Gred and Forge (Patreon)

I just want to start by saying how much I love you horny nerds. I've never drawn MMM before and I'd never even considered this pairing, but anything with the Weasley twins is a lot of fun. I actually really like it cropped as a square, but all my Send-A-Smuts are 5x7 so you get some sexy foot action. I've been playing with color overlays. This has a slight orange cast to it. Is orange sexy? We made pink sexy, can we make orange sexy? Well, the twins can at least!

Also, not to toot my own horn but TOOT TOOT MUTHERFUCKERS LOOK AT THAT FOOT! AI could never. Nothing teaches anatomy like drawing smut. We've also got a little foreskin action on George, as a treat.

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Tags: Twins | Free use

“Harry!” Fred smiles at Harry sitting upside down on the sofa with the latest Quidditch Weekly. He doesn’t bother to right himself. He’s the only one at The Burrow today. He smiles up at the twins looming above him. 

“Did you know –”

“That our daydream charms have a pesky little side effect –”

“Well, pesky is a rather unfair judgement, Gred.”

“Right you are, Forge. Useful, shall we say?”

“Telling. Quite telling, I’d say.” 

“When used by a particularly powerful wizard –”

“Or witch –”

“Wixen of any kind, really.”

“If they’re not occluding, the fantasy plays out in somewhat of a ghostly spector above them.”

“Like an, oh, what do you call it? The muggle movers?”

“Exactly, like a movie. And we can see everything.” 

“E-everything?” Harry chokes out, remembering the last few times he’s used the charms and didn’t bother to close the door. 

“Everything,” they answer in wicked unison. Harry sits up, face flaming. He’s never been more glad for his complexion. He’s sure his ears are on fire. 

“I - I,” he stammers. There’s no polite way to say ‘Sorry for using your brilliant products to fanticize about being your little cum-filled fuck toy, but I’m not actually all that sorry because I’ve never come so hard in my life, and even if you told me everyone could see, I probably wouldn’t stop because I am desprate to be sandwiched between you two, and I should probably think it’s weird that you’re twins but I caught a peak of your cocks once in the quidditch locker rooms and I haven’t stopped wanking about it since school.’ 

Perhaps it might fit on a sympathy card. 

“And we noticed,” Fred continues as if Harry isn’t praying the couch swallows him whole. 

“That you seem to be in a bit of a bind.”

“A bit desperate.”  

“And so, being the wonderful friends we are. We made you a little something.”

“A gift.”

“A deal,” George corrects and holds out a slim gold band. Harry can feel a series of enchantments in the metal.

“You put this on, and you’re ours –”

“What - what do you mean yours?” Harry manages to ask while trying his best to hide his erection in his grey cotton trousers. 

“You’re ours, however we want –”

“Anytime –”

“Anywhere –”

“Any desire. 

“B-both of you?”

“Both of us.” They nod in unison. 

“We share everything.” 

Fred’s grin is wicked. “Everything.”

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What enchantments do you think they put on the collar?