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Anonymous asked:
Literally all I want in life is for Calum Hood to hold me down by my throat, maybe shove a couple fingers in my mouth while he cums in me

Calum Trash 2.0
punani answered:

whew chile could you imagine? he’d have you begging for him to cum inside of you and fill you up because you’ve been such a good girl for him and then he’d start praising you– telling you that you’re always such a good girl for him and that you’re his good little slut because you’re always so willing to take his cock and you take it so well and mcfrick i am sweating woof

succ&fucc saturday™


Anonymous asked:
hello! i saw you wanted to write something and i was wondering if i could ask for something with fred weasley? fluff maybe? if not, thats fine. thank you xx uwu

Hi love, I already have a fred weasley fluff up which you can check out here. Its also kinda angsty but i hope you like it anyways

Helpp!

I feel like writing something tonight, either fluff or smut. If you have any suggestions on who to write it on and what to write it about please let me know. I’ll write on: 

  • 5sos
  • One Direction
  • Vikings
  • Harry Potter
  • Vlog Squad.

Hope to receive all your lovely requests. 

Screw It - Calum Hood Smut (Part two)

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Summary: This is part two to Screw It. You can check out Part One here.

Warnings: Well, where do I begin? THIS IS FULL-ON SMUT. Includes: choking, spanking, slut-shaming, power play, daddy kink, unprotected sex. Please beware and Jesus please forgive me. 

Word count: 2300 +

Author’s note: Please read the warnings before reading. I don´t think there will be a part 3 but It depends. If you want a part 3 just let me know. I hope you enjoy and remember REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

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Screw It- Calum Hood Smut (Part one)

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Check out part 2 here

Summary:  Frat boy Calum Hood is throwing his birthday party, in which Brooke walks without having any clue she would have to face the guy who embarrassed her last new years eve. However, things get heated up pretty quickly.

Warnings: Not much in this part, swearing, smoking and mentions of sex maybe. THIS PART IS SMUT FREE

Word count: 1,600 +

Author’s note: This is my first smut, so yeah don´t expect much. I wanted it to be a one part imagine and post it on Calum's birthday but I got carried away so I decided to make it a two-part imagine. Also English isn´t my first language so  I am sorry in advance for any mistakes. That’s It, hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated.

  It was the third time that night the speakers blasted “Sicko Mode” and everyone cheered and jumped like it was the first. Parties those days kind of mixed together in my mind, like a big blur. They were all the same, the same people, in the same clothing, with the same fake smiles and small talk. I wondered why I kept attending but then Friday came along and I found my fairly drunk self on a cab surrounded by my completely drunk friends going to “the best party ever” as Jasmine usually put it.

  Tonight was no exception, we were at a frat house that was packed with intoxicated 20-year-olds grinding to Billboard’s top 100 hits. Apparently, it was one of the frat member’s birthday party and they had truly outdone themselves. Every flat surface you laid your eyes on had at least three bottles of alcohol ready to be drunk, if you knew the right people you could get free pot and the music blasted so loud it made the windows shake. It seemed like every student was here, and a few more as well.

  “I am going outside, I need a cig.” I told my friend Jasmine. The amount of people was stressing me out and I hadn´t had one since we left May’s place. I made my way through the crowd and stepped outside. There weren’t many people, just some couples making out and one guy smoking. I took out one cigarette and realized I had forgotten my lighter.

  “Hey, could you give me a light?” I asked the guy in the leather jacket, black pants and black boots. He looked really attractive from behind “No fucking way.” I said as he turned around blowing a puff of smoke. It was Calum fucking Hood. The Calum hood I had had a crush on in high school, the Calum Hood I had fucked last new year’s eve, the Calum Hood I had drunk texted the following week asking why he hadn’t called me back.

  “Oh my god, Brooklyn Jones.” He smirked with that perfect mouth of his. I noticed his hair was now blonde, unlike the last time I saw him and I dared say he looked taller, or maybe I just felt smaller. I hated his guts, who did he think he was? “Aren´t you gonna wish me a happy birthday?” he asked me. Of course it was his birthday, of course I was that unlucky.

  “Happy birthday, now goodbye.” I said and started heading inside again.

  “Didn´t you want to borrow my lighter?” I heard him say behind me.

  “No, I don´t feel like smoking anymore” I was lying. I think I had never craved a cigarette more in my entire life, but I wasn’t going to stand next to Calum Hood for four minutes. I could handle the craving, I couldn’t handle Calum.  

  I had already crossed paths with him once before, after our not so innocent encounter and It had ended with me throwing a vodka cranberry onto his white shirt. Let’s just say he wasn´t very happy about it.  

  I headed back inside and grabbed a red cup filled with vodka. I tried finding my friends but the crowd was so big I kept being pushed around. I was about to leave the house when I felt a pair of hands being pressed into my waist. “Why did you leave me alone outside?” I felt him whisper in my ear. His hot breath sent tingles down my spine and my eyes almost fell close. I ignored this and turned around, taking his hands out of my waist.

  “Because I felt like it, just like you felt like not calling back. Next time, just don’t say shit you don´t mean, okay?” I said sounding more upset that I would have liked.

  “Next time, huh?” He said.

  “Keep dreaming” I rolled my eyes and turned around to leave, he was so full of himself. However, he grabbed my wrist and brought me back closer to him.

  “It was a one-night stand baby, I am sorry if it felt like something else.” He said looking straight into my eyes.

  “If it was just a one night stand, then what are you doing talking to me right now?” I said and yanked my hand free. “And don´t call me baby, you asshole” I sentenced and walked away finally spotting May and Jasmine. They cheered when they saw me and started dragging me to the dance floor. I tried to refuse, saying I was going to head home and that I didn´t feel very well but they convinced me to stay like they always did. Drunk girls can be very persuasive, especially if you are a little drunk yourself.

  An hour or so later May had vanished with some guy and I was left with a very very drunk Jasmine. She almost couldn’t stand, but oh! did she keep drinking vodka. At one time she tried to twerk and she fell right onto her butt and hit her head on a nearby table. I rushed at her side, but she pushed me away and tried to stand. She fell again and started closing her eyes. “Oh man this is bad, this is really really bad.” I thought to myself as I tried looking for someone to help me, but everyone looked either too drunk or too high to help. And then I saw him, passing by with a friend of his and without thinking I grabbed his hand. What one did for a friend.

  “Calum I need help with Jas, she is too drunk and banged her head on that table. I can´t carry her on my own, please” I said trying to help her stand up.

  “You want help from me? From the asshole?” He said, pointing a finger at his chest.

  “Calum I am not kidding you idiot, I really can´t carry her on my own.” I said looking desperate. “Can you just take one thing seriously? “ He caught the message and helped me straighten her up and carry her upstairs into one of his friend’s bedrooms.

  After laying her on her side and putting a bucket next to the bed in case she puked, we headed outside the room and back into the party.

  I started walking towards the stairs when I heard Calum speak. “You ask me to carry your drunk friend whom, by the way, I don´t even know and you don´t even say thank you?” He had a point.

  “Yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry. Thank you Cal” I said looking into his beautiful brown eyes. They really stood out with his newly platinum blonde hair.

  “Care to join me for that cig now?” He said smirking. God, why was he always smirking? It drove me nuts. “You owe me.”

  “First of all, I don´t owe you shit. But okay, I really need a cig” I said and followed him downstairs and into the yard. He handed me a cigarette and his lighter. “You smoke flavoured cigs?” I asked as I took the first drag.

  “Only on special occasions.” He said and winked at me. I, of course, rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t talking about you, baby. I was talking about my birthday.” I felt ashamed and almost instantly started blushing. I turned my face sideways to try to hide it, but I could hear Calum laughing. Oh my god, even his laugh was sexy.

  “So how is your birthday going?” I tried changing the subject. He took a long drag and stepped closer to me. I started feeling a bit uneasy at the closeness so I took a small step back. He looked at me dead in the eye and stepped even closer like saying “Do dare and move, see how that goes” I remained still and lowered my eyes. It was almost like when we had had sex, him being all dominant and strong, and me being all submissive and obedient. But I wasn´t like that anymore, I wasn’t going to let Calum Hood step over me. I looked up into his eyes and took a step back, bumping into a wall. 

  “You’ve changed.” He said.

  “You haven’t.” I said back. He stepped even closer and put a hand beside my head. He inched his face close to mine and whispered in my ear.

  “I haven´t forgotten you. I still think about that night. What good of a time we had. Do you remember?” He put his free hand on my lower back and brought me closer to him. “Do you remember how you screamed my name? How you dug your nails into my back? How good I felt inside you?” I closed my eyes in instinct and a little whimper escaped my lips. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. His words, his breath, his cologne, his closeness, It was all too much. “So, babygirl, you wanna head back to my room and repeat it?” At that, I opened my eyes wide and pushed him away. Who did this fucker think he was?

  “Oh my god, you really thought you could help me with my friend, say a few nice words and I would be fucking you in no time? You really thought that?” I said in disbelief.  He had a surprised look plastered on his face. I would dare say he was also a little embarrassed. “You really thought there was a chance I would sleep with you again? After everything? You think I am going to make the same mistake twice?” His look of incredibility started truing into one of anger. He clenched his jaw and squinted his eyes. I on the other side had never felt better. “Oh honey no, you got it all wrong.”

Part two coming soon 

Remember - Fred Weasley

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Summary: Fred’s girlfriend can´t wrap her head around the fact that his boyfriend was murdered and she struggles to remember everything about him.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Female Character.

Warnings: Swearing and sadness, a lot of sad stuff, so sorry in advance. 

Word count: 2.4K +

Author’s note: Hello! This is the first fanfic I write and I hope you like it. Please don´t hate if there are any spelling mistakes since English isn’t my native language, I did my best. 

I don’t understand what is happening. Everyone is crying. Why is everyone crying? They say he is dead. He can´t be dead, can he? How can he be dead? I only saw him half an hour ago. They are wrong, they made a mistake, this dead body can not belong to Fred, it is impossible. He said we would be safe and happy after the war was over. This was not part of the plan. Why would he lie to me? Why?

Molly touches my shoulder and I look at her. Her eyes are red and saggy, not cheerful like they always are. I turn my eyes back to Fred and he is still in the same position. I don´t understand what is happening. I don´t want to understand. This can´t be happening. My knees give out and I fall next to Fred. I think I scream, or maybe I just cry, i don´t know. I cup his cheeks and start calling his name, but he doesn’t wake up, he doesn’t even move. Now I am sure I scream. My throat hurts, but I can´t stop screaming.

I want to murder them all, Voldemort, the Deatheaters, Harry, everyone, but I can´t even move, my legs won’t respond. I realize Fred’s eyes are closed, I will never be able to look at his eyes again, What color were his eyes? I think they were hazel. Or were they chocolate brown?

Flashback.

-222, 223, 224, 225. You have 225 freckles on your face- I told him while he laughed. He was sitting down with his back against an old tree next to the lake and I was straddling his legs.

-Was it necessary to spend almost 10 minutes counting them? - He asked me with a smile plastered on his face, as he took my hands on his own. - You do realize you have freckles too, right?

-Yeah, but not nearly as much.- I took my hands away from his and started tracing my fingers along his cheeks. - You know I love you, right?

-I know babe, I love you too- He whispered and pecked my lips. I didn´t want to let go, I never wanted to let go. I put my hands on the back of his neck and started playing with the little baby hairs that grew there. He took my cheeks in his strong hands and pulled my face towards his. Our lips connected in a kiss. I loved kissing Fred, I always felt as if I would die if I stopped. His hands rested in the small of my back and he traced little circles with his fingers. When we pulled apart I opened my eyes and his were only centimeters away.

-Your eyes have specs of green in them- I told him, staring deep into his eyes- I always thought they were just light brown.

-Really? I never noticed either. -He chuckled while he caressed my cheek-  What would I do without you?

-Probably die, and also only consider yourself an ordinary brown-eyed guy.

They were light brown, with specs of green and I loved getting lost in them. If I had known I wouldn’t  be able to stare at them anymore, I would have looked better. I now stare at his closed lids. Are his eyes still the same color behind them?

I look at his mouth and it looks like he is smiling. He must have been laughing when he…. when it happened. What was he laughing about? His laugh, I can´t remember his laugh. Was it loud? Or was it more quiet?

Flashback.

The look on Umbridge’s face was priceless. Her eyes were wide open and her body was slightly shaking. Her face was red as an apple and looked as if it would explode at any second. All students and even some teachers were laughing out loud at the giant swamp that had appeared in the fifth-floor corridor.

Fred and George had been planning this prank for ages, they wanted everything to go perfect and to cause as much discomfort as possible to Professor Umbridge. They had spent endless nights in Gryffindor’s common room perfecting their “portable swamp”.

-Fred, just leave it already, you have been planning this for months, it will drive you crazy babe- I told him as I sat down on the couch behind him. He was sitting on the floor with a bunch of papers scattered before him.

-If I don´t get this formula right, then the swamp will just disappear in a few days. - He almost shouted while ruffling through a folder labelled “swamp”. - I need to get this done by tomorrow, otherwise, we won’t be able to start the prank on schedule-

Not many people realized the effort and hard work that went into the pranks, they thought it was all pure talent and improvisation. However, I knew it took way more than that, including a few maddening nights, like this one.

-Hey, come here- I said and pulled softly at his shoulders until his head rested in the couch between my legs.

-Babe, seriously, I can´t get distracted right now, otherwise, it would all have been for..- He started saying but I shushed him and started playing with his hair, gently tugging at the ginger strands.

-If you keep overworking yourself, you will end up having a mental breakdown. - I almost whispered. I felt the tension starting to leave his body and his eyes began to close.- You need to rest, love. You’ll see, It will all work out.- I said and leaned down to peck his lips.

And it indeed had, the prank was a hit. The rumour that a giant swamp had appeared in the castle spread in no time and everyone wanted to see it. Me and the twins were hiding in a nearby corridor watching Umbridge struggling to make the swamp disappear. Suddenly Filch appeared and ran desperately to Umbridge’s aid accidentaly stepping on a puddle, making him slip and fall right on his butt. All three of us burst out in laughter and remember feeling the happiest I had ever felt. Fred’s knees buckled, taking him to the floor, where he kept on laughing like there was no tomorrow. He always laughed like this, like whatever you had told him was the funniest thing he had ever heard, he made you feel special with his laughter.

I remember now. His laugh was loud, the loudest laugh I have ever heard. He laughed as if he wanted everybody to know he was happy. Maybe he did, maybe he wanted everybody to loosen up a bit, we were all so tired from bad news about the war. Maybe it was his way of letting us know there was always tomorrow, and that it could be better.

But tomorrow won´t be better, will it? Because I won´t be able to look at him in the eyes, to hear his laugh, to kiss him. He lied, he promised me a better tomorrow. A happy tomorrow. But he lied. Why did he lie? I believed we were untouchable and I think he believed that too.

Flashback.

-I am so tired Freddie, so fucking tired of this- I told him while closing my eyes. The soft light of sundown hit my lids and I sighed. I felt him sigh as well. We were lying in the garden of The Borrow, a few days away from Bill and Fleur’s wedding. He was sitting down on the grass, my back was against his chest and my head rested on his shoulder

-I know love, we all are. But it will all be over soon, I promise- He nearly whispered and grabbed both my hands in his. I looked at his rough, freckled hands and pressed my lips against one, just lightly kissing it. - We will win and then we will buy a nice little house in the mountains, or on the beach and no one will ever bother us again. No war, no Voldemort, no prophecy, just us.

-That would be nice.- I said. A tear made its way down my face and I snuggled up closer to Fred. - I am so scared Fred, I am terrified. What if..- He cut me off before I finished.

-Don´t even think about those things, okay? We will get through this, we always do- He said and I titled my head in his direction. He cleaned one last tear with his thumb and kissed me reassuringly. - I love you and I promise I will never leave you.

-I love you too Freddie- I said and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug.

He lied. He lied. He lied. He lied. He lied. I feel someone touch my shoulder. I turn around and it is Fred. No, it is not Fred, it is George. His eyes are red and puffy. How could I not recognize him? He hugs me and I want to believe its Fred, but I can´t, because I still see him lying down, eyes closed. I turn my eyes to George and start looking for green specs on his brown eyes, but there aren´t any. Why aren´t there any green specs? Because he is not Fred. Could he be Fred? Could the body lying next to me belong to George?

Flashback.

-Hi, I am Fred, and this is my brother George, what’s your name? - One of the identical twins asked me after I invited them into my compartment on the train.

-I am Nina, nice to meet you- They both shook my hand and we spent the entire trip talking about Quidditch and what would await for us at Hogwarts. The rest of the day went as expected, the three of us being sorted into Gryffindor and high-fiving each other about it.

The next day I ran into Fred on my way to the dining hall- Hey Fred, how is it going?- I asked my seemingly new friend.

-How did you know I was Fred? Not even my mother can tell us apart sometimes- He asked me with a surprised look on his face.

-I just know, I guess. You are not that similar either way. - Over the following years, this became a very common question. How could I tell them apart? Molly, Ginny, Ron and even teachers had trouble knowing which twin was which but it had always been pretty obvious to me.

-Really, how can you tell us apart? I have always wondered- Fred asked me years later while we walked to Quidditch practice. We had a pretty difficult game against Hufflepuff coming up and the weather forecast seemed rather pessimistic.

-You really want to know? - I stopped walking and looked him dead in the eye. He nodded enthusiastically- You really really really want to know?

-Yes, I really really really want to know- He answered, tickling my stomach.

I grabbed his hands and pulled them away from my stomach.- It is everything. To me, you two are so different. It is how you feel, most than anything. How you look at me, how you touch me, how you talk to me. It is impossible to mistake you for George or the other way around. And it has always been, from that day on the train on you became so unique and special to my eyes I couldn´t help but tell you apart.

He stared at me for a few moments and then took my face in his hands, letting go of the broomstick he was previously holding and slammed his lips into mine with such force I let go of mine as well and held on to his shoulders. He kissed me passionately, without caring who might be lurking around, watching us.

-I am so fucking in love with you it is crazy- He told me, our foreheads pressed together and a smile plastered on both of our faces.

Of course, he wasn´t Fred, he didn´t feel like Fred. I will never feel that warmth again, I will never feel his arms wrapped tightly around my body. I can´t do it without him. This can´t be happening. I must be dreaming. All these thoughts rush through my head in a second. I look at George again. Everyone is either crying or screaming or in silence. This isn’t over yet, but I have nothing left to lose. It doesn´t matter anymore. Nothing matters, because Fred is lying next to me, with his eyes closed. And because George’s eyes are red and puffy. And because my throat is so sore I can´t even speak anymore. Nothing matters anymore because Fred is dead, and there is nothing me or George or bloody Harry Potter can do about it. He is dead. He is dead and he is not coming back like he promised he would.

Flashback

Everything was chaos. Walls crashing down, people running and screaming, curses being thrown from everywhere. The Deatheaters had managed to enter the castle and they outnumbered us. Fred, George and me were running away from a collapsing wall, shouting spells at any masked figure we came across.

-Fred, dad and Percy need help on the left wing of the castle.- George told his brother and started running towards his father. Fred, however, lingered a little longer.

-I’ll go help dad and Percy. You stay here and help keep an eye on the injured love, I’ll come back as soon as I am finished.- He started going after George but I grabbed his sleeve and made him turn around.

-Be careful babe, please. These fucking Deatheaters are a real pain in the ass- I told him and cupped his cheeks.

-A Deatheater is no match for me, love- He said smiling and kissed me softly. I stared at his eyes for a moment and let go of his sleeve. He turned around and started chasing after his brother.

-Hey Freddie!- I shouted and he looked back - I love you.

-I know, I love you too.- He said and went after his brother- Give them hell, love

I slightly laughed not knowing that would be the last time he would ever call me love, the last time he would ever kiss me and the last time I would ever feel truly alive.  

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