#request party

A gentle reminder for everyone who’s joining, I am doing this despite my heavy schedule because I want to give back and I figured maybe it’s time to listen to my followers. Now, I know I have a lot under my WIP folder, but this request party will be like a survey and it will help me find my strength in writing. Do I write good whenever I write about high school aus, college? etc.

I know I keep things my own way, and I’m not that friendly to everyone. So lets uhm…. change that? HAHA. Nonetheless, thank you and without further ado, here are the steps to how to join the party!

TERMS & CONDITIONS

Turn on the anonymous button. You can reveal yourself after I post your request.  

EVERYTHING WILL HAVE SMUT. bc I’m a smut writer. If you don’t include smut in the genre, I will.

Follow this format (Member + au/trope + genre + number of promt + your specifics + keyword)

Pairing will always be member + female!reader

No keyword, no story.

I will post these stories whenever I want to.

DONT’S

When stating your specifics don’t over do it to the point that you’re describing a person’s qualities.

Characters must be inclusive!

Incest, sexual harassment, su*cide, s*lf harm, are an obvious no.

No daddy kinks + other kinks that you think I won’t approve because I don’t write for kinks much.

Don’t pressure me, this is just for fun but I also have the right to say yes or no to a request. :)

ACCEPTED AUs or TROPES Strictly no age bending. No getting married kemerut for the dreamies, let’s try to be realistic.

Breakup AU

Married AU

High School AU

College AU

Cheating AU

Fuck buddies

Childhood best friends

Engaged couple

Established relationship

Best friends to lovers

Enemies to lovers

Strangers to lovers

AVAILABLE MEMBERS These are all my nct biases and I decided that this year I will only write for them because I figured that I can deliver better with my writing whenever I’m writing for my bias. So I’m sorry if yours aren’t here. :(

Taeyong, Mark, Jaehyun, Johnny, Taeil, Yuta, Haechan (127)

Lucas, Hendery, Kun, Xiaojun (WayV)

Jeno, Jaemin, Sungchan (Dream & U)

PROMTS Promts will be my guide and the challenge of this party, so enjoy challenging me! (These lines are from my favorite movies and the keyword is happy birthday b, by the way)

“You’re getting married and you’re not inviting me?”

“I won’t break up with you.”

“So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.”

"I could die right now, Clem. I'm just... happy. I've never felt that before. I'm just exactly where I want to be.”

To me, you are perfect.”

“I wish I had done everything on earth with you.”

"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while."

“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

"No, I like you very much. Just as you are."

"You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down."

“You were the only thing in my life that was real.”

"They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.”  

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.”

“It doesn’t matter if the guy is perfect or the girl is perfect, as long as they are perfect for each other.”

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”

"Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me… it brought me to you."

"I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One."

“You make me want to be a better man.”

“I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love.”

“In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.”

“You’re the first boy I ever kissed, Jake, and I want you to be the last.”

"Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy.”

"You don't marry someone you can live with, you marry the person you cannot live without."

The sound of your front door slamming shut instantly woke you from your nap and before you even got to open your eyes, you heard a loud groan from your boyfriend.

"Brian? Are you alright?" you finally opened your eyes and got up from the couch, gently straightening the long shirt you had been sleeping in.

"Do I fucking sound alright to you?" He snapped, throwing his guitar case against the wall next to the door.

"Hey, what's going on? Rough day at the studio, yeah?" you softly asked as you walked over to him. Just as he turned around to throw his guitar case away you saw your chance to run your hands up his back, gently massaging his shoulders.

He swiftly turned around and grabbed both your wrists in his hand, sending you a warning glare.

"John is a dumbass and Freddie is driving me insane and don't even get me started on Roger" he growled through gritted teeth, slowly pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall behind you. He pulled your hands up above your head the instant your back hit the wall, keeping you pinned securely.

"I'm really sorry, babe. You wanna talk about it?" your voice had gotten sultry. Whenever Brian was in this mood, there was no way you could talk him out of it. Usually this mood hit him after a particularly trying day at the studio or after a concert that had gone bad and the only thing to get him out of it was to let him fuck you senseless - and you absolutely didn't mind. It had been a few weeks since that last time he had been this angry which also meant that it had been a few weeks since he had fucked you rough and mindlessly.

"I really don't, love. And I think you know that already" he snapped, pushing one of his legs between yours, forcing you to spread your legs.

"Bri-" you breathed out as his knee pushed against your heat.

"Keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut until I tell you otherwise, okay doll?" he whispered in your ear, lifting his knee a little more to increase the pressure.

You nodded slowly and bit your lower lip, looking your boyfriend deeply in the eyes, trying to figure out exactly what he had in mind.

"That's a good fucking girl" he growled and bit your neck softly.

The heat between your legs became more prominent within seconds. He let go off your hands and quickly moved his hands to your cheeks, forcefully pulling you in for a hard kiss. His hands ran down your shoulders and he firmly grabbed your tits, quickly kneading them before his hands flew back to your shoulders, pushing you on your knees.

"Open your mouth for me doll" he commanded.

You slowly let your jaw drop as he swiftly removed his trousers and gave his already hard cock a few strokes before he grabbed a hold of your head, pulling you close. You wrapped your lips around his tip and he quickly started fucking your throat. He gagging noises you made, caused his head to loll back and he thrusted in to you had little harder. Your hands flew to his thighs to push him away, to make sure he wouldn't choke you.

"You bratty little thing - can't even take daddy's cock like a good fucking girl, huh?" he scorned as he pulled you back to your legs.

His hands found their way back to your tits and he grabbed the neck of your shirt and with immense force, he pulled the fabric apart, splitting it right down the middle and throwing the ruined piece of fabric to the ground. Just seconds after he grabbed the middle of your bra and pulled it apart too, like he had done with your shirt.

You moaned a little too loudly when his hands found their way to your nipples. Upon hearing the needy sound from you, he moved his right hand to your chin, pulling harshly on it, which caused your mouth to drop open.

"Did I fucking tell you to make any noise?" he spat, moving as close to your face as physics would allow.

You shook your head slightly, embracing yourself for what was about to come.

He spat in your mouth and quickly placed his lips on yours, forcing his tongue in to your mouth. The kiss was hot, messy and needy and when he pulled away from you, your whole mouth and chin was covered in saliva.

"You look so fucking beautiful all flustered and needy like this, princess" he whispered in your ear, as he spun your around and pushed your face against the wall. With one hand on your cheek, pressing your face to the wall, his other hand travelled down your body and roughly grabbed your hip and pulled your ass over to his crotch. He placed a rough slap on your ass before both his hands went down to your underpants and just like he had done with your shirt and your bra, he forcefully ripped the fabric apart.

Quickly his one hand found its way up to your neck, slightly choking you. His other hand found its way to your pussy and he quickly ran two fingers up your slit, brushing against your clit, before finding their way to your entrance, quickly pumping in and out a few times, to see how wet you were. Even though he was absolutely furious and the only thing on his mind was to fuck out his anger, he didn't want to actually hurt you by forcing himself into you, if you weren't wet enough. He spat on his hand and coated your pussy and then his cock in his saliva before he pressed his tip against your entrance.

With a quick deep thrust he bottomed out in you and you bit down on your bottom lip in order to stay quiet. He moaned and groaned like a beast and thrusted in to you with a fiery passion for a few minutes. His pace got faster and faster and the thrusts got more and more brutal.

Unable to keep your noises in, small whimpers started to leave your lips.

"Yeah, that feel fucking good baby? Let me hear how fucking good I make you feel" he groaned, while steadily thrusting in to you.

A symphony of moans, screams and whimpers left your lips as Brian thrusted away.

"Gonna fucking cum in your tight little pussy" he groaned and thrusted in to you one last time, tightening his grip on your throat as he shot his cum in to you.

After a few moments of complete silence, Brian's hands slowly crept around your waist, pulling you in for a soft hug and he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"Feeling better, baby?" you whispered with a strained voice.

"I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" he whispered back, turning you around in his arms so he could kiss your forehead.

"I loved it babe. You know I love it when you fuck me like that" you laughed against his collarbone.

He softly blew air out of his nose, almost laughing.

"I love you so much - and yeah, I'm feeling much better already" he said with a voice, softer than ever.

You made a trail of kisses from his shoulder, over his collarbone and up his neck before pressing a kiss to the sweet spot right below his earlobe that you knew would make his knees weak.

"Now, I do believe I owe you an orgasm"

"One?"

"As many as you want, my love" he laughed.

"Don't start something you can't finish, love" you laughed and pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Mission’s over. We all made it out in one piece. Be home soon.” 

You clipped the criss-cross straps of your seat into their respective buckles, leaned your head back and closed your eyes. You were exhausted and your forehead was throbbing, but Nat had sat down next to you and was patting your lip down with a cotton swab of rubbing alcohol. You willed yourself not to wince as the antiseptic stung.

“Better rest up Banner!” You recognized Clint’s voice over the whirl of the jet’s mechanics. “Tony’s gotta have a big bash planned for when we get back. He’s been working this lead for months.”

“And I couldn’t have done it without [Y/N]’s calculations. You drink on me tonight kid.” You knew without cracking open your eyes that Tony would be smirking at you when he gave your knee a reassuring tap. (Thankfully it was not the knee connected to the ankle you had sprained.)

“That cut’s pretty nasty, but I don’t think it needs stitches.” You opened your eyes and watched Natasha begin to pack away her medicine supplies. “Keep it clean and don’t let it get infected. And you let her sleep, Stark!” The former spy ordered the billionaire. “She’s been up for twenty hours straight. You slept on the way here.”

“Yup and I’m sleeping on the way back too.” Tony folded his arms over his chest and clunked his feet up on a nearby crate. “Talk to you in seven hours.” The Iron Man shut his eyes and you tucked away your bad hand before Natasha could see it.

In hindsight you realized that keeping your injuries from your friends was a stupid mistake. The Avengers truly were a team. You looked out for one another, you protected each other. These people were as much family to you as Bruce was. Perhaps that was why it was so important to you that you impressed them. You had to be tougher, stronger, than ever to even come close to their level. It certainly didn’t help they they all worried about you so much. You were one of the youngest Avengers and it seemed that nearly everyone thought of you as their kid sister. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes once more, wishing you know how to change the way they saw you.

You took a good look at your haggard appearance in your bathroom mirror back at the compound. Again you were surprised no one noticed just how bad you looked. Speaking in their defense they were for the most part as tired and beaten down as you. Still that bruise on your forehead had already started to purple and the cut on your hand was barely scabbing over. You checked the time. Just under two hours to make yourself presentable.  

The bruises and cuts on your forehead were easy enough to hide. Although it stung when you dabbed a light layer of make up over your face, the worst of it was cosmetically gone. There would be no easy way to hide your hand other than to keep it from everyone’s view as much as possible. The wound was cleaned and wrapped which would have to do. You’re ankle would not be such an easy fix. You wrapped it in an ace bandage to keep it stiff, the limited motion seemed to stop it from hurting quite so much. You tried sneaking a bag of ice out of the kitchen, but Tony was already there setting up for his elaborate celebration so you settled for the recommended dose of some over the counter painkillers and your best forced smile.  

“There she is, the girl of the hour!” Tony beamed as you worked towards the bar where most of the team was already gathered.

“Oh stop.” You waved him off with your undamaged hand. “I didn’t do anything you guys wouldn’t have done.” You decided to use that fact that everyone was standing by the bar to your advantage and seized the opportunity to sit down.  

“Hey guys, can I talk to my sister alone of a minute?” Bruce asked. “I just want to…”

“Just want to make sure we didn’t damage the goods?” Tony chuckled. “You know she’s twenty-five right? She can handle herself out there.”

“She sure can!” Clint piped up. You should have seen the way she slid down the mountain! Riding on Cap’s shield, next thing I see is here jumping right off the thing like a bird! Thought for sure she’d broken her foot, but she rolled out of it like a pro.” You blushed uncomfortably under Clint’s  unwarranted praise.

“Did you break your ankle?” Your brother waited until everyone had gone to ask.

“No, I didn’t break my ankle. What would give you that idea?” You asked him in a voice that was both childish and playful.

“Well for starters Natasha said you nearly passed out as soon as you got into the jet. Your face was covered in bruises and cuts which I noticed you mostly covered with make-up.” He raised an eyebrow of suspicion. “And based on that story that Clint just told, and the fact that your left pant leg is fitting you slightly snugger than the right. What’s going on! [Y/N]?”  

“I didn’t break my ankle.” You insisted. “At least I don’t think so. Just sprained it.”

“Well why didn’t you go down to medical and have it looked at?” Your brother was looking at you with great concern.  

“It’s just a sprained ankle Bruce.” You huffed. “Did you harass Natasha like this when she broke her finger last month?”

“As a matter of fact I did.” He promised. “Because I love her, [Y/N]. Almost as much as I love my kid sister.” He gave you a playful shove on the shoulder.  

“I wouldn’t mind having her as a sister.” You teased. “It seems she does a pretty good job of taking care of us both.” You looked across the room where you knew Natasha would be pretending to talk to Clint. She always did that when she had something up her sleeve. The two spy friends would be go off in the corner and watch their target all while pretending to have a casual conversation. You waved at her so that she knew no harm was done. She seemed satisfied with this response and turned her eyes away from you both.

“Well maybe she will be your sister someday.” Bruce smirked, drawing your attention back to him.

“Really?” You beamed. “I honestly do like her.”  

“Well then you should go down to medical, because I can’t have my sister standing up in my wedding with a sprained ankle or possibly worse if you don’t get it taken care of.”

“All right, all right.” You rolled your eyes. “But you’re going to have to help me down there because truthfully, I’ve already taken some medicine and this still hurts like hell.” You smirked, glad you didn’t have to hide your pain now.