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nerdraging4point0 · 2 months

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Blood of Eden // Part Nine // Noah Sebastian AU Fic

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Rosa's eyes fluttered open to the large room, silent and dim, the shades on her large windows drawn to keep the light out. Her mind was still foggy from a deep and restful sleep - the first real rest she'd gotten in days.

Heavy snoring from her right caught her attention. Lying on his side in his white tank and black pajama pants was Noah, arms curled around the pillows, mouth slightly open as he slept peacefully. His chest rose and fell rhythmically with each deep breath, lost in a world of dreams. Rosa smiled softly at the sight, his features smooth and relaxed. She was always amazed at his ability to sleep through anything, even his own snoring. Her gaze shifted downwards and she attempted to slowly stretch her aching limbs, only to find her feet were trapped under a heavy weight. As she pushed to free them, the long body of fur resting over her ankles stirred. Oli grunted and curled off her legs to lay in a ball next to her feet.

Rosa reached down to gently pat Oli's head, his eyes blinking open sleepily at her touch before closing again with a content sigh.

She stretched her arms overhead and arched her back, feeling her joints pop satisfyingly as she moved. Pushing up from the soft mattress, Rosa drew her knees to her chest and gazed down at the two hunters still sleeping soundly in her bed. Their presence brought a small smile to her face despite the lingering exhaustion in her bones. Just a few days ago, a sudden illness had hit Rosa hard, slamming into her body like a freight train. The sweats and vomiting had been nearly constant, along with a bone-deep ache that permeated every muscle.

Despite drowsy memories from lack of proper sleep and fever, Rosa recalled how Maria-Oli's wife and mistress- visited daily, bringing mixtures of herbs and remedies that seemed to take the edge off the symptoms. Oli was always with her, settling onto the bed with Noah as Rosa napped. She was endlessly grateful for the relief those tonics provided, as she knew she'd likely still be lost in a hazy maze of pain without them. But now, after a full night's rest tucked between her devoted hunters, Rosa could feel her strength returning. She sighed softly, content to watch her companions sleep.

A low buzz comes from the drawer just to her left and at first she is confused before leaning over to pull the drawer of the nightstand open, inside is her phone, she forgot it had been in there. Opening the device the battery was running dangerously low, on the screen a group text came through that sent chills down her spine. "South lab. 4/8. 2 hours after dusk." Chavez was leading another strike on the labs again, Rosa felt a lump build in her throat. The message indicated plans for an attack, likely by Chavez and his band of rebels, on one of the mysterious research labs that had recently been built in the southern part of the city. While the labs claimed to be conducting medical research, rumors swirled that they were actually engaged in unethical experimentation. Chavez aimed to expose their secrets and shut them down, but Rosa knew the truth - that powerful ancient magicians were behind the lab, and that Chavez had no idea what he was up against. As one of the few people aware of the magicians and their dangerous capabilities, she was torn. She wanted to warn Chavez– to tell him that his planned attack would be futile and likely disastrous, but she had no idea how to explain the unexplainable. Who would believe that ancient magic was real, much less behind the labs? Her only options seemed to be staying silent or trying to subtly convince Chavez to call off the attack. But could she live with herself if she let him and his people walk into certain doom? The message on her phone had brought not just chills but an awful, impossible choice. Should she speak up and risk being seen as crazy? Or hold her tongue and allow the attack to go forward, almost certainly ending in tragedy?

The bedroom door opened slowly as Maria’s dark hair and soft face peered through the opening. Seeing Rosa awake she smiled her pearly white smile before stepping in, her strides across the room like a fairy running through the forest. She was wearing a simple pair of light wash jeans and a turtleneck tank, a golden chain hung around the soft knit collar of her shirt matching her watch and earrings. The casual outfit accentuated Maria's natural beauty and graceful movements. Though simple, the clothes seemed to flow around her as she glided across the room. Her smile lit up the space, radiating warmth and compassion. Rosa tucked her feet crossing them in front of her to give Maria room to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling dear?" Maria asked, taking Rosa's hands gently in her own. Her voice was melodic and caring. Rosa could see the concern in Maria's deep brown eyes. At the foot of the bed, Oli stood up from his resting place, stretching his legs and raising his haunches in the air as his jaw opened wide, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he yawned.

"Better, so much better," Rosa replied sincerely. Maria's visit was just what she needed to lift her spirits and make her feel cared for. Maria had a gift for brightening any space she entered. With her nurturing spirit and captivating grace, she brought light and comfort wherever she went.

Noah stirred from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open as he slowly took in his surroundings. With a gentle movement, he slid closer to Rosa, his weary head settling into the warmth of her lap. Rosa's fingers caressed the soft strands of his hair, letting the brown locks flow between them like a silken caress. Noah relaxed into her touch, the tension in his body dissipating.

“Could you boys offer us ladies a little privacy?” Maria's voice carried a hint of amusement as she turned over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling at Oli. Noah bristled slightly at the intrusion on their quiet moment, but Rosa just laughed, her melodic voice like tinkling bells. A playful smile crossed Oli's lips as he rolled his eyes and leapt off the bed. In an instant, the four-legged furry creature transformed into a tall man with shaggy hair. He leaned over the bed, his lips brushing against Maria's in a tender kiss before striding towards the door. A quick glance over his shoulder caught Noah's protest, but Oli ignored it with a mischievous grin. As Oli disappeared through the doorway, Noah settled back into Rosa's lap, comforted by the familiarity of her touch. Whatever adventures awaited them that day, he knew that with Rosa and now Maria too, he was exactly where he needed to be.

As the man's face leaned into her lap, growling defiance, vibrations coursed up her legs, igniting a familiar heat between her thighs. Days had passed since she had indulged in her desires with Jolly and Noah, and her body yearned for their touch once more. Yet, with a mix of resistance and longing, she lifted Noah's head, gently pushing him away. His eyes held a flicker of sadness at her apparent rejection. She understood his disappointment, feeling it herself, but knew this was not the right time or place. Though her body ached for more, she needed to exercise restraint. With a tender gesture, she reached out a hand, cupping his cheek and caressing the bones with her thumb.

“Just for a little while,” she whispered, her voice soothing.

"They always have been," Maria smiled, reaching into her back pocket. She pulled out a needle, hub, and a few gray iridescent top tubes. "I need a few samples from you, just to be sure the infection is gone."

Rosa nodded, extending her bare arm and turning her palm upwards for Maria to work. As Maria cleaned her skin and prepped her for the blood draw, Rosa started to talk to distract herself.

"How long have they been....around?" Rosa winced as the needle pierced her skin, the alcohol stinging as it absorbed into her bloodstream. She turned her gaze back to Maria as she carefully collected blood samples.

"Centuries, I think, the celestials created them in Egypt around the B.C. era," Maria said, her brows furrowed as she drew the blood, her voice unphased by the historical information.

"Egypt?" she asked curiously.

"Oh yes," Maria replied. "Our kind dates back a long time, to before the Magistrate ruled us. Legend says the Celestials created the hunters by entering the dimensional plane and fusing the essence of wild desert dogs with humans."

“So is that why hunters are so protective?” she inquired.

Maria's explanation revealed the deep, mystical bond between Celestials and their hunter companions that stretched back centuries. In ancient times, Celestials were otherworldly rulers who commanded great magic and power. From their lofty thrones, these ethereal monarchs desired loyal protectors - fierce warriors imbued with preternatural gifts that would fight and serve at their side. Thus, in the swirling sands of Ancient Egypt, an ingenious solution was found. The Celestials drew upon the arcane forces of the netherworld, combining select humans with rugged desert dogs to create an entirely new being: the hunter. These hunters exhibited the intelligence and loyalty of humans along with the strength, senses, and instincts of canines. Bound to the Celestials through an unbreakable metaphysical link, they became the perfect guardians. For centuries, the Celestials and their hunters lived in harmony. But over time, things began to change. The monarchs grew corrupt, drunk on power and magic. In 18th century England, the oppressed people could take no more and revolted. Led by the righteous magistrate, they overthrew the cruel Celestial rulers at last. With the monarchs defeated, their magic faded away, leaving the hunters as the last legacy of that ancient era. Though no longer ruled by Celestials, the hunters' devotion and kinship remained, continuing to the present day.

"What about the collars and..." She gestured to the lower half of her face.

"The muzzles?" Maria laughed as she pulled the needle from Rosa's arm, capped it for safety, and set the instruments down. "The collars originated with the Celestials. It was a bonding ritual where the hunters would take blood from their Master or Mistress to strengthen their bond. But the Magistrate said it's an outdated practice no longer needed." She settled into the bed resting on her hand as she leaned back casually picking at the invisible lint on the duvet.

"And the muzzles were introduced a few centuries ago by Magistrate Orion to increase compliance after a minor hunter uprising against cruel mages.” Rosa’s expression fell and she let out a gasp of surprise, Maria smiled taking her forearm and giving it a squeeze. “Don't worry - Jolly and I are kinder to our hunters than some. Noah and Oli are devoted, so long as we are all family you have nothing to fear."

Jolly pressed the 'Stop' button on the Tahoe, the engine falling silent in the vast emptiness of the parking garage. The abrupt lack of noise seemed to echo off the concrete pillars and low ceiling as Maria swung open the passenger door, the sharp clack of her heels marking each step as she exited onto the cold cement floor. Slinging a large black bag over her shoulder, Maria waited impatiently for Jolly to join her so they could make their way to the entrance of the south lab. Though he moved with purpose, Jolly's footsteps were muffled, his expensive Italian leather shoes making not a sound. As they approached the thick metal doors, Maria turned to Jolly, her face etched with concern. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked, digging through her cavernous bag to locate the two vials of Rosa's blood she had been entrusted with that morning. "I thought your family was big on blood supremacy. Don't you have some arranged marriage waiting for you back home?"

Jolly rolled his eyes as his best friend teased him about his family's tradition of arranged marriages between high ranking mages. Though it was expected that Jolly would one day marry another mage from an esteemed magical bloodline to keep the generations of power strong, he had never put much thought into it himself. Marriage seemed a distant concept, not something the carefree young mage had concerned himself with. He was content with his studies and adventures with friends, no interest in settling down yet.

“A blood test does not make or break how I see her. Rosa is still part of mine and Noah’s life, regardless of her status.” The two rode in the elevator to the fifth floor, following the sterile and bright winding corridors till they reached Reader’s office. Mark was sitting on his stool bent over a microscope with his white lab coat on, humming to himself as he adjusted the dials looking at whatever specimen was in front of him.

“Mark, darling, can we bother you?" Maria smiled as she set her bag down on Mark's meticulously organized work station, disrupting the precise layout he had carefully curated. Mark's eyes caught sight of the bag infringing on his space, and Jolly saw him chew on his lip as he struggled to maintain composure, his attention going back to his work.

"Being you called me this morning and asked to come by around 3 pm and it is now," he glanced at the watch on his left wrist, "2:58, I'd say it's not exactly a bother." He smiled at his own sarcasm as he slid away from his microscope to look both of them better in the eyes. "You did say it was interesting, what can I help you with?"

“It’s off the books my friend, and I need the results now.” Mark's eyes lit up with excitement as Jolly handed him the two vials of coagulated blood. Though technically against protocol, the prospect of examining mysterious new samples thrilled him. As a microbiologist working for a private research firm, Mark relished these "off the books" opportunities to explore the unknown.

With childlike eagerness, Mark spun around in his chair, the wheels squeaking against the polished linoleum floor. He grabbed a pair of powder blue latex gloves from the box hanging on the wall and snapped them on with a satisfying pop. Mark's workspace was meticulously organized, with tiny beakers, large droppers, microscope slides, and various chemical solutions all lined up and labeled. He quickly gathered the tools he would need, his focused gaze carefully selecting each item.

Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the lab, Mark's eyes narrowed in concentration behind his glasses as he began to examine the samples Jolly had brought him. He worked steadily and methodically, yet with an enthusiasm reserved for life's true passions. Mark added droplets of different reagents to the blood, watching intently for any reactions. He slid sample after sample under his microscope lens, adjusting the focus to reveal a hidden microscopic world. His curiosity was insatiable, driving him to probe deeper and deeper into the unknown properties of the specimens before him. Though the work was tedious, Mark was energized, feeling truly alive while caught up in the thrall of scientific discovery.

As Jolly and Maria waited with bated breath, they watched Mark's reactions closely with each new slide he placed under the microscope. A crease between his eyebrows grew deeper and more pronounced each time he peered into the eyepiece. Mark leaned back in his seat, humming thoughtfully to himself before going to a cabinet and digging deep into the back for another solution. With meticulous care, he prepared another sample on a fresh glass slide.

"Well, this IS interesting," he mused, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"What is it?" Jolly asked eagerly, leaning forward in anticipation.

Mark simply moved aside, leaving the scope open for Jolly to take a look himself. But before he could, Maria pushed past him impatiently to see for herself first. She swept her long hair back from her eyes as she peered down the lens of the microscope intently. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sight that met her eyes.

"It can't be," she breathed in disbelief, hands trembling slightly.

"But it is," Mark assured them gravely, a knowing glint in his eye. The two exchanged an awed look, scarcely believing the unexpected discovery Mark had made under the microscope.

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capricornlevi · 1 year

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tags: kishibe x devil hunter reader, smut, not an iota of plot here lmao, dom reader sub kishibe, edging, blowjobs, just the tip, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina wc: ~1200

NSFW 18+ MDNI !!! Minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked

Kishibe is all talk.

For months now he’s been quietly and consistently flirtatious with you – slipping in a teasing comment here and there when you’re working a mission together, going out of his way to give you little compliments, letting his eyes wander when he thinks you don’t notice.

He talks a big game and so you had no issue reciprocating with comments of your own. He seems to take it as a challenge; his eyes heavy-lidded as you brazenly flirt with him in front of your colleagues, trying to one-up his efforts with salacious words of your own. It’s fun – harmless, casual fun that you don’t put much thought into because you’re waiting for the moment he’s ready to give you what you need.

You know men like him. Men like him always pretend they’re in charge, bragging about their experience, their expertise and their talents (both in bed and in general).

But when it comes down to it, you’re certain that he’ll be completely and utterly at your mercy, and that he’ll enjoy every minute of it.

You’re not quite sure how you know this, but something about his demeanour convinced you of it - the look in his eye, the way he worries his lip between his teeth when he flirts - it all points towards the fact that he has absolutely no intention of being the one in control.

And when things finally come to a head after a late night spent alone in headquarters, you’re not one bit surprised to discover that your assumptions were correct.

Oh, how you love to be right.

The room is quiet, save for the slick sounds of your mouth wrapped around Kishibe’s cock and the desperate whispers spilling from his lips.

This battered old settee in an empty office isn’t the ideal location for what you have planned, but it’s better than nothing. Once you’d kissed him and felt his hands all over you, so gentle and beseeching in their touch, you knew this evening would only end in one way. You’re nothing if not adaptable, after all.

“Ahhh … ahh, f-fuck,” he chokes out, his voice still low and gravelly in contrast to the pleading nature of his words. You can’t suppress a chuckle and the vibration makes him shudder, his thick thighs shaking next to your head as he resists the urge to buck his hips up into the wet heat enveloping him. “Ho-oly shit, fuck …”

You almost feel a little guilty.

Almost.

You’ve been working him like this for close to a half-hour, and it shows; his chest rises and falls erratically as he draws in some ragged breaths, his length is so hard in your hand that you’re sure it almost hurts, precum bubbling at the tip, and a thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead from the effort he’s put into holding himself back.

You release him with a pop as you survey your work with pride, your lips swollen from the attention you’ve been paying to the head of his cock. You take him in your hand so as not to completely remove all sensation, and his eyes squeeze shut as the wave of pleasure washes over him.

Fuck, he looks good like this. He’s perfect, and you’re so glad you didn’t fall for his false bravado. This dynamic works far better for you both.

“Nearly ready?” you tease, a particularly firm downward stroke wringing a groan from him. He leaks into your palm and so you slow your movements ever-so-slightly, not wanting to push him over the edge just yet.

“Y-yes,” he says, swallowing thickly once he gets the word out.

His hands are balled into fists at his sides, the knuckles white, and you know that it’s so he doesn’t try to fist them in your hair.

He had attempted it earlier, only to be scolded about the importance of doing what you say and if he disobeys, it’ll mean another twenty minutes of prolonged teasing – he heeded your words without any objection. His hands have been out of your way ever since.

“Yes, what?” you ask, gentler now.

A moan catches in his throat. “Fuck, yes, please.”

You grin. Truth be told, you don’t feel like denying him (or yourself) for much longer; you’ve felt empty between your legs since you started. You’re curious to know what he’ll feel like inside you.

You shift into his lap, ready to lower yourself down on his length. You get into position and grind against him, letting yourself enjoy the results of your hard work.

However, you seem to have done too good a job.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he mutters, eyes flying open in shock. The tip has barely pushed inside you and he’s crying out, muscles tensing and hips moving with stuttering motions. His mouth drops open with a whimpering gasp. His eyes bore into yours, all full of desperation, shame and pleasure, and he surrenders completely.

The release seems to hit him all at once and from the look on his face, he really wasn’t expecting it – neither were you, but you don’t mind too much. It’s a sign of a job well done and honestly, it’s a little satisfying to see him come apart at just a single touch.

“Ahh, I’m - I’m sorry,” he groans into your shoulder once his climax has ebbed away, still throbbing as his hands start to paw your hips, “sorry, I’m s-sorry, shit.”

You lift a hand to stroke through his hair. “It’s okay,” you soothe, feeling him shake underneath you as the aftershocks wrack through him. He’s still so sensitive, even now. You think about how nice he’ll look when overstimulated, quivering and trembling underneath you, wincing from the sensation but begging for more at the same time. “Don’t be sorry, you did so well.”

He pulls his head back, brows pulled together in confusion. “But I didn’t get to-”

You silence him with a kiss, hot and slow. He groans into your open mouth and you feel him pulsing against your folds.

Thinking about everything you want to do next … you can feel more heat start to collect in your core. You take his hand and slowly bring it between your legs, letting him feel where you’re still joined. Eager to please, he starts stroking your clit with his thumb. You’re so wet - both from his release and your arousal - and so it’s an easy slide when he starts to play with you. Your body somehow tenses and melts at the same time but you keep your face as impassive as possible, tugging his lower lip between your teeth, smirking as you feel his shallow thrusts start to pick up again.

You swallow his moans with a kiss.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper, not fully pulling back from his lips, “we have all night.”

His thrusts get deeper, smoother. He tilts his head to look at you, to read your expression and to make sure he’s pleasing you – you nod with a satisfied smile. The flush deepens on his already-reddened cheekbones; his pupils are so blown out they’re almost black. He grins, finally, so pleased at the meagre praise you’re giving him.

He’s doing so, so good.

And you can’t wait to see how he responds to the rest of the praise you have to give.

#kishibe x reader #kishibe x you #i was in a writers block so yknow what that meant #more kishibe #this isn't the 'i have a memory' sequel btw #it's just gratuitous smut #so embarrassing pls dont look right at me #but yea!#minors/ageless blogs if you interact u will be hard blocked

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windhamsrotunda · 10 months

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Shar's Updated Writing Pinned Post (8/9/23)

! Please note that I unfortunately no longer take requests as of right now !

(this list is going to be updated every so often)

Who I write / planning on writing for:

WWE:

Edge

Roman Reigns

James Drake (Schism)

Nathan Frazer (NXT)

Jimmy Uso

Jey Uso

Madcap Moss

Solo Sikoa

AEW:

Christian Cage

"Jungle Boy" Jack Perry

Alex Reynolds (dark order)

John Silver (dark order)

Wardlow

Erick Redbeard

Adam Cole

"Hangman" Adam Page

Music | Misc:

Oli Sykes (Bring Me The Horizon)

Matt Kean (Bring Me The Horizon)

Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy)

Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance)

Ray Toro (My Chemical Romance)

Jamie Campbell Bower

Sam Bower

Chris Motionless (Motionless in White)

Vinny Mauro (Motionless in White)

Noah Sebastian (Bad Omens)

Kellin Quinn (Sleeping With Sirens)

What I write about:

Fluff, Angst, and Smut.

18+ Content (this is an 18+ only blog)

Male x Female! Reader one shots

Female x Female! Reader one shots (trying to get back into it, but will only write fluff and angst)

Links to some of my fics {mostly smut!}:

Edge & Christian (smut)

Heel!Edge (NSFW Alphabet)

Christian Cage (daddy issues)

Oli Sykes (NSFW alphabet)

Oli Sykes (smut fic)

Roman Reigns (smut)

Roman Reigns (smut 2)

Roman Reigns (smut 3)

Roman Reigns (smut 4)

Chris Motionless (car rides at midnight with Chris)

Chris Motionless (with those angel eyes)

Patrick Stump (fluff fic)

Wardlow (smut ficlet)

Wardlow (he's kinda hot though)

James Drake (Jagger Reid) Smut

#windhamsrotunda #shars masterlist #edge wwe #roman reigns #bray wyatt #christian cage #oli sykes #michael wardlow #wardlow #patrick stump #multi fandom #wwe #aew #fanfiction writer #fic writer #shars updated masterslist #smut #chris motionless

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imagineabuttercream · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

Sleepy Jack & His Hair

HEADACHES (JOSH PIETERS X READER)

Josh's White Deep V Tee (Josh x Reader)

Oli White's Secret

Birthday Boy (Conor x Reader)

CAMPING (JOSH X READER) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Meeting Anna (Conor x Reader)

I'll Be Your Date - (Josh x reader) 1 2 3

Never have I ever had a threesome (Jack x Joe x Reader Smut) 1 2 3 4 5

"I have a daughter." (Mikey x Reader)

Conor's Blanket Burrito (Conor x Reader)

Prank Gone Wrong (Jack x Reader)

Dear Best Friend (Josh x Reader) [Letters]

Joe's Internet Friend (Sugg x Reader)

Welcome Home (Jack x Reader) [smut] 1 2

Distracting Josh (Josh Pieters x Reader)

Your Brain Freeze Secret (Caspar Lee x Reader)

Wisdom Teeth (Josh x Reader)

Surprise Visit (Josh Pieters x Reader)

I Told You (Conor x Reader)

Jump Scares (Joe x Reader)

TWISTER TRYST (Oli x Reader)

The Little Spoon (Josh Pieters x Reader)

Pink Cake (Jack x Reader)

This Is My Version (Conor x Reader)

Luggage & Tattoos (Josh x Reader) [smut]

Happy Birthday (Josh x Reader)

My Wife (Conor x Reader)

Cheat Day (Jack x Reader)

Can I Watch? (Joe Sugg x Reader) [smut]

Nightmares (Josh Pieters x Reader)

Bubble Gum (Joe x Reader)

Covers With Conor (Josh x Reader)

#conor maynard #josh pieters #joe sugg #jack maynard #caspar lee #oli white #mikey pearce #the buttercream gang

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ao3feed-larry · 11 months

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king of my heart

by wildestdreams

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realising that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.”

Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

or A Red, White, and Royal Blue AU where Hollywood elite, Louis Tomlinson, finds himself falling for the closeted Prince of England.

Words: 6042, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Original Male Character(s), Florence Pugh, Jay Tomlinson, Original Tomlinson Character(s), Anne Cox, Des Styles, Lottie Tomlinson, Oli Wright, Emma Corrin

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Actors, Alternate Universe - Hollywood, Inspired by Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Friends to Lovers, Bottom Louis Tomlinson, Top Harry Styles, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Famous Harry Styles, Famous Louis Tomlinson, Past Louis Tomlinson/Original Male Character(s), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Closeted Character, Coming Out, Forced Outing, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Humor, Drunken Flirting, Red White & Royal Blue References

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/ZpULy9W

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #king of my heart #<p>by <a rel= href="/users/wilde

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auwuli · 1 year

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15 questions, 15 people

tagged by @infinite-orangepeel, thanks friend!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Well yes, sort of. I'm Olivia and Olivier was the name of my mother's youngest brother. He died in his twenties and I never got the chance to meet him. But it wasn't the only reason I was named Olivia. I think? But now I go by Oli. Depressing story right from the start, sorry. But it's okay!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like... 20 minutes ago? I just started reading Hey There Baby, I could Use Just a Little Help by Go_to_sleep_baby on ao3 (this right here), and got overwhelmed by Steve's awkwardness toward his own vulnerability, and his harsh self-hatred. I have easy tears, but it's a really pretty fic! What can I say?! GO READ IT.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. I don't want kids right now. But I would like to have some one day, maybe adopting. Give a home to kids that doesn't have one, I like this idea.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Naaawrrrr, never. How would I do such a thing with a brain so tiny, so small? 🤏

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

If I can be myself around them and/or if I can like them. I live in an area where there isn't a lot of alt people (i have blue hair, lots of piercings and tattoos and I am either looking like a gremlin who saw the sun for the last time in march 2007, a scary punk or a dumb pink bimbo), so I know exactly how an interaction would go the second they look in my direction. I call this ✨ trauma ✨ and I think it's beautiful.

6. What's your eye color?

The color of the female rage

Dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

If I'm sick or sad, happy endings. Otherwise it's scary movies everyday baby! (it's not, i am sick and sad most of the time)

8. Any special talents?

The talent to throw myself in shitty situation. I see problems and go "yeeeess, homie." And I am tired of myself.

9. Where were you born?

Somewhere not too far from Paris, France (hence my poor english most of the time)

10. What are your hobbies?

I change hobbies like I change moods! But I can organize them in 3 categories.

Music: Playing guitar, piano, I listen to 5 or 6 new albums a day, I'm a music freak and I scare myself sometimes, ask me recs and I'll loose my mind.

Reading and Writing: I eat books and breathe fanfictions, I write smut I never let anyone read and drepressing shit I let too many people read because I have shame and no shame at the same time.

DIY: I like to make things.

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes I do, I have 3 cats! Two black cats and a grey and white one. The grey one, Myr, have bad anxiety. He's my soulmate, my dæmon, he's me but in cat form and he's currently the most annoying pain in my ass. I would die for each one of them.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I don't really like to exercise, but I did ballet for almost 10 years! And that my friend, is something you would not expect of me if you knew me irl.

13. How tall are you?

1m56, it's like 5'1..? I only know the metric system sorry! But I'm short and fierce!

14. Favorite subject in school?

French and English, and in uni it was social psychology and classical letters.

15. Dream job?

Stay at home parent?! No, author obviously! Or music critic or something like that.

taglist : do it if you see this and want to because I'm feeling extra anxious and awkward today... so no tag sowwy.

#late but here i am #henlo frens it's me Oli

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elsehuggs · 6 years

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EVIE MARCER IS SO GORGEOUS LIKE JUST LOOK AT HER

#buttercream squad #buttercreams #buttercream gang #youtuber #youtube #youtuber imagine #girlfriend oli white #oli white smut #oli white evie #oli white imagine #conor maynard imagine #jack maynard imagine #joe sugg imagines #josh pieters

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maynardtrash · 7 years

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The List~Oli White

A/N: ya girl’s back and better than ever bc i moved and now im p settled minus the fact that some of my stuff is back at my old place but i have a bed food and wifi and thats all that matters. btw this is sort of different from my usual writing style so i hope you guys like it especially the person who requested it

Jack, Connor, Josh, and Oli were making the usual challenge video. This time it was a good old game of Would You Rather. As they played, Oli had revealed he had never met up with a girl he matched with on Tinder. When he said this, the cogs in Conor’s head began to turn. Never a good idea. As time went on, Conor compiled a list of things Oli did not drink to.

After filming, Conor went to his brother, Jack. He smirked, and Jack’s eye widened. “What’s up?” Jack asked suspiciously.

“I think Oli needs our help.” Though the brothers were a year apart, they had a type of twin telepathy. Jack’s eyes immediately lit up. As the night went on, the boys came up with a plan. Oli was an especially trusting friend, a little too trusting at times. Unfortunately he was so trusting all of his friends knew his passcode. When Oli was busy in his kitchen, Jack and Conor went to work. They went through his matches, trying to find the perfect girl.

“What about her?” Conor asked as his brother searched through.

“This one?” Jack asked. “(Y/N)? Yeah she’s cute. Good job, funny bio. Yeah let’s message her.” They went to work, somewhat catfishing her. But they got to their goal. They set up a date with her at a local cafe that Friday. “Now how do we get Oli there?” Jack asked.

Oli’s POV

I continued to switch my attention from my phone to the door. “They should have been here by now,” I thought. I was supposed to meet up with Jack and Conor fifteen minutes ago. Then I saw a familiar stranger. I had matched with her on Tinder about a week ago, but I was too nervous to say anything. She looked around the room, then her eyes settled on me. Her face lit up and she waved in my direction. I looked around, making sure she was waving to me, confirmed it, then waved back. She began to approach my table, and I approached an anxiety attack. I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t know I’d see any of my Tinder matches here, let alone her. I normally like my Tinder matches like my nuclear explosions: the farther away, the safer I feel.

“Oli!” she exclaimed. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“Uh, yeah...” I replied, still very confused. “You too.”

“After not starting a conversation, I was worried we would never speak.”

“Pardon?”

“Are we not having a lunch date today? I normally come into this cafe on my break so I may have gotten the dates confused. If so, I’m terribly sorry.”

“No, it’s fine! I was just waiting for-” I began to say, when everything clicked. I wasn’t here to have lunch with Jack and Conor. I was there for her. Those bellends. “I was just waiting for you. You were a little late and I began to worry.”

“Oh gosh! You’re right! I’m so sorry I got caught up in my work. Let me make it up to you with a chocolate pastry? They’re amazing here.” As we talked, early afternoon bled into afternoon, which bled into evening. Before we knew it we were getting kicked out since it was closing time. She was truly amazing. Everything she said and did was so animated. So bright and fun. She lit up a room with her personality and smile. She attracted attention without trying, but in the best way possible. She was a beautiful human, inside and out.

*Two months later*

(Y/N)’s POV

Tonight was like any other. After work, I was going to my boyfriend Oli’s place. Except tonight I had a fun game in mind. It didn’t take long for me to get introduced into Oli’s life, and same with him. We introduced each other to our friend groups and family, and we got along with everyone. A few weeks ago, I was left alone with his friends Jack and Conor. I was told they were mischievous, but I hadn’t realized until I found out about the list. I also learned that I was a check mark on it.

Now, normally this is part of the story or movie plot where the girl gets mad and she just can’t believe she was duped and she was nothing more than a challenge. But I wasn’t mad, I was intrigued. I wanted to know more. This is what led to Jack, Conor, and I to get Oli very drunk and him waking up in a parking lot with nothing but his underwear and phone that miraculously was not stolen. Now came another time to check off another item: getting called out for having a boner in public.

The buttercreams and I were going out to eat and grab some cocktails. This was my time to shine. We entered Wagamama and made our way to a table. I made sure I was right next to Oli and I had Jack or Conor sitting on the other side. God forbid another one of the boys sat next to him and saw what I was doing. We were also conveniently in the corner so there was no added embarrassment from any other stranger. As we began to peruse the menu, I rested a reassuring hand on Oli’s hand. He smiled, placing his hand on top of mine. I almost felt bad as he had no idea, but the prospect was too exciting.

A couple of minutes later, my hand began to wander. “(Y/N),” Oli muttered. “Please.” I only gave an innocent tilt of the head and asked, “Are you alright?” He glared, but did nothing. I continued to do my work, just subtly enough to not raise suspicion in the rest of the boys. A tent began to pitch and I was like a giddy school girl. Though it sounds sadistic, the more he squirmed, the happier I was. When he was completely upright, I stopped. He clearly groaned in frustration when Caspar looked over. “Is everything alright, buddy?” he asked, genuinely concerned. Josh, who was two seats away, looked over and began to laugh. “No, everything is not alright!” he chimed in through his chuckling. “He’s at full chub!”

The boys began to look over and laugh as they saw Oli’s situation. I beamed with pride at my accomplishment. “Check,” I said, giving Conor and Jack a high five. “You were in on this with them?!” Oli asked, slightly upset and angry. I shrugged in response. “Sorry, babe.”

The night came to end, and Oli and I drove back to his place in silence. He was clearly upset, and I was too stubborn to apologize. We got into his apartment, and, as I thought he was about to start an argument, he slammed me against the wall and began to kiss me passionately. He immediately started to rub me through my pants, still pinning me to the wall. Without saying a word, he took me to his room and we continue to make out on his bed. We teased each other through our clothes, then removed them quickly. Before I knew it, Oli was on top of me, ready to thrust himself into me. I nodded, giving him consent, and he began to slowly push himself in and out of me. He quickened his pace over time, and we were both moaning each other’s names into the night. He came quickly, then pulled out.

I whimpered at the lose of friction, but Oli quickly began to rub my clit rapidly. I came quickly as well, and Oli collapsed back from exhaustion. “Thank you,” he said after catching his breath.

“Anytime,” I replied with a wink.

#Oli White #oli white fanfiction #oli white smut #oli white fluff #oli white imagines #conor maynard imagine #conor maynard fanfiction #jack maynard imagine #jack maynard fanfiction #buttercream squad #buttercream smut #buttercream imagine #public teasing #buttercream gang

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buttercreamscenes · 7 years

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Roommate Rendezvous - Oli White

Request: Can you do a sexier scene with Oli since there's not as much of that out there? It can be any plot

Smut: Mild

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: One little request of my own, guys: if you request an imagine, can you please have some sort of plot with it. ANY direction to go in would help a ton! Thank you :)

Masterlist

“God, I can’t...Oli! Can you help please?” You called to your roommate.

You and Oli had been sharing an apartment since the beginning of the year. You had recently moved to London and needed a place to stay so you called Oli and asked if he needed a roommate for a little while. You were currently looking for another place to live but you were being pretty slow with it since you actually really liked living with Oli.

“I never thought I would ever be helping you with your dress.” He said, zipping the back of your dress up.

You two knew each other previously from high school and you weren’t exactly the best of friends. You two argued more than you got along but a couple of years afterwards, you met again in the club and reconnected. You realized you grew up and so did he so your perceptions of each other changed and you were now closer than ever.

“I mean, the mean girl and the nerd...wow.”

“Oh shut up.”

Yeah, you weren’t the nicest person in school and usually bullied Oli more than you should have but you were a different person now. But that doesn’t distract from the fact that it was definitely a weird friendship.

“Well,” Oli said, spinning you around. “You look nice.”

“So do you.” You said, fixing his shirt.

You, Oli and the boys were heading out for the night and the club you were going to was definitely one that you needed to dress up for. So you put on your best dress, nicest shoes and headed out the door. The night went well and drinks were definitely passed around so when you and Oli arrived home later that night, the alcohol was still flowing between you two. You headed towards the fridge, grabbed two beers and handed one to Oli as he pressed play on his phone. The music flowed through the apartment and you couldn’t help but want to dance and that’s exactly what you did. You grabbed Oli and wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to keep the beer from touching him to avoid the shivers. His hands found your waist and you were now chest to chest.

“The prom dance I never got.” You said to him, thinking about that night. You were so mean to him in high school that you knew he would never ask you to dance but that didn’t stop you from hoping he would.

As you two danced to the music, you were shocked when Oli brought his face closer to yours. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong.” He whispered against your lips.

You smiled as you closed the gap between your lips and his. The kiss was soft and gentle and you didn’t think it would lead to more but you were wrong. Oli walked you back towards the couch, placing his beer down and taking yours from you, placing it beside his. He laid you down before climbing on top of you and deepening the kiss. His hands found the back of your dress and unzipped the zipper, sliding it down your body. You began unbuttoning his shirt but his lips never left yours until every piece of clothing between you two was gone.

“The prom night I never got.” He whispered against your neck as his hands travelled along your body. You let out a laugh but it soon turned to a moan when things escalated.

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buttercreamsmut-blog · 7 years

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Interrupted : Joe Sugg Smut

(requested) - changed it a little oops

“Oh my god, I frickin love this one!” Zoe said excitedly as Harry Potter and the goblet of fire began to play on the TV.

You and your boyfriend Joe were staying with Zoe and Alfie for a few nights at their house. It had been a while since you had seen them so it was quite nice to catch up and spend some time with them.

However, Alfie was out late with Sean and Dave as they were working on a van, turning it into a campervan or something. So you and Zoe had decided to have a girly night and watch some films, of course you both had popped out to M&S beforehand to get some snacks. Joe left you both to it as he had some editing to do, so Zoe had run him a bath and he was upstairs editing in the spare room – where you and Joe were staying.

“I always found this one really scary though.” You said to Zoe, pulling the blanket closer to your body.

“Yeah, if you think about it these films are actually quite scary.” Zoe pointed out.

“I mean… If I get scared watching them then I can imagine lots of other people do.”

Time went by as you and Zoe watched the film. Nala was asleep next to Zoe on the sofa and Alfie still wasn’t back yet. You checked the time.

“How is it half 11 already?” You said, not quite believing how fast the time has gone.

When there was no reply, you looked over at Zoe to find her fast asleep on the sofa. Typical.

You watched about 15 minutes more of the Harry Potter film before your phone buzzed. It was Joe.

‘What you doing? X’

You didn’t reply, the film was almost over so you would go up and see him soon. About 2 minutes later your phone buzzed again.

‘Y/N xx’

Joe hardly ever put kisses in texts unless he was missing you or in a loving mood.

‘Yes?’

‘Come to bed x’

This made you smile. You were feeling quite tired and would love nothing more right now than to go and see your boyfriend. The film was almost over so you decided to head up. You thought about waking Zoe, but decided against it as she’d probably wake up soon or Alfie will wake her when he gets home.

You folded the blanket you were using and placed it on the edge of the sofa. You silently walked out of the living and through the kitchen. You got up the first flight of stairs and opened the door to the spare room, revealing a half naked Joe in his boxers laying beside his laptop on the bed.

“Finally!” He smiled up at you, placing his laptop on the floor and stretching his arms out to you.

“How’s editing going?” You asked, shutting the door and moving over to him.

“Fine, but I missed you.” He pouted and pulled you by your wrists so you got onto the bed next to him.

“Aw babe. I missed you.” You replied, even though you were only apart for 2 hours or so and you were just downstairs.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his body, you wrapped your arms around his exposed waist.

“Joe!” You laughed when you felt something hard poke into your leg.

“I know, I really need you right now.” He told you truthfully.

“Well we’re in your sisters house so I don’t think so babe.” You laughed, getting up off the bed and into the en suite bathroom to brush your teeth.

“Fuck sake.” You heard Joe sigh as you walked away from him.

However, when you were almost done brushing your teeth you heard a light moan. Was he really doing this right now?

“Y/N.” You heard your boyfriend moan out. Even though you had just told him you wouldn’t do this with him here, you couldn’t help but feel very aroused at the thought of Joe touching himself to the thought of you.

You walked back into the bedroom and switched off the bathroom light. Joe was sat up, leaning against the head board with a hand wrapped around himself. His boxers were now on the floor. Even though this was the last situation that you would like to be in, you couldn’t deny that the sight in front of you made you weak at the knees. Joe’s eyes were drooping from the pleasure he was giving himself. His eyes never left you as he pumped his length at a steady pace.

“Please.” He whimpered.

That was all it took for you slip off your pyjamas and leave them on the floor at the end of the bed. Joe watched you the whole time you were getting undressed, and when you were finally fully naked, he picked up the pace of his hand movements.

“Can you honestly not wait?” You laughed, climbing onto the bed once again.

“I’m so fucking horny.” He groaned, finally moving from his position so that he could lean forward and press his lips against yours.

Lips still attached, Joe flipped you around so now your back was against the mattress and he was hovering over your exposed body.

Your hands went to Joe’s chest, feeling up and down his toned stomach. This was one of your favourite things about Joe – his abs were so defined and you loved it. One of his hands went next to your head to hold himself up, and the other went to the head board of the bed.

You broke the kiss and stared up at Joe with a smirk. He sent you a confused look.

“What?” He asked.

“I just really love you.”

“Well, Y/N, I love you so much more,” He smiled, kissing you again. “But we’ve got to be quiet.”

Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you. You had to hold yourself back from letting out a moan. You were so used to having sex with Joe at home and making as much nose as you wanted, when you had sex somewhere like this you always struggled to keep quiet.

It’s because Joe knew exactly how to make you feel good. Considering you’ve been together for around 2 years now, Joe knew your body. He loved to make you shake so hard when you cum and to scream out his name. Sex with him was always and intense and you loved it.

He rocked in and out of you, each thrust getting harder. The feeling of Joe’s bare skin on your own was such an intimate feeling which is why you were on the pill. It was such a nice feeling to have Joe completely inside you without a condom, it made the pleasure even more enjoyable and it made you feel closer to him.

“Babyyyy…” Joe moaned into your shoulder before nipping at the bare skin.

You took Joe’s hand that was holding onto on the head board and laced your fingers together. He gave your hand a squeezed and let out a gentle moan, trying his hardest not to make too much noise. Joe’s moans were the most angelic thing you’ve ever heard and you would do anything right now to hear his moans and groans echo throughout the room.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making Joe stop his actions immediately. When the handle went down, he pulled out of you as quickly as he could and pulled the covers over you both, making it look casual. Thankfully, he was quick enough.

“Y/N?” Zoe opened up the door as she rubbed her tired eyes. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the sofa!”

“I know! I mean… can’t say I was surprised!” You laughed.

You could hear Joe panting next to you, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were red but Zoe didn’t suspect anything.

“We’ll have to have another girly night again soon, and I promise I won’t fall asleep.”

“Ok, Zoe, I’ll believe it when I see it.” You laughed.

“I won’t!” She defended.

“Is Alfie still not back?” You asked.

“No, I’m think I’m going to ring him in a minute though. What are they doing? Surely they can’t get much done in the dark.” As Zoe spoke, you felt Joe’s hand trail up your thigh.

You didn’t think anything of it until he kept on getting closer and closer to your centre.

“Yeah, he’ll probably be back soon though.” You said to Zoe.

Joe’s fingers went to your clit, gently rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive area. You sucked in a breath, feeling uncomfortable with the situation but also still very horny.

“How many days has he been doing it for?” Joe piped up. You squeezed the duvet in your hand as Joe slid his middle finger into you.

“This is the third, I think they’re planning on finishing it on Saturday.” Zoe told her brother and he nodded.

“It’s quite cool that they’re doing this though,” He replied, sliding his finger in and out of you as you bit your bottom lip, trying your absolute hardest to refrain from moaning.

“I think it’s amazing! I can’t wait to see what it looks like when they’ve finished it,” Zoe said. “Well, I’m going to bed now so night you two.”

“Night, Zo.” Joe said, using her nickname.

“G-goodnight.” You literally almost face palmed yourself as you stuttered over your words.

“You alright Y/N?” As Zoe asked this, Joe added another finger.

“I’m fine.” You quickly said as Joe finger fucked you.

“Ok,” Zoe sent you an odd look. “Night!”

“I fucking hate you, Sugg.” You said to Joe as soon as Zoe shut the door.

“You hate me?” He repeated. “Looks like you don’t want me to finish you off then.”

Joe’s fingers left you and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You groaned.

“Of course, m’lady.” Joe chuckled, hovering over you and finishing you both off.

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peanutbuttercreamjelly · 5 years

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Noise - Jack Maynard

Where you live in the apartment a level lower than Jack and you can’t sleep because Jack has way too much fun with a girl.

Warning: Mentions of smut

Ugh, I know it’s short, but I’m thinking about making a part 2 maybe...

It was nearly 2 am, and Y/N couldn’t sleep. She lied awake, actually having to study for her upcoming finals tomorrow, but she was too tired for that. She really wanted to rest, she needed to, but she couldn’t. And there was only one reason why.

Jack Maynard.

Out of all people, he had to live in the apartment above hers. He was the loudest person she had ever met. She didn’t even know when he slept, because there were people over yelling and cheering in the middle of the night, or he would bring random girls home literally 24/7. Two days ago, it had been 9 am, and they were so loud that she did not only hear them in her bedroom, but in her living room, too. Today though, they reached a whole new level of noise. It sounded as if they were about to break the bed. She didn’t mind him having an active sex life, she had one herself, but she didn’t do it so loudly that everybody else in the entire building lied awake and was forced to listen.

Enough was enough. She had an exam tomorrow, she could not go there completely sleep-deprived, so she decided to go up there and disrupt their little... encounter.

She took the lift, went one floor up, and rang his bell. Y/N was surprised that she couldn’t hear them as well as from her bedroom below. When nothing happened, she rang again. And then she just kept ringing until finally, the door opened, revealing a thoroughly fucked out Jack.

“What do you want?”, he asked as he recognized her. She had caught his eye once or twice as they met at the mailboxes or as they shared a lift.

“Look”, Y/N said, “I’m glad you have a healthy sex life and all but will you please try not to pierce a whole through my ceiling with your bed? Thanks.”

She wanted to turn around and go back to bed, finally getting some sleep, but there was something that caught her eye. It was a very prominent, purple hickey that started right at his collarbone. She took a closer look at his state now, finding that his face was flushed, his hair a mess, and his body was bare except for a pair of boxers that he apparently had put on in a rush.

She suddenly became very aware of her soggy pajama pants and her top that, as she discreetly looked down, revealed way more than she wanted. To top it off, she didn’t wear a bra and the chilly air in the hallway made her nipples stand out through the thin fabric. She felt herself blushing, but there was nothing that she could do about it.

“Look, I know we might have been a bit louder, but... we’re done soon, okay?”, Jack said and tried to shut the door.

But Y/N wasn’t having any of it. She placed her foot in between Jack’s door and the frame, wincing slightly as the door squeezed her foot. She hadn’t bothered to put shoes on, she just went up there in fuzzy socks.

“No”, she said. “No, it’s not okay. I have a bloody exam tomorrow and I can’t sleep because you choose to ruin your bed right above of mine. I don’t care what you are doing to her, but keep it low”, she stressed the last few words, “or I’m calling the security guy.” Then she turned around and stomped back to the lift.

Jack really was an idiot, although she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she had had when she saw him like this. Still, she reminded herself, he was an idiot.

Based off this post from @dailyau

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buttercream-imagines · 6 years

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Oli Masterlist

Soulmate AU

Dating Oli Would Include

Pictures

This Much

Can’t Wait*

I See the Moon [dad!Oli]

Secrets and Smoothies

Sometimes I Forget

First Steps [dad!Oli]

Tinsel and Lights (12 Days of Imagines)

Pas De Deux (dodie series)

English Rose (Sheeran series)

Surprising Friends (Christmas series)

Scary Movie (Halloween series)

Bad Reputation (Mendes series)

Homesick (college series)

Oli Gets Married

#oli white #oliwhitetv #oli white imagine #oliwhitetv imagine #oli white request #oliwhitetv request #oli white smut #oliwhitetv smut #request #smut #buttercream squad #buttercream gang #buttercream boys #buttercream #masterlist

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seductivebuttercreams-blog · 6 years

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I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Who? Josh Pieters

Request? No

Smut? Yes

Sorry it's been so long since I last posted, I will try to post more often. I was inspired by Josh's most recent video where he tries to learn the fortnite dances (wow that was a long time since I started this).

Please send in requests

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It had been a pretty busy day at your internship, and all you wanted to do was get home and relax. Josh, one of your best friends, asked to come over to your place for some distraction, which he was pretty good at. You guys hung out and stayed over at each other's place pretty often. He was so fun to be around, you enjoyed every second of his company, sometimes a little too much, since you had started feeling some attraction towards him. However, you were too scared to say anything, as you didn't want to ruin eleven years worth of friendship.

Anyway, you got home and tidied up quickly and jumped straight to the bathroom for a calming shower. Around an hour later you heard some keys interact with your door, followed by loud footsteps and a "Y/N I'm here" from Josh.

You turned off the TV and went over to the living room to greet your friend with a hug. You asked about how his drive was while he placed some groceries he brought over for a chilled night.

You both motioned towards the couch and turned on the TV to watch Netflix. Josh sat on the corner seat of your L-shaped sofa, you followed him and lied down the opposite end, resting you head on his lap.

You watched a couple movies from the "new releases" category and then got tired of just sitting there. So you stood up and went towards the kitchen and decided to make some food. Josh wanted to order take-out, but you convinced him to cook because it would be more fun. It was a chilly night so you decided to make some comfort food. You had some premade pizza dough, and some ripe tomatoes and just random toppings so you got started on making the sauce.

"Why is your place so quiet? I will put some music on" Josh commented as he made his way to the couch where he had left his phone.

"What are you gonna play?" You asked while stirring.

"I'll surprise you" he said with a suggestive smirk.

You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

Suddenly the melody of Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)" filled your flat. You motioned your focus from the homemade tomato sauce and towards Josh, who had just started playing a throwback playlist. He started dancing towards you moving his torso, particularly his shoulders, seductively.

You started laughing so genuinely at the sight of the ginger boy playing, and dancing, to such unexpected music. Barely managing to keep your eyes open from laughing too hard, you see him stripping off his white t-shirt and slowly swinging it on the air to the beat. He starts getting even closer and once he reaches the opposite end of the counter, he lowers his hand and asks you to join him. You, barely containing yourself from every feeling going through your body, turned off the stove and placed your hand on top of his, following him to his original dancing spot.

You and Josh, hands locked together start twirling, lip syncing, and swaying your arms back and forth to the beat. A couple more songs pass by and you both get a bit sweaty, which is why some bits of Josh's hair have turned slightly darker from the dampness.

Lost in the moment you mouth "you look so hot like this", immediately realizing you've just said this out loud, you blush.

"Oh what was that Y/N" he says lifting your chin to look you in the eyes.

"Oh nothing really, I better get back prepping the pizzas" you barely reply.

"Don't go I'm gonna go prep the pizzas on me like that, I know what you said" he paused " you don't look so bad yourself" he finished, biting his lip.

Confused as to what to do, you went back to the kitchen and worked on finishing the sauce, except it was so difficult, seeing as you couldn't stop shaking. Josh noticed and stood behind you without you noticing. Right when you were about to try the sauce, he placed his hand on your waist, unaware of what you were doing, making you spill some sauce on your pijamas.

"OH MY GOD JOSH YOU SCARED ME" you screamed, followed by a laugh.

"I didn't notice you had the spoon on your hand, sorry" he laughed as well. "Oh and your pijamas are stained now", he stopped for a second and carefully thought about his next words, "I guess I won't have to make up an excuse to take your clothes off anymore"

Your smile widened at the realization of what he had just said kicked in.

"Oh, I'm sorry I've been a dirty girl Josh" you mock back at him with a cheeky pout.

He rapidly grabs your waist and places you on the kitchen counter, taking your shirt off and throwing it on the floor. Slowly, he trailed kisses from you lips and towards your chest, taking extra time on your neck, making sure you would have something to remind you of him tomorrow (not like that was gonna be a problem). He proceeded to unclasp your bra, and massage your boobs with his hands, without his lips leaving yours.

Next, Josh moves your legs leaving an open view of your entrance, covered only by your pijama shorts, as you decided not to wear knickers that night. Josh, still with his shorts on, got between your legs and continued to kiss you passionately. You could feel his member getting harder as time went by. Having enough of his kisses for now, you jumped down the counter and grabbed his hand so he would follow you to the sofa. Once there, you took off his shorts and got on your knees to tease his member with your tongue, followed by bobbing your head back and forth to give him a bj.

"Oh... you're so good" Josh moaned, "you're making me so hard".

You slowly stopped and stood back up to kiss him, running your fingers through his hair and sometimes lightly pulling it with your grip. He sat you down on the sofa, and instinctively you opened your legs. He teased you with his fingers for a bit and then took off your shorts, so he could return the favor for what you had just done to him.

He started planting a few kisses on your thighs making his way between your legs. He finally gets to your clit and starts sucking on it, making you moan in pleasure. Then, he teases your entrance with his index and middle finger and gets them inside you, stretching you out a little. After a couple minutes of this, Josh grabs both your ankles with one hand and lifts up your legs, giving him a perfect view of what he was craving so badly. With his other hand, he grabs his member and slowly inserts it where his fingers had just been. He was so big, even bigger than you anticipated. He started drilling his cock inside you, getting faster with every thrust.

"oh my... Oh Josh...yes...you feel so good inside me" you barely moaned out.

"seems like you wanted this just as badly as I did" he said short of breath, "oh you're so tight Y/N, I'm gonna stretch out that little hole of yours".

Letting go of your ankles, Josh told you to get on your knees for him. You followed as he said and prepared yourself to be entered again. Josh held on to your ass and started spanking you, leaving marks he seemed to be proud of.

"I want you inside me Josh please" you begged as you backed up towards his body.

"I like it when you beg you dirty little girl" Josh entered you once again and started thrusting even faster this time. "You like it when I'm inside you don't you?" He asked.

"oh fuck Josh... you...you are...making me so...so...so wet...I think I'm gonna...ahh" you let out in a high pitched voice.

"oh you wanna come don't you, baby girl?" He mocked while thrusting slow and hard.

"Yes... Josh I wanna... I wanna show you how much you please me" these words made him even harder, like that was possible. You started rubbing your clit and backing up onto his dick for maximum pleasure. You just couldn't take it anymore.

"JOSH...OH MY GOD YES... YOU'RE SO GOOD" you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"Come on now finish me up, I wanna see you take me in your mouth" he smirked.

You sat down and he stood in front of you. Josh grabbed your hair into a messy ponytail and helped you out. You looked up to him with "innocent" eyes while you sucked, which drove him crazy.

"Oh...looking at you like...like that makes me want to come...you're definitely getting me off...come on Y/N...show me what this mouth does." He provoked you.

You started going as deep as you could, massaging his tip with your tongue, and giving him handjobs while you teased his balls.

Josh let out such loud moans letting you know he was getting closer, this only made you do everything faster until he finally released over your face and chest.

"you are so naughty baby girl, this is so much better than I fantasized" he went to kiss you.

He then sat down and you sat on his lap facing his body, "I always wanted a taste of your body.......I wanted you inside me so badly.....stay over so we can do this again in the morning" you said interrupting every sentence with passionate kisses.

This was exactly what you needed, like you said before, he was a really good distraction.

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