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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Listening Party - N. Horan Imagine

ayyyeee guess who finally got up off her ass and wrote?

“Finally, petal what took ya so long?” Niall asks while you situate yourself on your shared bed beside him, leaning back against your headboard. It was the afternoon before his listening party, and being the “light of his life and all, it was only fair that you would be one of the first to hear it.” His words, not yours. But you did not let a single complaint go into your head you were ecstatic that he thought that. There were most likely other reasons for him doing this, like how he would be tugged back and forth between people all night like a vicious game of tug-of-war and you would probably be one of the last people he gets to upon entering the door with his arm looped through your own.

“I’m glad you asked…” You begin with a small smile. “First of all, I had to show support somehow, so I threw this little get-up on.” You twirled around in a small circle as Niall’s eyes adorned your figure, drowned in the largest “Heartbreak Weather” hoodie you could dig out of a box in the closet.

“Alright.”

“Snacks.” You continue, revealing a small, white box containing the leftover takeaway both of you ordered the previous night. “Soft, of course, because I need to listen to the songs but you never know when cravings strike.” You point out. Niall could not help but chuckle to himself at how you had certainly thought of everything.

“Fair ‘nuff.” Niall murmurs, lowering his body to place his bearded chin atop your shoulder. He caught a whiff of your shampoo and let out a soft exhale, which elicited goosebumps atop your arms and had the hairs on your neck standing at attention. You simply ignored it and carried on with your explanation of why it took so long to prepare.

“Oh, I also had to pee because I know we’re going to be here awhile from how many times I ask you to replay all the songs.” You lean your head slightly to rest upon his.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted the full experience, huh?” Niall laughed.

“Nope! Oh, that reminds me…” you pause and turn to pull open your bedside drawer, retrieving a CD you had snuck from one of the many boxes shipped to the doorstep months ago. “Will you sign this for me?” You ask with a giddy smile, waving the cased disc in front of his face. He snatched it from your grasp and let out a scoff of disbelief.

“Babe, I swear you’re more obsessed than my fans sometimes,” he shakes his head and gets up to find a Sharpie sitting on top of the dresser against the wall. He comes back to lay beside you and takes the end of the marker between his teeth to take the cap off. A small squeal leaves you as he strokes the marker against your bare leg, leaving a black streak. “What was that for?” You demand, a small pout coming up to your lips as your hand attempts to rub away the permanent marker. However, your plan was fruitless.

“Had to make sure it wasn’t dried out.” He smirks smugly, the cap still stuck in his mouth as his hand effortlessly scribbles his signature down onto the cover of the CD case. He also adds a small heart and adds a few words you could not quite depict with his hand covering a large portion of them. After capping the marker back, he hands you the disc back, and you can feel your heart grow even larger for the man beside you as your eyes studied the words written out:

to the light of my life

“Anything else ya need?”

“Yes. I was wondering if I could get a picture?” This earns an irritated roll of Niall’s eyes that makes you laugh.

“Kidding.” You say. “I already have plenty of those.” You lean towards his lips to plant a kiss upon them. After, you snuggle closer to him, taking an earbud his pinched fingers offered you, and placed it in your ear, while he took the other one and slid it comfortably into his own. “Alright, here we go.” He announces, playing the title track.

Throughout the first three songs, your head maneuvered from being beside his to resting on his chest, his hand coming up to soothingly stroke through your hair. Dear Patience concluded, you almost shifted from the feeling of Niall stiffening. You denied the thought and assured yourself it was nothing as the new beat played in your ears.

“What’s this one called?” You wonder aloud.

“Small Talk,” Niall replied. For some unknown reason, his answer came out with a heavy breath, as if he’d just finish a run or intense workout. But he’d not spoken for a few minutes until you had asked the question.

“You okay?” You look up into his eyes, now a darker shade than a few moments before. He nods, giving you enough reason to return to your previous position until your eyes catch obvious tinting in his sweatpants. Your eyes concentrate on this song, particularly the lyrics filling your ears. For some reason, the title seemed like the song which would hold a slower, somber pace. But no, it was quite the opposite.

With Niall’s hand still in your hair, and his cologne suddenly filling your nostrils, you could no longer deny the arousal now flooding your body. Through the pulsating beat, you could heart Niall’s heartbeat quicken in his chest. You bite your lip as a devious thought comes into your mind, and you decide to act on it without further hesitation. Your hand slides down from Niall’s warm chest and to the ever-growing mountain, slightly shielded by his sweatpants but still very noticeable. “Y/N, what are you…”

“Shhh…small talk only gets in the way, Niall.” You whisper in a sultry tone, your hand lightly rubbing over the crotch area of his sweatpants. If his constant panting was not any proof of how horny he was at the moment, the needy groan that followed surely did.

“I thought you wanted to…” His sentence is halted by a sharp breath as your hand traveled to explore beneath his boxers. “thought you wanted to listen to the album…finish it.” He moans.

“Well, I have all night to do that.” You say, removing the earbuds from both of your ears and unplug them from the phone entirely, letting the song continue as it reverberates amongst your bedroom walls. “I just want to take my time with this one.” You sit on his lap, earning another satisfied groan from Niall.

“You did want the full experience, huh love?” He quips, hands flying to rest upon your thighs. You lean down to lay a passionate kiss onto his lips and smile lightly while doing so.

“I mean, I did get the VIP package.” You joke, bringing your hand back down to his sweats.

binge-reading niall imagines? i’ve been there...but have you been to my masterlist?

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zaynmalikdickmedown · 3 years

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afeb · 5 years

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“Come on lovie, let daddy feel you.” Harry murmured in my ear. I nodded. “Need to here you say it, say it.” He demanded.

“Please daddy...please.” My cheek flushed in embarrassment as I hooked my arms around his neck and pulled him down, pressing my lips to his.

“Fucking hell.” He hummed against my lips. “You embarrassed by dirty talk princess?” I nodded. “Hm, I’ll have to talk twice as much to make up for it.”

I squealed out as he pressed his thick cock into my tight pussy, stretching me in the most delicious way. He was slow to begin with, but slowly picked up speed. He was grunting above me as I moaned over and over.

“So fuckin tight, always so tight. How do you do tha’? Bet you do it deliberately so daddy doesn’t last long.” He conjured up his own little conspiracy. He rammed his hips harder into me.

“Harry!” I squeaked out.

Suddenly his hand wrapped around my throat, fairly tight that my face began to turn red. He slapped my cheek, not hard, but enough to leave a little sting. “Don’t call me fuckin Harry, my name is daddy to you, you understand?” I nodded. His hips moved at a steady pace now. “Say sorry to daddy.”

“I’m sorry daddy!” I wailed.

He seemed satisfied and picked up the pace again, keeping his hand wrapped around my throat. “Such a good little whore, fuckin beggin for my cock today. Such a fucking slut, bet you would’ve gone to find another cock if I’d denied you baby, that’s how fuckin desperate you are.”

I shook my head in response.

“No? Good. I’m the only one who fucks this, yeah? I’m the only one who can feel how fuckin soaked you get, I’m the only one.” He mumbled, his hand moving up to my jaw. “Open.”

I did as I was told and stuck my tongue out. He gathered spit in his own mouth, letting the saliva drop into my mouth. I moaned loudly and Harry demanded I “swallow every last drop”, and I did just that.

“Daddy...daddy I’m gonna...gonna.” I was a whimpering mess.

He smirked down at me, removing from me completely. I was about to throw a fit but he moved down my body, face coming to my weeping pussy. He didn’t say anything, just flicked his tongue against my clit.

I jumped at the contact and wound my fists into his curls, tugging harshly as he increased the speed of his tongue. He then moved to inch his long tongue into me, swirling around before pulling out and moving back up to suck on my clit. I was done for at that point, and came all over his mouth.

He moved up my body, not letting my recover as he sat on my chest and parted my lips with his finger. His fist wrapped around his cock, tugging harshly before moaning my name and shooting his thick, hot load into my mouth, letting it drip down my rosy cheeks.

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mangutarico · 5 years

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Euphoria Season 1 Ep 3

Where the hell do I begin??!! Well first off I want to just say that this episode revolving around Kat is something I never knew I needed. Her character embodies stan culture, there is no other way of putting it.

The life of a teenager who is antisocial in real life, but a freak online writing away...sexually expressing herself through her love of one direction. Though now it would be more relevant to kpop, we see y’all motherfuckers writing about jeongguk sexing you down, don’t play.

The reason as to why this is the episode is what possessed me to write away was because of the accuracy in which this episode portrays our culture of fanfiction specifically smut. I personally loved it!! I thought it was the most accurate depiction I have seen of how we as a generation are online. Typically they take away all the fanfiction and act as if we lack the ability to put together a sentence, but in all reality, we really sit here and write “7,000 word” smutty filled stories about the unrealistic possibility of one significantly famous individual sucking the life out of another.

Though I enjoyed it, I saw a lot of backlashes the show or this specific episode has received for the notorious LARRY scene.

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Now if you are unaware of what was happening in the land of this community called or once known as the directioners (rip... more to my involvement) there used to be a subcategory of those crazed fans called Larry shippers. These were the individuals that had believed that Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were involved with each other not only romantically, but sexually of course. They were so passionate about their beliefs that it actually deteriorated the relationship these men had with each other as well we with other people at least in public. With this in mind, if it was so overbearing that Louis and Harry themselves became aware of it who was to say that no one outside of this world would either.

This was a culture created in a world accessible to everyone, so it was bond to be portrayed by someone somehow. Was it intense yes, was it out there OF COURSE!!! Did it probably make Louis and Harry uncomfortable... I am pretty sure but everyone including them were aware of the nastiness that was being created through smut in real life by their fans and that was just as displeasing, the only difference between the readings and this scene was that there was actual visual of it. But it’s not like the crazy-ass lines that were read before weren’t wild and intensely descriptive. I get the outrage I do, but they (the writers) just portrayed the reality of what was being done. If that is unsettling then maybe you got a glimpse on how it feels for these celebrities to read about themselves fucking their best friend.

But besides these thoughts, I have shared... Kat is and will always remain that BITCH!

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brokenheart-emoji · 6 years

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ihearthemcallingxx · 7 years

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masterlist

~ new and updated masterlist! newer content will be at the top of each section and I HIGHLY recommend you start with those lol ~

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one shots:

Heated Apologies [Smut]

And he’s absolutely drowning in her, like she’s a weight tied around his ankle and he’s sinking quickly towards the bottom of the Atlantic and maybe it’s the pressure of being in so deep or maybe he too is feeling the effects of the sips of beer he’d taken but he feels like kissing isn’t enough. Her lips are amazing but her touch is so inviting that it’s opening the door for him to yearn more.

In-Between Pink Sheets [Smut]

“Ya know, caesar salads really get me going, too.” He chuckled as he stepped tauntingly towards her.

She rolled her eyes, “Fuck you.”

“I bet tha’s what ya want,”

Birthday Girl [Smut]

“Well birthday girl,” he sighed as he rose back to his feet, gripping her wrists to pull her from the door. “I’m quite ready to deliver your present.”

“Then, I’m quite ready to receive it.” She replied with a cheeky smile adorning her face.

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blurbs:

Book of Endearment

Harry finds Y/N very endearing

Red Handed…And Blue

Olivia is a very naughty girl

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concepts:

something about being on top

something about your kisses

something about a baby carrier

something about face sitting

something about a kitchen sink

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requests

#masterlist #onedirection #onedirectionfanfiction #onedirectionsmut #onedirectionwriting #harrystyles #harrystylesfanfiction #harrystylessmut #harrystyleswriting #serieswriting #fanfiction #masterpost #oneshot #blurb #concept #request #ihearthemcallingxx

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o-o-phelia · 7 years

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One Direction Dirty Imagines (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/qp4aITgwrF the title says it all.

#fanfiction #harrystyles #larry #liampayne #louistomlinson #niallhoran #onedirection #onedirectionsmut #zaynmalik #books #amreading #wattpad

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13rwzodiac-blog · 7 years

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READ

I am a 13 reason why one-shot/imagine writer. Please send in requests.

I can also write imagines for other t.v shows like:

The Vampire Diaries

Teen Wolf

Containment

The Originals

13 Reasons Why

The 100

and my boys One Direction, including Zayn. Just letting you know, the 13 reasons why submissions will be my number one priority. ;)

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letmego-slowly · 7 years

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It's been a while since I've wrote. But if there's anyone still out there- I posted chapter one of my newest smutty fanfic

#one direction fan fiction #onedirection #harry styles #louis tomlinson #niall horan #liam payne #zayn Malik #onedirectionsmut

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zaynmalikdickmedown · 4 years

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Here we go again. Lmao I’m so bored because of this corona shit. I’m looking for rp partners. I do third person only AND DOUBLES. I keep forgetting to mention. Gotta be 18+ and like smut please. I don’t do fantasy storylines. I have no triggers or anything.

#harry styles #louistomlinson #louis tomlinson #liampayne #liam payne #niallhoran #niall horan #zaynmalik #zayn malik #onedirectionsmut #one direction smut rp #onedirectionrp #one direction rp #onedirection #one directiong #1Drp #1d smut rp

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afeb · 5 years

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Harry Styles - Gangster Washing Up pt.2

I didn’t tell Fred that Harry had stopped by and asked me out. I didn’t want to worry him, so when I walked down looking ready for a date night Fred’s eyebrows shot up as I walked into the kitchen.

“What you so dressed up for?” He asked, sipping his tea. I smoothed out the fitted black dress, adjusting the neckline.

“Do I look bad?” I asked, smoothing out my curled hair. He shook his head in response. “I’m just...going dancing with the girls, a nice night out.” That seemed plausible.

He cocked one eyebrow, thinking my story over. “Well...be safe and have fun, any issues come get me.” I nodded and waved goodbye, stepping outside.

It was a few minutes before Harry was due to pick me up, so I fixed my make up a little in a near by car window and waited for my ride. My eyes bulged as I saw Harry’s car pull around the corner, looking recently washed and stunning as usual. The window was rolled down, his hand dangling out the opening with a cigarette hanging from his fingers. He pulled up close by, getting out and throwing the bud into the street before settling his eyes on me.

My heart raced as he wandered up to me. He looked stunning, his pressed black trousers fitting him perfectly with a matching suit jackets and tie. His shirt was white and crisp. He stood before me, eyes trailing over me.

“You look beautiful.” He hummed, grasping my hand and tenderly kissing the back of it.

I blushed and looked up at him. “So do you.” His cheeks tinged red before he coughed awkwardly.

“Your carriage awaits.” He winked, placing his hand on the small of my back and leading me over to the expensive car. He opened the door for me, waiting whilst I got settled before slamming the car shut.

“Y/N.” I screamed out as someone spoke from behind me. I turned around to see a familiar face, one of Harry’s men, Alby. “Jesus! Didn’t meant to scare you love.”

Harry got in and turned to me. “Sorry, I had to bring him...heats been on me a little lately.” I gulped and looked down. “Hey, don’t worry we’ll have a nice evenin’, he won’t be here the whole time.”

I nodded and he pulled away. The car ride was silent, awkwardness filling the air. I had hoped that Harry and I would be alone, that I could ask him all sorts of questions and we’d have a truly romantic night. That image seemed to be slipping away from me, and I wondered if I was to fall for him if it would always be like this. Always having “heat” on him.

I saw Harry glance at me, I knew he knew that he’d messed up our first date already. He pulled up to his club, Alby and him got out at the same time and Harry opened the door for me. I smiled and adjusted to skirt of my dress, Harry’s hand landing on my back again as we skipped the que and walked straight in.

The place was packed, Harry greeting various people as we walked through to a small table in the corner of the room. The band played an upbeat tune, body’s swaying on the large dance floor as girls and guys alike had fun. Harry pulled out a chair for me, dismissing Alby who had followed us to the table. He sat close by, I suppose that would do as far as privacy.

Harry sat down next to me, his knee brushing against mine. A waiter approached with two glasses of champagne on his tray, placing them down along with a napkin and bidding a good night.

I stared at the glass. “I wouldn’t poisen you on the first date, usally do that on the fifth.” Harry joked, pushing the glass closer to me.

I giggled. “I’ve not had champagne in a while, can’t remember what it taste like.” I cautiously brought the rim to my lips, letting the sweet drink pour into my mouth and humming gently. Harry was smirking at me, sipping his own drink.

“So your brother tells me your a typist, down at those big companies sort of place.” He smiled, seemingly genuinely interested in my work.

“Anything to get out of London.” I sighed.

Harry cocked his head. “What’s wrong with London?” He asked.

I shrugged casually. “Just want to see more of the world, I have dreams of doing more than pushing a pram around.” He was staring at me intensely. “I just haven’t quite figured out those dreams yet.” I chuckled.

“Where would you go then?” He asked, eyes gazing off to the band who had just started a new set.

I pondered for a moment. “I walked past the travel agents the other day and had a look in the window, Rome looks nice, but I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.” I dreamily said. “I looked at the price and thought sod it, garlic bread from the store will do.”

Harry tilted his head back and laughed loudly, causing a few peoples head to turn and look at us. “I like that, yeah.” He finished off his drink.

We sat in silence for a moment, listening contently to the band playing. “Where would you go?” I asked.

He snapped out of his trance and looked at me. “Been to Paris once already,” my eyes widened. “I want to see America, what they can offer me.”

I frowned. “Not everywhere has to offer you something, can’t you just see?”

He cracked a crooked smile. “No point in going if there’s nothing for you there.” I frowned harder and finished my drink. Almost immediately a waiter came and handed me another drink, Harry politely declining.

“Agree to disagree.” I hummed, sipping my next drink. “What was Paris like?”

I leant my head in my hand, looking at him dreamily. “It was beautiful, the Eifle Tower, the Notre Dame, the food. Everyone walked everywhere, hardly any cars. The shops were expensive, just how I like it.” He bragged gently, making me smile. I sipped on my drink, the bubbling liquid making me feel more and more relaxed with each sip.

“That sounds amazing.” I dreamily sighed, leaning back in my chair a little. I finished off my second glass and another was placed in front of me quickly. “Tell me your earliest memory.” I smiled lazily.

His eyes became fond with a memory. “We had this cat, Mog, and she used to curl with me at night. Adored that creature...went missing during one of blitz though, haven’t seen it in years.” He said sadly. He quickly composed himself, turning his body once again to face me. “What’s yours?”

I smiled. “There’s a sweetshop right outside Convent Garden, oldest one in London apparently. Me and my brother would get the tube there every Friday and buy sweets with the pocket money dad gave us.” I smiled.

“What sweets?” He declined another drink from a waiter.

“Sherbet Lemons.” I grinned. “The best.”

He chuckled. “Hurt your teeth though.”

I frowned. “How?”

“Well when you chew-“

I scoffed. “You aren’t supposed to chew it!”

He scooted even closer to me, his face a few centimetres away from mine. “No? How am I meant to get the sherbitty bit?”

I gulped. “By being patient.” He moved closer. “By working at it.”

He hummed, his eyes focused on my lips. He wasn’t listening to anything I was saying, just looking at my lips. The music in the background was upbeat, the corner of my eye capturing people swaying to the beat, but my eyes stayed on Harry. He cautiously moved forward, his nose brushing hers before his lips finally landed gently on mine.

The kiss was slow, lips moving against mine as a steady romantic pace, we were in no rush. He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine, eyes sparkling at me. He cheekily smiled at me, pulling back.

His eyes flicked down to his watch. “I should get you back.”

My eyes dropped. “In-case I forget later, I had a wonderful night.”

His cheeks tinged red before he stood up, mumbling something under his breath I didn’t catch.

#harry #styles #harry styles angst #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harrystyles #onedirectionsmut #one direction #gangster #legend #love #kiss #date

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