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greengreengreen. | blaise zabini

paring: rival!blaise x fem!reader

wc: 2,200 (two thousand, two hundred)

warnings: nsfw content, cursing, not proofread

content: rivals to lovers, dom!blaise, sub!reader, race neutral reader, slytherin!reader, blaise lowkey manipulates you??? lmfao??? but nothing serious, so COERCION/DUBCON just in case, spanking, humiliation, degradation, slapping, use of “slut” & “good girl”

notes: y’all are in year 7, 18 year olds!! i’ve been writing sm hs smuts mb im reminiscing ok leave me alone + also finally putting a photo that matches the story …

and don’t yell at me that i did this a st. patrick’s day special ok it’s triple green like DO YALL GET IT st. pats, slytherin, and greengreengreen also it relates to the story ok so y’all can not be angry w me xx

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“blaise. do not do this.” you mutter lowly, looking into his dark eyes with an intense look. even more intense than usual.

“y/n. you know how i am. give me your ‘head girl’ pin, or you need to find a way out of this. no other choice.” blaise fans his warm breath along your jaw, alluding to something more sinister.

“fuck you, blaise.”

“mhm, how about i fuck you, y/n?” 

the start of all of this all happened back in first year where you knew that blaise zabini was the last person you’d get along with. even if the both of you were both slytherins, his arrogant persona was definitely something you couldn’t get by.

the two of you weren’t academic rivals, or quidditch rivals, or anything like that. the both of you were rivals to see who was the better person. at first thought, it sounds dumb at first. but trust, it was real.

every single year in your years at hogwarts, you and blaise were trying to one up each other in everything you do. you were first in your classes, head girl, liked amongst everyone, while blaise was the best chaser in his year, apart of the slug club, and surprisingly attracted many students despite his vain personality.

but all of that turns to a close starting today. 

your day just ended with a potions class and you were simply packing up your stuff before professor slughorn came up to you after class.

“miss y/l/n?” he says, clasping his hands together and smiling towards you.

“oh, hello professor slughorn.” you reciprocate the smile he gave you.

“why, hello to you too! i simply wanted to ask you a few questions today.” he starts off as you nod. “i wanted to ask, what do you see in zabini? why do you to not get along?” you were startled a bit when he asked you that.

you didn’t realize how even professors caught onto the fact that you and blaise don’t mix well.

“i… i simply think that our personalities don’t do well together. you know him, he thinks highly of himself and he’s very rude. i’m not like him at all.” you shrug.

professor slughorn hums for a few seconds before speaking up, “i think that the two of you could work together well if there was a possibility.” 

“why do you say that?” you were clueless of where he was going with this.

“zabini is a wonderful and strong child. you should get to know him, miss y/l/n. you shouldn’t think that low of him.” professor slughorn repeats that same smile from earlier. 

“… i’ll think about it, sir.” you nod a bit before the professor hums a goodbye as you leave the room.

you had no idea that was about. why would professor slughorn want to talk about blaise? well, he is apart of the slug club but, why now? you didn’t want to think too much about it, it was the end of the day. you just need some relaxation. that was all.

walking back to the slytherin dorm rooms, you entered into the common rooms, needing somewhere to just sit for a bit. you didn’t want to walk all the way to your dorm, you couldn’t bare the energy that would even take to get there.

you pulled out your herbology textbook and placed it on the table you were at and studied for a bit. it was relaxing having some alone time for yourself, even if i required waving and saying “hi” to your fellow slytherins walking in and out of the commons. 

everything was going well until you saw blaise sit right next to you out of all of the tables open and free in the commons. 

“hello, blaise.” you say meekly, trying to just focus on your textbook.

“hi, y/n.” he says, without even looking at you. 

you didn’t really care that he didn’t glance at you once, you were just glad he didn’t just fully ignore you. 

the two of you endured in a few moments of silence before blaise spoke up.

“why did you say that to professor slughorn?”

he heard you?!

“…what?” your eyes flickered to the man right next to you that was already looking right at you.

“pansy overheard you and professor talking. really? ‘he thinks highly of himself’ that’s fucked. why’d you say that when you know i’m in fucking slug club.” he scrunches his brows.

fuck. you knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“it was about time you needed to be humbled. i thought the professor already knew that about you.” you defensively say.

blaise scoffs at your words, “you’re such an asshole, do you know that? why’d you have to say that to the professor?!”

exhaling sharply, you reply, “as if you’re not the one bitching about me every second of the hour. he should know the real you. the bitchy you.” 

the other students starting looking towards the both of your ways. the argument garnered the attention of the others, not something you wanted.

“you really take up the green of slytherin, don’t you, head girl.” blaise has a glint in his eyes. you couldn’t tell what he was planning for next.

“what the fuck do you mean by that?” you jerked your head back in offense.

“your jealousy and envy is showing. you’re greedy too. green. green. green. you’re so green, y/n. can’t you see it?” blaise raised his voice a few octaves so his voice slightly echoed through the halls too.

your eyes widened and your mouth dropped. you? jealous? envious? and greedy? what was he even saying?!

blaise simpers before getting up and walking away angrily when in reality, he wanted to make a ruckus. your fellow classmates were wondering what happened between the two of you.

a scoff leaves your lips as you got up and chased after him. he wasn’t going to get away from this. he won’t.

as you went down the hallway, you could hear the others in earshot saying, “what did y/n do?!,” “what happened?” and “is blaise angry right now?!” you were sure that you were on the brink of ripping a man’s head of right now.

running up the stairs, blaise stopped in front of his dorm room, turning around to face you with a smug look that you needed to slap off his face.

“the fuck was that for?!” your eyebrows furrowed as blaise leaned against the wall with an aloof expression.

“payback.” is all he says.

“i was just saying what i thought, you lied to everyone down there as if it was true! i don’t want the whole slytherin wizard body thinking i’m some backstabber while being head girl!” you furiously say, getting even more pissed as blaise just stood there, unamused. 

blaise gets up from his position but towers you in front of the door, making your back hit the door. he was caging you in with his height, which made you realize how tall he really is.

“you have two choices, give up being head girl or apologize. only i can reverse the effects.” blaise smiles but with unruly intention behind his eyes.

and this is where’d you ended up. stuck between leaving your title that you’ve worked so hard you fulfill or getting fucked by the man who scrutinized you the day you got here acts like an apology.

after a few seconds that felt like forever, you gave in, “what do you want me to do, blaise?” you sigh in defeat. blaise immediately takes you into his dorm room and locks his individual room.

once settled in, blaise immediately sits down at his desk, “take it out for me.” you were stunned for a second from his bold request. but of course, you realized what you agreed to. 

you got onto your knees and started unbuckling his belt. sliding it out of all of his belt loops and throwing it to the side. soon you were faced of pulling his cock out. grabbing it under the material of his underwear, you saw it for the first time.

girthy. that was the best way to describe it. you couldn’t even believe that somehow blaise wanted it somewhere in you and it needed it fit. nonetheless, your lips almost wrapped around his lighter tip before blaise grabs your chin, “no, y/n. how about you fuck yourself on it.” 

“what?” your hand loosens the grip on his length as you stared at him. 

“you heard what i said, slut.” blaise says allowing the ‘s’ roll off his tongue effortlessly.

rolling your eyes at him, you complied and stood back up. you unzip your skirt, letting it fall to your feet. blaise was getting too ahead of himself and started slowly stroking himself at the slight of you undressing yourself in front of him.

soon your fingertips hooked under your underwear and you allowed them to pool along with your skirt that was on the floor. to your surprise, your underwear was stained with arousal. there was no way in hell you were already wet.

“hmm, i see we’re already wet. i can’t believe you actually enjoy this.” blaise sighs in triumph. 

you mutter a small, “whatever.” before aligning yourself on top of his cocks’ head. blaise stops you for a second. he raises two fingers at the edge of your inner lips, eager to slide them into your mouth. 

although a bit hesitant, you slide them down. wetting his slim fingers and leaving a saliva trail. blaise is surprised you complied so well. “good girl.” he says as he slips his wet fingers along his tip and the opening of your cunt. 

when he finished, you slowly sink down upon his length. allowing yourself loose, his cock was filling you up larger than you expected. just from the girth itself, you struggled to have the entirety of blaise’s cock resting snug inside of you.

shaky breaths and exhales from the size causes blaise to run his hands on the flesh of your ass. smoothing them down and kneading them with his fingertips. he relished in the feeling of him entirely in you. it was almost like you were made from him. 

“you good?” he mumbles against your chest. you nod in response, not being able to move for a bit.

“you could say i’m green, right now.” you joke, earning a small snicker from blaise and a quick spank on your ass. you jolt and shut your eyes from the sudden sharpness. you never knew you’d be into these things, but blaise has you in a spiral.

with one small breath, you finally rock your hips against his cock, allowing yourself to rise and lower them in a slow yet steady pace. the slickness from your cunt and your saliva made the room swell with the erotic noise.

the more you rocked, the more the motion became smooth, became less painful. blaise uses his hands and allows you to even take more of him by pressing you down and sliding you back up. “fuck— who knew the head girl had this good of a pussy, hmm? you’re clenching on me— does it feel that good, slut?” he groans into your neck, suppressing his expression.

your cheeks warmed at his words, the control he had over you was nearly overwhelming. “don’t just sit there, respond.” blaise says with a slap against your cheek. after he slaps you he grabs your face with his hand. 

“god— yes! it feels so good—!” you were sputtering all over your words. blaise smirks in satisfaction at your response. he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

he pulls your face towards him and presses his lips against yours, his tongue sliding in between your parted lips. you moan into his mouth as he intensifies the kiss, his hand reaching down to play with your clit.

“fuckin’ slut. you love this— only a slut likes the fact she’s getting fucked dumb like this.” he mumbles between kisses. even if you wanted blaise to shut up, you didn’t want him to stop. the sensation is too much for you and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. blaise can feel your walls clenching around him and he knows you're about to come.

he grabs your hips and begins to pound into you, his own orgasm building up. with a final thrust, he spills his seed inside you, the feeling of his hot release triggering your own orgasm. you scream out his name as you come, your body shaking with pleasure.

afterwards, your breathing ragged as blaise tries to catch up with his breaths as well. he strokes your hair lovingly, a satisfied smile on his face. “you were amazing,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“so were you.” you feel a sense of contentment wash over you, knowing that you’ve pleased him. even if it all started with you being more green than he particularly liked. you snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and secure in his arms. you can't help but wonder, what will happen after this?

let’s just leave it for now. you'll somehow figure it out later with blaise.

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Harry Potter Characters As... Crisps

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harry potter - mccoy's salted

ron weasley - bbq beef hula hoops

hermione granger - sweet chilli sunbites

remus lupin - tyrells

sirius black - prawn cocktail discos

snape - space raiders

luna lovegood - prawn crackers

neville longbottom - pom bears

weasley twins - spicy niknaks

cedric diggory - cool doritos

draco malfoy - chipsticks

ginny weasley - wheat crunchies

oliver wood - bacon rashers

hagrid - monster munch pickled onion

gilderoy lockhart - cheese balls

tom riddle - salt and vinegar squares

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“ n- no neteyam it wasn’t like that, he was just asking about- ” you struggled to pull your wrist from his grip, but he had you and he wasn’t letting you go.

“ about what, tiyawn, hm? ” he huffed, pushing you into your shared space. you fumbled with your words, trying to recall what the male was even talking about. you couldn’t focus on anything, not with neteyam huffing in front of you, shoulders tense and eyes narrowed. he was hot upset..

“ tiyawn. ” you lifted your eyes back to his, large and clueless, “ i don’t like repeating myself, ” you pursed your lips in a thin line, thighs squeezing together as his hard stare never wavered.

“ um- he was- asking about the- the pa’li.. ” you answered, your hands disappearing behind your back as your nerves threatened to tear your eyes away from your mate.

“ strip. ” he said, your breathing hitched for a moment, not expecting him to be so to the point,

“ wh- ”

“ i did not stutter. strip. now. ” the tone he used had your knees shaking, a wave of excitement passing through you as you pulled at the strings of your loincloth. once you pulled your top off, neteyam was on you, large four fingered hand donning you a new choker.

“ so pretty.. ” he mumbled to himself before pushing you down to your knees, tweng already tossed to the side. your lips parted, tongue lolling out as you leaned forward, his hand came to the side of your face, gathering your attention.

“ tap if you need to. ” he barely got out before pushing his length past your lips and into your throat. you moaned out around his length, brain disregarding any and everything other than the thrusts of neteyam’s hips.

“ fuck, your mouth is better like this. not talking to other men. ” he mumbles, one hand caressing the side of your face as he fucks into you, the other hand resting on his hip.

you swallow around his tip, earning a deep groan from him. you looked up to your mate, mouth full of his dick and tears stinging your cheeks, he looked down, closing his eyes instantly,

“ no- don’t look at me like that- ” his hips stuttered, ears pinning against his head as his head leaned backwards. the sight was too much—too arousing. neteyam’s tummy tensed as he the image flashed in his head again, you weren’t helping either—not while you were moaning and closing your throat around his cock the way you were.

neteyam took in a deep breath, trying to calm his mind, but as his tummy filled with air, the pool of arousal began to seep out.

“ yn, i- ” you nodded, pushing your head further down his cock to have your nose brushing against his pelvic bone. he groaned as his hips seized, booty clenching as he came down your throat. without a second thought, you swallowed it down, smiling up at him as he slipped out of your mouth. shakingly, he squats down to brush the hair out of your face as you catch your breath.

“ are you okay? i wasn’t too rough? ” you shook your head, eyes still holding the blown lust that had him crumbling just moments ago.

“ yeah te-te. ‘m okay. ” you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, leaning froward to silently ask your mate for a kiss.

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TERRITORIAL — NETEYAM SULLY ✰

kinktober prompt — biting.

summary — after seeing neteyam with the girl who always flirts with him, you decide to make him jealous.

content — 18+ (explicit content & language), aged up! neteyam, neteyam x fem! omatikaya! reader, jealousy (on both sides), a bit of choking but not that much, spanking (only once), p in v, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, praise kink, and marking.

length — 2.2k words.

index — hitxoa — [sorry; excuse me], oare — [moon], and yawne — [beloved].

notes — I finally got this done, it's the spider fic all over again, I thought this would be just a drabble but ended up becoming over 2k words. hope y'all are not tired of me cause I got some more kinktober fics cooking and I'm so excited to get them all out!! thanks to @inlovewithpandora, I know you're tired of me asking you to read it over but I appreciate you so much!! 🫶🏾

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It was a perfect day for you to practice your hunting skills with your future mate, Neteyam. You became a bit bored after cleaning up the Marui so you came up with the idea of going hunting. You called Neteyam on the throat communication device he gave you that only hooks up to him and he thought it was a good idea so he told you to meet him in the forest. 

You place your quiver of arrows over your body, pick up your bow, and head out of your hut making your way towards the training spot, the spot where you first met Neteyam. The day you were in a bad mood, Neteyam cheered you right up with the smile that always made you feel butterflies.  You hum a bit while you walk as you say hello to a couple of the people and your friends. It was a nice day to be out and nothing could ruin your good mood. 

As you walk into the forest you pick up on the different scents but one stands out more than the others, Neteyam’s woodsy scent fills your nose and you feel a huge smile appear on your face as you get excited to finally be near him since you missed his touch. 

You follow the direction the scent is in and a few distances away stand your future mate, You go to walk up to him but notice he isn’t alone, your nose picks up on another scent that belongs to a female na’vi whom you hated with a passion. 

Maru was always known for her crush on Neteyam and hated the fact he chose you as his mate over her. He never gave her any attention but that didn’t stop her from trying to get with him, you complained about this to him every time you saw her tactics when she was around him but he claimed that he did not feel anything for her and wouldn’t give in to her actions.

You held a growl from escaping your throat as you noticed how close she was to him, her hand feeling up his bicep as he just stood and let it happen. ‘I’ll take care of it’ you recall his comment in your head as you rolled your eyes. You clutched tightly onto your bow and forced yourself to walk away without being noticed. ‘Can’t believe I was excited to see that jerk,’ you thought to yourself as you trudged through the forest ducking the large branches that were in your way.

You continue to storm through the forest angrily, tail thrashing behind you as the image of her hand on his abs is still clear in your mind. Not even paying true attention to where you’re going you end up bumping into something hard. “What did I hit?” you questioned out loud as you took a step back slowly as you rub your nose. Once you open your eyes, you see Marek smiling at you and your eyes widen.

“Mavek!! Hitxoa, I didn’t see you,” you blurted out but he just waved it off. “No need to apologize, I could tell you were deep in thought, what are you doing in the forest?” He asked as he looked behind you as he expected another person to pop out. “Where’s Neteyam?” he blurts out not wasting any time. 

“Um…” you think of telling the truth but your noise picks up Neteyam’s scent again which means he is near and an idea comes to your mind and you try hard to hide the smirk that wanted to appear on your face.

“I wanted to train for the upcoming war party, I could use it to fix up my stance.” you lied through your teeth as you looked up at Mavek watching that knowing smirk appear on his lips knowing Neteyam hated him especially when it came to you since Mavek carried a huge crush on you that everybody knew about.

“I can help you with that, I’m the best warrior in the clan to help you.” you fought back the eye roll at that comment since that was a lie, he doesn’t even come close. You motion for him to follow you, knowing that your plan would be a success.

Neteyam finally made it to the spot, not happy at the fact that Maru made him late to his special time with you. He crinkles his nose at the reminder of her putting her hand on him, the only person he likes touching him is you, and the second she puts her hand on him, he removes it. 

He made sure to let it be known that the only feelings he had were for you and you only. She didn’t take that quite well, she stormed off but he couldn’t care less as he stated multiple times that he didn’t like her but she never listened and kept trying. Hopefully, it finally got through to her and she would stop trying. 

Neteyam picks up your lovely scent and a smile appears on his lips only to disappear once his nose picks up another scent. He walks closer until he can spot you, he sees you standing behind Mavek, straightening his stance before coming in front of him, and hitting his arm up. 

He felt a growl build up in his throat at the sight of you being too touchy with another man who was not him. And for it to be Mavek, the same guy who bragged to his friends that one day he might have a chance with you, it made Neteyam sick to his stomach. 

He comes out from where he hid once he saw you lean forward and place your hand on his abs, noticing that Mavek wasn’t even paying attention but was undressing you with his eyes. 

Neteyam lets out a fierce growl once he’s behind you, pulling you behind him away from Mavek's vision. His growl made you jump a bit as your ears flattened against your head, making Mavek step back. He being angry and possessive right now made your slick create a pool in your loincloth as you clenched your thighs together. “Leave now!” He growled as he glared at Mavek, balling his hands into fists. 

Mavek doesn’t waste any time as he runs off, not looking back. ‘Remember you’re supposed to be mad at him!’ You reminded yourself, not wanting to let him off the hook. “What the hell was that?” You blurted out, he could hear the anger in your tone. “I should be asking you the same question,” he spoke as he flashed his fangs at you. 

“You have no right to be mad especially when I saw you earlier with Maru,” you hissed and he took a step forward toward you. “I didn’t notice you saw that but if you stayed another minute, you would know that I removed her hand and told her off,” he gritted his teeth together.

“I didn’t allow her to eye fuck me as I had my hand laid on her stomach,” he growled as a grin appeared on your face. “Are you jealous, teyam?” you taunt with a playful tone in your voice. “Are you afraid that Mavek would replace you as my mate,” you continued as you watched his breathing change and his hands clenched into fists. 

You let out a snicker thinking of something else to say but before you could, he picks you up and places you over his shoulder, and starts making his way through the forest. “Neteyam… what are you taking me?!” You asked but got no response as he kept walking as his tail thrashed behind him in anger. 

A few minutes later, the two of you finally arrived at his marui. When you get inside, Neteyam sets you down on your feet before closing the flap to give the two of you some privacy. When he turns around to face you letting out a huff, you see the anger in his eyes but it wasn’t only anger in them as you could see the lust that hid in those golden orbs you loved to look at. 

“Take all that off!” Neteyam demanded as your long nimble fingers didn't waste any time untying the strings that held up your clothes flinging them aside, leaving you bare to him as you watched him discard his. His cock sprung up hitting his stomach and you drooled at the sight of it. He takes a step forward to where you stood near the makeshift table, eyeing just how beautiful you were and how he could not imagine anyone else touching you other than him.

He raised his calloused hand, wrapping it around your throat, gripping it lightly as he pulled you even closer to him, smashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy as your tongues danced together, when you disconnected, he positioned himself on the floor. “I want you on top of me,” he voiced as he looked up to you, you noticed his eye color was darker than his usual golden color. 

You obey his command as you climb on top of him, placing your legs on each side of him. You wiped the precum that leaked from his hip with your finger, bringing it to your mouth as you sucked it off, moaning as you did so, loving the way he looked at you with awe.

You start to mount him, lining his cock to your entrance as you planned to sink down onto his dick, Neteyam bucks his hip upward taking you by surprise as he slams his cock into your aching pussy, making you grip onto the table next to you, letting out a breathy gasp; with the sudden movement, a bowl falls off the table, hitting the floor. 

Maru let out a small gasp at the noise that came from inside Neteyam’s pod, she had decided to come there to try to make him hers, clenching on tightly to the bracelet she made him, thinking that would be enough to open his eyes and noticed that she was better for him.

She stepped forward quietly, peeking through the small gap at the entrance, catching sight of him pounding up into you as your moans and the sound of skin slapping filled the marui. She raised her hand to her mouth not believing the sight in front of her as envy built inside of her, that should be her not you. 

Neteyam’s relentless pace knocked the breath out of you as you gripped the table, eyes sealed shut in pleasure. “Look how good you’re takin’ me, oare.” He cooed as he looked up to your fucked out expression, smirking at the sight of your breasts moving up and down with each thrust. 

He lands a hard smack on your ass which earned a yelp to escape your mouth. “Speechless now huh? What happened to all that talk you were giving me back at our spot, hm?” He taunted. “He would never know how to handle your beautiful body like me,” he continued, gripping tightly on your hips as he watched you bite down on your bottom lip. “Just like how Maru could never take this cock just like you, this is all yours oare,” he expressed, groans spilling out his mouth as he feels your cunt clench around him. 

You try to form words but the way his cock is hitting all the right spots. “I’m all yours…” you mewled as you reached down to his neck, he lay a few kisses. “That’s right, your pussy belongs to me and only me,” he growled before biting down on your neck enough to draw blood, he releases, licking the wound and admiring the mark he left. You do the same wanting to show everyone that he was yours and no one else could ever replace you. “Fuck…” he muttered as he knew he was close to cumming and he could tell you were close as well. 

“Let’s cum together, yawne,” he captured your lips onto his as he thrusts upwards a few more times, your breath started to hitch as you can feel the coil in your stomach snap, your cunt fluttering around his dick as your legs began to tremble as you let go of your release and not a second longer, he thrusts into one more time,  his cock twitched inside of you as he empties his hot white spurts of seeds deep inside of your womb making you feel full. “You took me so well, baby,” he praised as he enjoyed the fucked out expression you had on your face.

You’re the first to pull away as you try to catch your breath. “I love you,” you stumbled out looking deep into his eyes. “I love you too,” he responds as you reach back down to lay your head on his chest, his dick still in you. His ears perk up as he hears a noise that comes from outside and he catches a small glimpse of Maru running away from their pod, dropping something as she retreats. ‘I hope she enjoyed the show,” he thought to himself as a smirk appeared on his lips as he traced circles in your lower back.

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fav ron fic?!? 😍 i was never into ron fics til i saw this one omg this one hits different 😫🤍

How You Get the Girl ...

“I just don’t know what I did.” Ron complains, leaning into the back of the couch in the Common Room, his eyes closed and his eyebrows pinched. It’s late, almost everyone else has gone to bed, which is why he speaks quietly to you: it makes you feel like you’re sharing a secret, which you technically are, but everything feels more special when it’s just Ron and you.

You like Hermione and Harry just fine, but when you all got together as a group, it always felt that he preferred them more, especially Hermione. You could understand why: she was smart and pretty, both things you envied about her. Your jealousy wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t seem like you caught Ron staring at her all the bloody time.

You shake your head, smiling softly over at him. “Girls are fragile, Ron. You can’t be as brutish as you are with your brothers or Harry.” You laugh quietly, “what kind of girl would take that as a compliment anyway?”

“I dunno.” He replies, rolling his eyes. “I would, though.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Well, you gotta help me then.”

You widen your eyes at him, clearly taken aback at his request. “You want me to help you get with Hermione?”

Ron moves in closer, nodding his head slightly. “You have to. You’re one of my closest friends, I dunno who else to go to with this.”

Your heart beats hard in your chest, you have no idea how to feel. The sentiment is nice, that he trusts you enough to ask for your advice on how to impress the girl he fancies. On the other hand, it hurts to know that he even fancies another girl (even though you knew) and that he expects you to help him. You want to say no and try to convince him that Hermione and him would never work out, so you surprise yourself when… “okay, Ron. I’ll help you.”

...

A knock on your door drags you out of your reverie. You close the book in your lap and place it on the table beside you, and unfold your legs. They’re stiff from how long you’ve been sitting on your couch, and you wince slightly. You stand up and make your way over to the door, opening it slightly to peek at whoever it could be.

“Ron?”

He’s standing in your doorway, hunched over in his jacket. He’s soaking wet, his hair dripping onto his face and his jacket a shade darker than it’s supposed to be. He looks miserable standing there, but his face brightens when he sees you. “You answered.”

You nod before opening the door wider, “are you insane? Come inside before you catch a cold.”

He steps inside, brushing against you, and stands barely in the doorway. The water on his clothes drips down onto your floor, and you quickly close the door behind the two of you. You open up a closet close to the door and pull down a towel, handing it over to him so he can dry off. You watch him, the air between the two of you thickening.

“It’s been a long six months.” He begins, peeking out at you from beneath the towel that he’s drying his hair off with. You watch him, worrying your bottom lip. You don’t know what to say, you hadn’t seen him since your final, chaotic days at Hogwarts – even then, you hadn’t seen him for a long time before then. He hadn’t contacted you at all. He takes a deep breath. “I was too afraid to tell you what I wanted. I’ve always been too scared of that.”

...

“Tell her something cheesy like… I want you for worse or for better. It’ll help defuse the tension since she’s upset with you. It’s sort of cute, and it’ll help lead into you telling her you like her.”

He nods in a more attentive way than he ever had in class. Your stomach twists – you could sabotage this whole thing, yet you weren’t. Hermione was your friend just as much as Ron was your best friend. You weren’t cruel. You just happened to like Ron more than she probably did.

“And then maybe you can add in something like: I would wait forever. To show your dedication.”

“Dedication? I’m not looking to marry her!”

You roll your eyes. “That’s not what I meant! You’re just buttering her up, but you don’t have to say that if you don’t want to-”

“I’d only say that if I meant it.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again. How romantic. You feel a pang in your heart at that thought… at least he wanted to confess to Hermione.

“Okay, well, you hurt her, right? Admit that you did, and say that you want to fix it.”

...

“We were best friends, Ron. You could’ve told me anything, hell, you almost bloody did!” You cross your arms, conflicted on whether to laugh or be annoyed with him. “You told me way too much sometimes.”

He doesn’t smile or laugh the way he might’ve at the suggestive joke when he was younger. Something seems to settle within him, and he pulls the towel off of his head. He takes a slight step forward, and you feel the tension settle between the two of you. You rarely saw Ron this serious, though it seems to be a more permanent emotion during and after the war.

“I broke your heart.”

Everything around you stills. Your own heart stills. That was one truth you had kept to yourself throughout all those years, throughout all of his relationships. So many little fragments over the years had gathered until, just about half a year ago, it had finally shattered and he had walked away from you. Your chest feels tight as you wonder who could have told him.

“I want to put it back together.” He swallows, his words trembling just the slightest bit. “I know now that I will wait forever.”

...

You're sitting in the Great Hall as Ron eats lunch while you work on your homework. You’re focused on a particular list of ingredients for a potion when Ron speaks. “That stuff you told me worked, by the way. Thanks.”

“Oh. With Hermione? Good.” You force yourself to sound happy, even looking up to smile at Ron across the table.

“She forgave me, sort of. I don’t think she understood what I was really trying to say.”

You sigh, rolling up your parchment and setting it aside. You’d get back to it later. “You’re back to being just friends?”

He nods, “I couldn’t just outright tell her! She’d probably think I was joking or something.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You lean across the table so you can lower your voice. “You could bring up the ways you’ve subtly flirted with her. There’s that picture we took where you’re staring at her. You wouldn’t let her see it, remember? You could show it to her.” You settle back into your seat, reaching to unroll your parchment again.

“How do I explain why I didn’t just show her then?”

You pull your quill out of your ink, already returning to writing down another ingredient. “Tell her you lost your mind.”

...

You remember sitting on the Common Room couch, when one of those fragments joined the many others. When Ron first started fully showing interest in Hermione and you knew you had no chance with him. No, Ronald Weasley wouldn’t show up at your door and suddenly confess to you, when he and Hermione had finally found their happy ending sometime during the battle at Hogwarts. He couldn’t be saying that.

“Ron… what are you saying? Is everything okay?” You want to feel his forehead, to see if his cold has already set in and he didn’t realize what he was saying. Your heart is hammering inside of your chest.

“Don’t you remember how it used to be? We were always alone.” His voice becomes steadier as he talks and he grows closer to you, his eyes brightening. “We spent so many nights together, talking on the Common Room couch. It was always just us at lunch. We even went on walks just to talk.”

“That’s because, usually, Hermione and Harry were busy. We didn’t have a choice-”

“I did. I didn’t know it then, but I always had a choice and I always made it.” He’s standing in front of you, looking down at you with a look you know you’ve never seen before. You had known Ron since first year, and you knew almost every look and what it meant. You didn’t know this one.

“I was such an idiot. I am such an idiot. You’ve been in front of me this whole time, and I didn’t see it.”

...

It’s one of the rare moments where you somehow end up alone with Harry. You’re sitting in the library, waiting for Ron and Hermione to show up so you can start your study session together. You already have your parchment and ink out, along with several books on the table. Harry’s setup mimics yours, and you’re both leaned over the table.

The two of you don’t talk much, you’re both connected by your friendship with Ron. While you’ve become friends with Hermione, you and Harry are still more like strangers.

The sound of footsteps approaching causes you to look up from your books. You knew it was Ron, you didn’t have to be looking to know it was him whenever he was near. What you didn’t expect was for Hermione to be walking next to him. They sometimes entered together, having run into each other or they had been previously hanging out. The part you didn’t expect was their intertwined hands, and the large grins on their faces. Their rosy cheeks.

It happened.

Harry looks up from across you, and his face immediately splits into a grin. He’s happy for his friends, and you should be too. You mimic his smile, trying to mask the way your heart feels like it’s breaking. Ron looks victorious, like he’s just won the final Quidditch match of the season against Slytherin. All you can feel welling up inside of you is defeat, because this is your fault. You could have just denied him the help, and maybe it’d be you holding his hand and smiling.

Would Harry even be smiling like that if it was you?

...

“I want you.”

Eight years. Ninety-six months. Four thousand, three hundred and eighty days. That’s about the time you had known Ron. You had spent more than half of that wanting him. You had spent the latter half of that knowing it was never going to happen.

Never had you expected that during your ninth year of friendship, he would tell you the thing you had wished for all that time. The thing you had hidden in journals or in daydreams you were ashamed of. You had spent years making up crushes and having Ron try to help you the way you helped with Hermione.

“But you- you and Hermione… I can’t-”

“Hermione and I broke up a while ago. She said she knew from the beginning that we wouldn’t last.” You wince at that, but it doesn’t seem to faze him. He’s smiling down at you. “She said she knew who I would end up with.”

Oh.

“It’s been obvious this whole time, hasn’t it? That it was you?”

Oh.

“I mean, even Harry saw it. After ‘Mione and I split, we all had dinner and he told me that I was a blind idiot for not noticing sooner.” He laughs slightly, “he also made me realize how much I’ve hurt you over the years.”

You don’t know what to say. You’ve wished for this moment practically your whole life, and now that it’s here, you’re lost. In your mind, you would end up with someone your parents’ set you up with and you’d live your version of a mediocre happy ever after. You’d spend the rest of your life with the knowledge that Ron loved someone else and he had and would never love you.

You’re staring up at him. You had stared up at him so many times before, but never like this. Never with him confessing to you. Never with him smiling at you so tenderly and so happily. Never with so much affection.

Softly, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. You reach your hand up and rest it on his wrist. The two of you stay like that for a moment.

Your voice is quiet when you finally speak. “Do you mean it?”

His eyes never leave yours as he nods his head. You wrap your arms around his neck and his arms wrap around your waist. You want to weep into him but also scream with joy: you’ve never felt this happy.

You pull away slightly to look at him. “It’s always been you, Ron. For worse or for better. Slug puking or Quidditch winning. It’s you.”

He pulls you close again, his head resting on top of yours. You press your head to his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

It’s beating just as fast as yours.

...

You listen to the birds chirp as you walk down the street. It’s slightly windy, but the heat from the sun keeps whatever chill the wind carries away. There’s the faint smell of flowers coming from the flower vendor just down the street, next to the diner where you’re supposed to be grabbing lunch from.

You’re not very familiar with this part of town. It’s not near your flat, and you had to Apparate to get there.

You pull open the door to the diner, and a bell chimes to alert the people inside of your presence. Muggles. You smile slightly at the gesture, and make your way inside. You look around, before you spot a pair of brown hair and glasses.

Harry spots you first and his face breaks into a smile. At this, Hermione turns around and greets you with a smile too. Harry stands up out of the booth and pulls Ron, who has been holding your hand this whole entire time, into a hug. Hermione stands up and pulls you into a side hug. It’s a little awkward, but maybe you’ll get more comfortable with each other someday.

Everyone is smiling as you slide into the booth beside Hermione. She picks up the menu and hands it to you, “I have to recommend the cheeseburger…”

Word Count: 2270

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Smut should be 18+ only, not 17+.....

Yikes.

boohoo cry abt it

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pov: the photo you sneak of your boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle, in his Halloween costume

Happy Halloween 🎃

[delacoursshp]

i love your cedric x mermaid slytherin reader fic!! obsessed even. you are truly talented. please, i need more ced fics with preferably slytherin reader🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏

tysm beautiful 😭🤍 ill certainly write more for cedric once i finished the last couple requests! 💋

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okay i was gone for a little TOO long.. this was also kind of rushed, but i hope it still satisfies you lovesss

requested: yes / no.

𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛draco malfoy x fem reader

- use of y/n, teasing/mean draco, y/h = your house, they're in snapes class🤭.

warnings: explicit content, 18+, teasiiinngg, quickie, almost getting caught, handjob? use of nicknames, riding, p in v

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"..as to which, amortenia, has been strictly suggested to be-"tok! draco pinched your head urging you to wake up from your nearing deep sleep. you jumped and looked at him, a you-have-been-warned scowl planted on your face.

"what?" you mouthed at him angrily.

the platinum haired boy just grinned at you, leaning into his seat with his eyes still on you. you eyed him up and down nastily, before deciding to return your attention back to the professor.

what felt like 2 minutes passed, and draco just couldn't sit still and bloody shut up for that short amount of time.

"y/n."

you ignored the boy, brows furrowing at his attempt at breaking your attention from class, which could lead to an extra 2h potions lesson with professor snape.

"y/n. y/n." he whispered in a slightly louder tone.

"okay, what?" you sighed.

"look down."

you followed his gaze, seeing your wand fell out of your pocket.

"go on then, pick it up." draco broke the silence.

you were curious as to why draco wanted you to pick up YOUR wand so badly, but ignored that thought for a moment.

before your fingertips could reach the wooden object, you shivered at a sudden cold touch on your thigh. it felt like metal, like rings.

dracos hand was rubbing your thigh. no, DRACOS hand was rubbing YOUR THIGH. as much as you'd hate to admit it, his simple touch was turning you on embarassingly quick. you quickly snatched your wand from the floor and tried to focus on snape again, side-eyeing draco inbetween the process.

draco seemed to be focused on professor snape aswell, but you could turn that assumption down quickly as his hand moved up, slowly lifting your skirt up.

you suddenly became very aware of your surroundings. nobody was looking but it did feel like it. your breathing quickened, as did your heartpace with dracos rings ghosting past your now damp underwear.

"draco.." you whispered. he ignored your call for his name, reacting with a smirk as his eyes still didn't change direction.

his thumb somehow found your clothed clit, and rubbed it harshly, making you gasp. the class fell silent as snape slowly turned to you and draco, walking towards your table with his hands glued behind his back.

"miss y/n. my lesson isn't that atrocious to you, is it?" snape firmly questioned. your lips were sewed shut as the class waited in fear of what you were gonna reply with, the feeling of humiliation that formed in your belly growing only worse. it was a miracle nobody saw dracos hand resting between your thighs.

snape softly scoffed, "my point... there's no need to audibly express your emotions here. 10 points from y/h."

snape coldly strutted away as you let out a breath you had been unconsciously holding. that was too close. draco had to scratch his nose to hold back a chuckle. seeing this, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

your dainty hand went to go rest on his now-growing bulge, making that mean smirk vanish off his face. you squeezed his pants, maintaining your gaze at snape. his breath hitched at this, making you almost laugh at his sudden submissive state.

you attempted to unbutton his pants, but he was quick to stop you.

"shit.. not here." he whispered shakily.you looked at him innocently, waiting for him to do anything after that sentence.

riiiiing!

thank god.

draco was out of his seat in a second, and rushed you to do the same. he yanked you out of your seat as you finished packing your bags and ran towards the boys restroom.

"draco, we have cla-" you warned, but draco shushed you, and once arrived at the destination, pressed his rosy lips onto your soft, pillowy ones.

the kiss quickly turned into a messy, hungry make-out session. the long, hidden lust for eachother was finally given to the both of you.

draco held you firmly by the hips as he walked you into one of the stalls. "fuck, darling. made me wait so fucking long." he panted, you grinning at his needy words.

he sat himself on the toilet, shoving his pants and boxers off immediately. you gasped, staring eyes-widened at his genitals. he roughly shoved you into his lap, your soaked undies pressed onto the tip of his cock. you closed your eyes, your swollen lips parting at the sensation. "mmh, take your underwear off, love."

you did exactly what he said, being equally as desperate. he eyed your every movement, unpatiently rubbing and squeezing your buttcheeks. as your sex was now completely exposed, your legs automatically tried to close.

draco held them open, smirking at the sight before him. he grabbed your hips and harshly sank you down on his cock- "fuck!- i- draco!" you yelled at the painful, yet pleasant stretch. you slapped his shoulder at the spontaneous action.

"shh. you can and will take it. isn't this what you secretly fantasized about?" he spoke into your ear. you loudly moaned at his words. "i know, baby, i know." he said, kissing you all around the ear.

his pace was now a more focused one, thrusting up into that one delicious spot. rolling your eyes back at the new feeling, your moans began to increase in volume too.

"haahh, y/n, fuuuckk." draco let his head drop back and sped up his movements, making sure he hit every good spot in you.

you kept making stupid little 'ah! ah!' noises from the overwhelming pleasure. you kept clamping down on him, signaling that you were close.

"d-draco. nhghh-" were the only words you could form in your current state. "'m right here, princess. come on, let it go." he gasped, also reaching his orgasm.

he now was fucking you like an animal in heat. your hands grasped onto his hair and pulled it. hard. draco loudly grunted at that while you were basically melting at the newfound ferocity of his thrusts.

you were soso close. "please! yes! yes!" you kept chanting as his pace never faltered and you swore you felt like lightning struck you when your orgasm hit you hard. your chest heaved as draco finally came to the end too. he still held your hips as tight as ever, surely leaving marks.

"fuck." he said.

"yeah, you could say that." you replied, still panting for air.

then both of you heard a door open and hurried footsteps fading away.

"well someone had a little show."

༄.. a/n: yeah, this did not eat. ANYWAY, upcoming fics will make up for it😘

[delacoursshp]

george weasley x slytherin!reader

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, praising, fingering

authors note: not proofread lol

the girl stood proud, next to her friends as she let her eyes wander the grounds and the new faces that ran across them with pure curiosity and excitement. she turned her head as she felt a tap on her left shoulder closest to her dark haired friend, pansy. next to pansy stood two more slytherin robed girls which were millicent bulstrode and daphne greengrass, they all spent most of their time together since they were all pureblooded slytherins with similar interests who met in their first year of hogwarts. although pansy and y/n had known each other before attending hogwarts, they didn't mind adding two more to their group.

"ooh did someone catch little n/n's eye?" pansy spoke with a wide grin growing on her face, and her head now balanced on both palms of her hands. y/n let out a chuckle but not before giving her friend a slight shove to her shoulder. after the small group of slytherin girls shared a short laugh together, they decided that it was time to go inside because even though they all wore a sweater underneath their uniform and even had a scarf wrapped tighthly around them the october cold was quickly catching up to them.

the girls quickly roamed through the halls heading to the great hall to sit as close as possible to the warming fire of the fireplace, seeing as that place was already taken by a few hufflepuffs, they made their way to the slytherin common room. millicent and daphne were walking in the front having their own conversation whilst y/n and pansy were in the back having theirs. the two in the back were giggling before their giggles were stopped by a scream coming from the dark haired girl that had been walking in front of pansy only mere seconds ago.

before they could even register what was going on milicent already had tears rolling down her face at her reflection in the window, her hair had been completely ruined by a gooey green substance dripping from a bucket right above her head. it was a stupid prank and there were only two people who would be stupid enough to do such a thing. as soon as their names entered her brain the two faces that they belonged to peeked around the corner with big smirks plastered onto their faces.

"YOU!" millicent yelled pointing a finger at them, ready to teach them a lesson. the twins walked away feeling unthreatened by her remark, but not before the younger sent a wink in their direction. as daphne muttered a few supportive words like "ignore them" , "theyre only trying to get under your skin" , "youre better than them"

pansy was trying to keep herself together so she wouldn't burst out laughing. she didn't find the twins jokes generally funny but directed on the right person, it was quite hilarious. you might think y/n was probably doing the same as pansy but in reality she tried keeping her calm composure although heat was rising in her cheeks at the thought of george sending a wink her way. she knew she shouldn't let her mind wander about the red haired gryffindor, but it seemed as if she couldn't stop. his constant teasing and the way his lips were shaped into smirk whenever they held eye contact.

the tension was seriously getting to her, at this point she wanted him to pull her into broom closet and just go at it with her. if he wasn't going to do it then she was, so that was her plan. she was going to pull him away as soon as possible and do what she had been longing to do for a long time.

it was almost impossible to spot him without fred around so she was going to need someones help. she thought of a thing that fred loved almost as much as jokes and pranks, which was flirting with girls no matter what color their robes were. so she was going to pick her one friend, cara who fred was interested in.

she watched from the great halls big entrance, as cara walked up to fred and george, who were sat in the great hall, she bent down to whisper into freds ear to follow her. which he gladly did, being the ladies man he is. george watching after his brother walking off with cara caught the slytherin girl standing next to the entrance with a smirk on her face before she turned around and walked out looking at him one last time before walking away.

she turned into a dark empty corridor waiting at the corner for him. she heard his steps getting closer and closer before seeing him tower over her. "i guess you found me" she spoke looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. she pulled him by his gryffindor tie to push his lips into hers. his hands held her waist as their lips moved against each others like they have been longing to for a long time.

as they stopped to catch their breath the h/c haired girl grabbed the gryffindor by his hand to move as quickly as possible to the room of requirement. as they stood before where the doors would usually show, they looked around them careful not to be caught. as soon as the door opened they ran inside to finally do what they longed for since they laid eyes on each other.

georges hands roamed y/ns body before opening the slytherin cardigan and the white blouse whilst the girl took her tie off and threw it somewhere on the ground.

"fuck, you're so gorgeous" george spoke in a rapsy, whisper tone looking at y/ns perfect tits,that sat in the green lace bra she had chosen to wear for him, as she bent over to take her skirt off. as he connected his lips with her neck making her let out soft moans she rested her hands on his chest. she pushed him to rest against the wall before moving her hands down to fidget around with his belt before opening it and pulling his pants to his feet. as she took her place on her knees, she glanced at his boner before looking up at him and wasting no more time to pull down his boxers. his red tipped cock springing free right infront of her face. as she spit in her hand to pump him before filling her mouth with his cock, making him grunt in reply. a hand of his now on the back of her head to softly bob her head on his length.

"fuck y/n, you're so fucking good for me" he lets out inbetween grunts and moans making her only more wet. moments later she felt his warm load fill her mouth making her look up at him as she swallowed it before coming back up to conect their lips once more putting her hands into his red hair. she let out a slight whine as he roamed her body with his hands.

"tell me what you want me to do" he said the smirk sounding out as he spoke. " i need you inside of me" she replied remaining in a whining tone. "fuck me, georgie, please" she spoke again. "as you wish" he said before lifting her up on the random table in the room, standing inbetween her legs. as he took off her matching green lace panties revealing her swollen wet cunt. throwing the panties on the floor he kissed her, a hand resting under her chin and the other resting on her thigh. he moved his left hand from her thigh closer to her throbbing cunt before making circular motions on her clit, making her moan.

"so wet, just for me?" he said in a mockingly tone. the girl had her head dropped back from the pleasure. "hmm?" he exclaimed wanting for her to answer. "only for yo-" she started saying before he pushed one of his long fingers inside of her. he added a second one making her cum a few seconds later.

"i need your cock" she said trying to still catch her breath. george let out a low chuckle before aligning his length with her entrance before slowly pushing into her. "fuck you feel so good" he said as he moved in and out of her. if they said this wasn't the best sex they've had in their entire life they were obviously lying.

as the girl felt the knot in her abdomen tighten wanting to burst for release she felt herself get weak in the knees as her climax overcame her and made her go dumb not even realizing that george had told her he was close she only felt the warmth leak from inside her seconds later breathing heavily along with george before they started to softly chuckle at what they just had done.

after they had put their school uniform back on they looked at each other with a smile on their face, before parting their ways.

georges hands were both shoved into his trousers pockets one of his hand tightly gripping on the note y/n had written for him.

'next week same time ;)'

[delacoursshp]

Hello, this is one of my first times requesting a story from somebody so I’m super sorry if it’s formatted weirdly and I explained it in a weird way.

But I read your Viktor Krum x reader story, so it made me want to request a Cedric Diggory x Viktor Krum x reader who is Harry’s older sibling. I would love for the story to start with the reader already dating Cedric and they end up going to the Quidditch World Cup, where Cedric overhears the reader talking to Hermione and Ginny about their massive celebrity crush on Viktor and he just smiles to himself and then continues talking to the twins thinking nothing of it, but when they get back to school in the whole tri-Wizard tournament is announced a Durmstrang walks in with their giant sticks (one of my favorite scenes in the fourth film 🤭) Cedric remembers what his partner said at the World Cup but he doesn’t become over protective or self-conscious (I head Canaan Cedric as bi and poly) he just has an idea of trying to at least get the reader to talk to Viktor. After however long they finally do and all three of them ended up having amazing chemistry, ones the Yule Ball rolls around both Cedric and Viktor asked the reader to go with them, they obviously go with Cedric because that’s their boyfriend and Viktor ended up going with Hermione in a (platonic way) but a few hours into the ball Viktor walks over to Cedric and the reader asking them for a dance and Cedric just kind of excitedly shoes them off with Viktor. And you can decide what happens next I would really like if it somehow progressed into the reader sandwich between the two of them I’m also really sorry that I wrote a lot I just read your thing about wanting detailed requests so I made it as detailed as I can and I ended up with this.

I hope you have a great day/night. :)

➥ hi sweet! i adoreee this req, i'm sadly very busy with workstuff so i hope u have the patience😭 i'll definitely come back to this (and to the other requests i've received) when i have the time, so keep a lookout for the fic.. ༻

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sincerely,

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♡

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▹ 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴..

༄ i do NOT write incest of any sort, nor will i write rape/sexual assault.

⊹ if you send a request relating to that, it will be ignored.

༄ writing a story that will hopefully satisfy the asker takes time, so please be patient!

༄ please be specific with your request, bc as a writer, when we receive a request that's not detailed enough, you might not receive a story that was up to your expectations.

⊹ thank you!

-sincerely,

@delacoursshp

[delacoursshp]

How old are you? I didn’t see anything on your about me. Just want to make sure you’re 18+ before I interact w your work

hi luvvv! i must've forgotten then, i'm 19 years old :) i'll put it on my about me rn, thx for reminding me 😇

[delacoursshp]

Hii I came across your fred fic and i have to say that it was really amazing ! I saw that you were taking requests and i was wondering if you were down to write either a victor krum smut where the reader is close to the golden trio and a bit jealous of the relationship him and Hermione have, but ends up being invited to the Yule Ball by Viktor, or a brother's best friend smut fic with Fred where the reader is Ron's best friend and stays a lot at the Burrow and secretely becomes Fred's gf but get caught by Ron and are forced to reveal their relationship.

Have a nice day, sorry if there's any mistakes, english isnt my first language !

oh myy dayss. i love both ideas! i chose the viktor krum smut bc my boy needs more attention. i think this is longer then i wanted it to be, i got carried away😭 but here you go love!

viktor krum x fem reader

"my jealous girl."

- use of y/n, jealous reader, reader is friends with the golden trio, both are of age, yule balllll😍😍

warnings: smut, 18+, doggy, oral (f receiving), rough but loving viktor, love-making, dirty-talk bc we need to hear our mans sexy accent.

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you were sat with your friends, neville, seamus, harry, ron and hemione; the 4 boys were gawping at the triwizard cup. you rolled your eyes at them, and you started a rather hateful conversation about mrs trelawney with hermione.

you never really found the triwizard cup that interesting; yeah, it was cool and yeah, anyone who won the cup would be one of the bravest people alive, but whatever.

a lot of people entered the entrance hall, admiring the blue object. one particular figure caught your eye. the buff, burly yet skinny visitor; viktor krum. your eyes stayed glued on him. yesterday, when he first made his appearance at hogwarts, before you even knew he was an amazing quidditch player, you already had a big crush on him. he was exactly your type. for a split second, his deadly eyes caught yours too. he savagely strutted towards the cup, stepping inside of the age circle.

he dropped what looked like a small piece of paper into the cup, and an enormous flame flew upwards, calmed down and his mates were cheering.

viktor smirked proudly; it looked like his eyes were fixated on you again. you almost blushed, and glanced at hermione, who was smiling at someone opposite of her. following her eyes, you saw viktor again, who was now smiling a lot brighter, and winked at.. hermione? the two didn't break eyecontact, until fred and george caught everyones attention.

you felt a sort of unease rise up within you. it felt like an itch, that you were unable to scratch, or a knot in the stomach that wouldn't let go. the feeling wouldn't go away, and you started to feel like it was becoming visible on your face.

you stood up, muttering a 'see you later' to your friends and hurrying off to the gryffindor dormitory.

you sat down on one of the scarlet red sofa's, grabbing a book and began "reading", although the book was held upside down. your face was heating up, your brows were furrowing and your nostrils stood flared. why hadn't hermione told you something was going on between her and krum? or was there even something going on? well it certainly seemed so didn't it?

tumultuous thoughts relentlessly raced through your head. your grip on the book hardened so much, the pages started ripping.

the bell rang.

you almost forgot that you still had one last lesson today. you dropped the book on the floor and rushed to your next class. everyone was already seated, and you went to sit next to hermione, who was sat behind ron and harry. she looked at you as though worried, as you were taking your books out of your bag.

"y/n, are you alright? you dissapeared just like that, earlier." she had this merciful expression glued on her face, and you smiled and muttered 'fine, i'm fine' to relieve the tension from her sad face, but you also still felt uneasy being in the presence of someone who possibly liked someone you did too.

once the lesson had finished, you stuffed your books and -about the 7th time this day- a work sheet into your bag. you immediately walked off. "hey- y/n! wait up, will you?" ron yelled. great, you thought. just perfect. hermione was the first out of three to catch up with you. "are you sure you're fine?" she asked. you sighed.

"hermione, what is between you and krum?" you spit spontaneously. she looked at you as if flabbergasted, then said, "well, me and viktor are kind of, you know, dating."

'what?' you thought.

"right." you replied blankly, nothing else could come out. they're together? this only made that irritating storm inside you worse, like you were about to puke.

you walked with the three of them to the dorms, staying quiet. on the way, you glanced at one of the yule ball posters. 'now who am i gonna ask?' you thought. of course, there were lots of other boys willing to ask you. but you didn't care. you thought you had a chance with viktor. how stupid, too. of course he'd already have someone, considering his reputation.

you realized the four of you stood before the fat lady, who was whining about something that sounded like 'that longbottom child.' hermione muttered the password and she, ron and harry stepped in, except for you.

"actually, guys, you go ahead. i'm just gonna go fetch neville, he's probably stuck again somewhere." you lied. they nodded in agreement and hermione yelled 'bye!' as the painting closed. the fat lady looked confused at your presence. "my dear, i've already let you in. i don't suppose i have to-"

"no, i'm going." you spoke quickly, not being able to bare another one of her rants.

you made your way down the frustrating stairs. instead of actually fetching a probably struggling neville somewhere, you went to the triwizard cup. you just stared at it, the blue light radiating on your skin. there were barely any people here, most of them still had lessons to attend.

you rested your head on your hand, focusing on the blue flames, waiting for anything to happen; even if it was the most impossible thing ever; viktor krum asking you to the ball.

just then, viktor entered the hall. great. he sat down next to you. you avoided his eyes, but your breathing was far from slow. it was awkward, but comforting. having him close to you. sad that nothing more than that could ever happen, as you wouldn't betray your friend.

then, viktor inhaled. a shaky, sort of inhale. "y/n" he spoke.

'y/n? as in, me?' you thought.

"what?" you said, still avoiding his gaze. it wasn't supposed to come off rude, but you just couldn't look at him. he sighed, in a nervous way, then spoke words you'd never thought would come out of those beautiful lips.

"y/n, would you like to go to the yule ball with me?"

you gasped softly, eyes widened and immediately averting your gaze from the cup, to viktor. of course you wanted to say yes, but what about hermione? you were truly confused. so he wasn't going to ask his own girlfriend?

"viktor," it felt weird to say his name infront of viktor himself. "what about hermione?"

viktor pursed his lips, "we are no longer something. i broke it off with her just now. she was pretty, yes, but i do not want her. i've always wanted you. i know you want me too, right? i see it whenever i am with hermione. your face goes murderous."

you laughed in embarrassment. "oh, please. i don't want you that bad."

"sure, y/n. but... what is it? yes or no?"

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"it's okay, y/n. it really is. he apologized. though you should've told me earlier that you liked him!" hermione assured. you had told hermione everything about what happend. her reaction was relieving.

"i know! i still feel bad, though. who are you going with?" you asked. you truly felt bad that viktor just ended it with her like that. hermione grinned. "oh, no worries, i've got someone." she said mysteriously. you both let out loud laughter at her tone of voice.

"'mione! c'mon, tell me!" you begged. "well, he's a hufflepuff, brunette, handsome. good at quidditch." she whispered. you thought deeply. hufflepuff.. brunette.. good at qui- "DIGGORY?" you gasped. hermione shushed you while chuckling and nodding her head. "we're both some lucky girls, aren't we?"

bang! the door slammed open.

"hermione! y/n! we've already found dates!" it was ron, harry next to him. "i suppose you haven't yet. that's okay, you can take eachother!" he teased, both boys chuckling. "i think all the best guys are unavailable by now-"

"mind you, ron, we've already gotten dates. the best ones, too." you said, grinning.

hermione laughed at rons dumbfounded expression.

"what? who?" ron squeaked.

"i told you, the best ones." you repeated, giggling with hermione.

"pfft, alright then, don't tell me! like i care!" ron said angrily before storming off, a smirking harry behind him, looking back at you and hermione.

you winked at harry then playfully shoo'ed him away with your hand.

"atleast harry got it."

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it was the day of the yule ball. everywhere you went was excited murmuring; girls talking about dresses, boys sharing which girl they were gonna take, and even staff giggling happily.

the lessons were shortened to give students more time to get ready for the ball. once all the lessons finished, you, hermione and ginny rushed to the girls dorm to get ready. hermione wore a beautiful, soft pink gown, a light tint of red lipstick, and her hair done in a glossy, tight hairstyle; your almost empty, abandoned bottle of sleekeazy's hair potion finally came in handy.

ginny was also allowed to go, since she's been asked by neville. she wore a white-beige dress with a gorgeous tiara.

then there was you, you were wearing a long, tight, glimmering dress that revealed your back, neck and shoulders. your hair sat loose, shining. you haven't ever felt prettier.

the three of you admired eachother and giggled, before making your way to the ball.

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you were greeted by viktor, who was wearing a red suit of rough material. "you are beautiful." he said. you smiled up at him as he offered you his hand. you took it, and the both of you walked off to the ballroom with the other contestants and their dates.

after a while of dancing, viktor suddenly took your hand and walked to an empty, faraway space in the ballroom. "viktor, wh-" he shushed you with a deep kiss before you could finish your sentence. his hand crept up your waist and you leaned into his touch. the kiss ended rather difficult and sloppily, since both of you didn't want it to stop.there was a moment of just examining eachothers facial features, lust and need filling the air so quick, that your pants were being heard. your heart was beating so fast you were sure viktor could hear it.

"come on." he said, and you had no choice as he brought his arm around your waist and forced your steps to follow his.

"viktor, are you sure we can just leave the ball like that-"

"shh. in here." he said firmly. he pulled you into a barely lit, small messy room. it looked like an abandoned cupboard. your eyes wandered around the room for a second before viktor had you by the waist again, connecting his wet lips to yours once again.

it didn't take long for his rough hands to slide down to your butt. he squeezed the perfectly round cheeks, making you whimper into his mouth. he kissed you harder, deeper. you backed up on instinct. he followed, still in the what seemed like an endless make-out session. your back was now against the door, and viktor snaked his hand behind your back, easily unzipping your dress. you broke the kiss, gasping for air. viktor now had his attention on sliding your dress off, slowly. teasing.

"viktor.." you whined. it was supposed to be warning, but it came out desperate. and you were. who could blame you, when his lips felt that good.

he bent his head forwards licking a stripe up your throat and then kissing around your earlobe. he sucked on a spot by your jawline, making you let out a high-pitched gasp. "i love your little noises." he whispered into your neck. your dress finally fell off, leaving you in your bra and panties.

"ohh, fuuck." viktor mumbled, as he raised his head from your neck, eyeing your body. you automatically moved your arms to cover up yourself, but viktor grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and held them above your head.

"don't do that. you are perfect." he said, his other hand playing with the waistband of your underwear. you thrusted your hips forward, impatiently waiting for him to give you something.

he chuckled at your antics. he slid your underwear off and turned you around. your hands clawed at the door material, as krums back locked you tightly to the door. you heard the faint sound of a belt buckle unlocking, and you let out a sigh of relief. viktor smacked your butt one last time, making you squeal. you cursed your current position for not being able to see how his pants and boxers slid off. he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, swirling it around the little hole.

"viktor, please." you softly said. viktor chuckled darkly, kissed the back of your neck and held your wrists behind your back. he entered you slowly, the both of you moaning in unison. he stopped at the hilt, pulled away fully, then pushed back inside completely, making you cry out.

"so sexy." he moaned, biting at your neck. he started a slow, passionate pace, which didn't last long. you gasped loudly as he sped up, faster and faster, until wet skin-slapping noises were to be heard.

your moans did not only increase in volume, but in amount as viktor let go of your wrists to hold your throat tightly. your head now fell completely limp onto his shoulders, eyes shut. his other hand moved to your bra, clicking it open and letting it fall off.he played with your breasts, in a way they jiggled every now and then. "fuck, viktor! don't stop.." you screamed, not caring as the music from the ball was far too loud for anyone to hear you.

"thaaat's it. cum on my cock, beautiful." his words sent shivers down your spine, one in particular that sent shockwaves to your core.

he retreated his hand from your tits, lowering it to your thigh. he squeezed the flesh before lifting it up so he was tip was probing at your cervix.

"oh god- ah!" your voice was barely working anymore, as you were close to your orgasm and mainly because of viktor grip on your throat. "i'm, i'm-"

"go on." he said, his voice sounding strained. "please, baby." this sent you over the edge. you shook and choked on your own moans. the feeling was nothing like you had ever felt before. with the little strength you had, you reached for viktors hair and held onto it, to express your gratitude. he grunted in amazement, once again placing kisses along your jawline as you came down from your high. "my jealous girl."

your legs felt like jelly, so viktor muttered a spell that shoved the junk away to a corner of the room, making space for you to lay down. he picked you up and followed you down onto the floor. he was placing kisses all over your body, making you sigh in sensitivity. then he reached your stomach, licking around your navel and kissing it. tiredly, you smiled at him. he grabbed your legs and moved them just slightly upwards, making you wince. viktor then stuck his tongue out, before letting it dissapear into your cunt. "oh, viktor." you moaned.

the new level of overstimulation made you squirm and gasp for air. it felt so good, but it was too much. he licked you clean, his tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, and dancing along your entrance.

"hmmhh.." was all you could let out, as he finished with a kiss to the clit, and sat up on his knees.

viktor watched you intently as you got up on your elbows, too exhausted to move any other muscle in your body.

"look what you did, krum." you said playfully. he just smiled in return, looking rather proud.

"next time, you reward me for it, yes?"

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a/n: no bc, LOWKEY in love rn. i love love loveeee this idea, and i'm so grateful i got to write this. anywayss, hope you enjoyed! <33

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"3…2..1.. DIVE!"

cedric diggory x fem mermaid reader

- use of y/n, reader is in slytherin AND IS A MERMAIDDD, reader is independent, cedric is your cheesy lover, triwizard cup (2nd task) drama, you almost being caught as a mermaid

warnings: nothing

i write quick stories, but dis one felt a tiny lil longer than usual so enjoy😋

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the bell rang. you were so glad to be out of ms trelawneys lesson. she was such an oaf, with her ''ooohh i see potentional murder ahead!" or her 'aahh i see much death in your future!'. like, honestly!

not that trelawneys sayings would've been a surprise; half-blood mermaids were very rare and often seen as demons. and funny enough, you were one of them.

you made your way down the stairs to study in the library.you avoided pansy parkinson and her little group, as they always put themselves in drama and you were never up for that.

once arrived, you yanked about 5 books from a shelf and then seated yourself at a table next to a big window.

you began reading. first book, second book, third book-

ding!

19.00.

you closed the books quickly, put them back and then rushed so fast out of the library, making people turn their heads.you went upstairs, third floor, to the prefects bathroom, then muttered something that sounded like 'pine-fresh' and the painting swept forwards and you quickly stepped in.

there was nobody, as expected, except for the mermaid on the painting onto the wall. you waved politely and she waved back excitedly, looking as if she had missed you really much. you undressed, leaving yourself completely naked, then stepped into the pool.

after what felt like 10 minutes you felt your body heat up, your toes clench really hard, and your breathing quickened. the double eyelids formed onto your face.

what used to be your legs had now shaped into a long dark green, grey-ish shiny tail. your skin turned a little grey too, and your nails extended in length. your iris had become bloodred of colour, and your black pupils dilated until there was just a thin red line around the black dot. you sighed as all the changes finished, and relaxed.

about 50 seconds later, you heard the prefects bathroom opening open. it was him.

you looked up, hoping it was him and not someone else. the painting creaked and there you saw the tall, fit, brunette figure walk through.

"cedric." you whispered in happiness. he smiled at you before sprinting and hastily jumping into the pool.

you squeaked. "cedric!" he laughed, shaking the water off his hair and swam towards you. "well, hello beautiful." he smirked, eyeing your sea creature body. your breasts were practically naked, except for the shell symbols spread around your areola.

"ced. your clothes are wet." you said sarcastically, staring up into his eyes while his arm rests around your shoulder.

"doesn't matter, love. how've you been? mind helping me with the triwizard cup? i think it has something to do with, you know, your kind. i heard sirens when i opened that egg. anyways, i hope they wo-"

you admired him as he kept talking about the upcoming triwizard task. you were so lucky to have him, he never judged you on being a mermaid. of course, he's also the only one that knows about it.

your deadly- (but oddly attractive to cedric) -eyes were caught by cedric as he finished the topic. he stared at you, and if looks could kill, you'd definitely been dead. you leaned your body onto him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i don't know what i would do without you, cedric." you spoke softly. cedric chuckled.

"well, luckily that's something you don't ever have to worry about."

"promise?" you whispered, stroking his arm with your dainty hands.

"promise."

the mermaid in the painting clasped her hands onto her mouth, and her watery eyes blinked dramatically. she wiped them with a piece of seaweed.

cedrics hand that wasn't at your shoulder, trailed down your tail and felt at the texture.

he was mesmerized. he'd seen your mermaid self once before, from afar. now that he sees it up close, it's so much prettier.

you smiled softly, exhausted from reading so long before. you glanced at the mermaid, who winked back at you.

"i love you." cedric suddenly said, what made you turn your head immediately.

"i love you, cedric" you said back, not breaking eyecontact.

"good. fish babies!" he joked.

you giggled and sat yourself sideways onto his lap. your tail flicked up and down in excitement, making the water splash. cedric grinned at your actions. then you locked lips with him, drowning in his taste.

if only this moment would never end.

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[CEDRICS POV)

it was the day of the second task. i was really nervous, but i prepared my bubble charm so everything should be fine.

bagman went on and on about this and that. to be fair, i wasn't listening. i was watching the lake before me, swinging my arms unpatiently.

"okay, enough chit-chatting! now, are we ready, best contestants?"

bloody right i was ready.

"3...2..1.. DIVE!"

an enormous splash erupted from the lake, onto the murmuring crowd. i swam and swam all the way down, trying to find what i was searching for. i didn't know exactly what. i just knew it would be guarded by mermen.

many minutes passed, and i saw 4 vague figures. i swam a little closer, and saw the four figures clearer. they were all tied up, cornered by merpeople.

one of them was a girl with rather bushy hair, next to her a boy with hair so red it looked like fire was burning in the lake, and next to him was a little girl, and right next to her was-

oh no. this couldn't be.

i frowned my eyebrows and my mouth dropped in fear. y/n.

the fact that it was y/n tied up, wasn't the worst thing. it was that her tail showed. a mermaid transformation took about 10 minutes, right? so whoever put her here must have done it quick! or else she would've been killed by them already.. if anyone up there sees she is a mermaid, things could get disgusting.

i examined her unconscious face, searching for any wounds. it was rather hard, curse the bubble charm for blurring my view.

i grabbed a knife i brought just in case from my pocket, and cut the ropes around her wrists. i carried her heavy figure up the water fast, as i felt like time was running out. our heads popped out, and y/ns eyes opened slowly. the first thing she saw was my face. then she looked around, very confused. she saw the water floating around her, and it looked like she was about to faint.

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[YOUR POV]

what? what is going on? you felt fear, anger, and confusion rise up within you. please let this be a nightmare, you thought.

a soaked cedric with a bubble around his head was looking at you, worryingly. when you wanted to say something, but it came out as a whimper, he shushed you. "shh, it's okay, leave everything up to me right now, okay?" he whispered.

"and we have our first contestant up! cedric diggory!". the gryffindors, hufflepuffs, ravenclaws and a few beauxbatons cheered loudly. some looked confused at your slightly new appearance; your grey skin & red eyes weren't hidden. cedric tried to hide you from the crowd.

he grinned at them so nobody would find it off, and then swam to dumbledore with you, both of your bodies underwater, except for your heads.

"sir, she- she's.." cedric tried to make up an excuse to make sure your body stayed beneath the surface. you looked at him, terrified.

dumbledore smiled. "it's okay, boy. i'm not stupid, you know. show her to me."

cedric hesitated, but you nodded, after all, he was the headmaster. what choice did cedric or you have?

you shyly turned around, horrified to see his reaction, but dumbledore kept his same expression. "ah. and so i was right." he said, his eyes twinkling.

you frowned your eyebrows in surprise, looked at cedric, and saw that he was doing the same. "your bubble still functions well, i'm assuming? 2 hours they work, yes?"dumbledore said.

"uuh, yes, sir." cedric said. "turn around, dive, go north, then west, you'll find a cave, go through there and leave the rest up to me."

you and cedric looked at eachother in both relief and confusion, then cedric nodded.-you swam forward, cedric holding onto your hand. a smile crept up your face, as he struggled to keep up with you.

"keep up, tough boy." you mouthed, feeling a little less worried then before.he just chuckled nervously at you. the moment of it was almost romantic, if to ignore the context. you felt a sense of joy, being in your other home, together with someone you wanna spend your entire life with.

hopefully, the next task would be a lot less terrifying.

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