.

"wait hold on, where- oh hi, harry- wait, Ron? " after a brief explanation of how she had blacked out, and Harry leaving to send an owl, she suddenly snapped back into study mode.

"oh shit my essay for snape is due today."

"calm down, it's done." the smile that appeared on her face was possibly the biggest grin she'd ever worn.

"oh Ron, thanks, for everything." she hoisted herself out of the four-poster, and then suddenly turned around to face Ron, who was sitting up, reading the daily prophet, looking for anything interesting.

"don't tell anyone about this please" Before Ron could respond, and before she lost her confidence, she leaned back onto the bed and kissed him, causing him to drop his newspaper.

what?!? do I actually have game? wondered Ron as he quicky sat up further to return the Kiss. her hand cradled the back of his head for a moment, before breaking the connection. this time, the tables had turned and Ron was the one red in the face.

"well Ron, thanks. Oh, and for the essay and not letting me rot in the common room to!" Ron sat, watching her head towards the door, Essay in hand, before pulling his jaw off of the floor to say,

"hey, don't ever be afraid to crash over here again... or to kiss me again if you ever feel like it again"

"oh trust me, I'll be feeling like it again, soon. you'll just have to be prepared at all times Weasley!"

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omg i loved writing this! lmk what you think, and as always, i love you and thank you for reading!𐂂 𓅓𓆙