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justice4canyonmoon · 2 years

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The New Neighbor

Summary: You just moved into a new apartment. You become fast friends with your neighbors across the hall, but one day, things take a different turn

hi friends!!!! it’s been a while since I’ve written for Niall, so I thought I’d get back into it with a DILF Niall one-shot!! hope you like it 😌😌

warnings: SMUT!!! 18+ only!!! dom! Niall, daddy kink (ofc), spanking, unprotected sex, slight degradation

wc: (almost) 2.8k

Moving into a new apartment building was terrifying.

It was your first place all on your own. You finally graduated college and moved to a new city for your first job. The rent on this place was relatively cheap, and it was a fairly nice place for the price. Sure, your air conditioning unit made some strange noises, but honestly, that was the only real problem. Your parents had helped you move in four days ago, but you were feeling a bit too anxious to try and meet any of your neighbors. After socializing all day at your new job with new people, coming home and meeting even more new people just seemed like a lot.

So, you were preparing for yet another night in. You had cooked some chicken tikka masala, one of your favorites, and had just sat down to dig in when you heard a knock at your door.

That was strange. You obviously weren’t expecting anyone, since you hadn’t really made any friends yet, and your family hadn’t sent you any packages or anything. You peeked through the peephole in your door and saw a young girl standing there with a small plate of something, you couldn’t quite tell what. You also saw a man standing behind her, but you couldn’t quite make our his features. Maybe they lived in the complex?

Cautiously, you opened the door. The first person you saw was the girl, who was clad in denim overalls with a pink striped shirt underneath. She looked no older than 5, with her light brown hair in twin braids tied up with pink ribbons and bright blue eyes. The plate in her hand was stacked with what looked to be chocolate cookies. Some of them were a bit lumpy, which you assumed were her creation, but some of them looked rather nice.

“Hi!” the girl chirped, pulling you from your stupor, “we’re your neighbors! I’m Mia, and this is my daddy, Niall!” You looked up at Niall for the first time and almost audibly gasped. He was gorgeous! His dusty brown hair was slightly messed up, you assumed from the hat he held in his hand, and his eyes were as bright of a blue as his daughters. The purple t-shirt he was wearing was a bit on the tight side, allowing you to get a quick glance at his lean, yet muscular build. His smile was wide and welcoming as he gestured to the door across the hall.

“Yeah, we live in the apartment across the way! Saw you moving in and didn’t get a chance to introduce ourselves, so we figured that we’d come around! Hope we didn’t interrupt anything!” Niall explained.

You shook your head, “Oh no, you didn’t interrupt anything. I was just getting ready to have dinner.”

“Ooh, then you can have cookies for dessert! Daddy and I made them together!” Mia said, shoving the plate of cookies into your grasp.

You almost dropped them from the vigor at which she handed you the plate, but you managed to save them.

“Honey, be gentle when you hand people things. You don’t want them to drop them,” Niall gently reminded his daughter.

“Oops, sorry!” the girl replied.

You chuckled, “It’s fine. They look delicious!”

“I hope you like them. We should get going now, though, don’t want to hold you back from your dinner. It was nice meeting you!” Niall said.

“It was nice meeting you, too!” you replied.

“Bye-bye…” the little girl trailed off, “oh wait! You didn’t say your name, silly!”

You laughed softly, “I’m Y/n.”

“Okay, bye-bye, Y/n!” Mia said with a wave as her and her father started to enter their apartment.

But before they did, Niall turned back toward you. His eyes flickered up and down your form quickly, so quickly that you barely even caught it.

“If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to come around!”

The door closed behind him, leaving you alone, still grasping the plate of cookies.

Had he just checked you out?

You had been moved in for a few weeks at this point. Slowly, you began to feel comfortable enough to introduce yourself to some of your neighbors, though Niall and Mia were definitely your favorites. They had even invited you over for dinner a few times, and you had the greatest time. Mia was hilarious: she was bold, daring, and loud, like a typical five year old. It was obvious how much Niall adored her, even though you could tell she exasperated him sometimes. And Niall, well…

With Niall, it felt like you could cut the tension with a knife. You had lost count of the amount of times you had caught him looking at you. Everything was kept PG since Mia was always around when you were over, but even when your back was turned to him, you could feel his eyes burning into you. You started playing a risky game, wearing slightly tighter (but still appropriate) shirts and pants to see if they would have an effect, and they certainly did. But nothing had happened between the two of you yet.

You were sitting on your couch responding to email one night when your phone buzzed.

Niall: Would you be free to come over for dinner again tomorrow night?

You looked at your phone with a little smile. You always looked forward to having dinner with the Horans.

Y/n: sure! I always love seeing both of you!

You waited for a minute and heard your phone buzz in response.

Niall: Actually, Mia will be at her mom’s this weekend. So it would just be the two of us if that’s alright.

You gulped. This would be the first time you had ever gotten Niall alone. Could tomorrow night be the night that something would finally happen between you?

Y/n: that’s alright. What time?

Niall: 7:00.

Y/n: works for me.

You were nervous, but also confident. If you played your cards right tomorrow, you’d finally get what you were craving.

When you got home from work the next day, you immediately started getting ready for the night ahead. By the time you had finished getting ready, it was already 6:55. You paced around your apartment nervously, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress. The outfit you were wearing certainly wasn’t subtle, and you were hoping that Niall wouldn’t completely reject the message you were trying to send. You spent those five minutes, the longest five minutes of your life in your opinion, worrying about it. But finally, the clock turned to 7:00 as you left your apartment and strode across the hall, knocking on his door.

When the door swung open, you both stood in shock and silence. His eyes trailed over your dress clad form. The red fabric of the bodycon dress clung to your curves perfectly. The sweetheart neckline, held up by thin straps, dipped down just enough that he could see the curve of your breasts, and the hem ended at mid-thigh, allowing Niall to see your legs, adorned with a pair of strappy black heels. Niall couldn’t find any words in that moment.

You weren’t fairing any better. He was wearing a short sleeved, black button up that showed off his muscular torso. The red pants were tight against his legs, and his hair was done perfectly, not a strand out of place. His normally bright blue eyes had darkened considerably, though you chose not to comment on it. Given that his usual attire for these dinners was a t-shirt and jeans so he could wrangle his daughter, you figured that he had the same intentions as you did now that you were alone.

“You look gorgeous, Y/n,” Niall told you when he finally got a grip on himself.

You smiled shyly, “Thank you, Niall. You look handsome.”

He grinned, opening the door and gesturing for you to enter, “Make yourself comfortable.”

You smiled a little bigger, stepping through the threshold to his home, the smell of delicious food washing over you.

The door closed behind you and Niall followed you into the kitchen. You walked over to the cabinet, knowing where the dishes were since you had been over so much, and grabbed two plates, one for each of you. Niall picked up silverware and the two of you went to the stovetop, serving yourself before sitting at the dinner table. It was silent for a little bit, the two of you not used to the quiet since there was usually a third person joining you. But you were alone, and now that you were sitting at the table, the tension was suffocating.

So to get the ball rolling, you leaned forward to grab the salt, strategically leaning so he got a clear view of your breasts. You heard him take a sharp breath, making you smirk.

“Should learn to put a little more salt in your food, Mr. Horan,” you teased.

“Should learn to wear clothes that you don’t spill out of,” he quipped.

“Oh, so you’re not enjoying the view?”

He chuckled, “I never said that. Just wasn’t sure if you intended me to see it.”

“Guess you know now,” you commented, shaking some salt onto your food and leaning over to put the shaker back, giving him a nice view once more.

“You’re killing me, darlin,” he said with a low growl.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried to deny.

He shook his head, “You’re trouble.”

“I’m only trouble if you want me to be.”

Niall looked at you, a smirk appearing across his face to match yours, “Is that an invitation?”

“Maybe. Though we should probably finish dinner first,” you replied.

“Don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”

He was looking at you ravenously, and you were sure you were looking at him the same way.

“I’d feel bad, though. You put all of this time in to make this meal, and we won’t even eat it?” “With the dress you’re wearing, I can tell you didn’t come over here to eat.”

You stayed silent, knowing he was right. His eyes twinkled with victory and mischief as he rounded the table to the other side, stopping in front of you. He pulled you up to stand and immediately pressed his lips to yours with a hunger you had never experienced before. Your hands went up to his hair, tugging on the soft brown strands. Niall groaned into your mouth, hands making a downward descent as they wrapped securely around your waist. You broke the kiss briefly to move some of the dishes still stacked on the table before sitting on top of it, pulling him to you, and kissing him once more. Niall’s hands returned to your waist. The gentle patterns he was rubbing through the fabric of your dress perfectly contrasted the ferocity with which he kissed you.

His hands moved lower then, resting on your knees briefly before traveling up your thighs. Niall’s fingers wrapped around the hem of your panties.

He broke the kiss again to ask, “Is it alright if I take these off?” You nodded, lifting yourself off of the table so he could slide them down your legs. When he threw your panties on the floor, his hands returned between your thighs, spreading them slightly before teasingly running his fingers through your folds.

“Fuck,” you cursed as you unconsciously ground onto his fingers, “you’re such a tease, Niall.”

“Want me to stop?” he taunted, pulling his fingers away.

“You’d better not,” you hissed, yanking his hand back toward your core, but he pulled it away from you again.

“A bit demanding, are we? Gonna have to fuck that out of you.”

You maintained your coy smirk, but inside you were definitely losing your cool, “Seems like you’re all talk right now, Horan.”

“I’ll show you all talk,” he growled.

Before you even process that, he flipped you and bent you over the table. You gasped softly in surprise, feeling your pussy get ever wetter.

Niall pulled up the short shirt of your dress, exposing your bare ass to him. He took your cheeks in his hands, squeezing harshly.

He leaned down and whispered, “This okay?”

You nearly moaned just from that. It was rare to find a man who actually checked in with you.

“So okay,” you said breathlessly.

Niall smirked, rolling up his sleeves, “Good. Gonna have you crying before the end of this.”

The first slap to your ass almost felt like it came out of nowhere, making you jump.

“Don’t run away from me, darlin. Take it,” Niall commanded.

“Yes, Daddy,” you murmured, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it.

“What did you call me?”

The emotion in his voice was unreadable, and you were nervous that you made a mistake.

“Daddy,” you whispered, impossibly quiet.

The smack on the other side of your ass really caught you by surprise this time.

“Can’t believe you’re this much of a little slut,” Niall growled, continuing to spank you, “let me manhandle you, bend you over the table, smack your pretty ass, and now you’re calling me Daddy.”

You pressed your backside further into his hand, making his chuckle darkly, “Oh darlin, you’re just begging for me to ruin you now.”

Niall laid down a few more harsh smacks, and soon, your whines had turned into desperate moans.

“Please, Daddy, want you inside of me,” you begged, hoping to spur him on.

“Yeah, darlin,” he said huskily, “want me to pound you into the table?” “Please!” you cried, “need you so badly!”

You heard a zipper opening and smirked in triumph.

“Gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll need me to carry you back to your apartment,” Niall murmured, rubbing the tip of his cock through your soaked folds.

“Sounds like a fucking dream,” you moaned back.

He grinned and finally pushed in, already biting back moans from how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.

“Fit me like a fucking glove,” he sounded astonished, “god, how are you real?”

“Was wondering the same thing,” you panted.

Niall smirked again, immediately finding a punishing pace as he began to fuck you. He was already making good on his promise to make you cry. You were sure the two of you were a sight to behold: Niall, still fully dressed save his unzipped pants, gripping your hips like a vice and pounding his cock into you, and you, dress bunched up, face down, ass up, tears leaking from your eyes as you gripped the table for dear life.

“Fuck, Daddy!!! Feels so good,” you sobbed.

“Yeah?” he grunted, “like being fucked this hard?” “Yes,” you practically screamed, “best I’ve ever had.”

He smirked, satisfied as he used your pussy, “means you’re gonna cum soon, right? Gonna cum for Daddy?”

You nodded, reaching down and rubbing your clit vigorously, “So close, Daddy. Just don’t stop!”

Hell would have to freeze over for him to stop. He kept fucking you deliciously hard, making sure to hit every spot inside of you that would make you scream. After one particularly hard thrust, you felt yourself tipping over the edge.

“Fuck, Daddy, I’m cumming! I-”

You cut yourself off, unable to speak as the intensity of your oragsm completely wrecked you. Your legs trembled and your body pulsed with sensitivity and pleasure as Niall fucked you through your high. You didn’t even realize that he had pulled out until you heard the slick sounds of his stroking his cock.

“Shit, darlin, you’re so fucking good for me. Daddy’s gonna cum.”

“Cum on my ass, Daddy,” you begged, sticking it out for him, “want you to mark me up.”

“Shit,” he cursed, white ropes of cum spilling out of him and painting your ass.

The two of you stopped for a moment to catch your breath.

“Hope none of the neighbors were home to hear that,” you joked, still a bit out of breath.

Niall laughed softly, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, “I’d feel sorry for them if you did. Stay right there, I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared briefly before returning with a pack of wipes. Gently, he wiped the cum off of your backside and any of your wetness that still remained between your thighs.

“God, I’m starving,” you thought aloud.

“Good thing dinner’s already on the table.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, “It’s probably cold by now. Want to order a pizza?”

Niall nodded, “Sounds good to me.”

You smiled. You had no idea what would come of this yet, but you sure as hell were glad that you moved in across the hall.

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Sat 15 May ‘21

Does Anne Marie doing promo for her and Niall’s upcoming collab count as news? Well; she did it. She posted more pics from that one (1) time her and Niall were in the same place lol, when they filmed the video- will they be physically present together again at any point during this promo? Only time will tell! Anyway, thank god for HARRY SNL OUTTAKE PICS or that would really be it, but these pics are truly worth a thousand words! (though I won’t, don’t worry) More pics of him from the shoot they did for his 2019 appearance were found (purchased I believe) and released. SO MANY pics of him in a fluffy pink tutu, messing around with a glass of champagne and posing with an unlit cigarette, plus new shots of him vamping in the sexy black jumpsuit, in his frilly blouse licking a bust (a STATUE that is, obviously, he would never), in a palm springs retiree look (yeah that one’s pretty much just normal Harry) AND- in a watermelon costume, haha, which was previously seen only hanging on the rack in the behind the scene pics from Harry Lambert. Ugh he even looks pretty when he’s snarling at the camera or dressed as a melon, what a jerk-- and that cleavage, vavavoom!! (WHAT, he didn’t push his tits together and look up coyly like a pinup like that for us to politely pretend we don’t see it!) Prettiest girl in the chorus line, give her some (more) awards!

#harry styles #niall horan #anne marie #15 may 21 #watermelon harry hey #still no statue of liberty costume pics- something to look forward to?#a quick google search to remind myself of the date of SNL unfortunately reminded me of #the ultimate DILF (discourse I'd like to forget); HARRY STYLES IS APPROPRIATING BALLET #LORD WHY #thanks for that google :|

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scarlettbelova · 2 years

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ೃ⁀➷ about me

- i’m ellie, my full name is elysia so any nicknames you like will be lovely

- i’m a minor

- bisexual

- i’m a taurus

- i need a new username - please send in requests!!

- i’m in secondary school student

- my favourite subjects include: english, history, languages, and chemistry

- fav animals: cats, sharks, cows, fish, butterflies

- fav colours: grey (often), it’s constantly changing

- i love cereal, cheese and hot chocolate

- the best chocolates are dairy milk, crunchies, and the Cadbury chocolate full of oreos

- taylor swift is my favourite person to ever exist

- i saw her live in 2018

- dilfs + milfs <3

- i love books!! especially fantasy and/or romance, but i’ll read anything (feel free to send in recommendations)

- i love creative writing but i’m a little too scared to write on here lol

- i’d love to be a singer/songwriter and/or actress when i’m older but if that doesn’t work, my idea changes every week

- i’m in many fandoms but my main ones: taylor swift, marvel, marauders, harry potter, … a lot more but i can’t think atm lmao

- these women: taylor swift, emma stone, natasha romanoff, florence pugh, elizabeth olsen, lily potter, brie larson, hermione granger, >>>

- these men: robert pattinson, ben barnes, chris evans, sebastian stan, niall horan, timothée chalamet, recent tom Holland, calum hood, sirius black, cedric diggory, mattheo riddle >>>

- i love music more than anything and i’m very open to recommendations :)

- my favourite music artists are: taylor swift, gracie abrams, 5 seconds of summer, conan gray, one direction + (all 5) solo careers, melanie martinez, the neighbourhood,

- my fav/comfort movies include: any marvel movies especially catws, tasm2, nwh, black widow, shang chi, scream, scream 5, the hp films, red notice, aladdin, greys anatomy, ant-man, bad education, a series of unfortunate events, mr & mrs smith, holidate, angelina jolie’s lara croft, death in paradise,

- the best scream movie is the first followed by the 5th, 4th, 2nd and lastly, but still brilliant, the 3rd

- i adore that one emma stone and jennifer lawrence interview

- i don’t support jkr, tf, or chris pratt

- please feel free to talk to me through inbox or dms, preferably inbox <3 feel free to have your own anon :)

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chrishemsworthsbitch · 2 months

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It will never not blow my mind that this man went from (and i say this with love) what pops up when you google the word “twink”

to this beefed up muscle daddy that’s always flexing on stage

#niall horan #daddy #and it’s a beautiful transformation #like a caterpillar metamorphosizing into the most extraordinary of butterflies #it’s beautiful to see 🥹#does this qualify as twink death to dilf birth?

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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We need some niall finding out readers pregnant plz!!

NOTE: sorry i’ve been lacking on the writing lately, but I want to let you all know I am trying my hardest to write and get these last requests done whenever I get free time. Here is one of them, finally! Hope you guys like it and thank you all so much again for 1,000+ followers. That is still blowing my mind! <3

Socks - N. Horan Imagine

For knowing you well enough to be your husband, Niall was the most abstruse when it came to your signals. Today marks the beginning of your second month of pregnancy, and the constant reminder to just flat-out tell him the news was quietly mocking you in the back of your mind. It was only a week or two (your doctor approximated) before a bump will become present in your middle.

As you sat on the couch, eyes trained on the little blue gift bag, nearly overflowing with the tissue paper rising out of it. While you continued waiting for your man to arrive home, your mind occupied itself with all of your failed attempts.

One Month Ago

You were the first thing his arms enveloped when he walked through the door and shucked his shoes off of his feet. The familiar shuffling entered your ears and sounded over the boiling pasta sat in front of you on the stove. “Hey, love,” He greeted you with a kiss planted against your temple and slid his hands beneath the bottom of your top for a firmer grip on your waist. The silver wedding band you still needed to remind him to take off before showering or sleeping sent chills down your spine when it made contact with your warm skin. A feeling of comfort filled you from his touch and also the explanation your doctor had given you days prior as to why your stomach has been so finicky with what you put in it lately.

“Hi,” you answered back in a soft voice, abandoning the ladle beside the pot for your husband’s hands instead. When you followed the same trail underneath your cotton shirt to interlock fingers with him, you tilted your head back to meet his sparkling eyes. You hoped the small bean inhabiting your stomach would attain the same shade in their irises. Before you could admire Niall’s features further, his eyelids fell closed and he bent down to lay a chaste kiss to your lips. A small clink sounded when your wedding bands tapped against each other, eliciting giggles from both of you amidst your lip-locking. He pecked your lips once more before fully separating his pair from your own and turning his attention back to the stove.

“Whatcha making?” He hummed, deciding to let his chin inhabit your shoulder while his calloused thumbs ran across the back of your hands.

“Chicken parmesan.” The inevitable grin that stretched along your face made you thankful you were turned away from Niall’s privy eyes. Your expression told all-too-well when something made you overly excited and always demanded ceaseless questions from your husband asking what happened in a tone equally as enthusiastic. At least he was staying true to his vows, you thought, thinking back to his declaration at the altar where he swore to be ecstatic over anything that caused you the most minuscule amount of glee. Niall matches your excitement, bouncing on his legs during him asking you, “with your mom’s famous sauce?” It dropped soon after when you mustered a disappointing shake of your head.

“I went to the market a few days ago and they didn’t have most of the ingredients.” Guilt began gnawing at your insides as soon as the fib slipped off of your tongue. Keeping the stoic expression while delivering the news was difficult, but you managed.

“Oh,” your eyes were trained on the steaming bot as your fingers slowly turned the knob to the stovetop down, halting the bubbles forming at the surface of the water and noodles. “So, what did you get?” You turned to bring the pot of noodles towards the colander in the sink and spot Niall’s brow, perched high on his face with suspicion.

“Check the spice cabinet.” You instructed, slowly dumping the scorching contents of the pot into the strainer. After allowing the hot water to seep into the drain, Niall obeyed your directions.

“Prego?” The disgusted murmur made your lips curl up in a devious smile. Two deep breaths were all it took for you to compose yourself enough to return the freshly strained pasta to the pot and deliver it back to the stove.

“Yep.” You answered simply.

“Why Prego?” Niall wondered aloud. A shrug of your shoulders and why not, Prego is the only answer he was gifted. He allowed it with a pondering sigh, twisting the jar around in his hands to read over the ingredients, his ring occasionally clinking against the glass. A pleasant DING drew you away from the sight as you eagerly reached for the nearest pair of oven mitts. Linking the dots from a bottle of pasta sauce was outlandish to assume from Niall, you knew this.

You noised a small, ‘ah’ and opened the oven door enough for a sliver of heat to crawl out. A content smile was brought to your face by the sight of the golden-brown bread laid out on the pan. “I forgot about my buns in the oven.” You murmured towards Niall, who glanced at you curiously as you cautiously retrieved the pan from the appliance.

“Buns,” he whispered to himself. “But,” he spoke louder at that time, earning a wondering gaze from your spot in the kitchen, “we always have garlic bread on pasta nights.” His comment was on the border of becoming a whine. It took you a few moments to process that Niall was still having difficulty catching on.

“I…you-but…” you stammered, blinking in bafflement. “Do you not get it?” Your mouth hung agape.

“Get what?” His brows furrowed in perplexity and a slight upset that his favorite side had been replaced with plain rolls. A sigh left you.

“Never mind.”

Two Weeks Ago

Intimate nights in with your husband came in the form of warm bubble baths and booze. Fortunately, nixing one of those from your agenda brought fewer questions from Niall than you initially thought when you gave him the lousy excuse that they had been the cause for your recent headaches or stomach troubles. Rather than ending a sensual night with merlot-stained lips, he offered to brew you a calming herbal tea instead. You took it graciously and sighed in bliss from the first sip once it traveled down your throat.

“I know I’m not drunk right now, but I’m going to say something crazy anyways.” You shifted your position on the couch, so your body was fully leaning against Niall’s naked torso. He chuckled and accepted your languid figure with open arms.

“Go ahead, petal. M’ all ears.” He mumbled, taking a break from the recorded golf match on the television before you. He pressed a delicate kiss against your forehead.

“You are such a DILF.” You giggled the words into his bare chest, but Niall understood almost everyone.

“I’m a…”

You brought your face away from his peck and repeated, “A DILF,” with your voice much clearer. Niall answered with a hesitant thank you before admitting he had no clue what the word meant. Yet another aggravated sigh passes through your mouth.

“Forget about it.” You decided and lifted the mug of warm tea to your lips for another sip.

Present

The muffled sound of a car door smacking shut makes your body brittle instantly. Behind your ribs, you felt the comforting thumps of your heart rapidly increase. Placing your palms against your stomach cloaked by one of Niall’s sweatshirts, you began whispering urgently to the raspberry-sized life taking form inside of you.

“Daddy’s home. Let’s go tell him the good news!” You hoisted yourself up from the couch. The thought of not being able to even do that within the coming months has you both equally excited and dreadful.

“Hey, love.” Your husband enters the door, greeting you over the sound of crinkling plastic bags. “Sorry I took so long. I only meant to grab a few things…” he chuckles sheepishly, bringing a hand around to scratch the back of his neck. “You mind helping bring the rest in? I’ll start putting them up.”

As badly as you wanted to blurt the news out right then, you conceded with a nod. A few more minutes of waiting will not kill you. While grabbing as many bags as you could from the trunk of Niall’s car, you cursed at the sight of something falling from the bottom of one of the bags. You grumbled, inspecting the tear at the bottom of the plastic before turning your gaze to the ground. A sharp intake of breath, a few blinks of your eyes…were they not deceiving you?

Observing the pair of baby socks on the ground was one thing. But reaching down and swooping the two identical pieces of cloth was a whole new experience. Tears brimmed your eyes, and thoughts floated through your head, all leading back to the same question: how did Niall find out?

You re-entered the house, setting all of the bags beside the few Niall had carried inside with him. “Thanks, petal. What do you want fo—” He turns away from the open refrigerator and freezes when he sees the pair of baby socks in your hand. “Can I ask?”

“Uh…I like dinosaurs. These were the only size they carried em in.” You tilt your head sideways and lifted your brows in a knowing stare.

“Niall…how did you find out?”

“F-find out what?”

“That I’m pregnant.” The two of you remain catatonic in the room for a few seconds. Had it not been for the humming of the refrigerator, you would have thought the time was paused.

“Your pregnant?” Niall croaks out, eyes sympathetic. A hand reaches up to glide the brown tendrils from his forehead. “I just saw those walking through the store and thought it’d be time to try again. I-I was going to ask when I thought you were ready, but…” like a wall had collapsed between the two of you, Niall strides to the opposite side of the kitchen where you were stood, mouth ajar. He embraces your hands in his.

“It’s true? You’re…we…” He couldn’t find words, but there were none necessary. You nodded furiously, squeezing his hands tight in your own, and thinking how soon it will be for another pair to join them.

“I found out right away when I went to my doctor’s visit almost two months ago. I’ve been trying to hint it at you this whole time, you just never noticed.”

“You were?” Niall gasps. “Wait…is that why you called me daddy in bed the other night?” Niall’s eyes enlarge and you flush a shameful red, recalling your desperation between the sheets just last week.

“No comment. Anyways…” you retreat into the living room. Niall was tailing you the entire way to the small coffee table, where you raised the bag and handed it to him. “This was the only other idea I had that would get the point across. I was going to give it to you when you walked in, but, you know…”

Niall eagerly sifts through all of the tissue paper, until his hands grasp of the piece of clothing in victory. He removes it from the bag and unfolds it, to reveal a navy-blue onesie, fit for an infant. Bold, white text mimicking the font to his latest album, Heartbreak Weather, reads out “Nice to Meet Ya, Dad!” It was only seconds before your face was colliding against Niall’s shoulder, his strong arms clutching both you and his future child’s first piece of clothing. He sinks to his knees before you, lifting the sweatshirt you were still donning in exchange for the sight of your stomach.

"S' nice to meet ya too, little one."

#niallhoran #niall horan #niall horan imagine #niall horan imagines #niall horan fluff #niall horan smut #niall horan angst #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan oneshot #niall horan blurb #niall james horan #nialljameshoran #one direction fanfiction #one direction fluff #one direction imagine #one direction imagines #one direction oneshot #one direction fanfic

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meetmyblondemuffins · 3 years

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About me:

Birthdate ➪ 29th may

Pronouns ➪ she/ her

Ethnicity ➪ British

Gender identity ➪ woman

Sexual orientation ➪ bisexual

Personality ➪ the entertainer- esfp

Zodiac big three ➪ Gemini sun, Pisces moon, Virgo ascending

Favourite colour ➪ navy blue, neon purple

Where I live ➪ Cambridgeshire, UK

Best movies/ tv shows 🍿

To watch/ currently watching 🖥

Celebrity crush list 🤩

Favourite tropes 📚

Inspo from @agentofbarnes

#about me

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bowerywilliam · 3 years

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niall horan is my favourite DILF (dumbass i'd like to fight) 🥰

#from the drafts #why is sleep deprived and slightly drunk me funnier than regular me this is a hate crime fjsmckmzmcmc #to keep

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ao3feed-larry · 1 year

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Mon Amour [L.S.]

by appythealpaca

Gemma is the better Styles, a super-model and a podcaster and the CEO of Amour is her fanboy.

Liam is the 'DILF' model with a broken heart.

Niall is getting married and loves Amelia very much.

Harry takes care of the guy stumbling into his bar every night and has a daddy kink.

And Louis, well, Louis loves straight Vodka and his company, both his brand and his Curly.

Oh, and take out your tissues, it's OT5...

This is 'Mon Amour' featuring Theo and Khai and a little someone ;)

Words: 793, Chapters: 2/22, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Gemma Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, The Tomlinson Family, The Styles Family

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Michal Mlynowski/Gemma Styles, Niall Horan/Amelia Woolley

Additional Tags: Bottom Harry, Top Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles Calls Louis Tomlinson "Daddy", So there's daddy kink obviously, nouis bromance, Lirry Bromance, zouis, Thank me later, CEO Louis Tomlinson, Model gemma styles, Mama's so hot-, Niall baby gets married!!!!, Smut- there's so much smut, degradation kink?

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/DjTxS0d

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #Mon Amour [L.S.]#<p>by <a rel= href="/users/appyt

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kieumy-archive · 2 years

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So Eli has a suggestion for the dilf council... Niall Horan and I'd like to suggest Louis solely bc he gave silver fox vibes

I agree with all of these idc idc

I would also like to nominate Mitch Rowland, Harry’s guitarist and friend, who Harry called a dilf today soooooo

#ask #answered #jake ⚡️#the dilf/milf discourse #it’s back!!!

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irish-nlessing · 6 years

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#WWND if he found out you had a crush on his dad?👀

Listen, Bobby Horan is a fucking legend and I won’t apologize for my love of the original dilf.

Also, Niall would be horrified.

#wwnd

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5hfanfiction · 6 years

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Baby Jauregui - Chapter 1

Your POV

“Lily!” I cheer. She’s easily my best friend, she’s the only other girl my age on tour. There’s also TJ, who’s a boy. We’re kind of like the three musketeers. Lily and I have been best friends since I was born pretty much.

She went home for a couple days to see her Dad but was now back.

“Y/n!” The brunette screams, running to me as well. I envelop her in a big hug, spinning her around a little bit, lifting her off the ground. “I missed you.” She smiles, tightening her grip on my neck.

“Yeah, I’m sure. How was your dad’s?” I ask, putting the brunette down. She shrugs as we start walking back to the venue.

“Y/n! Lily! Can we get a picture?” Lily and I turn around and see a bunch of fans lined up behind a fence, holding out their phones. We walk over and take pictures while talking to the fans. “You guys are really cute together.” One of the fan says.

“Oh, we’re not together. We’re just friends.” Lily says awkwardly, making the fans all nod, but their faces looked like they didn’t believe us. I nod awkwardly, and Lily and I actually go to the venue. “Well, that was a little weird.” She mumbles as we walk into the dressing room.

“What was a little weird?” Mom asks as I sit next to her.

“The fans told us we were cute together, like as a couple…” I mumble, Mom and Camila laughing. “And Lily said we weren’t together but they looked like they didn’t believe us.”

“They won’t. You guys could release a fucking sex tape with a boy, and they still wouldn’t believe you.” Mom mumbles.

“That’s a good idea.” I smile, Mom giving me a warning look. “I’m kidding. I would never release it.” I joke, the room laughing, Mom still sending a glare towards me.

“Y/n Clara… that’s not funny.” Mom says angrily.

“I wouldn’t release it. I’m not joking.” I say, trying to keep a straight face. Lily was practically pissing herself next to me.

“You aren’t leaving the house until you’re 30,” Mom says, letting out a deep breath. sitting back on the couch.

“Won’t you be like dead?” I ask laughing.

“I’ll be 48!” She says offendedly.

“That’s what I said.”

“Hey! 48 is a perfectly healthy and young age!” Clarissa says angrily from across the room. I put my hands up in defense, Mom laughing and pinching my cheeks.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” She says.

“When I’m 30?” I ask laughing.

“That’s enough.” She warns, poking my nose, she stayed in a very close range to me.

“You make me uncomfortable,” I mumble, Camila and Lily trying to suppress their laughter, Mom still looking angrily.

“So Lily, what can you tell us about Michael?” Mom smiles, putting her hand over my mouth. I shake my head rapidly, Lily smiling.

“Well they made-” I tackle her, straddling her, and putting my hand over her mouth.

“We made it to church.” I smile, turning around to Mom who had her eyebrows raised in amusement. Lily licks my hand, and I automatically retract, wiping my hand on her face.

“Eww.” She pouts.

“You shouldn’t have licked my hand.” I shrug, Lily not replying. I climb off of her, sitting back next to Mom. “He’s religious.” I shrug, Mom laughing.

“There’s no way on earth you would ever date a religious guy. You can’t even stand going to church on Easter and Christmas.” Mom laughs.

“Well, he’s enlightened me. It’s always a good relationship when God is in the center.” I say, closing my mouth immediately, attempting to suppress the smile that was coming across my face.

“Amen girly.” Ally says from the corner. That’s when I lose it, along with Mom.

“Ally. She was joking.” Mom says in-between her laughs. Ally looks insulted, and holds onto her cross, closing her eyes, and starts mumbling things. “Is she praying?” Mom laughs. I calm down a little wiping my eyes from the tears that had formed there.

“Ohhh, I think we all needed that,” I mumble taking a deep breath. Mom nods, and I look over at Lily who had a smile on her face as well as we made eye contact.

“Y/n ?” Mom yells from the back lounge.

“What?” I call from the front.

“Come here, kid!” I stand up walking to the back, to see her sitting there alone. Uh oh. This usually means we have to have a deep talk. I take a deep breath sitting next to her. She puts her arm around me, pulling so I’m laying on her chest. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and Michael, but I just wanted to remind you that if you need to talk I’m here. I want you to be comfortable in this… whatever you are with Michael. I want to make sure that you like him, and you want to be with him. I don’t want you to regret the decisions you’re making.” Mom mumbles, rubbing my back.

“I’m fine. I like him, he likes me, I’m ok.” I promise her. She looks at me like she was worried. “I’m ok. I promise. Plus, I won’t be seeing him for 2 months, so it’s nothing you have to worry about for a while.” She nods, kissing my forehead.

“I’m serious. If you need to talk you know I’m here.” She says, pulling me in for another hug. “I just want you to be happy.” She whispers, kissing the top of my head.

“I am. And I think you know that if I’m not I’m going to do something about it.” I say, causing Mom to smile and nod her head. “Just the way Ally raised me,” I smirk, causing Mom to scoff.

“Way to ruin the moment JJ.” Mom mumbles as I stand up.

The fans referred to me as JJ, Jauregui Junior. I walk back to my bunk, scrolling through Twitter when I receive a text from Lily.

From: Lily the Loser: I’m coming to your bus! I’m sleeping over. Big news!

To: Lily the Loser: What’s up?

From: Lily the Loser: Be there in a sec.

My bunk curtain opens, and Lily is standing there with a huge smile on her face. “Scoot over.” She smiles, hitting my lower stomach. I move back so my back is against the wall, and Lily climbs in, lying parallel to me. “Michael texted me.” She smiles.

“Ok, well that makes sense because you guys are friends…” I mumble, Lily rolling her eyes.

“No, he was asking me for advice on your date.” She squeals, hitting my arm.

“Ok. So he wants it to be a good date.” I shrug, Lily scoffing.

“No! Well yes, but also he really likes you.” She smiles.

“Really? I had no idea. It’s not like he asked me to be his girlfriend.” I say sarcastically.

“I really don’t appreciate your attitude. But you said no, and he still likes you.” She smiles.

“That’s not something I was worried about.” I laugh.

“Alright. Whatever.” She groans.

“Is that the only reason you came?”

“No, I miss Kevin and I wanted to snuggle.” She mumbles, turning around, pressing her back against my front. Well, that was a little unexpected. She grabs my arm, draping it around her waist, as I lay down. It was like 10:30, and I was fucking exhausted, so I’m going to bed. I lay my head on the pillow, Lily laying down as well, the light of her phone filling up my otherwise dark bunk.

I rest my head on top of her’s, and she opens Instagram. I look down at her smiling softly. “You’re a loser.” I smile, just letting her know occasionally.

“Fuck off.” She laughs. I put my head back where it was on top of Lily’s, and look at her phone, she had taken a picture of us, me smiling down at her, her smiling like an idiot at the camera. She captioned it ’Whispering sweet nothings’ making me laugh lightly.

“Me telling you that you’re a loser is whispering sweet nothings?” I laugh lightly, laying my head down on the pillow.

“Yeah.” She laughs.

“Say uncle!” Lily yells. We were wresting because I said that Liam Payne was more of a DILF than Niall Horan. She had me ‘pinned’ which I thought was really funny because I could flip her over in a matter of seconds. Which I did.

“No thanks,” I smirk, Lily rolling her eyes. I put both of her wrists in one of my hands, smirking as Lily gives me a death glare.

“Smile kids.” Dinah smiles walking into the room with her phone out. I smile, and Lily glares.

“Oh, don’t be so angry.” I smile, pinching her cheeks.

“Uncle…” She mumbles. I smirk, climbing off of her, sitting with my back against the couch. Lily grabs her phone, sitting up on the other couch opposite of me, looking at her phone, making me smile to myself.

“And by the way, I think Y/n was right.” Dinah smiles, pushing her hair out of her face.

“Oh, that’s just because you guys are married.” Lily groans, rolling her eyes at the singer.

It was no secret Lily was beautiful. She had these bright blue eyes, and jet black hair, freckles across the top of her cheeks and nose. She was about 5'1", and she was really skinny. She wasn’t really an athlete, she just had a crazy fast metabolism. She was an intense girly girl. We were polar opposites.

I had brown hair, green eyes, and I was a little over 5'7". My Mom said my dad was decently tall, so there’s also a chance of me growing a little bit more. I had more of an athletic build, I’ve been told I looked like my Mom when I was her age, except I was a bit tanner, and I obviously had more muscle than she did. Also, I wasn’t as girly as Lily was. I mean, I hated dressing up, and I usually wore jeans and t-shirts, because unless you were going somewhere important, there was no need for anything else.

“Hey, Y/n. This place has a pool.” Mom smiles walking into the room.

I’m a swimmer, so it’s important for me to swim where I can. It’s so nice to just get in the water and swim. Loosen all the tight muscles and relax.

I get up, going to my bunk and grabbing a swimsuit and cap and goggles.

“You coming?” I ask Lily. She looks up from her phone and shrugs. Lily and I had this tradition that when there was a pool I would swim and she would use the pool deck to get away from her mom.

I help her up, and we head to the venue. I follow the signs, showing me to the locker room. The cool thing about my Mom doing stadiums is depending on what sport it was, they usually had some sort of practice room or weight room, or just somewhere that I could go to work out.

Lily sits, on the bench, and I stand next to her. She was still on her phone. I take off my shirt, throwing it on her head. She doesn’t react for a little bit, and I laugh lightly, taking off my bra, putting it on the other side of me. “Hey!” Lily says angrily, taking my shirt off of her head, looking up, noticing I’m half naked. “Nice tits.” She teases, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Lily and I have changed in front of each other hundreds of times. I know what her boobs look like, she knows what mine look like.

I take off my bottoms, sliding on the swimsuit, wrapping all of my clothes in my t-shirt, handing it to Lily as I put on my cap. We head out to the deck, and I stop dead in my tracks when I see the pool. It was beautiful.

It was six lanes, 50 yards long. “Woah.” I turn my head, seeing TJ, standing there in his swimsuit in awe as well. Tony Jr. was the son of Tony Sr. who was my Mom’s manager. We usually swam together.

“I know. It’s beautiful.” I mumble, turning my attention away from the blonde boy. “Let’s go.” I smile, putting on my cap. TJ nods as we quickly run to the end of the pool, and simultaneously dive in. Oh my god. This water was unbelievable. I don’t know how long I was swimming, I do know I’ve swum over 4,000 yards at this point, which means maybe about an hour and a half, two hours.

I haven’t seen TJ, I think he might have gotten out a little while ago. There was a tap on the side of the wall, so I stop and look up once I reach it, seeing Lily. “You’ve been in here for almost 2 hours. Get out.” She mumbles. I nod, pushing myself out of the pool.

“Thanks.” I smile when she hands me a towel. I take off my cap and goggles and dry myself with the towel as we start going back into the locker room.

“Are you going to shower?” Lily asks.

“Unless you want me to smell like chlorine,” I smirk, sliding off my swimsuit, stepping into the shower. When I’m done I hope I don’t smell like chlorine anymore. I walk back to where Lily was sitting with my clothes. I get dressed, Lily avoiding eye contact with me. She had some weird thing where she would never even talk while I was getting dressed

“Leggo.” I smile, sliding back on my sneakers.

We walk back to the bus, seeing Mom and Ally in the front. “Hey, how was the pool?”

“It was Olympic sized.” I smile, plopping down next to her.

“How many yards did you do?” She asks.

“4,650.” Lily mumbles, not looking up from her phone. I guess she counted.

“4,650.” I smile, turning back to Mom, who laughs lightly nodding.

“I guess you did.” She smiles, fixing my hair.

“Stop, it’s fine,” I mumble, slapping her hand away and running a hand through it.

“I was just trying to help you.” She pouts. I hear my phone go off in my bunk, and I go to get it.

From: Michael Rossin: I miss you :(

To: Michael Rossin: Only 5 weeks :)

From: Michael Rossin: You’re not helping…

To: Michael Rossin: Be an optimist!

From: Michael Rossin: Only 3 months until I can be yours!

To: Michael Rossin: There it is!

From: Michael Rossin: The first part of that was sarcastic… I want us to be together now.

To: Michael Rossin: That’s no way to start off a relationship. I’ll be all yours in 3 months.

From: Michael Rossin: I really want to kiss you…

To: Michael Rossin: I really want you to kiss me

From: Michael Rossin: Come home :(

To: Michael Rossin: I can’t. Isn’t it like 3 am at home?

From: Michael Rossin: Yeah.

To: Michael Rossin: Go to sleep. You have school tomorrow. I’ll text you in the morning.

From: Michael Rossin: Okay, good night <3

I smile to myself at the text, and lock my phone, sliding it in my pocket as I walk back to the living area. I don’t see Lily… “Where’s Lil?” I ask, Mom looking up from her book.

“She stormed off when you giggled at your phone,” Mom says, raising her eyebrows.

“Why?” I ask, sitting next to her.

“I’m not going to tell you my theory.” She mumbles looking down at her book. Why does she have a theory? What’s going on?

A/n: Sorry for mistakes, I would love feedback, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.

#UPDATE #series #AU #/you #family #submission #Baby Jauregui

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