#oli white x reader

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Ofc! I love this guy so much, so Ty for this-

Yandere Oli White x Male!Reader

-Okay first of all this man loves you SO much and I don't take criticism

-He wouldn't mind if his s/o is male, but he knows some people do so he's extra protective :)

-Is literally so gentle with you, he doesn't like it if you're upset and more often than not gets upset that your upset 😭

-He likes making you laugh and/or smile so he tries to make little jokes or puns

-He can get overprotective really easily, so if he sees conflict brewing and your in the middle he instantly removes you from that situation

-Also worries a lot about where your going, who your going with, what your doing etc, so he often comes with you :)

-If his s/o gets voted into a challenge he would definitely be very very worried about you, but has enough confidence in you to believe you'll come back.

-He'd be pissed off if any of the group members were to insult you, but wouldn't make a big deal about it, instead pulling them away for a second to have a little 'chat'.

-You'll notice he's always behind or in your general area. He's also just constantly staring at you with a little smile on his face.

-tee hee sometimes he forgets what he's supposed to be doing because he's too busy thinking about you/looking at you, and gets really flustered if someone were to snap him out of it which is usually what happens.

-He's wary of everyone, but mainly watches out for Timothy and Lele, since he knows the mobster can be flirty and Lele is....Lele.

-Would be really really really upset if you were to die in a challenge, stuck in his own head and acting similar to Matt did when he accidentally killed Sierra.

-Lowkey you and the thought of getting out see the only things keeping him half-sane

-If you two get out though, (along with Joey) he constantly has you around at his place or vice versa :)

-In the opening for Season 2 if you both get the letter, whether or not you want to go back he's instantly burning it. Nope, not doing that again.

-Overall is a very delusional and loving yandere, would probably cry if you said you hated him. :((

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(also adding the lovely person who asked this, @pixie0stick :) )

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TWISTER TRYST (Oli x Reader)

"Hello everyone! As you can see, today we're playing twister.....with a twist. *ba dum psh* get it? TWISTer with a TWIST?" Joe looked around the room at his group of friends, everyone refusing to laugh at his pun.

"Just get on with it!" Caspar shoved Joe.

"Alright, alright. Today we're playing Would You Rather Twister!"

"Why do I only get invited to be in dangerous or disgusting videos?" Jack laughed.

"Oh, you love it." Joe shot back, explaining the rules.

You were going in pairs to play one vs one. It was now yours and Mikey's turn, having to pick a would you rather and then put your foot or hand on whichever the spinner landed on.

"Y/n, would you rather have a bucket of cold water poured on you or lick Mikey's foot?" he asked, the two of you already tangled up and barely standing.

"Oh, hell no. Bring on the ice water." you laughed, bracing yourself. Joe slowly poured the ice water down your back, the chill of it taking your breath away. "Holy shit."

"OOooo, Y/n is bringing sexy back to the twister challenge." Jack laughed, pointing out that your white t shirt was now drenched and clinging to your skin.

You laughed, looking over at your boyfriend Oli. The two of you had been dating for a few months, but you had kept it between the two of you. "We should probably get her another t shirt." Oli said, forcing a laugh. Oli was the one that wanted to keep it private. He said that it would be easier to actually spend time together, but the real reason was because he was nervous you'd leave him for someone else. If you left, he didn't want it to be public.

"I'm fine." you replied, not wanting to lose the game. "Mikey's turn."

Joe continued. "Mikey, would you rather do the rest of the video in your boxers or eat a chili?"

"Oh, fuck me." Mikey whined. "Get the chili, but get the milk." After consuming the chili, Mikey forfeited the game, running to the kitchen to get something to cool his mouth off.

A few other pairs were filming their turns when Oli pulled you out onto the balcony. "Here." he said, pulling his shirt off.

"Aww, you didn't have to do that." you replied, slipping his shirt on.

"I don't like them looking at you like that." he said, pulling you into a quick kiss.

"You know I only have eyes for you." you teased him, wiping some of the egg off of him from his turn in Twister.

"Hey guys, you're needed for the last round." Joe peeked his head out of the sliding door.

"Come on." you pulled Oli inside.

"Okay, for the last round, the 4 winners are going against each other." Joe said to the camera. You, Oli, Josh, and Jack were all standing on the twister mat.

"This is going to be a crowded game." you laughed, standing between Jack and Oli.

Josh lost pretty quickly, not having any room to reach his assigned color. Jack had been egged and was currently standing on one foot. Oli had his feet on two colors that were nowhere near each other and had stripped down to his boxers. You were standing with your back to Oli, your feet on the same colors as his but one row away. "Okay, Y/n. Would you rather kiss someone in the game or let someone tweet from your account?" Joe asked.

"This is easy." you said, eyeing Jack. After making it look like you were going to kiss him, you twisted around to pull Oli into a kiss.

"Oooo, not what I expected." Josh commentated from the sidelines.

Oli had gone bright red, but he was glad you picked him. The one thing he hated about keeping your relationship private is that the boys would flirt with you. It was innocent, of course, but he was still a bit insecure about it.

"Of course I'd pick Oli." you teased. "None of us know where Jack's been putting his mouth." you laughed, poking Jack in the side.

"Hey!" he laughed, trying to keep his balance.

"Okay, y/n. now you have to put your left hand on blue." That meant that you were now bent over with your ass in the air right in front of Oli. Oli looked down and then straight back up. He was already a bit hot and bothered from the kiss, but seeing you bent over in front of his boxer clad crotch was making his mind wander.

"This looks so wrong." Joe laughed. "Okay, Jack. Would you rather eat a raw egg or let us read one of your Tinder messages?"

"Oh, no way." Jack replied, walking off of the Twister mat. "I lose. This isn't worth it." he laughed, joining the rest of the boys.

"Oooo, just Oli and Y/n left. Oli, would you rather text your crush a picture of you playing Twister in your boxers or let Caspar tweet from your account?"

"Easy. Someone take a picture." Oli replied.

"Really?" Conor asked, surprised that Oli would be so forward.

"I don't have to tell you who it is, right?" He asked.

"You have to show one person so we know you did it." Joe answered.

"Y/n, stand up and look at my phone for proof." Oli laughed, knowing he was sending it to you.

"Ooo, we look good." you teased, watching him text you the picture. "Done. He did it." You said, bending back down to put your hand back on the right color.

"Damn. Okay. Oli, left hand red." Joe called out. Oli was now leaning over you, your ass pressed firmly into his crotch. "Y/n, would you rather twerk on camera or eat an onion." he asked.

Knowing you'd win the game, you started twerking against Oli.

"Not fair" he said, giving up and falling to the ground. He turned in a way that he could adjust himself without the camera or the boys seeing.

"I won!" you called out, standing up. "And I want a shower. I'm covered in egg, oil, and chocolate." you laughed.

"Well that was Would You Rather Twister!" Joe said, filming the outro. "Make sure to tune in next week for another Sugg Sunday Special!"

"Okay, I'm stealing your shower." you called to Jack and Josh. "I'll be quick." you grabbed your bag and went to the bathroom.

The boys all teased Oli after you left the room. "You know you got turned on when she was twerking." Conor laughed.

"Your face turned bright red when she kissed you." Jack joined in.

"I'm going to have to edit out the part where you were just staring at her ass." Joe teased him.

"I mean, he had to enjoy it while it lasted." Josh threw in.

Oli knew he was being mocked, but he couldn't help but laugh. "You know what? I don't know why we ever tried to keep this private." he said, walking to the bathroom. "Sweetheart, can I join you?" The guy's eyes all went wide watching Oli.

"Of course, love." you called out. Oli winked at the boys and walked into the bathroom with you. "Did you tell them?" you laughed, pulling Oli into the shower and helping him wash all of the mess off of him.

"Pretty much." he answered, slipping his arms around you once he was clean. "I'm sorry I wanted to keep it private."

"Don't apologize, babe. I'm happy to be with you whether that's just between us or in front of the whole world." you stood on your tip toes to kiss him.

"I was just afraid you'd get bored with me and find someone else, but it's worth the risk." he kissed you back.

"Don't be silly, love." you looked up at your boyfriend. "I couldn't find someone better for me if I tried."

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Being Weird Is Cool

(SingleDad!Eddie Munson x SingleMom!Reader)

Summary: You and your son are new to Hawkins and meet Eddie and his daughter at the park. WK: 1.7K

Warnings: None really, this is just a fluffy sweet little self indulgent meet cute. Eddie and Reader are in their mid 20s and their kids are around 5 going into Kindergarten. Modern AU. Reader is implied to be alternative but it doesn’t have to be read that way.🩵 But as always, my blog is still 18+

A/N: So this is just a cute little blurb that came to me. I always see single dad Eddie but I hardly ever see single mom reader so I thought this would be cuteee. My son has a speech condition and I never see kids with special needs in fics so this is just something small n cute n close to my heart. Maybe I’ll turn it into a series of blurbs about these four, we will see. If anyone has any ideas/requests for these four I’d totally be open to writing them. 🤭🖤Part 2 - My Masterlist - Series Masterlist

“Excuse me, is that your child?”

You looked up from your phone, hearing the voice of an irritated sounding woman, ready to defend your son at a moment's notice. But when you looked up she wasn’t talking to you, she was standing in front of the man who was sitting on the bench next to yours. A scowl on her face, her hands on her hips, and a pudgy little boy with tears in his eyes and chocolate smudged all over him by her side. She tilted her head towards the little girl across the playground that had been playing with your son since you got here. She was very clearly this man’s daughter by the way the unruly brown curls on their heads matched. She was sitting on the ground next to your son with her hand on his shoulder, seemingly comforting him.

“Yeah, she’s mine. What’s up?” The man sounded annoyed, rightfully so.

“Well, she just made my son cry.” The woman scoffed.

He raised an eyebrow at her, looking at your kids then back at her.

“What happened?”

“Apparently she yelled in his face and pushed him over, you really need to teach your daughter how to behave.” The woman’s dirty blonde ponytail that was so tight it looked like it was going to make her eyes bulge he out of her head waved from side to side as she spoke.

“Charlotte! Can you come over here please?” The man called to his daughter, waving her over.

You watched as she stood, dusting wood chips off her black white colored dress before reaching her hand out to your son. She pulled him behind her as she walked over with a determined look on her face.

“Daddy! That little boy was mean to my friend! He told him he was weird and was mocking fun of his voice!” She stomped a little black booted foot and pointed her finger towards the boy in question.

“Charlotte… honey, did you push him over?” He asked her as he stood to his feet, crouching down so he was eye level with her.

At this point you had fully turned your body in their direction, ready to intervene.

“Oli, are you okay baby?” You asked him gently.

“Mommy!!!” He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your legs, burying his face into your knees.

“What happened honey?” You ran your fingers through his hair and he buried his face further into you. You look over at the man beside you, who looks at you apologetically before turning back to his daughter.

“Char… did you push that boy over there?”

“Yes! But-“

“Hey, no buts, okay? We don’t push people no matter what they do, it's not okay to push.” He told her and he gently rested a large ringed hand on her little shoulder.

“Okay daddy…” she looked down at her little feet with her hands behind her back, bashful.

“Now, do you want to tell me what happened? Calmly.” He titled his head so she was looking him in the eyes again and she pouted. “Come on baby, we can’t fix it if we don’t know.”

“Her PUSHED me! I was just trying play with them and she yelled and pushed!” The little boy spoke up, pointing at her from behind his moms legs.

“No! No! Mean!” Your son, Oliver, who was normally very soft spoken and shy raised his head from your knees to yell at the other boy.

“Okay whoa whoa whoa, let’s everybody calm down.” You looked down at Oli and smiled, rubbing soft circles on his back to try and keep him calm.

“Hey sweetie, your name is Charlotte, right?” You asked her.

“Mhm” She stuck her bottom lip out and nodded.

“Can you tell us what happened please?”

“Yes! That kid!” She pointed and glared at the chocolate covered boy “was being mean to MY new friend! He was mocking fun of his voice and calling him weird! But that’s just not nice!”

It didn’t take you long to figure out what she meant, Oliver was a late talker and very shy. He didn’t talk much and when he did it was only to people he was comfortable with. This wasn’t the first and probably wouldn’t be the last time this happened. Most parents didn’t take the time to teach their kids that everyone is different so you’ve had to take it upon yourself to explain it to them on more than one occasion.

“So that other little boy was being mean to Oli about his voice and you stood up for him, right?”

“Yes! I didn’t want him to play with us and he wouldn’t go away and kept mocking fun of him! so I told him my dad said being weird is cool and I MADE him go away!” She was still stomping her little foot and pointing her little finger at the kid and you had to hold in a laugh at how cute she was.

“Well thank you for standing up for him honey, that’s very sweet of you. But I don’t think your daddy wants you to push people even if they’re mean, right?” You look over to her dad and make eye contact, silently asking for backup.

“Yeah baby, it’s very nice of you to stand up for your friend but I want you to apologize to that little boy for pushing him over, okay?” He put his hand on her back and tilted his head toward the boy and his mother.

“Well is him gonna say sorry? To my friend?” She narrowed her eyes at her father and looked between him and the other child.

“He has nothing to say sorry for! You pushed him! And maybe his mother needs to teach him how to communicate better!” She definitely should not have fucking said that.

“Fucking excuse me???” You stood up and walked past Oliver and straight up to the woman’s pinched face. “We were trying to do the right thing and teach our kids that hitting is never okay but if you want to play it like that?? Okay. How about you teach your son how to treat people? That everyone’s different and it’s not okay to just talk down to people because you don’t understand them? How about you wipe his fucking face and get the fuck out of mine before I show them that maybe hitting isn’t so bad after all.” You practically growled, your eyes boring into hers.

“You people are fucking insane, who let people like you even have children??” She gasped before turning on her heel and leaving the park, dragging her son behind her.

“Fucking bitch.” You scoffed, turning to Oliver and crouching down in front of him. “You okay baby?”

“Yeah mama, okay.” He smiled at you and gave you a thumbs up.

“That was fucking awesome.” The man next to you chuckled and slapped his thigh. “Her face!! She couldn’t even believe you were talking to her like that!!” He laughed.

You looked over at him and smiled, this was the first time you were really looking at him and wow. He was beautiful. You had already noticed his hair but now that you’re looking directly at him you can see his pretty brown eyes, and plush pink lips. When he smiles you see two cute little dimples appear on each side of his mouth and he’s dressed really cute too. Ripped jeans, old band tee, beat up sneakers and a leather jacket. Damn.

“I promise you that is not the first time I’ve dealt with a woman like that and I’m positive it will not be the last.” You chuckled.

“Well you handled it like a goddess, if I was a woman I might’ve punched her.”

“Well I absolutely wanted to.” You both started busting up laughing.

“I’m Eddie, by the way, and you already met Charlotte.” He smiled at you and extended his hand, you took it and told him your name in return.

“And this is Oliver, who you already kinda sorta not really met.” You gestured to your son and Charlotte came bounding over.

“Oli! You want play with me still?” She smiled big at him.

“Yep! Mhm!” He clapped.

“Gotta catch meeeee then!!!!” She ran off towards the playground and he went chasing after her.

“You’re a good dad, not a lot of kids take the time to understand that other kids are different, just because they aren’t taught that at home. You clearly teach her well.” You said with a smile.

“Yeah, I try to teach her that everyone’s different. I mean look at me, it’s not like I had the easiest time growing up, or even now other parents judge me and look down on me for being a single dad and well, just being me. I never want her to feel like that.” He watched his daughter run after your son with a fond smile.

“Yeah” You looked down at your own ripped jean shorts and tights and smiled. “Yeah, I think I get that.”

“Are you guys new in town? I haven’t seen you around and I think I’ve seen everyone in this town at least once”

“Oh, yeah, me and him just moved here last week so we don’t really know anyone yet. I’m hoping once the kids start school next month he will have a bit of an easier time making friends.” You sighed. “He’s just really shy, he has a hard time talking and he gets really nervous.”

“Well, it looks like he already has one friend.” He smiled at you and pointed towards the playground where Oli was pushing Charlotte on the swing.

“Looks like it.” You looked over at Eddie and smiled.

“And that goes for you too, you know? You have one friend now too, if you want.” He smiled at you hopefully, those cute dimples showing.

“Yeah? I think I’d like that.” You felt your face warm when you smiled back at him.

“We were going to get ice cream after this, do you guys want to come? It’s just down the street we usually walk from here.”

“That actually sounds really nice Eddie, thank you.”

“KIDS!!! Ice cream!!?!!” He yelled the magic words and huge grins spread across both their faces as they came running full speed towards you.

Maybe Hawkins wouldn’t be so bad.

[azulock]

I love this slut of a man, so have a continuation for my first post in this blog, just in time for the 100 followers milestone!!

summary. now emboldened by how you seemed to be enjoying his habit of sending you nudes, Oliver tries somethin riskier: sending you a video jerking off. what's that between friends, right?

pairing. Oliver Aiku x F!reader

wordcount. 3,3k

warnings. nsfw (minors back off), male masturbation, cumshot, just oliver being an exhibitionist

over the passing weeks you'd grown used to Oliver's complete shamelessness - and that's just what he wanted. when you never showed any sign of rejection towards his taste for sending you nudes, he just never stopped. and overtime it became like a habit - and he ventured to say he was getting better with a camera.

how often he'd send the pictures to you was anyone's guess. Oliver liked to maintain the surprise factor, but it also depended on how busy his schedule was. tho, you were guaranteed to never go much beyond a week without seeing him in all his glory - and oh, it was all glory.

although you liked to act aloof - something Oliver was used to already - sometimes you'd let it slip that you thought the sight was glorious as well. knowing you liked what you saw only emboldened him, making him feel like he could do more. and fuck, he definitely wanted to do more.

he'd been thinking of sending you something... riskier since this whole thing had started. from the first moment Oliver felt fully comfortable with this game - free to feed his exhibitionist tendencies - he'd wanted to inch towards something dirtier.

Oliver had been wanting for a while now to send you a video of himself jerking off. if you liked the goods in display on the pictures, might as well enjoy seeing them in movement, right? he just hadn't gotten around to it yet. fuck, he'd have to wing it this time around, wouldn't him?

(attachment: 1 image) good morning, guess who left the fucking blinds open again

the notification was the first thing you saw when you picked up your phone in the morning, right after waking up. Oliver started his day early, so this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. and you weren't about to complain, sometimes it was good to start the day with a little self love - and you were thankful when he'd provide the fuel for that.

when you opened the image, your eyes were graced with the vast expanse of a very soft looking bed, Oliver sprawled in the middle of the white sheets. the whole bed was lit by the gentle warm glow of the morning sun, his usual grin was replaced by a lazy smile, half lidded eyes framed by messy black hair looked at the camera from under heavy lashes.

Oliver had one arm thrown over the top of his head, the other laid alongside his torso, a massive hand "casually" scratching at his lower abs - exactly at the start of his trimmed happy trail. he had one leg straight and one bent to the side, covers bunched around his knees, giving you full view of his massive thighs and equally massive cock, laying heavy over the side of his hip.

not a Pulitzer level photo yet, but you had to give it to Oliver, he was getting pretty good with a camera. also, nobody should be allowed to wake up looking this good. the most surprising thing tho, this one message barely ten minutes back - guess even athletes are allowed a Saturday.

you giving the neighbors a show this morning, Oli?

when you noticed it, you had already sent the message. generally, you didn't dignify him with such a fast response - least you allow his ego to grow too big. guess you were just too sleepy to remember that today, or too distracted. the moment you hit send, you went straight back to the picture.

god, it was criminal of him to look like that in the morning, fucking bastard. quickly, you found your eyes tracing down the expanse of Oliver's abs to his cock, where it laid heavy on his hip. shit, even when posed near the massive girth of his thigh, the damn thing still looked impressive - veiny, long and extra thick.

nah, forgot this is the 15th floor, doll? nobody around to see shit

his answer came not even two full minutes after your text, Oliver really had no shame. dragging your eyes away from the picture - much to the dismay of your already clenching pussy - you dignified him with a response. you guessed you didn't have much shame either for entertaining him like this.

good thing, I guess. and you waking up late today, what disaster happened for that? hey, I deserve a break, wanted to sleep in more but as you can see... no luck oh, poor thing, was it the sun that woke you up? or that thing between your legs? cause that morning wood looking downright painful it is a bit bothersome, yeah :'(

immediately following the text, Oliver sent you a photo. if god picked favorites, today he was one, 'cause this timing was sent from the heavens. the moment your message popped in, he was just about to jack off to get rid of the damn morning wood. good thing he'd been too lazy to just straight up do it right after he took that last picture. well, he was gonna take the chance.

you looked at the notification with a smirk. he was feeling bold today, you'd never really gotten two pictures in the same day, let alone within minutes of each other. opening it, there was no surprise - but it didn't mean you didn't enjoy what you saw.

this time Oliver was sat up on the bed, laying against the back rest, plush covers pulled up to his mid thigh. the phone camera looked down at him, that sly smirk back on his face, although there was still some clear sleepiness in his eyes - tho, if anything, looking kinda groggy made him more handsome.

once more, your eyes follow the path from his broad chest, past his abs and down that devious happy trail. he has his large cock held in one strong hand, fist wrapping it snugly, but his fingers not able to fully meet around the thick shaft. you lick your lips, unconsciously clenching your thighs together at the sight. his dick was straining, veins prodding from under the velvety skin, swollen head looking reddish and angry. fuck, you felt ashamed of how much you found yourself wanting to taste it.

poor Oli, is it too sensitive?

you'd taken a couple minutes to answer, and Oliver was already biting his lip in anticipation, fingers flexing around the base of his cock instinctively. but the moment your message pops up on the screen, he relaxes again, fist lazily sliding up his shaft. you were teasing him, that was good, and in his book, it sounded like an invitation. you were playing into the game and all he needed to do now was bridge that gap, then he'd get what he wanted.

yeah, a bit, not gonna lie what you think I should do about it?

oh, yeah, he was definitely feeling bold today. you wondered for a second if you should play into it - the setup was obvious, but Oliver had never been one for much subtlety. you thought for a few moments if you should join into his scheme. you could imagine that devious smirk in his face, the one that was at the same time beautiful and rage inducing.

a part of you considered shooting him off right here, right now, but another hesitated. on one hand, there was allure to taking him down a peg, so his ego doesn't get too big. on the other... well, there was no denying that your body really wanted to see more of him. would it be so bad? maybe, you just wanted to see this through to the end.

hmmm yeah, you earned a break, you've been working so hard for the team, you deserve getting yourself some release put those big hands to good use I guess

hook, line and fucking sinker. you never disappoint, playing right along with him. Oliver should remember to thank his lucky stars, 'cause you were giving him all the leeway he could ask for. now to push the envelope, and deal the deal.

ah, some recognition is nice, thank you. I deserve a little fun tho, maybe I think you could watch~ if you think that'd be enjoyable ;)

there is a pause before you answer, one that feels too long for Oliver as he watches his phone laying on the soft covers. not that it's enough to dampen his spirits though, it just generates anticipation as his fist lazily glides over his thick cock, sending a shudder down his spine. shit, even if you shot him down now he was already too horny, that hard on wasn't going anywhere unless he made it.

maybe~

when Oliver doesn't answer straight away, you feel weird. on one side, it's good he isn't trying to make a video call, you don't think you'd be on the vibe for that - not yet. on the other, would he really do it? hell, what were you thinking, he obviously would. that bastard fed on showing off, much like a plant in the sun. so you decide it's for the best to leave him be now, dropping your phone on the bed and leaving for the shower.

you spend a good while under the running water - part of the time wondering how the fuck did you get in this situation. when you come back to your bedroom, almost half an hour after sending Oliver that text, you are met with a notification. and while it doesn't shock you at all, it still has you biting your lip in excitement.

(attachment: 1 video)

no text, just the video. throwing yourself in bed you open it, Oliver's voice filling your ears before you can even register the image on the screen. you watch as he adjusts the camera, chuckling and muttering an "oops" when he almost drops the phone.

you watch the image shift and move as he props his arm on one leg and readjust the phone so the camera angle catches from the top of his thighs to his head. dominating the foreground of the image, though, is his massive cock, encircled by a large fist lazily pumping up and down as he blows a kiss to the camera.

cocky bastard, nobody should look good from this weird downwards angle, and yet Oliver does. it's unfair, really. he tightens the grip around his shaft, grunting in the background of the shot when his thumb runs over the sensitive head, and you shudder, clenching your thighs unconsciously in response. shit, his hand was huge, and it still covered just a bit over half of his length. you can't believe your bad luck that you'd lost the timing to get ravaged by that monster of a cock.

Oliver starts off slow and lazy, shifting between tightening his grip around his cock to fist himself and letting his fingers glide over his length, tracing that sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft all the way from the base to the head. his tip is already glistening, precum gathering around it as he works himself without a rush - almost as if he doesn't have the most raging boner.

alongside the immaculate visuals, Oliver gives you the most sinful noises, grunting and groaning low and deep as his fist starts to slowly speed up. his voice sends shivers down your spine, electricity running straight down your pussy. you can hear his heavy breathing, sucking up air through his teeth when his fist squeezes hard around that gorgeous cock, the muscles in his abs tightening in response.

you don't even notice your parted lips until they start to feel dry, too engrossed on the sight of Oliver pumping his massive shaft to pay attention to anything else. you can see the precum leaking greedily from his engorged head now. every time his fingers squeeze near the top, more of the transparent pearly beads leak down from his tip to his thick fingers. the light from the sun catches on his skin, and it glistens from the liquid.

he takes in a sharp breath as his hand speeds up, the pooling precum making his movements easier. the image shakes for a moment before Oliver remembers to readjust his grip on the phone, darkened eyes meeting with the camera as he curses under his breath - his cocky exterior crumbling under the pressure of the building pleasure.

god, just from watching you can almost feel it, almost taste the salty precum on your tongue, sense the heat seeping from his heavy cock. it's like you could touch his tense muscles, tracing the bulging veins that travel down his strong forearms and into his large hands, straining painfully under the skin. fuck, it was unfair how enticing he looked, just downright sinful.

in the quiet of his room, all you could hear was a mix of his heavy breathing and the sound of his legs shuffling around the covers, out of view from the camera. your eyes could catch only a glimpse of his powerful thigh flexing as Oliver palmed the leaking head of his cock, smearing his rough palm with precum before wrapping his hand around his fat length again. he was moving faster now, aided by the copious amounts of liquid smeared around his heavy shaft.

Oliver was groaning as he pumped and tugged at his hard length in long strokes. his eyelids fluttered, hiding those beautiful dual colored irises that always made you swoon - though, you fought hard to never let him know. in the background you could pick the sound of his voice low and strained as he muttered something in Japanese, and although you didn't understand it, you could imagine what it was.

you watched intently as Oliver's chest trembled with a deep and animalistic growl, his hips bucking into his hand. your body shuddered, muscles tensing and reacting on instinct - that's when you noticed your lips were parted again, almost drooling this time. honestly, the view was hypnotic, you weren't even sure how long you had been watching, time had just come to a standstill. not that you minded.

you heard Oliver grunt, loud and needy, and your attention returned to the video. his fist tightened around his veiny cock, moving up and down faster and faster. the angle of the video had changed slightly, his face coming out of view, he was probably too gone to pay close attention to the camera anyway. his hips bucked again, and you could see his dick twitch in his hand at the same time a moan left his lips. he was clearly getting close.

deft fingers gripped his erection thigh, Oliver's large fist moving up and down at a voracious speed, his cock looking heavy and slick in his hand. his breath was ragged, tense panting, punctuated by loud grunts and deep, hoarse whispers in a language completely alien to you. fuck, it looked so hot, your intense gaze following his fist as it pumped faster and harder, working his throbbing shaft with desperation.

with a silent gasp Oliver thrust his hips into his fist hard, the image shaking for a moment before he fell back on the bed. he bucked into his hand again as a loud grunt left his lips, holding still for just a moment as his heavy cock twitched wildly, the first rope of creamy, white cum shooting from his tip.

his chest was rising and falling fast as Oliver pumped himself through his orgasm - it seemed long, even to you, his hips trembling breath coming in low groans. you watched mesmerized as rope after rope of cum spilled from his throbbing cock, shooting upwards before landing thick and sticky on his chest and abs, some of it streaming down his hand. fuck, that was a lot of cum, an obscene amount painting long streams of white all over his torso.

his hand milked his cock to the last drop, a long white string connecting the tip to his hip before Oliver rubbed his thumb over it, smearing his thick cum all over his swollen head. he was still panting, muscles still twitching from the intensity of his orgasm. fuck, this was downright pornographic - you were even breathing hard yourself.

you watched as Oliver's cum stained fingers let go of his cock with a satisfied hum. he stopped to breath for just a moment before adjusting the camera with a chuckle - his cock coming out of view as his face came into frame again. darkened eyes looked at you from under heavy lashes once more, the last thing you saw was Oliver blowing a kiss to the camera before the video shut off. shit, how the fuck do you even respond to that?

woah you were really pent up today, huh?

when Oliver saw your message, he had just come out of the shower, hair still dripping on his face and neck as he chuckled at the words in the screen. if he wasn't already used to your playful aloof behavior, he would have felt his ego slightly attacked. but by now he knew that if you really didn't like the video, you would have said way worse - you could be pretty merciless, he knew as much.

either way, this was the foot in the door, he'd get you to crack at some point. he had patience - and after, you were still in the other side of Europe, so this was the most fun your interactions could bring. with a shake of his head, Oliver slid his thumb over the screen, typing a quick reply to you before he pulled up a photo and sent it to you.

happy to see you enjoy~ and yeah, guess I really needed that (attachment: 1 image)

you opened the photo without even thinking, and your eyes were met with Oliver's face, a large smile lighting his features as he struck a peace sign. it could almost be sweet, were it not for how he was naked, muscular chest and abs stained by the white ropes of his thick seed. you can't help but chuckle at how cheeky the picture was - but he does still look hot.

cute~

there you go, teasing him again - not to say he disliked it, tho. but he could tease you too, and by this point he was still too high on his own actions, too emboldened to think too much through his words. well, after all you let him get this far, might as well step a little bit further.

you think? bet you wish you could clear that off of me

oh, he was feeling pretty daring today - a part of you wanted to make a mean joke about him being desperate, but you liked what you saw, and you didn't want to discourage him. besides, it's not like he was wrong, but he didn't need to see you say that, his ego didn't need any more growing.

oh I bet you'd love if I did that, huh? too bad you are still almost 2000km away from me, big guy oh doll, why do you torture me like this? but you are right, it's too bad, if you were here I bet I wouldn't have to use my hands

it was true, if Oliver could have a choice, he'd be giving you a far more hands on experience - but alas, you were on the other side of the continent. he would complain about it, but he wasn't just about to question his luck right now, least he lost it. besides, he was having too much fun for that. he'd take what he could have, and he'd milk it to the very end. but still, a guy could wish for more.

ooooh go betting, fuckboy, maybe some day you could just get this lucky don't tempt me with a good time, one day I might just show up over there ;)

shout out to: @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife

[t-r99]

Locker rooms

Oliver Aiku x reader

warning: smut

wc: 387

Okay, but, Aiku would be so fucking into locker room sex, beyond a doubt.

It's his reward for being one of the best players on the field, the finest defender and even one who will leave the defensive line to score every now and then. Of course every shot he blocks, and every goal he scores, equals one orgasm from you.

He'll go and shower just like the rest of the team after the match, but then he'll stay behind and call you once everyone has left so he can be rewarded.

Oliver doesn't care if someone will walk in, he's too busy holding your hips in a bruising grip to guide your movements, lips locked in a heated kiss and moaning shamelessly.

It's messy, it's hot, and filthy. He loves it when you make a mess for him, when you're too hungry for him and his delicious cock to be embarrassed anymore.

Everything about Aiku is so big. He's a big guy, tall and muscular, has large hands that fondle and caress every inch of you, thick thighs that hold immense strength and ache after fucking in a frenzy, and his cock is almost too big but he fills you up so perfectly you can't get enough.

There's just something special about sitting on the bench in the locker rooms with you bouncing up and down on his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck.

You're so warm and tight around him, it makes his head spin and feel light. Every time you cum it only makes you crave more and you move even faster, desperate for more. Your voice is low and breathy when you whisper against his lips, "Please, Oli." and slow your pace. "Please, I want your cum."

Oh, he's more than happy to give you what you want.

Oliver will quickly move to the side and lay you down instead, hands on the back of your knees and pushing your legs up. He can reach even deeper inside you and he never lasts long. It's just so good.

His reward is always you bouncing on his thick cock in the locker rooms, and your reward for being so good to him is to have him paint your insides white with his hot cum and have him fuck you like an animal.

[fritz-federleicht]

Maid dress/ Oliver Sykes x reader

Summary: Oli asks you to put on a maid dress

Warnings: dirty talk, your ass is seen briefly

Words: 953

"Honey I have something for you." Oli enters the room and holds something out.

"What's this?" You take it. Oli grins proudly.

"Please put this on."

"Oli where did you get that?" In your hands is a far too short black and white maid's dress. You run your fingers over the soft fabric.

"I saw it on a website and thought it would suit you." He takes the dress from your hand and holds it in front of your body. You look down at yourself. "It's so short." You say listlessly.

"Oh yes it is." He says dirty and winks at you with a cheeky grin. You punch him in the chest. He pouts.

"I'm not wearing that. Forget it!" You shake your head.

"Why not? You'll look beautiful in it."

"No!"

"Oh come on." He follows you, "I'll dress it after you." You stop aprubtly at this statement.

Slowly, you turn around. "You're putting it on?"

Oli nods hesitantly. "Yes." You giggle, the thought of Oli in that little dress is just wonderful, you stand in front of him laughing.

He crosses his arms. "So you'll do it?"

You gasp and straighten up with tears in your eyes. "Mhmm."

Oli wipes the tears away with his thumbs. "Thanks honey, that means a lot." He gently kisses your nose.

"Me too. After all, I'm going to see you in that beautiful way too short dress." Now you're grinning cheekily at him.

He hugs your waist and whispers in your ear. "I'll do anything to admire you in it." You take a deep breath. Oli kisses your temple, grinning. "So now you know what you have to do."

You roll your eyes and take the maid's dress from his hands. You want to go into another room to change, but Oli clasps your wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to change."

"You can do that here too." You give him a death stare, immediately he lets go of you.

"I'll be right back." You leave the room.

Shortly after, you enter it again. Oli has made himself comfortable on a chair. When he sees you, his eyes open wide. His mouth is open in amazement.

You are so embarrassed by the situation that you turn around. And because the dress is really not that long it slips up. For a short time your ass is visible. Quickly you tug the skirt and blush. Olis staring look burns in your back.

You slap your forehead inwardly. Why did you let yourself get involved?

"Wow it fits perfectly. Your body is...a work of art." Oli motions. "Why don't you turn around?"

You shake your head. Oli stands behind you, spinning you in his arms.

Your red face stares against his chest in shame. He puts his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"You look beautiful." His eyes full of adoration.

You screw up your face. "But why did it have to be a dress like that? Couldn't it have been a nice long summer dress?" You emphasize the word long.

Oli shrugs his shoulders. "With a long summer dress, I wouldn't have caught a glimpse of your beau..." You press your hand over his mouth.

"Don't you dare keep talking. This is so embarrassing." You feel him placing light kisses on your palm. His eyes plead for forgiveness.

A slight smile settles on your lips. "You're sweet, but don't think I forgot. Now it's your turn!" You release your hand from his mouth.

Immediately, he starts to contradict. "Do I really have to? Wouldn't you rather keep that dress on? You look stunning in it." He pulls the skirt apart to admire it's beauty.

"No I don't. You have to keep your promise. Come on, I did it too even though I didn't want to."

Oli lowers his head. "Alright." You clap your hands and go to change.

Afterwards, you press the dress into his hand. While you sit down on the chair, Oli takes off his t-shirt and pants.

"Y/N the dress won't close." He whines. You grin. He stands in front of you with his arms bent, his black underpants peeking out.

"Honey, it fits perfectly. Your body is a work of art." You repeat his words and burst out laughing.

He stares at you with an emotionless look, waiting for you to calm down again. Unfortunately, it makes the whole thing even funnier.

At some point he starts to smile slightly.

You stand up laughing, your hands run over his arms until you lace your hands.

"No really honey, you look wonderful. It's the size. If it is a few sizes bigger you can perform like this at the next concert." By now you've calmed down, the tears of laughter still glistening on your cheeks.

"You always cry when you're happy." Again he wipes your tears away with his thumbs. He looks down on himself. "I think it's kind of good."

You look him seriously in the eyes. "Now you can admit it. You actually ordered it for yourself so you could try it on, but you saw that it was too small and turned it on me."

"No I didn't. It was for you." He combs his fingers through your hair. "You can keep it, you don't have to wear it in public. There are still other opportunities, after all." He winks at you.

"Why are you so filthy today?" You just turn around and leave him standing there in his maid's dress.

He calls after you. "I'm always like this Y/N, always."

[les-lestappen]

can i request prompt 32 with griezmann?

ANTOINE GRIEZMANN X READER:

author's note: I'm actually kinda proud of this, hope you like it :))) warning: just a tiny bit of angst.

You couldn't hide your frustration. It was starting to get ridiculous and you both knew it, Antoine was sitting in front of you with furrowed brows, mindlessly scrolling through instagram. You were pretending to do the same, looking at him through your eyelashes.

It was weird, being right in front of each other and not talking, usually you two would be laughing over nothing, always matching each other's energy so well, teasing each other and basically speaking your own languages with how many inside jokes you had. Now he wouldn't even look in your direction, he pretended you didn't exist and kept changing position on the white couch. The tension was palpable. You were frustrated and confused: Antoine was literally the sweetest person you knew, always a kind word and a smile for everybody, he was your best friend and you couldn't imagine why he wouldn't talk to you even if he was mad. You didn't even know what you could have done wrong!

Dinner with the Équipe was supposed to be fun and you were so happy when Antoine asked if you would join him but now you regretted it, feeling stupid in such an elegant blue dress, being sat in front of a man who wouldn't even acknowledge your presence.

He got up abruptly to go to the bathroom and Olivier scooted closer, whispering "What's going on with you two?" in your right ear.

"I don't know Oli, he's been acting strange for the past hour. Do you think I offended him somehow?" you sighed "Maybe he doesn't like how I dressed." you thought out loud. To be fair your blue satin dress showed a lot of cleavage and hugged your figure thighly and you debated a lot whether you should wear it or not. Maybe he thought you overdressed, or he didn't like how much skin was showing.

"Nonsense" Olivier said "I think you look hot and Antoine thinks so too." he winked at you.

"Normally I would be jealous but you do look stunning." chipped in his wife.

"I second that." Presnel added, grinning.

"Stop it guys, you're gonna make me blush." You mumble, already red. Olivier always knew how to distract you when you felt a little insecure, he was very protective but Presnel was just shamelessly flirting. Actually he had been making you laugh all night.

"Oh and Y/n, Antoine isn't the kind of guy who would judge you based on how you dressed. You knew it was true and he had complimented you at the beginning of the night, still you were angry with him.

"He's also not the kind of guy to ignore his best friend instead of dealing with whatever the problem is, but here we are."

Oliver didn't have time to reply cause Antoine came back, he switched his attention to him, inviting to go on the terrace for a bit.

You followed them with your eyes, trying to read Antoine's expression but then you gave up, going back to your conversation with Presnel and Kylian.

Oli came back after a while. "He wouldn't tell me what was wrong but I think I figured it out, you should really talk to him." he said, winking at you again. "Why does it have to be me?" You thought, but still you joined him on the terrace.

He looked, if possible, even more upset than before but also a little embarrassed. You two looked at each other in silence for a little too long before you spoke "Anto what's going on? Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" he said a little surprised "No you didn't…"

"Then why aren't you talking to me? It's annoying and I don't fucking like it, we've always been able to tell each other everything."

Antoine sighed, looking away from you

"You're right Y/n, I was just upset and I didn't think I could control what came out of my mouth so I just decided not to say anything."

"But why are you upset?" he still wasn't looking at you.

"Because I saw you talking to Presnel and you two were laughing and I know it's stupid and it's not the first time one of my teammates hits on you cause you're gorgeous and smart and funny and it makes sense but still…you were laughing and you even had little inside jokes; like the ones you have with me. And I remember you saying he was cute some time ago and I don't know…It just upset me because I was jealous! But I know I have no right to be jealous cause we're just friends and everything but I am and it's fucking embarrassing. I know It's my problem and I shouldn't have ignored you, I'm really sorry Y/n" Thanks to the light coming from inside you could see he was blushing.

"Antoine, look at me" You said softly and when he did you noticed his beautiful blue eyes were shining with unshed tears.

You didn't give him time to say anything else because you kissed him, just for a second.

He looked at you, his eyes wide and deepened the kiss, one hand caressing your naked back and the other gripping firmly your hip.

"God knows how much I waited for this." He whispered.

[capricornlevi]

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. 

[windhamsrotunda]

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

[imoonf1]

COOKING WITH DADDY [D.R3]

Masterlist

Open request

Request: yes

Pairing: Dad!Daniel Ricciardo x F! Reader

#5 - coming home to the other one making a huge mess in the kitchen with the child(ren) because they were trying to make cookies

#50 -“Have I told you I love you today?”

Summary: Dad Daniel makes cookies with his son despite his poor kitchen skills

"Put the cup of flour where the mixture is, like that, stop stop sop" Trying to get Olí to stop throwing the flour, half was on the ground and the other in the mixture

"What happened daddy??"

"Nothing mate, come on you have to mix all and then cut the cookie"

cooking cookies should be quick thought Daniel before starting, but he didn't think that with his few culinary skills and a four year old it would take long, that's what he thought two hours ago.

To cook you only needed one container, but in the kitchen sink there were four of them, there were flour stains, dried egg whites on the counter and milk in some places.

"Mommy will like this, Mommy's food is very tasty, I want to cook like her" Oli said with a lot of concentration trying to cut the cookies

"Ohh you're going to do it mate, if mom doesn't kill us first" saying the last part in whispers saying it to himself

"I'M BACK, WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?" the voice was heard from the kitchen

"MOMMYYYY" Oli yelled as she got off Daniel's lap to run towards the entrance of the house

"Heyy babyy, how are you Oli baby??" I told him as I got to his height to hug him

"So good mommy, we are baking cookies with daddy it look very good, I'm going to be like you" As he grabbed me with his little hand to take me to the kitchen

It was impossible not to know my heart squeezed when he said he wanted to look like me or Danny, he was such an observant child and willing to learn about everything, in that sense he looked like Daniel, and he tried to be as careful as possible with everything, in that he was not like Dan, there was no doubt about that.

When Oli had said that he was cooking, I prepared myself not to be surprised by the mess that would be in the kitchen, leaving Daniel there was not a good sign, adding a hyperactive four-year-old child, Sometimes it was like having two children with different bodies

"Hey love" said Daniel waving his hand with a nervous smile

"Hey Dan" returning his greeting and I stood looking at all the mess around

"Have I told you I love you today?"

"Nop" I said looking at him with that little smile and making the P sound loudly

"Well, I love you darling"

"You're lucky I love you, but you're going to clean this up" With a smile as he pointed out all the dirty corners

"LOOK MOMMY, THIS IS SHAPED LIKE A DINOSAUR"

[valiantroeagleangel]

☆ 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

18+, MDNI

⥅mainly motionless in white, lorna shore and bad omens .

requests are closed for now. sorry my loves I'm having a hard time managing it all.

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[speedystarshine]

Hi hi! I was the Yan Manny and Yan matpat anon! And thank you so so much for doing them! They turned out fantastic u did such a good job 🥺🥺❤️❤️/gen!

If you don’t mind another ETN request (cuz beainrot lol) could you separate Yandere headcanons for Bretman, Oli, and Tana? Take as much time as you need!

(also can I be called 💋 anon)

Hi!! Ty for the kind words, and of course you can be called 💋 anon! Trying another format (again tee hee 🤡) so hope this came out okay!

Tana

-Soft yandere enjoyers pspspspspp

-I love her sm. Like actually you know yandere or not she would treat you right

-She's another yandere that would want to protect you from anything that could harm you :)

-The problem here however is that she want to protect you from EVERY little thing. You get a scrape and she acts like you just died/j

-She doesn't really like seeing people get hurt, preferring more if she could just be left alone with her darling but yk how some people are

-I feel like she would be very two-faced as a Yan.

-Soft and sweet around darling, but scarily stoic around those she deems a threat.

-only on rare occasions tho, she's not overall that violent

-oh and totally unrelated but she would absolutely give the best hugs backtotheheadcan-

-girl treats her kills like it's a normal thing or something you would be proud of (why aren't you proud of her? She did it for you... ☹️☹️)

-like actually just coming home covered in blood and being like "heyyy bby 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️"

-more manipulative than physical, although not over the top since unless she sees a reason to she would prefer not to have conflict

-11/10 would recommend

Oli

-SCRUNJLY BLORBO OUR BELOVED

-why is everyone from etn so 🥰🥰🥰💗💗💓💓

-no but actually he's so nice and protective of you and ajskfjdkka

-poor guy has no idea what he wants to do because he feels all these things for you but doesn't really know how to process or act on them?

-he'll figure it out in the end don't worry

-he loves you sm but unlike other yandere's (mat) he'll be way more shyer and toned down with his affectionate

-he doesn't want to try anything but one thing you'll definitely notice is that he's always hovering around you

-the affection he does show (in public, at least) will be something subtle like holding your hand or sprinkling in little compliments here and there

-would probably have a heart attack if you got voted into a challenge

-you make him go "🥰🥰😳😣" but also "😰😱😖😵" if that makes sense

-mainly concerned for your safety tbh and aims mainly on keeping you out of it rather then defending you from it

-more physical than manipulative, no offense but bro wouldn't be able to manipulate a fly 🙄

-also gives great hugs, mans a walking body heater and no I don't take constructive criticism

-10/10

Bretman

-woah there power couple, chill 🙄

-he'd be more possessive/obsessive, because yeah he does worry sometimes a lot but he knows that you can kick ass if you were in a situation where needed

-don't take that the wrong way tho he wouldn't hesitate to step in if you want him to or he feels it's gone too far

-he'd help you with makeup and stuff like that for sure. I mean c'mon, he's literally a beauty influencer (normally)-

- he would be really good at hiding his yandere tendencies, no one really notices and those that do think it's just innocent

-bro usually comes to YOU for hugs bc like remember earlier when Oli was your human heater? It's your turn bestie

-he likes holding your hand because in a way it's kind of like a mark but subtler?

-akkwjs you two lock pinkies constantly and he almost starts crying bc he adores it sm <3

-he likes wearing lipstick sometimes so when he kisses you it stains

-lmao random hc that he did one time but you didn't know and when y'all came back to the group everyone was looking at you like '🤨'

-he mainly tends to manipulate than do the physical stuff, but he wouldn't hesitate if it came to it

-also 10/10 we stan a ...male?boss?

-iajsnajak sorry I'm not too sure I got his character right

There you go, 💋anon! Sorry it took so long, I was very busy today 😣 Hope you liked 'em!

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Oli White's Secret

Everyone on tumblr knows that certain celebrities make anonymous tumblr accounts for personal use and to occasionally stalk their fans...and if you didn't know that already, you were about to find out.

You - Could my customers be any ruder?!?

You had finally finished your shift and gotten home from work and tumblr messaged the one person you were always looking forward to talking to. Working as a Barista in a coffee shop should be a job where you get to make people's days better, but you usually just ended up getting yelled at by uncaffeinated grumpy people.

Them (Oli) - Aww, I wish I was there to make your day better.

You - Don't worry, you always make my day better. Even though we live like 8 time zones apart.

Them (Oli) - Glad to hear it. I'd ask you about your day, but I'm assuming that wouldn't help your mood, lol.

You - Haha, you'd be correct. Though, it is Monday so I get to YouTube binge for a bit. I think Jack's new video has Oli and James in it and Oli has a video with Jack and Conor in it!! Double Oli videos today!

Them (Oli) -Go ahead, attend to your fangirling. I'm going to hop in the shower. I should be back by the time you're finished stalking British youtubers.

You - I feel so attacked. It's not like I'm you and actually live in the same city as them! Haha, I have to get my fix from afar!

Them (Oli) -Don't worry. I'm not judging your for your addiction. Enjoy your videos.

Oli didn't start his personal tumblr to stalk fans. The opposite, actually. He liked having a personal page where he followed blogs about writing and blogs about his favorite movies and bands. He wanted a space where he could be himself without actually being himself. He had found your tumblr because you often answered anon's asking for advice. It was more than half of what you posted. Oli had read through over 200 of the asks/replies on your page and had kind of instantly fallen in love with you. You were kind and smart and encouraging and so he messaged you telling you that he loved your page. You guys actually hit it off and now you talk almost every day.

You - I know I say this every time they're in a video together, but Oli and James have the cutest relationship. You - Like, he's going to make a great dad. You - I just know it. You - OMG hurry up! I'm out of videos!

Them (Oli)- You're obsessed.

You - Finally! You - And no I'm not! Youtube is my escape from my normal boring life.

Them (Oli) - I'm pretty sure you're obsessed.Them (Oli) - Plus, you aren't boring. Talking to you is the highlight of my day.

You - Actually, you are too. You - I'm so used to having people come to me for advice that I didn't really have anyone to go to before I met you.

Them (Oli) - Well I'm honored. I can only hope that my advice is half as good as yours.

Like most nights, you talked for about an hour. It was getting quite late in London, but Oli usually stayed up to talk. It had been almost a year since you guys became such close friends, but it had been almost 4 months since you had told him about your obsession with British youtuber Oli White and he had figured out that he now had a huge secret.

Them (Oli) - I think I'm going to fall asleep soon, love. I have to get up early tomorrow.

You - Of course, sorry I kept you up so late. You - OMG I almost forgot! I won tickets to Summer in The City and I think I have enough miles built up to buy a flight! You - Are you going??

Oli sat on his bed completely speechless. What was he going to do? He would have to lie and say he couldn't go or fess up and tell you that he was, in fact, the person you were hoping to meet.

Them (Oli) - I'm pretty sure I'm going.

You - You mean we might actually get to meet!?

Deciding he couldn't lie, he vowed to find a way to tell you soon.

Them (Oli) - Yes! I can't wait, actually. I hope I don't disappoint you. It's always weird meeting people you've never actually seen in person.

You - There's no way I'll be disappointed. I can't wait. Now get some sleep, buddy. <3 Talk to you tomorrow!

Them (Oli) - <3 Later, love.

It was worth the money, even if your miles didn't cover your plane ticket. You decided to book your flight and hotel room tonight. Confirming that both were good to go, you clicked back over to tumblr.

*Tumblr post* SUMMER IN THE CITY

Hey people, Y/n here! I have good news! *insert drum roll* I won tickets to Summer in The City! I cannot wait to visit London and meet a few youtubers. I know a few of you guys are going too, so make sure to message me so we can meet up! In case you guys are going to be there and want to find me, I'm adding a picture to the bottom of this post :) Don't judge me for my lack of make-up, I got home from work and got as comfy as possible. *post end*

Oli woke up the next morning and like most people, immediately checked social media. Nothing caught his attention until he opened tumblr and saw that you had actually posted a picture of yourself. Something you had never done before. And he couldn't believe the completely anonymous person he had fallen in love with was so beautiful. He was both excited and terrified at the same time. How was he going to tell you who he actually was?

He decided to send you an anonymous ask, asking for advice. You were who he went to for advice, so why not?

He waited all day for your response, checking his phone whenever he could get a second.

Anon : Hello, lovely. I am in a bit of a predicament. I am in love. I know the person I love at least likes me because she's told me that she does. I know, I know...what a problem to have. Here's the thing...She doesn't know I'm actually me. We met online, but I'm afraid that if she finds out that I've hidden this from her...Well I'm afraid she'll be mad and that she won't forgive me. I don't know what to do. Being able to actually be with her is worth the risk that she'll be mad, but thinking about losing her friendship because I messed up is killing me. This probably didn't make any sense. Hope you can help.

You had read this over and over. Words of encouragement usually came to you with no effort, but this one had you stuck.

You : Dear anon, This one is quite a doozy, isnt it?I always respond from the heart, so this will be no different. If I were you, I would prepare for them to be upset. Trust is a big deal and I think it would be totally understandable for them to be upset. On the other hand, if you already know they like you, then take the risk. Love is worth the risk. I'm sorry I haven't been much help. I wish you all the best. <3

Oli sat there reading your response over and over again. He was out to lunch with Joe and it was obvious he was distracted.

"Mate, what has you so upset?" Joe asked, concerned for his friend.

"It's nothing. " Oli replied, putting his phone down. "Gotta love girl problems."

"Oi, you've got girl problems? Share, buddy." Joe teased Oli.

Oli hesitated. "No, it's fine." He tried to act normal hoping Joe would stop asking, but when he looked up he was met with Joe's stare and raised eyebrows. "Fine. Dammit. I've been talking to a girl online but she doesn't know she's talking to me. We've been friends on tumblr for a year and I know that she likes Oli, she just doesnt know Oli is me. I'm pathetic and I messed up and now she's coming to SITC and she wants to meet me, but she also wants to meet Oli and I don't know what to do. I'm going to lose a great friend and miss out on love all in one fell swoop." Oli let his head fall.

"Damn." was all Joe said.

"Really? That's all you have to offer?" Oli asked, annoyed. "I bloody spill my guts and I get a 'damn.'"

"Hold on, you Randy. I'm just taking it all in. Don't lose your trousers." Joe reassured Oli. "What do you plan on doing?"

"I have to tell her. I just don't know if I do it online or when she's here." He replied.

"Mate, if you spring this on her when she's here she's going to flip. You have to tell her Asap. Give her time to process." Joe urged.

"I know, I know. I'll catch you later, buddy. I've got to try to fix this." Oli started walking back to his flat.

He sat there for over an hour trying to perfect his message.

Them (Oli) - I'm going to start this message with the words I love you and I'm sorry. I feel like I've broken your trust and I will do anything to make it right. My name is Oli White, I have a little brother named James, I have a few youtube channels, and I started this tumblr account to get away from being Oli White. I met you here on tumblr and I couldn't have been happier. It wasn't until a few months ago that I even knew you knew who Oli White was. I should have fessed up right then and there, but I was afraid I'd lose you as a friend and I didn't want to risk it. I don't even know how to start making this up to you. I want you to come to Summer in The City and I want to meet you because you've become one of my best friends and I'm pretty sure I've fallen completely in love with you. Please, please believe that I never meant to deceive you. I really hope you still come.

You sat staring at your computer screen, not knowing what to believe. If your friend was pranking you and actually thought this was funny, they weren't who you thought they were. If this really was Oli White and he let you fangirl to him about himself, you didn't know if you could ever face him. You didn't know if you were more angry or embarrassed.

You were leaving for SITC in two days and decided not to reply to the message at all. He knew what you looked like and he knew your name. If Oli or whoever you had become friends with wanted to talk to you, they could do it in person.

Oli was over at Joe's house helping him prepare for SITC and Joe could tell that he was still moping around. "Mate, she still hasn't replied?" He asked in a sympathetic voice.

"Nope. Not a single message. The only posts on her page are her responses to anons. She even deleted the one I sent. I really hope she's still coming. I have to be able to make it up to her." Oli replied.

"If she doesn't show up at your meet and greet, you should maybe plan a little speech or something for your panel. I've read some of the messages. She's either embarrassed or she doesn't believe you." Joe said.

"Yeah, I guess. I just wish I had told her right away." Oli sounded defeated.

You had stayed off of tumblr, for the most part, but you had noticed that Oli had tweeted multiple tweets sounding bummed out.*Why does your heart make you do stupid things?**Hey guys, no new video today. I'll make sure to post something soon.**Does anyone really want me to vlog SITC?* He just sounded very....not Oli. You wondered if it really was him that you had been talking to. Were you the reason Oli was in a funk?

Having just checked into your hotel, you pulled up your tumblr posting an update to your followers.

*TUMBLR POST* I'M HERE!

Hey guys, I MADE IT!!!

I'm heading straight out to mingle with everyone, so if anyone wants to meet up I'll be wearing the below outfit. Don't be shy! I can't wait to make friends. *END POST*

Oli saw your post and cheered, scaring everyone in the room with him. "YES! SHE CAME!"

"That's what she said." Jack joked, giving Oli a weird look.

"Wait, her? Like, HER her?" Joe asked.

"Indeed. Maybe I can win her back. " Oli replied, smiling for the first time in a few days.

You didn't go to Oli White's meet and greet. You couldn't get over being embarrassed every time you thought about everything you had messaged your online friend. You decided you could still hide in the audience for his panel, though.

"Everybody welcome Oli White to the stage!" the host announced.

"Hey guys! It's nice to see you all." Oli grabbed a mic and spoke, sitting down on the couch on stage.

"And we're glad to see you, Oli. How are you?" The host kept the interview going, occasionally bringing other youtubers on stage for games and challenges.

His interview was coming to an end and you felt really dumb. Oli seemed fine. Whoever you had been talking to online must have pranked you. It obviously wasn't Oli. You were even more upset that you had skipped his meet and greet.

"Anything else you want to add before we say goodbye?" The host asked Oli.

Oli's whole demeanor changed. He all of a sudden looked very nervous. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Actually, yes. I, umm. I have a confession."

"Oooh, spill." the host encouraged.

Oli stood and adjusted his clothes nervously. "Last year I met a wonderful person online. They were smart and witty and funny and kind and, um...Oh, god. I'm shaking. They basically became one of my best friends. I never told them who I was until about a week ago and I know that she's upset that I kind of lied. I didn't mean to be dishonest, I just didn't know how to tell her. I know that she's here this weekend and I hope that she's here in this room. Y/n, are you here?" the audience audibly gasped and started looking around for someone to stand up or reply.

You were shocked. You couldn't process what was happening. With eyes wide and your hand over your mouth, you slowly rose to your feet. Everyone's eyes were on you, when you heard the host speak.

"Is that your girl?" The host asked Oli.

Oli had a huge grin on his face. "That's her. Can you come up here?" Oli asked. "Please?"

Dropping your bag in your seat, you made your way to the stage. Oli speaking as you walked.

"This beautiful girl has let me vent and complain and obsess and never once did she make me feel bad about it. She always encouraged me and was patient with me." You finally reached the stage and he grabbed your hand and faced you. "She is perfect and I pray to God she forgives me." Oli put the mic back in the mic stand so you two could speak without the audience hearing you.

"Please tell me I can make it up to you?" Oli begged.

"You silly boy. Why didn't you just tell me it was you?" you had tears trying to escape your eyes, but you also had a big smile on your face.

"I don't know, love. I was scared and I messed up. Do I get another chance?" he asked, wiping away a few tears that had made their way down your cheek.

"I think I could give you another chance." you laughed, remembering you were on stage in front of a few thousand people.

"Don't pay them any mind, love. One more question?" Oli asked, looking straight into your eyes.

"Only one, and then we can stop being awkward in front of strangers." you teased. "Can I kiss you?" he placed his hand on your cheek, his cheeks turning bright red.

"I think that would be okay." you replied.

The whole audience stayed silent, gasping as Oli leaned in and captured your lips. That is, until Joe Sugg and the boys cheered from the back of the room "Yeah, Oli! Woooo!" and then the entire room joined in cheering.

"I've never had a panel end quite like that." The host added, joining in on the cheering.

You and Oli made your way back stage. "I'm so glad you showed up." Oli told you.

"Me too." you replied, leaning up to kiss Oli again.

You couldn't wait to log back into your tumblr and tell the story of your SITC adventure.

[lonleywriters-blog]

Heyo! Can I get some Oli white with a s/o with sensory issues?

Omg yes I have sensory issues myself

Yan. Oli white s/o with sensory issues

Pls don't reblog or take

Oli I the sweetest thing. He likes to people watch so he realizes that you have century issues pretty fast. He would try his best to make you comfortable while the game is still going on. If you don't like the feel or fabric of his coat he would instantly take it off and set it down somewhere or find something to do with it. If you enjoyed the feeling of fabric of his coat he would give it to you because it protects you more from the fabrics you don't like. He would try to keep you from bright/dim areas if you don't like them. If you don't like loud noises he would cover your ears. If you don't like silence he will hum or whistle to break the silence. He trys his absolute best to help your issues but he can't always keep you from the problems and when that happens he is the best at comforting you and getting you comfortable.

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Pinch me  ( Jack Maynard x Reader )

Jack Maynard x Reader Genre: fluff Word count: 517 | Requested: Could you do Jack Maynard fanfic where the reader is a dancer and she's very popular and one day the reader collabs with him. | 

a/n: Ahoihoi, so i’m just warning that this isin’t my best work ! and there are mistakes i am sorry. i wrote this on my phone cause my laptop is broken and yeah. <3

You walked into the dance studio and saw your manager with 3 guys that you recognized. Jack Maynard, Conor Maynard, and Josh Pieters. Being the fangirl you are you literally squealed and immediately covered your mouth.

All the attention went to you and you just walked to the couch where you threw your jacket and backpack. You cleared your throat and walked to your manager,

'' Hello, '' you said smiling at them trying to calm yourself. '' Yes, meet Y/n. One of our youngest and the most, let's say known, dancers. '' your manager told the Youtubers. You smiled and looked down. Your head snapped back up when you hear your name come from Jack's mouth.

'' Why are you shy? ''  he said laughing. You smiled, '' I'm not shy, I'm the opposite. '' you replied to him, he raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

''Alright Y/n, you're gonna make a video with Jack, I'm gonna then show Conor and Josh the rest of the group and their gonna make a video.'' your manager smiled and then walked out with Conor and Josh.

The door closed and you looked towards Jack who you caught checking you out.  '' Oui, stop looking me like you're gonna take a bite of me, '' you said laughing. Jack looked up and smiled '' Alright, so, I thought we could do like a Q & A with like questions for dancers which are you gonna answer, and then like teach me something. I literally came here with no ideas so let's see what's gonna come out of this.''

The door opened and Conor and Josh walked in, '' Hello!''  you screamed. '' I don't get it !!'' Jack said frustrated, you laughed and walked beside him, '' Okay, put your hands on your hips- '' you both put your hands on the hips '' - then lift your right hand and make a circle in the air and while you're doing that put your left arm behind your back. '' You both did the move.

''There you go!!'' You said excited and loud. Jack looked at you also towards Josh and Conor  '' It actually wasn't that difficult'' he said kinda shocked. '' Of course, it was easy, it would've been easier if you didn't flirt with the camera or me.'' You fired back making Josh and Conor laugh and Jack looking at you shocked.

''When are you gonna upload that video?'' You asked Jack, '' Tomorrow when we go to dinner, so i'll pick you up at 7 '' he replied bold. '' Ahh okay I'll look forward- WAIT WHAT?!'' your eyes went wide, you cleared your throat '' I mean, okay? I don't really know what to say. '' you said looking down.

'' Don't worry about it, '' Jack said walking towards you '' Wear something comfortable '' and with that, he left you shocked and confused. You sighed and whispered,

'' Someone pinch me. ''

[jackncon]

Friends or more?

Request:

byron for “I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.” please?? xx

Byron had texted you earlier that day, asking if you were still on for movie night at his since Joe was out. And so when you arrived at Byron’s and Joe answered the door, you were surprised to say the least. 

“Joe! Sorry, I just didn’t think you would be here.” you cleared your throat.

“Silly me, being in my own house and all.” Joe laughed, stepping aside to let you in. “C’mon, Byron’s already making popcorn.”

You entered the kitchen, Joe trailing behind as you sent Byron evils.

You pulled him aside as Joe cooked the popcorn. 

“I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.”

Byron only smirked at this, “Not jealous, huh? Whatever you say princess,” he said with a wink before situating himself on the couch. 

You huffed, going to sit next to him, before an oblivious Joe sat right between the two of you.

“So the goonies, yeah?”