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deardoiloveyou · 6 months

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Falling asleep on HP boys₊˚ʚ ₊

Notes: Fluff, really really soft, no mentions of smut/violence, takes place during goblet of fire, established friendship

Summary: basically just hp boys crushing over you

Characters: Harry potter (the man the myth the legend), Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy

A/N: when I was making this header i was somewhat giggling bc Draco is the only one smiling while ron and harry look so serious

*ੈੈੈ♡ Harry

After babbling for hours upon hours about quidditch and other topics that Harry just couldn't keep himself from spewing about, the thoughts that kept Harry's mind off of the tantalizing task of opening the shiny egg, you finally began to feel drowsy

A sense of relief washed over you once Harry finally took a much needed breath and paused, yet sadly for you he took that relief away from you again, but before he engulfed himself too much into his one-sided conversation, he realized how droopy your eyelids were becoming, how your breathing was so calm and quiet, and how your head suddenly started leaning closer and closer onto his shoulder until he couldn't do anything about it.

Harry softly whispered, "Sorry, y/n...I must bore you quite a bit"

Your eyes lightly fluttered open, "Not at all, Harry, I love your voice" you said in a quiet whisper

Harry couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not, he never thought such a simple compliment could have resonated so deeply within his heart. Harry of course got attention and praise, but when you did so he felt himself practically melting, he loved you dearly. And you knew it.

You closed your eyes again, moving your hand closer to his until he carefully put his hand on top of yours. The silence was almost comforting, just knowing you were both safe and together eased Harry's troubled mind.

In the end, you both fell asleep and it was an adorable sight to Ron and Hermione, they made sure to gently tease you two about it the next day♡

₊˚⊹♡ Ron

Ron absolutely loves cuddling with you, seeing you comfy and buried in a soft blanket practically melts his heart to the core

So he isn't surprised that by the time he's done ranting to you about how his day went, you were just about to fall into a deep slumber (that might I say was much needed)

Ron got extremely smug once you laid your head onto his shoulder, it was like a scene out of one of those muggle movies, so romantic

Ron did give a soft yet endearing laugh when you reached for his hand, saying, "Oh, darling, do you need sum'fin?"

That was Ron's way of saying "something"

Your eyes slightly widened at the sweet nickname, but you just wanted more of his affection at this point

You gave him a weak pouting face before he gently held your hand

Ron on the exterior was smug but that wasn't the case for what he was feeling. His heart was racing at an abnormal level, he found his breath hitching and his eyes trying to find anything to look at but you - mostly because he was so incredibly flustered

You both fell fast asleep, Harry and Hermione couldn't help but think you two were adorable and that made Ron very flustered

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Draco

Draco was mumbling to you, you were so exhausted you could barely tell what he was saying at this point but you were able to make out Draco saying

"Pottah is insufferable"

Or something else about "stewpid pottah", you couldn't care less at this rate. Your exhaustion started taking over you, you unintentionally started leaning towards Draco's shoulder - which was looking quite comfortable

At first Draco was extremely apprehensive and flicked your forehead to which you swatted his arm, in the end he gave you his "you're an insufferable idiot" look, yet still let you rest on him

Draco's heart was pounding, it felt as though it was about to explode it was racing so fast. Although he kept up his cold exterior, even around you, he couldn't help but melt at your touch

Your warm and soft hand met his cold and tired hands, he flinched at first but realizing you were fast asleep already (so he couldn't lecture you about being "so idiotic", even though you had better grades than he ever did) he just gently placed his hand atop yours

Draco's eyes were lost in exploring you, he never realized how beautiful you were, being this close Draco took the opprotunity to let his eyes wander you for a bit, it was as though he was memorizing every bit of you. He ruffled your hair, gently and ever so endearingly, then his eyes met your lips - and oh my you made him go mad, psychotic even. Draco wanted to kiss you ever so badly, he wanted your lips to crash onto his, alas he knew you could never like him, well at least romantically (or so he thought).

Draco was teased almost all morning having been caught cuddling with you by Pansy, but he didn't care. Draco was replaying that night with you almost constantly, hoping that it would happen again - every night.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading these little skits, and have a good day ♡

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 6 months

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Y/n, over text: Turn around.

Y/n: No, the other way.

Y/n: Wrong way again.

Ron: Where are you??

Y/n: At home, but the idea of you turning aimlessly in circles amuses me.

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sleyu · 9 months

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C U GIRL

PAIRING: RON WEASLEY X READER

GENRE: SMUT

WARNINGS: SEX, UNPROTECTED SEX, PRAISE, CURSING

Hushed whispers and giggles were all that could be heard as the two of you frantically rushed along the hogwarts corridors in search of an empty, vacant classroom.

It had quite frankly started in the morning. You had chosen to sit across from Ron during breakfast, much to his dismay. As you were eating your cereal, you had taken notice of the lack of attention Ron paid to his food and the topic of the upcoming quidditch game Harry was urgently speaking of. Instead, his eyes were fixed on you, in the all-so-familiar dreamy look of his, enchanted by the sight of your face and presence.

Due to the upcoming exams, much of your evenings were spent either in the library or common room revising, leaving little time or focus on your boyfriend or the needs of the pair of you. Here Ron was, facing the dread of quidditch and academic papers, and positively ruined by the lack of you.

And so it started.

Ron deliberately gave up his spot by Harry—much to his confusion—and eagerly stole the free spot next to you, usually occupied by Hermione, who herself, was displeased yet unsurprised by Ron’s cheat. Hermione’s firm, ‘Ronald!’ was left ignored by Ron who sheepishly smiled at you, resting a gentle hand on your upper thigh.

‘Let’s skip transfiguration, yeah?’ he whispered, grinning innocently. You smirked, already familiar with this routine. Pretending to think over his question, you watched his eyes grow wide in expectancy. ‘Hmm, not sure. I heard from yesterday’s class that she’s revising important information. Wouldn’t it be a waste not to go?’

Ron’s eyebrows furrowed, his hand squeezing your thighs for attention. ‘I doubt it. Besides, even if she did, that’s what we have Harry and Hermione for!’ he laughed nervously, awaiting either your approval or dismissal.

You smiled. ‘i’m only teasing. sure, whatever you want, Ron.’ Laughing, you leaned against your boyfriend who had begun bouncing his knees anxiously.

This all led to your current predicament. Ron’s firm grip on your hand was unrelenting, dragging you inside the abandoned and perfectly spacious classroom.

He turned to you, grinning sheepishly, and pulled you close to him, heart skipping as you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him softly. Ron sighed into the kiss, hands roaming up and down your body, from the expanse of your back to a firm, possessive squeeze to your ass.

‘Missed you,’ he mumbled quietly, pressing your chest against his and rocking his hips against yours, groaning softly. His hands reached to the back of your thighs and lifted you on top of the scratched desk.

You pulled away from the kiss, taking notice to Ron’s swollen, pink lips and his equally flushed face. His eyes had become dark and his gaze had become that of lust, intensely staring at your chest. ‘You sure we won’t be caught here?’ you asked, whispering.

He shook his head, handing reaching up to unbutton your white blouse, pausing to look at you for approval, before whispering back, ‘Don’t care if we do.’

Your cunt throbbed as his large hands began groping your chest through your bra. His mouth had become occupied on your neck, giving the skin bruised, open-mouth kisses, desperately attempting to leave his mark. Those marks were Ron’s pride and joy. If it weren’t for his cum dripping out of your ruined, spent cunt after fucking, it was the hickey’s on your neck that solidified and affirmed that you belonged to him and only him.

Much to his disappointment, which was exceedingly apparent by his whines of protest, you had pulled his head away from your neck. ‘We don’t have time—I’m sure filch is roaming around here and there. We’ve got to hurry, Ron.’ you sighed, in an equal degree of anguish.

Ron rolled his eyes and nodded before kneeling before you and spreading your legs, pulling your throbbing, covered cunt to his face. He pushed your skirt to your hips without a second thought, pressing painful bites and kisses to the soft, supple flesh of your thighs.

Your heart rate increased with Ron’s lack of urgency and the press of his fingers against your covered clit. Tugging his hair softly, he grinned and nodded before pulling your panties to the side. If you leaned closer, you would have been able to see one of Ron’s hand’s leaving your thigh to palm his hard cock over his slacks, groaning and muttering curses at the sight of your dripping, puffy cunt.

Standing up, he began to unbuckle his belt before pulling his pants down enough for him to take out his throbbing length. You whined, reaching forward to grip his cock, which twitched upon your gentle touch. Groaning, Ron rutted his hips against your fist. ‘Fuck, see this? Yeah, you did that. You ‘n your pretty face, and those doe eyes.’ he sighed shakily.

You whined, guiding his cock toward your fluttering, needy hole. ‘Can’t wait any longer. Need you inside me,’ you mumbled.

Nodding, Ron brushed away your hand before lining his cock with your cunt, suddenly pushing inside with little warning. You cried out, biting the back of your hand in an attempt to silence your voice in response to his intrusion.

Ron grunted, throwing his head back before looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. ‘Do you know how long i’ve been waiting for this?’ he whimpered.

‘How long I’ve been jerking myself off thinking about this cunt? Thinking about your sweet fucking sounds?’

You shook your head, mouth open and eyes watering at the feeling of his cock brushing against your sweet spot, deliciously stretching out your already spent hole that had severely missed his nightly routine.

As Ron thrust in and out of your cunt, he buried his face in your neck, deeply breathing in the scent of your shampoo, nearly intoxicated by the smell. ‘so sweet—so fucking sweet.’

In between pressing feverish kisses alongside your neck and jaw, he’d whimper out sweet nothings, thanking you for letting him take you out in the open so suddenly. ‘Such a good girl—fuck—my little fucking princess.’ he’d gasp. ‘Love you so fuckin’ much.’

Feeling a sudden warmth in your chest from not only your high approaching, but also his confession, you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing him further into you, causing the pair of you to gasp.

‘Love you too, Ron,’ you whispered shakily, feeling your boyfriend’s hips begin to stutter at the approaching feeling of his high, your cunt throbbing and closing in around his fat cock in anticipation of your orgasm.

Ron pulled away from your neck and pressed his forehead against yours, looking down, watching the pair of you connect as he rutted into your pussy. He whined at the sight of your cunt just barely taking in his fat cock, all swollen and abused because of him.

His hand finally reached down to rub the nub of your clit, grinning wolfishly at the sound of your loud, sudden cries. ‘That’s it, honey—fuck—cum just like that,’ he grinned. ‘Doing so good for me, yeah? You look so pretty like this.’

And just like that, you felt your stomach clench and your pulsating hole clamp around his cock, finally cumming all over his leaking member.

It felt fuzzy for a while. Your brain had practically gone numb from your orgasm, leaving you too far gone to register ron’s loud groans and pants, only focusing on the feeling of his seed filling you up, and the wet, lewd sounds of his cock thrusting into your wet, dripping cunt stuffed full of the mixture of both of your juices.

‘So, so good. wanna keep filling you up forever—fuck.’ Ron felt himself go dumb, mindlessly thrusting his overstimulated dick in and out of your pussy, the warmth too addictive to pull out from despite the pain he felt. Nevertheless, the sight of your closed eyes and heavy pants pulled him to realization. He laughed softly at your whines, pleading him to fill you up again, before he pulled his pants back up, fastening his belt.

Due to the classroom setting—which Ron eventually realized its inconvenience during the aftermath of sex—he hesitantly put your panties back on your body, slightly cringing at the sight of them becoming damp to the lack of adequate clothes around to wipe you clean.

‘Ah, sorry, love.’ he whispered as he dressed you once again, fixing your skirt and buttoning your blouse, occasionally pressing loving, doting kisses around your face in an attempt to bring you back to proper consciousness.

Alas, your head simply rested on his chest as you closed your eyes, sleepy as usual after sex. You felt yourself flush as Ron lifted your face so that your eyes could meet. What amused you was how shy he became after completely rearranging your insides. You felt your heart swell at the sight of his flustered expression and red ears.

‘Let’s go back to my dorm, okay? I can take care of you there—or—on second thought—do you think the prefect's bathroom would be better—’ you cut his sheepish rambling off with a soft peck on his lips before pulling him into a gentle hug, to which he enthusiastically responded to, wrapping his arms around your frame, projecting his warmth onto you.

‘Let’s do prefects bathroom. Round two there?’

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rainydayathogwarts · 7 months

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Hiiiii um I really need needy ron Weasley x f!reader.

I need hastily pulled into an abandoned classroom out of nowhere bc he misses you and needs to give you head :3

wc: 1.3k

warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f!receiving), naked dry humping, handjob.

It was all because of these stupid N.E.W.T exams that you took oh so seriously. Had you cared as much (or little) as Ron did, he wouldn't have his head laying in book pretending to work whilst Harry and Hermione studied around him wishing that he was with you instead. To him it's not only been hours since he'd seen you; it's been days, weeks, months, and he couldn't possibly be craving you any more.

"Ron. Ron! Oh dear, what's his problem?" He hears Harry chuckle at Hermione's words, his attention now completely on Ron. "You alright mate?" Ron only shakes his head with a groan, looking up at his friends who stare at him with two very different looks on their face. "Are we missing a certain someone?" Teases Harry, who yelps when Hermione hits him on the shoulder with a book. The two start bicker and Ron gets up, deciding to leave to his dorm.

Once he's there, laying down on his bed, he longingly gazes at the polaroid of you with your arms wrapped around him, giving him a big celebratory kiss for his first ever Quidditch win while the rest of the Gryffindor house cheered for you. He whines, lightly rutting his hips into his mattress. He needed you. Now.

To his luck, the next day was a Saturday - famously known as the Hogsmeade day at Hogwarts, meaning the halls would be mostly empty. Unfortunately for him, it meant that you would be using the unusual silence to your advantage and study until the rest of the students came back from their trip. So when he spotted you in the hallway, rummaging through your tote bag as you made your way to the library, he quickened his pace to catch up to you.

"Hey baby." He spoke when he caught up to you, finally slowing down, panting slightly. Your head shot up in surprise and you grinned, looking at you boyfriend. "Ron!" He quickly looked left and right, then decided the hallway was empty enough to give you a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into your neck. "Hey sweetheart." He murmured, the sound muffling against your skin.

You pulled away from him slightly to press a soft kiss against his lips, and that's when he snapped. His hands migrated to grip your hips tightly and he opened his mouth slightly, licking your bottom lip for access. You gasped, eyes shooting open in shock when Ron slipped his tongue in your mouth, before you closed them, allowing yourself to enjoy the short moment. You were panting when Ron pulled away, but before you got to ask him anything, he was grabbing your hand and dragging you into the first empty classroom he could find.

You didn't have time to process what was happening as Ron muttered a quiet locking spell, before wrapping his arms around your waist once more and picking you up, placing you on closest desk he could find and falling onto his knees in front of you. "Ron!" You gasped, trying to get a hold of his wrist as he dragged your underwear down your thighs. "Shh baby, it's okay." He stated, dipping his head under your skirt. His arms hooked under each of your thighs, spreading them wider for him and he blew cold air straight into your core, causing you to shiver, your face flushing pink.

Your hands gripped his hair tightly and you bit back a moan as soon as Ron started leaving open mouthed kisses on your thighs, taking his time with you. The second you whimpered a small "please" his composure broke, and he moaned loudly, immediately pressing his mouth against your naked pussy. He sucked harshly on your clit and dipped his tongue into your entrance, feasting on you like a starved man, as though he had never tasted you before.

You pushed his head deeper into your core, allowing him to eagerly lick deeper into your folds, as your legs started to tremble. Ron groaned into you, muttering "Let me hear those pretty moans darling", which caused you to practically melt around him, the moans you were holding back now coming out of you with no way of being stopping. Your legs squeezed tighter around his head, and your hips rolled against him, but Ron's strong arms spread them wider, and the cold air to hit you, sending your hips bucking into him.

He flipped your skirt up, allowing you a clear view of Ron shoving his face into you, his nose rubbing against your clit perfectly. You whined, throwing your head back, starting to incoherently beg "Please, please Ronnie." Ron moaned into you at the use of the nickname only you were ever allowed to call him. He focused on your clit, suckling on it desperately as he brought down one of his hands from your thighs, immediately inserting two thick fingers into you and pumping them at an unforgiving pace inside you.

He cured his fingers so they hit your g-spot deliciously and you cried out, tears starting to form in your eyes. "Please, please" you chanted, your legs beginning to tremble at the overstimulation on your more vulnerable parts. Ron was vocal about his pleasure, the vibrations from his groans sending you over the edge. You tugged at Ron's hair, legs clamping shut and back violently arching while he rode you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing down inside you as he said words of affirmation to you. "There you go sweetheart, you did so well darling."

Ron sighed in satisfaction when he pulled his fingers out of you, the hand still on your thigh caressing you slightly as you caught your breath. You looked down at Ron and whimpered at the look of admiration he gave you, your orgasm covering his face, with his red hair sticking to his forehead.

You tried reaching for his shirt to pull him up, but understanding what you meant, he got up from his knees, proudly displaying he tent in his trousers, and cupped a hand around the back of your neck to pull you into a sloppy kiss. You moaned at the taste of your own juices, and pulled Ron in deeper, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You grabbed at his shirt, almost losing balance from your place on the small desk, and tugged him closer to you, his boner now flush against your bare cunt. "Fuck y/n" he groaned, his hips moving against you on their own. "At least take your trousers off" You whine, fiddling with his belt.

Ron's hand take their place to undo his belt, toying with the button on his pants while you take your turn leaving kisses on his neck, sucking on the soft spot under his ear while he whimpers, freeing himself from his constraints and immediately beginning to grind his hips against yours, the tip of his dick catching on your clit, making you both moan in unison. You buck your hips into his, moaning when you look down and see how desperately Ron tries to get himself off.

Your hand comes up to his face, and you push it towards you until you can slam your lips against his, your other hand fisting at his dick. Ron moans loudly when you start moving your hand up and down, squeezing him at the shaft. He humps his hips up into your hand, his mouth opening as he gasps a moan, deepening the kiss while doing so, and you feel him releasing onto your hand and his abdomen.

You expect him to pull away from the kiss so he can catch his breath, but when you try moving away from him, his arms wrap tighter around your waist, impossibly deepening the kiss before he finally separates from you.

"I fucking love you." He pants, his head leaning on your shoulder, and despite everything, you giggle, kissing his soft cheek, before saying "I love you too."

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whorediaries-09 · 21 days

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i‘m craving rom weasley smut and im so happy you’re taking requests!!😩

how about ron x girlfriend!reader having passionate and hottttttt sex in the kitchen one night while they’re visiting his family. they have to be quiet because one thing about their relationship is, that they’re almost never casting a quiet spell because it’s just so exciting if there’s a possibility of being caught🤭

just imagine her on the counter and him pounding her and it’s soooo hard to be quiet!! and apparently they weren’t really that quiet because the next morning fred says „how’d you two sleep?“ with suuuuuch a big smirk on his face👀

ughhhh i love this request so much ⭐❗ ron was actually my first fictional crush. hope you like this!

heaven and back;

pairing- ron weasley x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- it's like that one scene in where harry and ginny were caught kissing and george was like 'morning'-

little train

' she went to heaven and back now everything is turning to black.'

the ache in your core began during dinner, when ron had been eating with one hand, and the other one buried deep into you. he slowly rubbed circles upon your clit, pumping his fingers in and out simultaneously. it made you squirm in your seat, and he surely enjoyed watching you hold back the pretty sounds from your mouth as you tired not to combust in front of his family and your friends.

but he had teased you, all through out dinner, 30 minutes of pure torture, just to leave you withering with anger and not make you finish. every time you'd feel the coil about to snap, you'd clench your thighs and the walls of your cunt and he would draw out his hand.

and by the look on his face, you could understand he did it on purpose. he enjoyed the game. two could play the game, you decided, so you changed into your 'night clothes' to join harry, ron and hermione for their usual conversation after dinner.

it was a soft silk night slip dress in burgundy. it was lined with black lace. it ended just above your knees. knowing molly wouldn't allow any of the girls to sleep along with the boys, you'd decided to wear the dress, to be a tease and take a little sweet revenge.

it had resulted in an awkward boner and a distraction to him. he sat painfully, the ache in his groin prominent, the bulge of his pants a few minutes away from being visible. he was too immersed in trying to hide his bulge that eve hermione beat him at chess. with an excuse of being tired, he called off the night, going to sleep.

you had thoroughly enjoyed the redness of his face and how visibly hot he was. if it weren't for going to bed, you were sure he'd turn into a tomato with steam rising from his ears.

but the ache in your core persisted, and try as hard you might, you couldn't get off yourself. so that's why you were awake in the middle of the night, dreaming of your boyfriend's fingers knuckles deep into you, as he wrecked your body, putting you away from the pain.

the ache travelled from your core to your throat, as you slowly gulped. you were thirsty. and the last jug of water was emptied by ginny. so you decided to be crawl down the kitchen, drink some water and sneak back right in.

initially, that had been your plan.

you surely didn't expect yourself to be sitting on the kitchen counter with ron's cock buried deep into your cunt as he pounds into you. he wraps your shaking thighs around his waist, letting him feel better, letting him go deeper.

'k-keep quiet,' he whispers into your ear. the slow sensuous way he speaks contrasts with the rough pace he wrecks you. you nod incoherently, burying your mouth into the crook of his neck, your mouth clasping onto the skin, trying to silent the moans that beg to be echo from your lips.

'just cast the s-shit- spell ron-' you say, as he removes your face from his neck, holding you by the throat. he presses onto your arteries slightly, letting the oxygen flow into your head admonish. he grins, pressing his sweaty temple against yours,

'no honey, what's the fun in that?'

the big pleading eyes of yours does nothing but turn him on further, as he rubs circles on your clit, making your toes curl and back arch. he hits your sweet spot just right, and paired with the the ruthless circles on your clit, the coil bubbles intensely within you, wrecking you slowly.

'f-fuck, so g-good. just there, ron please don't stop,' you scream, shame thrown out the window. he breathes you in, letting out a small gasp as your walls convulses around him.

'i don't fucking plan to stop,' he promises, chuckling darkly. you bite your lip, feeling the nerves tug your veins, the sensations colliding to create a beautiful ecstasy that bubbles within you, shimmying through every crevice of your body.

you scream his name, chained with obscene words as you release, the euphoria of the orgasm gripping you slowly, ruining you slowly. he releases himself deep inside you, his white hot orgasm painting your insides.

he brandishes your face with kisses, helping you off the counter and helping you clean up. with a final kiss on your cheek, he wishes you a goodnight as he descends to sleep.

the morning breeze is cool. your back still hurts from the weird juxtaposition you'd been last night, getting your brain fucked out by the one who has his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer to his body.

he's warm, the result of wearing the jumper his mum had knitted him last christmas. his fingers are wrapped around his cup of freshly brewed tea. he sips on it slowly, letting the taste wander on his tastebuds, enjoying the silent peace.

it doesn't long though, when his older brother, fred shows up. he's chewing on a piece of bread, a big smile- no smirk on his face.

'what are ya so jolly about, this morning?' you ask, humming slowly. he stands beside ron, pressing his shoulder upon his.

'well good morning to you too. it's not a crime to be jolly now is it?' he winks. you chuckle.

'good morning, fred,' ron grumbles, rolling his eyes. fred's smirk deepens as he replies,

'good morning ickle ronniekins. how did the both you sleep?'

he knew.

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juneberrie · 9 months

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thinking about ron with a gf who loves lipgloss. him subtly getting her to talk about her favorite brands and shades. him saving up money to buy her new ones. him letting her try them out on his arm in stores.

thinking about ron with a gf who hates storms. him letting her crawl into his lap and hide her face in his neck. him slowly rubbing her back and kissing her temple. him wrapping a blanket around her, whispering reassurances. him putting on her favorite movie and turning the volume way up so that the storm is just a distant white noise. him shutting the curtains so she can't see the flashes of lightning outside.

thinking about ron with a gf who plays an instrument. him sitting nearby her while she practices, watching her in awe. him raving about her to all his friends, so much that harry hits him upside the head and begs him to shut up. him letting her rant about whatever piece she's learning.

thinking about ron with a hopeless romantic gf. him saving up his money to buy her chocolates and plushies and jewlery. him picking flowers from random people's gardens and showing up at her door with them. him rolling his eyes when she wants to watch romcoms but sitting with his arm around her, smiling.

thinking about ron with a girlie gf. him twirling her around like a princess. him watching her do her makeup in the mirror reflection. him treating her like a princess, because that's what she is and that's what she deserves.

#weaselbee (liz's version)#liz's writing ♡#ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #hp fluff #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley imagine #this is about ME. very self indulgent <3

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niya-writesshit · 8 months

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hey! pls can i request bfb!ron where you've tried to keep it a secret from ginny that you and ron have been secretly hooking up. maybe with fluff and/or smut? whatever your comfortable with <3 thankss

changed this to secretly dating!

TW: smut, mentions of sex, mostly fluff

word count: 323

it was no secret you and ron were close.

however, something that was a secret was just how close.

"bloody hell, y/n. fuck," ron panted, grabbing your head to keep it on his dick. you hollowed out your cheeks as you felt him twitch, ready to swallow whatever he was about to release. "holy, love. m' gonna cum."

you nodded quickly and waited for him to cum - to throw his head back and shoot those ropes of white down your throat - but instead ron pushed your head away. he held a finger up to his lips, eyes darting to the door. you heard soft footsteps and then a knock. "shit." you whispered, throwing ron his boxers and scurrying over to the door.

ginny stood in the doorway, confused expression on her face. "didn't realize you were up." she murmured as she pushed past you and came into the room. you glanced back at ron, but the sneaky bastard had closed his eyes and was peacefully "snoozing" on the bed.

"yeah, well." you watched ginny perch on the edge of the bed. "i wake with the sun, y'know?" you gestured to the rays of sunlight that had begun to filter through the windows.

ginny's eyes darted around the room, clearly suspicious. "could've sworn i heard ron's voice."

you shook your head. "nope."

ginny humphed. "you are a horrible liar, y/n," she sang, prancing out of the room and closing the door behind her. you watched the door a little longer and felt a pair of hands snake around your waist.

"that one was close." ron smiled down at you while you flipped over to face him.

"not like you helped," you huffed. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head down, you leaned in for a kiss. ron's hands travelled down your waist before picking you up by your legs and letting them wrap around him.

you pulled away for a breath, yelping when ron grabbed you by the face and kissing you again. your fingers trailed through his hair, letting the ginger locks wrap around your fingers. ron moved so you were pressed up against a wall. his lips connect with your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. he gave you another peck on the lips before pulling away and smiling. "love y-" all of a sudden, the door opened with a bang and ginny's voice rang out. you jumped in ron's hands and let him drop you to the ground.

"you guys are horrible at this."

#ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley headcanon #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley smut #niya replies !#harry potter #harry potter smut

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delacoursshp · 9 months

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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.

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?"

"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."

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.

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?"

.・。.・゜✭・

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

.・゜゜・

- sincerely,

@delacoursshp

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urwhorecrux · 2 months

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headcannons of ron crushing on reader who's one year above him???

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ ron x older reader headcanons.

summary. you're in 7th year and ron is in his 6th.

warnings. fluff, barely age gap (ron 16, reader 17.)

Hermione met you in a random after school club, and after that you quickly became friends and she soon introduced you to ron & harry.

Ron hadn't recognized you at first but he was sure that he'd seen you around the castle.

When you told them you're close to graduating they realized you were a 7th year, which made little to no difference to them.

Weeks with hanging out Ron began growing closer with you, loving your presence and constantly asking Hermione when she'd bring you around again.

You were both either always on "study hang outs" at the library or relaxing by the black lake, but those study dates really consisted of him staring at you, trying to hide how flustered he was when you reach over to draw on his page.

You began growing closer as best friends, and you'd constantly tease him while arguing and insisting your right by saying "I'm older so I know better".

As you get closer to graudation around spring, Ron knew he had to confess his feelings or else he'd only see you during the holidays, while you might be with someone else.

He asked you out after a quidditch game, on a picnic date to both your favorite spot, the black lake.

It was quiet but something you both knew you wanted for a long time.

He ate messily but also tried to be clean, but the whole time he was also a blushing mess.

From then on you both dated, even though you had no classes together he walked you to every class, not wanting to let you go as he hugs you tightly and placed kisses all across your forehead.

Nobody in your year cared so much, but when they noticed you began becoming happier they assumed you were dating someone in your year, but they soon found out it was Ron Weasley as you kissed him at a gryffindor party after a quidditch win.

He goes to your graduation, he makes Molly make you a gift basket and a scarf with your house colors and initials.

He takes soooo many pictures at your graduation.

At your graduation dinner he finally meets your parents, and they literally love him so much and welcome him over anytime over summer.

During your graduation dinner his thoughts get to him and he slowly begins overthinking, worried about you being on your own and only seeing him over breaks or even doing long distance, worried that you'll find someone else who has all the time in the world for you.

You reassure him that he's all you want and that when you buy your own house/apartment that he's always welcomed over break and he's even more comforted by the fact that you leave drawer space for him.

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slytherweasley · 8 months

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Play fight (Ron Weasley x reader)

Warnings: male receiving head, swearing

Summary: y/n and Ron often play fight, most times Ron disappears to the bathroom for a while and they act oblivious to their feelings but this time y/n makes a move on her best friend.

You lay on Ron’s bed cuddled up in his arms as you take a nap together. Ron had come back from Quidditch practise so you had the afternoon together. The two of you were completely exhausted from the long week you had.

Ron had woken up first but he let you sleep. You stirred in your sleep as you slowly woke up. “Good nap?” He asks quickly making space between the two of you “very good” you stretch out towards him.

You and Ron aren’t dating but you’ve known each other since you were children. You were completely comfortable around him that included cuddles and pecks on the cheek, you craved more but neither of you wanted to potentially ruin your friendship.

You try to cuddle back up with him and he reluctantly gives in “what’s wrong? Sick of my cuddles already?” You pucker your lips moving them towards his face to tease him as he avoids your kisses. “You’re so clingy” he jokes.

Your teasing turns into play fighting, his hands wrap around your arms as you try to fight each other off. He moves his body to straddle you his knees digging into the mattress. You reach up to grab his biceps trying to move him but he’s stronger than you. Your next move is to wrap your legs around his waist, you use your strength and eventually he collapsed on top of you, you keep your legs wrapped around his waist and flip yourself around so you’re sitting on top of him.

You move the hair out of your face and see Ron’s red face and you realise what you’re doing to him, usually it’s easy to ignore as he rushes off to the bathroom for a few minutes but this time you can feel his dick pressed against your ass. “Everything okay?” you ask “yeah fine I just need to go to the bathroom” “I’ll come with you” “No” he says “it’s fine I need to pee” “you should stay here.”

“Ron, stay. I’ll take care of you” “I don’t know if it’s a good idea” “I want you, I know you want me too so let’s just try” you lean down to press a brief kiss on his lips. As you pull away from the kiss his lips pull you back in, you both pull away breathless.

“Here. Sit down on the bed” Ron sits down and watches as you get down on your knees in front of him “bloody hell” he says nervously “relax” you tell him. You felt exhilarated it was probably an adrenaline rush. You had never had experience in anything like this before and neither did Ron.

Your fingers slip under the waistband of his pants and underwear as you pull it down in a swift motion. Your spit on your hand and move it up and down, you look up at Ron as he’s watching you carefully.

You open your mouth and use your tongue to lick from the base to the head, Ron lets out a small moan. You wrap your lips around his tip and make your way down as far as you can. Your head moves up and and down at a comfortable pace.

Ron had never seen you like this before. He’d only thought of you in this way in his imagination when he’s alone but he didn’t think you’d even know how to give a blowjob. You’re not innocent per se rather inexperienced considering Ron was the only guy on your mind.

Usually he thinks of you as pretty and beautiful and gorgeous but you’re a whole other level when you’ve got his cock in your mouth.

You started going deeper occasionally gagging but Ron seemed to like the feeling. You feel Ron’s body start to relax and his demeanour changes “feels so good.” The longer you’re sucking on his dick the easier it becomes as it becomes wet.

Ron moves his hand to your head and starts stroking your hair. “Fuck I’m so close you probably want to pull out” he warns but you continue “fuck” Ron groans as he finishes in your mouth.

You swallow and take your mouth off his dick with a popping sound. “Bloody hell, I think I just experienced heaven” he says pressing a kiss to your forehead and lips.

“Where did you learn that?” He asks “I didn’t, I honestly was just watching you and seeing what worked.” Ron lays down beside you on the bed “I’ll try not to rile you up again” you say as he holds a tight grip around you keeping you in his arms.

“So, do you think we might work?” You ask nuzzling into his neck “yes considering I don’t think I’ll ever want to let go of you” you press your lips to his. “Our parents are going to go wild” you say “we should probably think of another story about how we got together” he suggests “I think that’s a good idea.”

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siriusblackloml · 7 months

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Day 2 - Ron Weasley (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 600+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: slight dom/sub implications, hickies (MDNI 18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 3

The fluffy blankets engulf your body in a state of calmness. This part of the day was your favorite; where both you and your boyfriend Ron would come together and just lie in one another’s peace and tranquility. It gave you time to meditate after such a stressful class schedule. Without a doubt, it also gave you enough time to develop the willpower to actually do homework at a later point. But when you and Ron were so wrapped up in one another's minds, it was times like this where nothing else in the world mattered. Only him.

And today, he was to make sure that you would focus on him and him only. Ron had you underneath his body weight. Not enough to crush you, but enough to pin you in place while he kissed you softly. While your bodies were clashing together amongst the soft sheets of your bed, you giggled loudly and held onto Ron’s shoulders as his lips traveled to your jawline. “Ron, you are so cheeky, you know that?”

“Hm?” Ron questioned, lifting his head up to look you in the eyes. He playfully batted his eyelashes in a way that made you giggle even more. He was such a dork; but at the same time, he knew exactly what he was doing. You knew it, too, but you didn’t dare stop him. “What’s wrong, love? Are you saying you don’t like me kissing you?”

You shake your head, laughing again as his lips attach themselves to your jawline again. He sucked softly at the skin, spit trailing from your jaw to your neck as he ventured further and further down. You have to briefly close your eyes the moment his mouth is hovering over the sweet spot in your neck. Trying to control your breathing as to not get away the immediate turn on that was firing up your body, you casually say, “I love them, Ron. You’re just acting so silly right now-”

Your words are cut off as a soft moan elicits your mouth. Ron had started to kiss the crook of your neck even harder, pulling the skin in between his teeth to leave a mark. Your lower half was positively throbbing with excitement as he kissed your neck over and over again. This kind of skin on skin contact was what made you eager for even more.

Ron notices the way that you had stopped talking. He smiles into your neck, leaving multiple kisses and whispering, “I just want to mark you up so badly, Y/N. Let everyone know you’re mine.”

You weren’t against the idea, per say. You didn’t want to necessarily look like a scamp around Hogwarts, though. At the same time, you loved being able to show off that you belonged to Ron Weasley. You loved knowing people would be able to look at your neck and just know he probably pounds you senseless every night for hours on end, leaving you a broken mess by the end of every session. Your heart beats out of your chest and he starts to suck harshly at the skin again, making you moan loudly.

“F-Fine, just a couple though.” You tell him as you continue to zone out, letting Ron attack your neck over and over again.

Later that night, you look in the mirror and nearly gasp at the sight. Your breath hitches and your core tingles with excitement at the look of your neck. It was colored with blues, purples, and hues of red up and down the sides. Ron had done a number on you, all in order to prove to the school that he owned everything about you. He had done a great job at it. Almost too well, if you had to be honest with yourself. How on earth were you to cover this up for classes tomorrow?

Then again, you weren’t supposed to, were you?

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deardoiloveyou · 5 months

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HP boys' pet names for u ₊˚⊹♡

Notes: fluff, pet names used, heavily referencing goblet of fire,

Characters: harry pottah, draco malfoy, ron weasley, weasley twins

Harry

Harry just looked at you lovingly through his fogged up glasses, it was a cold and snowy day, the perfect weather - to you at least. Harry's cold and numb fingers entangled with yours,

"You look lovely, beautiful."

You couldn't tell which was better. The fact he called you beautiful or that he complimented you, as embarrassed and flustered as you were - it couldn't top Harry's amount of flustered feelings towards you.

Although he gave you his usual toothy grin, he was screaming internally. Your hands were so tender to his - and your cheeks were flushed with a pink the shade of your lips, it was so perfect.

You replied bashfully, hoping you didn't sound too awkward, "Thank you, Harry... you look just as lovely."

Harry thought he was about to pass out - and not from hypothermia. A compliment? From you? Oh my gosh, he was gonna be escorted to Madam Pompfrey's again. (You visited him there often, as he seemingly made Madam Pompfrey's infirmary his second home).

"Shouldn't we get back inside now? I'm sure you'll want to find out what your last task is..." The mention of the tournament left him sick - although he had been successful with the last tasks, it was all narrowly avoided punishments. You knew this of course, but you also knew that Harry, himself, was incredible just on his own. Harry loved you for this so very much. He wanted you to kiss him ever so badly, so when you softly pecked his cheek with those tender and soft lips he couldn't stop staring at - he wanted to run away and never look back.

"Hey, I love you, y/n"

Draco

"Yeh jus' so pretty, love"

You were semi-bickering with Draco about how often he just sits there and stares at you, his eyes all soft, he couldn't stop smiling when around you.

" Merlin's beard, Draco, look you're doing it again..."

Draco looked at you again - with those soft and brain melting eyes, "Huh? What am I doing again...? Sorry, love" Draco looked at you obliviously, clearly zoned out and letting his eyes wander you eternally.

You held up a pretty good argument, but when Draco used the nickname "love" for you, ugh, you just lost it. You wanted his hands to intertwine with yours, never letting go, only warm and joyous feelings entangling between you two. Well that was at least your first instincts, but you had to resist - right? Well suddenly your entire grumpy expression lifted and now it felt like a joke to you, so stupid actually, you just wanted to throw yourself into Draco's arms.

Apparently this feeling was very obvious to Draco because before you could even attempt to start up your argument again - Draco kissed you. So passionately and hungrily, he was kissing you as if it were his last dying wish. You pulled away - panting, you had almost completely forgotten why the two of you were arguing in the first place.

"Draco- stop... you can't solve all my problems just by kis-." Before you could finish your sentence, Draco wrapped his arms around you.

"Let's just forget about it, love?" Draco just wanted to feel your touch. He could never get enough of you, and he would never get tired of you saying "I love you", which he so desperately wanted you to say.

You rolled your eyes, yet you still grinned mischievously. You couldn't hold back anymore, gently wrapping your arms around Draco, you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. You truly loved each other.

"I love you, y/n."

Ron

Ron was used to your affectionate behaviors', as well as your sweet nicknames for him (although he did not like Ronnie-kins), so he liked returning back the feelings. Yet you never seemed to expect him to say,

"G'morning, sweetheart."

Your face completely flushed with red. You wanted to reply - but you seemingly couldn't. Butterflies felt like they were caught in your throat, you heard Ron give you sweet names before, but this? This was a whole other story. Sweetheart? He was gonna make you melt.

"Mornin', darling"

That was the only response that you could choke out. Ron's plan had completely backfired, well somewhat backfired. You were now both flustered and completely red in the face. Ron wanted nothing more than for you to pull him into a fluffy embrace, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss Ron. As if you were both reading each others' mind, you closed the gap between you two and pulled Ron into - not just an embrace, but a kiss.

The way you were both so incredibly shy after pulling away is something neither of you could comprehend. You were certainly a bright shade of red Ron had never seen before (might I say it was a brighter red than his hair). Ron felt like a dizzy mess even though he'd been up for an hour.

Ron finally took a breath and said,

"Ugh, for merlin's sake, I love you, y/n."

Weasley Twins

Both Fred and George took pleasure in giving people nicknames, Ronnie-kins was definitely one of your favorites (it was amusing to see Ron turn from hotheaded to bright red at the nickname). So, you weren't particularly surprised whenever Fred and George shortened your name in an adoring way, but you were certainly surprised when the Weasley twins said,

"Ah, hi, angel!"

"Oh, hello, sunshine!"

Merlin's beard. You thought you were about to pass out. The affectionate shortening of your name was already enough to make you turn a shade of pink, but this? This was going to make you go crazy. So, in turn, you wanted to make them go crazy as well.

"Hi, loves"

Well, instead of the twins turning the bright red you were, they just smirked and looked at each other with those same mischievous eyes. Before you could even question them as to what they were planning, Fred gave you a soft kiss on the cheek and George hugged you from behind, further turning your cheeks the same shade as your cherry lips.

Before you completely lost your voice in shock of what just happened, you managed to spit out,

"Ugh, for merlin's sake, I love you..."

"Both?"

"Both, right?"

You smirked and just rolled your eyes, you still nodded your head to the twins' delight.

A/N: I'm so sorry I've been on a mini hiatus, so much stuff has been going on and it has been stressful to say the least!! Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed these mini fics, and of course, have a lovely day<3

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 16 days

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Hermione: If I fall…

Ron: I’ll be there to catch you.

Fred: *looks at George* What if I fall?

George: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Harry: *watches these two interactions*

Harry, to Y/n: And if I fall?

Y/n: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

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sleyu · 9 months

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all i everrrr think abt is post argument over something like reader being too close to a male friend and reader being oblivious to it, n ron being lowk a lil mean abt it but he ends up feeling badd w makeup sexxxx after & soft cuddly ronn

nooo because i just saw a tik tok about this exact scenario (it was the harry potter boys react to videos<3) where you wake up late for class, and ron, who’s already sitting in the classroom waiting for you, wondering where the actual hell you are, sees you walk in late with another boy who just so happened to be late as well.

buttttt we all know ron and how jealous he can get. his jealousy prevents him from abandoning any form of reason and he automatically becomes suspicious and assumes that there’s something going on between you and that guy. you sit down beside him and before you can even smile or say ‘hi,’ to your flushed boyfriend, he immediately pulls you close and whispers, ‘who the fuck was that and why’d you both come in late.’

actually, you’d be lucky if ron actually communicated his curiosity and jealousy, because the more likely scenario would be him brushing you off and rolling his eyes every time you’d speak to him. and you would be so confused :( you woke up late, didn’t get to have breakfast or kiss your boyfriend good morning, and now he’s being a big fat meanie ? the atmosphere in the room where the two of you would be together would be simply tense. ron would either glare at you, and when he relieved you of his scowling, he’d begin glower menacingly at the boy who walked with you to class.

he genuinely doesn’t care about the idea of it being a mere coincidence if he was already in a bad mood. he gets sooo possessive, especially when he gets regularly taunted by the slytherin’s for literally everything, but ever since the two of you began dating, he just feels extra threatened and is scared that someone is gonna steal you away :( the thought of some guy even being within 5m radius to you is enough to make his blood boil and his cheeks flush.

eventually, he gets soooo antsy that he corners you in an empty corridor and demands you to tell him who he was and why you would miss your daily walks to walk in with some other guy. what’s nice about ron is that it doesn’t take much to reassure him on the spot. all you really have to do his wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, emphasizing his height, and press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. your doe eyes, combined with a cute little pout on your lips, plus the slight tilt of your head in confusion is enough to have him apologizing for how he acted throughout the day :(

‘i’m sorry, love, it’s just—ah—i’m tense and—uh—i really missed you this morning,’ i’m sorry but he can’t communicate for shit so it’s better to just cut him off with a kiss and let him express his sorry to you physically.

hhh makeup sex with ron is so good because even after making up with him, even after all the apologies and reassuring, each thrust of his hips feels so territorial, as if he’s trying to engrave himself inside you, claiming you for himself. even though he whispers that he’s sorry and that he’ll try his best to control his feelings next time, you can still tell that the way he’s pounding into you is almost as if he’s trying to prove a point: that you’re no one else’s but his and that nothing in the world could take you away from him.

he’d groan in your ears, slow his pace to kiss you on the lips, ‘all mine, yeah? you’re all for me, y/n, aren’t you?’ HHHH

he hates himself for it, but he gets such a kick out of how small you look and how big you make him feel as he’s fucking you. your mewls, the way your eyebrows furrow, as if you’re almost overwhelmed by his size and each rut boosts his ego to the max and only makes him want to fuck you harder :( you just looks so pretty and ronald weasley is a firm believer in the fact that pretty girls deserved to get fucked well !

and you best believe, he’s leaving hickeys all over you. maybe not in places where other people can see (despite however much he wants to show the world that your his, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it if the twins or anyone else caught sight of the marks he left on you), but all over your breasts and inner thighs. it gets him going that he’s the only one who will ever get to leave marks in those places.

and let’s not forget his big finale. you best believe that after some good makeup sex, he is definitely cumming inside you. ron’s breeding kink is something we can discuss next time, but seeing his cum drip out of your abused, swollen cunt is the icing on the cake for him. as said in my previous ron fic, it completely solidifies and affirms the fact that he’s the only one who will ever be able to do that, and in years time, he dreams of getting you pregnant with his children to show the world that you’re his forever </3

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luvsfics · 2 months

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Just thinking about walking up at the burrow in boyfriend!ron’s arms, his holding you tightly by your waist as he snores softly into your ear.

The smell of sausage and bacon and every breakfast item you can think of filling your nose along with the cinnamon aroma the house already had. It pulls you from Ron’s arms and down the stairs, thankfully he’s a heavy sleeper.

You tugged down the large sweater you wore of Ron’s, it was embroidered with a yellow ‘R’ in the center, and it was one of the coziest things you’ve ever worn. Seeing as your boyfriend was massive, it covered your entire body and reached down to your mid thigh.

You tip-toe down the squeaky steps and into the kitchen where Molly is cooking up breakfast. There were already pancakes, biscuits, bread, toast, bacon, sausage, pastries, eggs, and so much more on the big table.

She stirred up a silky white liquid in a bowl, “oh, good morning darling!” She turned to you as you took the last step down the stairs. “Good morning, Mrs. Weasley!” You gave her a kind smile.

“Sleep well?” She asked, as she continued to stir the mixture. “Well, sleeping next to Ron can be a bit rough.” You joked, which earned you a laugh.

“Need any help?” You asked, moving next to her by the counter to see some discarded Berries in a bowl and a floured counter top.

“If you could just continue to stir this while I get these buns out that would be delightful.” She said as she set the bowl down in front of you. You nodded, taking the whisk and began stirred the icing to the buns in the oven.

Molly took out the buns and set them on the stove to cool, the cinnamon and sugar filled your nose and brought a smile to your face.

“Let me go grab some oranges from the garden, dear.” She said before waltzing out the door. A few moments later, big hands wrap around your waist and pull you into their front.

A kiss was pressed to your neck before they sat their head on your shoulder. “You left me..” Ron grumbled into your ear as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

You giggled, “your mother’s cooking just smelt too good.”

He sighed, “don’t blame ‘ya. Best cook on earth, I tell ‘ya.” He smiled against your shoulder. Your clothed back was pressed against his bare chest and his ginger hair was messy and tickled your neck.

He dipped a finger into the icing and stuck it into his mouth, “Ronald!” You scolded, pushing him off with your shoulders. He laughed and he backed off of you.

He leaned himself up against the counter next to you and his gaze bore into the side of your face. You turned to him and saw his eyes practically burning holes into your face, anxiety filling your stomach.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You questioned as you rubbed your cheek to try to find anything.

“No, you’re just the most beautiful girl in the world. Do you know that?” He said with a growing grin.

You rolled your eyes and your lips broke into a shy smile, “Oh shut up.” Your eyes moved back to the glossy icing-filled bowl.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, a hand slapped your ass, making you jump, “you’ve got an amazing arse too, love.” He grinned.

“Ronald!”

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