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Can you do a story where Jack tries to get with a girl through making cookies and pies but plot twist the pie is a love potion an d then they have some hot smutty shit go down Love ya

I opened this the day I got it and knew it was Curtis so no

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Can you do an imagine/smut where you think josh is in the shower and you go get in with him planning to do something if you know what I️ mean but it is really Joe who is in the shower and it is really embarrassing

Yo I’m actually hella down for this dude

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Request Announcement

hello hello all i have an announcement to make. so as you may or may not know my requests are p liberal in which you can request p much everything but that stops now. i dont really have fun with fluffy shit so its strictly smut. im sorry for those who enjoy fluff but i cant do it. i literally hate it with all my heart. so if you want a story its gonna have smut just not fluff lo siento no lo siento.

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Happy Hour~Jack Maynard

A/N: eyo more imagines this week wassup. this was requested idk how long ago sorry dood

     I polished some rocks and martini glasses quickly to keep up with the crowd. The club I bar tended at was unusually packed tonight and I didn’t have a single idea as to why. It’s not like it was some dive bar, but it wasn’t exactly a modern night club. It was a just your average bar, yet the usual manageable crowd were now an explosion of mostly women, some looked questionably younger than the legal age limit. I turned to my co-worker for some answers. “Steve,” I said, getting his attention. 

     “What’s up, (Y/N)?” he asked, irritation and exhaustion threaded in his voice.

     “Is there a specific reason we have such a large crowd tonight?”

     “Yeah. There’s some YouTube dude coming to perform. Popular with the ladies, if that wasn’t clear.” I huffed in disbelief. I had somewhat of a disdain for youtubers. In my mind, they were popular assholes that piqued in middle school. They displaced their unhealthy and immature attitudes into their shitty videos. Their “sketches” just highlighted the existence of rape culture and excessive toxic masculinity. “What’s his talent, then?” I asked Steve. “Pranks? Stand-up ‘comedy’?”

     “Singing, actually,” Steve answered, chuckling slightly at the latter question. “And I think he’s pretty good.”

     “Then I guess I have to take your word for it.” We continued to try to quench the mass crowd, but I knew they were thirsty for something else once the main act came out on stage. They rushed to the stage, screaming. My eyes widened at the behavior of these grown women. I was taken aback by how they were acting. This was just some guy, and they were all at least 18 from what I knew. Then he began to sing. The passion he put into the music, the strength in his voice. I felt almost hypnotized. “He is pretty good,” I spoke up after being distracted for so long. 

     “You in love?” Steve teased. I scrunched my nose and shook my head. “Not my type,” I said. “His voice is beautiful though.” I continued to watch his set in between the now occasional customer. Just like me, the people in the crowd were just as enchanted watching the performer. At the end of the set, he took a bow and smiled at the crowd. “Thank you, everyone!” he exclaimed through the mic. “My name is Conor Maynard, and that’s all time we have!” 

     “Conor Maynard,” I thought. “Gotta remember that.”

     “But, before I go, I’d like to thank my brother Jack for DJ-ing!” Conor then went to the back of the stage to bring his brother into the front hot lights. Once Jack stepped out from the shadows, the crowd went wild again and my jaw dropped. He was a lean hunk of man, and I wanted a nice, healthy bite. “Now you’re in love,” Steve chimed in, interrupting my dirty thoughts. I shot him a dirty look and an evil smirk. “You stay out of this!” I scolded him. “This is between me and my perverted mind!” He laughed at my response and handed a scantily clad girl a drink. He made some quick shots, placed them on a tray, and handed them off to me. “Well, I guess this is destiny,” he said, lifting the tray to refer to it. “Your stud and his clearly invisible brother ordered these. Go to the back room and deliver them.” I quickly yet carefully grabbed the tray and rushed to the back.

     I entered to find Jack holding a camera up and talking to it. “A youtuber,” I thought. “Not the best, but he’s cute enough to make up for it.” I knocked on the open door and smiled. “A little present from the club,” I said, placing the shots on the vanity. “Aww, hell yeah!” Conor cheered as he walked over to the tray. Conor’s cheer got the attention of his older brother. Jack came gliding over and gave me a smirk. “Thanks, love,” he said in a flirty tone. 

     “Anything for the greatest duo I’ve seen play here,” I replied coyly. 

     “Oh, stop,” Jack responded bashfully. “You’re probably just saying that.”

     “Maybe I am. Anything to get you to talk to little ol’ me.”

     “You don’t need to do much more to impress me.” We shared a longing expression. We were then interrupted by the sound of mock gagging. “For fuck’s sake, get a room!” Conor shrieked. Jack laughed and I went along with it, but I was a little startled. “Shall we get a room?” Jack asked.

     “I don’t know,” I said hesitantly. “I am on the clock.”

     “Eh, the crowd’s probably clearing out as we speak. They’ll be fine without you.” I just stood for a moment, then put my tray down. “What the hell,” I said with a shrug. Jack’s face lit up as I ushered him to the other dressing room across from the one in use. “But no funny business!” I scolded, wagging my finger at him. “I know your type all too well, Mr. Maynard.”

     “No promises,” he responded with a wink. I just shook my head as I was bursting internally. 

     We sat next to each other on the soft couch and talked. That’s all we really did. We talked until 3 in the morning when my coworker found us. “Alright you two!” he warned playfully. “I better be able to take a black light to that couch after you guys leave!” It was my turn to giggle at the niche humor and for Jack to laugh nervously. As we collected our things, we exchanged numbers, and I had never been happier to deliver shots to someone.

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Hi, I would love an imagine where the reader encounters Conor on a long train journey she’s taking for work. She doesn’t recognise him, but they hit it off. Turns out they’re both staying in the same hotel at their destination (Glasgow) and arrange to meet up late that evening in her room. Smut-a-plenty, if poss.

You’ve come for my specialty 😏 imagines will return it’s just I’ve been busy w work and life in general but I will take on the request

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Hi!!! Request of how Jack forgot Y/N's birthday but the rest of the buttercream gang remember?? Thanks!! xx

Yeah I remember. It's in my drafts rn I just need to finish it.

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do u ever feel so good about how u look that u wanna post a selfie on every social media but 1 u refuse to put ur face to your blog in case any of the boys find it and 2 no one would actually gaf so u kno how it goes

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hi !! request where y/n works in a bar and jack meets her there? xx

That sounds cute! Definitely

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Oh... Okay. I just wanted to know if you were going to do it :) Thank you

Of course yeah. I completely understand your concern. Just wanted to reassure you is all.

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Anon Update

hey so to continue my response to the anon from like 2 seconds ago I only have one request left that I need to fulfill and then I'm done?? With those requests anyway. So if y'all wanna request anything fill my inbox up. I encourage it.

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Hi, it's nice to see that your active again, I just wanted to ask if these oneshots your writing are the resquest you received before you went on a little hiatus, or if it's not requested, and if not, if you're going to be making that ones?! Thank you :)

The newest one wasn’t a request but the one before that was. I have to sort through and see which ones I have left, then I have to work with the prompt. While I wanna keep you guys happy, I don’t wanna feel forced to write something. Then it takes the fun out of what I’m doing. That’s why I left actually. I wasn’t feeling what you guys wanted me to write and I had to take a step back and do stuff that made me happy. But requested imagines and one shots are coming back, I just need to be in the mood. People are also welcome to continue requesting if they’d like.

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Of All People~Josh Pieters

A/N: wowza it hasn’t been a month and i’m posting again go me. i’ve seen josh has been highkey unrepped in imagines and i feel like he’d fit this prompt so ye here u go all u filthy josh pieters’ stans. btw this is kinda AU bc i have no idea if grant went to school w caspar and josh pls dont abuse my inbox w aggressive facts k thank u.

     For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been popular with my peers. Maybe because, for the most part, the popular people aren’t the ruthless satanists you see on TV. 99.9% of us are decent people. I’d like to think I’m a good person, at least. That being said, there are a certain few I’d have to associate with that represented our group poorly. They were all football players and they thought they were somewhat of demigods. There was always one specific group they would target as well. Those they considered beneath them. The theater kids.

     There were three specific people they would target: Caspar, Grant, and Josh. I felt so bad for them. They didn’t deserve the abuse in the slightest. They were such sweet, caring, witty guys, especially Josh. Watching Josh get made fun of was especially hard for me to see since I’ve always had a little crush on him. I never really noticed him until our drama class, but when I saw him, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. He was so passionate about acting and the art of theater. I got lost in his debates and rants while trying to defend his critiques and praises of certain pieces. He got so heated, and so did I. I had to admit, when he was in his element, he was pretty damn hot.

     I walked into drama to the usual scene: everyone in their individual groups mingling, then Jacobi and Martin, two of the football players, torturing Josh and Caspar. For some reason, I was not having it today. Maybe I had finally gotten sick of it, but I decided enough was enough. “Jacobi. Martin. Why don’t you just leave them alone?” I asked, exasperated.

     “Because it’s none of your fucking business, (Y/N),” Martin snapped back at me.

     “Yeah, since when are you gonna defend a bunch of losers?” Jacobi chimed in, his tone suggested he was hurt.

     “Since I realized they’ve done nothing to deserve your abuse!” I spat. Before the two idiots could finish their argument, our drama teacher came in and we took a seat. I decided to sit with Josh and Caspar. “Are you guys good?” I asked.

     “Yeah, we’re good,” Caspar responded. Josh did nothing but stare blankly. “Thank you for that.”

     “Of course,” I assured him. “You guys are way better than them anyway.”

     “Oh, trust me,” Caspar said. “We’re aware. They’re just insecure or whatever.” I laughed at his response and nodded. “They don’t even know the half of it,” I thought to myself. “Where’s Grant?” I asked. He would have come in by now, but he was nowhere to be found. “He stayed home for the day,” Caspar said. “He’s taking a personal day for video games and pizza. Lucky bastard.” I giggled at his response. Caspar and I talked for a bit while Josh just sat there. We were eventually hushed by our teacher.

     There was about a half hour left of the class when the teacher hit us with a curve ball. “Okay, class!” she announced while we read through West Side Story. “I have an assignment for you all. I understand the weekend is upon us, so I’ll be giving you a gift!” The class clapped and buzzed with excitement. “You will be doing a summary and synopsis of West Side Story with a partner that I am assigning to drive you out of your comfort zone!” she announced. The class groaned in harmony. There’s nothing worse than having to work with someone you barely talk to over your weekend when you could be doing literally anything else.

     She posted the list on the board right before the bell rang. We all shuffled over to see who we were stuck with. Once I saw who I was paired with, my heart fluttered. “(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)-----Josh Pieters”. I was with Josh. I had to contain my emotions, but I was more than excited. I finally had an excuse to talk to him. He was beginning to pack up when I approached him. “Hey, partner!” I said excitedly. He looked up from shoving his books in his bag and stared blankly again. “Oh,” he deadpanned. “Cool.” I shifted my weight, feeling disappointment set in. “He could be a little more excited,” I thought to myself. “How about we meet at my house later? I wanna get this out of the way so we can at least try to enjoy the weekend, you know?” He only nodded, then began to walk away. “Wait!” I yelled after him. He turned with the same blank expression on his face. “Gimme your phone.”

     “Why?” he asked cautiously.

     “So I can give you my number and address?”

     “Oh, yeah.” I typed my number in his phone then texted my address to myself so I could save his number. “Come by at five, okay?” I told him.

     “Yeah, okay,” he responded without a hint of emotion in his voice.

     Five o’ clock had rolled around, and there was no sign of Josh. I was about to be extremely upset, but, two minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I swung the door open to the tall ginger I’d been waiting for for so long. He gave an awkward smile and wave. “I’m here,” he said, a little more life in his voice.

     “Perfect!” I responded. “Just drop your bag in there.” I led him to the living room and plopped down on the couch. “C’mere,” I said, patting the seat right next to me. “I don’t bite, I promise.” He placed his bag in front of the cushion next to mine and sat down. His posture was rigid and he looked extremely stiff. “You can sit back,” I informed him. “I mean, we’ll be here for a bit.” He only nodded and slid back. “So,” he finally spoke up. “Where are your parents?”

     “On a business trip,” I told him and he nodded in response.

     “So you have the whole place to yourself?” he asked.

     “Yep! It’s pretty nice. I get to do whatever, whenever. I have it to myself for another week if you’d like to come back over.”

     “You know, I don’t need your pity!” he snapped. I was taken aback. I did nothing to deserve the tone he had, and I was fed up. “Now, listen here!” I snapped back. “I don’t pity you! I think you’re a very interesting and dynamic person that I’d like to get to know! I’m not trying to treat you like a charity case, I just think you’re cute, okay!?” I realized what I said once it left my mouth and I went bright red. We sat in silence for a bit when Josh broke it and asked, “You... You really think I-I’m cute? Like, not in a baby way?”

     “No, not in a baby way,” I responded with a giggle. “Like ‘someone I’d be interested in dating’ cute.” That’s when it happened. Josh grabbed my face and kissed me. His lips felt as soft as velvet. Everything happened so quickly. Before I knew it, I was straddling him and both our tops were gone. Our make out session was getting heated by the second, then Josh pulled away. I was upset to say the least. “I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered. I was awaiting rejection. “It’s just... you have no idea how often I’ve dreamed of this happening,” he said. “I never thought in a million years this would happen.”

     “I feel the same way,” I added breathlessly. His face broke out into a goofy smile and we continued to kiss passionately. I then stopped the fun to lead him to my room. We walked in and he immediately closed the door and pinned me to it. He kissed my jawline and neck sloppily, bounding my wrists together with his one giant hand, the other hand exploring my curves. I whimpered under his touch. “It’s always the quiet ones,” I thought. 

     “Have you done this before?” I asked him. He chuckled darkly. “Jacobi and Martin may think I’m a gay virgin, but they’ve never been more wrong,” he answered. With that, his free hand went to my soaking panties. “Excited, are we?” he asked excitedly.

     “Yes,” I responded breathlessly. He began to rub vigorously and I screamed in response. “That’s right,” he encouraged me. “Scream for me, babe.” I felt like I was about to burst from an orgasm when he stopped. I groaned in frustration and he smiled. “If you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be on my cock,” he growled. He then threw me on my bed and I giggled in delight. This was the best time I’ve ever had with a guy, and it was with nerdy, quiet Josh. I couldn’t have been happier. 

     He leaned his thighs on the edge of the bed and before my open legs. He dropped his pants and boxer briefs at the same time and held his hard cock in his hand. He slowly stroked his erection to the sight of me, and I couldn’t help but touch myself in response. “Fuck, (Y/N),” Josh groaned. “You’re so fucking hot. Who got you this fucking wet, huh?”

     “You did,” I whimpered in response.

     “Louder!” he yelled as he stroked himself vigorously.

     “YOU DID, JOSH!” I shrieked. He then stopped jerking himself off and climbed on the bed. He grabbed a condom from his pants on the floor and rolled it on. He sat down and pat his leg. “Sit on my lap, baby,” he commanded. I wasted no time and climbed on top of him. He lined himself up to my dripping pussy and rammed himself into me. We were in sync within seconds, pounding up and down at the same time. We groaned, moaned, and screamed as we pleasured each other. I came within what felt like seconds, and Josh followed shortly behind. 

     After we calmed down, I began to lay down as I thought it was over. Josh had other plans. “Lay on your stomach,” he told me. I followed his directions and lay on my stomach. “Now get on your knees so your ass is up in the air.” Once again, I did as I was told. I couldn’t see much as my face was somewhat in a pillow, but that’s when I felt him enter me again. I responded with a drawn out moan as he pounded me from behind. I felt all new sensations and did nothing but moan nonstop. We both came quickly from the position and because of how sensitive we were from our first round.

     He then collapsed next to me and brought me into his chest. “So,” he said, his o slightly drawn out. “Does this mean... like... are we a thing now?”

     “Do you want to be?” I asked in return.

     “I think you know my answer.”

     “Then yes.”

     “But what are people gonna say?” He had a point. I could hear it now. “Josh Pieters? Really? Of all people?” But I didn’t care. As long as I had him, nothing mattered.

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Midnight Adventures~Jack Maynard

A/N: she’s baaaaaack! hello hi errbody i’ve been inspired also it’s been like 2-3 months terribly sorry i’m just lazy and unmotivated. anyways this will combine 2 requests involving fluffy vaycay and proposal in front of the manhattan skyline hope you enjoy @ilikeitwhenyousleepforyouareso

     I tried to focus on driving but my boyfriend Jack was not having it. He started with the aux. “Nothing too crazy hard, okay?” I asked politely. “I’m trying to focus. New Jersey/New York traffic is hectic, especially when intertwined.”

     “Of course, darling,” he responded in a coy manner. He then proceeded to blare trap and house music with a beaming, teeth-y smile. I glared briefly, but couldn’t hold a straight face. While the music did bother me slightly, I knew it was in good humor. He then turned the music down and I was relieved. “He actually honored my wishes,” I thought to myself. That’s when he whipped his camera out and faced it on him. “Hey guys!” he greeted the lens. I rolled my eyes. “Of course he’s going to vlog while I try to focus,” I thought. I drowned him out for a bit as I tried to find our exit.

     As we got into Manhattan, Jack was making a montage for the video. “You know, you don’t need to film every little thing,” I told him. It’s not that I don’t support his career, I just wish he would put the camera down for a couple of hours. While there are many days he isn’t filming, I still wish it wasn’t as often from time to time. “Trust me, babe, today’s gonna be special,” he stated facing away from me.

     “And what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked suspiciously. I knew Jack long and well enough to know what that meant. He was planning something. The what I’m almost never sure of, but I know when something is going to happen. “I just have a feeling,” he replied with a suspicious tone. We finally found parking, then decided to see the sights. We saw a show, walked around the shops in Time Square, saw some of Jack’s fans. We explored all around the city, and it was truly an amazing time. As the night went on, Jack seemed to get increasingly nervous. We were eating at a restaurant when I noticed his leg shaking rapidly. “Are you okay, babe?” I asked.

     “Huh?” I asked in return, a little disoriented. “Oh... yeah. I’m good.”

     “... Okay,” I answered cautiously. As the sun was just beginning to set, Jack checked his phone. “Alright, c’mon,” he said, grabbing my arm. 

     “Where are we going?!” I asked, somewhat nervous.

     “You’ll see,” he responded with a sweet smile. We ran through the streets, pushing passed people. I thought at one point we would have gotten beat up from all of the people were pushing passed but we got out unscathed. We ran into a tall building and made a b-line to the elevator. It opened almost immediately and we ran inside. “What’s this all about?” I asked him as we sat in the elevator.

     “You’ll see!” he responded. After a few moments of waiting, the elevator dinged and we walked out onto an indoor balcony. The sun was setting along the Manhattan skyline and it was the most beautiful scene I had ever laid my eyes upon. “This is amazing,” I whispered to myself. I then heard Jack clear his throat. I turned to face him, but my eyes lowered to the sight of him on one knee. He turned, then had a red box in his hand. I began to tear up, unsure of how to process all of this. “(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), you have been my everything from the first moment I laid my eyes on you. I knew you were special from that first date. That red dress was, dare I say, fire.” I began to giggle from the cringey pun. “I hope to make you happy for as long as we both live. Will you marry me?”

     “Of course!” I practically shrieked. He shot up, brought me into his arms, and swung me around in celebration. He then brought out his camera for one more time. “She said yes!” he yelled into the lens. He turned to me with a big smile. “It’s a good thing I didn’t buy that champagne for nothing.”

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Throwback to my og profile pic 😂

Aww this was like 2015 Joe still loookin cute

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Update

hello hi I'm the worst but imagines are coming soon I promise love y'all k bye

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I'm gonna cry this is the nicest thing ever

So I have this friend

She’s amazing. She’s talented and smart and correct your sentences in 3 seconds. She’s also Hella beautiful and I’m talking before she puts on her bomb ass makeup and then she really takes over a room. She also got that ass that always bounces back. Maybe. I don’t know I’m not really an ass type of guy😅. Now Id like to say I’m not confessing my love because Naw. She cool but Naw we’d kill each other after 3 minutes if that happened and also I’m in happy loving relationship but I’d like to just appreciate one of my favorites. Now I’m gonna put a picture of Jack because he has nice face (her sister makes amazing soap and bath bombs and they make me smell fruity and nice)

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the fact that all the buttercreams play that tortured art hoe card makes me wanna fuck em even more??? like how???