Smutfic: Score! by Jes, SmutArt by Napchic

Another fanart by fucktastic fanartist herself, Napchic! Because how could I not fic the fuck out of this one too? I mean, look at it! See it in high quality (And please do NOT use anywhere else without clear credit to Napchic, or else!)

Score!

by Jes

It was a dare, only a dare, and a not-so-serious one at that; an off-hand comment that may have went too far. However, it had tapped into her desire to please him, or rather to help him please her, because she knew that’s what he always wanted: to bring that part of her - the part that no one else got to see - out, just for him. The look of pride on his face - a look she ached for just as much as he worked to see her lose control - was enough incentive for her lips to twitch into a coy smile, and for her lashes to flutter quite girlishly, making his eyes widen in shock. Congratulating him on a well-played Quidditch match was one thing. But this- this was quite another thing entirely…

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Q:hey could you write a fic in which ron goes back with hermione for their 7th year and he gets restless and they do some naughty things ;) you know, she protests at first but then he convinces her. ron dirty-talk is the best!

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I like the idea of Ron going back to Hogwarts with Hermione, and them getting into all sortsa naughty things together! I cannot write it at the moment, but if any other writers out there want to have a go at it I’d love to read and post here on RomioneSmut! 

Thanks so much for the prompt! :)

Smut!Prompt Fic: Chocolate Thunder by Jes COMPLETE!

mypatronusisacupcake:

FINISHED! Read the entire story all together below. Enjoy! :D

romionesmut:

Fellow Romione writer, Just-Becca, gave me a prompt for a fic: Chocolate. I could have gone playful with it, but instead I got angst. There will, of course, be smut, as that is the challenge.

Chocolate Thunder

By Jes

Flat on her back, eyes shut tight, and not a breath of sleep in sight, she heard it: the first rain drop hitting the shutters outside of Ginny’s window; the light tap of water falling from high above, making Hermione wonder and calculate with no real reason, the distance in which it had to fall. 

A distant rumbling warned of an oncoming storm. Hermione guessed it would reach them sooner rather than later. She sighed and turned onto her side, facing into the room. She could just make out Ginny’s silhouette, and the rise and fall of the younger girl’s chest, deep in sleep. It made Hermione ridiculously jealous, that Ginny could sleep so soundly, through anything really, while she, Hermione, had been restless for at least an hour… for weeks, really.

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Written Smut: Tit for Tat by Just-Becca

Tit for Tat

by Just-Becca

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Author’s Note: Jes passed the “Hermione gives Ron a lap dance” prompt on to me and this turned out way different than I had planned for it to. 

After a long day at work, Hermione exited the fireplace in her and Ron’s two-bedroom flat.

Wanting to change into something more comfortable before she settled onto the couch with a good book, she walked down the hallway to their bedroom.

Upon entering the room, she found Ron standing in front of the closet wearing black trousers and buttoning up a blue dress shirt.

“Hi, love,” he greeted.

“Hi,” she replied.  “Why are you dressed up?”

He stared at her in confusion and then said, “You don’t remember?”

Hermione racked her brain trying to think of what it was she was supposed to be remembering. “Harry’s birthday party,” she said, after a minute. “It’s tonight.”

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Smut!Prompt Fic: Chocolate Thunder by Jes, Part 1

Fellow Romione writer, Just-Becca, gave me a prompt for a fic: Chocolate. I could have gone playful with it, but instead I got angst. There will, of course, be smut, as that is the challenge. Enjoy!

Chocolate Thunder

Part 1

By Jes

Flat on her back, eyes shut tight, and not a breath of sleep in sight, she heard it: the first rain drop hitting the shutters outside of Ginny’s window; the light tap of water falling from high above, making Hermione wonder and calculate with no real reason, the distance in which it had to fall. 

A distant rumbling warned of an oncoming storm. Hermione guessed it would reach them sooner rather than later. She sighed and turned onto her side, facing into the room. She could just make out Ginny’s silhouette, and the rise and fall of the younger girl’s chest, deep in sleep. It made Hermione ridiculously jealous, that Ginny could sleep so soundly, through anything really, while she, Hermione, had been restless for at least an hour… for weeks, really.

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Smut!Prompt Fic: 31 Weeks by Iggity, Part 4

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31 Weeks, Part 4

by Iggity

‘Good,’ Ron said.

Hermione pushed her head up to kiss him and he tangled the fingers of one hand into her hair. Their hips ground against each other and they moaned into the other’s mouth, rutting against each other.

‘Ron, please,’ she gasped. ‘You’ve been gone for almost eight months, will you please just … please.’

‘Please what, Hermione?’

Hermione groaned and thrust her hips up to meet his, making him chuckle.

‘No, my love. Say it.’

Groaning again, Hermione tried to work around saying the words Ron very clearly wanted to hear.

‘Hermione, say it.’

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Smut!Prompt Fic: 31 Weeks by Iggity, Part 3

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31 Weeks PART 3

by Iggity

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Harry had been gone for nearly two hours before Hermione decided to drag herself to bed. She had hoped that Ron would be home mere moments after Harry disappeared, but it was after midnight and there was no sign of him. She sighed in disappointment, her worry elevated since her talk with Harry, and she headed to her bedroom, hoping a shower would calm her down enough that she would be able to sleep. Her ten minutes under the hot water only served to heighten her worry and she shut the water off, climbed out of the shower and started to dry off.

He’s fine. He’ll be home soon, she thought as she slipped into bed, settling down with her head on the pillow that had lost Ron’s scent months ago.

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Smut!Prompt Fic: 31 Weeks by Iggity, Part 2

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31 Weeks Part 2

by Iggity

‘Yeah,’ Harry whispered. ‘Yeah, he should.’

Hermione swayed on the spot.

‘What happened to him, Harry?’

Harry looked at her.

‘I …  I haven’t the foggiest, Hermione. We were all split up once we got to the place and that’s the last time I saw him,’ he explained, resuming the task of removing his jacket.

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Smut!Prompt Fic: 31 Weeks by Iggity, Part 1

I gave Iggity a prompt of “breaking the headboard”, after a very… entertaining conversation via Twitter. As we do, lol! This story will be submitted in parts because I enjoy being tortured by these writers and their cliffhangers. Who doesn’t, am I right?

Thank you Iggity for working your tail off to write this story for RomioneSmut! I am feeling pretty chuffed right now. :D

31 Weeks

Part 1

by Iggity

Hermione Granger was worried. Ron had been on undercover missions before (he was an Auror, afterall), but this length of time was a new experience and she did not fancy it one bit. She was jumpy and there was a twitch in her right hand that she thought she could use to her advantage, but only ended up hurting herself.

Undercover jobs meant absolutely no contact with the team until the mission was completed, and after nearly eight months, Hermione felt she had every single right to worry about Ron Weasley.

‘He’s fine,’ she breathed as she stirred some salt into her dinner. ‘He’s fine and he’ll be home soon.’

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Smut!Prompt Fic by KariAnn1222: Survival 101 Part 4

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Survival 101

by KariAnn1222 (aka musingsofaficfanatic/Kari_FicFanatic)

Part 4

“No. Please don’t stop, Ron.”

Hermione turned her head in his direction as she said the words and was taken aback to find Ron’s lips right there, seeking hers over her shoulder. As his thumb dragged languid circles around her sensitive peek before pinching lightly and repeating the action on her other breast, their mouths fused together in a culmination of years’-worth of pent-up sexual energy and unfulfilled longing. Once un-caged, it was an immovable force:

She was moaning against his lips, her body quaking with fervent desire as she pondered in a removed sort of way how very silky-soft his lips were, how amazing his large hand felt on her body; then his tongue was demanding entry into her mouth, and she submitted, allowing him to penetrate her, the action mimicking another very natural, ages-old act.

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