#ron weasley fanfiction

[sleyu]

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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[latoyalestrange]

public service announcement

r. weasley x f!reader

SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP-- LOOK AT HIM!! LORd HAVE MERCY!!

summary: drunk!ron catches someone flirting with you at a party. chaos ensues.

words: ~0.7k

warnings: fluff, swearing, drinking, ron being so devistantingly in love with you that it hurts

it could've been that he was in the gryffindor common room, but all ron saw was red. he'd left you for two fucking seconds to get you a drink and some ballsy seventh-year hufflepuff had made his move. he stood in between dancing bodies, plastic cups starting to crinkle in his muscular hands. harry placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but his blaring gaze didn't shift from the two of you.

"merlin, ron, relax. they're just talking." ron still didn't say a word. he was waiting for the moment this guy went too far. you were smiling politely at him, engaged in what he was saying.

"look at the way he's looking at her. it's pathetic," he spat, his tone pure venom. then, it happened. as if time slowed down, he could see the hufflepuff's hand graze your arm, trailing a gentle finger down to your wrist.

"oh, shit--" before harry could act, ron had already taken a furious step towards the two of you, but he had to stop himself when he saw your reaction. with a sweet smile still plastered to your face, you pointed in his direction. reading your lips, ron understood when you said "that's my boyfriend". his gaze shifted to the boy standing opposite to you, who's face shown utter defeat.

in that moment, ron would've believed you if you told him his drink was spiked with love potion. his heart felt like it was fluttering in his chest as you waved at him innocently.

"oh, merlin..." he gaped at you adoringly. he'd never felt such pride. he'd entirely forgotten he was angry just moments before. harry rolled his eyes and went to join hermione on the other side of the room, just a few feet away from you on a couch. the hufflepuff caught his attention as he left. he watched him walk away until he was across the room, at which point, a vacant table usually used for games caught his attention. his eyes flashed back to you, then to the table again.

"ron, no--" you were too far away, he was already planting his feet on the table when you finally reached him. he'd already started to draw the attention of the partygoers.

"attention everyone!" his booming voice caught any straggling eyes, and now they were all on him.

"ron, please stop, please get down--"

"this woman here," with one swift motion, he scooped you up with his free arm and brought you up to join him. your face flushed a deep shade of red that you tried to hide in his chest as he continued. "--is off limits. just to save anyone else who didn't know the embarrassment." his words were followed by a beat of silence before someone broke it with a 'weasley is our king' chant. you were thankful it was later in the night and mostly everyone was incoherent at this point. you looked up at him beaming proudly at everyone below, his strong arm remaining draped around your waist.

"ron?" he shifted all of his attention on you with satisfaction in his eyes.

"hm?"

"can we get down now, please?" your little voice tugged at his heartstrings and he instantly felt terrible for embarrassing you.

"right, sorry, love." he stepped down first, then turned to hold your hand as you joined him on the solid floor again.

"i could've told them that, you know. i was doing a good job already," you joked, letting your head fall to his shoulder as he intertwined your fingers.

"but look at how efficient that was! no guy will go within fifty feet of you now, just watch." making your way over to the fireplace, you fount two empty spots on the couch next to harry and hermione.

you scoffed and shook your head, "when have you ever cared about being efficient?"

"never," he answered honestly, chuckling. you rolled your eyes as your two friends laughed with him.

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[whorediaries-09]

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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[slytherweasley]

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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[imajinxnation]

Yule Ball

Harry Potter Boys x FEM!READER

SUMMARY // Your yule ball dress and how the boys react to your astounding beauty😘

TW // Fluff, Poly!Fred&George, FEMALE READER..

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NO INCEST ON FRED & GEORGE'S PART!!🤢🤮

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Harry Potter

When he first sees you walk into the room, your blood red dress swaying as you walk with confidence, he is stunned into silence. All he can do is give a goofy smile and admire your beauty as speaking is not an option unless he wants to say something embarrassing.

Ron Weasley

Oh Christ.. As soon as he sees you, it takes his brain a minute to fully comprehend the absolute goddess standing in front of him. When he finally snaps out of his daze, he gives this really dumb laugh and smiles, blushing before looking down at the ground, not wanting you to see him looking like a fool.

Cedric Diggory

Once he sees you in this gorgeous, innocent yellow coloured dress, he smiles, his hand out for you to take as he asks you to dance with him. He looks cool and calm on the outside.. but he is screaming on the inside at how flawlessly beautiful you look, and also hoping that he won't embarrass himself tonight.

Neville Longbottom

Most people would probably think he'd be the most foolishly in love out of all the boys, but I disagree. He would smile gently, his eyes lovestruck as always when he sees you. He acts pretty normally around you other than his constant smile. He's not freaking out like the others because, in his eyes, this is how you always look; like a goddess.

Fred & George Weasley

The fact that you look like an Angel next to these to mischevious demons is no coincidence. All three of you have agreed that your their Angel to their Demon. So when they saw you in this pure white dress, they laughed, knowing what you were going for, while also staring at you with so much love in their eyes.

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[kmt123whatsthetea]

The brother’s wingmen

Ron Weasley x reader

Requested by: @technicallyfreephilosopher

You have attracted the attention of Ron, the younger brother of your bosses.

Note: This is a one off fic. If anyone requests a character that is not on the list, I will not write it

A/N: I agreed to write this to set myself a challenge of writing for someone else. I want to start writing for others (those on the list). I incorporated two of my favourite things. Fred Weasley and George Weasley. I'm also sorry that this took so long. My motivation just plummeted. I’m also sorry to the requester who’s username isn’t letting me tag

T/W: Ron not being good with the ladies, Twins acting as wingmen (yikes), Unprotected sex, riding, Ron being dominated a little,

Ron had always been proud of his brothers.

Being related to the best pranksters at Hogwarts was a blessing more than a curse. People knew you and your name was synonymous with mischief (and Ginger hair). Nobody in the family was shocked when Fred and George opened a joke shop, it was the one thing that they were the best at.

The smell of plastic and fresh paint filled the store on the day of the grand opening. There were even journalists with the Daily Prophet to document the opening of a new store in Diagon Alley. Everyone wandered around the shop in awe at the various colours, sights, and smells. Fred and George were as pleased as punch at their blooming business.

Ron found his way to the small shelf of sweets and bartered with his older brothers for a discount, and then trudged to the counter after being charged double. So much for family discount.

Every situation has a good and a bad side. For Ron, the bad bit was being charged double for something that would last him 5 minutes. The good, however, was the cashier. She was stunning.

Ron put the box onto the counter and stared at the woman. His blush was almost as bright as his ginger locks. The cashier rang the item up on the till and smiled at his expression.

Remember the different sides to every situation? A new negative side was that Ron was being watched by his older brothers…

…Who had caught onto his little crush on their employee.

Fred and George were mischievous, and that didn't change when it came to their younger siblings.

Fred slid up to the cashier and gave Ron an evil smirk.

“So Ronny, what do you think of the new store? Everything’s looking pretty good, don't you think?”

George sauntered over to stand next to Ron on the other side of the counter.

“If you want to give anything here a try, you just have to ask”

Ron was mortified. He looked over at you and saw your face. You didn’t know that the twins were implying anything. They were your mischievous bosses, this was natural.

Ron just turned and walked quickly out of the store, leaving behind an oblivious cashier and his annoying older brothers.

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A few days later, Ron came back when you were just finishing work. You noticed him tucked away in the corner, like he was hiding from you.

As if, like magic, one of your employers appeared behind you.

“You know, Ron could really use your help. He wanted to show you something upstairs in the flat”

You were a good employee, and if your boss’s brother wanted something, you were happy to help. Fred called Ron over and whispered something to him about you wanting to show him something upstairs.

So the both of you made your way up to the flat, believing that the other had something to show.

The twins knew what they were doing, that's why they lit some candles and covered the floor with rose petals before telling you to finish up your shift. They would be their brothers wingmen.

But where they saw themselves as Cupids, Ron saw them as winged pests. Both you and Ron were beyond surprised at the romantic display. But it all started to make sense when the front door lock clicked behind you both.

Ron panicked and tried pulling the door, getting angry when he heard his brothers laughing from the other side. Ron pulled his wand out, but then it dawned on him. This was his chance. Maybe he could try and pick up line or two and hope for the best.

He turned back to face you and found you sat on the sofa, a rose petal in your hand. He sat beside you and cleared his throat.

“You know, roses smell pretty, but they don’t smell as good as you do”

His mouth had taken over before his brain could.

“W..What I mean is…you smell great. Not that I know how you smell! You look as good as a rose, but..but better…”

It took him a minute to realise that the reason his words weren’t coming out anymore was because your lips had sealed his. His whole face went as red as the rose petals littering the carpet. His hands found your waist as his lips danced with yours. The longer the kiss went on, the hotter the room seemed.

When you both pulled away for air, your leg was draped over his leg and hand had moved higher up your back to your bra clasp.

In a flash, your hands were fumbling with his belt clasp, surprising Ron with your eagerness. But he didn't mind, he liked that you were taking what you wanted. When his belt was open and his trousers unzipped, he helped you to pull his cock out from his underwear.

You straddled his waist before reaching under your uniform skirt to pull your underwear to the side. Ron spat on his hand and stroked his cock, lubing it up before helping you to sink down onto him, impaling yourself.

Your hand had to cover his mouth to stop the loud moan that left his lips. If his brothers were shrill listening in, they'd have a field day with teasing Ron. You kept your hand over his mouth as you lifted your hips, keeping the pace steady. Ron tried to get you to move faster by squeezing your hips and bucking up into you, but you stopped him.

Every time he tried to take control of you, you took it from him with a manner so sweet it didn't feel like a surrender. Eventually, he gave you the reins and sat back. His hands on your waist to hold you close, not to urge your movements. You kept your bouncing light, as if any harsh movement would break the man beneath you. His breath was hot and heavy against your palm, his cock pulsed inside of you signalling how close he was.

You kept your eyes on his, giving him gentle words through unspoken words. And that's when he let go.

His cum painted your insides while his muffled moans and groans barely escaping from behind your hand. You could hear his whimpers slowly getting louder while you used him to get off. He tried pleading, begging for you to cum to stop the overstimulation that you were putting him through.

Your walls squeezed his cock, causing his eyelids to flutter. Your juices coated his thighs, leaving a sticky reminder of the evening. Your body collapsed onto his, your hand finally leaving his mouth. The air is filled with the sound of heavy panting, until there was a bang at the door from the twins.

“Are you two love birds finished yet?”

Maybe one more round wouldn't hurt.

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[honeybow]

I have a cute idea for a Ron Fic where he takes polyjuice potion and fills in for Harry’s classes for a day - when he’s in charms a Hufflepuff girl asks him (as Harry) “you’re Ron’s friend right?” And then he gets flustered and wants to meet her as himself because no one ever thinks of him first he’s always “Harry’s friend” not the other way around

POLYJUICE

omg i loved this idea i’m sorry if i didn’t write it how you wanted!

she/her - fluff ☁️

It felt strange, watching the Polyjuce potion do it’s magic. Harry had begged Ron to cover for him for a day, and after he promised some big favours, Ron couldn’t turn the offer down.

The day had dragged on, and Ron wasn’t the most academic anyway. He almost couldn’t remember why he agreed to do an extra day of school. The worst was potions by far. He got bullied enough by Snape as himself, and it only got worse as Harry. Looking back, though, he supposed it was all worth it. Because he met her.

He already knew of her, of course. She was (y/n) (l/n). She was a Hufflepuff, known for how sweet and kind she was. She was also drop-dead-gorgeous, so obviously Ron had never spoken a word to her.

Ron arrived late to Charms, mentally apologising to Harry as he walked in. Apparently, the seating arrangements had been changed, and (y/n) was now sat next to Harry. Lucky git.

She smiled at him as he sat down, and Ron had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Of course she was into the whole ‘boy who lived thing’. Who bloody wasn’t!

“Hello.” She whispered, smiling cutely. “I’m (y/n).”

“I’m R-Harry.” Merlin, she was making him nervous. He tried to avoid making eye contact with her after noticing that she has very pretty eyes.

“I know.” Of course she did. “Because you’re Ron Weasleys friend, aren’t you? He used to sit next to my friend in Potions. She always said he was so funny. I always hoped I’d get to talk to him one day.”

Ron felt himself blush. She knew Harry because of him? No way. Maybe she was a muggle, that would explain it. (y/n) wanted to talk to him! Merlin, how he wished he didn’t look like his best friend right now. No one ever thought of Harry as Ron’s best friend, it was always the other way around.

“I- uh- I guess I could arrange… that. You two, y’know, meeting.” Ron fumbled with his words, feeling the tips of his ears growing red.

“Oh, would you! Thank you, Harry. That’s so nice.” She grinned, and Ron felt winded. She really was beautiful.

“You won’t tell him, will you?” Her face dropped, and she looked nervous.

“Tell him what?” Ron was confused. Girls are so weird. Why wouldn’t Harry tell him? How are they supposed to meet if Harry didn’t tell him.

“That- you know… well, maybe next time I see you talking, I’ll come over and talk to you and then you can introduce us?” She nibbled at her lip nervously. Ron tried not to stare.

“Can’t you just, like, go and introduce yourself after class?” His confusion overtook however flustered he might feel.

“No! He might think I’m weird.” She leant a little closer and lowered her voice. “I need to make a good impression.” Ron felt his heartbeat quicken as she drew closer.

“I-I don’t think he will, (y/n).” He mumbled, sure that if he was in his usual body he would be bright red by now.

“Just introduce us next time you see us, okay?” She looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Sure.” He smiled to himself.

They talked more throughout the lesson, and Ron weirdly felt himself getting jealous. She was laughing at his jokes, and even though it was actually Ron dressed up, she thought she was talking to Harry. The whole thing made his head hurt.

As they left the classroom, (y/n) stopped him with a soft hand on his arm that sent tingles throughout his body.

“Remember to introduce us, okay!”

Merlin, she really wanted to meet him. Why on earth would she want to that badly? She just spoke to the boy who lived, and all she could talk about was his best friend. Maybe he shouldn’t introduce himself. She obviously had something wrong with her.

“Why do you want to meet him so bad?” He mumbled, only half expecting her to hear.

“You haven’t guessed? If you promise not to tell him…” She spoke quietly, with a conniving smirk that still somehow made her look sweet, and Ron nodded eagerly.

“I think he’s cute.” She giggled.

He was sure that his entire face was purple by now, and his palms grew sweaty. There’s no way a girl as pretty and nice as (y/n) would like him!

“Hey, Harry. Your hair… it’s starting to get really light. I didn’t notice that before. Some parts are almost ginger.” She looked confused.

“Oh! Yep, let Neville try out a new spell and it didn’t really work, so- you know, uh, I’ve really gotta go now.” Ron panicked, if she realised, she would never want to go out with him.

He sped off, cheeks flushed and heart racing for more reasons than one. As he watched his features come back in the mirror of his dorm, he smiled slightly.

“You thought about what favour you want from me yet?” Harry asked, watching Ron turn back to normal.

“I think I have an idea.”

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[vilentia]

First Valentine's Day

Ron Weasley x reader

Summary: Ron Weasley's first Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, filled with laughter, love, and magical moments.

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In the hushed, frost-kissed corridors of Hogwarts, where whispers of magic and the echoes of laughter intertwined, a special day dawned. It was Valentine's Day, a time when even the most ancient stones of the castle seemed to pulse with the warmth of heartfelt confessions and the sweet nervousness of young love. For Ron Weasley, this day held a particular kind of magic, one that had nothing to do with spells or potions. This year, he wasn't just Ron, Harry Potter's loyal sidekick, or the sixth Weasley child. He was yours, and you were his, a fact that filled his heart with a blend of pride and nervous anticipation.

The morning found Ron pacing the common room, his palms sweaty and his mind racing. He had planned everything to the last detail, inspired by a story he had heard from Fred and George, albeit with a gentler, more personal touch, knowing well the difference between a prank and a gesture of affection. He had wrestled with his nerves, a bouquet of flowers in one hand—charmed to stay fresh and fragrant—and a box of Honeydukes' finest chocolates in the other, their contents a mystery even to him, hoping they would suit your taste.

You found him there, amidst his pacing, a smile playing on your lips at the sight. "Ron," you called out, your voice a soothing melody against the backdrop of his frantic heartbeat.

He turned, his face lighting up like the dawn. "Hey," he managed, voice cracking slightly, the simplicity of the greeting belying the depth of his emotions. "Happy Valentine’s Day," he said, thrusting the gifts towards you with a mix of eagerness and bashfulness.

Your laughter, light and genuine, filled the room, easing the tension from his shoulders. You accepted his gifts, admiring the flowers before opening the box of chocolates, each piece crafted with care, an assortment of flavors that spoke of thoughtfulness and a desire to please.

"Thank you, Ron. They're beautiful," you said, your eyes meeting his, a spark of shared joy dancing between you.

Encouraged, Ron took a deep breath, his next words tumbling out in a rush. "I thought, maybe, you'd like to go for a walk around the lake? I mean, it's cold, but it's also kind of nice out, and I thought—it might be nice. Together."

Your agreement was immediate, the promise of shared solitude more appealing than any crowded celebration.

As you both strolled, bundled in your scarves and coats against the chill, the conversation flowed more freely, touching on everything from the mundane to the magical, each word weaving a tighter bond between you.

At one point, Ron, in a burst of bravery fueled by the day's significance, reached for your hand. His fingers were cold but his grasp was warm, firm yet gentle. "You know," he began, a hint of mischief in his voice that belied his nervousness, "Fred and George once tried to convince me that the giant squid in the lake was actually a disgruntled mermaid transformed by a botched potion."

You laughed, squeezing his hand in return. "And did you believe them?"

"For about a minute," Ron confessed, his ears turning a shade redder, "until Hermione overheard and gave me that look of hers. You know the one. Makes you feel like you've lost a few dozen IQ points just by being in the same room."

The image of Hermione's exasperated expression brought another round of laughter, echoing softly across the lake's frozen expanse. The ease with which Ron shared stories, including those that poked fun at himself, endeared him even more to you. It was a vulnerability, a willingness to share his unguarded moments, that made the day feel even more special.

As the path wound closer to the water's edge, you both stopped to admire the view. The lake, a mirror to the sky above, reflected the cotton-candy hues of the setting sun. It was a breathtaking sight, one that lent an air of magic to the moment.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you murmured, leaning slightly against Ron.

He nodded, his gaze not on the lake but on you. "Yeah, it is," he said, the depth of his feelings clear in his eyes. Then, taking a deep breath as if mustering his courage, he added, "You know, I've been coming to this lake since first year, but I've never seen it quite like this. It's like... being with you makes everything seem... better. Brighter."

Your heart fluttered at his words, the honesty and raw emotion in his voice striking a chord within you. "Ron, I feel the same way. Being with you, it's like finding a piece of myself I didn't know was missing."

For a moment, there was silence, save for the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the distant calls of birds returning to their nests. Then Ron, with a tentative yet hopeful smile, leaned in closer. "So, does this mean we can make this a tradition? You know, coming here every Valentine's Day?"

The question, asked with such hopeful earnestness, brought a smile to your lips. "I'd like that," you answered, your voice soft but filled with promise.

As the walk came to a close, Ron found a secluded spot, a private oasis amidst the vast grounds of Hogwarts. He turned to you, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of affection and earnestness. "I'm really glad I get to spend today with you," he said, the words heavy with sincerity. "I know I'm not the best with words, or... well, a lot of things, but being with you makes me want to be better. For you."

Your heart swelled at his admission, the simplicity of his words more precious than any grand declaration. You stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and whispered, "You don't have to be anything more than you are, Ron. You're already more than enough for me."

And in that moment, with the fading sunlight casting a golden glow around you, Ron leaned in, his kiss a sweet affirmation of the feelings you both shared, tender and hesitant, yet full of promise. It was a perfect reflection of your first Valentine's Day together—simple, genuine, and utterly unforgettable, a cherished memory in the making, set against the backdrop of the magical world that had brought you together.

As the day faded into evening, with stars beginning to twinkle in the sky like countless tiny lanterns, you and Ron made your way back to the castle, hand in hand, hearts full.

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[slayingqueenchal]

supportive friend | Ronald weasley x fem!reader.

summary : you have been nothing but nice to ron.. Until he makes you upset.

warnings : angst, fourth year, YULE BALL IS HELD AFTER SECOND TASK.

"Harry Potter's stupid friend" The thought of ron saying that lingered in Harry's mind.

"Why can't you.. Talk some sense into him" Harry told you, making you nod "I tried Harry, but.. You know how he is, but he'll catch up soon enough, y-you can't possibly stress about him again, the first task is tomorrow"

Ron was always, how do I put it, the second choice, probably because of how many siblings he has.

It was pain in the ass, trying to convince ron to tell Harry about the dragons, so you and Hermione told him yourself.

You had a thing for him, that's why you care for him more than you care for basically anybody else.

After him and Harry made up, you were relieved. Relieved that you didn't have to comfort ron all day because of his insecurities, though, you liked comforting him.

Cuddling was something you, Harry, Hermione and ron used to do, Harry and Hermione let that go, but you and ron didn't.

You starved skin contact with ron, which is weird, but it's sadly the truth.

You were worried when you searched for ron and Hermione and they both weren't there. Harry told you that professor McGonagall called them, but it didn't stop you from worrying.

The next day the two were no where to be found, but you had to be there with Harry to be his emotional support.

"You'll be okay Harry, goodluck" You hugged the anxious boy, trying to make him feel more relaxed, but there was no difference.

You began to ask where your two other friends were, and only receiving 'I don't know'

Until, Cedric came up first with Cho, then Krum with Hermione.

You immediately rushed to her, hugging her, not caring if your robes would be wet.

"I thought you were gone! " You laughed, giving her a hot towel. "I thought so myself, professor McGonagall suddenly put a sleeping spell on us! " Hermione giggled.

But, the time ran out, and neither ron nor Harry was there, until to heads popped up. "Ron! " You gasped.

It was ron, and Gabrielle. You helped the two get up to the platform, along with Fleur.

"Oh my Lord ron! " You laughed. "Bloody hell, y/n it's a crazy story! " Ron shivered "professor McGonagall-", "you can tell me later, youre literally cold, come" You grabbed his hands.

You still wondered where Harry was, well, he did, show up, in a rather shocking way.

After getting the towels, you both came back to Harry. Before you could speak to him, Fleur immediate kissed Harry on the cheeks, and Ron too.

Your stomach fell into jealousy, and your mood was ruined, but it wasn't visible.

It wasn't visible but there was a clear difference between you and ron. There was no more cuddles, slight flirting, or anything.

And you did that. Even Harry questioned that.

When the Yule ball got announced, you immediately wanted to ask Ron out. Few days after McGonagall made the statement, you finally packed up the courage to ask him out.

But, he didn't show you any interest at all. And you know it's your fault, you were the first to distance away from him.

So, you have up without even trying to ask him. "Harry, do you have a date? " You sighed. "Nope, I'm getting desperate" Harry scoffed.

"What about we go together, as friends, platonic" You suggested. Oh and, ron was there. "Oh, i-" Harry tried to speak, but ron cutted him out. "That's a good idea, I think you two should go together" Before leaving.

"Yeah, I mean, the ball is in two days"

You tried to plaster a happy look on your face, for the ball.

You smiled through the whole dance, even though there were some errors.

"Harry that's my feet! " You hissed. "Oh yeah?" He stepped your foot again, making the two of you laugh.

Ron on the other hand left his date, frowning and shedding some tears.

You and Harry decided to visit him, but he was trying to get away.

"Ron, wait! " Suddenly, Harry disappeared into thin air, but you didn't care.

"What's wrong? " You asked. "Didnt.. I didn't go with the girl I wanted to go with" That statement punched you on the face.

"Oh.. Me neither.. But our dates isn't so bad" You tried to cheer him up. "Your date wasn't so bad, you went with Harry! "

"Who's the lucky girl? " You ask

"Who's the lucky boy" Ron ask.

"He made it clear that he doesn't wanna go with me" You said in front of him, knowing that it's about Ron himself. "That's a blind folk isn't it? You're amazing"

"He is blind, Ron, why are you so blind? " You mumbled. "What? ", " He's you ron, you're him, in talking about you! " Your eyes softened, but his face became somewhat angry.

"So you asked my bestfriend? " Ron huffed. "I didn't have the courage, besides you were completely uninterested, I gave up when you asked girls that are way prettier than me" You defended yourself.

"That's ridiculous, I would rather go with you! ", " Well that's the thing isn't it? I'm the second choice, the seventh choice, if you will"

"Why does that matter? " Ron ask. "Why does that matter? You know how it feels, Ron, you've complained to me about how shitty it feels to be the second choice! "

"But you never get to feel like that in any other way! " Ron protested. "But it still sucks" Your eyes became gloss.

"I wanted to go with you! " Ron said. "Liar" You teared up. "You were boasting about your plan on asking fleur, you didn't say anything about asking me out"

"So that's it? You're jealous, that's selfish! " Ron scoffed. "I hate you Ron!" You gave up on arguing the boy, fearing that you'll be hurt more.

You cried your whole way to the common room.

Actually, you sobbed.

You didn't talk the next day, or the next next day, or for a month.

You talked to Harry about it.

"It's not like youre bad but I really wanted to go with him! Besides you know ive liked him since first year, and I don't want to be the one who always does everything, always saying sorry, or doing something, sometimes I just want someone to do it, Ron! " You sighed "maybe we werent made for each other, maybe I'm just.. Delusional"

"Oh shut it, y/n, you two are cute together, I think Ron likes you. " Harry comforted, but it didn't work. "You think, but he doesn't"

"He wanted to go to the ball with you, not with Fleur, Fleur was the second choice, he just.. Didn't have enough in him to ask you out, and then you asked me out, and it made him a bit moody" Harry said, making you feel more horrible.

"He's been talking about.. To just ignore it all, you know, the thing with you and him? Ron wanted to act like nothing happened. "

"I can't do that, that's not--thats toxic"

As days passed, you became more and more sad. Hermione pitied you terribly, and started to distance herself from Ron too.

"Hermione, Ron is your bestfriend, you can't just cut that because of me? Hermione I'm ruining the friend group" You teared up.

You became more anxious. "You're overthinking it, y/n, it's okay, but, I can't let you be miserable like this, you have to try and feel better"

"I don't know if I can when I see him laughing with Harry, Hermione, he said the things he said because he felt bad, not because he likes me, honestly Hermione, I think I'm going to act like nothing happened."

"I don't think that's a good idea.. However if you think it's the best shot you've got.. I think its fine"

And there you were, walking with Ron, but never talking to him. You'd ignore him, even if he asks for the time.

"Y/n, will you stop ignoring me? " Ron ask. "I thought you wanted me to ignore you" You scoffed.

"I'm sorry okay? " Ron said, genuinely sounding sorry, and so you replied with "okay. Apology accepted"

"You're not doing great, y/n! " Ron stopped you from walking away. "I can obviously see that, thanks"

"Stop it with this whole thing, you can't keep doing this! "

"But I can, Ron"

"You'll be sick" Ron said worriedly. "Huh, didn't even know you'd care" You rolled your eyes.

"I want things to go back as normal, but, you can't just be like this all the time" Ron protested, "well this is the new normal, Ron, accept that"

Just like that, you left, feeling worse.

A week before the third task, you two were still on bad terms.

You've had enough. You couldn't stop crying, on the hallways.

A boy decided to show up, Ron.

"Leave, Ron" You cried. "What? Don't cry" Ron tried to sound comforting. But you failed to put on an I don't give a fuck facade.

You jumped to hug him, receiving s tight hug back. "I'm sorry" You cried on his shoulders. "Shh, it's alright, I'm sorry too, my love" Ron whispered in your ears.

"I want you to be honest, Ron, I know you don't like me the way I like you, and I need you to be crystal clear about that or else I'll be miserable all the time" You sniffed, pulling away from the hug, "and I want us to stay friends, and I'm sorry for being an asshole, and what I did was so fucking selfish, I'm so fucking sorry" You tried to hide your face.

"What if I love you? " Ron asked. "If" You cried more. "I do love you" Ron said, "as friends,Ron, don't play with my feelings like that" You cried.

"No, love, I love you,bloody hell, why do you think I call you 'my love' if I don't love you? " Ron scoffed.

"You dont, I can never imagine someone living me, let alone you!" You denied. "I love you, so so much"

"Is this a prank, where's the twins? " You took a step back.

"Please just accept that I truly am in love with you, y/n" Ron softly says.

"I-i love you.. "

"I love you more" Ron says. The two of you leaned in and kissed each other.

The kiss was desperate, wet, full of love, and a small hint of lust.

"So uhm.. I was wondering if you want to be my girlfriend? " Ron asked in a high pitched voiced. You laughed with your teary eyes, going in for another kiss.

"I suppose that's a yes? ", " A massive, humongous, yes"

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[marvelslut16]

The Yule Ball

Prompt number: 13 "Come with me, hurry."

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Ron Weasley x reader

Rating: E(veryone)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Teenagers being stupid and clueless. Pining.

A/N: No one's gonna read this, but oh well. I've loved it and been to afraid to put it out for years, so now I'm finally just doing it.

You roll your eyes at Ron and Harry complaining that they don’t have dates for the Yule Ball yet, they should be concentrating on the exam that you’re all supposed to be doing. However, you do giggle quietly as Fred asks Angelina to the ball by throwing a piece of paper at her and miming dancing horribly. 

“Well what about you (Y/N/N)?” Ron looks to his left, you're sitting between him and Harry. “You wanna go with me?” 

Your heart picks up speed for a second, the boy you’ve been hopelessly in love with since you were kids is finally noticing you as more than a friend. But the euphoria you feel is short-lived, realizing that you're just a last resort to him, that you’ll never live up to Fleur. Plus you already have a date, one that’ll be tons of fun. 

“I, um, I actually have a date already,” if Ron could tear his wide eyes off your face he would see the mischievous glint in George’s eyes, accompanied by an all knowing smirk. 

“What? Who?” Ron’s voice echoes through the quiet hall, Snape comes up behind him and smacks his head with a book. 

You ignore the question, quickly glancing at the still smirking George, before finishing off your exam. You rush from your seat to hand in your booklet to Snape, as you grab your bag and books you hear Ron asking Hermione to the ball. Your heart plummets into your gut, Ron doesn’t really want to go with you, he just wants a date on his arm. 

You can feel the quick glances of pity from all of your friends; Harry, Hermione, Fred, and George. All of them know about your big ol’ crush on the youngest Weasley boy. You high tail it out of the Great Hall just as Hermione starts telling him off and admitting she has a date. Her and Viktor are actually quite cute together. 

You forgo heading to the library or any other place you typically meet your friends- Hermione will surely head straight to those spots and try to get you to talk about your feelings. Instead you head up the many flights of stairs to the Astronomy tower. The fresh air cools your flushed face, and you take a deep breath willing yourself to shake it off. You lean against one of the railings and stare at the black lake as it ripples from the wind. You close your eyes and think back to when you got asked to the ball mere days ago. 

McGonagall is teaching you how to dance for the ball, boys on one side and girls on the other. You can practically hear Fred and George snicker as you repeatedly glance at their younger brother as the professor lectures the group on etiquette. Ron makes a joke and McGonagall calls him to dance with her, this time you do hear the twins snicker and you join them. 

Once everyone joins in, Ron partners off  with a random girl and you're left standing there alone. You and Ron always pair up for everything, you have since you were in diapers. George quickly swoops in and starts dramatically waltzing you around the room. 

“Mr. Weasley!” McGonagall calls, grabbing everyone’s attention and placing it on you two. “Miss. (Y/L/N) is a young lady, not a rag doll, treat her as such.”

You hide your face in George’s chest, partly from embarrassment from all of the eyes, and partly to hide your giggles. 

“Of course, Professor,” George stands taller and he gracefully leads you through the steps. “I wouldn’t want to hurt dear (Y/N) here. Who else would help me prank Ron?”

You refuse to meet George’s eyes after the two of you see the girl in Ron’s arms giggling at something that he’s said. Usually you're the only one to giggle and laugh at Ron’s jokes, the only one affected by his ‘charm’. George elegantally spins you out and then back into his arms, trying to get you to cheer up and get your mind off of Ron. 

“Ow!” Ron’s partner cries.

Smirking, George leans in and whispers in your ear, “Ickle Ronniekins can’t keep his eyes off of you. Even stepped on his partner’s foot ‘cause he can’t look away.” 

“He’s not looking at me George,” you push the older boy away so he can watch you roll your eyes at him. 

“He stares at you constantly, (Y/N/N),” George frowns at your obliviousness. “He’s been in love with you since he met you, you two always understood each other on a different level than the rest of us.”

“If Ron liked me he would have asked me to the ball already, and he wouldn’t be drooling at Fleur’s feet,” your answer is short and snappy. “Can we just focus on dancing again?”

“Go with me,” it comes out more as a request than a question. “Freddie wants to take Angelina and I’m not going to get in the way of that. We can have fun and make Ronniekins jealous.”

“I don’t know about Ron getting jealous, but it would be fun,” you grin at the red head. “I’m sorry about the Angelina thing.”

“So you’ll be my date?” he ignores the second half of your statement, not wanting to dwell on his twin taking his crush to the ball. 

“I guess,” you tease, your giant smile giving away your excitement. 

“Wicked!” he cheers.

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“Who do you think is taking (Y/N)?” Ron asks George, not bothering to lower his voice, even though Padma is standing beside him. Ron had been openly staring at you since you admitted that you have a date, and he kept asking who, but you never answered because you agreed with George not to tell anyone.

“Ickle Ronniekins, you should have asked her sooner,” George teases with a smirk. Both your date’s and your crush’s jaws drop slightly as you make your way down the stairs. 

Your hair is pulled back in an updo, you and Hermione did each other's hair and makeup this morning. You're in a flowy silver dress, giving you an angelic appearance. Your mother even sent her best jewelry to finish off the look. 

“Whoa, (Y/N/N)?” Ron asks, eyes wide and jaw practically on the floor. Padma rolls her eyes at Ron, clearly regretting being his date already. “You look-whoa.”

“You look quite handsome yourself Ron,” you giggle lightly as you take in his old colorful dress robes. Most people would laugh at how ridiculous they look, but Ron can somehow pull the look off.  

“You look smashing, Miss. (Y/L/N),” you giggle again as George grabs your hand and places a kiss on it. 

“Oh thank you Mr. Weasley, you look,” you let your eyes drag over George in his black dress robes as you come up with a compliment. “Striking.” 

“Shall we love?” George puts his arm out to lead you into the Great Hall that the teachers transformed into a beautiful ballroom for the night. You catch a quick peek at Ron as you slip your hand into the crook of his brother's arm, and the young boy looks livid. His face is almost as red as his hair, his jaw locked, and a glare that could level even George if the older Weasley saw it. 

You can feel eyes watching your every move, but you elect to ignore it, instead focusing on George as he twirls you from song to song. No matter how disappointed you both may be that neither of you got to go with your crush, you don’t let it affect your spirits, instead both of you push those thoughts to the back of your minds and have fun as friends. 

“I could use a drink,” you holler to George after two hours on the dance floor and he leads you to the table Ron and Harry are sitting at.

“Stay here,” he takes his coat off and drapes it on the seat you plop down in. “I’ll go get us some punch.”

“Why aren’t you guys out there dancing?” you turn to Ron and Harry, then glancing at the dance floor where Padma and Parvati are dancing with some boys from Beauxbatons.

“Cho is with Cedric,” Harry grumbles, while Ron just glares behind your back.

“One punch for you my lady,” George does a stupid bow as he hands you your glass.

“Why thank you kind sir,” your giggle is cut off by an irritated scoff coming from Ron.

“Is there something you’d like to say Ickle Ronniekins?” George goads him.

“What's wrong Ron?” you ask at the same time, reaching out to touch his shoulder. 

“Bloody hell, you’re what's wrong,” Ron exclaims, and you're thankful the Twisted Sisters are too loud for anyone further than your table to have heard him. 

“Don’t talk to her like that,” George defends you, but it only seems to make it worse.

“What did I do wrong, Ron?” you fiddle with the bracelet that your mum sent you. 

“Come with me, hurry,” Ron pulls you out of the ballroom, up two flights of stairs, down a hallway, and into an alcove hidden by drapery. 

“What has gotten into you?” you finally ask when you two are hidden from prying eyes and ears. 

“How could you go with George?” he ignores your question, pacing back and forth in front of you.

“Because he asked me? Because he was the only one to ask me,” your voice cracks ever so slightly.

“I asked you,” you level your oldest friend with a glare.

“Out of desperation! You asked me as a last resort, Ron, not because you actually wanted to go with me! George at least asked me to go as friends,” angry tears are fighting to breach the surface. “You were too interested in trying to get Fleur to go with you to even consider asking me until you had no other choice.”

“I didn’t think you’d have a date,” he pitters off, not knowing how to save himself.

“Godrick Ron, can you even hear yourself? Do you think that low of me that no one would ask me?”

“But why George of all people?” he asks again, sounding like a broken record. 

“Is that it? Am I not good enough for your brother in your eyes?” you laugh humorlessly. “All those years of friendship and you truly think so low of me…” 

“He knows you’re off limits!” he says out loud, but by the look on his face he clearly meant to keep that thought on the inside.

“I’m not one of your chess pieces, Ron, I’m a person with feelings. You can’t just stake a claim on me-” he cuts off your rant.

“He knows I love you!” his words have so much conviction behind them that you're momentarily stunned. 

“What?” your moth is gaping open like a fish.

“I love you,” he says again like it isn’t the most heavy and meaningful thing he could possibly say. “I don’t ask you to the Ball sooner because I didn’t want you to reject me.”

“You love me?” you can’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that he feels the same.

“Bloody Hell (Y/N), how many times to I have to say it? I love y-” he’s cut off by your lips desperately colliding with his.

“I love you too,” you sigh, resting your forehead on Ron’s. “George only asked me to make you jealous.”

“I’m going to beat him with his bludger,” Ron steps back ready to go fight his brother.

“You can do that later, how about we go back to the Ball so I can dance with my boyfriend,” you lace your fingers with his and pull him back towards the Great Hall. Ron has a dopey smile on his face the whole way down, you called him your boyfriend. 

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[lionizingheathen]

Hey, can you do an scenario with you and Ron Weasley under a blanket around your friends watching a movie and Ron decides to finger you quietly without anyone knowing?

Not a problem, hope you enjoy

Warnings: Smut, public setting, fingering

Smut under the cut

Honestly, you'd seen this movie a million times and every time it only seemed to get more hacky, but when Harry mentioned that the only thing he wanted to do for his birthday was watch a movie with his friends, you agreed.  It helped that Ron had brought a blanket for the two of you to share, giving you a reason to be resting against his strong chest.  It wasn't that you and Ron were keeping your relationship a secret, but more that Hermione and Harry hadn't caught on.  You were sort of keeping a bet, seeing what would make them notice first, and you should've known that Ron was up to something from the moment that he had presented the blanket with a smirk, but honestly you'd thought nothing of it... That is, until he began to slip his fingers between your thighs, circling your clit outside your sweatpants.  This was fine at first, you could ignore it mostly, but after a moment, he slipped his hand into the loose waistband of your sweatpants.  You widened your eyes and did your best not to jump as you glanced around.  Shit.

"What are you doing?"  You hiss, trying to push his hand away as you glanced over to where Hermione and Harry were sitting.  Thankfully they hadn't caught on, they were too engrossed in the film.  Ron merely chuckled and pushed your hands back with ease, slipping your panties to the side.  You felt the pads of his fingers graze your clit, making you shiver against him.

"Shh... Movie."  He whispered, and you chewed on your lip, spreading your legs a bit more as he slipped two fingers inisde of you.  You clenched your jaw and let out a harsh breath to keep from moaning.  He stilled them inside of you, which was almost worse... it made you want to beg him to continue.

"Ron-."  He started fucking you, moving his fingers quickly, making you stop mid sentence. "Fuck."  You whined, and Ron clapped a hand over your mouth for a moment.  Neither Harry or Hermione heard, lucklily.

"Keep quiet."  Ron murmured in your ear.  You let your head loll back as your mouth dropped open.  He sped his fingers up and you felt your cheeks burn when you realized you could hear how wet you were.  Luckily, it was loud enough in the room that only you and Ron could hear it.  He groaned.  "God, you're so fucking wet... Wish you were riding my cock instead."  You nodded.  Riding his cock was fucking amazing, he was so fucking good.  He added another finger, making you clench your jaw as your eyes rolled back.  Fuck, you felt so full.

"Me too."  You sighed, and Ron increased his pace, making you tuck your face into his neck

"Y/N?  Are you alright?" Harry asked, and before you could respond, Ron waved him off as he began massaging a spot deep inside of you, making you see stars.

"She's fine, don't worry." He said, and then he turned to you, chuckling darkly into your ear as he brought his thumb forward to rub your clit, making you gasp. "Pay attention to the movie, love.  Can't let them know how easily you're taking my fingers right in front of them... Think it'd shock them a bit." Ron murmured, and you chewed on your lips, wrapping yoru hand around Ron's wrist so you could grind more discretely on his fingers.  He curled his fingers again, making you tremble.

"Ron, faster, please..."  You whined into his ear, grabbing blindly under the blanket until your hand landed on his cock, squeezing him through his pants.

"Merlin, you're loving this, aren't you?"  He asked, and you nodded, sliding your hand into his pants so you could wrap your fingers around his cock.  He let out a breathy groan in your ear, increasing his pace.

"Mhm..."  You stroked his cock as you felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten.  Shit, you were so close... "Oh, fuck..."  The knot snapped, making you tremble as you bit down onto Ron's shoulder, trying your best to mask your moans.

"Are you cumming?"  He whispered, and you nodded, clawing into his shoulder.

"Yes..."  You gasped "Ron... ohmygod."  You murmured, Ron's fingers pushing you right into a second orgasm, one that had you shaking and trembling by the time it was over.  No one was real around you aside from Ron, not at first.  Not until you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

"Y/N?"  Harry asked, and you were still grinning lazily, your eyes closed.

"Hm?"

"Could you pass me the popcorn?" Harry asked, and you blinked, coming back into yourself.  Movie.  Popcorn.  Harry's birthday.  Right.

"Oh!  Yeah, of course.  Sorry."  You didn't know how many times he'd asked, genuinely.  But he merely waved you off and kept watching.  Good.

"All good." 

"Meet me in the bathroom."  You whispered into Ron's ear, and you could feel him squirm.  The tips of his ears turned red as he nodded.

"Uh... Okay."  He responded, and you got up, stretching and yawning.

"I'll be right back."  You said, and Hermione sat up, grasping around for the remote.

"Do you want us to pause?" Hermione asked, and you shook your head, giving her a smile as you straightened out your sweatpants, feeling the wetness on your panties.

"No, I've seen it."  You insisted, and you walked to the bathroom, straightening your appearance in the mirror.  Nothing was truly out of place, but you looked a bit frazzeled.  You heard the door shut behind you and saw Ron standing in the door, a satisfied grin on his face.  You could see the print of his cock through his pants, hard and straining.  Merlin, you wanted to wrap your lips around it and make him scream.

"That was hot-."  You pushed him, poking his chest hard.  Yes, that was hot, but it was also fucking insane.

"You are evil."  You responded, and Ron chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing your bodies together.

"C'mon love, don't be like that... we both know that you enjoyed yourself, no harm done."  You kissed him deeply, tangling your fingers into his red hair, pressing him into the bathroom wall.  You felt his strong hands on your waist, grinding you against his cock, making you moan.  At that point, he pulled away from you with a cocky grin.  "Now get on your knees before they realize we're gone."  Ron instructed, and you felt your knees hit the cold bathroom floor as you stared up at him, pulling his pajama pants down his thighs.

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[sleyu]

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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[rainydayathogwarts]

congrats on 1k!

prompt 8 w/ ron ? :)

Goodbye kisses that last longer than intended.

Goodbye kisses - Ron Weasley wc: 0.7k

You knew you'd see him in a few weeks, maybe a month, but now looking at him and the too long strands of red hair falling in his face, you couldn't help but be overly affectionate. It was different for you. Harry and Hermione got to see him almost immediately after the holiday started, but your family was strict. You had to stay home for as long as they wished to spend time with your extended family - with the Malfoys. Draco was a lovely cousin, keeping his mouth shut about your relationship, knowing his parents would disapprove about his own relationship just as much. That didn't mean it was any easier. Over the Christmas holiday you had created a whole lie about going on a trip with Pansy just so you'd be able to see your best friends, and more importantly, your boyfriend. Hell, you couldn't even be seen exiting the train anywhere near Ron otherwise your parents would raise suspicions. Your anxieties only increased as the train approached the station, recognising the last ten minute stretch before you would pull into the platform and say goodbye.

Ron rubbed his thumb over the soft skin of your hand, your silence beginning to worry him. He tugged you closer to him despite having the eight-person compartment all to yourselves - with the exception of Harry and Hermione. His arm wrapped around your shoulder on instinct, head bowing down to drop a kiss to your temple. You sighed, looking up at him with the best smile you could give him. Clearly, you weren't so convincing, because he whispered "Hey, we'll see each other soon, I promise." "But will we? You know how my parents are." You didn't tear your eyes away from him, but could see how Harry and Hermione struggled to keep their conversation going, their focus split between you and Ron's interaction and their own.

Hermione tugged on Harry's arm, mumbling something incoherent and trying to drag him along with her out of the compartment. He didn't understand, letting her leave alone. The door slid back in place with a loud bang that had you flinching deeper into Ron's arms. He looked down at you, one of his hands brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. "I love you." He mumbled, coming down to peck your lips. You felt the train slowing and sighed, squeezing Ron's hand. He let the train come to a full stop before standing up and getting your bags from the overhead compartment, bumping into Harry when he turned to look at you. When Ron was done, he reached his hands out to you with his palms open, waiting for you to grab them. When you did, he easily pulled you off the seats, and into a tight hug.

You sighed when he pulled away but were quickly welcomed with a kiss instead. One of Ron's hands wrapped around your waist while the other stroked your jaw softly. You pressed yourself into him, deepening the kiss, one of your arms trailing up his chest to wrap around his shoulders and the back of his neck. When you pulled away from the kiss in need for air, your mouth opening in a gasp, Ron instantly pulled you back in, tongue meeting yours in an open-mouthed kiss. You whined into the kiss, your free hand clutching his shirt tightly. Ron's hands gripped your hips, which he gave a final squeeze before pulling away from you.

You panted and looked at a flash of movement, your attention instantly brought back to Harry, who stood beside you both, awkwardly watching you with his mouth ajar. You felt the blood rush to your face, so you looked the other way, averting your eyes only to be met with a waiting family of redheads, now staring directly through the window of your compartment. Your jaw went slack and you slowly trailed your eyes along the platform of awaiting families, ensuring that you were safe of the wrath of your family. It's only when the compartment door slammed back open and Draco Malfoy said "Oi, let's go before they get angry." That you left, barely looking back at Ron, whose face had turned a similar red to his hair.

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[whorediaries-09]

help give me just ron smut with pure filth😭🥴

maybe a hi would've been nice, but fanfics writers are not humans anyways. here you go.

into you;

pairing- ron weasley x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, porn without plot, as the request goes. a/n- ah yeah.

the slut club

a little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

his touch was fire on your skin, burning you up, turning you into ashes. your chest heaved with the exhaustion that crept on your over stimulated body, as he curled his fingers into you, and the familiar bubble of orgasm crept upon you. you had almost lost count of how many times he had made you cum that night, and from the devilish smirk on his face, you knew the night wasn't nearly over.

not that you were complaining.

your throat may have been raw, your face may have been soaked in tears of torturous pleasure, but the sweet delirious lust still hung, not dying until he put his cock into you, and wrecked your guts out. he was enjoying the slow torture upon you, driving you into an edge of insanity where all you could think about was him, and solely him.

'you're my dirty little slut aren't you?' he questions, positioning his cock on the slit of your slick cunt. you nod, your senses on cloud nine when he teases your puffy clit with his tip. his curls tickled your nose as he mockingly nodded,

'yeah? answer me won't you?'

'please ron, i need you inside me, i'm just yours,'

his fingers dug into the skin of your waist as he pushed himself inside you. he stretched you out so deliciously, a burning stretch that made you gasp loudly. your eyes widened at his girth filling you up so nicely, as if you were made for him.

'oh-shit ron,' you squealed as he manhandled you, with him under you and you over him. he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling your body down, snuggling his face between the warmth of your breasts. his teeth sunk into your skin, his cock rhythmically thrusting into you, hitting spots that had you seeing stars.

his pubic hair teased your clit, pushing you over the edge, your eyes rolling backwards as he pushed into you, wrecking you into a blubbering mess. it was as if you were pushed into a paradise you'd never want to escape, you'd never want to leave. it felt like a sinful ride through your pleasures when you heard his moans against your soft skin, as he breathed you in.

when your orgasm snapped, you were liberated on exhaustion, as he held onto you, fucking into you, as if tying into melt into you, as if trying to get through your skin. he was a raging maniacal mess chasing his high when your walls convulsed around his girth, ripping out his orgasm through his body into yours. he whimpered, emptying out his cum into you, holding your shaky thighs as he came down from the high pleasure he lost himself into.

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[slytherweasley]

Can you do a fic where ron gets mad/jealous bc the reader was being friendly with draco and had to show her who she belonged too?

Now you’re forever mine (Ron Weasley x reader)

Being in Slytherin when your boyfriend is a Gryffindor is challenging at times considering your friends and boyfriend don’t get along. You have to seperate your relationships since you can’t hang out altogether or problems will arise. Draco Malfoy is one of your closest friends and more like a brother however Ron doesn’t really trust his intentions despite you telling him there’s nothing happening.

In between classes you meet up with Draco and talk in the hallway. It was so insignificant to you that you can’t even remember specifics of the conversation. However unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was watching from afar raging with jealousy as he touched your arm or made any excuse to touch you at all and you were full of smiles and laughs.

It wasn’t until you got to your boyfriends empty dorm after school that you noticed his coldness. “Is everything okay, love?” You ask him cuddling up to him but he lays there stiff, which is unlike his usual soft self.

“No” he replies. “What’s wrong? Tell me all about it” “I can’t deal with that slimy git, he’s all over you” “me? Who are we talking about?” You question. “Malfoy” you sigh in response. You’d been over this millions of times but you always were there to assure him that you were his.

Ron gets up and starts pacing the room “you don’t know how mad I was looking at his stupid grin and watching you giggle at him. That should be me, you shouldn’t be laughing with some other guy. Only me.” You felt your heartbeat speed up, you weren’t scared or upset you were so incredibly turned on by Ron’s jealousy and anger.

As he paced back and forth getting upset you just laid there looking at him. “Are you listening to me? I’m fucking upset. I’m mad.” “I’m certainly listening and watching” “what does that mean?” “It just means this could all be solved by fucking me right here, doing what Draco could never because I’m yours and you’d never let him get the chance.”

You could see the millions of thoughts running through his head and how his eyes light up in anger thinking about Draco. You press your lips to his not letting him waste another second. His hands secure your waist and he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his torso.

The heat between you is intense you are both so eager to get naked. Ron’s practically ripping your clothes off, he puts you on the bed undressing you, not letting you move a muscle. Once you’re down to your underwear he takes his shirt off and gets on top of you kissing down your body. He removes your bra first sucking and biting on your nipples.

You become impatient and start grinding up against him, he takes the hint and pulls your underwear off throwing them away. He spreads your legs and kisses up your thighs sucking a hickey on your inner thigh. His tongue dives into your folds and his lips make its way to your clit as he does everything possible to make you scream for him.

You throw your head back and grab a fistful of his hair as you arch your back and your hips grind on his mouth. “Please, I’m so fucking close” you screw your eyes shut and let your moans out as you orgasm.

Ron wastes no time as he stars undoing his pants as you’re trying your best to recover from your orgasm while watching your boyfriend undress in front of you. “Bet Malfoy couldn’t make a girl cum let alone you” he mumbles angrily “never” you assure him. His cock is hard and you’re so ready for him.

“Tell me what you want” he says looking down at you “you, Ron, only you.” “What do you want from me, Sweetheart?” He mocks “I need your cock. Inside. Inside me, please” you beg. He lines his cock up with your entrance “right here?” “Yes” you yell desperately “please” you add. “Can you take it? Maybe Malfoy can help you” “no, no. Never. Just you” You say breathlessly.

He pushes himself into you groaning, making you shiver. Your mouth opens wide and your eyes instinctively close, it’s so good nothing is coming out of your mouth. “Look at me” he snaps, he grabs your jaw and pulls your head to look at him, you open your eyes and look at him in awe. “You want me to move?” “Yes please, Ron.”

He slides in and out slowly and abruptly picks up the pace, grunting and groaning in your ear. All you can hear is your skin slapping together and his anger filled groans. You can’t stop yelling his name and you already feel your stomach coil, you squeeze around him trying your hardest not to cum. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight” “im so close” you let out. “You can wait” he says.

You try so hard not to cum “Oh Ron please” you beg “Wait until I say” he says. You throw your head back and wait it out but you’re struggling. “Now” he says and brings your face up to his as you both cum. He doesn’t pull out “now you’re forever mine.”

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[theromcommotel]

R. WEASLEY X READER !!

R. WEASLEY X READER !!

prompt: ronald weasley discovers his massive crush on y/n l/n, but he may have made it a bit too obvious…

requested by: no one

warnings: none(?), seamus being an ass for a bit, everyone hating on seamus😭 (ilhsm, seamus is my baby)

gryffindor!fem!reader x ronald b. weasley

“i’m in love!” the younger weasley boy shouted, maybe a bit too loudly, bursting into the boys gryffindor dormitory. 

“who’s the next victim, and how do you plan to torture them this time?” seamus smirked, raising his eyebrows in response.

“shut up, seamus.” ronald spat to the irish boy, somewhat jokingly.

“yeah, cmon, who is it? don’t keep us waiting.” neville replied from one of the beds, suddenly putting down his herbology book.

“well… it’s uh, this girl, y/n l/n.” ronald said, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile.

“damn ron, she’s hot snatch! you sure you can do this?” seamus joked again.

“seamus! stop being such a git!” dean said shoving his best friend lightly.

“so, you gonna ask her to the yule ball? it’s coming up soon.” harry suggested.

“yeah! i’m gonna write her love letters every day till the week before, and boom! she’ll be smitten!” the youngest weasley boy said confidently, puffing out his chest.

“suureee….” george sighed, rolling his eyes with a grin.”

“shut it!”

dear y/n,

hello y/n. i have something i must say, i have quite the fancy for you.

but the sad thing to say is that i’m not too sure how exactly to tell you.

i’ll give you a new hint every passing day - up until exactly one week before the yule ball.

hint: gryffindor 4th year.

“my goodness! y/n! i can’t believe it!” hermione said, peering over the letter the girl had gotten from her owl.

“y/n! you have a secret admirer!” hermione said again, getting all excited.

“well, i have no clue who it could be.” y/n reminded.

“it could be anyone in our house and year! harry, ron, dean, neville, seamus-”

“okay okay! i get it!” the girl next to hermione laughed.

“anyone your hoping it to be?” hermione asked nudging her close friend.

“anyone but seamus.” y/n joked.

“hey! what’s wrong with me!” seamus laughed, putting a hand to his heart.

“so do you know who it is?” hermione questioned.

“oh yeah it’s!-”

“NO ONE.” dean smiled as he yelped, covering the mouth of a now flailing seamus finnigan.

“oh really?” y/n asked giving a blank stare.

“nO ONE YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT.” dean said, his smiling getting even bigger and bigger, showing he was up to something, his hand still one seamus mouth.

“uh, sure.” hermione said, turning y/n away.

just before the girls were going to bed in the gryffindor dorms the next night, an owl came fluttering through, which so happened to be yours.

a letter was plopped onto your nightstand and without a second beat, your owl flew off.

dear y/n

it’s me, once again, you looked really nice today

i’ve never seen your hair like that, all wavy and stuff. not to straight, but not to curly, you looked stunning.

do it again sometime

hint: i’m a ginger

“so? what’s the hint?” hermione asked, coming over to your bed.

“he’s a ginger. it’s ronald.”

“how do you know that though? there could be more than one ginger in our year and house!” hermione reminded.

“who else could it be then?” y/n queried.

…

…

…

“exactly what i thought.” y/n smirked in victory.

“well? are you gonna say yes?” hermione asked, getting more and more excited.

“yeah, yeah i will.”

as the days passed, the hints became more and more obvious, confirming it was infact ronald weasley.

and the fact that seamus, for the life of him can’t keep his mouth shut, even if he means no harm.

it was time for the yule ball.

it was time to meet ron.

you adjust your dress one last time, walking into the ballroom, trying to find your date.

“hi there, you look like a dream.”

you turn, to see ron, in some somewhat questionable dress robes - but still looking very handsome.

“hi, thank you.”

music started playing, and the ginger to the fore of you held out his hand.

“may i have this dance?”

“yes…yes you may.”

the two of you waltzed to the center of the flooring, he bowed, leaving a kiss to your knuckles.

he put his hand on your waist, as you did his shoulder, and you two began to dance along to the music.

“i love you, y’know that?”

“i think i figured out that much, captain obvious, i love you too.”

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hermy,

signing off <3

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