#shirtless!ron

[honeymacchio]

The little run is so cute,he is such a pookie dookie bookie wookie

bobby brown + outfits

[daddiesdrarryy]

Blaise: People have been talking about some special calendar all morning. You guys got any clues what it is?

Pansy: Yeah the new Auror calendar is out

Theo: The one where all the Aurors pose in sexy Auror robes?

Pansy: That’s the one, and this year is specifically hot because it’s rumoured that Harry Potter is wet and shirtless in June, but the problem is all they are gone

Blaise: All gone?

Pansy: Yeah, somebody must have bought all the copies and kept them all to himself just to gawk at Potter all day

Theo: Draco, what the hell? Give us some! I want to see Neville shirtless!

Blaise: And Ron Weasley too

Draco: What? Why did you think it was me who bought all of it?

Pansy: Because you’re obsessed with Potter. And also that suspicious box labeled “calendar” sitting next to you

Draco: …

[emmu5]

🧡Surprising Pleasure🧡

18+ mdni!!

Ron Weasley X Y/N Silverthorn

Trigger Warnings: Oral both receiving, p in v, un protected (don't be silly wrap it before you tap it), best friends to ?,

MASTERLIST

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You were at the Burrow for your Christmas break. You were about to go to Ron's room since you were bored until you stood right outside the door and heard groans, suddenly hearing him moan your name in pleasure.

You gasp.

Ron's voice suddenly turns hoarse with pleasure, completely unaware that you're standing right outside his door. "Y/N... Yes, just like that... Fuck, your mouth is incredible..." He's clearly imagining you giving him head.

You slowly open the door to peek inside.

The door creaks open slightly, and Ron's eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure as he strokes himself vigorously, completely lost in his fantasy of you. He's shirtless, his muscles tense with his self-pleasure. "Mmm, Y/N... Take it deeper..."

You start to touch yourself through your panties as you watch him.

Ron spreads his legs wider, giving himself better access to stroke faster. Your panties are already wet from watching him. You see a drop of pre-cum on his tip. He growls softly, "God, Y/N... Your hair... Your tits..." He pictures you on his bed, naked.

You couldn't take it anymore and walked in and closed the door behind you.

Ron is so lost in his fantasy that he doesn't realize you're actually in the room until he hears the door click shut. His eyes fly open, and he freezes mid-strike, his hard length standing upright. He gulps, "Y/N?" He squeaks out, completely embarrassed.

"Shush we can talk about this later" you walk towards him as you start to take your oversize t shirt you sleep in off. Leaving you standing there in your blue lace panties.

Ron's mouth literally hangs open as you remove your oversized shirt, revealing your lacy blue panties. His eyes roam over your figure, taking in your perky breasts and tiny waist. He swallows hard, his hand still wrapped around his dick but frozen. "F-Fuck..."

You walk towards him "how about I help you and you help me"

Ron's face turns bright red as he nods eagerly, his embarrassment and shock quickly replaced by desire. He releases his dick, his hand shaking as he reaches out for you. "Y-Yeah... Deal..." He watches as you climb onto his bed, crawling towards him on your hands and knees.

You crawl over him and sit on his chest with your back facing him. You lean forward as you remove your panties giving him a great view.

Ron's breath catches in his throat as he stares at your perfect ass hovering right above his face. His heart races, pounding wildly against his chest. "Bloody hell..." he whispers, transfixed by your exquisite view. He reaches out trembling hands to grab your hips, pulling you closer to his eager mouth.

You start to lower your head.

Ron groans loudly as your tongue swirls around the tip of his throbbing dick. He bucks his hips up, desperate for more of your touch. His tongue parts your folds, lapping at your sweet juices as he eats you out from behind, his fingers digging into your hips.

You moan as you start to take more of him into your mouth.

"Shit..." Ron hisses as you take more of his length down your throat. He watches your back arch as his mouth feast on your pussy. His fingers find your entrance, pushing in and out rhythmically as you bob your head, taking him deeper. "Your mouth..."

"Hmm what about it?" You swirl your tongue on the tip.

Ron's eyes roll back as your tongue swirls around his tip. "It's...fucking perfect..." He pants out, his hips bucking up to meet your mouth. He curls his fingers inside you, finding that sweet spot that makes your body tremble.

You whimper as you take him deeper into your mouth.

Ron growls in pleasure, feeling you take him so deep. He can't believe this is really happening. His tongue moves faster, licking and sucking your clit as he finger-fucks you harder, trying to make you come undone just like you're making him lose his mind.

You start to grind against his face, moaning his name.

"Fuck yeah, ride my face..." Ron mumbles into your pussy, his voice muffled. He grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks wider as he buries his face in your warmth, licking and sucking like a man starved.

You whimper loudly as you came.

Ron laps up your sweet juices eagerly as you grind against his face and cry out loudly. He swallows every drop, spanking your ass softly. "Damn..." He mumbles, watching your body convulse with your orgasm. He suddenly realizes that his dick is deep in your throat again.

Yoy start to suck and Bob your head as you take as much of him as you can in while your hand starts to massage his balls.

His eyes roll back, hands gripping your hair as you deepthroat him and massage his balls. He can feel his release building quickly. "Shit, shit, shit... I'm gonna cum..." He warns, his hips snapping up to meet your mouth.

You continue, speeding up a bit as you feel he's close.

"FUCK!" Ron shouts as he cums hard, his hot seed shooting down your throat. He grips your hair tightly, thrusting his hips up again and again as he empties himself in your mouth. His entire body shakes and jerks with the intense pleasure.

You swallow it all.

*He watches in awe as you swallow every last drop of his cum. He collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily. His dick is still half-hard, coated in your saliva. He grins at you, looking completely sated and happy. "That was...Fucking amazing..."

You turn to face him.

His eyes roam over your flushed face and swollen lips. He reaches out, gently wiping a stray bit of his cum from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He brings it to his own mouth, sucking it clean with a satisfied smirk. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I think I might actually be addicted to your mouth." He chuckles softly, his hand moving to gently stroke your cheek. His other hand slowly moves down to his still semi-hard dick, giving it a lazy stroke as he looks at you with hooded eyes. "Think you can handle another round?"

"Yeah but want you inside of me"

Ron's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Inside you? Bloody hell, yeah..." He sits up, grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back before settling between your thighs. His hard dick nudges against your entrance.

"I wanna be on top"

Ron hesitates for a second, then nods eagerly. "Alright, yeah, on top." He lies back down, pulling you on top of him so that you're straddling his hips. He looks up at you with hungry eyes, his hands gripping your waist. "Fuck, you're gorgeous..."

You tease him a little sliding his tip up and down your wet entrance.

His eyes roll back as you tease him, his dick twitching against your wetness. He bites his lip, trying to hold back his needy whimpers. "You're killin' me here..." He groans, his hips bucking up slightly to try and get inside you.

You lower yourself slightly only enough to let the tip slide in.

His eyes snap wide open at the sensation of your tight pussy gripping the tip of his dick. He lets out a choked grunt, his hands squeezing your waist harder. "More...please, more..." He begs, his eyes pleading with you to take him deeper.

You lower yourself down completely taking all of him.

His eyes widen and shut tightly as you take him to the hilt. "Jesus..." He hisses, his fingers digging into your hips. He can feel every inch of himself inside you, your body milking him already. He opens his eyes to watch you throw your head back slightly, breasts bouncing softly.

You moan loudly as you Grope your breasts as you bounce on his dick.

His mouth falls open as you moan loudly and play with your own breasts while bouncing on his dick. He watches your body move, tits bouncing, hips rolling. He groans loudly. "Holy shit..." He mutters, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs.

You lean backwards and put your hands on his thighs as you start to grind on it.

Ron's breath catches sharply as you lean back, hands gripping his thighs. The new angle lets him see exactly where they're joined—his cock disappearing into your soaked pussy over and over. "Fuckin' hell..." He groans, reaching to play with your clit.

You whimper.

Ron's fingers work your clit in circles as you whimper, his hips bucking up to meet your grinding. The combination of his fingers and your tight pussy moving on his cock has him already close to the edge. "You feel so good...so bloody tight..." He pants.

You lean forward and place your hands on his chest.

As you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest, Ron's eyes snap to your face. He watches as you bite your lip, your hair falling around your shoulders. He reaches up to grab your hips again, helping you ride him faster and harder. "Look at me..."

You look at him.

As you look at him, Ron's gaze locks with yours intensely. He can feel his orgasm building rapidly as he watches your expression—lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. He smacks your ass suddenly, making you yelp and squeeze around him. "Gonna come..."

Ron's eyes roll back slightly as you moan loudly, your pussy clenching around him. "Fuck, yeah...keep moaning like that..." He grunts, his hips thrusting up to meet your movements. He can feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, ready to explode.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched as you squirt cause of him constantly hitting that sweet Spot inside you.

*Ron's eyes widen as you suddenly arch your back and squirt all over him and the bed. The sudden gush of fluid and the intense squeeze of your pussy around him sends him over the edge. "HOLY FUCK!"

Ron's release is powerful, his hips jerking up as he fills you with his hot seed. He keeps coming, filling you up over and over. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he rides out the intense orgasm. "Shit...shit...shit..."

You kiss him.

Ron's eyes flutter closed as your lips meet his, kissing passionately through their mutual orgasms. The kiss is deep and intense, his fingers tangling in your hair. He continues to thrust gently through the aftershocks, not wanting to leave your warm, satisfied pussy just yet.

As you come down from your high we hear a whisle coming from the direction of the door and there Fred and George stand with their arms crossed.

Both you and Ron freeze, still joined, as Fred and George stride into the room with smirking grins. Fred let out a low whistle while George raised an eyebrow. "Well, isn't this a lovely sight,"

The End

[wolfpants]

my year in fic: 2024!

Thank you so much for tagging me @sitp-recs! I loved putting this little roundup together. I struggled a bit this year, creatively - I think because I had such a massive output in 2023 (226k words 😱) I was going through burnout and also feeling like I couldn't quite live up to the longfics I had posted the previous year. But putting this together, and realising I've written 120k words, I'm actually really surprised - and happy! I've done a real mix of pairings, too.

I look forward to 2025 - I'm planning to take part in Kinkuary again, and I have a few other projects up my sleeve including my first Drarry (long) 8th year fic, a collab, and a follow-up fic to a Drarry I've already published. I'm determined to go into next year with a clear and positive head and continue to stick to writing (and sharing!) what I love!

Much love to you all - wishing you all a fabulous festive season! No pressure tagging @getawayfox @tackytigerfic @maesterchill @houndsinhades @the-invisibility-bloke @toomuchplor @citrusses @skeptiquewrites @hoko-onchi-writes and anyone else who wants to share their 2024 wrapped!

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Drarry

🌟 All Is Calm, All Is Bright | E, 7k | Drarry

Tags: infidelity, Christmas markets, photographer Harry, angst and feels, pining

“Ernie and I are getting a divorce,” Draco says. A stone drops heavily in the pit of Harry’s stomach. He startles. Draco nods. He lifts his mug to his lips and sinks the contents. “Yes,” he says, his voice tight. 

🌺 Come In, the Water's Lovely | E, 4k | Drarry

Tags: established relationship smut, showering/bathing/swimming, tent sex

Harry laughs against Draco’s wet, soap-sweet skin and lets his hands fall to his waist. He steals another soft kiss. “Want me to help with that? Reviews say I’m not very clinical at all. I’m positively… extravagant.” Draco bends his head forward again and nips Harry’s lip, then soothes it with a slow swipe of his tongue. “A giver of deluxe wanks.”

🥂 How to Begin | E, 8k | Drarry

Tags: friends to lovers, drunk sex, second chances, mutual pining, they were roommates

“I think we owe it to ourselves to do it again properly,” Draco says smartly.

✈️ Long Haul | E, 9k | Drarry

Tags: mile high club, pining, flirting, mild d/s elements, competent draco

“So you’d risk plummeting us all to our deaths just to get filled? You slut,” Draco whispers.

😈 Raising Hell | E, 21k | Drarry

Tags: colleagues to lovers, case fic, occult, UST, exhibitionism, ritual sex

Malfoy pinched the bridge of his nose. “How do I put this delicately, Potter.” He shook his fringe from his face and sighed. “The initiation is sex. They want us to fuck. In front of all of them. It’s—what they do.”

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Others

☕️ Come as You Are | E, 2k | Sirius/Ron

Tags: pwp, age gap (19/40), big dick Ron, blow jobs

Open up, he imagines Ron saying with that easy, casual dominance he exudes so beautifully, so he does, just in time for Ron’s mouth to meet his. 

🎶 In My Room | E, 21k | Dron

Tags: 8th year, angst and h/c, unhealthy coping mechanisms, no hea, first time

Draco rattles around in his brain for something to talk about, something beyond the immediate obvious—we are lying in bed together, we are spooning, you are shirtless, you are holding my hand, my chest feels like it’s on fire, my head is as light as air, do you feel it too? I will die if I get hard, I might die if you change your mind about me.

🚗 A Light That Never Goes Out | E, 6k | Sirry/Draco

Tags: Sirius returns, timey wimey, road trips, hotel room hookup, threesome

Sirius’s fingers twitch around his glass. The pleasure looming in the pit of his belly at seeing Harry so happy and turned on isn’t quite enough to stem the niggling sense of envy and outsiderness he feels. Harry and Draco’s careful pleasantries melt away into something more familiar, something they’re both clearly equally relieved to pick up after, apparently, a good few years of not being in one another’s orbit.

❅ Snowdrift | E, 9k | Dronarry

Tags: married dron, threesome, domesticity, drarry pining

“Is this what you wanted?” Ron asks, turning his attention back to Harry, daring to ask the question that’s been floating in the back of his mind since the moment Harry stepped through the front door; maybe since the moment Harry’s text landed in the group chat.

🚙 Spellbound & Acheron | E, 7k (total) | Dralbus

Tags: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, watersports, virginity kink, power imbalance, age gap

Albus hears the click of a seatbelt. His nose fills with the smell of cloves and cedar—Mr Malfoy’s cologne, his shampoo, the scent that clings to his clothes and that Albus thinks about, persistently, because it is the scent that he has come to enjoy the most. 

[sitp-recs]

Oh, i also just read Minor Fall, Major Lift and loved it! It made me think is there more "down and out Harry"? I only that "down and out Draco"; I tried looking in your fic recs lists but I couldnt find that term

Isn’t it fabulous? I really enjoyed that one, such a creative take on the trope and the dream magic was chef’s kiss. Not sure I’d categorize it as a “down and out Harry” since he was doing it for charity and there was no social stigma, but I think there are interesting ways to explore this trope beyond money or fame (I’m thinking depressed, abused, failed or dysfunctional Harry). Thank you for this ask, it’s so exciting to find a trope I haven’t recced before. My interpretation was a bit loose but I thought these made sense, hope you enjoy!

Walk Right Through Me by @floydig (M, 2k)

Every day, Harry drinks Polyjuice to disguise himself as he lives on the streets. Today, he observes a gaunt, shirtless Draco Malfoy walking around Knockturn Alley and is immediately drawn to him. However, sometimes the truth is much darker than what the mind perceives.

Unseen by astolat (M, 11k)

When he wasn’t wearing it, he got jumpy, always waiting for someone to come at him wanting something—and now they did it even more urgently, if they ever saw him, because most of the time, nobody did.

Put a Price on My Soul by lamerezouille (E, 12k)

Harry has become used to being a whore in the crapsack Wizarding World that’s now governed by Voldemort. Everything changes when Malfoy becomes his new pimp.

Poor Unfortunate Souls by @doubleappled (E, 20k)

Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

Famous by @fw00shy (E, 24k)

It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models.

A Year in Training by Omi_Ohmy (M, 25k)

Harry is finally living his dream and training as an Auror, but nothing seems to be going right: he’s just so angry all the time. And Draco Malfoy’s presence on the programme really isn’t helping with that, either.

The Last of What the World Left You by @xanthippe74 (T, 25k)

If the wizarding world won’t give Draco a second chance, he has a plan to survive: live in his Animagus form, a carrion crow, in the Forbidden Forest. Not only does Harry Potter come along and ruin it, he’s radiating a strange aura of power. With nowhere to go and a Life-Debt to his mother that Potter insists on repaying, Draco puts himself into the hands of the reclusive Boy Who Lived.

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (E, 41k)

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

If an Injury Is to Be Inflicted by @shealwaysreads (E, 45k)

Harry Potter disappeared a year after the Battle of Hogwarts, and with him went all hope for true change in magical Britain.

The Bolthole by aideomai, GallaPlacidia, Tepre (E, 54k)

Harry is a hoarder, Draco is grief-stricken, and both are capable human adults who can definitely spend a month in a cottage in the Cotswolds together without ever talking about the time they slept together in eighth year. Yeah, no, totally.

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w, @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 77k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

In Free Fall by @kbrick (E, 81k)

Since the war, Draco Malfoy has become a serious university student whose idea of a good time is translating Ancient Greek texts and having game night with his small circle of friends. Harry Potter, meanwhile, has turned into a hard-partying adrenaline junkie who’s happiest when he’s leaping from an airplane or hurtling over a waterfall in a kayak.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 100k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.

[simsim54]

Hermione: Ha! I win again. Ron: No fair! Ron: Harry kept distracting me. Hermione: Harry isn’t even here. Ron: Okay, fine. The thought of Harry shirtless kept distracting me.

[mydaddywiki]

Kevin Dunn

Physique: Husky Height: 5' 10" (1.78 m)

Kevin Dunn (born August 24, 1955-) is an American actor who has appeared in supporting roles in a number of films and television series since the 1980s. Dunn's roles include White House Communications Director Alan Reed in the political comedy Dave, U.S. Army Colonel Hicks in the 1998 version of Godzilla, Sam Witwicky's father Ron in the Transformers film series, Oscar Galvin in the 2010 action thriller Unstoppable, and misanthropic White House Chief of Staff Ben Cafferty in Veep. He has also had recurring roles on True Detective in 2014 and on the TV series adaptation of The Mosquito Coast in 2021.

Genial, slightly stocky with a pleasant (if unremarkable) countenance, Dunn cut his chops playing everymen in movies and one-shot television episodes. Although clean-shaven for most roles, he can grow an surprisingly cute beard on him. I normally don't like beards but he just has the sweetest face I have ever seen with or without it.

Other than being married with a child, I know absolutely nothing else of his personal life. Anyway, he may be straight, but he does look every inch a big fuckable bear.

RECOMMENDATIONS: Veep (TV Series) - shirtless Law & Order (TV Series) S15.E21 Publish and Perish (2005) - shirtless 1492: Conquest of Paradise (1992) - shirtless

[eunoiaflow3r]

trade - fred weasley x reader

requests open!

taglist

warning(s): language, not edited, smut

word count: 1.1k

request(ed): “rough sex with fred? 😊”

summary: kitchen sex lol

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Summers for you meant counting down the days til the cooler weather and staying with the Weasley’s. Your first year you became really close with Hermione and hence Harry and Ron as well. The four of you became a unit and would hardly be seen without each other.

Right now, you were in the Weasley’s kitchen late at night looking for some juice. Usually it’d be gone, but you saved yourself some and hid it from everyone so you could drink it later…except now you couldn’t find it at all.

“Looking for this?” You turned to find Fred, shirtless, pajama pants hanging low, with your mason jar of juice in his hand. Everyone knew you liked drinking out of them so you know Fred knows it’s yours.

“Give it up Fred…” Your relationship with Fred was rocky. He played pranks on you most times, and teased you others. Still, you couldn’t deny the attraction even though he annoyed the hell out of you.

You walk towards him and try to grab your drink but he holds it way over your head making it impossible for you to reach. You try but notice your shirt going up as you do.

He grins.

“That’s mine ya’know.”

“Molly gave it to me.” you say.

“Hmm, looks better on you.”

He takes a sip of your juice and you know he’s behaving this way to tease you. From the moment he laid his eyes on you he was mentally undressing you. You knew what this was going to lead to.

He takes a step closer to you and places his hands on your waist. Once he sees you have no objection he switches you two around so that your now pressed agains the counter.

Fred leans down so that his mouth was next to your ear. “How about a trade…shirt for juice?”

Before you could answer he was pressing kisses down your neck and kissing the exposed skin as he unbuttoned the shirt. You tried hard not to moan but let a few slip..this only egged him on. You forgot all about the juice as his mouth went lower down your body until he had you lifted on the counter and he was right above your pussy.

“May I?” he asks.

“Please…”

He gently slides off your panties and tucks them in his pocket discreetly. He presses wet kisses along your thighs until finally making his way back to your pussy where he takes urgency to your clit, not wasting any time as he flicks it with his tongue. You cover your mouth with your hand as to keep the moans in and after a couple minutes you just couldn’t take it anymore. He was doing a marvelous job, but you wanted more.

“Fred, fred, fuck me please.” You whisper.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”

He helps you down from the counter and kisses you, hard, his hand finds your hair and pulls so that you were completely in his control staring up at him while his tongue danced with yours.

He spun you around so that you were facing the counter.

“Bend over for me baby.”

He massages one of your breasts while he reaches for a condom from his pockets. Why he has one just in there…you don’t know but you were growing impatient. You wanted him…bad.

He pulls down his pants and you could tell he was rubbing himself but you were too nervous to turn around and look. You could hear as he rolled the condom on and anticipated his next move.

“You ready?”

You already knew you were wet enough - his mouth had made sure of it - you were so ready.

You nod.

“Wanna hear you say it love.”

“I’m ready Fred, please give it to me.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He pulled your hips towards him so that you were leaning forwards more, and pressed the head of his cock into your pussy. He pushed in and again, you covered your mouth to hide your moan. He kept going and you wondered if it was ever going to stop. He felt so good and he was so long you wanted to scream.

Once he was all the way in he paused, wanting you adjusted, until he pulled out again and started to keep a rhythm. He leant towards you and you could hear him moan which only turned you on more.

“Fuck baby you feel so good, so wet for me right now.”

And you were. You could hear it. And fuck did you never want this to stop. You were reaching towards the counter, towards anything that might steady you - he began to go faster, rougher, he pulled your hair and moaned your name and you wondered if he was worried about getting caught but also feeling yourself nearing climax.

He hit that spot in you every time and you were almost there. Almost.

“Harder Freddy, please…fuck me harder.”

“Shit.”

Fred casted a protection and silencing spell on the kitchen. There was no way he could continue without exposing the two of you. You wanted it hard? That’s the way you were going to get it.

He pulled you back more so now your body was angled and he slowed his rhythm while rubbing your clit. Once your moans were steady again he went faster until you were practically wanting to scream, and squeezing his cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to come Fred. I’m gonna come.”

“You gonna come? Let’s do it together Y/N.”

He rubs your clit faster and you can feel yourself black out as pleasure overwhelms you. When he feels you squeeze his cock as you cum he pulls out moaning as he cums into the condom.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck.”

You smile as you try to calm yourself down. You were both sweaty and breathing uncontrollably. You could barely even stand anymore. You leaned against the counter and watched as he tugged his pants on and threw the condom away. He found you the shirt and helped you put it on and button it up.

“My panties?” You ask. He thinks you didn’t see him steal them but you did.

“Mmm gotta trade me something for them.”

You roll your eyes.

“A kiss?” he asks.

You smile and reach up so that your hands were on either side of his face and you bring him down so that you can kiss him. It was long and deep and almost had you ready for part two.

You pulled away and he fake pouted. You walked towards your drink and took a long drink. Fred came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, while pressing kisses against your neck.

“Come to bed with me? I can give you a more comfortable shirt…less buttons?”

[punkstarrr]

Ron Weasley was always too warm, he always slept with the lightest blanket he could. Walking around his room in the summer shirtless.

Harry Potter was always too cold, he was always bundled up in sweaters and winters were absolute hell for him. He was usually always a bit chilly, even in the summer.

Om late nights, where Ron and Harry cuddled peacefully, watching the stars, they balanced each other out.

Ron made Harry warm, and Harry made Ron cool down. They fit together like perfect puzzle pieces.

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC

Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

This is the third part to this mini-series, here’s the link to part 2 where you can find the first piece also linked. This chapter is gonna be a cliche nurse has to do a physical exam of the soldier she has the hots for lmao- no warnings, just some swearing and mild sexual tension.

“More, switch lines with me.” Speirs head was tilted, looking towards the door ahead of him.

“Sorry, sir?” More frowned. Speirs held out a pack of cigarettes and More gladly accepted, swapping places with him in the line with no further questions asked. The Captain smirked to himself proudly as the door opened, revealing Sergeant Alley walking out with Maggie swiftly behind.

“Thanks, Mag’s.” Alley teased causing some of the men to jeer and tease. Maggie rolled her eyes, giving Alley a playful kick to the back of his leg before calling out a polite, “next.”

Ron stepped forwards and her lips immediately tugged up in a smile she couldn’t quite bite back. “Captain Speirs, sir, how are you?” The door closed behind them both. From the outside, Luz watched on, mouth hanging open in surprise.

“What the fuck?” He muttered to himself, stunned at the exchange. “Hey, Babe, you see that? Speirs swapping lines with More to get into Maggie’s?” George nudged at the man beside him.

“Oh yeah? Didnt think we’d see the day Captain Speirs was chasin’ a broad…” Babe snickered.

On the inside, Maggie double checked the door was shut before heading towards the check board to write down Speirs’ name and tick him off the checklist. She’s been doing physical exams all morning, blood tests, checking their skin, weight, height. Maggie thought she was growing bored until Captain Speirs walked in.

“Would you take your shirt off for me, real quick?” She muttered, without thinking too much. Ron sat in the chair, removing his tie and moving his hands to unbutton the shirt. “I gotta just get a few measurements from you before I do the blood test and X-ray, that alright?” Maggie turned around, digging her pen a little too hard into the paper when she saw him unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yeah.” He casually nodded, as she pursed her lips, averting her eyes, before remembering she had to take his blood pressure. Spinning around again she retreated the device, stethoscope also around her neck. Her face was flustered and she dared to look up to him when his shirt was completely discarded. Maggie had been around shirtless men all day, it didn’t discompose her until now.

Ron’s gazed followed her tensely, swallowing and tensing his jaw when she took a seat in front of him. Her hair was longer than Ron realised, blonder than the other nurses, curls that weren’t pinned back hanging loosely. He didn’t even care that she was probably breaking every uniform rule, he was too enthralled by her.

“I’ll take your blood pressure first, sir.” He held out an arm as she shuffled a little closer, wrapping the material around his bicep. His muscles were protruding, as were his veins. If Maggie felt like melting just from the sight of his arm then she was curious as to how she reacted from seeing the rest of his seemingly, very toned, body.

“Get the boring stuff out of the way.” She giggled, glancing up to him. “Taking bloods fun?!” Her head snapped up again, pausing her actions. “It is when they faint.” Shrugging, she continued wrapping the strap around his arm before pumping to tighten the machine and read his blood pressure.

“Who fainted?” He questioned, a slight smirk covering his face. “You wanna know?!” Her smile turned into a devious grin as his teeth dug into his bottom lip, nodding. “Well it’s confidential.” She borderline teased, Speirs felt his stomach tighten as he unconsciously leant a bit closer. Maggie noticed and stole another glance over his face. He was even more handsome close up…

“Secrets safe with me.” He played along, eyelids heavy as they met hers. For a second her lips were parted and straight, captivated in the way he was looking at her, the way he spoke- and that was totally unprofessional. Maggie sat up straighter before her lips stretched into a smile again, shaking off the urge to lean closer into him. Ron wondered if all her exams were like this, or if it was just for him.

“I’ll let you guess, sir.” Ron cleared his throat, pursing his lips and looking around to distract himself elsewhere. Maggie scribbled down his blood pressure, “blood pressures good.” She then commented as he quickly snapped back to her, remembering what she’d said before.

“Liebgott. Acts tough but screams at the sight of needles.” He quickly commented, resulting in her laughing a little harder now. “No not Liebgott, stand up for me, Ron.” The name slipped as he smiled to himself. Maggie pulled the stethoscope into her ears and stepped around him so she was directly ahead of him. God, he was muscular. Trim from the physical demand of war, but he was undeniably attractive. Maggie’s tongue pushed to the inside of her cheek, tilting her chin up to look up to him before she pressed the devise up to the left of his chest.

“Sorry it’s cold.” She whispered as Ron felt his breath hitch, heart rate immediately speeding. “Talbert then.”

“Didnt faint, but he nearly threw up.” Maggie muttered, listening to his heart. Ron chuckled as they shared a smile. “Your hearts going so fast.” It fell out of her mouth as he took a deep breath. “I wonder why?” His eyes gazed over her, causing her own pulse to accelerate. The tension was too much, they were so both openly showing their attraction to one another, Maggie thought she might faint if she swooned any harder.

“Take a deep breath for me, sir.” She then instructed, listening carefully. Everything sounded perfect as she listened once on his chest and again on his back- that was also incredibly muscular.

She stood on a literal stool chair in order to reach and measure his height perfectly, Ron’s head tilted up in amusement before she nudged his jaw so he was looking straight. “I’ve been doing this all day.” She reminded, scribbling some more notes down, taking his weight and then doing an x-Ray, hands adjusting his arms in the right position.

“What time do you get off later?” Ron questioned, whilst he was stood in the machine. “You have to ask me that now when I need you to be still?” She gazed up to him. “Would you rather me ask when I’m taking your blood?”

“Preferably not, no.” She smiled to herself, heading over and pushing his arms a little further back so she could get a better view of everything to send to the surgeons to check everything was okay.

“Keep your back straight, alright?” Her warm hands touched slightly the mid of his back nudging him a little more upright. “Alright.” Ron spared her another glance.

“Hold still a second.” A moment later the X-ray was taken. “4.” She then answered, Ron looked at her in a little confusion.

“You can take a seat again- and 4. You asked me what time I get off at?” Again, she felt a little shy, fumbling for the tourniquet and slowly dragging over the tray with everything laid out on. Ron smiled, feeling the words ready to spill off his lips. He knew he shouldn’t, but he so desperately wanted to completely break professionalism and ask her out. He saw how happy all those other men looked to be in her line, he could bet they’d try anything on with her now the war in Europe was over.

“Oh yeah.” Ron muttered to himself as she tightened it over his bicep. “Clench your fist for me.” She muttered, wondering what the question was for. His veins were already popping, she slapped on his skin slightly before returning to get a clear pair of gloves.

It was silent for a minute or so. Not awkward, just a little tense, the unspoken words making the two of them nervous. “Sharp scratch, you okay with needles?” She muttered. Ron gulped, tense at her presence, not the needle. “Okay.” Her whispered tone made him shiver as he watched her prick the inside of his vein, never being one to bother about injections or needles. Ron inhaled, looking up and her head snapped up, making sure he was okay.

“You okay?”

“Go out with me later.” The words on his lips were finally spoken, he blinked back to her, seeing her breath catch in her throat before she turned back to the vial and needle with a slight amusement.

“You’re asking me whilst I’m taking your blood?” She watched it fill up, looking like a freak as she smiled to herself uncontrollably. “Yeah.” His voice cracked, raspy from overuse.

“Okay.” She nodded, not really having to think twice about it. Ron had to tense his jaw to avoid smiling too much. “Great, I’ll pick you up at 8?”

“Where are we going?” She removed the needle gently, dealing with that before disposing of everything she didn’t need and scribbling down everything she needed to, trying her hardest to focus on everything but the fact Captain Speirs had just asked her out.

“There’s a bar in town- don’t ask me to pronounce it.” Now she looked back to him, a smile reaching her eyes and nodding. “8 is good, I’ll see you then.”

“Good.” He gently spoke, looking back to her with a smile. Maggie hadn’t seen Speirs smile this much before. “You can put your shirt back on now, Ron.”

“Oh, right.” God, Ron had Maggie smiling like a lovesick teenager, even when he’d left and the next person, Malarkey had come in, Maggie was grinning like a goddamn child.

“Captain Speirs got you smilin’ like that?!”

[obsessingoverthisandthat]

Ron Stampler is my favourite because of several reasons, but the most important one of all is simply the fact that u can say the most weird out-of-pocket assumption about him and it most likely will fit-

Did Ron rob a bank on accident when he was a teenager and never was caught, because he was wearing pants as a shirt for a disguise, because he ran out of clean shirts and decided its more manly to walk around with the double amount of pants than shirtless? Probably. Sounds about right.

And I love that.

[drawingeveryutau]

Me thinking to myaelf

"I should redraw the Yakuza Mahjong gif with Ron"

"Yea he'd be shirtless with the fire and everything"

"Why would he be shirtless?"

"Strip Mahjong"

[blackspellbook]

Always a weird moment for normies when I have to say that Ron Perlman as Hellboy (especially shirtless Hellboy) was my gay awakening and that he still is in my wet dreams.

[dhr-ao3]

Penance and Power

Penance and Power https://ift.tt/Hh07N2j by RandiT09 He had discovered, during the hours he isolated from the world during Voldemort’s reign of terror, that he enjoyed sketching. He wasn't half bad at it, and it seemed to calm him. Like drawing poison from a wound, it helped purge his emotions and harried thoughts. He never looked back at the sketches from during the war. The dark terrified emotions not something he wanted to relive. Lately, all of his sketches were of one thing. One person. Her. -- OR, Where Draco spends his evenings pining over Hermione Granger, knowing she would never see him as anything more than the pitiful excuse of a human he was. --OR, Where Hermione happens upon an unknowing Draco Malfoy, shirtless, sketching, and singing with a voice like sin. How had she never noticed how bloody SEXY he was?? Words: 23463, Chapters: 17/17, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, BAMF Hermione Granger, Pining Draco Malfoy, Dom/sub, Dom Hermione Granger, Sub Draco Malfoy, Dom Draco Malfoy, Sub Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Inappropriate Use of Malfoy Signet Ring (Harry Potter), Inspired by Music, Playlist, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Some Plot, no beta - we die like women, Broody Draco, Draco Can Sang!, dark memories, was supposed to be a one shot, It CLEARLY Got Away From Me, my first Dramione, please be kind, Squirting via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/STzbBNf March 22, 2025 at 04:38PM

[mollymargiela]

request: You work for faze and are dating silky so everyone else begs you to talk to him abt always being late.lol fluff

reader = pink

silky = purple

ron = blue

addison = green

lacy = red

bepsy = orange

warnings: none pure fluff & teasing!

you were curled up on the couch at the faze house, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, sipping on your coffee with your legs tucked under you. it was quiet—peaceful—until ron stormed in like he was carrying the weight of the world.

“yo,” he groaned, throwing himself onto the other side of the couch, “you gotta talk to your man.”

you raised a brow. “what’d silky do this time?”

“take a wild guess,” addison said, walking in behind him with his arms crossed and that “i’m over it” look all over his face. “he’s late. again.”

“we were supposed to start filming almost an hour ago,” bepsy added, clipboard in one hand, phone in the other. “i’ve already pushed things back twice.”

“and he hasn’t moved,” lacy called from the kitchen, leaning on the island. “i’ve been checking his location every ten minutes. it either hasn’t changed, or it went from his bed to the kitchen and right back again.”

you tried not to laugh, biting back your smile behind your cup. “i’ll text him.”

“please,” ron muttered. “we’ve tried calling, facetiming, saying the call time is earlier—nothing. he only moves when you say something.”

“dude’s like a golden retriever with selective hearing,” addison added, shaking his head. “he hears your voice? suddenly he’s alert.”

you opened your phone and shot off a quick message.

you: babe. they’re all losing their minds. where are you?

silky: relax i’m coming i just had to find my other sock

you looked up. “he said he’s coming.”

ron sighed so hard it sounded like defeat. “he said that 45 minutes ago.”

“bro probably still shirtless, sitting on the edge of his bed in silence,” lacy said. “he gets lost in thought mid-outfit change.”

“he better not show up talking about ‘i was thinking about life,”bepsy warned, pacing now. “he did that last week.”

“that’s literally what he said last time,” addison agreed, clearly annoyed. “talking about ‘deep thoughts’ like we don’t know he was just on tiktok.”

you finally broke, laughing a little. “y’all really stressed over one guy?”

“not just any guy,” ron said, pointing. “your guy. and the only person that can actually get him to move his ass.”

right on cue, the front door creaked and everyone looked over as silky walked in—hoodie half-zipped, hair slightly messy, chain swinging, one sock noticeably inside out.

“yo,” he said casually like the world wasn’t melting down over his lateness.

“my fault,” silky added, already walking over to you and dropping a kiss on your cheek. “morning, baby.”

“this guy,” ron muttered, shaking his head.

addison just stared at him. “you really came down like nothing happened?”

“i’m here now,” silky shrugged, sliding onto the couch beside you and throwing his arm over your shoulders like he hadn’t caused chaos.

“your location didn’t move for an hour,” lacy said. “you were literally frozen.”

“nah i was moving in spirit,” silky said. “it’s just… mornings, bro.”

you leaned into him, whispering, “they’re gonna make me file a timecard every time you wake up late.”

silky grinned, kissing the side of your head. “you love it.”

“barely,” you teased, but you smiled anyway.

“she tolerates it,” bepsy corrected. “barely. the rest of us? suffering.”

“i respect that,” silky said with a nod, standing up and stretching. “but let’s get to work then. since i’m here.”

“you better bring the energy,” addison said, grabbing a mic pack. “we waited. now we’re running double.”

silky looked down at you with a smirk. “i’ll bring it. especially if my girl’s watching.”

“smooth recovery,” ron muttered. “barely.”

you got up, tugging silky by the sleeve as the group started to head out to the filming area. “next time, just move when your alarm goes off.”

“i do,” silky said. “i just move mentally.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“nah,” he grinned, “i’m lucky you’re mine.”

(not proofread!!)

okay i couldn’t fit everyone so i just put the people who complain about him being late the most lol.

one more fic to go then requests are open! i’ll most likely post it today :)

love u mwah!

[schoolspiritsfan14]

You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 22:

WARNING: This chapter contains smut which I have indicated with this emoji 🔥 . Shoutout to @rosietoesy for proof reading and giving me feedback I really appreciate it.  

Summary:

The living kids try to lure Janet back to the school but when that backfires you and Wally finally share a romantic moment together.

Heading to the library to debrief and to listen to the living kids talk to Janet since Simon set up a phone so we can hear, “Now what the fuck do we do? Mr Martin could be anywhere in Mr Anderson’s body, how are we meant to get him back.” You say angrily. Everyone looks at each other not knowing what to do next. “Do we think he really is going to disappear in his body or try to find Janet in Maddie’s body?” Tommy asks. “I mean he might still need her with whatever fucked up experiment they were doing on us.” Rhonda says with a snarl. “Maybe, let’s see what they say maybe they can convince her back.” Wally utters as he puts an arm around your waist pulling him closer to him, something you are still getting used too. 

The phone call is muffled since Simon’s phone is in his pocket, you can barely make out the conversation, but you can hear enough and it’s not working. Maddie left the room a while ago, understandable since it’s another freaking person talking out of her body. You can hear Simon confront Janet and just when he is close, the janitor enters the library with the vacuum and the line goes dead. Great you thought 

“Well, now what?” Charley asks hanging up the phone. “I guess we have to wait until tomorrow until they come back, and we also tell them that there’s another ghost out there who may or may not be after Janet.” Rhonda replies as she gets up to leave. “Should one of us check in on Maddie? She’s been gone a while.” Charley asks. “Yeah, I can go, I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Tommy says as he heads out the library to find her leaving you Wally and Charley in the library. “I’m going to find Rons, are you guys coming?” he asks. “I think we actually need to talk but thanks, we will catch up later.” Wally says directing you and him out of the library. 

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You and Wally walk the halls of the school, holding hands and feeling butterflies swarm in your stomach. This is what you have wanted for so long and its finally real. He directs you to the theatre and to the hatch leading to the storage room. “What do you need to talk about Walls?” you ask sitting down on the couch, still covered in pillows and blankets from your night before. “Nothing. I just wanted an excuse to have you all to myself.” He says crashing into your lips pushing you down on the couch with him on top. 

This kiss was more passionate and affectionate then the one from before. His hands move up and down your arm before he pulls apart, “Is it ok if I touch you here?” he asks, hand hovering over your breast. “Yeah, Walls its more than ok. I want this I’ve been wanting this for years.” You whisper. “Me too, Darling.” He whispers back, his lips crash back on to yours as you can feel his hand reach under your top, grabbing your breast and you let out a moan that he swallows. 

Your hands move down his strong back and grab the hem of his shirt. You take it off in one swift motion and admire his bare chest. This isn’t the first time you have seen him shirtless, but time it felt different. Copying your motion, Wally lifts your shirt of as you arch your back to help. He stops and savours looking at you in your pink lace bra -God you were so glad you had a cute underwear set on the day you died- he leans down and kisses you again more deeper than ever. Your hands continue to roam over his back and on his chest leading your hands down to his sweatpants. He gets up off you and slides his pants down leaving him in only his boxers to which you could see his hard cock through the cotton. He takes your jeans down your legs, arching you’re hips up to get them over your waist revealing your pink panties with a wet stain already formed. “Already wet for me Darling?” he whispers soft. “Oh baby, I get easily wet whenever I’m near you. These past years have been torturous and there’s only so much my hand could do.” You reply gasping with anticipation of what’s to come. 

He climbs back on top of you. You can feel his hard cock grind against your clit as he rocks his hips back and forth. He messes with your bra, as you lift your back so he can unhook it revealing your breast. “It is ok if I “ “Babe, you don’t need to keep asking, its ok” you say interrupting him. Nodding he lowers his mouth on one of your breasts and plays with the other with his fingers. You let out a loud moan that you were pretty sure anyone could have heard but you don’t care. He continues to grind his hips up and down feeling his dick against your already soaking pussy. “Walls, I- need you- in me now.” You whimper out between your moans. he locks eyes with yours and nods as he slides his hands down your body to the hem of your panties. Arching your back once more, he tugs at them and drags them down your legs. He quickly stands, taking of his boxers and kicking them off. He climbs back on top of you, you feel his cock at the edge of your climax just waiting to push in. His eyes lock on yours as he slides his cock into your pussy, and he begins to thrust into you as he kisses you passionately. He starts slow then builds quickly as you moan loudly as he leaves trails of kisses down your neck. “Babe… I’m close” you cry out. Two maybe three more fast thrusts and as you moan in his ear. You both can feel your cum dribbling out of your pussy. More thrusts into you and he cums releasing everything in you. He stops still inside of you as he collapses on top. “That… was something we should have been doing all along.” You say panting still coming down from your high. “We really we’re stupid, weren’t we?” he whispers in your ear. “Oh definitely.” You say as he takes his cock out from your pussy. Laying there in complete bliss slowly coming down from both of your highs which doesn’t take long thanks to resets. 

“Babe can I….” you gesture down pointing at his cock not wanting to say it out loud. “Oh absolutely, Darling.”  He says as he gets off from you. You get off the couch and let Wally sit down. You kneel on the floor between his legs and places both hands over his cock before putting it in your mouth. Slow at first to get used to it and then you became faster with the movement of your mouth with your hand. He lets out multiple loud moans as you continue to suck his dick. “Fuck, baby you are so good at that.” He cries out almost cumming. You continue to move your mouth up and down his cock in unison with your hand and with your other hand on his balls. In one final movement you can feel him cum all in your mouth, swallowing as much as you can. 

You get up off the floor and kiss him a deep affectionate kiss. In one swift motion he has you on your back again on the couch. “Your turn baby” as he leaves trails of kisses down your body leading to your pussy. He starts kissing and sucking your already wet pussy. His tongue swirling inside of you making you whimper out moan after moan. He then slides two fingers in and starts thrusting them in and out rapidly. “Wally” you moan out gripping the cushion near you. He continues eyes looking up at you as you cum spilling into his mouth. You sigh as his mouth departs and he climbs back next to you. You and him cuddle onto the couch and eventually drift off to sleep. 

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