#ron weasley blurb

[nottsangel]

i need more of theoX readerX ron 🙏🏻

it’s such an unexpected duo i didn’t know i needed‼️

— more theo x reader x ron

“that’s it, baby. ride him just like that.” theo growls into your ear, harshly grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. he slips his fingers into your already drooling mouth, making you suck on them as you lazily gaze up at him through half-lidded eyes. a cocky, lopsided smirk spreads across his face as he grins at your fucked out state, your hips rhythmically grinding on top of ron and your hands resting on his chest.

but poor ron is squirming and whimpering beneath you, too overstimulated to even speak properly, his hands desperately gripping the sheets with all his might, his knuckles turning white.

“i— i can’t! please! ‘s too much!”

“did i ask you anything? be thankful i’m getting you some pussy, idiota del cazzo. so fuckin’ ungrateful.” theo coldly snaps at ron, hissing through his teeth as his grip on your hair tightens unconsciously, his jaw clenched. suddenly realising what he’s doing when he hears your cry of pain, he quickly lets go, though still glaring daggers at ron. “and not just any pussy. the fucking best there is.”

theo turns his attention back to you, his stern expression and harsh tone both softening when he meets your glossy eyes. he then grips your tears-streaked face, thumb and index finger digging into your soft cheeks. “don’t mind him, piccola. keep going just like that. make yourself cum all over his pathetic cock.”

you nod obediently, too focused on chasing your release to even care about anything else as you feel ron’s cock twitching inside of you and his body restlessly wiggling under you, shiny tears forming in the corners of his shut eyes. “does that feel good, bella? is his cock making you feel good?” “mhm. feels— feels so good.” “…but?” “but never as good as yours, theo”

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[deadsnakey]

Ron loves gifting you things. he doesn't have a lot of money therefor he doesn't have a lot of oppertunities to give you things that aren't hand made: when he does though, it's usually something he noticed you were running out of. maybe you were running out of lipgloss or hair ties. he'll find those exact said things and gift them to you a few days later with the brightest smile on his face; cheeks dusted a slight pink.

he listens to you, when you make a small remark on a specific brand or product that's your favorite. overhearing you say why you love said brand or product for whatever reasons you have. he'll find it, save up for it if he cant make it and gift it to you for your birthday, Christmas, maybe a date. he knows you're not dating him for his money but he still likes to do these kind of things for you whenever he can. seeing you happy makes him happy, truly.

Ron loves hearing your voice, he loves it. he can listen to it for hours as you yip yap about something you're passionate about or even explaining something; talking about your day or something that made you mad. he loves your laugh. the more loud and uglier it is, the more attractive he thinks you are. There's no need to be insecure with Ron because he'll show and prove to you time and time again that he loves you for you and you're perfect in his eyes. you're perfect for him and he couldn't ever wish to have it any other way.

[msmk11]

I Love You First

Ron Weasley x gn!reader

WC: 538

CW: hurt/comfort

Summary: Ron is used to feeling second.

Day 17 of mk’s mad dash

Ron has yet to say anything, but you can tell that something is wrong. You knew the instant he walked into your room, his usual casual demeanor tinged with an air of sadness and insecurity. And while your boyfriend is always cuddly, when he instantly finds a home face down, buried in your stomach, your fears are confirmed. You’ve opted to not say anything, and instead are going to let Ron share his feelings with you when he’s ready. In the meantime, you provide little reassurances- pressing a soft kiss to his neck here or there, running your fingers through his knotted, ginger hair, and talking quietly about your day.

It’s only when you start to feel your shirt dampen that you decide to speak up, “baby? What’s wrong?”

A little sniffle escapes from your boyfriend, “nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Ron, you’re crying, sweetheart. What happened?”

Ron ignores you and squeezes your thighs tightly.

“Baby,” you bring your hand to his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

You instantly coo at the sight in front of you. His eyes are red-rimmed, and his cheeks stained with tear tracks, “talk to me, please.”

Ron refuses to look at you, “nothing’s happened. Not really. It’s just… I’m just…. I’m feeling insecure today, okay?”

You tut softly at him, pulling him up to sit in between your legs. You swipe your thumb across his freckled cheeks, “insecure about what, baby? Anything I can help with?”

The redhead mumbles something, and you have to ask him to repeat it.

“I said that I’m just tired of feeling like second best.”

Your boyfriend looks so sad and vulnerable as he confesses to you, and your heart breaks.

Feeling second is something Ron has always struggled with. With having so many siblings, being best friends with the chosen one, and also being best friends with ‘the brightest witch of your age’, he often feels less than. Less loved. Less important.

“Oh my love, I’m sorry,” you sigh softly. You reach out and kiss your boyfriend’s cheek. He instinctively leans into your touch.

“I know I can’t automatically change how you view yourself, but you must know that all your friends and family love you so very much. And me, well, I love you very very much. I love you the most, actually.”

Despite the sadness in his heart, a small grin forms on Ron’s face, “you love me the most? More than even your own family.”

“Mhmm. You’ve stolen my heart, Ronnie.”

The nickname and your confession makes him blush all prettily, and you peck his lips happily.

“I guess I just…. want to feel like I’m important to the people I care about. That I’m first in their hearts sometimes, you know? That I’m not just an afterthought, or the side character. I want to mean something to people.”

“You do, babe. I promise you that. But I get it. I know it feels easy to get lost in the commotion of your family and friends. But I always see you, yeah?”

“I love you, baby. Really, thank you,” he replies, nodding. Every word drips with adoration and your heart swells.

“I love you, Ron. And I’ll always, always, love you first.”

[ameliora-j]

‧₊˚ piercer!ron weasley x reader ‧₊˚

so anyway this has been on my mind since i got my nipples pierced specifically bc of the way i was moaning like a lil bitch in the piercer’s chair 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

content → piercer!ron, needles, nipple play, voyeurism, slight pain kink, praise, nipple piercings, blood mention, lightheadedness, 18+ BLOG MDNI

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡

you’re anxious as you walk into the shop, but you know you have to do this. it’s been years upon years since you’ve wanted this specific piercing—ever since you turned eighteen to be exact. you called on one of your breaks at work, asking if the tattoo shop did nipple piercings.

the kind lady connected you with the shop’s piercer—who to your surprise was a man with an english accent. after telling you the price, he asks specifically for cash. when you see the exact cash amount in your wallet, you figure it’s a sign. anytime that you plan in advance for any kind of piercing or tattoo, you lose the confidence of going nearly the day of—so it’s now or never.

when you walk in, a girl with bright pink hair looks around to see if anyone was available for a walk in. most of them were half asleep, and you feel bad for waking them up from their naps—but they don’t seem to mind. you’re surprised that they aren’t busy on a saturday evening, but a brunette man with round glasses stands and stumbled to the desk, ready to ask what tattoo you have in mind.

“um… hi… i called earlier um a-about… about nipple piercings” you stammer shyly, unable to hide the blush growing on your cheeks.

he wasn’t overly muscular or large, his small amount of tummy pudge peeking out as he stretched his arms high above his head, revealing more ink lining his torso.

“oh!” the man nods as he turns around and walks towards the back. “ron! piercing” you hear a soft grumble and a deep sigh—not of annoyance, but from just waking up. a tall redheaded man with broad shoulders appears. he has sleeves of tattoos lining his arms and some small tattoos on his hands. there was a small stud piercing beneath his eye, a few tattoos on his face as well.

you feel as though your breath is knocked out of your chest as he smiles at you, a small whine leaving his lips as he finishes his deep stretch. “sorry, i just woke up” he chuckles.

“oh no, don’t worry… i’m surprised you guys aren’t more busy tonight” you say, and he nods in agreement as he grabs the papers.

“i know, i was thinking the same thing” he chuckles, grabbing a pen. “i just need you to initial and sign this paper and then i need your id” he tells you, handing the paper and pen over to him. you nod softly and do as he says, passing over your id and scanning over the paper, initialing each line.

it isn’t long before you’re done and he comes back up to the front, leading you to his small section of the tattoo shop. “go ahead and sit right there” he nods, pointing to the tattoo chair as he looks over his tool tray and all that he has. you sit down in the chair, making yourself comfortable as you take your bag off and adjust yourself.

you learn quickly that ron isn’t much of a talker, but thankfully neither are you. he already has his tray set up, asking you a few quick questions as he moves everything over towards you. “so… obviously i don’t have a privacy curtain, i’m sorry about that” he blushes a bit as he finishes washing his hands. “If you just… bare with me a bit” he chuckles nervously.

he looks around his small station, noting that it’s basically out in the open. he’s a sweet man, you learn quickly, so you smile at him. “that’s alright” you reassure him. you wiggle a bit in the seat, still slightly anxious. “i’ll be fine” you nod, more so assuring yourself than him this time.

“go ‘head and take off your shirt, and then if you can just pull down your bra for me” he nods, turning around towards his desk and getting a little care package ready for when you go—wanting to give you at least some semblance of privacy while undressing.

when he turns back around, his cheeks tint pink as he looks first at your boobs then up at you. “you can just turn and face this way” he nods as he rolls over in the small circle chair. you do as he says and face him just as he turns to his tool tray. though he doesn’t have a privacy curtain, he uses his large body and broad shoulders to cover your breasts from the other piercers and the large windows—there were no other patrons in the shop besides you, so this made you feel incredibly at ease. “have you had your nipples pierced before?” he asks.

“no, never” you shake your head. he notices the tremor in your voice and gives you a little reassuring smile. he can tell you’re anxious, and he’s doing everything he can to ease your nerves. “i just have one rule for all my tattoo artists, piercers, nurses… anyone that comes near my body with a needle” you ramble a bit as you list the different occupations.

he chuckles a bit as he nods, grabbing an alcohol wipe to clean your nipples. “what is it?” he hums.

“don’t count.” you say seriously. “i don’t want 1, 2, 3 or 3, 2, 1… if you count i’ll tell you to stop and just go home” you tell him. ron laughs a bit harder, his orange curls bobbing as he nods in understanding.

“alright, i can do that” he nods. “i’m just gonna clean them, and then i’ll mark them and show you, and after that i’ll do the piercing” he informs you, and you’re nodding along with each thing he says. once you’ve gotten the nitty-gritty out of the way, you keep your head down, watching his arms and his body as he works. “do you have a preference of which one you want me to do first?” he asks.

“no” you shake your head. “just go for it” you giggle a bit, and he smiles at you. ron takes a gloved hand, starting with your left tit and gently pinching your nipple between his fingers. he flicks it a few times, his brows pinching together in focus as he plays with your nipple in order to get it hard. you don’t even notice ron has the needle in his hand until you feel it piercing through the sensitive skin.

you suck in air through your teeth, squeezing your hands into fists as you try, but fail, to bite back a whine. “breathe… breathe, it’s okay” ron whispers softly, inching a bit closer to you. “you can squeeze my shoulder if you need to… you won’t mess me up” he says softly. his movements are slow and deliberate, taking time to not mess up your piercing as he pushes the needle through to the other side.

a moan of pain tumbles past your lips once more as you squeeze his shoulder and grit your teeth. “owowowow” you whine, trying your hardest not to squirm or cringe away in pain.

“i know, i’m sorry” he murmurs softly. “you’re doing so good, we’re almost there” he whispers. just as he says that, you feel the needle poke through the other side, and you let out a sigh of relief. your relief is short lived as he pushes the jewelry through the new hole he just made in your body and another high pitched moan tumbles past your lips. “there we go…” he says softly, gently rubbing your side. “i just have to screw this in and then i’ll move on to the other side” he tells you as he grabs the ball end of the jewelry.

the second one is nowhere near as painful as the first—going in much easier as well. however, it still has you making those pretty little sounds on that are making ron’s cock harden as he wonders what other sounds he can pull from you. “that’s it” he praises gently, nearly having to physically restrain himself from placing a kiss to your delicate skin. “you did so good” he hums, beginning to clean the spilling blood.

“thank you” you smile at him as he finishes up, letting you know you can redress and beginning to clean his station. as you pull your bra back up and grab for your shirt, the room begins to spin. you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, a small smile gracing your lips as you become slightly loopy. “um… can i lay down for a minute?” you giggle softly.

“yeah of course!” he smiles as he turns to look at you. “are you lightheaded?” he asks, walking over to his mini fridge. when you only hum and nod in response, he hands you a capri sun and a pack of scooby-doo fruit snacks. “here… sugar will help” he tells you. he sits in his chair as you pop open the capri sun, now done cleaning. “eat the fruit snacks. all that sugar will help.” he tells you softly when he notices you only drinking the juice.

you nod lazily, squinting your eyes open as you make a small rip in the package. “yanno usually i’m paid to see my tits, not the other way around… and you didn’t even compliment them” you sigh, your head still spinning a bit as you smile lazily. you bite back a giggle when you imagine the blush that you definitely know is coating his cheeks.

his only response is a chuckle, and you think that’s the end of it until you’re checking out and paying him—now ready to actually stand straight and be able to drive your car. as you hand him the money, he gives you a care package, a cute sticker, aftercare instructions, ointment and alcohol wipes, a lollipop, and a blank card with his name and number. “text me a picture when you have the gauze off so i can make sure they look alright… maybe then i’ll compliment them” he winks slyly.

suddenly, you’re the one blushing as you walk out to your car.

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[may-russell]

Who’s the other boy?

Ron gets jealous after seeing you hang out with a Slytherin guy.

Word Count: 1.8k

!established relationship/situationship.

!ron weasley X reader

minor angst, mostly fluff

Your morning started as it usually does.

You woke up in your dorm and started getting ready for the day, you had plans to hang out with Ron later that day, so you made sure to wear the perfume he always complimented you on. As you walked out to the Slytherin common room, Oskar, your best friend, greeted you with a big smile.

He had been feeling down recently, so seeing him so cheerful made you really happy.

You sat down next to each other during breakfast and walked to class together, hugging goodbye by the potions class door, as your friend had a different lesson.

You felt an intense stare following you the minute you walked through the door and while you made your way to your usual seat, (a couple tables behind Ron’s ) , but you brushed it off, as professor Snape told everyone to open their books.

Immersed between pages and notes, a piercing stare kept bothering you, but the minute you looked around to see who it could be, it stopped. This went on the entire lecture, forcing you to make a mental note on telling your boyfriend, who’s not really your boyfriend, yet- To tell Ron, about it once class was over, he probably couldn’t do anything about it, but at least he’d know and that would ease your nerves.

An hour went by, and as everyone started getting up their seats and heading out, you waited around for Ron, who quickly took off as if he were in a rush, who knows, maybe he was. It was weird, but him and his friends always had something going on, surely, he was just busy.

You didn’t share any of your next classes with him, and you were so deep in thought you didn’t even notice the stare was gone, thank Merlin, or your overthinking would’ve been worse. Focusing on your lessons was way easier without it, and, without him, at least not having him a couple seats over would make it less obvious he’s been ignoring you, that way you could still give him the benefit of the doubt.

Walking towards your next class, you ran into your best friend, he was talking to a Ravenclaw guy you didn’t know, it seemed like they had a vibe going on, so you waited closely until they were done so as to not interrupt. After a few seconds, Oskar saw you and immediately ran towards you.

- “Heeey”. He greeted you, all smiley again.

-“Hi, who was that guy?”

- “Oh, nobody, I’ll tell you later… Come on we don’t want to be late”. He said, holding onto your arm as you both made your way through the hallway.

Finally, you caught a glimpse of Ron after barely seeing him all morning, you tried waving at him to get his attention but he changed his focus to his friend instead. Was he actually ignoring you? It felt like he was; now things were definitely weird. Your thoughts started isolating you from the world around you, and that piercing stare was back, strong enough that even Oskar could feel it.

- “I swear someone’s trying to curse me or something”. He said, snapping you out of it.

- “What??”.

- “I’ve felt someone staring at me all day, like, total bad vibes. It’s so annoying”.

- “Wait, me too. It started back when I had potions with Snape, when you…”

- “SAME”. He cut you off.

- “And it’s been going on all day?”. You asked.

- “Yes. Nonstop”.

- “I’ve only felt it again just now.”

- “So it’s someone in here then”.

He said putting down his stuff on your shared desk.

- “Well McGonagall is going to get here any minute, let’s keep an eye out for whoever it is”. You said, pulling out your homework.

- “Right”. He agreed. “By the way… what’s the answer to the last question? I didn’t finish last class’ notes”.

- It’s… umm…

There he was again, walking right past you like you weren’t even there. I mean, you didn’t expect him to make grand gestures every time your paths crossed but, a simple “hi” or a smile would be enough.

Instead, you got nothing, not even a glance. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it crushed you. Didn’t he like you? Why was he being so mean all of a sudden? You couldn’t tell your friend about it because he would tell you to cut him off, and maybe he was right, maybe you shouldn’t give him “the benefit of the doubt”, maybe someone who cares about you wouldn’t treat you like that. But… he isn’t just “someone”… it’s Ron! it’s funny, caring, kind Ron. It’s the boy you like. Ron.

Whatever, you’ve had enough. As soon as lunch starts you were going to talk to him, if he’d change his mind and he doesn’t like you anymore, then fine, it’s over. But if he had a reason to be acting the way he was, and you really hoped he had a “good” reason, then you would hear him out.

It seemed like time was on your side, because the lesson flew by, and sooner than expected, it was lunch time.

You grabbed your stuff, said bye to your friend, and walked straight to the Great Hall. And there he was, of course, sitting down in front of Hermione and Harry, stuffing his face with whatever he was eating. He didn’t notice you walking towards him or he would’ve probably ran off, given the way he had been behaving all day.

- “Ron.” You said sitting down next to him. “Are we still hanging out later?”

-“ Umm I- I don’t know, I have to… help Harry… with… something”.

- “What’s up with you today?” You asked.

- “Nothing”.

…

- “I can’t read your mind Ron. If something’s going on, you have to talk”.

Your tone was getting firm, not aggressive, but almost.

-“ Nothing’s going on”.

His tone was quieter than usual, and you couldn’t quite read his face.

- “Are we hanging out later, yes or no?”

…

- “Yes.”

- “Are you sure?”

- “Yes, I’ll find you”.

You were trying really hard to keep it together, but, come on, it’s Ron, he could read your face even if he was blind.

- “I promise”. He reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze.

- “Alright then,” It’s all you managed to answer . “bye guys”.

“Bye” they said.

-“What’s up with that?” Harry asked.

- “I don’t know. I think I messed up” Ron said.

-“You think?!” Hermione asked. “You barely even looked at her”.

-“Yeah Ron, you’re lucky she even likes you,” Harry added. “she’s a Slytherin, she hates everyone”. He scoffed.

-“Oh then I’ve really messed up”.

The hours until you were supposed to meet felt like an eternity, and what did he mean by “I’ll find you”, where should he find you? how would he know where you were? Anyway, that’s for him to worry about, your only job is to wait for him to show up, if he shows up. You hoped he did.

You left your dorm to take a walk before your mind started racing with thousands of possible scenarios. After a few minutes, you sat down on a bench in the courtyard, near a big tree, with chains of leaves so long it made it the perfect spot to cover from the sun, and the eyes of everyone else, it’s where you and Ron kissed for the first time.

Guess finding you wasn’t hard at all, because after a few minutes there he was, approaching you with his hands behind his back, he seemed… regretful, sad, hurt even.

But so were you, so you stood still instead of running towards him like you’d usually do, waiting for him to reach you.

And then he finally did.

-“Hi” He broke the silence. “I didn’t think you’d want to see me”.

-“I wasn’t sure I should”. Your tongue was sharp.

-“I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a dick”.

-“Yeah, you have”.

-“Glad were on the same page” He scoffed.

And you laughed, he always knew how to get you.

-“These are for you” He said, showing a little bouquet of flowers he had behind his back. “I asked Neville what the best I’m-sorry-I’ve-been-a-dick flowers were, and he said I could find them near Hagrid’s hut, they’re pink roses and white tulips. They smell like that perfume of yours I really like”.

He really knew how to get you.

Your gaze softened and he could feel his heart clench, the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you.

-“You were mean today. I didn’t like that.”

-“I’m sorry, I was being stupid, I- I saw you with another guy and it just made me feel so stupid, jealous, and I’m aware how immature and stupid of me that is, I’m also aware of how much I use the word stupid and that just makes me feel more stupid… Y/N I never meant to hurt you, I just didn’t know how to react, I’ve never felt like that before”.

-“You could’ve talked to me, Ron. Not ignore me”.

Your tone was soft but the pain in your voice was loud, so loud it broke his heart.

-“I know, I should’ve” He said taking a step closer to you. “Y/N I’m in love with you, and that scares me, and when I saw you with him, I just, I was afraid”.

-“I still don’t get it, who are you talking about?”.

-“Who am I to-? The Slytherin guy!”.

-“…Oskar?”. You said, holding in your laughter.

He gave you a puzzled look, why did it look like you wanted to laugh?

-“Oh Ron, he’s not like that” You took a step forward.

-“Like what? All guys are like that, trust me, I’m a guy”.

-“No Ron, he’s really not like that”.

-“What do you mean?”.

-“I can’t just say it, you need to read between the lines. But trust me when I say that he would never fancy me, like, ever”.

He gave you an even more puzzled look.

-“How could he not? Look at you”.

-“No Ron, not me, and not any other girl”. You took another step forward, reaching your hand to his.

-“OH!.. Oh, now I feel even more stupid”.

You couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore.

-“You should, that was really stupid”. You howled embracing him.

-“Aww stop it, how was I supposed to know?”. He said, hiding his sheepish red face in the crook of your neck.

-“You know, we felt a really intense stare all day, mainly him. Any idea who could’ve been?” You teased.

-“It was probably me, sorry”.

Your laugh filled up the place, and, as embarrassed as he was, he was glad you weren’t mad at him anymore.

-“So… you forgive me?”.

-“Yes, but don’t ever do that again”.

-“I promise”.

You stayed like that, embracing each other in silence, happy everything was resolved.

Until he broke the silence, again.

-“Are you going to tell him about this..?”

-“Yes! And he’s going to laugh harder that I did”.

-“Oh no”. He whined, hiding in your neck again.

The End.

I’ve noticed there aren’t many fluff stories about Ron on here, so I made this little blurb. There are some on ao3 but it intimidates me too much to post anything there so Tumblr shall have it.

Apologies for any grammar mistakes, its 5 am and I was decided on finishing it today.

Also, Y/N wouldn’t explicitly say her friend’s sexuality so as not to out him, but trusts Ron enough to give him an idea about it.

Y/N is a Slytherin because I’m a Slytherin, but also because I think the dynamic is fun.

[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.

[papaya-047]

Hi!!

This is my first time asking something but could you do a Ron weasley x reader where they both are Quidditch players maybe different houses even!!

and they have fun in the quidditch closet! (fluff or smut whatever you want!!)

The most smut i will do is PG-13 lmao, we are a family friendly blog over here. Am I good at writing anything remotely smutty? No. so this what you get. 

This was going to be the worst practice ever, you've been begging for friendly matches to stop since you got on the team but they never were quite friendly. The last friendly game was against Slytherin and they did not hold back. You walked out of that practice with a black eye and a sprained wrist. At least this was just for fun, and since having fun was one of two reasons you wanted to do quidditch in the first place you try to make the best of it. Especially since the other reason is on the team you're playing against. 

Hurrying out of your dorm you stumble your way to the quidditch field, struggling to lug your equipment around the campus. “Need a hand?” A deep voice spoke over your head. Ron.

“I’m fine.” you said, your broom in one hand and an overstuffed duffle in the other, all dragging behind you. 

“Clearly,” the sarcasm in his voice was obvious. Without warning the bag was lifted out of your hand and you were free to hold your broom without it touching the floor. 

“You know if you keep dragging it like that you're doing to damage the bristles on the broom.” 

You laugh, “what's that gonna do? Make it less aerodynamic?” you ask sarcastically.

“Yes,” he said shortly. “Or you know what you should probably keep dragging it, it'll make it easier to beat you.”

“Please you don't need the help, I don’t try at these things.” Trying to keep up with Rons strides proved to be a bit of a challenge. He was walking at a lethargic speed but the length of his steps were worth 3 of yours. 

“That's too bad I was looking forward to playing you,” he said through a smile. You felt your face grow hot. “And a friendly game means you won’t kick my ass.”

You laughed, “what makes you think I would kick your ass at all?” 

“Your track record,” you looked at him confused. “Do you really not remember? First year? And Second, third and fourth?” You shook your head. “Well I guess the trauma seared it into my memory,” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “oh don't be dramatic. I never did anything that bad.” 

Still smiling, Ron looked down at you for the first time since you started walking, “No, just tackled me a lot.” 

“In first year? When I was learning how to fly? You still remember that?” you shouted mortified as the flood of embarrassment came rushing back. 

“When your crush lands on top of you, your 11 year old boy brain tends to think about it a lot.” he laughed.

“You had a crush on me?” 

“Wasn't it obvious? I nearly failed every class we had together because I was so busy staring at you.”

You tried your best to remember your first year classes, but any of Rons “obvious” behavior was not something your first year self ever picked up on, “I can safely say I didn't notice.”

“Why did you think I needed so much help in every subject?” 

“You're an idiot?” you asked through a muted laugh.

“No, I just spent every class paying attention to you instead of the material. So when you practically obsess over someone and they continuously struggle to balance on a broom, you hope to be put in a position that you might end up with said person on top of…” his voice tapered off. Cheeks red, refusing to make eye contact. He clearly didn't mean for that word vomit to come out, but up until he stopped talking you assumed those feelings had stopped after the first year, but now you're not so sure. 

“So what about second, third and fourth year?” you tried to move the conversation along wanting to casually move past what Ron just said, he was clearly embarrassed and you didn't want to make things worse. 

The two of you reached the quidditch field, the sight of fluttering robes and the distant echoes of laughter filling the air. Ron scratched his head, and avoided your gaze.  "Well, second year was all about the dueling club," he began, trying to regain composure. "Remember when I was petrified? You visited me in the hospital wing. I was so out of it and used to being tackled that I thought you were going to hex me." 

You chuckled at the memory. "As if I would hex you. Besides, I couldn't resist visiting the famous Ron Weasley,” you put on a mocking tone, “you were always up to something.”

“I still am.” he mumbled under his breath. Clearing his throat “in third year I convinced myself you hated me and fourth year, well I spilt my drink on you at the yule ball so I was certain you hated me.” 

You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Oh my god,. How could I forget?” the Yule ball was a bottle of embarrassment you did not want to revisit. No one asked to go with you and the moment you thought a certain ginger was going to ask you to dance he spilled his drink all over you, “You know I stole that robe from professor sprout?”

Ron stopped in his place, “That was Sprout’s?” he raised his voice in shock.

“Yep,” you chuckled, “Do you even remember what it looks like?” 

“Of course I do!” he exclaimed, before calming himself down, “Although in my memory it’s covered in fruit punch.” Ron continued walking to bring your stuff over to where your team was setting up. You noticed how much slower he’d gotten, it was much easier to keep up. 

“I technically didn't steal it, I just borrowed it and had my dormmate alter it a bit.”

“Well they did a bloody good job, you looked hot.” Ron said before he could stop himself, “I-I mean,” he stuttered, “you looked good.” changing his tone.

You smirked at Ron stopping in the middle of the field. "Hot, huh?" you teased, enjoying the rosy tint that crept across Ron's cheeks.

Ron stumbled over his words, "No, not hot. Definitely not hot." trying to backtrack. Your face fell slightly, making him panic even more. “Not that you're not hot! You’re so hot it's crazy!”

Suddenly, in the midst of their walk, Ron tripped over a loose cobblestone and by instinct grabbed you for balance. But instead of regaining his footing, the unexpected momentum sent both of you tumbling forward.

As you crashed to the ground, and somehow you found yourself sprawled on top of Ron, his laughter echoing yours in the crisp air. "You definitely need balance training,” you quipped through laughter, but he wasn't laughing. Your duffle had been flung above his head, and his hands had instinctively grasped for you, firmly planted around your waist, and for a moment, you both lay there, catching your breath and sharing a moment of sheer hilarity.

Your laughter subsided, replaced by silence as you gazed into each other's eyes. “Just like old times, eh?” You tried to lighten the tension. He didn't reply, lost in your eyes seemingly unable to speak. “Ron? Are you oka-”

“Can I kiss you?” he interrupted. Rushing the words as if he had been building up the courage to speak. 

“On the field?” Ron shot up, nearly shoving you off of him. He quickly picked up your things and tried to avoid eye contact. This time he picked up your broom as well and we was off to your team's changing rooms to drop your things off. This time his pace was far from lethargic, he may as well have been running, that would be the only way you could ever keep up with him. “Ron?” you shouted as you jogged after him trying to catch up.  

Once you got to the changing rooms your team whispered at the sight of gryffindors keeper in their rooms. “Here you go,” dropping your things on the side and rushing out. You grabbed his arm. He was red and looking anywhere but your eyes. Your team began filling out the room to begin warming up as they called you to hurry and get dressed. 

You dragged Ron further into the room, “Listen Ron-”

“You don't need to say it, I'm sorry. It was an accident and it'll never happen again. The last thing I ever want to do is make you uncomfortable.” he was rambling, “and you can ignore what i said, i saw a pretty girl on top of me and i wasn't thinking. Not that I think you're pretty! Not that you're not pretty! Oh god-” you crashed your lips into his, an effective way to shut him up. He was tense with surprise before melting into the kiss as you pulled him closer by his shirt, his hand cupped your face, his arm wrapped around your waist drawing you in. He turned you, pinning you against the wall as his kiss deepened. His knee rose up to rest between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

The whistle blew outside, pulling you away from the kiss as you hear your captain shouting your name. You sigh disappointedly. You turn back to Ron, who was staring at you, you giggled nervously, “what?”

“I take it back, I think you're very pretty.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. 

[rupertsfangirl]

Ron Weasley Imagine-He Catches You in the Act

Word Count: 1.2k

Disclosure: some spanking, praise kink, light choking, pet names.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

Context: You (witch, sorry boys) are already in a relationship with Ron and are currently at the burrow. It is late and Ron went to shower but you were feeling aroused and thought you could do it quickly while he was in the shower.

Y/NN = Your nickname

The bed was lumpy but soft; it made me feel warm, especially after the busy day I had. I rolled over from having my face buried in the pillow to be on my back. I looked up at Ron, he was on his way out of the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" I say curiously, tilting my head slightly.

"Shower," He said bluntly

"Really, this late?"

"I'm filthy, y/nn."

"But the bed's so warm-" I move my body into a suggestive position "-and i'm in it."

He blushed a bit letting out a small laugh; while shaking his head he walked out the door. I crossed my arms in a pout, I was feeling very horny and impatient. I got off the bed and stuck my head out the door, peering into the stairwell. I could only see darkness in both directions. I closed the door moving back to the bed, what if I just took care of it myself? I pulled out my wand to cast the muffliato charm, failing to think about locking the door; then I got myself comfortable on Ron's bed. I could smell him and it made me want him even more. I quickly removed my pants and underwear and began to touch myself in all my erogenous areas. I let out husky breaths of pleasure, losing concept of when and where I was. The feeling of my fingers was both hot and cold as I ran them across my body.

Suddenly, the door opened. Ron stepped in wearing only some loose pajama pants. He noticed me on the bed and what I was doing. My face flushed and I yanked the blanket over my body and face. He walked over to the bed and sat to my right while placing one arm near my left side. I lowered the blanket to just below my eyes to reveal Ron staring from right above me. The tops of his ears were red, cute, I thought to myself.

He smirked, "Why'd you stop?" I looked at him and pulled the blanket back over my eyes but he stopped me and pulled it down.

"You left me all alone," I sat up and leaned in close to his face. "What else was I supposed to do, when you know I'm impatient," I whined. He rolled his eyes playfully and placed his hand on my chin pulling me in. Our lips touched, and I could feel the heat of his mouth. Shifting a bit closer to each other he placed his hand on the back of my neck. His tongue finding its way into my mouth and intertwining with mine. The moment lasted until we pulled apart to catch our breaths'.

"Don't let me keep you from your pleasure, bunny," He whispered against my neck as he ran down it with kisses.

"B...but I need you to do it."

"You were doing just fine before I walked in," he positioned himself behind me. I was sitting in his lap still exposed with my head on his shoulder.

"I want to watch you," he said with a sort of stutter but I could tell he was trying to sound demanding. Ron grabbed my wrist and led it down so my fingers hovered over my clit.

"Baby, but this feels-" I moved only my eyes to look at him "-degrading."

"I thought that's what you liked," he said back playfully. I bit my lower lip, throbbing after hearing his words. He released my wrist and I began to touch myself feeling the hot and cold sensations of pleasure again. His hands began to trace my body's sensitive areas causing me to bend to his movements. Our lips met again as he brought his hand under my shirt to my breast and pinched my nipple. The stimulation of his rough fingers created a symphony of whines and moans from my mouth. My own hand continued to stimulate my clit while my other tried to reach for Ron's—he stopped me by grabbing my hand.

"You have to ask for it," he said assertively. I rolled over so that I was face to face with him.

"C'mon bunny, you're a big girl.

"Don't get all shy on me now."

I placed my hands on his shoulders, "I want you to—"

"Want me to do what, use your words."

"—to make me yours-" I paused, and looked down, "-to put it inside me," I blushed through the last part of that sentence. He helped me pull off my shirt then quickly pushed me down so that he was on top. He held my wrists above me and used his other hand to lower his pants.

I twitched in excitement and unthinkingly I said almost pleading, "Just fuck me, I can't wait anymore."

"Good girl." His words melted me. He released my wrists while I rested my left leg on his shoulder. 

“You know the safe word.”

“Yes.”

He grabbed my right ankle as I placed my newly freed hand on his hard dick and helped him guide it in. He let out a low groan as he entered me all the way, "I'm going to move y/nn." I nodded in understanding while he began thrusting into me. I gripped the bed sheets while calling his name and squirming every time he planted a slap on my ass. 

As he brought his hand down for the fifth time he asked, “Does my good girl like when I slap her ass?” I didn’t answer immediately as i was lost in the motion of his hips. Impatient, he placed his hand to my neck and squeezed it. 

“Now, does my good girl like when I slap her ass?”

I quickly looked at him with my eyes and said “I love it,” in a whimper. He grinned and released his grip on my throat. Then he began to hit my most sensitive spot. I gripped the bed sheets even tighter as my mind got lost in the sensations. Moving my leg from his shoulder Ron leaned into my pleasure stained face and began to trail kisses from my lips to my neck. 

In between my gasps and whines I managed to moan, “I’m close.”

“Me too Bunny, come whenever you’re ready baby,” I reached to stimulate my clit as his thrusts quickened. My back arched as I reached my climax, Ron pulled out and almost immediately used his fingers to help me ride out my orgasm while his cum dripped onto my belly. 

“Are you okay?” He brushed away the hair stuck to my face. I nodded with closed and watery eyes still feeling a lingering orgasmic pleasure. A smile spread across his face as he planted kisses on my forehead while caressing my head; and whispering praises. I smiled, feeling fulfilled and loved. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.

“Now let’s get cleaned up.”

[yupthisisshe]

Dating or being good friends with Ron headcanon: Sometimes Ron chews rather loudly

You’re staring at Ron with the intent of catching his attention.

“What?” he asks, mouth stuffed, his words muffled by the food in his mouth.

“I think could hear you chewing from the astronomy tower if I tried,” you respond with an open smile and a jokingly raised eyebrow.

“Oh,” he says before swallowing his food. “Sorry.” His voice was finally fully coherent without the food in his mouth.

“S’alright. I do it too. I’ve got no room to talk, honestly,” you jest.

Ron smiles. Both at your antics and at this example of how you don’t mind his ‘annoying’ tendencies. Everyone else wants him to be perfect or at least be better, but you don’t. You just want him to be Ron. He appreciates that in you. It makes him feel valued in a world where he often feels overlooked and inadequate. Between Harry and his siblings, it’s hard to find someone who appreciates him. He’s glad to have found that in you.

[rip-us-xoxo]

Ron not liking the fact that you have Instagram (Blurb) (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 25, 2021

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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A/n- I’m bacccckkk! I’ve had this idea for a whle and I finally decided to write it lol

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“What are you up to?” Ron asked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He placed a gentle kiss to your neck. “Oh, just scrolling through Instagram,” you said absentmindedly, continuing to scroll. 

“Instagram?” he questioned and looked over your shoulder. “Yeah! Hermione introduced me to it a couple weeks ago, and it’s amazing!” you gushed, turning around to face him. 

“What is it?” he queried and pulled you closer to him, inattentively caressing your arm. “It’s an app where you post bikini photos!” you said excitedly, scrolling furiously through your explore page. “Bikini photos?“ he questioned, his eyebrows became knitted together. 

He chuckled slightly, grabbing your phone, “You don’t post any, right?”. When you didn’t say anything, his eyes became wide as he quickly tried to find your posts, “How do you work this thing?!“. 

“Ron, calm down!” you hushed, helping him to find your profile. He immediately clicked on one of your posts and sighed a sigh of relief. “Phew, I thought creepy guys were gonna be saying stuff about you,” he chuckled, “silly me.”. 

“Well…” you upspoke, clicking on the comments. 

Ron scrolled through the comments, his eyes getting wider and his face getting closer to your phone in horror. “’Look at that sexy body, sweets’?!” he read out loud. 

“’Lookin’ hot, snookums’?!” he read, baffled, “Snookums?! Really?!”. “I know right?!” you laughed. 

He skimmed through a few more before jealousy overcame his face, “’I just want to fuck you so hard, princess’”. You started caressing his arm to calm him down. 

“I’m the only one that gets to talk to my princess like that!” he said, highly offended and very angry. “I know, Ron, I know,” you whispered, trying to calm him down. 

““That’s it! I want you to delete this right. now.” he told you, handing you your phone. “Ron, it’s just a few comments, calm down,” you said, rubbing his back. 

“Calm down? Calm down?!” he raged, “they’re sexualizing you! I’m only allowed to do that!”. You were rolling on the floor laughing at this point, Ron did not understand why you were laughing though, he was very serious. 

After you calmed down, you took Ron by the hands and looked him in his eyes, although he refused to meet yours, “You know that you’re the only man for me, right?”. He shook his head, pouting and looking out the window. 

You chuckled and gently moved his face to look at you, “And I belong to you, yes?”. “Duh,” he said, rolling his eyes, “that was a stupid question.”. You chuckled once more, making Ron laugh smile. 

“Alright then, let’s go to our room and you can sexualize me all you want,” you told Ron. 

“I like the sound of that,” he said hungrily and picked you up, carrying you to your bedroom.

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xoxo

[angeliicheartt]

🎧 your star — request a character & a song and i’ll come up with a lil blurb 4 u

omg ron (obvs he's lit my bfie) and uhhh uhhhhh how you get the girl (tv) by taylor swift <3

ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ

includes: ron weasley

fem!reader

a/n: slightly weird phrasing of stuff, based on how you get the girl by mother taylor, i think that's it, lmk!

you opened your door to see a soaked ron weasley standing on your family’s doorstep. the rain coated his red hair, dark from the moisture. he’s breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down. 

“ron?” is all you can muster out, the two of you having had an argument before summer break started, about a month ago, and not seeing nor speaking to each other since.

“are you insane? did you fly here?” you begin to scrutinize, seeing his broom laying on the road in front of your house. “get inside.”

you drag him in by his soaked jacket sleeve, shutting the door behind him as he drips onto your welcome mat. 

“(y/n), listen—“ he starts before you walk away to grab a towel, you grab the biggest one and quickly wrap him in it. your hands move to cup his cheeks before your lips place a gentle but firm kiss on his forehead.

“i missed you, i overreacted about the whole thing and—“

“no, (y/n), listen to me, please.” he starts as he moves to grab your wrists then sliding down to hold your hands. “i want you so much, for better or for worse. i would wait an eternity for you to forgive me but i needed to see you.” he rushes out.

you stay silent, partly stunned at his words. “i had to have lost my mind to let you walk away from that argument hurt.” 

you look down at his feet, his hands move to cup your cheeks and lift your chin back up to face his pleading stare. “i’ll put it back together, i promise.”

you crumble into him, your arms circling his waist as his, bulging in his sweater, wrap around your neck. You tuck your head into his chest as you mumble, “you’re forgiven.”

and that's how it works, that's how you get the girl (back).

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[nottsangel]

theo x reader x ron threesome?? 🫣🫣

“that’s not where the fucking clit is, idiota del cazzo. have you ever seen a woman’s body before?” theo disapprovingly snarles at poor ron, who is aimlessly moving his fingers along your aching core while you so desperately crave to feel something. “well, yes!” ron replies defensively, eyes narrowing as he glares at theo, before they dart away quickly. “…on a screen, i have.” he murmurs quietly, his cheeks turning bright red with embarrassment. “yeah, i can fucking tell.”

hearing the two boys bicker back and forth, you start to wonder if this was a good idea in the first place. but you so desperately wanted to help your poor friend ron, who has practically no experience with women— except for an awkward first kiss that he does not want to think about ever again. so, being the good friend that you are, you offered to help him out and asked your other friend, theo, who, on the other hand, has maybe a little too much experience with women, to teach ron how to please a girl.

“before you cum in your fucking pants, go on and fuck the poor girl. she’s been dripping for the past hour.” you watch with an amused grin as the absurd scene unfolds before you— it’s like watching a bad comedy, and you can’t help but be entertained. you had never thought you’d see your two friends, who are polar opposites, together like… this.

ron quickly removes his clothes, unable to meet your gaze as he carefully positions himself between your legs. you smile gently at him, wanting to make him feel comfortable and safe. “are you okay, ron? you sure you want this?” theo instantly scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “trust me, he jerks himself off thinking about you every night, piccola. of course he wants this.” your eyes narrow disapprovingly at theo. “i asked ron, not you. dickhead.” ron presses his lips into a thin line, his brows furrowed in embarrassment. “well… that just makes me sound like a creep!”

a wide, amused smirk appears on your face at his indirect confirmation of theo’s statement before you spread your legs further to invite him in. “nice and slow, yeah? or else you’re gonna be coming before she can even feel a fuckin’ thing.” theo commands, his tone still stern and devoid of any emotion as his tall frame looms over you both next to the bed, his arms crossed and his piercing eyes narrowed.

ron places his trembling hands on either side of your head as he leans down, his face merely inches away from yours, yet he still can’t bring himself to meet your eyes. he slowly pushes into your dripping cunt, making you throw your head back at the stretch as he hisses at the sensation, his hands firmly gripping the sheets to steady himself.

“hmm. doing so good ron, just like that.” you praise, your hand trailing to his flushed face, your thumb gently brushing his bright red cheek. “you— you feel so good, bloody hell.” ron awkwardly begins to move in and out of you, still unsure of what he’s doing but completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. “tsk. no need to praise mr. stiff hips when he’s moving like that.”

“don’t be so fucking mean, theo.”

“don’t question my teaching strategies.”

theo then strides towards you, swiftly unbuckling his belt right next to your head before pulling down his pants and boxers. his throbbing cock springs free against his stomach, precum leaking from the pink tip as his intense eyes hungrily stare down at you. anticipation surges through your entire body as his strong hand harshly grips your jaw. “open up, amore.”

your body rocks back and forth with ron’s thrusts, your tits bouncing with each movement as you obediently open your mouth, and theo quickly pushes his cock inside. “that’s it, baby.” he groans, both hands firmly gripping your head as he begins to slowly thrusts into your wet mouth. ron’s jaw gradually drops at the sight in front of him, half-lidded eyes fixed on the scene as you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“i’m— i’m gonna cum soon!” ron pants, fingers digging into your soft skin as his thrusts become irregular and sloppy. “the fuck you aren’t.” theo snaps, his brows furrowed as he grips a handful of your hair and continues to harshly thrust into your mouth, drool running down your chin and tears welling in the corner of your eyes. “but i— i can’t hold it any—” “where are your fucking manners, huh? make her cum first, testa di cazzo!”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[rainydayathogwarts]

Hey hey, I absolutely love your writing. If you're still open to requests, I would love prompt 6 w/ Ron!! Tysm <333

6. Wiping away leftover lipgloss from their lips after kissing them.

Ron's grip tightened on your hips, a muffled groan leaving his lips when you press your chest against his snuggly, raising yourself onto your tippy toes to fetch another kiss from him. Your boyfriend was trapped between your body and the dresser behind him, not that he was complaining at all. Ron titled his head downwards, opening his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss, extracting a quiet moan from you, as your arms reached up to wrap over his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you.

The big hands on your hips loosened their grip on you, instead having arms snaking around your waist to tug you close in a suffocating hug. Ron's lips separated from yours as he dug his head in the crook of your neck, resorting to pressing kisses there instead, which had you squirming in his grip, one of your hands winding in his red hair, tugging him upwards to connect your lips back to his desperately. The second your lips reconnect in another kiss, a loud pop is heard in the room and you immediately push yourself off your boyfriend, spinning in his arms towards the location of the sound.

"Well this is exactly why Hermione didn't want to come up here herself, isn't it Georgie?" The two tall gingers stand in the room with their arms crossed and looks of feigned disappointment on their faces. "You are exactly right Freddie my boy." Replies the taller of the pair, shaking his head. "What?" You retort, confused. "Uh Hermione says you promised to have breakfast with her this morning while you finished the story?" You scoff, turning back to face your boyfriend, grabbing a fistful of his jumper to pull his down to your level, pressing your lips against his for a final kiss.

You take your time to kiss him despite the loud groans and pop slam of a door opening while the twins trudge out of the room, separating yourself from Ron to cup his face in your hand, thumb softly wiping the corner of his lips to try getting rid of the sticky lip gloss residue. Ron does the same, one hand cradling your cheek, the other one mimicking your movements. You grin up at him, letting your hand fall to his chest before patting him twice and spinning on your heels just in time to hear Hermione calling your name loudly.

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Ron Weasley

Masterlist

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🦁 I Love You First

[volturissideslut]

dating mattheo riddle hc?? pretty please 🥺

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖔 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

He doesn't have much good in his life, being the dark Lords son and all. He also doesn't trust easily

This means that when he finds you, someone good, who loves him, and he trusts. He's never letting go.l

Would genuinely die for you if push came to shove

Let's not even get into the fights he would get into defending you. He cherishes you, really, and has a dangerous lack of self preservation when it comes to making sure you're treated well

Though his grades are bad, he's actuattky really smart. It's just that he doesn't try

Seriously good at magic, especially DADA. If you're not good at it, he'll teach you. If your amazing, you'll duel.

If you win and beat, he gets really turned on. If you lose he'll teach you to be better

You're everything to him, he's going to make sure you can defend yourself

Gets all soft and mushy gushy when you're alone

He just becomes baby

Literally the embodiment of "🥺"

Wants you to pamper him, but he'll act tough and scowl. It's a cover up for his smile as he sits there with a panda face mask and you paining his nails metallic green.

You know that tiktok thing where draco gives you his ring? He does that. Puts it nice on a necklace to show the other guys you're his

But it's not a one sided thing. Nobody would dare say shit to him anyway, so he'll put on one of your jewelry pieces or scrunchies.

(please please please buy him a nice bracelet of give him one of yours. He LOVES them but would never tell or ask)

Give him flowers, please. He'll cry.

He'll call you princess and treat you like one.

But give him princess treatment back I beg

Is your personal hype man

BUT I MUST REITTERATE: IT TAKES A LONG TIME FOR HIM TO GET COMFORTABLE ENOUGH WITH YOU TO GET TO THIS POINT

[realmrszurzolo]

ron invites you to the burrow 𝜗𝜚

a/n: this is my first time actually writing/posting one of these so pls bare with me 😭 i like to think i’m not a bad writer but pls lmk if there are any grammar or punctuation errors 🤗😚 also i’m not british so there might be some mistakes or hiccups in the way they talk! again, i apologize 😓

warnings (??) — bf!ron, hufflepuff!reader, fem!reader, pure fluff ♥︎

you and ron had been together for a few months now, and everything was as perfect as could be. you went to his quidditch games, you both bonded over your love for food, and he gave the best hugs imaginable.

he had been unsure if it was a good idea to take you to meet molly and the rest of his family, especially after the way she had reacted to fleur. but after much back and forth and asking fred, george, and ginny, he decided on it.

“just….beware. they can get crazy sometimes,” he cautioned, his chest rising in an oddly deep breath before raising his fist to knock.

the snow had really piled up, you thought, as your scarf barely helped your face warm. your mittens intertwined as best they could with ron’s, his hat matching the cloth on your hands.

“don’t worry, ron, im sure i’ll be alright,” you smiled, squeezing his hand as you stared at the closed door waiting to open.

the door quickly flung open, revealing a beaming molly behind it. she immediately rushed over to hug ron tightly, mumbling a bunch of greetings. ron glanced at you from his mom’s hug, eyes wide in a ‘help.’

you giggled, running your thumb up his hand reassuringly.

molly pulled away, fixing up his now messy orange locks before looking to his left. molly’s jaw dropped, mirroring the way she pounced on ron, but somehow more aggressive to you.

“oh, you must be y/n,” she cooed, rocking you left and right as she squeezed the living daylights out of you.

“well, come on in, then!” she motioned for you two to follow her inside, you and ron side eyeing each other.

“sorry,” he whispered, swallowing thickly before following his mum inside the warm home.

“are you kidding? i love her already.”

once molly had rushed you two inside, arthur greeted you with a firm handshake and a smile. “my darling,” molly began, pouring you each a warm cup of tea. “you are twice as beautiful as ron makes you out to be,”

you smiled, giggling as you glanced at your boyfriend. his face reddened immediately.

“does ron talk about me a lot?” you ask curiously, lifting the mug to your lips. the warm steam cooled your pink nose. the fire crackled, fred and george conversing as they heated their sock-enclothed feet.

“oh, you have no idea,” molly began, ron buried his face in his palms. arthur chuckled, taking a long sip of tea. “but enough about him. tell me about yourself, dear,” she invited, motioning for ron’s dad to get out the biscuits.

“well, i’m a hufflepuff, i’m a prefect, head girl, and i have outstandings in all of my classes,” you told her, feeling a bit tense at the mention of your house. you knew how much the weasleys valued being a gryffindor, and the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint them.

molly and arthur exchanged glances, and you swore you could’ve screamed and ran away right that moment. you tapped on your mug, looking at ron before down at your lap.

“ronald, you break this girl’s heart and you’re out of the house,” molly raised her pointer finger at him, causing a fit of comfortable laughter to fill the silence of the room.

“she really is an angel, mum. she tutors 1st years,”he added, making you smile shyly as you hid your face in the mug.

molly gasped, holding her hand over her heart. “well, my dear, i am beyond delighted that you are taking care of my ronald. just let me know if he becomes a handful. i’ll be more than happy to send a howler his way,” she warned, shooting ron a stern glance.

just as quickly as your worries came, they disappeared. molly loved you, arthur loved you, and you had not a doubt in your mind that ron did, too.

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a/n pt 2: this was so fun to make!! i’m on a 5 day break so i’ll be writing some stuff, pls pls pls pls PLEASEEE lmk if you want to see anything or have any questions at all!! 😚😚