Hi Babes!

Hi babes!

Idk if i’ve been like shadow banned or something, but for a few months I have been posting and not getting noticed. I have contacted the help desk multiple times, and nothing.

My old fics used to get 100+ likes, replies, and reblogs combined. Sadly, now I get ZERO likes, reblogs, and replies.

I thought it was because my followers did not like the new fandoms I was writing for, but I still write for the same ones.

I don’t want it to seem like I am whining or want pity followers. It is just so stressful that I write for myself hoping that it will get noticed, but it doesn’t.

sorry for this rant, i’m just so annoyed and mad. Anyways, I love you all! Drink lots of water and get some sleep!

The Waves: 1

Draco x Reader (female)

summary: you love the ocean, and the feeling of surfing the crystal waves. Draco stumbles in and threatens everything you have built for yourself at the most beautiful resort in Ocean City. But as much of a threat as he is, you can’t help but feel pulled to him.

warning: mentions of drowning

author: I’m very excited about this bc Draco is oddly enough my comfort character. I think it will be around 3-5 parts long. 

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don’t call me yours| ex!r.w x crybaby!reader

word count: 2685

summary: draco hits on you at a party, and ron doesn’t like people touching what’s his

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (kinda), lmk if i’m forgetting anything

a/n: it has been forever since i’ve posted a full fic. I tried to make this one really good, i hope you guys like it. plz remember to like and reblog :)

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The music blasts through the speakers, creating a vibration that moves throughout the entire room. Sweaty bodies pressed against each other, on the dance floor, in the kitchen, everywhere throughout the house. Draco Malfoy’s parties were always like this, hundreds of students from every house, all gathered in the huge manor, drunk and high, just having fun. You sit on a couch in the middle of the room, observing the other partygoers. You weren’t much of a party girl, only ever attending when your roommates dragged you along.

“Is that y/n?”A voice comes from behind you, followed by a strong pair of hands on your shoulders. You shiver at the feeling, never being one for the physical touch of others. Draco Malfoy, party host and the person the voice belongs to, hops over the back of the couch, settling himself very close to you. You send him a small smile, hoping your awkward expression will give him a hint that you’re not really interested.

“Why’re you sitting here all on your own?” He asks, clearly not taking the hint, “A pretty girl like you should be mingling on the dancefloor.” You scoff, shaking your head and keeping your eyes glued to the cup in your hand.

“I’m not much of a dancer.” You reply, hoping he’ll take your second hint and finally leave you alone. No such luck. Instead, the blond moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and making your whole body tense up.

“Me either, I guess we’ll just chill here together.” He says, his face so close to yours that you can taste the alcohol on his breath. Just when you are about to protest, you feel a different hand on your arm, pulling you up from the couch and dragging you away from the blond. You would have been more thankful had it not been for the intense grip the mystery person had on your arm. You still couldn’t see their face, only the back of their head as they lead you through the crowds of students into a secluded area of the manor.

“Excuse me you’re kind of hurting my a-” You stop in the middle of your sentence as your throat grows dry at the sight of your savior. Ron Weasley, your ex Ron Weasley. It had been months since you’d last seen him, as you’d been avoiding him since your abrupt break up. But here he was now, standing in front of you looking just as good as he did the last time you’d seen him, if not better. His hair had grown out, falling just above his shoulders. He was wearing a loose muscle tee that showed off his broad arms in the most perfect way. You don’t even realize that you’re staring till that signature smirk crosses the red head’s features.

“Wanna take a picture, love? It’ll last longer.” He teases, cocking his head at you. You try your best to ignore the twisting feeling in your stomach and the sudden desperate need for water, rolling your eyes at the boy. Ron’s eyes darken at the action, a disappointed tisk passing his lips. He uncrosses his arms, stalking towards you until you’re backed into a corner, his arms by your head trapping you between the wall and his body. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“So, are y’gonna tell me why ferret boy had his hands on what’s mine?” He questions with an unreadable, almost dominant tone to his voice. His face is so close to yours, one move and your lips would be touching. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“No, I'm not yours anymore, you can’t call me yours.” you whine, trying to ignore the arousal pooling between your legs at the thought of being called his once again. Ron smirks, kissing behind your ear, obviously never forgetting about your weak points.

“don’t kid yourself y/n, you know you’ll always be mine.” You whimper at his words, legs almost giving out under you, but Ron is quick to read your ques, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist to keep you standing. He laughs lightly, a mischievous smile crossing his lips.

“You are mine y/n, don’t deny it, it’ll only make things worse.” His free hand leaves the wall behind you, making a small trail up your exposed legs, stopping right at the edge of your skirt. He gently tugs at the fabric, an amused smile on his face, “Such a pretty skirt darling, but it would look a lot better on my bedroom floor.” You can’t hold back the whimper that passes your lips, your brain slowly but surely turning into the pile of mush he’s always been able to turn you into. Ron chuckles at the noise, bringing his hand to grab a rough hold of your face, forcing you to finally look him in the eyes. And oh how you wish he didn’t. Because the instant your eyes meet, a thick fog settles over your brain, and the only thing you can think about at the moment is him.

“Ronnie.” You whine, bucking your hips against his leg which was settled between yours, releasing a broken moan at the feeling of his jeans against your clothed cunt. He smiles, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. His eyes darken when he sees the small wet patch you left behind on his jeans, a low groan emitting from his throat. Your eyes stare up into his, wide and doe like as you move your hips again, silently begging for more friction.

“Needy little thing, no longer putting up a fight?” He teases, his hand slowly reaching under your skirt, fingers ghosting over your dampened underwear. You shake your head, grabbing hold of his wrist and bringing his hand to your center, letting him cup your sex in his hand, grinding against his palm.

“Tell me what you want love, use your words.” He continues to tease you, knowing very well how hard it is for you to express yourself in the state you were in. You simply let out another whine, grabbing hold of his shoulders and moving your hips against his leg, speeding up when you hit the perfect spot. Ron lets you do your thing for a while, admiring the desperation in your voice as small whimpers of his name leave your lips. When he feels you begin to increase your speed, he grabs hold of your hips, stopping you before you can get your release.

“No!” You cry out, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.

“None of that now,” Ron demands, ignoring your protests as he separate’s his body from yours, “I always take care of what’s mine, you know that darling.” Almost immediately, the boy drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your skirt up past your legs, revealing your lace underwear. He groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes face to face with the large wet patch on your underwear, growing by the minute as your arousal continues to seep through the fabric.

“I can pratically fucking smell you, such a naughty girl.” He groans, hooking his fingers at the waistband of your underwear. But he freezes when your hands come to grab his, halting his actions.

“What’s wrong darling?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“Ronnie, there are people,” You reply, gesturing to the still active party going on in the other room, “what if someone walks in?” Ron chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches to his back pocket, pulling out his wand. Whispering a silent spell, he apparates the two of you to one of the many empty rooms of the manor. The one that just happened to belong to Draco Malfoy.

“All good now?” He asks, a genuine tone to his voice telling you that he truly cares about making you comfortable. You nod, smiling down at him as he continues to kneel between your legs at the edge of the king sized bed. He smiles back at you, tapping your knees as a signal for you to spread your legs. You comply without hesitation, leaning back into a more comfortable position, making sure to lean on your arms so you could still keep eye contact. Ron begins to move your underwear once again, this time succeeding in getting them off.

“So fucking pretty.” He says, mostly to himself. Never breaking eye contact with you, Ron trails a single finger between your folds, collecting the arousal leaking from your hole and using it to rub agonizingly slow circles on your clit. Your mind is almost completely blank, the only thought in your head being the feeling of his hands on you, and the need for more.

“Please Ronnie,” You cry, a slow stream of tears flowing down your face, “I want you now.” Ron ignores your pleas, continuing to tease your swollen clit, taking pride in the way your body squirms at his movements, knowing he’d never forgotten how to make you feel good.

“I don’t know,” He begins, a teasing smirk across his face, “it’s been so long, I don’t think you can take me anymore.”

“I can, I promise,” You reply, moving your legs so your foot brushes against the prominent bulge in his pants, “Please Ronnie, please fuck me.” Your bold actions make something snap inside of him. He moves from between your legs, hovering over your body and quickly engulfing your lips with his in a passionate and messy kiss. He settles his body between your legs, grinding his bulge onto your clit, swallowing every moan that passes your lips. He breaks the kiss, straddling your body as he stares down at you with lust clouded eyes. His hands grab at the top of your blouse, ripping it open with zero hesitation, the buttons falling all over the room. His heart swells as he takes in the sight of you. Your lips are red and swollen, your body flushed, tits exposed and waiting to be touched.

He can’t help but groan at the sight, diving down your body to wrap his lips around one of your tits, swirling his tongue in circles around your taunt nipple, using his hand to give attention to the other. You let out a string of high pitched moans, arching your body into his. Though you loved the feeling of his lips on your body, you were growing increasingly impatient, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you for the first time in months. Almost as if he’s read your mind, Ron detaches himself from your chest, focusing on removing his pants and boxers.

You watch intently, mouth practically watering at the sight of his cock as it springs free of it’s confinements, slapping against his stomach. Ron catches this, an amused smirk crossing his features.

“Close your mouth darling, you’ll catch flies.” He jokes, positioning his hips between your legs. He grabs his cock in one hand, using the other to spread open your folds, spitting right on your cunt, the action coaxing another small whine from you. He takes his time, teasing you as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds, collecting your arousal. He holds his cock steady at your entrance, pushing in just the tip before pulling away once again. He continues his torture, ignoring your cries and pleas.

“For godric’s sake Ron just fu-FUCK.” You cry out, your sentence being cut off when Ron finally bottoms out with one quick, rough thrust. Sighs of relief leave both of you at the feeling of being connected in the best way once again. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to get used to the feeling of him inside you once again, the stretch creating a pleasurable sting that runs through your whole body.

“You okay love?” He asks, lightly stroking your hair with his free hand, his other occupied with rubbing slow circles on your clit. You nod in response, unable to trust your own voice. Instead, you buck your hips, silently begging him to move. He takes the hint, moving his cock inside you at a slow but rough pace. Each thrust is hard and deep, the head of his cock brushing against your spot each time.

You don’t even attempt to muffle the loud moans and screams leaving your lips, confident that the sounds of the bustling party just downstairs would suffice as a silencer. Your hands grab at the shirt Ron was wearing, begging for him to take ur off. He complies, removing his shirt with ease, never ceasing his movements against your body. You stare up at him in awe. You’ve always loved the way he looked above you, his face contorted in pleasure and concentration, his hair falling in front of his eyes, beads of sweat rubbing down his flushed body and onto yours.

“Feels so good Ronnie, missed you so much.” You moan out, scratching your nails down his back, leaving a trail of bright red lines in your wake.

“Fuck, I missed you too,” he grunts out, leaning down to place a few chast kisses on your neck, “Taking me so well baby, you always take me so well.” His praise sends shivers down your spine, the coil in your stomach tightening with each movement. You were almost there, you just needed a little push. Putting on your best doe eyes, you stare directly into Ron’s, reaching your arms out for him.

“Kiss me, please.” You beg. He wastes no time complying with your wishes, leaning down to plant a passionate kiss on your lips. You didn’t need him to speak, you felt all the words he couldn’t say. Through the kiss, through the way his cock moved inside you. You felt it. Ron groans out as he feels you clench around him, signaling your close release.

“Y’gonna cum with me darling? Gonna milk my cock till I fill you up with every last drop of my cum, make your belly nice and full?” Ron’s dirty words send you overboard, your back arching off the bed as you cry out, creaming all over his cock. He groans, your release triggering his own as he spills himself inside you till it’s leaking out around his cock, forming a small wet patch on the bed.

Carefully, Ron pulls out, watching mesmerized as the rest of his cum leaks from your hole, onto the bed. He leaves for only a moment, returning with a wet rag to clean you up. When he’s done, he helps you put your underwear back on, handing you his shirt as yours is ruined from being ripped open. He lays on the bed, bringing your body to rest against his. The room is almost silent, the only sounds being that of your breathing and the muffled noises of the party below you.

After a moment, you finally break the silence, playing with his fingers to avoid looking directly at him,

“Ronnie?” He hums in response, looking down at you. You lift your head, meeting his eyes and you’re unable to stop the tears that begin to fall from your eyes. Ron sits up, pulling you into his lap and wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Hey, what’s wrong love, why the tears?” He questions, lightly stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, content at the feeling of being in his hands again.

“Don’t want this to be a one time thing, wanna be yours again Ronnie.” You whimper, letting your head fall into his chest as you sob out at the thought of this being just a hook up to him. Ron’s heart breaks a little at the sight. He cups your face in his hand, making you look at him again as he wipes your tears.

“I already told you love, you’ve always been mine.”

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you’re woken up by the sound of someone screaming, practically falling out of the bed at the sound.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” The person yells. The noise causes Ron to wake up too, both of you tiredly sitting up. You look at the clock next to you, it read 8 AM.

“DID YOU GUYS FUCK IN MY BED?!” You whip your head around to see Draco Malfoy standing in the door way, a disgusted look on his face. Your eyes widen in horror, looking over at Ron who’s face is actually red from holding back his laughs.

“IS THAT CU- OH MY GODRIC GET THE FUCK OUT.”

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Theodore: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Y/N: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Draco: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Y/N, learn to listen.

Pansy: What if it bites itself and I die?

Mattheo: That’s voodoo.

Blaise: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Pansy: That’s correlation, not causation.

Mattheo: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Y/N: That’s kinky.

Theodore: Oh my God.

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