#this is me asking for fanfic reqs

[keehlmyself]

my emotional state is in shambles, someone pass the meow meow before i die completely

[artdcnaldson]

NEED art and patrick to find out I'm a virgin and offer to teach me how to kiss and how to fuck and use eachother as examples and guide me and tell me I'm doing a good job and reward me for being such a good student and come back later and quiz me to see if I remember everything they taught me ugh obsessed with them individually and as a unit

This has lived rent free in my mind for literally forever. I can’t stop thinking about it, it haunts my every waking moment.

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: Making out, Handjob lessons, guys being pervs, not a love triangle they just all want to fuck each other

A/N: unedited bc I wrote this while on the clock okay whatever. Enjoyyyy and if u want me to continue this lmk >:)

“I think it’s sweet,” Patrick said, and you could hear the amusement in his voice, practically dripping from every syllable. “The last American virgin. You belong in a museum.”

You rolled your eyes and tossed your empty Taco Bell cup at him— the ice rattled and it leaked a puddle of condensation onto the ground. “You could try not to be a dick about it.”

Art’s dorm room was hot and sticky thanks to a faulty AC, which meant the three of you lounging on the floor by his open window, sucking down soda watered down by melted ice cubes. You were down to a T-shirt and shorts, they were down to their boxers. It wasn’t lost on you that it was an intimate situation to be in— barely dressed, crammed into the shoebox of a dorm. And of course Patrick had dug his fingers in until you admitted your secret— you had made it all the way to college totally unfucked.

Patrick leaned forward, smiling the smarmy smile that tended to wear at your last nerve. “So you’re a virgin, but like,” he leaned in, so close you could feel body heat radiating from him. He dropped his voice, just above a whisper. “How much of a virgin, really? You’ve at least gone to third, right?” You glared, but shook your head.

“Second?” Art supplied, suddenly jumping in with an eager sort of curiosity.

“What? No, I don’t even know what that means,” you admitted. You sighed before you spoke up. “I’ve only ever kissed one guy and one girl, and it was during a game of spin the bottle, like, junior year.”

“How?” Patrick asked.

Your brows furrowed. “How? I spun the bottle, it landed on the person, I leaned in, put my lips against theirs, and that was it.”

Patrick sighed. “Just fucking show me how.” He looked at you expectantly, inching even closer.

With an annoyed sigh, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his— mouth closed, lips firm. When you sat back, Patrick and Art were both grinning.

“What?” You asked with a frown.

“That’s how you kiss on the playground in elementary school,” Art said, unable to contain his laughter. “C’mere.”

You crawled forward, stopping in front of the blond. His hand settled on your jaw, coaxing you forward.

His lips met yours softly, sweetly. It was easy to lose yourself in the feeling of Art’s mouth, in the gentle brushes of his lips against yours and the way he held your face so tenderly.

The feeling of his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips was strange, but you welcomed it, letting him lick into your mouth.

Each pass of his tongue against yours drew you deeper and deeper into it, into him. You moved into his lap without realizing it, kissing him with sweet, timid laps of your tongue.

Art pulled back first, his cheeks soft and pink and so pretty. “See? That’s how you’re supposed to kiss someone. That was really good.”

You laughed softly, and moved off of his lap sheepishly. Patrick leaned forward, brushing your hair back, holding your face in his hand.

“Okay, show me what Art showed you,” he instructed, then leaned in.

Kissing Patrick was different than kissing Art. He was hungrier, more insistent. His tongue pressed into your mouth like he wanted to chart every inch. You did your best to match what he offered, to kiss the way Art had just shown you, sweetly, like you really meant it.

And you did mean it. Patrick’s hands moved along your side, up until they cupped your tits through your shirt. You moaned softly into his mouth— the sound was muffled, met with a moan of his own. He gave an experimental squeeze of your tits and you whined softly. So he did it again, amused by the pretty, sweet noises you mewled out.

Patrick was getting hard, pressing against your thigh. It was a new sensation that you were hyper aware of as you unconsciously ground yourself against him.

You pulled back first, cheeks burning hot after you remembered Art was right beside you. You tucked unkempt hair behind your ear, smiled bashfully. “How was I?”

“Good,” Patrick said.

At the same time Art supplied, “So good.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Okay. Cool.”

Art was squirming, fidgeting, holding a pillow over his lap. Patrick was less covert— opting to openly adjust himself, drawing more attention to the fact that he was hard. You rolled your eyes and stole the nearest cup you could find, sipping at watered down Mountain Dew.

“Do you want me to leave?” You teased, raising an eyebrow. Your teeth dug into the plastic straw as you looked between the two of them.

Art stammered, mortified, but Patrick just smiled dizzyingly over at you. “I can teach you something else. You got to first base, so why don’t you steal second?”

You rolled your eyes, but heat flared behind your cheeks. Jesus Christ, he was such a smug asshole. “I still don’t know what that means,” you said, feeling a little embarrassed.

He grinned and mimed jerking off. Your eyes widened, and you laughed softly. “That would be weird,” you said, half-believing it. “Like, if I did jerk one of you off, that leaves one of you just watching.”

You glanced at Art, who looked just as interested as Patrick did, and your heart stammered nervously. “What if I show you how you do it on Art? Look at him— he’s the perfect little practice dummy.” Patrick reached over, pinching at Art’s cheek until the blond kicked his shin.

“Show me?” You echoed. “Like… you’re going to do it to him, and I do it to you?”

Patrick nodded, leaning into Art’s side, his smarmy smile dissolved into something needier. Art swallowed hard, lips parted slightly as he looked over at Patrick.

Patrick’s lips met his slowly, hungrily. You watched wide eyed as Patrick deepened the kiss, as Art eagerly accepted the other boy’s tongue into his mouth.

Patrick threw the pillow out of Art’s lap and sent it careening into the desk on the opposite side of the room. Your eyes widened at the sight of Art, hard and tenting his boxers. Patrick palmed him in his large hands making the blonde whimper into his mouth and buck up, seeking friction.

You swallowed hard, biting down on the straw as you watched Patrick tug at the elastic of Art’s boxers. Art lifted his hips to allow Patrick to tug them down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock to both of you.

“See,” Patrick gasped, leaning back from their kiss. Art chased his lips fruitlessly, mouth ajar, waiting for more. “He’s so fucking easy. Come feel.”

You moved closer, looking at Art for permission. When he nodded, you reached out, letting your fingertips graze the soft skin of his shaft. He exhaled a shuddery breath, eyes fluttering shut. Patrick’s hand covered yours, guiding you to squeeze around his length.

He was warm under your touch, silky soft, pulsing in your grip. Your heart hammered just at that— at the feel of him in your hand. “Feels nice, huh? Knowing how much he wants you.” You nodded, then slid your fist up, testing the waters. Art moaned softly, throbbed in your grip, aching for more. Patrick smiled like the cat who got the cream. “Hands off, just watch me.”

Patrick spat into his hand and replaced your hand with his own. The second Patrick curled his fingers around Art and started stroking him slowly, the blond was mewling for more. “Fuck,” he moaned, his forehead knocking against Patrick’s, mouth open, panting. “That’s good, feels good.”

You watched Patrick rub his thumb over Art’s tip, eyes widening as Art really whimpered for it, hips thrusting up into Patrick’s fist, chasing more of the pleasure the brunet offered.

“You get it now?” Patrick asked. You nodded quickly, and he tugged down his own boxers. “Fuck, okay— fucking show me.”

Your heart hammered with nerves, but you nodded. You held your hand out and spit into it, mimicking what Patrick had done before you wrapped your hand around his cock.

He felt bigger in your hands, but you didn’t say that. One, you worried it might piss Art off, and two, he didn’t need the ego boost. And he was slick, beading precum at his tip so each pass of your hands felt slicker and slicker.

And you couldn’t help but want to be an asshole. “You’re wet like a girl,” you said with a smirk, gliding your thumb over his tip.

And he was shameless, nodding with a sly grin. “That means I like you.” He panted, moaning softly. “Besides, I bet your fucking panties aren’t dry right now.”

Well, fuck. You tried to ignore the rush of heat in your belly that those words caused, to focus only on the glide of your hand on Patrick’s cock— up and down, copying his pace on Art, copying the ways he’d squeeze and twist his hand.

Art was moaning, rutting up into the tight sheath of Patrick’s fist, the muscles of his abdomen tensing and relaxing in unsteady jerks beneath his soft skin.

“Fuck— switch, switch,” Patrick said quickly. Art whined when Patrick stopped touching him, but it was ignored. “Want you to feel it when he comes.”

He guided your hand back onto Art’s cock and nodded for you to move. “Fuck, your hand’s so soft,” Art groaned. “Faster, faster, fuck—“ He was practically begging. You swallowed, increased the pace, squeezed him a little tighter.

Art was touching Patrick— jerking him off while you brought him closer and closer to finishing. Patrick leaned in, kissed you deeply, pulled Art in too until the three of you were a mess of tongues and lips and spit and hands.

Art came first— coating your hand in warm, slick cum, throbbing in your grip. He was panting into your and Patrick’s mouths, moaning softly as you continued to slowly work him through it. Patrick came next, once Art redoubled his effort, focused on making Patrick add to the mess covering your hands.

Patrick was loud, pornographic, messy. Art brought a cum covered hand between his lips, cleaning it up. Your eyes widened.

“Art, c’mon, you’re scandalizing her,” Patrick said, like you weren’t even there.

“Shut up,” you said, shoving him. He laughed and pulled his boxers back up. Art followed suit, and the three of you were left gross and sweating in the heat. You wiped your hand off on one of their discarded shirts and gave a sheepish smile.

They sat there, expectantly. Waiting for you to make the next call. There was a level of want in you, need, but the thought of asking for them to take care of it was mortifying. “Do you want to watch a movie or something now?”

[misotsukiiyeooo]

HEYYYYYY, how are you? Hopefully, you're well, could you do a Wonwoo x reader playing games together? I would really appreciate it!!

“I Finally Won!!”

Pairing: Bf!Wonwoo x f!reader

A/N: Hello, Anon!! I'm doing well, thank you! Hope you enjoy!!

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2.8k

Synopsis: Having a weekly game session and playing with Wonwoo is never easy, especially since he's so good at playing and never goes easy on you, until today.

Today at 5:03PM

Glasses🕶 🩶

I'll be home soon, Doll you just wait.

Today at 5:04PM

Y/N

No, YOU just wait, I'm gonna win this time.😉

Today at 5:04PM

Glasses🕶 🩶

We'll see.

Unlocking the door, I stumble upon Y/N playing on the couch wearing my hoodie that looks extra large on her, and having a wide variety of snacks on the coffee table. She’s so focused, poking her tongue out she didn’t even notice I already came home, walking behind her and lightly pecking her cheek startles her. “Oh my god..when did you get home?” Her big eyes look into mines, “I just came, you were so into the game you didn’t even notice.” I chuckle at her. “I was practicing..I’m going to win you today!” I watch her jump onto the couch holding the game remote up. I grab her waist and pick her up causing her to giggle. “Let me get into comfy clothes, I’ll be right back to play with you.”

“Are you finally done?” You wait for him to come back, walking out of the room wearing a plain white shirt with cozy flannel pants and wet hair. “Sorry Doll, I had to wash my hair.” He sits next to you drying his hair with a towel. He looks so fine…he catches you staring at him, giving you the most cutest smile. You quickly looked away and handed him the remote. “Let’s play..” He nods, chuckles, and finds the game.

Hours passed by, and yet you still wasn’t able to win not even one round against Wonwoo. I laugh as I watch her slump onto the couch pouting, I ruffle her hair and caress her cheek, “It’s okay doll you can win next time okay? Let’s head to bed it’s already 12.” She bolts up showing me her pointer finger, “One more round, please!! Pretty please!!” I can’t help but be in awe watching her. I decided to give in, only nodding while she jumped excitedly. “But after this round, we have to go to bed, okay?” “Okay fine but I’ll win this time!” She looks so focused I can’t help but let her win..this time, purposely falling back in the game and following into her little ‘tricks’.

“What- what? WHAT?!?!… I won? I WON!!! TAKE THAT!! You loser!!!!” You can’t even explain your level of excitement right now, you finally won against Wonwoo. “Yes, you won, good job Doll, never knew this day would come.” I smile at her fondly watching her dance around the whole living room and then taking a photo of the TV. “I’m going to print this out and hang this on our living room wall!! And send this to the group chat!! They must know that I’m the best player now!” I roll my eyes at her behavior but take her into my arms. “Alright, alright you can brag about it and print it out but let’s do that first thing tomorrow yeah?” I kiss her forehead, nose then lips causing her to scrunch her face giggling. “Okay, let’s go to bed. Since I won, I say we should cuddle the whole night!” She runs to the room. “Sounds good to me.” I follow in her footsteps.

Req are open!

Taglist!!

[jxwl4k]

Hello not sure if request are open but wondering if request idea based of the manga /anime base on chapters 365 like you know how bakugou is currently severely injured in manga/anime so I was wondering instead of bakugou almost dying it’s the reader who takes all the hits and blows for him when fighting shigaraki crushing reader arm maybe taking huge blow in the chest to protect bakugou as reader sacrifice herself as Edgeshot trying help reader maybe bakugou in stay shock etc aslo can ending be angst fluff I hope this makes sense if you have any questions please fill free to dm me :)

Hi! Your idea is fantastic, and I’m excited to work on it. You’re the first to suggest this, so I’ll definitely be doing this!! Thanks for the inspiration!!🫶🏻

I’ll probably be posting it by next week, if I get to finish it early.

[fullofmeihem]

Do u take requests? For lies of p

absolutely!! i'll write pretty much anything, i've got a few ideas cooking but requests are wiiide open rn.. i should find a place on my profile to specify that,,

[thelittleghoul]

Happy October first everyone!! If you want to request any Halloween themed headcanons or oneshots I’ll be sure to write them!! I’m also here for regular requests though thanks so much and have a great spooky season!!! 🎃🍂🩷

[zestialmorde]

To whom it may concern,

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May thee fare as well as I,

Zestial Morde

[stitchwraith-stingers]

For the lil ask game: 1, hazel x jasmine

when I started shipping it if I did: my friend suggested it and i was hooked ngl

my thoughts: CUTESSSS also my fave trope friends 2 lovers :3

What makes me happy about them: my fave characters . also theyre the smilers and it hink they would match eachothers energy rlly well

What makes me sad about them: n/a

things done in fanfic that annoys me: n/a

things I look for in fanfic: n/a

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: w no one is fine, they both have aro swag

My happily ever after for them: idk them owning a rabbit i guess who is the big spoon/little spoon: they flipflop

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: SPENDING TIME TOGETHER N GOING OUT. malls, carnivals, walks down the beach, haunted house whatever goes

[f1daydreamer]

Ask me anything! Taking requests!

"Hey, lovely readers! 💖 I’m open to all your requests—whether it’s fanfiction, one-shots, headcanons, or anything else you have in mind. It can be about anyone, and I’m open to all fandoms! Don’t be shy, share your ideas and let’s make something fun together! I can’t wait to bring your creative thoughts to life!"

[peapodfics]

Hi I love your work so much and it would mean the world to me if you do a podfic for my fic. It’s called “Sleeping Beauty” it’s a little sad though sorry 💜💜💜

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61333831

Omg thank you so so much for the compliments, it's such an honor that you like my work enough to let me adapt your fic in my style!!! <33

And sure, I'll be reading and recording it as soon as I have the time!! :3

[stormy-writer]

Can I have a request, please?

Of course, @azura-the-underrated! Unless specifically changed or closed in a PSA, my box is always open! I'm open to a myriad of ideas, so, please, request away!

[crunchystarz]

Hey hello hi! Starz here!

I'm opening reqs and my asks!

If you have any requests for me they are open as well as you can ask about hc, my thoughts or you could ask regarding my already existing series!

I WRITE FOR: twisted wonderland, Creepypastas And wuwa

Yes:

Headcanons

oneshots

character x character,

x readers

Fluff

Angst

Yandere

Romantic and platonic

No:

Nsfw(I don't mind writing a bit of spice just not full on 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 town

Incest

Pedophilia

And just any basic dni stuff

щ⁠(⁠゜⁠ロ⁠゜⁠щ⁠) idk how these work so at just send me stuff gah!(Pls I'm sad and desperate)

[neuviellette]

Requests?

hiiii. So I had this idea. What if I started writing one shots here? Like, I know I’m already writing a fanfic on wattpad (that I can barely keep up with due to school n other things) but like. I wanna try it. So if you have any ideas or requests for a one shot or a minific, lemme know. I WILL NOT BE ANSWERING TO ANYONE WHO ASKS FOR ANYTHING SUGGESTIVE OR SMUT. Okay cool. Bye! Stay safe! <333

[piedinthepiper]

Hiii x

Love your girl! just wanted to ask if you could write something similar but dance related w/ yandere Jimin? Its totally ok if you only write for jk, just wanted to ask 😚

thanks lol xx

Prima ballerina ˖ ⊹

Yandere!Jimin x ballerina!reader

Summary: What’s the difference between a great ballerina and the greatest ballerina? The answer is Park Jimin. And he had his eyes on you in more than a professional way.

Thank you for the request! <3

[star-starters]

Hello! Is there a particular way you'd like art request to be sent? Ask or DM message? Are OCs allowed or fandom characters only? thank you for the answers :)

Ask or DM no problem. And I like trying new things so ask me to do art form any kind of fandoms or original AU. Thanks for asking!

[thatlotuscookie]

Request Guidelines

hey, welcome to my request page! Here’s how things work around here. Please read through these before sending in your requests, so we’re all on the same page!

quick intro before we start: i'm hypno, and i'm here to write just about anything that scratches that itch. whether it’s fluffy, dark, or something spicy, i’ve got you covered. I’ll write for any fandom—whether it's anime, a novel, a movie, or something else entirely. so, feel free to get creative with your requests!

✍️ What I Write:

Genres: Dark romance, angst, fluff, slice of life, manhwa-inspired stories, NSFW, and more. Themes: I'm open to pretty much anything—drama, emotional turmoil, romance, conflict, character development, and more. Headcanons: I also write headcanons! If you want to know how a character might act in a certain situation or setting, feel free to ask. NSFW/SFW: You can request either! However, note that NSFW is only for those 18+. Fandoms/Original Works: Open to both! If you have an original character or specific fandom in mind, just give me some context. 🚫 What I Won’t Write: Extreme, glorified violence: Violence is okay in themes like war, emotional conflict, or PTSD, but nothing excessive without purpose. Zoophilia: I won’t write anything involving this, but omegaverse is fine. Disrespectful content: I won’t write anything that’s racist, homophobic, or ableist. No to: Bestiality or underage in explicit scenarios.

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