#writing-wh0re-requests

[writing-wh0re]

“My pathetic little baby, all tied up.”

♥pairing: sukuna, gojo, toji, nanami & geto

♥ summary: “The JJk men and their favourite sex toys”

♥ warnings: smuty 18+ blurbs, use of sex toys: bondage, ball gag, dildo, wand vibrator, cock ring, remote vibrator, sex toy in public, oral (male and female), unprotected sex, praise kink, slight degradation, breif mention of creampie, use of petnames: baby, pet, princess, sir and daddy.

♥ wc: 1,742

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♥ Sukuna - Sukuna had surprised you with a few sex toys, always wanting to test your limits, see how many times you could cum for him. However his favourite is bondage, he loves tying you to the bed, your wrists and ankles tied with silk restraints. Your mouth gagged with a smooth silicone red ball. Sukuna doesn’t believe in blind folds, wanting to make sure he can see your reaction to everything, the way your eyes roll back when he touches you softly, so soft that if you weren't touch starved you wouldn’t feel it. You’re thankful he doesn’t like blindfolds because nothing gets you more wet than watching him jerk off to your restrained body. 

Sukuna loves eye contact. It is intense and it sends goosebumps over your skin. He keeps his gaze locked on you while he teases himself, pulling his length, his thumb brushing against the head of his cock, a smirk dances across his lips as you whimper, pulling on the silk. 

“Please sir.” You whimper is barely audible against the ball gag, small waterfalls of saliva falling from the sides of your mouth. 

He would be lying if hearing you beg wasn’t the best thing he’s heard in centuries. His cock twitches in his hand at your pleas. Sukuna is quick to move closer to your body, running his finger nails up and down your thighs. He pinches the smooth skin as jolts shoot through your body. 

“My pathetic little baby, all tied up.” 

“Begging like a whore” 

“So desperate for my touch.” 

You nod, wiggling your hips, you glistening pussy on full display for him. 

He hovers his hand over your mound close enough to feel the warmth of his skin. His other holding your chin between his fingers keeping your eyes locked with his, you don’t dare flick them away, needing him to touch you. 

Your moan vibrates against the gag strapped to your lips. His finger slowly drags across your clit, the movement sends a shiver down your spine, having been untouched for days and bound for hours. 

“Fucking soaked for me aren’t you pet.” 

You nod as his speed picks up, your head falls back out of his grasp, your eyes fluttering closed. 

Sukuna tuts, pulling his hand away from you, wrapping it around his cock again. 

“You pulled away baby, now you’re watching me.” 

You groan against the gag, your body falling hot, frustration filling you as you watch him jerk his dick. His head tilts back, lips parted and muscles flexing, your name falling from his lips. You wiggle against the restraints, needing to be touched. 

Sukuna laughs, leaning over your body as he continues to pump his cock. His lips brushing against your ear, his warm breath fanning against your cheek. 

“Pathetic.” 

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♥ Gojo - Gojo had felt that when you’re fucking it’s not fair that you aren’t all the way filled with cock. So when he bought you a dildo, it only felt right to use it while you sucked his dick, he loves being able to control it, having you moan around him as he slips the silicone in and out of your drenched cunt. 

“Fucking look at you baby.” 

Your head hangs off the side of the bed, your legs spread wide. Gojo’s body is hovering over you, one arm supporting his body weight as the other plays between your legs. Slipping the purple silicone cock in and out of you, he pulls it from you, using the tip to circle your clit. 

You moan around his cock, earning a moan from his lips. You lean your head further back, taking him deeper. He thrusts his hips into your throat, your gag causing him to slide the dildo into you roughly. Your body jolts at the action as he coo’s you. 

“Such a good girl.” 

Your eyes water, lips hallowing around his cock, your tongue swiping side to side. 

Gojo is fixated on your pussy, watching your cunt swallow the purple toy, your walls tight around it, covering it in a sheen of wetness. 

Your brain short circuits when you feel his tongue flick against your clit. 

“Fuck ‘toru.” Your nails dig into his thighs, a groan vibrating against your pussy. 

“You’re so hot baby, taking two cocks.” 

Your hand wraps around his dick, pumping him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip. 

His lips suck against your clit, your legs shaking as he angles the dildo to hit your g-spot. 

“Just like that.” 

Gojo continues flicking his tongue on your clit. You slip his cock past your lips, hollowing your cheeks around his member. Your legs close around him, his free hand holding them open as his tongue speeds up on your clit. Your body falls hot and tense, your mind cloudy as you cum around the silicone. Your moans are muffed as they vibrate around his cock.

Gojo kisses your clit, slowly rocking the dildo in and out of you, his eyes never leaving the silicone that’s glistening with your cum. 

He looks down at you, your cheeks flushed, spit covering your lips and his cock disappearing into your throat. 

“So good to me.” He pulls back, leaving the dildo buried inside of you. Both of his hands hold your face as he rocks his hips using your throat to chase his release. 

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♥ Toji - Toji loved nothing more than making you cum, he loved the sounds you make for him. 

Only him. 

So you weren’t surprised when he came home with an array of sex toys to trial. You favourite being the large wand vibrator. Although Toji was mean when he used it, he would always press it against your clit while fucking you but the moment you were close he would take the toy away. 

“What baby, is daddy's cock not good enough?”

He would taunt you, he would want you to tell him how much you needed him, how good he made you feel. He loved the wand just as much as you do, he loved that it made you vibrate against him. But he wasn’t about to be replaced by a toy. 

God forbid he ever saw you use it when he wasn’t home. 

“Feels good daddy, so good.” 

Toji smirks, his thumb caressing your face before placing the toy between your bodies, swirling it around your clit, pressing it against the bundle of nerves as he thrusts into you. His thrusts rocking the wand, your body wiggling at the overload of pleasure. 

Toji feels you tighten around him, moving the toy away as your pussy squelches, a frustrated groan leaving your lips. 

“Daddy, please, need to cum.” 

Toji only chuckles, fucking you faster. Your moans fill the bedroom in a chorus the sound of him fucking your tight pussy accompanying them. 

“Since you said please.” Toji smiles, flicking the wand up a speed and placing it against your clit. Your back arches off the bed, his lips wrapping around your nipple, teeth pulling on the skin. 

“Cover my cock baby, cum for daddy.” 

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♥ Nanami - You were warming Nanami up to the idea of sex toys. You’re thankful he was open to it and was willing to try the cock ring, one that had an attachment to brush against your clit. 

“Feels so good.” 

Nanami had your legs pressed against his chest, ankles resting on his shoulders. His hands wrapped around your hips, your fingers digging into the comforter. 

“Fuck.” Nanami throws his head back, moving his hands from your hips and wrapping his arms around your legs, pulling you closer to him, his cock slipping deeper into your pussy. 

The ribbed nub of the cock ring brushes against your clit roughly with each thrust, the vibrating swirling around Nanami’s cock, transfering to you. 

“F-faster” You whimper. Nanami chuckles, turning the cockring up one speed and thrusting into you faster. 

“Think you can take it baby?”

You simply nod, wonton moans falling from your lips. Nanami’s muscles flex with each thrust, his arms tightening around your legs as they twitch within his grasp. The humm of the cock ring fills the air, both of you moaning and breathless. Nanami keeps his pace, he accompanies the nub of the cock ring with his thumb, rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Going to fill you baby.”

You moan at his words, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum fill you. Having it slowly drip out of your pussy, feeling him inside you for the rest of the night. 

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♥ Geto - You loved when Geto was in control, especially when he would use the remote controlled vibrator on you while you sucked his dick. You didn’t expect for him to suggest wearing it to the supermarket, intrigued and turned on, you agreed. 

Thankfully the small buzz was hidden over the music, pa system and people within the supermarket. 

“Fuck.” You whisper, gripping the shelf that houses the spices. 

“What is it baby?” Geto fringes concern, a few patrons walking down the aisle past you. You smile weakly at the couple as they walk past you quickly. You shoot daggers at Geto, his sly smirk across his face. He takes your hand from the shelf, lacing your fingers together. 

“Doing so well.” 

He increases the speed, your nails digging into the back of his hand as you bite your lip. Geto pulls you to his chest, kissing the side of your head. He pulls away from you, slowing the pace down and taking the shopping cart down the aisle. You breathe deeply before following behind your tall boyfriend. 

Your legs start to feel weaker, the vibration sending tingles down your body. 

“Geto.” Your voice strains as you hold onto the shopping cart, the speed having increased. 

“My name always sounds so pretty on your lips baby.” 

“Please.” 

Geto smiles at you, brushing your hair away from your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“You’ll have my cock soon enough princess.” 

Your eyes lock with his, leaning forward to softly peck his lips before he pulls away from you. A few people are now in the same aisle as you. 

“C’mon baby, we dont have much left on the list.” Geto smiles, pushing the cart as the vibrator continues its speed, a mix of up and down patterns now flowing through you. You hope to god you can make it through this, needing, wanting and borderline begging to cum.

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[itsmealaiah]

HIIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO HERES MY REQUEST🧌

Billy fucking the (female) reader and degrading her ‘cause she talked with some random guy at the supermarket. HE WAS JEALOUS. Mad jealous. THANKSSSSSSA❣️❣️❣️

🤭 yes thank you for requesting ❤️

Fucking apologise

(not my gif 🫶)

pairing: 2015 bill x fem (im in love with this era 😭)

synopsis: when bill sees reader talking to an old friend by coincidence at a supermarket when reader are both shopping, he gets pissed off, and fucks the living shit out of reader until reader apologises.

MDNI ⚠️ tags/ warnings: smut, p in v, harsh dom! bill, degradation, dirty talk, begging, cursing, head (slightly; f receiving), usual smut features here 😏, slut shaming, use of the word wh0re

a/n: i actually hate tests

f/n means friends name (i hope 😗)

Your POV:

"Bill does this look good to you?" I ask, holding fruit up for him to see., examining it, trying to decide if it was ripe or not. "Hmm, yeah it looks okay, put it in the cart" He replies, and walks away to get more of the items, leaving me all by myself, strolling through the aisles of food when I see someone oddly familiar, perusing the shelves of items. I get a closer view, and recognize him, the angle of his face making me able to identify who he is. My old friend from primary school, f/n. I gasp, and he turns around, a smile building on his lips. "y/n! I haven't seen you in so long! How have you been?" He asks, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug, the air escaping my body. "I've been good" I gasp once again, trying to relieve myself from his grip. "oh! sorry" he apologises, letting go. "didn't mean to hurt you" he says, his smile fading. "nono, it's okay, just took me by surprise, thats all" I pass him a light smile, showing him it was okay.

"That's good, so what are up to these days?" he questions, leaning onto the handle of his cart. "Not much, I met someone" I say, and he oo's. "Who?" He asks, and I blush. "you might know him, I think he went to our school when we were little" I face down on the ground. "I might, tell me more" I think for a moment, trying to remember the features of bill when we were younger. Black hair, loose clothing, and a sweet attitude even when people were bullies to him. "Bill kaulitz? that ring a bell? His hair was always messy, but it looked so adorable" I gushed. "Ohh! Him! I remember him! He was always so kind to me" His smile grew bigger. "Yeah, we've been dating for about three years now" my face reddens, and f/n laughs. "you must really love him, huh?" He questions, and I nod. "mhm" I mumbled. "Y/n!" I hear someone call, sounding like bill? His footsteps make their way down the aisle, one of his hands resting on my shoulder. "Who's this?" He asks, gazing down at me.

"I'm f/n, nice to meet you! y/n was just telling me how great of a person you are" He says with a bright smile. Bill only nods, a small 'mhm' leaving his mouth. "He was my old friend from primary school, I haven't seen him in forever" I look at bill, a frown lying on his face. My heart sinks at his facial expressions, knowing he must be mad. "Y/n said you went to school with us" f/n tries to lighten up the conversation, drifting my attention away from bill. "She was blushing so hard when she mentioned your kindness" He laughed, slapping my arm playfully. Bill didn't respond, his face only darkening in what seemed to be anger. "Well it was nice to see you again" I laughed nervously, taking the cart and bill away to another aisle. "What the fuck was that?" He hissed, eyes blazing with hate. "Just a friend" I murmured, picking up an item and placing it in the cart.

"Just a friend?" He chuckles darkly, his hand grasping my arm so im facing him, seeing the absolute, pure jealousy swimming in his eyes. "Yes!" I exclaim, pulling myself away along with the cart to the checkout. He follows suit, mumbling curses under his breath as the person working slides the groceries under the scanner one by one, watching them intently, waiting for them to finish. "Your total is fifty-five-seventy" the woman states, clicking on the screen in front of her. I put my card into the keypad, and we get out of the store, bill lurking behind, his hand on my waist. "When we get home, you're gonna fucking wish you never talked to f/n" He snarls, opening the car door and steps in while I place the groceries in the backseat.

"Bill!" I screamed while his tongue dug into my clit even more, more than what seemed even humanly possible, my hands on the edge of ripping the crisp, white bedsheets as I bucked my hips up near his face as he happily licked up all the juices leaking out of my aching pussy. "mmph, please bill, s'too much!" I moaned, while his fingers explored my folds, rubbing small circles. "Pleas-agh!" choked sobs left my lips as he continued, his nose sometimes nudging over the spot that made me melt. His tongue piercing was heavenly, the coldness of the metal up against the heat of my core was a mix of pleasure and pain. My orgasm was slowly creeping up, the knot forming in my lower stomach, as my cries echoed through the room. "Bill! gonna- c-cum!" I slurred, my words jumbling over each other.

He pulled away, and I whined. "Come back! Please!" I begged, trying to reach up for him, but he pushed my hands down back to my sides. "Shut the fuck up, you think you deserve to cum? After what you did?" He laughed meanly. "You don't deserve shit" He grabbed my jaw so I was looking into his eyes. I was about to roll over, to try and sleep, when he pinned me down, arms surrounding the sides of my head. "Listen, you little slut, you're gonna cum when I say so" he lifts one arm so its resting on my jaw once again, staring straight into my fearful and fucked out-eyes. "and only when I say so, you got that you whore?" He demands. "Please" I sigh, too desperate for him, to return to pleasuring me and my body.

He tears off his remaining clothes, revealing his hard erection, pre-cum leaking from the reddened tip, my mouth wide open. He strokes himself slowly, and I gasp. "Like what you see you little whore?" He grins wickedly, rubbing the head of him against my soft folds, making me whimper, the teasing too fucking much to handle. "Bill-Oh!" I cry out, his hands grabbing hold of my hips, as he pounded in and out, my body rocking from the force of his dick, sliding from my body never fully, and thrusting back in each time. "Fucking slut" He pants, lips beginning to work at my neck, marks consuming the skin as he bites the flesh, tugging it with his teeth. "who's the one who only can make you feel like this?" He demands, slowly up just a bit. "Y-you" I whine. His cock brushes up just right near the spongey spot again, whorish moans exiting my mouth.

He pulls away from my neck, and I see his face, lips swollen and pink, his eyes half-open, the way his chest is heaving up and down fastly, making me nearly cum right then and there. I snap out of my trance as he fills me up fully again, his hips rocking against mine, small little marks sure to form there as well. "Taking me so well my slut" he whispers, leaning down to my ear. "Cumming!" I yell for the second time. "Not yet" He growls, slapping my thigh. I wince, my eyes momentarily shutting. His cock begins to twitch, signaling he's on the verge of bliss as well, as he falters just for a second.

"mm-cumming, cum with me baby" he utters, low and sultry, the ropes of his cum filling my insides, as I cry out, arching my back. "Cum, now" he whispers, still inside of me. I oblige, my release consuming my entire being, my legs shaking from the thunderous force as I cum on his dick and lower abdomen. I fall weak against the pillows, and bill pulls out, grabbing some tissues to wipe me up. "you sorry?" he asks, eyes blazing with a hint of anger, and i nod. "wise answer" he lies down next to me, plopping down with a sigh as he closes his eyes, arms finding my waist, forcing me into his close embrace as I struggle to grasp sleep.

He snuggles his head into my chest, little noises of thanks spewing out from his mouth. I close my eyes, praying that I fall asleep, and soon enough I do. However, the thought of bill being so possessive keeps ringing back in my head. Do I really want a boyfriend who's always jealous?

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[crythvv]

texts with streamer bf jungkook!

a/n: i’ve been missing my babies so i decided to do us some justice and made this🤩🤩 streamer!jk and oc have made a comeback!! if any of y’all have requests lmk i would be more than happy to write for the falling! couple again

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[blingblong55]

Match -John 'Soap' MacTavish

Based on a request:

heyyy :D I'm kind new round here but wanted to request something :3 [idk if there's rules to this u don't have to do this] could I plz request masc!reader x dom!soap fluff? like just cute stuff? light teasing but other than that they're just being cute together? idk he's my comfort character anyways love you <3 *mwah* ---- GN!Masc!Reader, fluff, dom!Soap?, established!relationship, teasing? ----

A/N: Honestly, I'll probably come back to this one and rewrite it so if its absolute shit, I'm sorry

You were the scientist on base, Soap was in charge of watching over your section. "So, what's this do?" he points to a beaker with green liquid. "Don't touch it, if dropped it will burn your skin." You said with a neutral tone. "Love, c'mon, yer think I'm that dumb?" he walks over to you. "Is my pretty scientist that worried she is dating a dumb soldier?" his arms wrapped around you. "No," you smile, giving up that neutral face you had previously. "Good, you know, bonnie, if yer were dating another smart guy, yer wouldn't have this much fun," his hands trailing down to your inner thighs.

You walk away, "I'm busy Johnny," you remind him and walk to the cabinet. "Oh, is my little nerd too busy for their boyfriend?" You look at him, "I'm not a nerd." He chuckles, "Let me fix that," he clears his throat, "Is my big dummy too busy for their boyfriend?" he smirks. "Shut up," you laugh lightly.

Your lab coat off as you begin to write on the files. He leans on the door frame, arms crossed as he gives you that teasing look. "You look so cute when you think, my little dummy" he chuckles and inspects his gun, but keeping his gaze on you. "You know why it's bad to tell a chemistry joke to a chemist?" Another joke he'd say. "Because they always react" he begins to laugh hard. You can't help but laugh with him. He walks over to you. "C'mon darling, what'da say we head back home and I teach you how to use me?" Blue puppy eyes on yours. "Johnny, don't start. I'm seriously busy," you brush him off but he can't have that.

He leans over the lab table and watches you, his calloused fingers playing with your lab's badge. "You look so cute in this picture, you'd look cuter if you had even shorter hair." He brushes your hair and smiles. "Even shorter? No way, I know where this is going. I'm not getting a mohawk," you chuckle. "Oh c'mon, imagine how cute we'd look, me with my mohawk and you with yours, we'd be the perfect couple." He smiles and winks.

"Mm, no." He chuckles, "Fine, love." His warm lips on your cheek, "At least let me get some cuddles after this. My little dummy deserves some cuddles for being so smart," he whispers by your ear. It wasn't that he wanted to pull you away from your job but he knew you'd been working on the research for over 12 hours and he knew rest was much needed. He of course had luck, with you and him walking back to your quarters and cuddling. The bed sheets are warm, his arms holding you tight as he brushes your hair.

"You think we can go and annoy the LT?" "Want to go do it now?" You suggest and he grins "I call shots in annoying him at dinner." "Only if I can tell him some terrible joke that makes him mad." "Deal." And so you both go to the common room and annoy Ghost, something that has become usual and fun for both of you. "You two are disgustingly made for each other." Ghost says as he is squished between both of you. "We know," Soap and you say at the same time, Soap giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.

A/N: Not really proud of it but I do hope you like it at least <3

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[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

I cant fucking believe I’m requesting this… but Austin Theory, specifically this United States title run, got insanely hot for no reason. Just… put me out of my misery and make me a full blown simp please… you’re probably the only writer on here who can. Your work is so good. You already made me a Messiah Rollins wh0re 😂

Please The Champ

Summary: After another successful defence leads to a celebration together after

Warnings: smut, oral sex(make receiving), champion kink??

An: I’m honored that you think I can make you a whore for a wrestler. Also, this is my first time writing for Austin so I hope it’s ok

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It really didn’t take long for you to be on top of Austin once back to your hotel room. It didn’t matter how it happened, but once again Austin retained his title. Which is call of celebration.

“Killed it tonight baby,” you mumbled against his lips. He was on the couch of your hotel room, and you were sat on his lap.

“I should have killed Rollins.” You rolled your eyes at his words, grabbing his face in your hands. “Fuck Rollins, he’s not here right now. But I am,” you let your hand run down his stomach and to his crotch to rub him lightly through his pants. “And I think, I need to show my champ just how great he did.”

“Ya?” He smirked, watching as you slid to the ground between his legs.

You reached up to pull his pants down just enough to pull him out. He was half hard as you worked your hand up and down. “Is this an ok celebration, champ?”

“I don’t know, you’ll have to put in the work.” He pushed his hand on the back of your head, leading you to his cock. You opened your mouth, taking him in.

You started slow, bobbing up and down to get used to the feeling.

“Come on, we both know you can do better,” he urged, lifting his hips slightly to push just a bit more into your mouth. With his encouragement, you took him further and further into your mouth. You gagged lightly, feeling him push you down just enough for your nose to meet him.

“There we go, making me feel so good,” he mumbled while thrusting lightly. Tears were running down your face as you struggled to breathe through your nose.

He released your head so you could pull off to take a breath. You went back down, continuing to suck on him, running your tongue along the bottom of his cock.

“Come up here,” Austin grunted. You pulled off and stood up, but he stoped you before you could get in his lap. “Get undressed.” You began taking your clothes off, smiling while he watched you. His hand jerked himself lightly before you were naked and climbing on him. You knew what he wanted, and didn’t waist time sinking down on to.

He reached up, whipping your cheek lightly as you began moving up and down. “You look so beautiful like this. Makeup all over, completely ruined by my dick.” You moaned at his words, trying to speed yourself up. “Want to make you feel good,” you mumbled lightly out of breath.

“Ya? Would you do anything to make me feel good?” You nodded, and felt his grip on your waist tighten. He flipped you both over, thrusting fast and hard into you. “Good.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he hammered into you.

“Who’s your champion?” He groaned, bumping your head with his own.

“You,” You called out. “You Are.”

“Fucking right I am.” He could feel you gripping him, getting close. “Show me how good the champ makes you feel.”

“Austin! Fuck…” you scratched his back, shaking as you came around him. Within seconds, you felt him cum as well.

He thrust a few more times to ride out the high and then sat up, keeping himself firmly inside of you. Your legs and arms were wrapped around him, your face in his neck while he rubbed your back.

“We’ve got to celebrate more often,” he chuckled at your words.

“Baby, is celebrate with you every goddamn day.”

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[imaginesmai]

Hi! its me again!

First of all, hope you’re doing well 🫶

I just wanted to share an idea with you so if you wabt, you could write it!

I was thinking in the same universe as bajer readerx azriel (i just love them so much 😭) where the batboys go on a mission where they huntike a big lord and a womanizer and they need a bait to catch him, SO reader offers to help bc no one knows her and every other woman in the grup is known in all Velaris. So reader offers to dance with him and like “seduce him” to another room so rhys cass and az can kill him, but azriel gets very angry for the way he treats you (like another of his wh0res), and ruins the plan. This lord realizes and threat them to kill reader.

I love angst and i love your writings so it would make me so happy. If you want to change anything its up to you! Also sorry for any mistakes 🫂

HELLO I'M FINALLY DOING THE REQUESTS. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED WHEN THIS IS POSTED

So I love THIS SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUUUUCH. Because I always read about badass reader who is Azriel equal in darkness and power. But what about innocent baker who thinks she can handle it, yet maybe she can't? I can't stop thinking about Azriel having to step in, because man has endurance as a stone.

I have it almost finished, it's gonna be quite long. Only thing I'm changing it's that reader doesn't have to seduce, just entratain a few men while the girls snoop around. And maybe the last part BUT DON'T WORRY THERE'LL BE PROTECTIVE AND MAD AND VIOLENT AZ

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[horrorxweasley]

REQUESTS OPEN

So after a very (Very) long time i'm getting back into writing! wooo so my requests are now open!

Here's who I'm writing for currently!

Satoru Gojo THIS IS MY MAIN MAN RIGHT HERE REALLY REALLY WANTING REQUESTS FOR HIM

Buggy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

I know a small list compared to what I have on my masterlist but it's who I feel comfortable with just now given that i've not written in so long.

I have also changed smut to be 18+ so if you are not 18+ or have your age displayed or you are a blank account. You will not be tagged in my smut fics.

tagging some moots to get the word out <3 @writing-wh0re @skarlettmikaelson @wizardwheezes @onlyfreds

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[writing-wh0re]

AAAAH, I just saw you posting your prompts and your requests are open. I don’t know if you write them together or individually, but if you can (or if you can’t but you can write for one of them), could you do Fred and George with a Smutty prompt #3?

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 6,167 - I had so much fun writing this

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Slapping Kink (if you squint), Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spanking Kink. Slight cum kink. Use of pet names.

Basically its a very kinky smut and there's actually plot - look at me go.

A/n: Sorry I have been inactive, life am I right? But I'm getting a desk setup completed so I will be more fequent! I hope. I apologise for this being long, but I truly had so much fun writing this request. My love for the twins is reigniting. I will be fixing up my taglist as well / making a library blog for posts. I have written this smut differently to how I have in the past, let me know if you'd like a part 2!

Merry Christmas x

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Hogwarts was quiet the closer it got to Christmas, snow was gently falling and the gusts of wind were freezing. Most students went home for Christmas but this year was different for you. Your parents had decided to take a trip to get away from the wizarding world for a few months with no real timeline of coming back, it was something that shocked you but also didn’t surprise you. 

Fred and George had decided to not rush home right away, debating on whether or not to ask you to join them at the Weasley house for Christmas, not really sure of what your relationship was, if it was anything other than lust and desire. 

“You can’t sit alone in the common room for weeks, it’s Christmas.” George grumbled slouching down on the couch beside you.

“I’ll be fine, honestly, I have so many books I can read.” You gestured to the pile of books on the table that you had acquired from the library. “You two should head home, I’m almost certain your mum has made your favourite foods.” 

Fred smiles at the mention of his mum and her tradition of making something for everyone to enjoy. 

“You can come with us, we have a spare room and I’m sure mum would be overjoyed to finally meet our best friend.” 

Best friend

Although not untrue the word still seemed to pang your heart with disappointment. An on and off hook up to them doesn’t mean the same thing it does to you and that was something you were coming to terms with. 

Fred and George sensed the hesitation on you after Fred had dropped the best friend title, it was something they were yet to discuss with you, were you just best friends who fooled around? Or were you also wanting something more that you could all figure out together over time. 

“I don’t want to impose, you’ll have such a full house, isn’t Bill in the guest room this year?” 

George smirks, you do listen to every word they say. 

“What Freddie is saying is there will be a spare bed somewhere, we have two in our room and the couch downstairs, I’m sure something can be sorted.” 

“Mum already thinks you’re coming so hurry up and pack your things.” 

Your mouth falls open at Fred’s revelation, your eyes flick to George who smirks. 

“Go on, we leave in fifteen minutes.”

“I feel like there wasn’t much of a choice in this matter.” 

The twins chuckle as you pack your things up and run up to your dorm, searching your room for a bag to pack things into you. 

You quickly rush out of your dorm, running into the twins as you look up at them. Their eyes wander your face, a blush creeping up your neck. 

You look down at the floor, before George places his hand under your chin.

“Everything okay baby?”

Baby. 

You weren't quite sure how a simple nickname could make your stomach flip and your body tingle, but it did, especially coming for George and Fred. 

“Uh, um.” Your mind is foggy, unsure what you were originally rushing for. The twins smirk, sharing a quick look before your face lights up, having remembered what you wanted to ask. 

“How long are we gone for?”

“We will be coming back the week before term starts.”

“But we can come back earlier if you’d like.” 

“So three weeks?”

The twins nod as you spin and walk back into your dorm, them following behind you. You walk back and forth from your closet to your bed, where the twins have decided to lounge while you pack. Finding outfits is easy, finding lingerie works out to be a little harder under the gaze of the men on your bed. 

You quickly open your dresser draw, looking over the various colours of lace and matching sets. Quickly you grab a hand full and shove it into your bag, closing your dresser and zipping the bag closed. 

“Darling, you dropped something.” George whispers, moving past you and bending down to pick up your dark red G-string, blush creeps up your face, your stomach filling with butterflies as George passes the material to Fred who simply places it in your bag and rezips it. 

Your mind continues to rush, a million thoughts racing through your brain as the twins share a smirk before grabbing your bag from the bed. 

“C’mon love.” Fred holds your bag as he walks out of your dorm, George follows closely behind his eyes looking you up and down, sending a swift wink your way before holding his hand out, an invitation to take his. Which you do, almost embarrassingly fast. 

George squeezes your hand and pulls you along with him to follow Fred. 

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After a few days at the Weasley home, you started to feel settled and a part of the family. Harry had joined the household on the same day as you, making you feel not so alone in the imposing feeling. No one was surprised to see you, they were excited to have another friend along for the celebration. Molly had made you feel so at home, hugging you when you first arrived, a feeling of warmth and comfort washing over you within her embrace. 

Over the past few days, Molly had shown you how to bake a few of her signature recipes, she had even gone as far as asking what your favourite food was, setting herself a goal of creating it for you come Christmas Eve. 

Being one day out from Christmas, Molly didn’t want to be disturbed in the kitchen, she needed her space and stated that everyone should go outside to play a friendly game of Quidditch, she emphasised the word ‘friendly’ mainly at the twins. 

So you sat on your broom beside Harry, waiting for everyone who was playing to fly into the air. 

“Have you played before?” Harry asks curiously, not knowing much about you, himself being two years younger. 

“Yeah, but I'm definitely not a pro.” You laugh as Harry smiles, looking out at the Weasley family. 

“I think they’re going to kick our ass.” 

“Oh without a doubt.” 

You and Harry share a smile, your eyes wandering to the golden ball, clearly not the shiny golden snitch but definitely close. The quaffle and bludgers fly through the air with a woosh sound, everyone going into game mode. You and Harry nod at each other, both taking the role of seekers before rushing into the air in search of the ‘snitch’. 

Within a matter of seconds the twins are behind you, chasing after you. You fly past the duo, diving down behind Harry who seems to have his eye on the golden ball. You quickly look over your shoulder, the twins hot on your ass. You notice the golden ball dancing between the twins. A smirk dances across your lips as you fly up higher just outside of the quidditch pitch, pulling up on your broom as the twins fly past you. They stop and look back at you as you flash them your bare tits. Both of them go wide eyed as you hold the golden ball between your hands, pulling your sweater back down. 

“Later losers” 

You turn your broom around, wiggling your ass as you dive down to the grass. 

“We won!” You scream, Ginny, Bill and Ron rush down to you, pulling you into a hug and cheering for your team as the rest of the players come to the ground. 

You make brief eye contact with the twins, a darkness in their eyes but clapping for your victory nonetheless. 

“Lunch is ready! C’mon darlings before the storm comes.” Molly gestures for everyone to come inside as you opt to help clean the game up, the twins staying behind with you. 

You bend down to pick up the spare brooms, your ass brushing against George’s crotch, your eyes locking onto Fred and sending him a wink. 

Fred stands in front of you, shielding you from the view of the house, George holding your hips, pulling you against his chest. Fred caresses your cheek, his head shaking. 

“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.” 

Your breathing hitches, your eyes never leaving Fred as he hooks one finger into the collar of your sweater, looking down at your bare tits. George slips one hand up into your sweater, groping your boob as you whimper, a shiver runs over your body at his cold finger tips. The fear of getting caught creeps up, a slight wetness running to your core. Fred tilts your head to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly. 

The twins smirk pulling away from you like nothing happened and begin grabbing the game equipment. 

They walk towards the home, not once turning back to look at you. Thunder rumbles through the sky as you quickly rush inside, not wanting to be left out in the oncoming storm. 

“There you are sweet girl, would you prefer peach or lemon tea?” Molly asks sweetly, smiling at you before worry washes over her. Molly places her hands on your cheeks and a slight frown on her face. 

“Y/n, honey you look flushed, are you okay?”

You heart hammers in your chest, those fucking twins. 

“I’m okay Molly, the wind just gets to me sometimes.” You smile, reassuring her as she pulls you into a warm embrace. You make eye contact with the twins, smug smirks on their face. 

“You tell me if you need anything, now, lemon or peach?” 

You nod at Molly, deciding on lemon tea before squeezing in between Fred and George at the table, conveniently the only spot left. You spin the pasta around the fork, thankful for a warm meal. Your body tenses slightly, feeling both Fred and George place a hand on your thighs. Both of them grab and squeeze the flesh, involuntarily rocking your hips at their touch. You quickly catch yourself, continuing to eat while the twins trace shapes and grip your skin. 

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Not much continued to happen yesterday and today had mainly been taken up by Ginny and Molly asking for help with wrapping gifts, a cheeky idea coming into your mind as you pocketed a bit of red ribbon. 

Tonight was the big Christmas Eve feast, Mr Weasley had finished work early and everyone was told, multiple times, that dinner would be served at 7pm, not a minute over. Molly hadn’t made lunch today, wanting everyone to wait with anticipation for her multitude of amazing dishes, a favourite created for everyone in the home, including yourself and Harry. You had simply asked for baked honey carrots, which judging by the smell of honey filling the home, Molly had delivered. 

“Thank you girls, go get comfy while I finish up dinner.” Molly smiled, kissing Ginny’s head before ushering us away from the table so she could set it accordingly. 

“I’m going for a quick shower.” Ginny states rushing up the stairs in front of you. You duck into the twins room, looking over George’s messy bed and Fred’s mattress on the floor, thankful that you could share a room with them but lucky enough to score Fred’s bed. 

“Mum loves you.” I jump slightly at George's words not noticing him behind me. I smile, falling backwards on Fred’s bed. 

“I love her, she feels like home when she hugs you.” I whisper as George hums in agreement. 

Fred walks into the room, his hair dripping and a towel around his waist. I sit up slightly, resting on my elbows, my eyes shamelessly dragging over his toned body. 

“My eyes are here baby.” 

That fucking nickname.

“Oh I’m well aware.” I whisper, looking over at George quickly. “Remind me, do you look like that?” 

George smirks, pulling his shirt over his head, his body just as toned as Fred’s. 

I bite my lip, looking between the two shirtless twins. 

“Noted.” 

Fred locks the door behind him, resting against it. George stands from his bed, nodding at his brother before pulling me closer to the edge by my ankles.

“We’re sick of this game love.” 

“We know you want us.”

“Fuck, we want you.”

“That shit you pulled during the game.”

“Dangerous.”

“Slutty.”

“Showing off what’s ours to the whole family.” 

My breath hitches at their words, looking up at both of them towering over me on the bed. 

“I’m yours?”

The twins smirk, George leans down, his thumb brushing against my lip. 

“Should we remind you?”

“It’s been a long time, baby.”

“We forget what you feel like.”

“Sound like.” 

They emphasise their words by groping at your body. Your body tingles, wetness pooling between your thighs. 

Fred feels your pocket, pulling out the red ribbon with a smile. George smirks, tilting his head at me. 

“Are you our Christmas gift?” 

You open and close your mouth, simply nodding as they chuckle. 

“Don’t be shy, baby.”

“Yes.” You whisper, watching their every move. 

George smiles, leaning down and pulling you up from the bed, your chest against his, your back against Fred’s. 

“How lucky are we Freddie.” 

“Extremely.” Fred whispers, his hands gripping your ass. 

George leans down to your lips, his lips hovering over mine, your breath mixing as my eyes flick from his to his lips. 

“Please.” You whimper. 

George closes the distance between you, your lips moulding against each other. Fred kisses along your neck and shoulder, sucking on your weak spot as you moan into George’s mouth, allowing for his tongue to twirl with yours. 

“Be quiet baby.” George whispers as Fred captures your lips, his kiss just as soft as George, savouring every swipe of your tongue against each other. George’s hands slip under your sweater, a groan falling from his lips at your lack of bra, twisting your nipples. 

“Fuck daddy.” You whisper, both of the twins stopping briefly, as George grabs your hair pulling your face to him. 

“Say that again.”

“Daddy.” You whimper, your lips pouting, Fred moans, his hands spanking your ass.

“We’re going to ruin you.” 

Before anything more can happen you hear Molly shout up the stairs, letting you know dinner is served. 

“Fuck.” The three of you say in unison, the boys pull away from your body. Fred rushes around the room for clothing as George puts his sweater back on. 

George smirks at you, tapping your ass and nodding towards your hair. 

“Might want to fix that baby.”

“Don’t want everyone to know you’re our little slut.” Fred winks, both of them slipping out of the room, their footsteps bouncing down the stairs. 

Your fingers brush against your lips, a slight tingle against the flesh from their kisses. A smirk forming on your face, thankful for the last few minutes, a step in the direction you crave. 

After you fix your hair,you quickly bounce down the stairs, thankful you're not the last one as Harry and Ron rush in behind you.  

“Sit, sit dear.” Molly gestures to the space across from the twins, next to Ginny and Harry. You quickly sit as Molly places the last dish on the table. The house smells amazing, a mix of spices and hints of firewood from the stove. 

“Merry Christmas, I love all of you.” Molly smiles, kissing Arthur. “Including you two.” Molly gestures to Harry and yourself as you knock his shoulder, smiling at him. “Please, eat.” 

No one waits for Molly to say it twice, everyone serving themselves. George serves you a pile of honey carrots and Fred places a few roasted potatoes on your plate before continuing to serve themselves. A soft smile falls on your lips, the simple domestic gesture filling your heart, maybe this could work. 

Everyone is quiet while enjoying Molly’s food, the sound of knives and forks clicking together. You catch Molly’s eye as she enjoys watching her family sharing dinner together, only having this occur a few times within the year. Molly catches your eye and winks at you, scrunching her nose and smiling at you before taking a sip out of her wine glass. You smile back at Molly, a warmth washing over you at the small interaction. Your eyes flick to the twins in front of you, both of them almost finished with their meal. A cheeky thought pops into your mind as you shuffle on your seat slightly, dragging your foot up George’s leg. His eyes lock onto yours, he nudges Fred inconspicuously to get his attention before sitting back in his chair, his legs spreading wider as his older brother looks down at the chair quickly. You press your foot into George’s crotch softly noticing his body tense as Fred shakes his head, grabbing his cup and tipping the liquid into his mouth. You drop your foot from George and move it to Fred, not wanting him to feel left out. Fred grabs his napkin, wiping his mouth as he looks over at George and nods. A wordless conversation shared between the two as George smirks. 

“So Y/n and Harry, what subjects are you looking forward to most next year?” Molly asks, butterflies flip in your stomach, feeling like Molly caught you. You quickly drop your foot from Fred causing him to chuckle slightly, George takes a sip from his glass hiding his smirk at your reaction. 

“Defence against the dark arts, I’m sure I don’t have to explain why.” Harry states, causing a small chuckle to fill the air. 

“And Y/n?” Molly smiles. 

“Potions, I’m excited to create a few remedies for different conditions but also to help these two-” You quickly gesture to Fred and George who go wide eyed, you know Molly and Arthur don’t know about their ‘jokes’ yet but why not keep them on their toes. “With passing the subject. You know they don’t stir their cauldrons, they just expect it to work when you throw things into it.” 

Molly and Arthur chuckle, a smug smirk on your face at the panic you just gave the twins. 

“Oh that explains why their grades for positions are so high, we have you to thank.” Arthur chuckles as you nod, smiling at him. Little does he know, you have them to thank for your grades. 

You pick up your glass, taking a sip of the cinnamon eggnog, freshly made as Molly questions her kids about what they’re most looking forward to. You only half listen, your mind occupied by the pair of redheads in front of you, your mind filled with ideas on what you want to do to them and them to you. Thankfully for such a great break. 

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The night flew by, Molly handed out one gift to her kids, including yourself and Harry. Molly stated it was something to wear for Christmas day breakfast and to not fuss over opening one present early. She asked everyone to open them at the sametime, to which you did and found yourself with a handmade sweater with your first initial on the front, everyone had one. You held the fabric close to yourself, knowing you would hold onto this for the rest of your life. 

Fred and George hadn’t spoken to you since dinner, opting to hangout with their brothers and Harry while you and Ginny gossiped on the couch. Ginny was confiding in you about her crush on Harry and how Dean had been sending her letters since he left for break. You hadn’t noticed when the room dwindled down to just yourself, Ginny and Harry. Upon noticing and remembering what Ginny had said, you excused yourself, leaving the two of them alone which caused Ginny’s cheeks to heat with a rosy blush. 

You quickly went up the staircase, noticing how much quieter the house was the further you climbed. You slip into the twins room, hearing soft snores, noticing Fred’s asleep on the spare mattress on the floor. You look to George’s bed and see it's empty. You can hear the faint running of water, a small idea popping into your head. You walk over to the bathroom, your hand resting on the handle, hoping to god it’s George. You contemplate this gamble for a few seconds, bouncing on your heels slightly before the devil on your shoulder simply says ‘fuck it’ and you turn the handle to the bathroom. 

“Hey, knock-” George pulls the shower curtain across, cutting himself off when he sees you leaning against the now closed bathroom door. A smirk forms on his face as pulls the shower curtain open a little for you, simply waiting. The steam flows outside of the curtain, the mirror foggy and walls wet. You quickly slip out of your clothes, untying your hair and letting it fall. A shiver runs over your body in the damp air and you hurry into the shower, wanting the warm water to cascade over your body. 

George has his head tipped under the shower, leaving his body open to your eyes. You drink in his figure, his toned chest and arms, his semi hard cock and strong legs. The water streams down his skin, small sprinkles covering your body. Wetness slips past your folds, your heart beat picking up, this almost feels wrong without his counterpart. But you know they will talk and you know Fred will be jealous. 

George faces you, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away the water, his eyes linger on your body, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip. 

“What’s Freddie going to say?” 

The mention of his name has butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

“Why don’t you tell him and find out.” 

George smirks at your response, stepping closer to you and pushing you against the side shower wall, the cold tiles resting against your skin as a hiss leaves your lips.

“You’re a cock hungry whore, aren’t you baby?”

Your lips part at his words, simply nodding and leaning up to capture his lips. George pulls away from you tutting as he holds your chin between his fingers. 

“You answer daddy when he asks a question.” 

“Only for you daddy.” 

George chuckles, tilting your face up to his. Small droplets of water fall from his hair and onto your skin. 

“Liar.” He whispers, licking along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth and pulling the flesh. “You’re a slut for Freddie, and fuck it makes me hard, but tonight you’re mine.” 

You nod your head, a whispered ‘Yes Daddy’ slipping from your lips, your eyes staring into his. His lips lock with yours, his wet hand moving from your chin and tangling in your hair, pulling on the strands. A moan falls into your kiss, your tongues swirling against each other, his free hand holding your hip, pulling your dry body against his. 

“You’ve gotta be quiet baby.” George whispers, his lips kissing down your neck, tongue tracing a line to your boobs. You softly whimper as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the hardened bud. He pulls from your breast with a pop, alternating to the other side, your fingers tracing through his hair, pulling when he bites your nipple. The warm shower water sprinkling your body, the steam filling your lungs as your gasp.

“You’re so beautiful and these tits.” George whispers, grabbing your boobs in his large hands and jiggling the flesh. He sucks on the skin of your cleavage, leaving a red and purple hickey on each one, definitely something to rile up Fred. 

George presses against you, your boobs slip against his wet chest. His lips brush against your ear as you feel his hard cock against you skin. 

“This is all for you.” 

Your moan in response, causing George to place a hand over your mouth. Tutting at you as he shakes his head. He drags his fingertips up and down your thighs, softly tapping against your folds before slipping one finger past. He sucks in a breath at your wetness, pressing his fingers against your clit and looking into your eyes. 

“You’re so good for me, so wet and warm.” 

You nod against his hand that’s still pressed against your lips. His finger starts to swirl around your clit in small circles. Your eyes roll back, a moan vibrating against his hand. 

“I’ve missed this pussy baby.” 

He picks up the pace of his finger on your clit, your legs tense at the feeling of pleasure flowing through you at his actions. George pulls his finger from your clit, placing the digit against his tongue and rubbing it side to side, before his lips encase it. 

“So sweet.” 

If he wasn’t covering your mouth, it would be open in shock. 

“Please.” You beg, whispering against his hand, it is barely audible, he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t feel your lips move against his skin. 

“Are you begging for me to fuck you against the wall baby?”

His words cause more wetness to flow between your legs. He moves his hand from your lips allowing for you to answer. 

“Please daddy, I’ve missed your cock.” 

George smirks, placing his hand under your right knee and lifting your leg up, his other hand resting under your left arm. 

“I bet you’d say the same fucking thing to Freddie.” 

It’s your time to smirk at his words, nodding softly before you reach down and wrap your hand around his hard cock, tip red and beading with precum. 

“I would, because I’m a whore for you and a slut for him.” You whisper, slowly pumping your hand up and down his dick. George bites his lip, looking down at your hand. You place his cock against your folds, the tip brushes your wet clit causing him to hiss at the contact. You guide him lower to your entrance, angling your hips to allow for him to slide into your velvet walls. 

Both of you sigh in unison at the contact. George keeps his hips still, his lips capturing yours, savouring in the feeling of your walls around his cock. You rock your hips up slightly, a silent beg for movement as he smiles against your lips, pulling his cock from your pussy before plunging deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, his cock slips in and out of you, your wetness growing the deeper he thrusts inside of you. His lips are resting against your ear, his low whispered moans and groans echoing in your head. 

“So tight and wet for me.”

“Such a good girl for daddy.” 

Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy has your pussy tightening around him, his praise sending tingles through your body. 

The water of the shower continues to run, it ever so slightly sprinkling you both with droplets. The steam continues to fill the room, the water pressure dropping from being on for so long. 

“Touch your clit for me baby, I’m close and want you to cum first.” 

You slip your hand between your bodies, a moan falling from your lips as you circle your clit, the wetness causing it to slip against your finger. You add another, two now circling your clit and fast to help you reach your high. 

“Look at you, such a whore.” 

You whimper at his words, your pussy tightening causing George to hiss, tilting his head back, his wet hair sticking to his skin as he continues to rock in and out of you. 

“D-don’t stop.” 

Your legs tense, your fingers rubbing your clit faster and George’s lips fall to your neck, kissing the skin and whispering for you to cum. 

“Cover my cock baby.”

Your heart beat picks up, your breath hitching and your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Your legs tingle and untense; George’s cock continues to slide in and out of you, his pace picking up as he moans in your ear. His mouth falls to your shoulder and bits skin to muffle his moan as his cum spurts, warmth pooling inside of you. 

George pulls away from you, watching his cock pull in and out, covered in a mix of cum. He gently places your leg down, slipping out of your pussy with a hiss. 

“C’mere.” George whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing your hair. He spins you around, softly placing the warm running water against your cold back, his fingers tracing in your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead, his hands now holding your hips. 

“Let’s get you ready for bed.” 

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You wake up in the morning, a dull ache in your legs from last night. The memory of last night floods your mind, you lift your shirt looking at your boobs beautifully covered in hickeys. 

“I hear you had fun last night.” 

You look over at Fred leaning against the doorway. Your face fills with blush, your eyes quickly flicking to George’s bed as you hear Fred chuckle. 

“George is out with everyone else, mum insisted they hand deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours.” Fred states, closing the door and moving closer to the bed. “And I insisted on letting you rest because you were up late last night and had to make sure you didn’t wake up alone.” 

“Freddie.”

“Nuh-uh, what’s my name baby girl.” 

Your stomach fills with butterflies, watching the eldest twin sit on the bed beside you, his fingers caressing your face. 

“Daddy.”

Fred nods, his hand tilting your chin up, before settling around your throat. Bending down to your lips and whispering against them. 

“That’s better, I bet you called George daddy and I bet you fucking loved it.” 

“I did.” 

You want Fred to be rough, you want him to compete against his brother, you want to be filled with his cum. 

“I hear you’re a slut for me, is that correct?” 

His hand tightens around your throat before releasing softly, dragging his hand down your body and resting it on your boob. 

“Yes daddy, whatever you want me to be.” 

Fred smirks, chuckling at your response. 

“So submissive for me, you wanted to make me jealous didn't you baby?”

He grips your breast, pinching your nipple and dragging his hand down your body, cupping your pussy through your thin pyjama pants.

“You want me to fuck you better than George.”

“Please.” You whimper, your hips rocking up against his hand. 

Fred slaps your pussy through your pants as your hips stop. 

“He was right, you’re a slut for me.” 

You simply nod in response. Fred leans down, his lips ghosting yours. 

“Get on your knees and show me what you want.” 

Within a second he’s pulled away for you, leaning back on the bed and resting against his elbows. You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees in front of him, the wooden floor hard and cold. 

You loop your fingers into Fred’s pants, tugging them down his body along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting against his lower stomach. Your mind floods with comparison to George, the thickness and length comparable, a vein running from the base to the tip. You run your tongue along the vein, flattening your tongue against the head of his cock before slipping it past your lips. 

“Fuck.” Fred moans, falling back on the bed, his hands dragging down his face. 

You wrap your hand around the base of his dick, meeting your lips half way, your tongue flicking side to side around his cock. Fred’s fingers lace in your hair, assisting you with bobbing your head up and down, his hips thrusting into your throat. Your eyes water, a few gags filling the air and drool leaking from your mouth. 

“Such a messy baby.” 

Your eyes roll back, moaning around his cock. 

“You didn’t- fuck- suck George’s dick, did you baby.” You shake your head, popping his cock from your lips. 

“Just for you daddy.”

“Mm, just what I wanted to hear.” Fred grabs your face between his hands, kissing your lips sloppily, his tongue rubbing against yours. Your lips are puffy and glistening with spit, his teeth pull at your bottom lip pulling away from you. 

“On the bed baby, ass up for daddy.”

Within an instant you’re standing in front of him, stripping your clothes. Fred stops you before you can lay across the bed, noticing the hickies covering your boobs. 

“Cocky fucker.” Fred groans, spanking your ass in encouragement to get on the bed. 

You lay with your ass in the air, feeling Fred kiss down your back. He reaches your ass, spanking the plump skin, soothing it with a soft kiss to your cheek. His teeth graze the skin, biting and sucking, leaving his mark on your ass. You squeak as he spanks you, his cock dragging up and down your slit, bumping against your clit, your moans filling the air. 

“No one’s home baby, be loud for me.” 

Fred slides deep inside of you, the angle allows for him to brush against your g-spot a moan pulling from your throat. 

“Fuck, I should just stay inside of you, that would drive you crazy, wouldn’t it baby?” 

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.” 

“Mm, what would George say?”

“Fuck, please, fuck me.” 

You push your hips back against his cock, a low groan falling from his lips. 

“Fuck yourself on my cock baby.” Fred encourages, your hips rock back and forth on his cock, wiggling them against him. You pull forward just far enough to leave the tip inside of you before pushing back allowing for him to slip deep inside of you. This causes Fred to grip your hips, starting his own rhythm and thrusting in and out of you. 

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it baby?”

You nod against the comforter, your hands gripping the material. 

Fred spanks your ass, his fingers looping your hair around his palm and pulling you up. 

“Answer me.”

“Yes daddy, wanted you to fuck me.” 

“Wanted me to fuck you better than George.” 

You moan at his words, his pace picking up. Both of your moans and heavy breathing fill the air, his grip still tight on your hair. Fred uses his grip to pull you up against his chest, his arm wrapping across your boobs as he bounces you on his cock. 

His lips fall to your ear, using his free hand to rub your clit. 

“Fuck, Freddie.”

Fred chuckles against your ear, his warm breath fanning your neck.

“Scream my name louder baby, I want George to hear.” He pinches your clit, your body jumping in response before he rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. You rest your head against his shoulder, lips parted with moans pouring from them. Your pussy tightens around his cock as his dick twitches. 

“You can cum for me baby, I’ve got you.” 

Fred’s grip on your body tightens, his hips rocking into you faster. 

“Daddy, so good.”

He kisses the side of your head, his pace picking up on your clit. He feels you clamp around his cock and your body tense. Your toes curl and your body shivers, cumming around Fred.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” Fred whispers, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he continues to pound into you. He pushes your torso back onto the bed, holding your ass in his hands and chasing his high. Fred curses and you feel his load shoot inside of you, a few more thrusts and Fred gingerly pulls out of you. 

“Look at you baby.” He whispers, softly caressing your skin. 

You gently roll over onto your back, attempting to catch your breath as Fred rushes around for clothing before disappearing. You hear the front door to the Weasley’s home open close and a chatter fill the air. You heart rate picks up slightly, your body aching and mind blissed out to cover yourself. 

Fred reappears in the bedroom with a warm towel between his hands. Within a moment later George is sliding through the door. His eyes darkening when they land on you, legs spread and pussy dripping with his brother's cum. The twins share a look as Fred throws the towel to George who stalks over to you. 

“Such a pretty baby, our little cum slut.” George whispers, his eyes fixated on your pussy. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of George slipping his fingers inside of you. George pulls his fingers from you, a mix of cum sticking to his flesh. You grab George’s wrist, pulling his hand to your mouth, dragging your tongue up his fingers, sucking the mix of cum, your moan vibrating around his fingers. Your eyes lock with the younger twin, a smile present on both of their faces. 

“We’re so lucky Freddie.”

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Let me know if you'd like a part 2 with both of them.

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[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

hiii!! i was wondering if i could request a jealous! john x reader?? :) paul is flirting with reader while theyre all on vacation knowing john has a crush on them and they start to flirt back a little causing john to argue with paul but reader has to break it up

and when reader does, john leaves/storms to his hotel room to cool down, they go to search for him n’ knock on his door

john lets reader in and then he spills his feelings about everything/admitting his feelings for them

i love your writing so much!!!! hope your day is going good! <3

Hi, love! Thanks so much for the request and I'm glad you like my writing! I hope you're having a lovely day! Proofed in UK English, as usual. (Side note: your username cracked me up, I love it lol)

Also, this is my apology for disappearing for two(?) days. I was having a couple of bad mental health days but I'm feeling a bit better now. Triple post today as an apology!

Born With A Jealous Mind

(Source)

CW: cursing, implied usage of the word 'wh0re' (nonsexual context and it is cut off. Can tag if needed), also someone gets shoved

You, John, and Paul are walking the beach in Nassau together. The two boys were supposed to be having a song writing session, but Paul insisted you tag along.

“You’re lookin’ rather radiant today, Y/N,” Paul says with a smirk. The tone in his voice suggested sarcasm at first, but after rethinking it, it sounds like something else, though you can’t quite place exactly what. You also notice he’s eyeing John with nearly every word, as if daring him to say something.

“Thank you, Paul,” you answer, blushing. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

At that, John turns red, or rather green. You think nothing of it, after all, John was always jealous when Paul flirted with girls. You always just thought it was because he didn’t want Paul to take all the girls.

“Well, that’s quite the compliment, comin’ from someone like yourself,” Paul playfully flirts back.

“Ah, well, I dunno how to respond to that without adding how attractive you are,” you say back.

After another playful exchange, John, who had been sort of trailing behind before, speeds up his steps to walk in front of Paul. He shoves him, not enough to hurt or knock him down, but enough to get his attention.

“Oi, what was that for?” Paul asks.

“I dunno. You tell me, you fuckin’ wh—”

“Hey, John!” you shout. “Don’t—”

“No, he’s gonna get away with flirtin’ with everything that has legs, as usual!” John shouts even louder. “If ye think he’s so attractive, just fuckin’ kiss him already!”

You blush at the implication in his voice. “John, it’s not like that and you know it!”

John says nothing, instead storming off to the bike he rode to the beach and riding off toward the hotel.

He’s probably been locked in his room for an hour when you and Paul finally catch up.

“I dunno how he got here so fast,” you pant when the pair of you reach John’s room.

Paul laughs before knocking on the door. “Oi, John, love! ‘s me and Y/N! Open the door?”

After being met with silence, you whisper to Paul, “Go to George and Rich’s room. He might let me in if you’re not here.”

Paul nods silently and leaves.

Once you’re sure he’s out of sight, you knock again. “John, it’s just me. Can I come in?”

The lock clicks and the door swings open.

“Can we talk, John?” you ask. “Why are you so upset at Paul?”

He screams out a string of sentences, punctuated with expletives, that you can’t even hope to make out.

“John, let’s take a moment to calm down,” you suggest. John copies your slow, deep breaths. “Now, what’s wrong?”

John gives an angry sigh. “He just thinks he can throw himself at anyone and get away with it! Even you! He knows that—” He stops abruptly before promptly finding something to distract himself.

“He knows that what, John?” you ask. When he doesn’t answer, you scoldingly start, “John—”

“He knows that I…” He looks like he’s trying to find a way to let a secret out. “He knows that I like you, Y/N!”

“I like you too, John,” you say.

“Not like that, Y/N! I like like you!” he says, frustrated.

You giggle. “I know what you meant, John. I like like you too.”

He whips around to see if you’re lying. Upon seeing you’re not, he stalks over and, without a second thought, plants a big kiss on your lips, which you happily return.

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[holden-caulfield]

one more? ━

main m.list - w.v.e. m.list

requested <-

summary: you and wylan spend a peaceful afternoon together; he plays the flute for you while you slowly fall more and more in love with him.

pairings: wylan van eck x reader

warnings: excessive fluff, like way too much

word count: 426

a/n: i had no real idea for this fic so i went with more of a general vibe, but i loved writing about my boi wylan <3

"One more?"

"Y/n, i've already played you three songs," he said, chuckling lightly. He wasn't reprimanding you, and the faint smile on his lips suggested just that.

He had been playing his flute all afternoon, with you listening closely on the couch, eyes barely open as you let yourself be transported by the music. It took you so far away and yet you never moved once; Wylan was capable of that magic.

Or maybe it was just the love you had for him, so pure and strong it made magic possible. You didn't know and you couldn't  honestly care less, not as you opened your eyes to look at the red curls of the boy in front of you, framing his own eyes as he set the instrument on the table.

He got up from his own armchair to cross the space that divided you, and in that moment another song was the last thing you wanted: you wanted to lay in his arms, play with his hair, bask in his presence. It was enough, it was more than enough; it was perfect.

"Oh but you know i love hearing you play," you said as you outstretched your arms to welcome him on the couch. He laid down with his head on your lap, legs loosely hanging over the sofa's armrest.

"And you know i love playing for you," he countered. You smiled down at him as he brought one hand up to caress your face; such a tender gesture that had you wondering what you'd done to deserve him. "But you'll get tired of it if i play it too much, don't you think?"

"I highly doubt it," you huffed, carding your fingers through his hair. "I would just fall more in love with you, with every single note."

"Then i better take back the flute," he said as he tried to get up but you were quick to hold him in place, swiftly placing your hand on his chest.

"I suppose we can wait one minute more," you whispered, going back to your previous activity, brushing his hair with your light fingers. "So that you can take a break."

He took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently. "I suppose you're right."

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[gay-wh0re-slut]

hello! you might know me by this rhea fanfic… (https://www.tumblr.com/gay-wh0re-slut/718398491850833920/just-another-day)

if not, give it a read, it’s quite spicy if i do say so myself! anyway, if y’all have any requests for oneshots, please send them my way! i’m hoping to get back into writing because i’ve always liked doing it but i’ve never had good ideas

SO! if you have a request, i request that you specify if you want it nsfw or not please, thank you!!!

p.s. add any tjd character you’d like but i won’t gauruntee the accuracy of their personalities lmao

#rhea ripley #wwe raw #wwe #rhea x reader #fanfics #the judgement day

[daddyhausen]

for a request could i get trying to distract kenny while he’s playing video games with some spicy times and if possible could it be kenny with a guy! ty!!

hi hun. i’m sorry unfortunately i don’t write for male!readers atm, as i am not yet confident in my abilities to write for them. thank you for your request i truely do appreciate, however i can recommend you to some other writers who write for male!readers. i know that @hangmans-wh0re and @josiewrites do!

#tahlia speaks 🤍 #asks #anon asks #answered asks

[readingbookelf]

i just need tim being protective i am a wh0re for being protected. i’m talking from tim using his body to protect or threatening a guy just for looking at you the wrong way. write your heart out for this one!!

thanks love bug:)

I’m a sucker for people who protect. So yes! I’m totally down to write protective Tim. I’ll even write both scenarios 😉

Such a sucker for this! Thank you so much for this request ❤️

#ness answers #tim bradford

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Concussed | Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Hi, friends! I got this request on my ko-fi:

"Hello! I'm an absolute wh0re for hurt/comfort and wanted to request if you could pleeeeaase write reader really sick with a concussion + soft caretaker Buck?"

This is kinda perfect because I have a truly terrible headache right now 🥴

I wanna say THANK YOU to whoever sent this, I so so appreciate your support! 🥺

Send me any comments, requests, and/or suggestions you have!

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @breakablebarnes @glxwingrxse @psychoticmason

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A relentless, high pitched ringing took up residence in your ears as you laid on the floor of the training facility. The cocky, over-eager SHIELD trainee who'd cracked you over the head with his heavy training firearm began sweating bullets at the sight of you on the ground, looking completely dazed. Bucky's heart stopped when his eyes fell upon you splayed out on the floor, and he dashed to your side faster than he'd ever moved before.

"Baby, hey, what happened?" Bucky asked, panic rising in his chest. He knew he was supposed to forego any couple-y behavior while at work, but right now, he didn't care-his baby was hurt. His large, metallic hand ran lightly over your hair and came back slick with blood. "I-I'm fine," you groaned, "just a little dizzy...and a fucking killer headache..." Bucky knew instantly that you had a concussion, and swept you up into his arms as gently as he could to take you to the med bay.

Bucky's face was set in a permanent frown as he stared down at the bleeding wound on your scalp, and he made a mental note to destroy the trainee who'd done this to you-but that would have to wait. As badly as he wanted to go full Winter Soldier on the guy, your well-being came first.

"Definitely a concussion," Dr. Cho confirmed after running a few diagnostic tests and assessing your symptoms. Your wound didn't require stitches, so you were in and out of your exam rather quickly- soothing a tiny portion of Bucky's worries. "You need rest in order to recover," Dr. Cho told you, "a lot of rest". She gave Bucky a stern look, "Watch her. Make sure she stays in bed,". Bucky nodded and helped you up, ready to escort you to your shared bedroom for some much needed rest.

"Woah, fuck-" you muttered as you stood upright and felt the room begin to spin. Bucky caught you before you even realized you were falling and scooped you into his arms once again. "Alright, let's get you to bed", he said with a little chuckle in an attempt to hide his concern. Your head rested against his shoulder and you listened to the gentle whirring sound that emanated from his vibranium arm. You hadn't realized how much that sound comforted you until now; it meant Bucky was close, and that was the ultimate comfort.

Gently, Bucky placed you on the bed and unlaced your combat boots, pulling them off carefully. He continued helping you out of your clothes from training before slipping one of his shirts over your head and getting you settled under the covers. "How are you feeling, doll?" he asked as he helped you unbraid your hair. You were silent for a moment, struggling to formulate an answer to such an easy question.

"Umm, I just- I just feel weird...like, out of it? Foggy? And my head feels...there's this pressure. It hurts," you eventually got out, "Actually, Buck, could you....tylenol?" He practically ran to the bathroom to get you some pain relief and a glass of water, happy to be able to help you in some way. You swallowed the pills and prayed they'd kick in quickly, closing your eyes and waiting for sleep to take away the pain.

After what seemed like an eternity, you still hadn't fallen asleep. You changed positions in an attempt to get comfortable, but doing so sent a wave of nausea crashing over you.

You scrambled out of your cozy cocoon and dashed to the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Bucky ran after you and gently held your hair as you wretched, his heart breaking for you. When you finally finished, you sat back on your heels and took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself. Bucky's protective grasp wrapped around you and prevented you from tipping over for the second time that day.

"Just sit for a minute, sweets. Catch your breath," Bucky murmured as he stroked your back in gentle circles. He knew you were going to bounce back from this, but he couldn't stop himself from worrying. You were his sun, his moon, and all his stars, and whenever you were hurting, he hurt too. He wanted to fix this for you in any way he could, and knowing that there wasn't much he could do for you filled him with anxiety.

Your stomach lurched once again and you found yourself hunching over as your body forced everything out. The pressure in your head only got worse from the vomiting and there was seemingly no end to the dizziness. When you were finished heaving, you stood up on shaky legs. Bucky helped you, watching you like a hawk with every step you took toward the bed. "This fucking sucks..." you groaned quietly as you struggled to get comfortable under the covers.

"Hang on," Bucky whispered as he climbed out of bed and strode across the room. Swiftly, he pulled the heavy curtains closed and plunged the room into darkness, eliciting a grateful sigh from your lips.

"Ugh- thank you, Buck. You're a life saver," you murmured as you ket your eyes close. Bucky chuckled quietly and got back in bed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "If there's anything you need, just tell me, baby", he whispered. Your eyes opened and found his, making a smile reflexively appear on your lips. "Could you just hold me for a while?" you asked, "I feel like shit, and I'm pretty sure that's the only thing that's gonna help..."

Wordlessly, he molded his body around yours, letting you nuzzle into his arms. He smiled down at you as a contented sigh fell from your lips and you finally drifted off to sleep. He knew there wasn’t much he could do for you in regards to the concussion, but he could bring you comfort- and that’s what he was going to do. He would hold you until end of time, if you let him.

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[bchanslvr]

Hi! I just noticed that your requests are open and I love love love your writing so can I request a make-out session with sub!harry where he's a whining mess? Thank you so much!!

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

pairing - harry potter x fem!reader

warnings - kissing, sub!harry, dom!reader, miss/mommy kink, praise kink, slut shaming, slight degradation?, innocent kink?.

words - 611

a/n - i'm working on an another sub!harry request but I thought i'd finish this one first because it's easier <3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Mi-miss please," a broken plea echoed through the empty dorm. The only sounds of lips smacking against each other, panting breaths, and your heartbeat in your head heard.

You were currently on Harry's bed in his dorm. Straddling his hips as you rocked back and forth on his clothed cock while you kissed him hungrily with a fiery passion that burned his tongue and left him wanting more in one.

You didn't listen, instead choosing to increase your pace as you looped your hands around his neck. One hand gently scraping the back of his head as you rocked.

He whined against your lips as he felt your heat through your panties as you thrusted onto him.

Bitting his swollen-red bottom lip as he gasped, tongue invaded tongue as you fought for dominance.

Which he ended up giving after a particularly rough thrust. Tongues in a wet dance as you tasted him.

He grabbed onto your hips, grip so tight you were sure it would leave you red and bruised, as he whimpered again.

You stopped kissing his sweet mouth for a moment, taking a minute to look at your pretty baby.

He was panting hard, hair a tousled mess and cheeks tinted pink like roses. Lips glistening in spit, pouting as you continued to torture him with your languid movements.

He whined loudly as you dragged your tongue down his neck near his earlobe. Gently biting on the sensitive area as you continued to drive him mad.

"Miss please! 'eed it so badly! please miss please," he let out a filthy sob as you moved your tongue lower and lower, teeth sinking into the tender skin, and just tasting him till you were leaving big red marks of lust on his pale lily skin.

"Mhmm? What does my pretty baby want?"

"Need you miss, need you so bad!"

"Yeah? You want me baby mhmm? You need to be more specific than that if you want it baby," you murmured mocking his pout.

"I- ," he let out a whimper as he tried to built up the courage he needed to say what he wanted.

The constant rolling of your hips not helping him in the slightest.

"Wa-want your c-cunt miss," his cheeks turned crimson as he tucked his head into your neck, the embarrassment getting to him as you let out a chuckle.

"Awww, my pretty boy want's mommy's cunt? Mhmm? Want it so badly?"

"Y-yes miss"

"Look at me slut," you watched with heated eyes as he shivered deliciously with your word choice, finally looking at you with pleading eyes as you laid a sharp hand on his back.

"There we go, that's a good boy," you praised, the rough feel of Harry's jean getting to you as you tried to keep in sounds as you rocked your hip.

"What do you want baby? Want to eat mommy's cunt or need it so you can stuff mommy full with your cock? Which one pretty boy?"

This was hard for him, he could either stuff you full with his cock and it'd feel so good to feel you around him, but on the other hand, If he ate you out, he'd give his mommy pleasure.

He didn't think no further before he blurted out:

"Wanna eat you out miss"

You smiled widely as you stopped rocking yourself on him, and hearing him whine again was like music to your ears.

"Right choice baby, you're being such a good boy today," he was smiling as well, the praise bringing him a sense of happiness from his mommy.

"Now... Why don't you show miss what that delicious mouth of yours can do?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry james potter x reader #harry potter smut #harry james potter smut #sub!harry #sub harry potter #hjp

[jigujellee]

AS LONG AS IT TAKES YOU -> how long will it take rosé to finally realize that protecting what you two have will only end up hurting the both of you in the end? [ request: pls do a rosé imagine where she keeps rejecting the reader then the reader just gets tired of her one day bc rosé kind of crossed the line with her words or sumn. nndjsiww i am a wh0re for these kind of stories and i haven't rlly seen any rosé version of this. happy ending for the reader tho,,, tysm ]

rosé x reader mainly angst?? (squint for fluff at the end) word count: 2.9k warnings: a bit of swearing but nothing excessive

a/n: even though my requests are closed, i really wanted to try this out. i'm fairly happy with it, i just think i need to work on my pacing hehe i also wanted to point out that i got the 5 times to ask you out thing from hospital playlist bc i thought it was cute. and yes, covid is present in this story but let's pretend it's not that bad. anyways, i hope you enjoy! (also i swear i'll write for other members/idols soon)

(please note that requests are still CLOSED for the time being)

your crush on chaeyoung wasn’t a secret to anyone. you knew you liked the blonde ever since she let you borrow her pororo eraser back in 1st grade, but what you didn’t know was that she also had feelings for you.

it was hard for chaeyoung not to fall in love with your smile, your touch, or with the way you remembered every little detail about her. however, she decided to keep her feelings to herself because she didn’t want to fuck up the friendship. she would rather keep what you two have now than take the risk of losing you completely.

which is why chaeyoung is staring at you in confusion and disbelief right now, because after nearly a decade, this is the first time you’re actually doing something about your feelings for her.

“you’re asking me out?”

“yeah, i want to take you to a movie and then grab dinner after. when are you free?”

despite knowing about your feelings for her, chaeyoung never knew how to respond to them.

“so we’re just like, hanging out right?”

“well, i saw it more like a date but if that’s how you see it, then that’s fine too i guess,” you replied with a hint of sadness in your voice, something that chaeyoung notices but chooses to ignore.

“then yeah, i can do tomorrow after school. meet me at the gates?”

“see you then chae”

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you can’t really complain about the “date” being terrible because it wasn’t. everything went pretty smoothly but you just wished you could’ve held her hand or fed her some food like other couples were doing at the restaurant. however, you didn’t want chaeyoung to feel uncomfortable, so you refrained from initiating any type of contact.

after dinner, you walked chaeyoung to her doorstep to say goodnight.

“i had a lot of fun y/n, thank you for this”

“no worries. you think we could do this again sometime?”

“of course”, chaeyoung giggled. “you don’t have to ask me to hang out you know”

“no chae, i want it to be like a date instead of us hanging out. you know, like holding your hand and that kinda thing” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

chaeyoung opened her mouth to say something but closed it right after. what should she say to that? why should we ruin what we have? things are fine the way they are, chaeyoung thought.

instead of replying to what you said, chaeyoung embraces you in a hug and wishes you goodnight before entering her home. you watched as the door closed before letting out a sigh.

you were determined to win chaeyoung over and told yourself you will do whatever it takes. you quickly pulled out your phone to call chaeyoung, and she answered while looking out her window to see you still on her driveway.

“y/n, are you okay? why are you-”

“i’m going to ask you out 5 times. i’ll count this date as the first one, so i really only have 4 chances left,” you declared, staring right at her from where you stood.

chaeyoung always admired your determination but she knew this would end up hurting you in the long run.

“you know i’m probably just gonna say no each time, right?”

“you never know. just give me a chance chae”

chaeyoung lets out a defeated sigh. “good luck”, she says before hanging up. with the green light to continue asking her out, you start making your way home while strategically thinking about what your next move was.

---

chaeyoung hasn’t heard from you since that night, so she started to wonder whether you had already given up. she knew that was very unlike you and that was soon proved when you showed up behind her locker door with two tickets in your hand, which ended up startling chaeyoung a bit.

“jesus, can’t you say hi or hello like a normal person?”

smiling, you say “lany is playing this weekend and keshi is opening. you love lany and i love keshi, so this is perfect”

“sorry y/n, but i have an event with the church that day. i’m sure someone else would love to go though”

“i thought the church cancelled that event because someone caught covid?”

shit that's right, it was broadcasted on the news that the event was cancelled, chaeyoung thought. she wasn’t really the best liar, and the fact that you could see right through her lies doesn’t really help.

“oh yes, that’s right, but um, my mom asked me to help her with something anyway. really sorry y/n”, chaeyoung hurriedly says before proceeding to her next class.

before you start heading to your own class, she calls on you and you turn your head.

“you still have 3 tries” she says with a smile before finally leaving your sight. your lips slightly turned upwards at what seems like an attempt to make you feel better.

but the next two tries were equally unsuccessful. after the tickets, you managed to get her a box of baked goods from the new bakery that everyone has been talking about. while it was a bit of a weaker try compared to the concert tickets, you thought it was worth a shot but she still turned you down. then, you tried making her a playlist with the song titles listed in the order of “will you go out with me”, but chaeyoung didn’t even notice it until you pointed it out.

you only had one chance left but you’re confident that this will definitely be the one to win her over.

in your hand, you held john mayer’s prs silver sky guitar in pink. you knew how much she loved the colour pink, and after listening to her sing slow dancing in a burning room when you went over to her place, you thought this guitar was the perfect gift for her. after days and nights of constant researching and messaging a bunch of different people, you managed to get your hands on one that even happened to be signed by john mayer himself.

you couldn’t wait to give it to her after school so you hid it in your locker for the majority of the day, making sure it stays safe. as the bell rang for lunch, you made your way towards chaeyoung to drag her to your locker and show her the gift, but you caught her with her three best friends jisoo, jennie, and lisa. you hid behind the vending machine in an attempt to surprise her, but you ended up eavesdropping on their conversation. what you heard next was completely uncalled for.

“how many times has y/n asked you out? and why won’t you just say yes already?” jennie asked.

“yeah, look at all the things she’s done for you. and even after turning her down so many times, she still hasn’t given up” jisoo added.

“it’s really nothing, she’s just being nice”

“being nice? chaeng, you know she likes you, hell everyone knows. she’s had the biggest crush on you since elementary school!” lisa pointed out while jisoo and jennie nodded their heads, agreeing with their youngest friend.

“look, it’s just, i don’t know, kind of annoying okay? all these gifts and gestures, it’s too much. I never asked for any of these. i could’ve easily gotten concert tickets or baked treats myself. it’s just i’ve never seen someone so clingy and so desperate to be with-”

“then why didn’t you just say that?” you came out from behind the vending machine, trying to fight the tears forming in your eyes. jisoo, jennie, and lisa all backed away to give you and chaeyoung some space.

when she turned around and looked at you, a mixture of regret and guilt was painted all over her face.

“you knew i liked you from the very beginning and you knew that i was going to ask you out 5 times. if you really didn’t want it, then why didn’t you say anything?”

“i knew you weren’t gonna take no for-”

“so now you get to call me clingy and desperate? i would’ve stopped if you just told me upfront chaeyoung” there was so much hurt and anger evident in your voice. before chaeyoung could even say anything, you ran the other way, wanting to get as far away from her as possible.

chaeyoung wished you didn’t have to hear what she said, because all of it was a lie and she knew that. she knew she liked you, she liked you so damn much it killed her to keep rejecting you. her decision of wanting to maintain the friendship just so she doesn’t have to lose you backfired on her and her biggest fear came true - she ended up losing you anyway.

---

you distanced yourself from anyone and everyone since you heard what chaeyoung had to say about you asking her out. your family and friends were calling and texting nonstop just to make sure you were alive, but you didn’t even bother replying to them and left them on read, still giving them some indication that you were in fact alive. you didn’t want anyone around you, not now and not for a while.

as you lay in the comfort of your bed, surrounded by darkness and the sound of rain hitting the window, you stare up at the ceiling and let the words “clingy and desperate” echo through your head. it still stung each time you thought about it. has chaeyoung felt like this the whole time? have i been nothing but a burden to her these past few weeks? these few years?

your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of your own stomach growling. picking up your phone, it was already 12:45 and you haven’t even gotten out of bed yet. finally, you get up and the first thing you see is the guitar you were supposed to give chaeyoung that day.

“what a waste”, you groan before getting out of bed.

as you cook a pack of ramen, this one probably being the 6th pack in 2 days, your phone continues to vibrate. and most of the notifications are from the person you don’t want to hear from right now.

chaeyoung <3: y/n, have you eaten?

chaeyoung <3: please pick up

chaeyoung <3: even if you leave me on read, i just need to know you’re there please

chaeyoung <3: i’m really sorry y/n, can we please talk?

22 missed calls from chaeyoung <3

and i'm the clingy and desperate one, you thought.

little did you know that chaeyoung wasn’t doing the best either. she can’t remember the last time she ate a proper meal, and the bags under her eyes are becoming darker and much more prominent as time passes by. jisoo, jennie, and lisa have dropped by numerous times to check on her and tried to get her to eat, but all she cared about was trying to get a response from you.

the next day at school, students were looking at chaeyoung as she walked through the halls because well, she really looked like shit which is very unusual for her. but she didn’t care about any of that, what she was focused on was trying to find you. instead, she finds your best friend and musters up the courage to go up to her and ask about you.

“hi”, chaeyoung starts quietly. “um, you’re y/n’s best friend right?”

“hi, yes! i’m jihan. you must be chaeyoung!”, she smiled. her energy was something else despite it being a rainy monday morning.

“yeah, i was just wondering if you knew if she’s coming today? and if she’s alright?”

jihan’s smile slightly faded but it was still present.

“y/n’s not coming today, she said she doesn’t feel well”

“has she been eating?”

“i haven’t been able to see her in a while. she’s shutting everyone out, so i don’t think she wants anyone near her for the time being. sorry chaeyoung”, jihan sends an apologetic smile towards the girl.

“thank you. but um, you don’t hate me or anything?”

“what happened between you and y/n shouldn’t affect the way i see you. you’ve always been such a nice girl, so just because something happened between you and my best friend doesn’t mean i see you any different. yeah, you hurt y/n, but i know you’ll do what you can to make it right again because that’s the type of person you are” jihan says, before getting up to go to her homeroom.

chaeyoung started making her way to class and thought about what jihan said. while it cheered her up a little bit, she was still concerned about you. you were shutting everyone out, including your own best friend, so it was clear that you weren’t doing well and chaeyoung only blamed herself for your behaviour. but jihan was right, chaeyoung was gonna do what she could to fix things between you and her.

---

you finally decide to show up to school after a few days, but your state hasn’t improved one bit. if people thought chaeyoung looked bad, you definitely looked worse. your hair was tied into what looked like the messiest bun known to mankind (or was it a half ponytail? no one could tell), your eyes still puffy from all the crying you’ve done the previous nights, and the circles underneath them making it worse. jihan looked at you with sadness in her eyes knowing that even her energetic self couldn’t do anything to cheer you up.

“have you eaten breakfast y/n?”

“no, i’m still full from the ramen i ate last night”

“exactly how many ramen packs have you eaten these last few days?”

“let’s just say i need to restock on ramen this week,” you chuckled to yourself. jihan knew that making jokes is the only way for you to cope whenever you felt upset, so she just smiled along.

other than your teachers constantly asking you if you were okay and suggesting a visit to the nurse’s office, the day goes by fairly smoothly. you haven’t seen chaeyoung all day, which is a relief because the last thing you need is to start crying during school.

when you open your locker to grab your coat and umbrella to go home, your phone vibrates. you roll your eyes at the contact name but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about what she sent. you grab your things and make your way to the bus stop when you finally open the message.

chaeyoung &lt;3: as long as it takes you, open.spotify.com

you took out your airpods and clicked on the link to listen to keshi’s amazing voice.

baby i’ll be

waiting here for

you to change your mind

i’ll be here as long as it takes you

so this is it

i never thought that you would

take your things and leave

i must admit

i’ve been a mess since then

i need you here with…

as the song continued to play, you received another thread of texts from chaeyoung.

chaeyoung <3: i know you love this song, it’s one of your favourites

chaeyoung: <3: i can’t help but think that this is how you felt the whole time while you were trying to ask me out

chaeyoung <3: and i’m sorry i didn’t say anything sooner

chaeyoung <3: i really am a mess without you y/n

chaeyoung <3: look up please

you failed to notice a red, teary eyed girl holding her phone right in front of you while being drenched in the rain. you pulled her into the waiting shed with you, but she was far too soaked already. then, you took off your own coat to wrap around her so she wouldn’t get cold.

“what the hell are you doing standing out there with no coat or umbrella?”

“i love you,” she finally cries out. now it was your turn to look at her in confusion.

“i’ve always loved you y/n..”

“so why reject me all this time?”

“because i was afraid of risking what we have now! i was afraid that i would lose you if something were to happen to us, that i’d lose my friend altogether. but i actually did lose you because of some dumb shit that i said, which wasn’t true at all. you’re not clingy or desperate, you’re none of that and i wish i didn’t say it, and i’m just so god damn sorry y/n!” chaeyoung cried, her face stained with both tears and raindrops falling from her head.

before you could say anything, chaeyoung places a finger on your mouth and continues.

“i’m going to make it up to you y/n. i’m going to ask you for forgiveness 5 times, no, 10 times, and if you still won’t forgive me then, i’ll disappear from your life forever!” she practically screams, causing people around you to look in your direction.

when you think chaeyoung is finally done speaking, you pull her into a hug, not caring if she was still wet from the rain. while it would take some time to fully forgive her, you were just happy that you had your friend back and that one day, you’ll be able to try and ask her out again. you pulled back slightly to look at her before wiping her tears (and/or rain, you couldn’t tell).

“that counts as the first one. you have nine chances left,” you say smiling, watching chaeyoung’s own smile grow on her face as she pulls you in for another hug.

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