#ron weasley x you

[bellatrixscurls]

i’m thinkinggg about inexperienced ron weasley. more specifically, the one who has never more than kissed a girl, that girl being lavender brown. and maybe she let him touch her, finger her, but he was under the influence of a love potion.

now, ron wants to feel it. to really feel it with his dove, the one whom he actually loves and craves but... doesn’t know how to say it. so, sometimes you just feel his nosing at your neck, gripping your hip a little bit too hard whenever you kiss.

you tease him, make him work for it. “you gotta tell me, ronnie. i cannot read minds” you raise your eyebrows at him, and he whimpers, head burying farther against your shorts.

“i want you to touch me... please touch me, ynn” ron says softly, doe blue eyes looking up at you with such sincerity and need, that you just have to bring his face to yours and kiss him deeply, the pretty boy on top of you moaning needily into your mouth.

“bloody hell” he whispers when your lips release his, his own glossy and red. you reach between your bodies and take a hold of his clothed cock, fairly prominent as it is rock hard.

you stroke it, a bit harsh at first, wanting to hear him collapse all because of your hand. “please, please- oh g-god ” he cries against your lips, struggling to kiss you once again, but he only manages to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, continuing his pathetic crying.

“yeah, ronnie?” you taunt, your hand moving to hold him by the waist as your other hand slides down his abs and into his boxers.

ron shudders when he feels your hand on his hot skin. “yeah. fuck yes yes, please” he pleads with you, but soon enough you feel his cum coat your hand and hear a pained cry out of ron’s mouth, his lips puffy and red from all the biting.

“good boy, honey” you kiss his forehead and ron relaxes against you, your hand still on his cock.

[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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[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?’

[ikinremu]

that ron weasley drabble was so good omggg!!

could you pls write more, like riding ron in the common room but him having to guide reader because she’s so weak and afraid that they’re gonna get caught (reader literally asked him to fuck her right here haha)

Hi angel, thank you so much for requesting! Thank you sm for the support <3 So sorry this took so long, I really hope you enjoy :)

What You Asked For

Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

! Smut Warning !

Tags: P in V, Light spanking, praise, Unprotected Sex, Public

“C’mon darlin’ you can do it.” Ron practically cooed, assisting as you slowly straddled him, jeans unbuckled, freeing his hard length, “Not gonna give up on me now, are you?”

Your curious eyes darted round the empty room, voice a mere whisper, “What if someone comes in.?”

“Didn’t think about that when you asked me to fuck you here, did you?” He chuckled, head tilted ever so slightly to the side. His large hands splayed greedily over your ass, brushing against the flimsy fabric of your skirt.

You slipped a soft, breathy whimper, his grasp firm on your behind as he curled one hand around his bare cock. With great ease, he angled the thick of his tip with your entrance, silk panties dragged to the side, your cunt soaking his jeans.

“Am I gonna have to do it for you, sweetheart?” Ron’s sweet, prideful lips curved as he spoke, a pitiful tone lacing his words. Channelling your eyes directly with his own, he grunted rather hoarsely as you took him in.

Once more, your gaze flitted over your surroundings, fluttering shut as his cock so flawlessly filled your sopping entrance, unable to prevent your teeth from sinking down to the pillow of your lip.

“What you wanted, hm?” His smirk teased you just as intensely as the words he spoke, and you simply gave a soft - rather pathetic - nod, “Wanted me to fuck you in the middle of the common room, my dirty fuckin’ girl..”

His words pulled further whimpers from your throat, arousal slickening the heat of your tired upper-thighs. Your lips pressed out a sharp exhale as Ron guided your trembling hips against his own, your walls clenching around him as his tip pulsed between their sopping warmth.

“Shit, you feel good..” He practically grumbled, both hands squeezing eagerly at the thick of your ass, directing your hips together, bucking up against your flushed skin.

“Ron, please..” You fumbled out, utterly lost in the feeling of his cock pulsing between the harsh, desperate squeezes of your cunt.

“Please what? You’ve got to tell me what you want, y’know?” He encouraged, a single, tamed brow raising as he impatiently awaited your response.

“Please, more..” You gratified, the shallow pace of your breathing overpowering your speech, fingertips digging firmly into his broad shoulders.

Once more, he chuckled lowly, planting a lenient slap to your ass as you worked hungrily against one and other, as though further praising you, “More, yeah?”

Upon the abrupt request, he bucked his hips up far faster, grasp heated and possessive as he brought your body against him at a much faster rhythm, allowing the throbbing head of his cock to reach deeper. His tip smacked the very sensitivity of your g-spot. Your lip quivered, teeth puncturing down in a miserable attempt at silencing yourself.

“That’s it, good fuckin’ girl.” He groaned, voice low and broken, “Don’t want anyone coming in, do you?”

Frantically, you shook your head, focus drifting from your previous priority of the room as you mumbled soft pleas to the surrounding air.

“Fuck,” Ron grunted, losing composure in the intoxication of you, “Seeing me fuck this pretty pussy..”

The words fizzled a cloud of arousal in your stomach, your cunt only growing wetter by the second. His warm, smooth skin hit repeatedly with your own, the air both humid and heavy as the combination of your hushed noises spread throughout the common room.

His callous palms squeezed hungrily at your ass, soon trailing to his control of your aching hips as his cock so perfectly filled your begging, twitching pussy. Not granted much success in suppressing your satisfied moans, your head drifted back almost feebly, drawing a smug laugh from Ron’s mouth.

“C’mon, stay focused for me now.” He cooed, “You’re getting what you asked for, darlin’, understand?”

And you knew he wouldn’t relent till you did.

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the requests/asks feature on my page - it’d be so greatly appreciated!

[rainydayathogwarts]

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

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

wc: 1.3k warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f!receiving), naked dry humping, handjob.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Y/n: If I die, donate my body to science for research.

Draco: Okay…

Y/n: Except my middle finger. Send that to Ron.

Ron: Hey-

Draco: Done.

Ron: Hey!

[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.

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

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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.

[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.

[titaswrld]

slip off my new dress

description: finding a new sense of closeness with ron

pairing: ron weasley x fem! reader

contains: 18+, minors dni, smut, & p in v. characters aged up to 18.

song: juna by clairo

w.c: 810

|an: i think i did too much but 😛 lmk, i still think this is so cute tho.

part one part two

you make me wanna, go dancing

you make me wanna, try on feminine

you couldn’t believe this; really, you’d only ever thought about kissing his beautifully pink, pouty lips, but you’d never thought in a million years you’d be doing it here now.

you’d somehow ended up from the couch to his four poster bed within his dorm, curtains shut closed, and silenced with a quick muffliato charm from ron. the feeling of his warm, wet plush lips against yours was enough to awaken a feeling inside of you that left you craving so much more of him, all of him.

ron couldn’t stop himself, not if he tried. he was absolutely enamored by you, and he had the best view in the world underneath him right now. your flushed face, heavy tired eyes full of lust, and reddened lips from all the kisses you’ve shared within the last few minutes.

relishing in the feeling of each other was all you could do, the closeness you felt within the connection between your lips deepened as you slipped your tongue from your mouth into his, which brought on a new pace for the both of you.

"i need you, ron,” you’d said between kisses. that’s all he needed to hear.

you make me wanna, go buy a new dress

you make me wanna, slip off a new dress

“can i take this off? please?" he begged as you nodded quickly, chest heaving from the change of pace and the new sense of urgency to feel each other as his hands found the hem of your shirt, lifting it above your head and off of your body to reveal your braless tits.

“so beautiful f'me,” he’d said after quickly pulling his own shirt off, his lips immediately finding one of your hardened nipples, his hand massaging the other.

the new sensation left your mind cloudy, and panties wet as all that managed to escape your lips was an “oh, ron,” fingers tangled in his soft, red hair as he continued taking turns sucking, licking, and biting at your breasts.

you couldn’t take it anymore; you needed him now. you’d cupped his cheeks and pulled him back up to kiss you again, his lips hot and wet from the time he spent sucking and pleasing your tits.

you took this opportunity to unbutton and slip off his pants and boxers in the same motion; he’d gotten the memo and did the same for you. as he now positioned himself between your legs, he’d dragged the tip of his cock from your ready hole up to your throbbing clit, circling it with the wetness he had collected from doing so.

ron had finally found it within himself to whisper, “are you sure this is okay?” as he aligned himself with your entrance. looking up at him and nodding with pleading eyes was all you could do, your body overwhelmed by the newfound sensation as your eyes were locked in with one another.

don't even try

i don't have to think

with you, there's no pretending

“talk to me, love. is this okay?” he’d asked again, his eyes still focused on you, awaiting your response.

“yes, ron, more than okay.” you responded desperately; that’s the last thing you said before the wind was knocked out of your lungs. as he finally pushed into you, he recognized the look of slight pain on your face, lowering himself down to wrap his arms around your neck and peppering soft kisses along your forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin until you’d had every single inch of him buried inside of you.

"move, please, baby,” you’d pleaded. he obeyed as he began to slowly pull out and push back in to your wet cunt. you’d moaned while his mouth dropped slightly agape as his eyes dropped down to watch himself drag himself in and out of you again and again.

his pace quickened, and his cock sank deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips as your moans and the sound of your skin slapping against each other became louder and louder.

you’d felt the coil in your stomach tighten, ready to snap at any given moment as ron continued his quick pace.

"oh, ron, im gonna.." you gasped out as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck to ground yourself.

“me too, love; it’s okay. with me, okay?” he’d said between breaths, hips snapping against yours at a relentless pace.

finally, you’d felt the coil snap as you reached your climax, ron experiencing the same as his hips stuttered as he reached his high with you. he collapsed on top of you, causing you to let out a breathy laugh as he smiled against your chest, eventually falling asleep to the comfort and calmness of each other's rising and falling chests.

you know me, you know me

and i just might know you too,

come to me slowly

[amorchai]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄.

written for my old blog but never posted!

pairing(s): ron weasley x reader

words: 872

warnings/tags: fake dating, mutual pining.

“since when was this a rule?” ron’s dejected tone pulls you from searching your bag for the mints he asked and follow his gaze to the small standing sign outside the small hogsmeade café. your fingers feel the curve of the small packet of spearmint sweets and place them in ron’s awaiting palm while you read the sign yourself.

‘second hot chocolate free for couples only.’

“i think it’s just a cute thing for the holidays,” you try, tugging on ron’s plaid jacket to try and pull him into the café, desperate for a warm drink to battle the cold air. “no fair, just because i don’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean i shouldn’t get a free one. people in couples are supposed to be happy why do they get free stuff?”.

rolling your eyes at your friend and his dramatic tone, you talk when he shoves a few mints into his mouth, uncaring of the obnoxious chewing while doing so. “i don’t know i don’t work here, you know?”.

you try to tug him once more, but ron keeps to his spot, and he’s tall enough that you fail in moving him even an inch. you can see your own breath and your fingers feel numb from the frost, yet ron is mad he has to pay ten sickles for a warm drink.

“ron,” your tone serious, desperate to be in the warmth, so close but far you think about just leaving him here to wallow while you go inside to look for harry and hermione. “we can get it for free, y’know?” ron speaks after swallowing his sweets.

he���d been thinking, planning to himself so they can both save that few sickles worth and you turn to him reply, as gullible as a fish, “how could we get it for free? we aren’t a- oh.”

ron smirks at your expression, the tip of his nose and cheekbones pure red from the freezing weather evading his pale freckled face, and also from the proposition. “oh,” ron mocks lightly, watching as your expression gapes, moving from the sign and to him.

instead of waiting for your reply, ron places the mint packet back in your bag before his fingers trail down your arm and slither in between yours. and you won’t lie, the warmth of his palm is horribly inviting. how is he still so warm through this weather?

he guides you both in and you swear you must look like an idiot, facial expression nervous and darting around the café, since the place is mostly filled with fellow hogwarts students. “follow my lead, yeah?” ron glances back at you and all you can do is nod.

the small barista turns to face you, a glint in his eyes and cheery smile, a telling to you both it was probably his idea for the couple-based promotion. “how can i help you?” he asks, dish towel over his shoulder and another female barista making the drinks to the side, the smell of coffee so calming.

ron raises both your joined hands, clearly to show the man behind the counter, but playing it off by pointing to the menu, “two hot chocolates, right, babe?” ron turns to you. your wide eyes turn from your friend and to the man before nodding small, “y-yes, yes thank you.”

why is there butterflies in your stomach? and why do you not want ron to pull away?

“if you find a seat, we’ll bring them right out to you!” the man is smiling, nearly more than ron was. with his own smug grin, ron tries to play it off with a, “how much will that be?”. the man waves you off, “eight sickles. second one is free for couples.”

“that’s cool, right, love?” ron turns to you after handing over the money but you’re too busy trying to pretend you are melting at the pet names. ron leans down to kiss your freezing cold cheek and you can smell his minty breath, his free hand following to feel after, “let’s find harry and hermione, and get you warm, huh?”.

you nod frantically, pulling on ron’s hand and rushing yourself over to the side where you find harry and hermione’s waiting expressions. harry’s eyebrows are tugged, almost hidden beneath his glasses while hermione looks horridly concerned.

“uh- what was that all about?” asks harry once you both sit down, ron holding out your seat just to add that little extra boyfriend-ness despite being out of sight from the counter. “free hot chocolates,” you rush out, rambled and hermione raises a curious eyebrow to you as if she’s analysing your reactions.

“yeah?”

ron chuckles, hat pulled from his head and sprawled on the table while he allows his matted rough ginger hair to fall against his ears, “couples drink free hot chocolates.” you and harry look at each other when he shakes his head amused, watching as you try to act casual.

“thank god you weren’t with me,” harry tries to lighten the situation slightly but you aren’t listening, trying to ignore how much you miss ron’s palm in yours and his lips against your cheeks, not bringing up the fact ron paid full price for his hot chocolate anyway.

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[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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[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.

[myloveharry]

Dating Ron Weasley Headcanons

If it wasn't clear, he loves food and doesn't share, but you're an exception.

Ron loves to sleep, especially if it's on your shoulder, on your lap, or in your arms.

He loves to cuddle, and you stay wrapped in each other's arms till late morning, loving each other's presence.

You're the only one he loves more than food.

He's talkative, and doesn't like it when you go quiet for too long. He thinks that you're upset, and tries his best to cheer you up.

Ron is fiercely protective of you, if anyone ever tries to hurt you or harm you, he along with his friends and the Weasley twins will march on them.

He's also very possessive. Ron's the kind of person who gets jealous easily, but he's also easy enough to calm down once reassured.

Ron will never let you feel bad about yourself. If you ever feel insecure or underconfident, he'll be there to shower you with praise and show you how beautiful and amazing you are.

He's quite laidback and not opinioniated. You're the one who makes most decisions in your relationship.

But Ron has strong family values, and will always try to help you in whatever you do. He doesn't believe in things like 'that's a woman's job' or 'that's a man's job', he's quite openminded.

Ron feels bad because he can't spoil you like you deserve to be since he's not very wealthy, but you don't find any problems with it. You love him for him and nothing else.

At Hogwarts, you're always helping him in school, and seeing your efforts and dedication for him, he's begun to study harder.

He's proud of you, and he's proud that he has you. He loves to show you off, and though you don't want unnecessary attention, a part of you is giddy at that fact.

Ron is nervous when he plays Quidditch, but when you're in the stands, cheering for him, it boosts his confidence. And you have to admit, him in his Quidditch robes is a tad good sight.

Once Molly came to know about you, you started receiving a Weasley jumper at Christmas too, and once, the design on it was of you and Ron engraved in a heart.

Ron is not very rich, but he tries his best to get you the best present he can on Christmas and your birthday. You've no problem with that, since his efforts matter more to you than money ever could.

Ron doesn't like loud noises and parties, and his ideal evening would be spent in the common room with you and his close friends.

Ron is not vocal with his feelings, he doesn't talk a lot about how he feels about you but he does mutter the words 'i love you' to you before you to go to bed.

He learnt how to give you a massage, and whenever you're stressed or frustrated, he'll always be there to calm you down and take care of you.

Ron may not say it, but he loves you. Beyond words. You love him too. He's not perfect, but he's as good as they get, and you're grateful and happy that you have him and wouldn't trade him for anyone else.

[ikinremu]

KINKTOBER DAY 5 | THIGH RIDING X RON WEASLEY

Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Tags: Thigh Riding, Praise

"C'mon, darlin' you can do better than that." Ron encouraged as you rocked your hips weakly against his jean-clad thigh.

You huffed softly, fingertips digging into the broad of his back, feeling the pressure of him beneath you, driving up against the heat of you.

His large, rather callous hands seized your hips possessively, gaze trailing over your face as you straddled the thick of his thigh.

His breath swept over your neck, brushing your skin with heat, “Faster, sweetheart.”

A gentle, breathy whimper escaped your lips as you picked up at the pace, rocking your hips against his thigh as he bounced it tauntingly under your aching cunt.

“Much better, hm?” Ron teased, his voice low and his arm. Suddenly, he utilised his grip on your hips to tug you downward, increasing the pressure of him against you.

Your arousal only furthered, seeping through your now sodden underwear and against the material of his worn-out jeans.

“Ron..” You exhaled as he dragged your hips against the rhythm of his leg.

“I know, darlin.” He murmured, "Makin' a pretty little mess on my thigh, hm?"

You whined in pure desperation, grinding your hips at a faster pace by now, the pressure of his thigh bouncing up against you only adding to the pressure.

"Keep going." Ron coaxed, palms sliding to grip your ass through your skirt, splayed across his thigh, "Don't you fucking stop until you come undone on my thigh."

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Please note that in the process of kinktober works releasing, I’m also working through requests - if you’ve sent one in then thank you as always for your patience!!

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HEYYY!! I HAVE A REQUEST PLEASE

Prompt 6 with dialogue 14 w/ Ron. Steamy make out session (smut only if you're ok with it) in an abandoned classroom maybe? while they skip classes. So like it ends with Ron saying the line in dialogue 14. Or yk whatever or however you feel like writing the whole thing I don't mind. love you writing SM AHHH ♡♡♡ tysm love

I know I already wrote one with prompt 6 but it never hurts do it again... "If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop." & Wiping away leftover lipgloss from their lips after kissing them. warnings: SMUT, public sex (empty room though) 1k wc

Giggling at another of of Ron's silly jokes, you twisted on his lap, taking a look at the clock hung up on the other side of the empty classroom you were busy 'studying' in. Ron gripped your hips at your sudden movement, groaning when you stood up with a sigh. "Oh, I need to start packing up. I didn't realise class started so soon." You stated, leaning over the table to gather your books, exposing the skin of your upper thigh as your skirt lifted up slightly. Ron followed your movements, standing to his full length before taking a step towards you, hands resting on the wooden table, trapping you between him and the desk.

"Ron." You muttered, spinning in his arms to face his looming figure. "Yes sweetheart?" You breathed out a laugh, hands coming up to straighten his collar before curiously looking up at him. Swallowing nervously, you licked your lips, cocking your head to the side slightly. Ron's gaze on you was almost predatorial, eyes locked on your face as you stepped away from him nervously. You hit the desk behind you, emitting a small gasp as your eyes instinctively falling to your boyfriend's lips. "Don't go to class." The words uttered from Ron's lips had you looking back up at his face, a small grin on your face. "I can't skip, Ron." You told him, although you didn't push him away when he closed the space between your bodies, pressing himself up against you.

He leaned down to your level, lips mere millimetres away from yours, teasing you. Your eyes fluttered and you felt yourself inclining into your boyfriend's touch, but your lips never met his. "If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop." He whispered, but that only encouraged your movements, arms wrapping over his shoulders to pull him closer to you. Ron's lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss, taking his time as though you didn't have a lesson to get to. But you suppose that was fine; he had warned you. Ron's hands travelled further down your waist, settling on your hips, using the steady grip on you to roll his hips into yours. You gasped, granting him space to slip his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss.

Both your arms fell from their resting place on Ron's shoulders, going to rest on the desk behind you as Ron's hands wandered below your hips to grip your ass, lifting you up slightly to help place you on the cool wood. Your hand reached out, pulling Ron closer to you by his tie to close the space you had just created. Ron stepped into the gap between your legs, tugging your body closer to the edge of the desk as he gently rolled his hips against your, his hard length grinding against your cunt, only covered by the thin layer of your dampening panties.

Pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, you looked at your boyfriend expectantly, waiting to see his next movements. Ron's hand dragged up your thigh until it disappeared under your skirt, searching blindly for the band of your panties. Gasping loudly when his hand feathered over pussy, you looked up, spotting Ron's proud grin. "Can't help myself." He explained, leaning in to press a short, teasing kiss to your lips. Finally pulling the underwear down your legs, Ron let you unbuckle his belt, observing each little movement you made.

His cock sprung out of his boxers excitedly, and Ron immediately got to work of pushing himself inside you inch by inch, watching your face for signs of pain. When he felt your hips grinding against him, he bottomed out, biting his bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. Ron started thrusting immediately, watching the spot where his cock was driving into your cunt with wide eyes. His hand cupped your face, tearing your gaze away from his chest so he could see you quietly moaning before finally connecting your lips once more. Ron sped up his pace at the same time as he deepened the kiss, letting your moans get swallowed by the kiss. Your arms came back up to his shoulders, desperately gripping the dampening fabric of his uniform as if it would somehow quiet down your moans.

Ron separated from the kiss, opting to dig his head in the crook of your neck instead, leaving you to lean your forehead on his shoulder, biting down on your lip to muffle your moans as much as possible. "Fuck, Ron" You cried, nails digging into his shoulders. One of his hands slid under your skirt again, blindly feeling around for your clit until a loud moan signalled that he had found it. Rubbing hard circles down on it, Ron hurried the pace of his thrusts, his breath hitting your neck with every pant. "Baby I'm close." He groaned before biting down on the soft skin of your neck. Suddenly, he felt your pussy clamping down on him, and your moans got louder, echoing in the closed room, your orgasm taking over your body completely.

Ron's orgasm came quickly after yours, his moans muffled by your skin. His thrusts slowed as he rode both your orgasms out before he rolled his shoulders back, straightening up to get a good look at you all fucked out. Leaning down, he pressed a soothing kiss on your forehead, pulling out before hugging you close to his chest as you caught your breath. Glancing up, you smiled at your boyfriend, a small giggle leaving you when you saw the mess of lip gloss on his lips. Reaching up, you wiped away at the shine of glitter on his lips before smushing his cheeks together in your hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Do I still have time to make it to class?" The only response you got was an incredulous look from your boyfriend, throwing you into another fit of giggles.