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This is my most favoritest thing ever!!!

Newcastle, 27/10/2015 (via drawingdodie on twitter)

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Niall Smut: History Repeats Itself

Requested by anon. P.S. Niall really seems like that one kid in school who somehow mastered History lessons and remembered all the dates.

Nothing in the world could be more boring than learning for the 100th time about WWII and the Cold War, yet the class was required by your college so that’s why you were surrounded by History enthusiasts who managed to make the class seem longer than the painful one hour.

The only reason you hadn’t skipped a class yet was because of your professor. Technically he wasn’t part of the staff, he was an adjunct so he only taught your class but you were grateful that if it had to be any History professor, it was him. 

He was young, unorganized, awkwardly attractive and most importantly unequivocally enthusiastic and smart about the subject you cared and knew so little about.

As usual, he was punctually three minutes late and rushing to take the material out of his satchel to get the class started.

“All right, take out a sheet of paper and number it one through eight for me, please.” 

Rustling of papers filled your ears as students prepared themselves as he finally found lose crumpled sheets of paper.

“Everyone good? Yes? Okay. How did WWII start and why? List names and dates.” 

Fuck. Maybe a quick review of the book could have helped but it was too late. Much to late. So you did the only logical thing. You wrote ‘I don’t remember how or why and honestly I don’t care. Sorry.’ 

As the students finished writing he continued asking the remaining seven questions which all had a similar answer to the first question on your paper except the last question, he specified, was worth five points. ‘Fuck me.’ you wrote defeated and completely aware of your failure.

“Good, let’s turn those papers in shall we?” he collected the quizzes and scanned through the answers, raising an eyebrow at a specific paper. You were almost sure it was yours.

There were still forty-five minutes left so you occupied your mind analyzing his work attire and mentally commenting on if the pair of shoes he wore matched his tie. They did not.

The professor looked at his watch and said, “Time’s up. Have a nice weekend.” class was dismissed but oddly enough, you weren’t.

“Um Y/N, I need to discuss some of your answers on the quiz. It didn’t go too well, as you may have concluded.” you sighed and wished you could be crowding around the door like everyone else, and finally start the weekend but that wasn’t the case.

“I know. I just don’t-  I’m not interested in this class and you caught me off guard with the quiz.” he leaned on his desk and nodded.

“I understand Ms. Y/L/N, but I’m concerned about the last answer. I quote, ‘fuck me.’” he took a deep breath and looked at you intently, “Is it literal, offensive or self deprecating?” you smiled at his embarrassed and somewhat serious demeanor. 

“Well, what do you want it to be?” you were taking a chance but what the hell, you were failing anyway, worst thing that could happen would be you having to drop the class.

His pale face was no longer ivory colored, it was rosy like the hair of the girl sitting next to you.

“I- I don’t- neither one- well, not neither one but-” he was so cute when he stuttered.

“Listen, I’ll help you out. Do you think I’m hot?”

“That’s not an appropriate question.” his tone was too low and trembling to be taken seriously.

“Do you or don’t you?”

“Yes! You’re smokin’ okay? What’s your point?” He was breaking.

“We’re both legal, we both think each other hot, and we’re in a classroom alone. Signs point to the first option. It’s literal. Fuck me in a literal sense.”

He had laid down his jacket down by now, since the conversation wasn’t as short as planned. 

“You’re bold for proposing such an idea, I’ll give you that but the consequences to this are… infinite.” Professor Horan was now loosening his tie from the heat of the situation and risk he might take.

“I thought about that for both of us. You’re an adjunct so the only thing you might risk is returning to the other college and maybe a strong reprimand, depending how bad the situation is. As for me, I’m already failing, I can take it another semester.” 

He scoffed and shook his head. “This will be so wrong.”

“Oh come on, I noticed you looking at me a little too often for a student. Especially since I don’t give a shit about History.”

He stood quiet for a few seconds and finally announced the verdict.

“I do want to fuck you. I really do but-” you slid your hand down the desk, right under his butt and gave him a tight squeeze.

“What was that?” you smiled scooting closer to him.

“Fuck… Okay let’s get this out of our system.”

You won. Professor Horan ran to close the door and came back to you.

“We only have an hour until the next class starts. Let’s not stall.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

That’s when he left behind his profession and assumed the position of a hot guy named Niall ready to fuck you on this very desk.

He had taken his spot next to you and started off by kissing you. Savoring every kiss, one after another, trying to get acquainted with the new feeling and texture of your lips and kisses.

Never in his life had he broken the rules, but that day, he didn’t care and enjoyed being a rebel like those revolutionaries he studied for so many years.

Meanwhile, as you let him kiss you, you undid his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt enough to be able to feel the soft and hard contrasting parts of his skin where he had muscle and didn’t. Niall kissed you down your shoulders and arms, working to remove the flimsy tank top you’d thrown on that morning five minutes before class. With one hand behind your back unlatching your bra, the other removed all the currently unnecessary papers from the desk that clattered and dispersed on the floor.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“I bet you did.” you giggled and unbuckled his belt soon discovering he wore nothing underneath.

“God, who’d have thought a History professor could be so sexy.” it was more of an inner comment but it left your lips anyway.

He laughed nervously and pulled down your unfortunately too tight skinny jeans with a little more trouble.

Luckily you had chosen a decent pair of lacy black panties that matched your bra.

“Goddamn, this could start a war all in itself.” he mumbled.

“Sexy, smart and a nerd. My type of guy.” you said sliding down your panties once and for all, placing them next to your long forgotten backpack.

Professor Horan then got off the desk and told you to lie down completely, taking up the whole desk. His instructions turned you even more on and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure he was causing.

He noticed this and felt it like it was his duty to alleviate your frustration by prying your legs open and climbing in between the free space with his knees and placing one arm right by the side of your ribcage, grazing it lightly.

Before you knew it, he inserted two fingers in and started searching for your sensitive spot. He kept pumping his fingers in and out, encouraged by the grip of your hand in his hair and the way your hips lifted from the desk towards his hand. He curled his fingers a few times, and saw you writhing beneath him hopelessly. 

“Shh,” he reminded you to be quiet and within a few more minutes of hitting the same spot, he made you orgasm.

Niall then gave you some time to catch your breath by kissing you under your ear lightly and telling you how good you were. He made his way down, kissing your clit once and teasing your center with his tip a few times so you could get ready for him.

You nodded and he entered sighing deeply in relief and closing his eyes taking in how wet you were for him and how pretty you looked under him.

He furthered himself into you and pulled out, making you whimper wanting him back which he soon did staying a little longer before backing again.

Holding himself up with one hand, he used the other one to feel your nicely shaped breast causing a bigger arousal for the both of you. He finally felt comfortable with his position and started pumping in and out of you more regularly, moving his hips in circles making sure to hit every spot. You were moaning every second now, already sensitive from your previous orgasm and ready for the new one. Niall kept looking at your perfect mouth, open from the pleasure he was giving you and kept accelerating his pace. 

You weren’t even able to announce that you were coming that it happened and came before your words. At that point, you grabbed his ass and pulled him closer into you, looking into his eyes and nodding for him to let go and he did.

His face was tense and full of wrinkles but it relaxed from pleasure soon after and he looked glorious.

He held himself up a little longer and finally sat back in his spot reaching for his pants and wiping the sweat off his forehead.

You slipped your bra on and tank top back on finishing up the rest while admiring Niall’s now semi transparent white crumpled shirt from the sweat.

The professor was done dressing up as well and finally made eye contact with you.

“This was a one time thing.”

“Mmm. Sure.” you winked, slipping into his pants your phone number and picking up your underwear throwing them at him.

“Just a souvenir.”

He caught them mid air, watched your tight jeans walk out of his room and knew exactly what that meant. 

It wasn’t a one time thing.

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Masterlist: Preferences, Imagines & Smut

Up to date

Concert you guys go to

Names

Date

Massage

Turn On’s

Thoughts about another member

Questions

Night Out

Undressing ☆

Laughs

Meeting For the First Time

Walking Around A City ☆

Metro Station ☆

Paint Fight ☆

Reading

Booty

Checking You Out

Make-Up

Accidents

Tangled ☆

You’re A Fan But Pretend You Don’t Know Them

Love/Hate

Teach Me ☆

Songs

Games

Closed Eyes

Perfumes ☆

Lips

Watching TV Late At Night

He’s A Punk

Random

Homecoming

Pmsing

Homework

Beauty Problems

Autumn

Friends + ☆

You Do A Challenge/ Internet Fad

Love Disappointments

Miss You

Sweaters

Trails ☆

He Takes Your… ☆

He Gives You Sex Lessons (Not Dating)

He Comes Back From Tour And Surprises You

You Love Him but He Doesn’t Love You

Meeting The Family

You Act Like You Hate Him ☆

Winter

Touch

New Year’s Resolutions

Fears

Museum/Art Gallery ☆

Your Sex Song

Soothing

Time Off

Sick

Curse

None (must’ve forgotten it)

His Tell ☆

Bet

Writing

Picking A Best Man ☆

Protective

Moving-In

Plane Ride

Picking Furniture/Decorating ☆

He Has A Stomachache

Kitchen Activities ☆

Prejudice

You’re In The Same Class

Working Out

Playing With Your Hair

Love Letters

Buying A Pet

Drunk

Adrenaline Rush

AU: He’s Your Professor

Style ☆

You Catch Him Looking At You

He Punishes You

Tension

Forgetting

Touchy Subjects

Mornings

Tea ☆

Familiar Face

Sassy

Warmth

Steal

You’re Ticklish

Valentine’s Day

Your First Time ☆

Going Into Labor

Gifts

Lipstick ☆

He’s There For You

Vibes ☆

Irresistible

Proposal

Where He Likes To Kiss You

Blush

Best Friends In Love

Sports

Shy

Amusement Park

You’re In A Relationship But One Of the Boys Dislikes You

Jealous

Marks ☆

Habits

Gentleman

You Wear His Clothes ☆

Hugs

Road Trips ☆

Lessons

Crazy Acts of Love

AU: He’s Your Older Brother

How You Make Up After A Fight

Shopping

Secrets

When He Realizes He Loves You

Sexual Tension

Festivals (Musical) ☆

Talk

AU: Different Job ☆

Temptation ☆

Opposite

Places To Cuddle

He Wants Kids But You’re Not Ready

Restless Nights

He Confides In Another Girl

Rain ☆

Health Problems

Kinks

Quirks

Notes

Stains ☆

Teasing

Embarrassment ☆

Gazing

Kisses

Showers ☆

Natural

One Night Stand

Trust

Based on “Sex” by The 1975

Based on “Photograph” by Ed Sheeran ☆

Let Me Love You

Crave

Sparks

Whisper

He’s A Virgin But You’re Not

Breathing

Runaway

Camping ☆

You’re In The Mood But He’s Not

Forgotten Anniversary

Sex on the Tour Bus ☆

Hickeys

He Grabs…

Red Carpet

Flowers ☆

“Let’s Try…” ☆

Hands

AU: Soulmates

Colors

AU: Maid ☆

Threesome

You Give Him A Haircut

You Work For Him And Have Sexual Relations

Fool’s Gold

Stars ☆

After Work

Cold Coffee’ by Ed Sheeran

Money

He Dates Your Best Friend But You Like Him

Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls

Nudity ☆

Zodiac Signs

Comfortable

AU: He’s A Prince ☆

AU: Different Time Period ☆

AU: Single Parents  ☆

Storm

Blackout

Holiday Meeting

Misunderstanding

Tears

Dreams

Neighbors/Roommates ☆

Proud

Broken ☆

AU: Single Parents Part 2

Pretending To Be A Couple

Hiding ☆

AU: You’re A Doctor

Road Rage ☆

Too Hot

Romantic

AU: He’s Your Annoying Brother

Summer

Sharing

Superstition

Sugar

Illegal ☆

He Teaches You How To Play An instrument

Drop

Erotic ☆

Not Pretty Enough

Goosebumps

Imagines:

Louis

Louis Part 2

Niall: Under The Willow Tree

Niall: Water Park ☆

Zayn: First Night Over

Harry: Accident

Liam: Permanent

Zayn: Destiny Text

Zayn: Destiny Text Part 2

Zayn: Destiny Text Part 3

Zayn: Destiny Text Part 4

Zayn: Destiny Text Part 5

Zayn: Destiny Text Part 6

Zayn: Destiny Text Part 7

Harry: Tough Match

Niall: Sex Talk

Louis: Post Office Trouble ☆

Harry: Lucky Number 13 (Series) ☆

Harry: Lucky Number 13 (Series) Part 2

Harry: Lucky Number 13 (Series) Part 3

Harry: Lucky Number 13 (Series) Part 4

Harry: Lucky Number 13 (Series) Part 5

Harry: Lucky Number 13 (Series) Part 6

Harry: Lucky Number 13 (Series) Part 7

Harry: Lucky Number 13 (Series) Part 8

Harry: Hiccups ☆

Harry: All Natural

Ziam: Kiss

Niall for Emily: Just Friends

Niall: Greek God AU ☆

Niall: The Real Thing

Harry: Protector

Niall: Stockholm Syndrome ☆

Liam: Midnight Writings

Louis: Laundry Room ☆

Harry: Over Thinking

Harry: Song Session

Harry: Peace Maker ☆

Harry: Flower Power

Louis: Change

Niall: Sex Talk Continued

One Direction: Smiling Through The Pain

Harry: College Acceptance

Niall: Two Great Accomplishments

Niall: Soccer Game

Harry: Clouds And Meadows ☆

Niall: Cup of Coffee’ ☆

Louis: Thirsty

Harry: Irreplaceable

Niall/Harry: Aquarius

Louis: Tossing and Turning

Zayn: The Ball

Liam: What Happened in Venice?

Louis: The Lighthouse (Series) Part 1 ☆

Louis: The Lighthouse (Series) Part 2

Louis: The Lighthouse (Series) Part 3

Louis: The Lighthouse (Series) Part 4

Louis: The Lighthouse (Series) Part 5

Louis: The Lighthouse (Series) Part 6

Louis: The Lighthouse (Series) Part 7

Louis: The Lighthouse (Series) Part 8

Zayn: First Night Over Part 2 ☆

Niall Imagine: What’s Missing

Liam: Superbowl

Smut:

Harry Smut: Taken For Granted ☆

Liam Smut: That Dress

Harry Smut: Valentine’s Day Lust

Louis Smut: Dominant

Liam Smut: Beach Day

Zayn Smut: Not All Is Lost

Zayn Smut: Fury ☆

Harry Smut: Brutally Honest

Niall Smut: Camping 101 ☆

Louis Smut: Sweet ☆

Niall Smut: History Repeats Itself ☆

Harry Smut: Golden Elevator ☆

Louis Smut: Hard Game

Niall Smut: Do It Yourself

Niall Smut: Dr. Horan ☆

Zayn Smut: Psychology ,Cake, and Sex

Liam Smut: First Lesson

Harry Smut: Pole Master ☆

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2 am

Zayn: He was leaving you tomorrow. The road, the tour, they called his name in anticipation. He was excited to go, excited to sing. But he cast his mournful coffee eyes back to your sleeping figure- he was not excited to leave you. The days seemed to be going too fast, and too soon it was today and time hung over his shoulder, it’s ghostly fingers tapping Zayn on the shoulder. It would not be ignored. It was 2 am and Zayn had about four more hours until he had to leave. He’d held you all night, kissed you until his lips were swollen and numb from yours. He’d made love to you in every single way he could think of so he could memorize the way your body bowed and sighed beneath and above his. He’d taken you out, he’d stayed in with you. Making this week about all the things you wanted to do with him before he left. But he had one thing he had wanted to do, one thing he still needed to check off the list. He’d done everything but draw you. You never sat for him, (no matter how much he begged) you didn’t like it. You always said, “I feel so weird.” But in truth you didn’t let Zayn draw you because those dark eyes could see right through you, and you were scared he’d see how much need you held for him. But tonight you slept, and Zayn could draw. He lit a candle by the bed, wanting to see how the light would lick over your skin, creating shadows and the smooth color of gold. You shifted, your hand stretching out for him, moving over his cold pillow. Quickly, he adjusted, drawing the way your hand, palm up, searched for him. It was an invitation, a seeking need and Zayn sighed. You looked beautiful in the caramel light and he took a drag of his cigarette. He would have you like this always in his mind. Soft, vulnerable, looking for him in your unconscious state. He finished his drawing and slid into bed beside you, pressing his cigarette lips to yours, filling you with smoke, fire, and his love.

Liam: “L is for the way you look at me,” he was singing, moving around the kitchen making a midnight snack. He’d been unable to sleep and he figured a nice sandwich and some hot tea would help cure his sleeplessness. He didn’t like to get out of bed and leave you but he couldn’t stare into the darkness any longer. He had counted sheep, he tightened every muscle to relax it, but nothing worked. “Whatcha doin?” Liam turned and chagrined, knowing he had woken you up.  You looked adorably ruffled, your hair sticking up on the side and your eyes still heavy with sleep. You still looked warm, and Liam wanted to wrap himself around you until you were no longer two, but just one. “I can’t sleep,” he said pulling out the cheese. You sat at the table and he kept singing, his deep voice making you shiver. One of the nicest things was being able to hear Liam sing at all hours of the day. Whether it was on commercial breaks, cooking or just playing with your hair. Liam sang for you. “I love that song. My dad used to sing that to my mom,” you offered, watching him set down his plate. “Really? You never told me that,” he offered his hand and you looked at him, your eyebrow raised. “What?” He laughed and pulled you to your feet himself. “I want to dance with you,” he pulled you to his chest and began singing again, your cheek against his. “O is for the only one, I see.” You didn’t tell Liam this, but when you were younger you’d creep down the stairs and see your parents doing exactly this. Your daddy used to tell you to wait for a man who will dance with you at 2 am in your pajamas, not caring how you looked or if you had makeup on your face. He would dance with you just because he wanted to hold you. Liam dipped you, his bright grin shining down on you. “We’re the next Fred and Ginger,” he said whirling you back up. “I love you,” you said, lips against his ear. He squeezed you tighter, not even realizing what he had just done.

Louis: “Can you pass me the blue, please?” You asked stifling a yawn. He shook his head, coloring in the water above Ariel’s head. “Sorry, I’m creating the ocean right now.” He said back, nudging your shoulder. It was two a.m. on a Friday night and neither of you could sleep. So of course, the obvious decision between you and Louis was to start coloring. He didn’t mind that the only coloring book around was Disney Princesses. He had called dibs on Ariel immediately, leaving you to frown at him. “People think I live such a glamorous lifestyle,” he dead-panned finishing off the top of the waves. He handed you a blue crayon and grabbed green, getting ready to start on Ariel’s tale. “I think this is glamorous. You’ve got a fire place, a gorgeous girl and a bottle of wine,” you winked, using the blue to color Belle’s dress. “This is pretty ritzy,” he chuckled. Honestly, Louis preferred this. It was quiet, intimate and he had you all to himself. He was more than happy to take you out on his arm to an event, but these small private moments were the best. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve done anything in my life that compares to this,” he said quietly. You’re cheeks flamed and you kept coloring, not meeting his gaze. “Yeah, okay,” in what world could coloring in a 5 year old’s book compare to a world tour? “It is. Because I’ve got everything I need right here with me,” he took your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckle. “Like you said, I have my best girl, a bottle of wine, a fire to keep warm and a roof over my head. I could die happy right now,” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and began coloring again like nothing had happened. “Really?” You finally whispered. You had always worried if this life was enough for Louis, after traveling on the road and seeing such wonderful places. “All I need for the rest of my life,” he said, hand cupping your jaw, “Is you.”

Harry: “Would you like some ice cream with your whipped cream?” You lifted a brow as Harry doused his sundae in whip cream. He lifted his eyes to yours, the green irises asking if you were serious or not. “It’s the best part of a sundae,” he said slowly, his voice carrying mild traces of disbelief. “You couldn’t be more wrong,” you shook your head and grabbed the hot fudge, dumping at least half the jar on top of your ice cream. Harry grimaced, his stomach rolling at the amount of sugar you just added. He popped a cherry into his mouth and dropped a few on top of the cream. “Mine’s better,” he taunted, licking his fingers clean. “Nuh uh,” you smeared chocolate on his cheek and he laughed. It was 2 a.m. and you were both dead tired, but neither of you could fall asleep. You’d worked up quite an appetite, and the only thing both of you wanted in your post-sex glow was some ice cream. He rubbed his cheek against yours, smearing the chocolate sauce over your white skin. He licked it off, his eyes wicked. “Mmm, chocolate and you.” You finished off your sundae and Harry lifted you, sitting you on the island in the kitchen. He hopped up next to you, both of your bodies touching from shoulder to foot. “Sure you don’t want a taste?” You asked, taking a ginormous bite out of your creation. “Sure,” he opened his mouth and you made sure you got banana, chocolate sauce and the chocolate ice cream before you fed it to Harry. His eyes lit up and he opened his mouth again after the first bite. “That’s yummy!” You took turns off and on, feeding each other bites of your sundae until they were gone. “Are you full?” He asked suddenly. You moaned in response, your hands clutching your stomach. “I couldn’t eat another thing,” He grinned at you, tossing you over his shoulder. “I could,” he gave your ass a smack and grabbed the chocolate sauce, carrying you upstairs to make his own personal sundae. 

Niall: His fingers traced yours in the darkness. His calloused hand gliding over your soft one, causing the most wonderful sort of friction. His index finger traced the curve of each of yours, over and up and back down again. He ran his thumb across your palm, your life lines and then pressed his lips to it. “Tell me,” you whispered, only able to make out his silhouette in the darkness. You knew he was grinning though. “We’d live in Ireland. In a cute little cottage with a stone front, just how you like. There’d be fields on all side of us, bright and as green as you’d ever seen. We’d watch Derby together, even though you don’t understand-” he broke off laughing and you joined. You’d been dating Niall for two years and you still didn’t understand. His lips hunted in the darkness until the found the tip of your nose, to which he gave a soft kiss. “I’ll watch all your dumb shows with you. And we’ll have our Friday night pizza and beer traditions still but when the kids come we’ll have to switch to soda.” His hands were still moving over yours and you could see it, your life with Niall. Fresh air, open spaces and him, filling up your whole life. “Kids, huh?” You asked, the smile on your face growing by the second. “Aye, kids. With their fathers accent and their mothers eyes,” he kissed you softly on the lips. Niall had never shared aloud his dream with you of how his future would look, but he figured it was about time. “We’ll marry in Ireland- I hope. In the church where my parents were wed. We’ll go wherever ye’d like for honeymoon, although it won’t matter much because I won’t be letting you out of bed.” You laughed and leaned your chin on his chest, your hands tracing his lips. You saw it. All of it. You in white, Niall in grey, standing with his brother and father proudly as you walked toward him. “You’ve been dreaming for a while about this then,” You asked softly, wanting the vision he painted more than anything. “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, baby girl.” he answered back, his fingers pushing your hair off your face. “There was never a dream before you.”

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HARRY’S RAW VOCAL ON WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO

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Niall laughing (and smiling) on the Honda Civic Tour Diary: Part 2

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KIK ME NOW!!! 💘💘💘

Hey! I'm looking for... -F/M -long term -someone to play a dominant male -down for whatever -I would prefer to rp with a girl I have a few plots already. I WANT SOME SMUT Kik;;; StayWildFlowerChild

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MASTERLIST (Mobile)

PREFERENCES

Giving Me a Chance

Louis (Part 1) (Part 2)

Zayn (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Niall (Part 1) (Part 2)

Harry (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Liam (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)  

Impediments

Liam (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Harry (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) 

Zayn (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Niall (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Extra Attention: All (Smut)

Lechery (Smut)

Harry

Liam

Louis

Niall

Zayn

Droopy: All

Happy Ending: All (Smut)

Jealousy: All

      IMAGINES

Too Long: Liam (Smut)

All This Time: Zayn

Making It Up To You: Harry (Smut)

Just One: Niall (Smut)

Crossing the Line: Niall (Smut)*

Intense: Louis (Smut)*

Consumed: Liam (Smut)*

The Plan: Harry (Smut)*

Prelude: Niall*

High Standards: Niall (Smut)* 

Down the Road: Niall*

Under the Circumstances: Liam (Smut)*

Dripping: Niall (Smut)*

Stellar: Liam (Smut)*

Petulant Boy: Niall*

Object of Affection: Random (Smut)*

Tell Me, Exactly: Zayn (Smut)*

Soiled: Niall (Smut)*

Apparently: Louis*

Petulant Boy: Niall (Smut)*

Keeping It Down: Louis (Smut)*

Clumsy: Niall (Smut)*

How To Deal: Louis*

Never Mind: Niall*

So Cold: Liam* (Part 1)(Part 2)

Just to be Sure: Harry (Smut)* (Part 1) (Part 2)

How To Deal: Louis (Smut)* 

Reserved: Liam (Smut)* 

Girlfriend Duties: Niall (Smut)*  

That’s What You Get: Zayn (Smut)* 

Quality Time: Niall* 

Quick Fix: Liam (Smut)*

Fierce: Zayn (Smut)*

Do Something: Niall (Smut)*

Shameless: Liam (Smut)*

Insatiable: Louis (Smut)*

Filthy: Harry (Smut)*

Change of Plans: Harry (Smut)*

In Awe: Niall (Smut)*

Breathless: Niall (Smut)*

Diversion: Niall (Smut)*

Hush: Harry (Smut)*

BLURBS

Meeting Louis at a Restaurant

Taking Care of Niall

Scary Movies with Zayn

Public Appearance After Engagement with Liam

Harry Takes Care of You

Harry Wakes You Up

Playful Sex With Louis (Smut)

Harry Panics

Too Hot With Niall (Smut)

Zayn’s PDA

First Time With Zayn (Smut)

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Crossing the Line: Niall (Smut)

A/N: My first request! I hope you like it.:) I enjoyed writing this too much, I finished it before my Louis Imagine, which I should be able to finish by his birthday. Yay.:))

(Masterlist)

“I can’t find my keys,” Niall slurred worriedly.

“You’re holding it, dumbass!” I laughed at him.

He laughed with me until we both couldn’t breathe. We have always been like silly kids, even after all these years, doing crazy things to make ourselves laugh our asses off.

It started with just a pint to celebrate his homecoming like we always do. Then we opted for shots. And here we were, back in his flat to unwind.

We stumbled into his flat, laughing uncontrollably at ourselves and falling on the floor. Even when he’s wasted, he managed to land on his back to keep me from hurting myself.

I looked up at him, the smell of alcohol from our breaths mixing in the small space between us. He looked me straight in the eyes as his hands ran up and down my sides.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the dating slump we’ve both been going through. Whatever it was, we both knew right then and there that we wanted the same thing.

He leaned closer and kissed me. Never did I imagine that I’d do this with my best friend. We were about to cross a line where there’d be no turning back, and I honestly couldn’t care less. Not at that moment, no.

I took of my coat as he sat us up. He carried me over to the couch, not breaking the kiss, and started to take off my clothes, leaving me in just my undergarments.

He was quick to undress himself, settling comfortably on the couch completely naked and hard for me. I was so hungry for his cock. Damn, we both really haven’t had a proper fuck in a while.

I got down on my knees in front of him and kissed the head of his cock, making him hiss. With one hand lightly massaging his balls and the other stroking his length, I sucked him until I felt him tense up.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” He shouted, out of breath as his entire body jerked with his orgasm, spilling his load in my mouth.

“You have got to be kidding me, Horan” wiping off his cum on my chin. I wanted to be angry at him for finishing before he’d fuck me, but then again we were both so drunk.

I got up, ready to crash for the night since I clearly wasn’t getting some.

“I’m not done with ya.” He pulled me back down to his lap, unclasping my bra and leaving me in only my underwear.

“It’s okay,” I rubbed his chest and rested my forhead on his. I didn’t want to make him feel bad for this.

“I want you,” he whispered, leaning closer to kiss me.

He slipped his hand into my underwear and inserted 2 fingers inside me.

“Fuck!” I gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure. “Don’t do that” I choked out, grinding my hips to fuck his fingers.

“Do you really want me to stop?” He smirked before kissing me, tugging on my lower lip.

He pumped faster, adding another finger; and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, my arms wrapped tight around his head, my fingers pulling on his hair.

I was too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside me, not noticing that he had gotten hard again. I kissed his shoulders and licked a long line up to his jaw.

He removed his fingers and pulled my panty to the side, teasing my clit with his cock.

“Mmm…I want you too,” I said, biting on his neck.

I started rolling my hips, letting his dick hit the right spot on each thrust.

“Oh… yeah,” he moaned, tightly gripping onto my ass.

“Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Horan” I teased, my voice hoarse from all my screaming.

He flipped us over and removed my underwear, nearly tearing it off. On his back he laid, spooning me. He started to thrust rapidly, making the couch squeak every time he rammed into me. I raised my leg up towards my chest and my toes curled as I brought my hand down to play with my clit, bringing myself closer to my orgasm.

“Harder, Niall! Harder!” I begged, wanting nothing but a sweet release. I could feel his hot breath hit my neck on every thrust.

“Right! There! Fuck!” I shouted every time he perfectly hit my G-spot. “I’m so close,” I said in between my moans.

His hands grabbed my breasts, tugging on them as he fucked me fast and hard. I screamed through my whole orgasm, not even noticing that he too had cum inside me.

He pulled his cock out of my soaking pussy, our juices mixing together. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out soft cries of pleasure, fresh from his fucking.

“That was…” I couldn’t finish, trying to catch my breath.

“Yeah, it was,” he answered, pulling me closer to rest my head on his arm as his hand kept playing with my breasts.

“You really are the best friend I could ever have,” he said with a soft chuckle. I looked back at him and gave him a small peck.

“I think we found ourselves a new hobby to bond over.”

We both laughed before crashing on his couch. We’d have a killer hangover tomorrow, but I could think of a few ways to ease up the pain.

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Simple but effective.

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LOUIS AGGRESSIVELY FLIPPING LIAM OFF HELL YES

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Niall + Snapchat (because we all know how fucking annoying his snaps would be)

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A Drink Called Loneliness - Niall Horan Imagine

They’re sharing a drink they call loneliness,

but its better than drinkin’ alone.

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The sound of the glass being set down in front of you didn’t even make you look up anymore, and you had lost count of the amount of times it’d happened in the past three days.

Some effects of the alcohol began to set in as you hung your head low. You only lifted your head to down another shot of vodka or take a swig of whatever mixed drink sounded interesting enough for you to order. You also made the effort to lift your head whenever the door to the bar opened, hoping maybe to see someone to share your low moment with. It wasn’t common for someone familiar to waltz in, so you just continued on your own.

“’Dis seat taken?”

You lifted your head for yet another reason and saw a fairly slender blonde guy with a hopeful look on his face. You shook your head no and gestured toward the chair, “Be my guest.”

The twenty-something year old guy (who wasn’t too bad looking) gave a slight smirk and took his seat on the stool next to you, “I’ll take my usual, and a pint for the lady please.” he said rather confidently.

You let out a soft chuckle, partly from the effect the liquor had on you, and partly from amusement at his request. “Please, if you’re gonna buy me a drink, at least make it something that won’t sober me up.”

He let out a rather loud and obnoxious laugh and looked at you, “Darlin’, you’ve been downing shots for the last ten minutes, ‘leas gimme a second to let ya slow down and get to know ya.” he said sweetly.

You shrugged as the bar tender set down two identical looking beers in front of the two of you, and you took a big swig of yours. “Not bad,” you decided, “S’not strong, but it sure isn’t unbearable.” The boy nodded and took a long, slow sip of his glass, making a rather loud “ahhh” noise afterward. “S’my favorite.” he said, before turning to you, “So what brings a lovely lookin’ girl like yourself out here drinkin’ like this?”

You looked up at him in disbelief, “What makes you think I have a reason to drink like this, huh?” you asked, him giving you a look. You rolled your eyes and sighed, “Ever feel like you’re trying’ too hard for shit? Like no matter what you do, it doesn’t matter? Like you’re the only one in the world?”

The boy locked eyes with you, which is about when you noticed the crystal blue color of his, and just scoffed, “Every day of me life.” The two of you clinked glasses and took big swigs of your beers. “What about you? Handsome guy out alone? No friends? Girl?”

He looked down a bit and shuffled his feet against the spoke in the stool before looking back up and staring at the glass. “Just gettin’ over someone, actually,” he said, You studied his reaction to his own words, and you could tell he was hurt, just by his body language. You gave a sheepish and consoling smile, “Sorry, didn’t mean to upset ya,” you said. He shook his head, “Not at all, probably couldn’t be more upset to begin with, ya didn’t do nothin’.”

You gave another reassuring smile and held up your glass, and he looked at you a tad bit confused as to what you could possibly be toasting to. “To loneliness,” you said. He smirked and held his glass to yours, “To loneliness.”

-

A few more drinks later, the two of you were hitting it off rather well. You talked about his relationship troubles, which led to talk about his interests. You talked about your issues as well, that turning into things you were good at. During that time, the two of you had a bit of time to sober up just enough to enjoy the conversation. You ended up having a lovely time talking to this stranger-turned-friend for hours.

Just then, lights when up for last call and closing. The boy started to get up and reach into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out enough cash to pay for the beers you two had, and then to cover your liquor before he’d approached you.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I got it,” you said, pulling out some money from your purse. If he was going to pay for the beer, you at least felt the need to pay for what you’d ordered yourself, it wasn’t exactly cheap. The boy just shook his head and pushed your hand back into your purse. “Sometimes ya gotta let people know they ain’t alone.” 

You looked up at him and gave him an appreciative smile. “Thanks… uh…” you said, trying to think of his name that you realized he hadn’t told you. 

“’S Niall. Me name’s Niall.” He said, realizing his mistake. You nodded, “Niall. Thanks. I’m Y/N, by the way.” He nodded and smiled, “Nice ta meet ya, Y/N.” He held out his hand and you took it, shaking it lightly. The two of you made it out of the bar and you reached for your phone to call a cab. 

“Hey, before ya go, mind if I get yer number? Maybe call ya for dinner sometime, really enjoyed tonight,” he said. You felt a slight blush climbing your cheeks, thankful that it was night time. You smiled and read him your number. “Great, talk to ya soon then?” You nodded and thanked him again for the drinks and a lovely night. He smiled, saying it was nothing, and commenting again on the good time he had. Just then your cab pulled up, and you said your goodnights. Maybe being lonely had it’s perks after all.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Figured I’d get back into writing on my new account, so if you want to request something please don’t hesitate to let me know! I’m dying for ideas, hopefully I’ll get a series outlined soon. Let me know what you think of this! x

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Merman!Niall bonding with tiny yellow fish for all of you lovely people.

Zayn