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[to-be-so-lonely-fl]

I just logged onto my account after years, to this family we all built together for our mutual love for the boys.

I'm in absolute shock reading the news that Liam has sadly passed away. One direction was always so important to me, to us. It's a strange feeling knowing we will never hear him sing live again. We grew up with him, and watched him grow as a man. Now I may not agree with the lifestyle he chose after one direction but no one deserves to go the way he did. He had a son who will no longer have a dad, sisters who will no longer have a brother, parents who will no longer have a son.

This is heartbreaking news and I'm sending all my love to his family and friends at this awful time 💔❤️

❤️Rest in peace Liam , forever in our hearts ❤️

[aussiexlovexaffair]

bad girl!reader takes care of loser!luke after a party words: 1.4k request fill: anon ask! tags: loser!luke, bad girl!reader tw: implied drinking, mentions of bullying, luke’s got low self-esteem :( author’s note: i’m hammered rn but i wanna write so !! also i have finals this week and they start  in a few hours but oh well! listen to: “jasey rae” covered by 5 seconds of summer (this goes double platinum in my bedroom)

“You’re so hot.. did you know that?...”

It’s not a secret to either of you that Luke’s parents, Liz and Andrew, aren’t exactly fond of your presence. You couldn’t blame them, though. If you raised your kid to avoid bad influences and they ended up dating a person with similar habits to you, you’d be upset as well.

But by far the thing that angers them the most about your relationship with him is the fact that you are rubbing off on their son.

Stumbling up the stairs, you guide Luke into the dim kitchen, who follows you with a slack-jawed smile. A few hours ago, he received a text from you while he was studying for his exams. You were a few blocks down from him at a friend’s party and wanted him to join you. It didn’t take much for you to convince him. If this were a few months prior, Luke would have shut down the idea almost immediately— but recently he’s been testing his own boundaries. 

It started with him being accidentally complicit with you stealing an energy drink from a gas station. In fact, he was the one holding it when you two exited the store. At first, you had to stop him from running back in to pay for it. But after the shock died down, he was left with the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the feeling was nothing short of addicting. From then on, Luke decided to keep an open mind about breaking the rules. Besides, he was a hallway monitor for his school— he deserved a break.

Leading him into the kitchen, you retrieve two glasses from the cabinet and fill them with water. You place one beside him on the counter, trying to ignore the room spinning around you. You might have drank more, but Luke didn’t have the tolerance you did— so it was up to you to take care of you both. “I’m glad you think I’m hot, Lucas. Now drink your water.” The blond begrudgingly raises his cup to his lips and swallows down the contents. 

“Why’d we have to leave the party? I was having fun towards the end..” His lower lip juts out in a soft pout, his tone whiny and disappointed. His grip falters a little on his empty glass, prompting you to swiftly remove it from his grasp and set it down on the marble countertop.

Cupping his face in your hands, you press a kiss to his lower lip. “I just wanna make sure you’re safe, you’re not exactly used to drinking this much.” A smile forms on your face as you notice his eyes trailing away from your own and down to your lips. “Whatcha lookin’ at, Lu?”

It takes a little longer for Luke to formulate a response. His mind is clouded from all of the beer he’s been drinking. “I wanna kiss you.” His lips turn up into a cheeky grin. 

“You can kiss me, it’s okay.” You’ve never seen him like this before, but you find the unexpected clinginess adorable nonetheless. Almost immediately after the words leave your lips, he stoops over to capture your lips in a kiss. It lasts a few seconds before he pulls back.

“I love you, I really do. Like— I really love you.” Luke slurs with a boyish smile. “Like, I think it’s a problem ‘cause I literally can’t stop thinking about you. Everything I do, I always think— is Y/N gonna find this cool? Does she think I’m cool? ‘Cause you’re so cool, y’know?”

“Shhh...” You place your hands on his shoulders to ground him. It’s past midnight and the last thing you want to happen is for his parents to be woken up by an intoxicated Luke.

“I know, I know, but lemme finish.” His volume drops dramatically to a whisper, albeit a very loud one. For a moment he’s silent before he breaks out into a fit of giggles, leaning against you.

You can’t believe it. You’ve never seen Luke quite this at ease. With a disbelieving chuckle, you wait for him to calm down a bit before you continue to speak with him. “How about we go up to your room and you can finish telling me, okay?” He nods as best as he can without getting too dizzy and follows behind you. You don’t miss the playful swat he gives your ass as you lead him up the stairs and into his bedroom. As soon as the door closes, you turn around to find him wiggling his eyebrows at you. “No way. You’re not getting anything tonight. We’re both drunk— you can wait ‘til tomorrow.” You murmur with a smile.

You watch him face-plant onto the bed with a groan. “My life is over!” He pauses for a few seconds before checking to see if you’re watching him. Sure enough, he sees you with your arms crossed standing beside the bed with an amused expression. “...Please?” He lets out another muffled whine into the mattress when you shake your head at him.

“You gonna continue what you were saying downstairs, baby?” At the reminder, he flips onto his back, ruffling his hair.

Luke hesitates before he speaks, obviously debating whether or not to tell you more. “I pierced my lip for you.” His eyebrows furrow at the sound of a stifled laugh from your direction. “M’ serious, why aren’t you taking me seriously?...”

With a childish eye roll, you climb onto the bed beside him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please continue.” He recollects his thoughts before carrying on. “I did it because I thought— wow, this girl is so cool and she’s so far out of my league, I gotta do something to make her notice me. So I pierced my lip at Claire’s and cut holes in all my jeans.” His eyes wander down to the pair that he’s wearing now. “But when you actually did notice me, I didn’t know what to do with myself.”

He rolls onto his side and stares at you with glassy blue eyes. “I actually couldn’t believe it. Like— I’m a math tutor with three friends and this cool chick isn’t running away from me when I try to talk to her. She doesn’t think I’m a loser, she doesn’t make fun of my comic books or my music taste, she actually likes me.” Your heart breaks a little at the thought of his self-worth being so low. You aren’t oblivious to the fact that he isn’t a very popular kid in school. As a matter of fact, he’s been the target of bullying in the past and even now, he’s regarded as the nerdy boy at the back of the class. 

“Well, I don’t like you, Luke. I love you.” You push his black-framed glasses up, giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek. “And I think you’re perfect no matter what. You don’t need to change yourself for me.” He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. Luke’s hand travels over the covers to intertwine with yours. “...Besides, I love dorks.” His eyes shoot over to you at the comment. 

“So… you like my comic books?” He waits for assurance from you. When you nod, he persists. “My action figures?” He receives another positive response. “My posters?”

“I like them all, Luke. I think they’re cool.” You watch the smile grow on his face the more you praise him for his interests. “To be honest, I’d still like you if you had a race car bed.”

Luke snickers in response. “Is it bad I had one as a kid?”

“Define kid.” You prod him for more information. With a soft exhale through his nose, he gives in.

“Okay, fine— is it bad that I had one last year?” Typically when people laugh around him, Luke gets an awful pit in his stomach. But the sound of your giggles beside him in bed makes him melt. He covers his face in embarrassment.

“No, it’s not bad you had one last year. I still love you. I’d still let you fuck me in it and I think that says a lot.” He snorts at the image in his head. Thank god he got rid of it. “The point is that I love you.” You murmur to him quietly.

“Really?” He leans in and grazes his lips against yours. 

“Mhm..” You lean forward to peck his lip. Following this, you lay back on his bed and close your eyes. The bed creaks as he scoots closer and rests his head on your chest, his arms lazily clinging to your torso. “Even if you are a sappy drunk.” 

[philosoap]

Zayn's transformation 2011-2025

because he's so fckn beautiful god help me

[princessbrunette]

How would the guys react to reader calling them “pookie” 😭😭

rafe:

because why would you say that. he feels emasculated. confused. unsure. scared.

jj:

turns around and just says it back to you. “pookie? that’s a new one, babe.”

pope:

doesn’t react. accepts his fate. just blinks at you like a cat.

john b:

“uhhh, pookie?” he just repeats it. but kinda doesn’t gaf cos he has bigger fish to fry .

[finalset]

men will be like “shave for me?❤️” the same way harry styles in a 2014 y/n fic asks you to stop cutting

[cheekyvank]

speaking of daddy issues/depression/big dick. i am still lamenting the lack daddy kink fic in this fandom

[little-big-fan]

Preference - One Direction

Tema: Ele precisa de uma "ajudinha"

Aviso: conteúdo sexualmente explícito, linguagem de baixo calão, +18

Zayn

Joguei o corpo para trás, exclamando uma série de palavrões. Precisava entregar aquele arranjo ainda hoje, mas nenhuma das minhas ideias parecia boa o suficiente.

Fiz e refiz uma dezena de vezes e sempre parecia medíocre.

— Talvez um banho me ajude. — Resmunguei para mim mesmo, me erguendo na cadeira onde estive nas últimas horas.

Meu corpo inteiro reclamava de estar praticamente na mesma posição há tanto tempo.

Entrei no quarto em silêncio, sabendo que S\N devia estar dormindo, já que recém estava amanhecendo.

Vestindo apenas uma camiseta minha e uma camiseta minúscula, minha garota respirava de forma lenta. Abraçando o meu travesseiro, como se fosse eu quem estivesse ali a acompanhando.

Não deixava de me sentir culpado por não poder dar a devida atenção à minha namorada. Mas tinha um prazo a cumprir.

Tirei minhas roupas e as joguei de qualquer jeito no chão do banheiro. Liguei o chuveiro quente e deixei que a água relaxasse meus músculos. Não sei quanto tempo fiquei com os olhos fechados, apenas aproveitando a sensação.

�� Amor? — Uma S\N sonolenta chamou da porta do banheiro. — Está tudo bem? — Ouvi seu bocejar.

— Sim. Eu só precisava relaxar um pouco.

O box de vidro estava embaçado, mas eu podia ver sua silhueta, tirando a camiseta do corpo e baixando a calcinha. A porta foi aberta e minha garota me deu um sorrisinho, como quem pedisse permissão. Chamei-a com o indicador.

Dei um passo para o lado, deixando que ela molhasse o próprio corpo, e me perdendo nas gotas de água que desciam por sua pele.

Faziam dias que sequer nos tocávamos direito. Que eu apenas deitava na cama, exausto e apagava.

E, por mais que estivesse bem cansado agora, meu pau parecia discordar de mim.

S\N jogou a cabeça para trás, molhando os cabelos compridos com os olhos fechados. Deixando o pescoço esguio totalmente à mostra.

— Conseguiu terminar o arranjo? — Perguntou ainda com os olhos fechados.

— Ainda não. — Minha voz saiu mais grossa que o normal, o que a fez me encarar.

Os olhos castanhos desceram pelo meu corpo, parando exatamente na parte que implorava por atenção. Não consegui deixar de me sentir levemente envergonhado, ela não havia entrado lá para esse tipo de coisa, provavelmente só queria passar algum tempo comigo.

Mas o sorriso sacana que se abriu nos lábios avermelhados fizeram meu íntimo ter um espasmo.

— Você precisa relaxar, hum? — Falou baixinho. — Quer ajuda? — Acenei com a cabeça. Não sabia o que ela pretendia, mas estava completamente sedento.

S\N desligou o chuveiro, me empurrando pelos ombros até que encostasse na parede fria. Encarei seus movimentos, totalmente transtornado enquanto ela se colocava de joelhos. Lambendo os próprios lábios antes de me fitar com os olhos cheios de uma falsa inocência.

A mão pequena me tomou, me fazendo arrepiar. Não consigo desviar os olhos de sua figura, capturando o momento exato em que ela coloca a língua toda para fora, pincelando meu pau como a porra de um pirulito.

Encosto a cabeça na parede, sem conseguir segurar o gemido que me escapa.

Sem aviso prévio, S\N me toma com a boca. Engolindo tudo que pode.

— Caralho. — Resmungo.

Os sons molhados e de sucção são a perdição, assim como a sensação de sua boca quente à minha volta.

Ela me chupa de forma lenta, se deliciando e me levando ao limite. Embrenho uma das mãos entre os cabelos úmidos, guiando sua boca perfeita em um ritmo mais rápido.

A cena à minha frente é suja.

Minha garota de joelhos no chão do banheiro, os pingos de água escorrendo por sua pele, os mamilos duros em puxa excitação e a boca que me engole com devoção.

Sinto um orgasmo se formando aos poucos e perco totalmente o controle. Enfiando até bater em sua garganta. Lágrimas se formam nos olhos castanhos, mas S\N geme.

Fazendo sua boca tremer e reverberar em todo o meu corpo.

Afasto seu rosto, segurando ao máximo. Mas ela nega com a cabeça, segurando minhas coxas para que eu não me movesse.

— Amor, não vou conseguir segurar. — Aviso quase sem fôlego.

— Não se segure. Quero sentir você. — Ela sorri com os lábios inchados e volta a me abocanhar, com ainda mais vontade.

Jogo a cabeça para trás, revirando os olhos e gemendo alto quando o orgasmo me atinge. Mas ela não para. Engolindo até a última gota, sem deixar nada escapar.

Orgulhosa, ela se levanta. Limpando os resquícios do meu gosto com a língua.

— Me deixa cuidar de você. — Sussurrei me aproximando, mas ela liga o chuveiro.

— Não. Sua nova meta agora é terminar o arranjo. Quando estiver pronto, vai poder fazer o que quiser comigo. — Piscou um olho.

De repente o prazo já não me preocupa mais. Tudo que eu quero é terminar aquela merda e foder a minha mulher até perder os sentidos.

Liam

Equilibrei a bandeja com lanches em apenas um braço enquanto abria a porta do estúdio improvisando, fazendo o meu melhor para não fazer nenhum barulho.

— Amor? — Chamei baixinho, quando vi que Liami não estava gravando nada. Ele girou a cadeira de rodinhas em minha direção, me dando um sorriso cansado.

Já faziam duas semanas que ele trabalhava sem parar em seu álbum.

Entrei no estúdio, largando minha bandeja na mesinha de canto e indo em sua direção. Passei as mãos em seus ombros, fazendo uma pequena massagem. Liam curvou o corpo para a frente, encostando o rosto em meu peito, aproveitando o carinho.

— Posso fazer algo para ajudar? — Ofereci. Ele abriu apenas um olho, erguendo levemente o rosto para me olhar.

— Um abraço e um beijo bem gostoso? — Pediu fazendo beicinho, o que me fez rir.

Tomei o rosto lindo entre as mãos, tocando meus lábios nos seus de forma leve. Mas, ele não pareceu satisfeito, me puxando para sentar em seu colo e aprofundando o beijo com sua língua quente.

A cadeira se moveu com o peso extra, mas ele pareceu não se importar. Segurando minha cintura com força enquanto sua língua explorava cada cantinho da minha boca. Soltei um gemido involuntário. Minha menstruação havia acabado há poucos dias e eu estava mais do que sensível.

Senti quando ele sorriu durante o beijo, me puxando mais para baixo e pressionando a ereção crescente contra mim.

— Preciso tanto de você, babe. — Sussurrou, desviando seus beijos para meu pescoço.

— Mas e o álbum? — Perguntei com dificuldade.

— Pode esperar um pouquinho. — Afirmou.

Sem dificuldade nenhuma, Liam se ergueu comigo no colo, segurando minhas coxas para apoiar meu peso. Seu corpo estava muito diferente desde que havia voltado a frequentar a academia, ele estava mais forte e sua condição física estava muito maior.

Por mais que entendesse seu empenho com o álbum, ficávamos longe por tempo demais e parecia que a chama entre não precisava de mais do que um beijo para virar brasa.

Ele me carregou até o sofá de couro no canto do estúdio, sentando comigo ainda por cima.

Movi meu quadril, soltando um suspiro alto.

Liam parecia não conseguir esperar. Ele ergueu o quadril, empurrando a calça de moletom e a cueca em um único movimento.

Enfiando a mão por baixo do vestido florido que me cobria, ele sorriu ao sentir o tecido fino da calcinha completamente ensopado.

Ele passeou com os dedos longos por ali, separando minha carne e me fazendo soluçar com os espasmos que me atingiam.

— Pare de provocar. — Implorei.

Os olhos castanhos tinham um brilho diferente. Sem esperar que eu pedisse uma segunda vez, o homem enganchou o indicador em minha calcinha, afastando-a para o lado o suficiente para que tivesse acesso.

Era impossível não gemer toda vez que ele me preenchia. Era sempre como a primeira vez. Tão bom, tão quente…

— Tão apertada, amor… — Sussurrou em meu ouvido, fazendo a um caminho molhado pelo meu pescoço com sua língua.

Eu adorava a dualidade dele. Um amor de pessoa com os fãs, o amigo legal.

E o lado que apenas eu conhecia, o pervertido.

Comecei a movimentar meu corpo para cima e para baixo, intercalando com algumas reboladas, como eu sabia que ele adorava. Em resposta, Liam mordeu meu queixo e desferiu um tapa ardido em minha bunda, me fazendo ir ainda mais rápido.

— Gostosa. — Murmurou. — Assim mesmo.

O vestido começava a me incomodar, mas eu não deixaria que aquilo atrapalhasse. Estava tão molhada que sabia que ele podia sentir escorrer em seu pau. Apoiei as duas mãos em seus ombros, pegando ainda mais impulso e fazendo com que ele soltasse uma série de palavrões, misturados a gemidos.

— Porra, linda… você é tão boa. — Murmurou. Os cabelos meio curtos grudaram no suor de sua testa e a expressão de prazer que se formava em seu rosto era o suficiente para me enlouquecer ainda mais.

Liam passou um braço em minha cintura, trocando nossas posições sem dificuldade nenhuma no sofá. Ele me puxou pelas coxas, fazendo com que minhas pernas ficassem bem abertas e voltou a entrar.

Joguei a cabeça entre as almofadas. Quase derretendo em tanto prazer.

Quanto mais minha sanidade me abandonava, mais ele metia.

O som de nossas peles se batendo preenchiam o pequeno estúdio, assim como nossas lamúrias de puro tesão.

O orgasmo me atingiu sem aviso prévio, me fazendo gritar e apertar a camiseta que ele ainda vestia. Minhas paredes apertavam junto com os espasmos que meu corpo sofria e não demorou muito para que o corpo forte desmoronasse sobre o meu, jorrando forte a ponto de escorrer para fora.

Liam sorriu satisfeito, deixando um selinho demorado em meus lábios antes de desfazer nosso encaixe.

— Eu amo você. — Sussurrou, ainda sem fôlego.

— Amo você. — Respondi, sem forças.

Niall

— Ah, sim. Perfeito. — Murmurei depois de ouvir uma longa explicação sobre o novo patrocínio.

Já faziam quase duas horas que estávamos em reunião, depois de longas horas de ensaio. Estava exausto. Só conseguia pensar no quanto queria comer alguma coisa e ir descansar.

Meu celular vibrou no bolso da calça e aproveitei que o homem engravatado havia engatado em uma conversa com meu agente.

A foto que S/N havia mandado enviou um recado direto para meu pau dentro da calça. Não era nada além do que ela costumava fazer.

Uma foto sua dentro de um provador, perguntando se eu gostava do vestido que havia acabado de comprar.

O tecido vermelho não era revelador demais, terminava no meio de suas coxas e o decote redondo salientava os seios deliciosos.

Não respondi, apenas me despedi daqueles que estavam na mesa inventando ter um outro compromisso que não poderia esperar e saí de lá o mais rápido possível, fazendo o meu melhor para esconder a ereção que havia dentro da calça.

Assim que entrei em meu apartamento, caminhei em passos largos até a cozinha. S/N cozinhava distraída, usando seu novo vestido.

Me aproximei lentamente, sem que ela notasse e segurei sua cintura. Minha namorada deu um pulinho de susto e sorriu ao me ver.

— Amor, achei que chegaria mais tarde. — Falou desligando o fogão e se virando para me abraçar.

Sem conseguir esperar mais, ataquei sua boca com a minha. Como sempre, minha garota correspondeu, embrenhando os dedos em meus cabelos e puxando alguns fios com delicadeza.

— O que foi isso? — Perguntou baixinho, ainda com os olhos fechados.

— Você não tem noção de como sua foto me deixou. — Sussurrei em seu ouvido antes de morder o lóbulo.

— A foto? Mas não tinha nada demais… — Suspirou ao sentir que minhas mãos apertavam sua bunda.

— Você ficou tão gostosa nesse vestido, meu amor. Não consegui pensar em mais nada além de vir aqui e te comer bem gostoso. — A pele de seu pescoço arrepiou, me fazendo sorrir.

Puxei o corpo da garota para cima do meu, caminhando com ela até o nosso quarto.

Não consigo pensar direito, o tesão corre solto em minhas veias.

Ataco sua boca com a minha antes de jogar seu corpo sobre o colchão. S\N solta um gritinho de surpresa, mas o sorriso sacana que se abre em sua boca mostra que ela está gostando.

Puxo os dois lados da minha camisa, fazendo os botões voarem por todo o quarto. Tiro o cinto e jogo a calça social longe, junto com a cueca. Não estou em condições mentais para aguentar joguinhos. S\N leva as mãos até a barra do vestido.

— Fica com ele. — Peço, fazendo-a assentir.

Subi na cama, caminhando de joelhos em sua direção. Enfiei as mãos por baixo do vestido, puxando a calcinha minúscula para fora.

O ar parece quente ao entrar em meu pulmão, o calor é insuportável. S/N coloca uma das mãos pequenas em meu peito, me empurrando para sentar e então vindo para cima de mim, passando uma perna de cada lado do meu corpo.

Puxo o decote do vestido para baixo, libertando seus seios mas aprisionando um entre meus lábios em seguida. Ela embala a cintura para a frente, esfregando minha glande pelo entrada molhada e me fazendo gemer contra a sua pele.

— Não brinca comigo, amor. — Avisei.

Não preciso dizer mais nada. S/N coloca a mão entre nossos corpos, me encaixando antes de afundar em meu colo. Reviro os olhos com o aperto, impulsionando o corpo para cima.

Nosso encaixe não é nada delicado. S/N praticamente pula em mim, gemendo alto e jogando a cabeça para trás. Eu ergo o vestido, fazendo com que fique embolado em sua cintura, e a imagem de como meu pau a preenche me deixa ainda mais sem controle. Afundo os dedos em sua cintura, metendo o mais forte que posso. S/N segura meus ombros, sorrisos misturados a gemidos.

O orgasmo atinge a nós dois sem nenhum aviso. Ela deixa seu corpo cair sobre o meu e eu enfio o rosto em seu pescoço. A corrente elétrica ainda percorre nossos corpos, tentamos encontrar o ar depois de tudo aquilo.

— Como foi a reunião? — Ela pergunta com um sorriso debochado.

— Eu não lembro. — Respondo com sinceridade.

Harry

Acordo assustada quando Harry sai da cama praticamente correndo. Ele parece esquecer que eu dormia em seu braço quando simplesmente se levantou de qualquer jeito.

— Amor? — Chamei ainda cheia de sono, fazendo-o para no caminho para o banheiro. — Está tudo bem?

— E-está. — Responde, mas o fato de gaguejar deixa claro que é uma mentira.

— O que aconteceu? — Sento na cama e ligo o abajur, iluminando o ambiente. — Teve um pesadelo?

— N-não.

— Amor, me deixa te ajudar. — Falo ainda encarando suas costas.

— Ah, porra. — Resmunga, me surpreendendo, já que ele raramente fala palavrão.

Levanto da cama, tocando em seus ombros, mas Harry se esquiva.

— O que está acontecendo, Styles? — Reclamo. O homem solta um suspiro alto, virando em minha direção finalmente. Seu rosto está completamente vermelho.

— Eu estava sonhando com você, okay? — Murmura, sem encarar meu rosto.

— E isso é ruim? — Pergunto ainda sem entender.

— Não, mas, é vergonhoso. — Bufa.

— Vergonhoso por que? — Franzo as sobrancelhas, confusa. Mas qualquer confusão some quando vejo o volume que preenche sua calça de moletom. — Oh…

— Desculpa, amor. — Ele suspira. — Eu vou tomar um banho e já… — Harry começa a se afastar, mas eu seguro seu pulso. Ele me encara, os olhos arregalados.

Por mais que sua personalidade expansiva não deixasse transparecer em frente aos outros, Harry era extremamente tímido para algumas coisas. Talvez fosse o fato de que cada passo que ele desse fosse sempre tão vigiado, mas, às vezes ele sequer conseguia aproveitar alguns momentos. E, mesmo que fosse extremamente carinhoso desde o começo do nosso relacionamento, há poucos meses, Harry não era o tipo que compartilhava suas fantasias ou falava obscenidades durante a transa. As poucas vezes que esse tipo de coisa aconteceu, havia bebida envolvida.

— Me conta sobre o sonho. — Pedi baixinho, puxando-o em direção da cama. Observei como seu pomo de adão subiu e desceu.

— A gente tava… — Começou, mas a timidez o tomou mais uma vez.

Sentamos lado a lado, e eu já podia sentir o calor começar a me tomar. Minhas mãos coçava para tocá-lo, mas não queria ultrapassar nenhum limite.

— Continua, meu bem. — Incentivei, colocando uma mão sobre seu joelho. Harry fechou os olhos e soltou um suspiro. — O que eu estava fazendo no seu sonho?

— Você estava… — Sussurrou a última parte, sendo impossível que eu ouvisse.

— Não entendi, meu amor. — Falei, com a voz um pouco mais manhosa, subindo a mão por sua coxa e sentindo os músculos enrijecendo.

— Porra. Você estava me chupando. — Não consigo conter o suspiro que me escapa. Isso é algo que nunca fizemos. — É nojento, me desculpa.

— Não acho nojento. — Murmuro, arrastando meu corpo para fora da cama. Styles observa cada uma da minhas movimentações. Paro a sua frente, ajoelhando entre suas pernas.

— O-o que está fazendo? — Pergunta baixinho, soltando um gemido estrangulado quando passo a mão em sua ereção por cima do moletom. Seguro a barra da calça, puxando-a para fora do seu corpo junto com a peça íntima. — V-você não precisa fazer isso. — Ele diz alto, nervoso.

— Eu quero. — Encarei seus olhos. — Não quer que eu te chupe, babe? — Tombei a cabeça para o lado, fingindo uma inocência que em nada combina com o meu atual estado.

— Ah, caralho. — Harry jogou o corpo um pouco para trás, apoiando o peso nos braços.

Com os olhos fixos aos seus, deixei um carinho por toda a extensão da carne dura e quente. Fazendo-o soltar todo o ar que prendia nos pulmões.

— Não respondeu a minha pergunta, H. — Passei a língua entre os lábios. — Quer que eu te chupe?

— Porra, eu quero.

Passo a língua pela cabeça avermelhada, seus suspiros preenchem meus ouvidos, me encorajando a continuar. Sugo a glande gorda, e vejo como Harry começa a perder o controle. Ele respira fora de ritmo e aperta o lençol entre os dedos.

— Tira isso. — Peço apontando para a camiseta branca que cobre seu peito. — Quero ver você.

Ele me obedece rápido, jogando a peça pelo ombro, me dando a visão privilegiada de seu peito, ombros e barriga. Os músculos estão tensos.

O levo até a boca mais uma vez, mas agora indo um pouco mais fundo. Harry solta um palavrão quando sente minha garganta. Não sei exatamente o ritmo que deveria estabelecer, então o chupo de forma lenta, saboreando seu gosto.

Styles leva uma das mãos até meu cabelo, enrolando em volta do pulso e me fazendo aumentar o ritmo. Seus olhos têm um brilho que eu nunca havia visto, mas estava adorando. Os lábios cheios estavam entreabertos, soltando gemidos, as sobrancelhas franzidas e uma camada fina de suor começava a se formar em sua testa.

Sinto quando ele fica ainda mais duro em minha boca, seu gosto ficando mais forte, misturado a minha saliva que escorre para fora.

— Para. — Disse, me afastando, me deixando confusa mais uma vez.

— Achei que estivesse gostando. — Sussurrei.

— Ah, eu estava adorando. — Falou com a respiração desregulada. — Mas agora, eu preciso foder você. — Me puxou pelos braços para a cama.

Um frio na barriga me atingiu. Harry nunca havia falado de forma tão explícita, e isso me fez escorrer ainda mais.

Ele parecia outra pessoa, completamente dominado pelo desejo.

Empurrando meu corpo pelo colchão, as mãos ágeis arrancando meu conjunto de pijama e a calcinha antes que eu pudesse sequer pensar em fazê-lo. Então ele me empurra mais uma fez, fazendo ajoelhar em frente a cabeceira da cama, colocando minhas mãos ali como apoio. Sinto o calor de seu corpo em minhas costas, mesmo que ele não me toque.

— Me avise se for demais. — Sussurra em meu ouvido, deixando um beijinho em meu ombro.

Um arrepio percorre minha pele com a promessa silenciosa da melhor transa da minha vida.

Harry leva a mão até minha cintura, me fazendo empinar em sua direção. Ele me provoca, esfregando a glande em minha entrada. Empino mais e resmungo, fazendo-o soltar uma risadinha rouca.

Estou pronta para xingá-lo pela provocação, quando sinto seu membro me preencher por inteiro de uma vez. Solto um grito, minhas paredes o apertam e eu solto a cabeça para a frente. Ele fica alguns segundos parado, para que eu me recupere da surpresa, mas então começa a investir com violência.

Sua pele bate contra a minha, causando estalos tão altos quanto os nossos gemidos. Uma das mãos segura meu seio, brincando com o meu mamilo entre os dedos.

— Você é tão gostosa, bebê. — Sussurra, a voz rouca como nunca antes. — Você desperta um lado meu que eu não sabia que existia.

— Qual? — Pergunto com dificuldade. Ele mantém o ritmo alucinante, fazendo minhas pernas tremerem.

— O pervertido. Porra, eu quero estar dentro de você o tempo todo. — Confessa. — Eu chego a sonhar com você, S\N. Te comendo em todas as posições possíveis.

— Haz. — Gemo e ele afunda ainda mais os dedos em minha cintura.

— Eu tento me segurar ao seu lado, mas, porra, você é tão boa, amor. — Deixa beijos em meu pescoço. — Eu poderia te foder todos os dias pelo resto da vida, e mesmo assim sempre vou querer mais. O que fez comigo, garota? — Viro o rosto, para deixar um beijo em seus lábios.

Suas palavras obscenas, o ritmo enlouquecedor, as mãos em meu corpo, é tudo demais para aguentar. Me desmancho em seu corpo, gemendo seu nome alto e sinto quando Styles perde o restinho do controle, investindo ainda mais forte e gozando tão forte que uma parte escapa, pingando pela cama.

Sentamos na cama, completamente exaustos e saciados.

— Posso realizar seus sonhos sempre que quiser. — Falo, tentando esconder o sorriso que se forma em meus lábios.

— Vou contar com isso.

Louis

Duas semanas de repouso absoluto. Com exceção apenas de idade ao banheiro e com ajuda.

Essas eram as exatas palavras do médico após a lesão grave do meu namorado.

Fiquei completamente desesperada quando Lottie me ligou em uma noite qualquer para avisar que Louis havia se machucado durante o ensaio e eles estavam no hospital.

Os primeiros dias foram tranquilos, o o homem estava adorando ser "mimado". Mas foi no momento em que neguei sua primeira investida, lembrando que ele estava proibido de fazer esforços físicos que meu calvário começou.

Mesmo precisando ficar quase 24h em cima da cama, Tomlinson parecia estar subindo pelas paredes. E era difícil demais negá-lo quando eu também estava sedenta.

Ele fazia questão de fazer carinhos cheios de mãos bobas durante a madrugada, me provocar com beijos quentes demais e depois ficava frustados quando eu fugia para um banho frio.

A noite estava quente em Londres, e eu decidi dormir com minha camisola mais confortável. Saí do banho já pronta para deitar e vi como os azuis se ergueram do celular quando saí do banheiro.

— Puta que pariu, você quer me matar. — Pronunciou alto. A perna engessada permanecia na pequena torre de travesseiros, me lembrando que eu não podia ceder.

— Você já me viu com isso um monte de vezes, amor. — Lembrei.

— E em todas elas eu fiz questão de tirar! — Disse em puro desespero.

— Quer que eu troque?

— Eu quero que você venha aqui e me deixe te foder. — Caminhei até a cama, deixando um beijinho em seus lábios.

— Só mais uma semana, amor. — Prometi.

— Eu vou morrer até lá! — Bufou, afundando a cabeça no travesseiro.

— Quanto exagero. — Falei rindo.

— Exagero? Você sai desse banheiro com uma camisola minúscula, com esse corpo delicioso e espera que eu faça o que?

— Durma.

— Você me odeia. — Disse em uma expressão fechada, quase me fazendo rir.

— Você sabe que eu te amo.

— Se me amasse mesmo, me ajudaria com isso. — Um sorriso sacana se abriu em seus lábios quando ele pegou em meu pulso e largou minha mão sobre seu membro endurecido. Um arrepio percorreu minha coluna. — Preciso tanto de você, love. — Sussurrou, me fazendo fechar os olhos.

— Não, o médico disse...

— Que eu não posso fazer esforço físico. — Repetiu revirando os olhos. — Mas ele não disse nada sobre a mão e a boca da minha namorada deliciosa. — Sugeriu.

— Eu não sei...

— Prometo ficar quietinho. — Fez um beicinho.

Apertei seu pau sobre a cueca, fazendo-o soltar um gemido estrangulado. Já me sentia quente, estava louca por ele. Éramos um casal com a vida sexual extremamente ativa, um cenário onde passamos mais do que três dias sem sexo era improvável até agora.

— Promete?

— Prometo, amor. — Balançou a cabeça rápido.

Empurrei a cueca preta para baixo, vendo como seu pau pulou para fora e sentindo minha boca salivar.

Deixei alguns beijinhos por sua extensão, ouvindo suas lamúrias. Me sentia completamente quente com tudo aquilo. Engoli o máximo que consegui, usando minha mão para acariciar o resto.

— Me deixa te tocar, linda. — Sussurrou.

Tomando cuidado para me mover na cama sem mover sua perna machucada, ajoelhei próximo ao seu tronco, voltando a engolir seu membro. Louis soltou alguns gemidos, a mão grande erguendo minha camisola e se enchendo com a pele da minha bunda, logo depois deixando um tapa ardido, o que me faz gemer contra a sua pele. Ele empurra a cintura para cima, querendo ir mais fundo.

— Quieto. — Aviso, me afastando apenas o suficiente para conseguir falar.

Louis murmura algo em concordância, e então afasta o tecido da minha calcinha o suficiente para ter acesso à minha intimidade. Seus dedos separam minha carne, subindo e descendo devagarzinho. Solto o ar pelo nariz, com a boca cheia dele. Dois dedos me preenchem, indo fundo, lentamente, de forma torturante e deliciosa.

— Sua boceta é tão linda, amor. — Sussurra, me fazendo empinar ainda mais em sua direção. — Por quê não senta em mim, hum? — Viro para olhá-lo.

— Por mais que eu queira, isso pode machucar a sua perna. — Lamento.

— Foda-se isso, amor. Eu preciso de você. — Resmunga, manhoso.

— Lou…

— Se você não sentar no meu pau agora, eu juro que arranco esse gesso e te fodo sem dó. — Sua voz é firme, o tesão estampado em seu rosto deixa claro que ele fala sério.

— Você precisa ficar bem paradinho. — Avisei, passando as pernas em sua cintura.

— Anda logo! — Bufa, quase me fazendo rir.

Posiciono seu membro em minha entrada, nosso encaixe perfeito.

Não quero perder o controle. Não posso.

Mas, porra…

Tê-lo dentro de mim é bom demais.

Me movo lentamente, tomando o maior cuidado do mundo. Mas não parece o suficiente para Louis. Ele segura minha cintura, me fazendo subir e descer mais rápido. Tento reclamar, com medo de piorar sua situação, mas um tapa forte em minha bunda me cala.

Reviro os olhos, sentindo quando ele ignora completamente as ordens médicas e começa a investir contra mim.

— Porra, que saudade. — Ele fala com dificuldade. Seguro seus ombros com força, tentando controlar pelo menos um pouco a situação. Louis espalma as mãos em minha bunda, fazendo minha cintura ir para a frente e para trás.

Nossos movimentos se tornam ainda mais rápidos, a cama range e por um momento, não consigo pensar em seu ferimento.

Tomlinson ergue o tronco, atacando meus lábios. Castigando-os com os dentes e chupões fortes. Enlaço seu pescoço, sentindo o orgasmo me atingir. Ele geme alto contra a minha boca, chamando meu nome alto e me preenchendo com força uma última vez.

Respiramos fora de ritmo, trocando alguns selinhos já mais calmos.

Saio de seu colo, sentindo meu corpo exausto.

— Você está bem? — Pergunto, ficando preocupada de repente.

— Estou ótimo. — Sobra a resposta, com um sorriso vitorioso em seus lábios.

[savebylou]

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[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

I’m a huge Louis fan but…

Zayn’s politics >>> Louis politics

Zayn band ( all women) >>> Louis band (all white men)

Zayn no 1d covers >>> Louis 3-4 1d covers

I might be stanning the wrong guy 😭

So do we go to concerts to listen to politics or—

[1dsongpreferencess]

#77 SUNDAY MORNING - NO DOUBT (REQUESTED)

Louis:

"Sappy pathetic, little me That was the girl I used to be You had me on my knees"

You were obsessed with Louis, your boyfriend. You always put him first—no matter what. He was your priority, and in your head, that’s what being in love meant. This was your first real relationship, and you wanted to do everything right to make it last forever. You figured Louis felt the same way, but… reality didn’t quite match up. It was Friday night, and you were waiting for his call, expecting him to pick you up like he always did. You stayed at his place every weekend, it was your thing. So, you were already getting ready when your phone rang. "Hey, love," Louis said, but there was a lot of background noise. Weird. "Hey! Are you on your way?" He hesitated. "Oh, uh… I forgot to tell you—I’m not gonna be here this weekend. Got a last-minute trip with the boys." You froze. What? He didn’t tell you? He didn’t even invite you? But instead of freaking out you played it cool. "Oh… okay. Have fun, Louis," you said quickly, ending the call before he could hear the disappointment in your voice. You knew it was healthy to have separate lives, but if the roles were reversed, you would've at least given him a heads-up. Hell, you probably would’ve tried to bring him along. You let yourself sulk for a bit, but then something clicked. If Louis was doing his own thing, maybe it was time you did the same. So, you did. That night, you went out for dinner with your best friends. The next morning, you made yourself an amazing breakfast, went to pilates, and treated yourself to a shopping trip. When Louis texted, you replied—but didn’t hover over your phone, waiting for his messages. If he wanted space, he could have it. You spent the rest of the weekend catching up with your parents, watching your favorite movies, and just enjoying your time. Before you knew it, Sunday evening rolled around. You walked into your apartment, ready to unwind—only to find Louis sitting on your couch."Where were you y/n?" he asked, sounding weirdly tense. You raised a brow. Seriously? "At my parents' house. They say hi," you said, tossing your bag on the counter. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Babe, are you mad? I know I should’ve told you earlier, I just… didn’t know how. And I know how much spending weekends together means to you." You sat down next to him but kept a little distance. "We’re good, Louis. I get it now. We both need our own space, so things will be changing for good." His jaw tensed. "I don’t want things to change too much," he admitted, leaning closer. You gave him a small smile but didn’t let him pull you back in so easily. "Then maybe you should start thinking about what you’re willing to change too." You stood up, stretching like the conversation was already over. "I had a great weekend, Louis. Hope you did too." Then, you grabbed your phone and texted your best friend back as you walked into the kitchen—because, for the first time in a long time, Louis wasn’t the center of your world anymore.

Liam:

"You're trying my shoes on for a change They look so good, but fit so strange Out of fashion so I can complain"

Liam was a great boyfriend—you couldn’t see yourself with anyone else. After almost two years together, you really thought things would always stay this way. He used to be so sweet, planning fun dates, surprising you with little things, making you feel like the most loved person in the world. But then, out of nowhere, something changed. At first, you told yourself it was just stress. Maybe work was getting to him, or he had something on his mind. So you stayed patient, gave him space, and kept being your usual loving self. But as the weeks passed, it got harder to ignore. He barely texted first, canceled plans, and when you were together, it felt like he wasn’t really there. He wasn’t mean or anything just… distant. One night, after another unanswered text, it hit you. This isn’t fair. You loved him, but you couldn’t be the only one holding this relationship together. If he wasn’t willing to put in the effort, why were you still trying so hard? So, you stopped. Not in a dramatic way you just decided it was tim to focus on yourself again. You started saying yes to more plans with friends, throwing yourself into work, and even picking up new hobbies. And you felt good. Really good. You realized that no matter what happened with Liam, you were going to be okay. That’s when, ironically, he started coming back around. He called more, asked to see you, and even planned a date for the first time in what felt like forever. But now, you were different. You weren’t just going to fall back into his arms like nothing happened. If he wanted to be in your life, he had to prove it. And for the first time in a long time, you had the power to decide if he was worth it making sure something like that would never happen again.

Niall:

"I know who I am, but who are you? You're not looking like you used to"

You were so nervous about today. After a whole year of no contact, you were finally going to see your ex-boyfriend, Niall. Things didn’t end badly between you two, which somehow made it even harder to move on. You both agreed it was best to do no contact, and you even promised yourself not to check up on him—no social media stalking, no asking mutual friends for updates. So, you had no idea what he’d been up to, or if he was even dating someone new. You had managed to avoid running into him for so long, but tonight, there was no way around it. Your best friends were getting engaged, and there was no chance either of you would miss the party. You had considered bringing a date just to make things less awkward, but time got away from you, and now, here you were walking in alone, heart pounding. And then, there he was. He looked the same, but somehow different, too. He was laughing at something, looking so carefree, and for a second, you couldn’t help but smile. But then he turned, and suddenly, his eyes were locked onto yours. Your stomach flipped. You held his gaze for a moment before quickly looking away, focusing on greeting your friends like nothing had just happened.Dinner flew by as you caught up with everyone, the nerves slowly fading. You were actually having a great time, until the music started and people made their way to the dance floor. You figured you’d sit out for a while, but before you could even think about it, Niall was walking toward you. "Can I have this dance?" he asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh. It was an old inside joke between you two. You nodded, letting him take your hand as you danced to a couple of songs. It wasn’t awkward like you expected—it actually felt… nice. Familiar, but also new. You didn’t talk much at first, just moving to the music, but eventually, you found yourselves sitting together, catching up. Hours passed in what felt like minutes, and before you knew it, the party was winding down. Just as you were about to say goodbye, he stopped you. "I’d love to start again, Y/N. Would you give us that chance?" he asked, looking nervous. You hesitated, taking a moment to find the right words. "I’d love to reconnect and see where it goes," you finally said, not making any promises but letting him know you wanted to try. His face lit up, and in that moment, you realized—whatever happened next, this was a new beginning.

Zayn:

"You're on the other side of the mirror So nothing's looking quite as clear"

Zayn and you had so much in common. When you first met, you were both in relationships, but you clicked instantly and became really good friends. Since then, you had been inseparable, always there for each other but never crossing the line. Eventually, you both became single, but neither of you made a move to turn the friendship into something more. You were still healing from your past relationships, and deep down, maybe you were both afraid of getting hurt again. But without even trying, things started to shift—you hung out all the time, called each other constantly, and suddenly, you were staying over at each other’s places more nights than not. Friends and family were convinced you were together, but the truth was, you hadn’t even kissed. But that all changed when your ex started calling again. He knew he had messed up and wanted a second chance. At first, you ignored it but the more he reached out, the more you found yourself thinking about the past. You mentioned it casually to Zayn, not thinking much of it, but the second the words left your mouth, you noticed a shift in him. He got quiet, his jaw clenched slightly. "Are you thinking about going back to him?" he asked, trying to sound indifferent but failing miserably. "I don’t know," you admitted honestly. "He says he’s changed, and… I mean, we did have something real." Zayn scoffed, shaking his head. "Something real? If it was real, he wouldn’t have let you go in the first place."His words surprised you. You had never seen him react this way before."Zayn, why are you so upset?" you asked, watching his expression carefully. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Because, Y/N! We both know how this is gonna end. He’s gonna say all the right things, you’re gonna give him another chance, and then he’s gonna hurt you again." "You care that much?" you whispered. He exhaled, shaking his head. "Of course, I care. Do you really not see it? This whole time, I’ve been telling myself we’re just friends because it was easier than admitting I—" He stopped himself, running out of words, then finally met your eyes again. "I'm in love with you Y/N." Your heart stopped. "You are?" you asked. He nodded, looking almost defeated. "Yeah, I am. And I don’t want to lose you to someone who doesn’t deserve you." Without thinking, you got closer and kissed him and it clicked you knew this was it. This was what you had been so scared of, and it had been right in front of you the whole time. When you finally pulled away, you smiled. "I am in love with you too, Zayn" Zayn grinned, resting his forehead against yours. "So, no more exes?" "No more exes," you confirmed, pulling him in for another kiss.

Harry:

"You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning And you want me badly Because you cannot have me"

Tonight was your best friend’s birthday, and you were finally introducing your new boyfriend, Thomas, to your friend group. There was only one small problem, Harry was going to be there too. Harry had been one of your closest friends for years. You were inseparable, always making plans and spending time together whenever you both were free. He just got you. At some point, you realized your feelings for him were more than just friendship, and when you finally told him, you hoped he felt the same. But instead of saying anything, he got weird and started pulling away. You were hurt, but you didn’t want to force anything, so you let things be. A few months later you met Thomas. He was sweet,and funny, and he never left you wondering how he felt. From day one, he made it clear he wanted something real, and you let yourself fall for him. At exactly 7 p.m., Thomas showed up at your door, looking ridiculously handsome. His smile grew as he took you in. "You look stunning, Y/N," he said, leaning in to kiss you. He seemed a little nervous about meeting your friends, but you assured him they’d love him. And you were right—your best friend greeted him warmly, making you feel instantly relieved. Everything was going great until Harry showed up. The second you looked up, he was already staring at you, his eyes flickering down to where you were holding Thomas’s hand. His expression changed for just a split second, but it was enough for you to notice. He made his way through the group, saying hi to everyone before finally reaching you. "Hey, Y/N. Long time no see," he said, acting cool. "Hey, Harry! I want you to meet Thomas, my boyfriend." You made sure to say it confidently as Thomas stood up to shake his hand. Harry barely acknowledged him. "Oh. Boyfriend already? Congrats," he muttered before walking off. You let out a quiet breath. But at least it was done. You decided to focus on having a good time, but you couldn’t help but notice Harry looking at you way too often. And you weren’t the only one who noticed. As you and Thomas danced together, he leaned in and smirked. "I think Harry has a crush on you. He’s been staring all night." You rolled your eyes. "I only want to be with you, babe. There’s nothing to worry about," you said before pulling him in for a kiss. After a while, you got thirsty and went to the kitchen for some water while Thomas was in the bathroom. As you poured yourself a drink, you suddenly heard a voice behind you."Was I that easy to move on from?" You turned around, your stomach twisting. Harry stood there, his expression unreadable."Are you serious?" you scoffed. "I tried to fix our friendship, and you were the one who ignored me. Now you’re suddenly saying this?" He hesitated for a second before finally speaking. "I got scared, okay? Because I liked you too. And I thought maybe if we gave it some time, we’d figure it out and be a couple." You let out a small, bitter laugh. "Now you say that? It’s too late, Harry. You’re just jealous because you can’t have me anymore." You turned to leave, but he gently grabbed your wrist. "I’m not giving up on us."You pulled away, shaking your head. "There is no ‘us’ anymore." And with that, you walked away, searching for Thomas. Your heart felt heavy, but deep down, you knew you made the right choice.

[aussiexlovexaffair]

mikey apologizes for making you feel ignored words: 2.6k! request fill: anon ask! tags: smut. tw: oral (fem receiving), light choking, dirty talk, overstimulation, implied unprotected sex author’s note: pt 2 of the michael video game fic ;) listen to: “meddle about” by chase atlantic

The last thing that Michael wants to do is make you feel ignored. His stardom doesn’t exactly make dating him any easier for you and he’s aware of that. You have to plan everything around his tight schedule, which is prone to changing at the last minute. When the two of you go on dates, you’re bombarded with the flashes of the paparazzi.

 But you always manage to figure out something— a dinner, a movie, a walk in the park— a trait that he now feels like he’s taking for granted. You put up with all of his bullshit and yet he feels like he hasn’t quite shown enough gratitude for it. Seeing your outburst was enough to knock some sense into his head. 

He has to make amends. Michael can’t just say he’s sorry and offer you slices of the pizza you bought him, which was the apology he settled for immediately after the fight. Those were just words and you were entitled to the food you purchased. That doesn’t hold enough meaning. He needs to actively do something to express just how much he’s thankful for you. Hours after the fight when Michael sees you wearing his band t-shirt and your panties, he decides exactly how he’s going to do that.

“C’mon, spread your legs for me..” His eyes find yours as he kisses the inside of your thigh. Your hands grab at the back of your legs to keep them pressed firmly against your chest. He hums in satisfaction when you obey. “Thaaat’s it… you just sit back and lemme do the rest, okay?” A breathy gasp escapes your lips when his tongue makes contact with you. He runs his tongue up your slit ever so slowly until he reaches your clit. Wrapping his lips around it, he sucks gently. His tongue swirls around in circles as he does so. “F–fuck, Michael…” Your head tips back against the navy comforters of his bed. 

You feel him smile against you momentarily. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect. Do you know that?” The green-haired boy trails his left hand up to meet your core. He uses his index and middle finger to spread your folds open for him. Shifting up to get closer to you, he spits directly onto your pussy and runs his tongue over you once again. His tongue moves fluidly, but with just enough pressure to be teasing. “You’re always so tolerant of my shit, too.” Michael’s lips meet your skin softly. “I don’t deserve you..” It’s amusing to him how you try to deny the compliment. You seemed almost offended that he’d suggest he didn’t deserve you. “That— That’s not true..” Your words fall short when he decides to employ his other hand as well. Your boyfriend’s thumb circles your clit in time with his tongue. You catch your bottom lip in your teeth, hands grasping at the sheets beneath you to try and keep yourself quiet. You inhale shakily and manage to finish your sentence. “You deserve me.”

If it was earlier, you wouldn’t be so insistent on staying quiet. But since then, Michael’s bandmates had returned to the house and that meant your moans had to be a lot quieter. He pulls away to brush the pastel green fringe away from his eyes. You can barely see the color in the light. It looked more platinum than anything. But that’s the least of your concern. He traces his fingers down your slit. “No need to stay quiet.”

You raise your head off the mattress enough to look him in the eyes. “The guys are home.” A shiver runs down your spine as his middle finger traces your entrance leisurely. You know he knows that the others are home. He had a conversation with Calum minutes before he rushed you off into his bedroom. Luke and Ashton joined him on the couch prior to that to play a round of FIFA. But you figure it must’ve slipped his mind.

His middle finger slowly dips into you, moving in and out teasingly. “So?...” The action has your body melting into the sheets underneath him. With a curl of his finger, he encourages a low whine out of you. 

“Ha… oh my god…” You let out a breathless gasp in response to the repetitive movement. His fingers aren’t as long as some of the other guys you’ve had before. His are thicker, but they still have some length to them. But you suppose you could trade one thing for another. The other guys didn’t have the skills that he had thanks to his guitar. His seem to drag against your most sensitive spots with each motion he makes. Withdrawing his finger, he smiles at your reaction.

Michael knows exactly what you want. He knows that you want him to continue, but he plays coy for a bit. “You’re right.” His eyes glide over your figure in front of him appreciatively. His lidded eyes lock onto yours. “The guys are here and it would be really awkward to do this with them at home. I guess we should just—” He’s interrupted by a quiet whimper of protest from you. “No, no, I wanna keep going.” Raising his eyebrows ever so slightly, he teases your sudden change.

“Oh, so the boys aren’t a problem anymore? What happened?… Huh? What made you change your mind?” Michael leans forward, watching as you slowly repose and allow him to loom over you. His hand traces your jaw absentmindedly. While his tone is almost sickeningly sweet, you can tell that there’s a hint of a mocking nature behind it. His fingers travel to your neck, pressing on the sides with light pressure. A pleased smile grows on his face as he watches your jaw go slack. “What?... Don’t tell me it’s this.”

Michael notices how your hand runs over his bicep and down his chest. You stop at the band of his boxers and run your fingers over the v-line he has. “Stop teasing me..” The demand you make isn’t forceful. He knows that you intended it to sound a little more commanding, but it came across like a plea. His hand releases its grip on your neck gradually. He brings it down to the black material covering him up. A thick imprint strains against the fabric. Running a hand over it, he lets out a low hiss.

“Fuck..” The feeling makes his eyes flutter closed briefly. Grabbing your hand gently, he brings it to his lap, allowing you to feel it for yourself. Your fingers glide lightly over the shaft. The muscles in his lower abdomen clench in response. “You pick the position,” he grunts out with knitted brows. “Whatever you want. I don’t care how crazy it is. I’d do it all for you.” 

You huff out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding in. His hands slide up your sides delicately and settle on your waist. “I just wanna ride you, Mikey.” He cranes his neck down to brush his nose against yours. Sighing contentedly, you cup his cheek with your hand. Michael moves his head to the side to press a quick kiss to your palm. “I wanna be able to feel all of you.” 

“Anything. Anything for you.” His head drops to the crook of your neck to trail open-mouthed kisses against your skin. He’s not just going through with the actions to solidify his apology. There’s a sincerity behind his actions which proves that— while he might not have as much time to do it— he’s prepared to give you whatever you need, much like you do for him. He uses his grip on your waist to flip the both of you over. Your thighs rest on either side of his lap. Michael runs his hands over the expanse of your legs while running his tongue over his bottom lip. The bed creaks slightly when you lean forward, your chest against his, and lift your hips. Underneath you, Michael lines himself up with your entrance and then resumes holding onto your waist. 

The first few seconds were spent slowly lowering yourself onto his dick. Sex with Michael was never painful, but he was thick enough that you had to adjust to his size most, if not all of the time that you two slept together. With gentle hands, he holds onto your lower back and groans. The feeling was something he had to get used to as well. Your walls hugging him tightly never ceased to make his hips stutter at first. “Mhmmm.. just like that..” His tip drags against your sweet spot accidentally, making your pussy flutter around him. “Oh, fuck—” The unexpected feeling has Michael tilting his head back. His chest rises and falls fervently. “I’m gonna cum if you do that again.”

With a breathless laugh, he focuses his eyes back on you. Your hips lower just a bit further until you’re an inch or two from bottoming out. Just the feeling of being so full of him is enough to cum. “Y-you feel so good…” Lifting yourself up, you slowly begin moving on top of him. His hands resting on your waist guide you as you find a steady rhythm. Lewd heavy breathing and the slick sound of you riding him echo off of his bedroom walls. To keep your balance as you speed up a bit, you place your hands on his chest. Michael instead redirects them to his shoulders so he can sit up. As you let out soft mewls of pleasure, his hands run over your chest. He cups your breasts carefully and places kisses on the swell of them. It doesn’t take long for his thumb to find one of your nipples, circling it as he sucks and kisses the other one. 

Michael’s hips slowly begin to lip up to meet yours every time you lower yourself back down onto his dick. He pulls back from your chest to watch your expressions. Your moans, which started out as hushed whines, have now grown into loud gasps and deprived whimpers. “Holy fuck… you feel so good wrapped around me.” His body is covered in a thin layer of sweat. The light green hair in his face clings to his skin. “Does that feel good?.. Is this what you need?” You can only respond with a nod as he thrusts up into you at the perfect angle. He leans in to capture your lips in demanding kisses. The action muffles your sounds temporarily, but as soon as he pulls away they return to their previous volume. He hugs you to his chest and holds onto your hips, stalling your movements. “M’ gunna fuck you like this, is that okay?” His words are shaky and spoken slowly. Though, you can’t tell if it’s because he’s too tired to speak at a normal pace or he thinks you won’t be able to understand it if he talks any faster. 

You decide it might be a mix of both considering how shaky his hands are on your body and how cloudy your mind seems to have become. “Uh-huh…” The response you mumble out is a pathetic excuse for an answer, but Michael is aware that you might be a little out of it. 

With a smile, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “That’s my girl, you just take whatever I have to give you, okay sweetheart?..” You can feel your face flushing at the praise he gives you. His thrusts upward start off gentle, getting you back into it. After a couple more thrusts, he adjusts his position and speeds up. You roll your hips in tandem with his movements as you let out sinful moans. He watches his dick pump in and out of you with a boyish smirk. Every once in a while, he’s able to catch a glimpse of a faint bulge that appears with every thrust and disappears every time he pulls out. Your walls flutter around him sensitively as you get louder. He knows you’re close— he can tell by the way you tense up slightly and how you bury your face in the nape of his neck. Coherent sentences become impossible for you to form with the growing pleasure building in your lower stomach. Instead, you opt for babbling whatever comes to your mind in the moment if you can manage to get it out.

“Oh my god— oh my god!!… I love you... I love you!..” Your nails lightly drag against his back while he keeps his pace relentless. He pushes on your lower back, trying to find the right angle that makes you see stars. Angling himself a little bit more towards your front, he hears you cry out and starts aiming for it every thrust. “Oh fuck— oh my god— Michael, m’ gunna cum!...” He keeps the same tempo and angle to bring you to the edge of an orgasm. Your walls clench around him and you feel a rush throughout your body, making your jaw go completely slack. Slowing himself down, he rubs your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. After a few seconds, the pinnacle of the feeling subsides and you’re left with a twitching feeling all over your body.

Michael hooks his hands under your thighs and tilts you back so that you’re laying down underneath him. He can feel himself moments away from cumming. “Mmph… oh shit…” His lower abdomen clenches and his motions become sloppier. Just when he thinks he’s about the cum, he pulls out of you. Broken groans escape from his lips. He strokes himself at the sight of you, his tip aimed at your stomach. Thick, pearly white ropes paint your stomach. Michael is left gasping for air softly after his orgasm, sitting back on his heels to admire his work. When he catches his breath, he shifts to the side so he can lie down. 

He feels a weight on his chest and his eyes flicker down to find you resting your head on him. Despite feeling like he’s made of lead, he manages to pull you closer silently. Michael watches you stare up at him shyly for a moment before he cracks a smile. “Don't get shy on me now.” Your eyes dart around the room for anything to look at to distract yourself. Using his thumb and forefinger, he tilts your head back to him and follows your eyes with his own. “C’mon, look at me.”

Upon hearing the request, you slowly bring your eyes up to his. His lips press softly against your forehead. The salty taste of sweat doesn’t bother him— he knows he’s probably much worse. “I love you…” He whispers affectionately. “You’re so fucking amazing for putting up with my work and the fans..” His hand smooths out the back of your hair. “And I couldn’t be more lucky to have someone like you as my girlfriend.” You lie there for a moment and take in the words. It feels good knowing that out of millions of girls, despite seeing him not as often as you’d like— he wants you. You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and respond quietly, “I love you too. And I don’t care how busy you are, how many fans you have, whatever. I’ll still want you.” A cough rings out in the otherwise quiet room. 

Your heads shoot up to where it originated from. Shielding your bodies from sight, you both come face to face with Luke looking at you through the large gap in the doorway. The blond rubs his face awkwardly and looks down. “You forgot to— uhm— you forgot to close the door.”

[imagines-1directioner]

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[hexsdexs]

No but MY roman empire is the fact that 16 year old harry styles moved in with a guy he just met (louis), and then because he was underage; made louis HIS LEGAL GUARDIAN??? Imagine all of a sudden this guy you just met is your new mom. Absolutely bonkers.

[beacarrot]

When some feeling is so big and high it doesn't even fit in the chest, let alone in lines in a notebook or on an internet blog. I get lost more than I'd like to admit, letting current events just pass by, have you ever heard of the girl who got trapped in her illusion? It's as if time doesn't pass for her, she's 15 inside her fantasy... that's me, and maybe you too!

I'm in my secret garden, where the only key to get in there is mine. The flowers are more colorful, the sun is brighter, time doesn't passes, the seasons are penetrating, the promises are silent, and the bridges of songs rescue our souls from the cold river.

I really like Tumblr for several reasons, one of which is that there are many "safe place" profiles. Besides, I feel free to post my adoration and passion for the things that I like and that make me happy, make my eyes shine, my heart race like a teenager in love!

One Direction is one of those things, probably the one that makes me most ecstatic.

I met the band when I was 14, I was entering adolescence, a dangerous territory, a lawless land, disappointments, broken hearts, complexes, I can't go into too many details, but a road not paved with only gold. But when this world hurt me too much, I needed to run, and live here and there for a little while, in my little secret world, in which I reserved my romanticism and unfinished analogies. I spend most of the year there, because I hate it here (just kidding, I don't actually hate it here, it was just an excuse to use a Taylor quote LOL)

One Direction (and the fandom) presented me with valuable things, treasures, magazines, CDs, thousands of Pinterest boards, fanfics, Wattpad, silly memes about the band, but they made me laugh a lot. The lyrics of the songs, the affection between the boys and their fans, every particularity of these special boys that warms our hearts!

Five years, five albums, five magical kids! (that's why five is my lucky number).

The band split up, but these five years and the legacy they left were so incredible, every show, every smile, every life saved, that I honestly believe they will still come back, but until that happens they deserve a rest, they deserve get to know each other.

But they made and make my adolescence worth it, for made me feel loved, I feel alive loving something as valuable as them. They remind me of my innocent and naive times, and that I don't need to grow up inside, and I'm grateful for every adventure with them, every time I turned on my computer and spent hours and nights reading fanfics LOL!

They are our teenage dream, they are our inspiration...it doesn't matter that we never touched them, we will be Wendy and they will be our Peter Pan.

And I will wait at the window for their return, to fly to the land of dreams, our private Neverland.

Happy 14 years of One Direction!

Signed: Beatriz <3

23/07/2024.

[inkywarden]

This is a long one (fr sorry in advance) but it seems I can't quite put this out of my mind. I've never really listened to One Direction, even if I as a now 32 year old, probably was in the main target audience. I never got the hype, or much more likely, I never attempted to get the hype. I remember seeing them everywhere, and since I do have eyes, I noticed they were good looking boys. I also remember (silently mind you, I was much too edgy for 1D at this point) quickly finding my fav. He looked kind, he had a nice laugh and kind eyes. He was gorgeous, with the kind of smile I fear I will never see again. Tbh I have gone until last week without listening to, or even thinking much about 1d since. I do remember him though, Liam. I've seen him in the news, on social media, and again since I do have eyes, I noticed how the boy with the beautiful smile turned in to a very, very (like extremly??? hello?) handsome man. A man who still had the most genuine, contagious smile. A smile that always spread to his eyes. That was pretty much it for my knowledge of this band, and this man, until last week.

I saw it in the news, and it made no sense to me. How did we go from there to here? I felt.. something, still unsure what exactly. I later saw my old university post a memorial type post about him on facebook. My old university being the University of Wolverhampton, where I graduated as an illustrator in 2015. That's two things, two coincidences that weirdly made me feel more connected to this stranger. The unexplained, undefined feelings I was having suddenly felt heavier. This is when I hyperfixated and consumed just about everything there is to consume about this band, and this man. I'm still not a 1D fan, but I can now, after all these years say I get it. I've seen and read so much about this man and his life now, ups and downs. In the end, tragically, it seemed to be most of the latter in later years.

Most notably, and this actually broke my heart, I noticed how that genuine, beautiful smile that used to spread across his entire face, at some point stopped reaching his eyes. This is sad, it is tragic, and it is infuriating.

The time leading up to, and the aftermath both - the takes i'm seeing out here is wild and lacking in nuance. It feels like everything always is weighed in extremes, and it is neither fair or realistic. I dont know if I feel this way due to my own personal experiences and struggles with mental health, substance and/or alcohol abuse, or if its because this is the field I am soon graduating (career change dw) to work in, and I see many of these issues close up daily. These issues are things I would argue always goes hand in hand, and it is a never a choice one makes. It is a disease. I will never have anything in common with internet people today, and I will never understand this. Whatever the reasons. I will not speculate further. What I choose to believe in and live by is whatever the circumstance, people suffering from these issues deserve some grace. It is hard, constantly, and every day. No one chooses to stay in this illness, and even if they do manage to get out, it is almost impossible to stay out.

Whatever people have done, that is still just an aspect of a whole. A single line on a piece of paper, a small piece of a bigger, much more complex picture. We are more than the worst thing we have ever done. I have to believe this, both for my own sake and for the sake of others. Life is not black and white, it exists in shades of grey.

I am confused about the range of feelings i've experienced over this, and I'm still unsure why I'm affected to this degree but here we are.

I am sad, I am frustrated, I am disappointed and I am angry. Most of all my heart breaks for Liam, who never got the chance to get better, heal, and find his smile again. I also feel actual despair at the thought of this man, that young boy, passing away thinking the world hates him. There's no fixing that now. He is gone. Please, I beg you to be kinder next time. Show some compassion. Give some grace, be kind or at the very least be quiet.

I'm not even sure why I felt the need to post this, as I mentioned before I never had a horse in this race. The only opinion I ever settled on before this last week was that if I, in an alternate universe was a Directioner, I would be a Liam girly. It appears, after all these years, I still am. I dont know what comes when life ends, but I hope you find your smile again. Whatever else, you deserved so much more than this. You were a complex piece, but still so, so beautiful.

You meant so much to so many, and I wish you could have known that in the end.

Rest in peace, Liam. 🎤🎨💙

[harry-writings]

Light My Love sneak peek to hold y’all over since I am sc*m 🤠

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He notices the way his eyes linger on every child he walks past and when he finally looks away, he has tears in his eyes. He notices how his stomach clenches and heart aches when he looks at two people happily in love, living in a moment he once did, as if they were ghosts of his past compelled to haunt him for his loss.

The last time he walked this strip, Y/n had her arm looped around his with the brightest smile on her face, occasionally laying her head against his shoulder and planting kisses mindlessly upon his cheek. He can’t explain how depressing it feels to walk this world without her now, this far away from her, after everything they’ve been through together.

The hurt only gets worse when he sees the bouquet of flowers on display in its very same place, screaming her name in just the same way they did the last time. And anything that calls to her calls to him, and he couldn’t imagine how much more guilty he’d feel if he left another part of her behind, even if it was just her ghost.

He brushes his fingers against the petals the same way she did.

“Where’s your special lady?” An unknown yet familiar voice questions.

Harry lifts his head up slowly.

“Excuse me?”

“The one you bought three of my bouquets for.” The vendor continues, to which Harry sulks even further where he stands. He isn’t ready to talk about her. He isn’t ready to accept the fact that they’re no longer together. “You know, you’re still the only lad that’s ever done that.”