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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Someday My Prince Will Come Part 3:

Leather Jacket

Tuesday morning came with the sun and a new perspective. Yesterday had grown cloudy as Harry had become rather… aroused. But I still couldn’t get over his appearance; his perfect hair, his gorgeous face, his hard chest, deep eyes, and raspy, seductive voice.

He had a way of talking to me that felt so intimate his words alone could give me wet dreams. But I had to get that Prince babe off my mind and focus on Liam.

Liam seemed a bit dull from my mother’s explanation of him. He seemed more like an old man than a hot, rich man my age. I would frankly be fine if he was a dilf, so long as he wasn’t like any of the men in my village.

Songbirds sang cherry songs, but I felt like I was hung from the ceiling by the seat of my pants.

Meeting Harry on the first day was such a roadblock for me.

He arrived right on time wearing a leather jacket and looking extremely handsome, just in a different way than Harry.

Harry had been a bad boy kind of hot whereas Liam looked more put together. Every strand of his hair was perfectly in its place and he looked tame if anything.

I didn’t know how to react to seeing him. Harry had immediately begun dominating the day from the moment we laid eyes on each other, but Liam seemed to be taking a different approach.

I walked over to him and gave him an awkward little hug, feeling my cheeks flame with embarrassment at my sudden burst of confidence.

Straightening stiffly, he tugged at his sleeves awkwardly before shaking your hand and introducing himself.

I made a point to introduce myself and he gave the most contagious smile. “I know,” he grinned, “what other drop dead gorgeous girl would be standing in this garden right now?”

“Good point.” My cheeks heated up even more with the compliment. It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to them, I got them constantly from other villagers, but from these men?

He laughed again and the sound rang clear like bells through the clear, soft morning.

Liam was wearing a cold, low key outfit like Harry had been, but it clearly showed me that he was wealthy and high in society.

I was wearing a sheer teal drape dress over a gray slip. My hair was down and wavy and Liam stroked it up and down. The feeling of his fingers on me sent my mind spiraling.

I led him through the garden to the bench where Harry and I had been the previous afternoon. There was very little breeze today, which meant my hair stayed in place. The still circumstances didn’t keep leaves from falling from trees, however. I looked like an island girl as petals fell from blossoming trees into my hair.

Along with the petals came an insect, which Liam took upon himself to dispose of. The look of concentration on his teddy bear face was to die for; the precise calculations of his every movement made my mind race. Sure, he might not be as cocky and dominant as Harry, but he was still hot as hell.

At one point, we were walking along the fairytale path that wrapped around the ethereal fountain and I couldn’t help myself, I reached my hand gingerly out and stroked Liam’s jawline, his stubble caressing my fingers roughly.

The sensation made me giggle with pleasure and he couldn’t help smiling.

“You really are as perfect as your mama made you seem, huh?” His voice was still new to your ears due to his quiet nature. The words flowed out like golden honey and you grinned at the sound of it.

“You’re just an angel aren’t you?” He asked and you felt even more loved than Harry’s slightly degrading pet talk.

Reaching up and cupping his cheeks in my hands, I kissed him. His stubble tickled my lips and I smiled against it.

He was probably shocked, but he did a good job disguising it. I realized that if I felt the need to hide my true self from them they must not be good enough for me to show it to.

But he simply bent down to my level and kissed me. On my lips.

When I say the sensation was sensational, I mean it in the least cliché way possible. After that, Liam intertwined our fingers more confidently and didn’t pull away when I rested my head against his solid chest.

His leather jacket found its way around my shoulders by the end of the night and I nearly melted into it.

He looked like such a bad boy wearing it, but he was actually so soft. I wondered why he felt the need to cover that up, but I wouldn’t prod. If we were meant to be, we would be, and he could tell me everything.

I could tell him everything.

Every little secret, every white lie, everything. We would be the treasurers to each others’ secretive accounts and stand rigid line soldiers guarding each other. I could see it.

I didn’t know if he could yet, but we could work on that.

When the day was over, I cried when he left. I could still smell him from the jacket that had warmed me all night. I would never forget feeling his soft but hard hand in mine and hearing his gentle, deep breaths as they escaped him, causing him to live, exist.

And I wanted to breathe and live with him.

The rough love that Harry had portrayed would have beat Liam bloody. He would have bruises and scars all over his heart. I felt inclined to hold it and nurse it back to health, injecting it with every kind word I could muster.

I wanted to inflate his ego like Harry seemed to want to inflate mine.

I wanted it all.

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harrys-yellow-snow · 11 months

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perfect - an h.s one shot °•. ✿ .•°

PART ONE

word count: 2.5k

themes/triggers/tropes: fluff, angst, lime (do people even say that anymore), arguing, fake dating, relationship...fixing?

It’s been months. Months since that last call, and even longer since that last text. She couldn’t stop thinking of the way she ran her hands through his soft hair. Or the way his fingers traced her jawline when he rested his head in her lap. She hated to admit it, but she missed it.

Nova looked out her window, admiring the view of New York City from ten stories above ground. The Empire State Building could be seen in the distance. Manhattan was beautiful from the air, but looking down made her nauseous sometimes.

Most of the time, she kept glancing down at her phone, waiting for a notification. Not just from him, but from anyone. Her friends, her family, or even people she hadn’t spoken to in years that somehow still had her phone number. Yet, it stayed silent. No sign of life had come from her friends. She hadn’t spoken to anyone in a couple days. Some days, she liked it that way. But other days, like today, she missed them dearly.

She slid off the windowsill and made her way into her kitchen. Nova’s apartment had two rooms, so it was just across the way. Her bed and the bathroom connected from the living room and dining area. She didn’t spend as much time there as she should. The white marble cabinets glistened in the natural sunlight coming from the window. She opened the one above her and took down a box of cereal and a bowl. She liked her cereal dry. She knew she shouldn’t, but it didn’t matter. She sat down at the dining table and began to eat.

It was hard to swallow. Yes, she enjoys dry cereal, but her throat was tight. So were her eyes and her fingers. Nova hadn’t even realized how hard she was gripping the table. She knew she should be over him. It had been months. But she couldn’t stop staring at the empty chair across from her, imagining the perfect way his eyes lit up and the creases that formed near his cheeks when he smiled. She loved his dimples, getting deeper every time she tickled him. As all those memories came flooding back, she slammed her bowl every time she took a spoonful of cereal, She carefully reviewed each and every word she wanted to say to him as he was leaving, as well as the curses she screamed when the door shut for good. All that was left was the smell of his cologne on her sheets. It was impossible for her to sleep in them without thinking of the pain it brought her. All the mistakes she made that night, all of the horrible things she said without realizing. She wanted him back. That’s really all she needed to say.

Nova finished her breakfast and cleaned her dishes. The clouds slowly drifted away from the sun, revealing a beautiful blue sky and a perfect horizon. She looked down from her window to see groups of people cluttered together, walking down the sidewalks. She remembered the countless bags in her hands and the long credit card bills she received. It seemed to be a coping mechanism to get him off of her mind, but it didn’t work all the time. It brought back memories of all the money he spent on the clothes she didn’t deserve. They were deep in her closet, never to be worn again.

Speaking of clothing, she slipped on a light orange t-shirt and a pair of white pants. Her black and white sneakers were a bit tight around the toe, but comfortable overall. She locked up her apartment and made her way down to the street.

When Nova made her way out of her apartment building, she was instantly hit in the face with blaring heat. She felt a bead of sweat drip down her forehead as she started walking. This level of heat always gave her headaches if she wasn’t prepared. The light of the sun reflected off of the cars parked on the side of the road. Puddles were still on the curbs from the rainstorm a couple of nights before. Patches of grass poked out from the cracks in the sidewalk near the drains. All of these disfigurements made her realize not everything was perfect.

Nova headed down at least ten blocks before she got to Times Square. She made her way through the bustling crowds to get a clear view of the New Year’s Ball. However, a pit in her stomach grew as she remembered their New Year’s kiss. On the balcony of his apartment, the ball drop could be seen half a mile away. The spotlights were flashing, but so were cameras below them. The flashes reproduced, which caught their attention. He shrugged, gave the paparazzi the finger, and they headed back inside. They wouldn’t leave him alone.

For the longest time, she thought he would never leave her alone, but that wasn’t the case. She shook her head, telling herself to snap out of it. She had to get over him sooner or later.

The aura was beautiful. She craned her head to look at all the vibrant billboards giving off appealing flares of color. Pictures moved in unison, all across the Square. Then, she saw it. Him.

Harry Styles Love On Tour: New York City. September 21-23. Nova froze in her tracks, letting everyone walk around her. She didn’t care about the dirty looks she received, or the people brushing her shoulders to squeeze through. As quickly as the billboard came, it went. She hadn’t seen him in so long. She refused to look at pictures, watch interviews, read articles, or do anything that had to do with him.

Nova put her head down and kept walking, keeping an eye on her shoes. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw beat-down sneakers, luxurious Gucci boots, and blue flip-flops, but she glanced at her again. She bought these with her own money, not his.

As much as she didn’t want to think about the billboard, she couldn’t stop. His hair was slicked back with the perfect amount of gel. His casual mustache was gone, but his green eyes were sparkling. She thought of all the times he endearingly looked at her from across the room, waiting for a hug or a simple kiss on the forehead. When he wrapped his arms around her, pure bliss and red flush filled her cheeks. His chest was warm like a cushion. She would crane her neck up and rest her chin on his chest, getting a close look at his facial features. Some days, he decided not to shave, leaving small patches of extra hair on his jawline for her to trace her finger over. He moved his head around, squirming underneath her when his face was tickled. He’d pull her in for a kiss and she’d come closer to her. And that was only the beginning.

She had to keep going. Ahead of her was a long street connecting to Times Square, but only a few cars were parked next to the curb. She already needed time away from the bustling crowds, which usually didn’t happen.

No one recognized her. When the first dating rumors came out, her face could barely be seen, even though they were all after her. From the ground, the angle was strange. He was dressed in all black with his hands wrapped around her face, pulling her as close as possible. She was in a gray hoodie as small flakes of snow started piling in her hair. He pulled her hood up and smiled into the kiss, but then they spotted the cameras. After that, she didn’t remember much of what happened. Stories were released, which tore them apart. He was afraid they’d be after her, but they weren’t. She didn’t see many negative responses to the situation, but she knew there definitely were some. That’s what Harry didn’t want her to get caught up on. Then, they started falling apart, not just because of the rumors. They claimed they didn’t love each other as much as before. It broke her. Not just her heart, which she always thought was corny, but her physical health seemed to deteriorate. Sleep deprivation stabbed her like a knife, leaving her in terrible pain. That led to mental misconfigurations, cognition issues, and an overall pissy mood.

After a couple weeks, Nova could barely function. She refused to go out, claiming she was too tired. The city was too bright for her. Too many people to get in her way. Maybe someone would recognize her, pull her to the side, ask her about her ex-boyfriend, possibly even threaten her for “breaking his heart,” when in actuality, he broke hers. She still wasn’t sure what she did, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore.

She came to the end of the street, both mentally and literally. Her thoughts came to a stop and so did the rough pavement. It went back to being a smooth, cement road, like they decided that this street wouldn’t be paved. In this state, her thoughts of the breakup weren’t paved. They were bumpy and hard to make out. She didn’t have a clear idea of what happened, what caused it, or what she did wrong. What was so wrong with dating him? Other than the fact that they were constantly being followed, she didn’t see anything wrong. New Years was the only night they were ever seen together, then the news somehow suddenly broke out that they had split up.

Mentally, Nova slapped herself, telling her to stop thinking about it. It had been hours since she left the apartment and no other thoughts came to mind except her own mistakes. That stupid billboard didn’t help.

Her stomach grumbled, telling her it was ready to be fed again. Right down the road, there was a bagel shop. New York City famous bagels were something she craved for months at a time, even if she had them every day. As she neared the shop, she took a deep breath, taking in the crisp, burnt smell of the iconic bakery. She stepped inside and was taken aback by the beauty of her favorite shop. It wasn’t as crowded as it usually was on a Tuesday afternoon. She was just in time for brunch, possibly early lunch. She waved to the familiar man at the counter, who shot her a smile.

“Hey, Nova! What can I get for you? You want your regular?” This was the ideal time for his thick Brooklyn accent to shine.

“Yes, please,” Nova said. As her friend went in the back to place the order with the bakers, she looked around the shop, imagining the food was about to be receive. An everything bagel with ham, cheese, and pickles. She had a strange taste in food (no pun intended), but she didn’t mind. It was mostly unique combinations of healthy foods, but there were a lot of popular foods she didn’t like. She hadn’t eaten meat in a while because she went pescatarian a couple months ago…

Nova sat down at the table closest to the window and looked out at the street. People on both sides passed by quickly. She loved people watching. In airports, on subways or the bus, or at small shops like these. Her eyes scanned across the window, watching some people enter the bagel shop, watching some leave, or just watching some walk by. Her friend tapped her shoulder, making her direct her attention towards him and the basket of food he put down in front of her. She thanked him and began to eat.

This was a flavor she hadn’t had in a while. Smoked ham on a mildly spicy bagel, with a hint of sweetness from the cheese. It was perfect.

Another ring from the opening door filled the shop. Most people turned their heads like little kids in class whenever an unexpected visitor arrived. Nova was one of those children, poking her head up from her basket after saving a droplet of cheese from getting on her shirt. His hair was short and dark. He wore a blue and gray flannel and light blue jeans. His feet were protected by black and white Adidas sneakers. When he turned around after placing his order, she saw his face.

Niall.

She hadn’t seen him in so long. Did no one recognize him? They made eye contact and his blue eyes lit up. A smile spread across his face as he made his way over to her table.

“Nova?” She stood up and they joined together in a quick embrace. He sat down and leaned his arms up against the table. “It’s great to see you again. I almost didn’t recognize you!”

“I know,” she grinned, focusing on her food to make sure she’s eating slower and neater than before he walked in.

“How have you been?” He reached across and grabbed a lone piece of ham that fell from her sandwich and popped it into his mouth. She looked up at him and smiled, or at least tried to after hearing the question.

“I’ve been alright, thanks for asking,” her smile quickly faded and she took another bite of her sandwich. It was an irritated bite, knowing he’d ask more. He sighed and strung his fingers together.

“You’re not still thinking about him, are you?” he asked with a slight whisper. Nova swiftly looked up from her food again, getting a bit of a head rush. Her eyelids drooped, trying to regain her balance in her seat. She didn’t know how to respond. She knew he’d be upset if she told him, but if she lied, he’d know. With a slow shake of her head, she lied.

“No.”

Niall sighed again, “don’t lie to me, Nova. This is serious.”

She refused to answer.

“Nova,” he started, rubbing his temple with his calloused fingertips, “you still think about him, right?”

“Yeah, I do. A lot, actually,” she finished the last of her bagel and pushed the basket aside. She looked out the window again. She knew Niall wasn’t there to bother her, but it certainly was working. He was one of her best friends, but hadn’t spoken to him since breaking up with him.

“Why?” he simply asked. A mixed look of confusion spread across Nova’s face. Why? She didn’t know why. If she did, she’d probably tell him.

“I don’t know why. I just… do. I don’t know.”

“It’s been months–”

“I know it has. I don’t think I’m getting over him any time soon. I just,” she stopped her sentence abruptly to scratch her forehead and sigh, “I keep thinking about him. Everything reminds me of him. I can’t sleep because my bed is empty every night. I should be over him, I know, but I physically cannot.”

“Maybe you should get out of here, then. Live somewhere else for a while,” Niall suggested.

“Where? I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“I’m having a party next week. Maybe you can come and stay at my place in L.A. for a bit,” his Irish accent was more prominent near the end of that sentence. Sometimes, his accent is hard to figure out, either what he’s saying or what accent it is.

“Seriously? You’d let me live with you?”

“Of course. You seem pressured to live here,” he said.

“I appreciate that,” Nova replied.

“Call me when you’re ready to go.”

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mwahhh07 · 1 month

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I wanna start reading fan fiction again!!!

I wanna get sold to 1D again

I want a mafia boss Harry Styles to kidnap me again

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welovelouisandbucky · 2 years

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Masterlist of My Forgotten Best Friend

Mini Series

Story Aesthetic

Read this: this story contains lot of triggering stuff, the upcoming chapters are going to discuss some really sensitive topics. Read this if you're 16+ or if you're comfortable reading it I'll make sure to count down everything that could be triggering for someone so pls make sure to read trigger warning before you read the chapter, thank you:)

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Summary: Y/n's crazy love for art dragged her to the tattoo parlor in hopes of getting a tattoo, but instead of getting a tattoo, she got reunited with her old best friend Louis Tomlinson. A friend who disappeared one day and never came back. All the memories and feelings that she had kept locked up behind the doors came crashing down on her when she saw his face. She felt like time has stopped and the world is laughing at her for still feeling this way after 6 years and for who? The person who left her when she needed him the most and never even tried to contact her again, leaving her heartbroken and confused with so many questions. She almost fainted with all these overwhelming emotions yet she didn't, her pride would never let her live if she showed how weak she really is right now.

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Chapters

Prologue

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter fiour

Chapter five

(divider creds to the respectful owner)

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so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed · 2 years

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just see those hometown lights [12,6K]

It was always their plan to move to New York together. Or so Louis thought. Alone, in a small apartment, having lost the love of his life, he takes advice from his sister Lottie and starts writing letters to the fire.

Written for the @lilofest.

#my writing #my fic post #lilo #lilofanfiction #lilofest #1dsource #1d fan fiction #1d fanfiction #liam payne #louis tomlinson #1dficvillage #1drarepairfics

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harrrystyles-writing · 1 year

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Yes, Sir - Capítulo 4

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Avisos: +18, o capítulo está dividido em dois pontos de vista, que serão sinalizados com os nomes para identificar o início do pov.

Obs* Peço perdão pela demora deu um problema para eu postar esse cap, mas espero que goste.

Aurora

No caminho para casa de Harry resolvo mandar uma mensagem a Lily dizendo que talvez eu não voltasse aquela noite.

Aurora: Não me espere acordada, indo para casa do professor gostosão.

Lily: EU NÃO ACREDITO! Use camisinha vadia! Te amo.

Ri baixinho antes de perceber que Styles já estava estacionando o carro em sua garagem. Ele foi gentil ao abrir a porta do carro e também a da casa para eu entrar primeiro, era um belo apartamento para um solteiro.

"Lar doce lar." Ele brincou assim que trancou a porta. "Vem, vamos dar um jeito em suas roupas molhadas."

O sigo até seu quarto, a cama enorme me chamou atenção, eu imagino como seria bom dormir ali. Enquanto Harry sumiu no que pareceu ser seu closet, eu começei tirar as roupas molhadas sem se importar onde as jogava no chão, a viagem para casa dele foi super desconfortável com minhas roupas encharcadas e grudadas na pele.

"Aqui estão." Styles voltou com uma tolha branca na mão e algumas roupas dele, mas foi pego de surpresa, ficando boquiaberto ao me ver nua.

"Algum problema Sr.Styles?" O provoco.

Harry

"Algum problema Sr.Styles?" Ela teve a audácia de dizer.

Sua pele nua brilhava, seu cabelo ruivo que antes estava preso, agora estava solto.

Ela era extremamente sexy.

"Gosta do que vê?" Ela continuou sua provocação chegando mais perto, até me fazer sentar na beirada da cama.

"Querida, meu pau já está duro." Confesso e a vejo sorrir, meus olhos ainda nela me inclino pra frente puxando seus quadris para mais perto de mim. "Por mais que eu queira foder você nesse exato momento, eu não quero assusta-lá ou machucá-la, então vamos devagar." Dou um beijo em sua barriga nua. "Não estou esperando nada de você, Aurora, não foi por isso que a chamei aqui, eu só não queria ficar longe de você, eu gosto do tempo que passamos juntos." Puxei suas mãos só para beijá-las. "Você é linda, mas não se sinta pressionada a fazer nada, apenas te-lá por perto já é o suficiente pra mim."

Ela não perdeu tempo em inclinar a cabeça e bater seus lábios nos meus, um beijo quente e com tanto desejo que meu pau se contorcia na calça.

Eu tento me controlar a não tocar nela... Eu tento.

"Não precisa ser cuidadoso comigo, eu quero isso." Ela disse colocando minha mão novamente em sua cintura. "Toque em mim." Em uma voz manhosa suplicou.

"Acho que é melhor você tomar um banho, parece trêmula." Me levanto, tentando não ceder aos meus desejos tão cedo, entregando roupas limpas e a toalha.

Aurora

Toda essa preocupação repentina de Harry comigo, estava me irritando, com um suspiro de insatisfação, caminhei nua até o banheiro, rebolando o máximo que podia só pelo prazer de ouvi-lo murmurar alguns palavrões, dirigindo-me ao chuveiro, abri a porta de vidro para girar a maçaneta, a água pingando sobre meu corpo imediatamente me senti em paz, um suspiro satisfeito deixou meus lábios quando senti a água encharcar meu cabelo e corpo. Harry estava certo, eu estava trêmula e isso era como o céu para um corpo com frio. Eu ensaboava meu corpo com uma bucha com sabonete líquido com cheiro de baunilha de Harry, eu estava tão perdida em minha própria bolha que não ouvi a porta do banheiro abrir e fechar, nem vi o par de braços envolver minha cintura.

Harry

Minha mente me julgava enquanto tentava encontrar um bom motivo para me impedir de fazer o que desejava fazer agora, mas não achei nenhum. Talvez tivesse todos os motivos possíveis para não entrar naquele chuveiro, porém era a última coisa que se passava em minha mente agora.

Caminhando em direção à porta, girei a maçaneta lentamente para verificar se estava trancada ou não, para minha surpresa não estava, então com cuidado abri, o cheiro de baunilha exalava no ar, silenciosamente comecei a tirar minha roupa fazendo uma pilha no chão, entrando atrás dela, enrolei meus braços em sua cintura.

"Harry." Ela gemeu de susto virando-se para mim.

Os olhos azuis voaram lentamente sobre meu corpo nu.

"Gosta do que vê?" Faço a mesma pergunta que ela me fez minutos atrás, só por provocação.

"Muito." Ela sorriu, lambendo os lábios.

Pego a esponja coberta de sabão da mão dela e começo a esfregar em seu colo, continuo ensaboando toda a frente do corpo dela, enquanto Aurora reprimia um gemido, olhando para mim, me admirando.

"O que estava fazendo, Sr?"

"Cuidando de você, querida."

"Você não precisa fazer isso."

Em vez de responder, faço sinal para que ela se vire e ela faz, eu não me importava de limpa-lá, na verdade, eu estava amando isso, estava sendo o mais gentil que podia, sem deixar meus desejos carnais me consumirem. A abraço levemente enquanto a ensabôo, mantendo as mãos longe de tudo o que realmente queria tocar...

Aurora

Isso estava sendo uma tortura deliciosa, mas eu precisava de mais, me virei e arranquei a esponja de suas mãos, começo meus movimentos em seu peitoral, logo descendo a sua barriga, vi seu pênis subir, mas não toquei, ele era enorme pra caralho, quando ele disse de seus bons 22 centímetros não estava mentindo, mas me concentro em lavar seu corpo como se não tivesse sedenta por isso, peço para ele se virar e ele faz.

"Gostei da sua bunda." Elogio ao passar a espoja por suas costas e ouço ele rir.

Quando deço minhas mãos acariciando seu abdômen por trás, ouvi um gemido carente, quase desesperado.

"Você está brincando com fogo, Aurora." Ele segurou minhas mãos se virando. "Nada acontecerá hoje."

"Mas eu quero." Fiz um biquinho. "Me foda Harry."

"Não."

"Eu não entendo você." Cruzei meus braços, zangada.

"O que não entende?"

"Diz que não quer transar comigo, mas entra aqui pelado, diz não queria fazer nada, mas me convidou pra sua casa, você está me deixando confusa."

"Eu só quero cuidar de você, Aurora." Ele sorri presunçoso. "Eu quero ir devagar com você, curtir cada momento sem pressa."

Eu não aguento mais joguinhos, beijo seus lábios com desespero, saboreando o gosto dele, pude senti-lo se derreter no beijo, me esfrego contra ele choramingando, a respiração dele aumentou logo que guiei suas mãos para apalpar meus seios.

"Você gosta deles?" Perguntei contra os lábios de Styles antes de voltar a beijá-lo, sem esperar muito que ele gostasse, afinal eles não eram tão fartos quanto eu gostaria.

"Perfeitos." Harry estremeceu ao sentir meu mamilo ereto contra a palma de sua mão, ele apertou suavemente e senti que logo ele perderia o controle.

Eu estava esperando aquele interruptor de sanidade dele virar, vê-lo assumir o controle e me deixar dolorida da maneira mais excitante possível.

Mas não aconteceu.

"Está com fome?" Ele casualmente perguntou tirando às mãos de mim.

"O quê?" O interrompi.

"Eu vou preparar algo para você comer." Ele deu um beijo em minha testa, saindo me deixando ali sem entender nada.

Não demorei muito para sair do banho logo após Harry me abandonar lá, desliguei o chuveiro e me sequei na toalha macia, sozinha, vasculhei um pouco os produtos de Harry, para um homem de 35 anos, solteiro, ele tinha muitos produtos de beleza, cheirei as roupas que ele havia me dado, tinham seu cheiro, era bom, Harry deixou uma calça de moletom larga e uma camiseta branca que em meu corpo ficava enorme, ela vinha até a metade de minhas coxas, que nem se quer precisei usar a calça.

Ao sair do quarto, um cheiro pairava no ar me fazendo segui-lo até a cozinha, algo no fogão enchia todo o espaço com um delicioso aroma, mas a visão do Sr Styles com seu cabelo molhado, uma calça de moletom cinza, sem camisa com um avental rosa, cozinhando, tinha toda minha atenção.

"Sr Styles, o que é isso?" Perguntei chegando mais perto.

"Jantar, vamos jantar e depois ver um filme, se você quiser?"

"Eu gostaria muito disso" Me recostei ao balcão ao lado dele. "Seja o que for, o cheiro está maravilhoso."

"É uma simples macarronada, não sou bom na cozinha, mas eu tento." Ele riu. "Venha, experimente."

Eu sorri indo em sua direção, Harry enrolou um pouco de macarrão em um garfo me dando diretamente na boca.

"Bom."

"Fico feliz que gostou." Ele mostrou suas covinhas em um belo sorriso. "Você pode colocar os pratos para nós, querida?"

"Claro, onde estão?"

"No armário de cima, a esquerda."

Vou até onde ele apontou, ficando na ponta dos pés, levantando os braços para alcançar o armário superior, senti a minha camiseta subir, o ar frio vindo de encontro a minha pele nua.

"Porra! Essa é sua tentativa de me provocar?" Ele veio até mim, os dedos dele deslizaram sobre minhas coxas, subindo até a curva de cintura, me fazendo tremer. "Eu estou tentando ir devagar, Aurora, mas você não está facilitando muito."

Eu me virei, escapando de suas garras, andando alguns passos para trás.

"Eu juro que não, Sr. Styles."

"Harry." Corrigiu-me.

"Harry, eu ia vestir a calça, mas eu fiquei confortável só com a camiseta, eu juro."

O que esse homem estava fazendo comigo?

"Tudo bem, termine de colocar a mesa." Seu tom se tornou mais autoritário.

Harry

"Está pronto." Pronunciei alguns minutos depois que Aurora havia preparado a mesa.

Nós dois sentamos um do lado do outro apreciando à refeição e companhia, durante o jantar pudemos conversar descontraidamente como pessoas normais. Aurora me contou que ela se mudou para Boston só para à faculdade, mas sua família era de uma pequena cidade vizinha, que por acaso era minha cidade natal.—Mas obviamente não disse isso a ela. Aurora também contou que tinha uma irmã mais velha, que seus pais ainda estavam juntos, um casal feliz, que nas férias trabalhou na empresa de seu pai.— Que me pareceu um grande empresário. Certamente ouvi-la falar sobre sua vida me deixou feliz, pois assim eu não precisava dizer sobre a minha.

Eu odiava estar mentindo para ela sobre minha vida.

Quando terminamos de comer, já nos sentíamos mais próximos, a perna dela estava sobre minha coxa enquanto eu acariciava sua pele exposta.

"Estava ótimo, Harry, nunca nenhum cara cozinhou para mim."

"É porque você nunca saiu um homem de verdade princesa." Sorri presunçoso. "Mas ainda não acabou."

"Não?"

"Sobremesa!" Anunciei, levantando-se. "Temos torta."

"Você fez uma torta para mim?"

"Na verdade, minha mãe que fez, eu pedia a ela e ela deixou ontem, quando passou por aqui, eu só assei." Casualmente comentei levando os pratos vazios, colocando na lava-louça.

"Eu vou comer a torta da sua mãe?"

"Se você quiser."

"Eu adoraria." A vi sorrir.

Minutos depois servi uma fatia generosa de torta de mirtilo quente com uma bola de sorvete de baunilha.

"Você se superou no quesito de jantar, vai ser difícil outro cara que eu sair chegar nesse nível." Respondeu um pouco envergonhada.

"Você está saindo com outros caras Aurora?" Não foi difícil ela perceber minha irritação.

"Não! Quer dizer, desde que conheci você não sai com ninguém."

"E você pensa em sair?"

"Eu não sei, nós não conversamos sobre exclusividade ainda ou sobre o que somos, o que estamos fazendo." Ela dizia rapidamente se atrapalhando em suas palavras.

"Nós vamos." Acariciei sua bochecha, tentando acalma-lá. "No tempo certo."

"Ok."

"Quer ver um filme?"

"Sim."

"Ótimo."

10 minutos de filme e eu já estava suando frio, Aurora estava enrolada em meu braço, enquanto estava aconchegada ao meu lado, movendo-se mais perto de mim a cada minuto que se passava até que, eventualmente, sua cabeça estava em meu colo. Acariciei sua cabeça, brincando com seu cabelo, ouvindo-a soltar um gemidinhos que com certeza acabaram comigo.

"Posso sentar no seu colo?" Ela disse quase em um sussurro. "Sabe, geralmente quando estou vendo um filme eu gosto de sentar no colo do cara, é aconchegante." Ela confessou.

Eu tentei conter à raiva em meus ossos só por saber que um dia ela já esteve assim com outro. Me recompôs rapidamente e sorri acenando com à cabeça deixando-a se acomodar em mim.

Eu poderia se conter, eu consigo.

"Obrigado, H." Ela choramingou, trazendo meus braços ao redor dela.

Merda! Ela usou o apelido que só minha esposa usava. Isso deveria me deixar com culpa, mas eu senti tesão.

Eu estava tentando me concentrar no filme, mas senti-la se mexer em meu colo, fez meu coração disparar e seu cheiro.

Aquele maldito cheiro de baunilha em minhas narinas. Foda-se! Eu não aguentava mais resistir a ela.

Lentamente coloquei minhas mãos em suas coxas, meu queixo em seu ombro, meus dedos casualmente acariciavam a pele macia, até tomar coragem para finalmente descer para a parte interna da coxa de uma forma suave. Não pude deixar de sorrir ao vê-la se contorcer e soltar alguns gemidos baixinho, movendo lentamente meus dedos até sua linda boceta e seus gemidos já não eram tão baixos.

"H." Ela gemeu quando meu polegar pressionou seu clitóris.

As pontas de meus dedos separaram os lábios inchados de sua boceta, provoquei seu clitóris com batidas pulsantes, deslizando dois de meus entre a bagunça viscosa que era sua entrada.

Merda, essa boceta parecia tão deliciosa.

Nem em meu melhores sonhos fui capaz de imaginar o quão molhada e macia seria essa boceta.

Ela estava tão encharcada que facilmente eu poderia enfiar meu pau dentro de sua boceta carente só de uma vez. Comecei a distribuir beijos em seu pescoço, logo que minha outra mão deslizou sobre um dos seus seios cobertos pelo tecido fino, meus dedos exploraram seu mamilo, já duro com tão pouca atenção.

Ela era sensível.

"Ah, Harry!" Ela gritou, suas mãos apertando minhas coxas.

"Sua doce boceta está devorando meus dedos, baby." Sussurrei em seu ouvido. "Porra, tão apertadinha, tem certeza que não é virgem, amor?"

"Não." Ela Choramingou.

"Tadinha de você, espero que consiga aguentar meu pau." Solto uma risada e sinto ela perdendo o controle, rebolando mais em meus dedos.

Um suspiro trêmulo deixa os lábios dela, logo que aumentei os movimentos do polegar em seu clitóris, eu tinha que me segurar para não virá-la naquele sofá e foder sua boceta rosinha até que ela estivesse chorando por mim.

Eu queria vê-la chorando pedindo por mais.

Meu pau estava dolorosamente duro ansiando por isto.

Aurora

"Podê pegar outro dedo, não pode?" Ele me provocou, ele sabia o quanto estava apertada.

"Não." Murmurei quase em lágrimas. Eu estava perto de gozar, mas ele não estava me deixando relaxar, para quem nunca havia tocado em mim ele sabia exatamente como meu corpo reagia quando estava próximo de meu climax, Harry diminuía a velocidade cada vez que eu sentia a pontada do prazer máximo se aproximar "Não posso."

"Não pode ou não quer?" Ele questionou, dando o tipo certo de pressão em meu clitóris, quase me levando a borda novamente.

Eu não aguentaria muito tempo, logo estaria chorando seu nome enquanto gozava.

Eu queria vê-la chorando pedindo por mais.

Meu pau estava dolorosamente duro ansiando por isto.

Aurora

"Podê pegar outro dedo, não pode?" Ele me provocou, ele sabia o quanto estava apertada.

"Não pode ou não quer?" Ele questionou, dando o tipo certo de pressão em meu clitóris, quase me levando a borda novamente.

Eu não aguentaria muito tempo, logo estaria chorando seu nome enquanto gozava.

"Oh! Ok.

Neste ponto, eu faria qualquer para gozar.

Eu quero que ele me faça gozar.

Eu quero chamar o nome dele.

Caralho! Por que ele ainda não me fez gozar?

Quando ele finalmente deslizou o terceiro dedo em minha boceta, eu gemi seu nome, a sensação de seus três dedos, a a maneira como ele alternava com seu o polegar brincando com meu clitóris, sua outra mão estimulando meu mamilo sensível, seus beijos em meu pescoço.

Eu estava totalmente fodida e entregue à ele.

Esse homem era a porra do deus do sexo e eu nem provei seu pau.

Harry

"É bom se acostumar princesa ou como vou foder você se não consegue nem três dedinhos?" Ri. "Você precisa provar pra mim que vai aguentar meu pau."

A provocação foi o suficiente para deixá-la louca de tesão e gozar, ela gozou forte, tão forte que vi seus sucos jorrando e esguichando de sua boceta em cima do sofá.

Caralho, ela esguichou só com a porra dos meus dedos.

Ele não conseguiu evitar, apertei firme em seu seio quando senti meu orgasmo vindo, eu estava gozando em minhas calças, como a merda de um adolescente super excitado.

Aurora...

Eu nunca fiz uma mulher gozar assim.

As pernas dela tremiam enquanto meus dedos continuavam entrando e saindo, o meu esperma escorrendo por minhas pernas.

"Boa menina." Eu a elogiei tirando os dedos dela, lambendo com um gemido baixo, fechando os olhos ao sentir seu gosto.

Eu estava viciado, essa era minha nova droga.

"H?" Aurora sussurrou com seus olhos fechados, segundos depois. " Você está bravo comigo?"

"Por que eu estaria?"

"Eu fiz você ceder e fiz uma bagunça." À voz dela era trêmula. " Me desculpe, eu nunca gozei assim."

"Querida, não há nada para se desculpar."

"Tem certeza?"

"Sim, agora vamos limpa-lá e vou te levar para cama, está tarde."

"Você vai dormir comigo?"

"Sim." Beijo o topo de sua cabeça.

Aurora

Acordei com uma chuva batendo na janela, ainda um pouco grogue, eu nem sabia exatamente onde estava, pisco algumas vezes até perceber que aquela não era minha cama, não era minha janela, muito menos meu quarto.

Harry Edward Styles.

O motivo para tudo, sorrio por estar deitada na cama, quentinha, aconchegada em Harry.

"Princesa, volte a dormir" Ele sussurrou, acariciando minha pele.

Ele estava me olhando dormir?

"Você acorda cedo."

"Força do hábito." Ele riu.

Seu cabelo estava bagunçado e seus olhos inchados de sono, mas ainda estava tão lindo.

Nós ficamos deitados em silêncio por alguns minutos.

"Muito cansada?"

"Não e você?"

"Também não, que tal um banho e depois eu preparo café da manhã para nós?"

"Parece ótimo."

Preguiçosamente me levanto indo em direção ao banheiro.

"Vai entrando que só vou pegar roupas limpas,ok?"

"Ok."

Harry

Logo que Aurora entrou no chuveiro, corri para o closet, um banho com ela novamente era tudo o que eu precisava agora, mas fui interrompido com minha campainha tocando.

"Oi querido." Minha esposa me agarrou assim que abro a porta.

Eu congelei.

"O que faz aqui?" Questionei trêmulo.

"Nossa! Nem um oi querida? Estava com saudades?

"Me desculpe, só fui pego de surpresa." Deu um beijo nela.

"Bem! Você não apareceu ontem à noite, depois que prometeu que voltaria para casa, então resolvermos vir."

"Me perdoe, estava atolado com as coisas da faculdade."

"Oi papai." Minhas filhas apareceram atrás de sua mãe.

"Oi minhas princesas." Me abaixo para abraçá-las.

"Então não vai nos deixar entrar?"

"Que tal sairmos para um café da manhã especial? Em?"

"Mas está chovendo."

" É só uma chuvinha." Disse um pouco nervoso. "O que acham meninas?" Apelei à elas.

"Sim."

"Tudo bem, vamos logo, a viagem foi longa."

"Que tal vocês irem pro carro? Eu só vou me vestir e já vou."

"Tá! Vamos meninas."

Suspirei aliviado por ela não ter inssistido mais para entrar. Rapidamente fui para o quarto e me vesti o mais rápido possível, deixei um bilhete para Aurora torcendo para que ela não ficasse brava, mas eram medidas drásticas.

O lugar que escolhi foi um pouco longe de onde eu morava para não ter como Aurora passar e nos ver, ainda estava muito nervoso com tudo o que aconteceu, eu só conseguia pensar em como eu vou me livrar de tudo isso e em como Aurora estava.

"Vamos pedir?" Minha esposa disse entusiasme-se olhano o cardápio.

"Claro."

"Vou chamar a atendente." Ela diz fazendo o sinal com a mão chamando alguém.

"Olá, bom dia em que posso servir hoje."A mulher na minha frente, ficou pálida ao me olhar, pareceu ter visto um fantasma. "Sr Styles?"

"Lily?"

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E aí o que achou desse capítulo? Me conta aqui na ask !!!

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rockstarlwt28 · 6 months

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Friday Peek [draft] || Mpreg [Loummy] | Larry

Louis tugs the edges of his white bath robe together, concealing the ink across his collarbones. 'Would you be able to help tie up the gown, please?'

'Of course. That's what I'm here for as chief bridesgroom,' he winks, reaching for the trinket that's stashed at the far corner of the dresser. Unfastening the brass clasp, Liam heightens the oak lid. 'Hm.'

'What are you thinking?' Louis pries, examining the way Liam's brows knit together when he's perplexed; the same way his mouth always forms an oval. 'I'm thinking, a little moisturiser. You're already a blushing bride, so rouge isn't necessary.'

Louis smiles at his stomach, thumb caressing the neatly shaped bump; the tie of the robe lightly fastened. 'Peach has been kicking like crazy this morning.' He yawns, 'all through the night actually.'

Liam clicks his fingers, tossing a round, palm sized contained mid air. He catches it with his opposing hand. 'Concealer for sure. Can't have my bride looking like he barely slept the night before his wedding, now, can I?'

#Loummy #New fic #work in progress #Wip #fanfic #1d fan fiction #louis tomlinson #larry #Harry styles #Wedding #mpreg #loummy #cute #lilo #Lilo friendship #liam payne #Zayn Malik

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1drarepairfics · 2 years

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Rating: GA

Archive Warning(s): N/A

Relationship: Louis Tomlinson/Liam Payne

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne and Niall Horan

Tags: Train Conductor Louis, Commuter Liam, Meet-Cute, Crushes, Kissing, Trains, Alternate Universe

Summary: Liam is a commuter with a crush. Louis is the chirpy ticket inspector who occasionally mans the drinks trolley and sometimes makes announcements, his broad Yorkshire accent fighting the outdated train speakers. The train ships it.

This short but certainly sweet fan-fiction piece is definitely worth a read. Have a few minutes to spare with a coffee? – Perfect, because this novel is just about that length and in the end, you took that well-needed break whilst having a full heart. It’s filled with light-hearted humour and flirting all mixed together with those first crush butterflies. A daily commuter ends up swapping more than a train ticket with train enthusiast and conductor, Louis Tomlinson. The author’s detailed descriptions bring the scene to life and a smile to my face. Their comparisons and passionate moments shared between the pair are wholesome.

Reviewed by: @sarahswalls28

Read on Ao3

#louis tomlinson #liam payne #1d fan fiction #rare pair #lilo #Niall Horan #meet-cute #crushes #train conductor / commuter #fic review #reviews #1d rare pairs

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hazzamalfoy29 · 2 years

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Here at the one direction fandom, you don't have biases, you love all five of them equally and unconditionally,

But even if you don't have a bias, you still have a bias, and it's always Niall.

#one direction #1d #1direction #niall horan #harry styles #louis tomlinson #liam payne #zayn malik #1d fandom #1d fan fiction

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zaynsgrace · 2 years

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Chapter 17 & 18 are up!! Don’t forget to comment and vote! And please share with you’re fellow directioners and Z girls!

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Okay okay so this isn’t a prompt Ik but I love your fan fiction A LOT and I saw in one of the descriptions that you got invited to Louis Tomilson’s red carpet. Do you have any pictures and how was it? (If you’ve gone yet I’m not really an expert on his red carpet dates)

hi:) it was so cool actually, i got invited last minute and there was q&a and me and a bunch of other people walked through the red carpet behind louis. then we watched his movie and afterwards me and my friends actually went to a bar and we made friends with his manager hahahah we drank together!!! yeah i should have some pictures hereee, i lost a bunch of them when my ig was deleted sadly:( yeah it was perfect except for liam payne being there 😒 some girl came up to me and she was like omg omg liam is here we need to take pics and i was like. you’ve got the wrong bitch babe. take him away from me.

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 1 year

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The non acknowledgement of the Ash London thing by the Larries is the funniest shit. Louis made Zach Sang apologise to Liam Payne on air even though what he tweeted to Liam was a reaction to something Liam did. Ash London and her radio show mocked Louis for no good reason when he was a guest on her show, never apologised and Harry went out of his way to show her support.

The difference between the character of two men.

Also, Larries will make up stories about how Harry will destroy anyone’s career silently if anyone did anything negatively towards Louis even though we have not seen any evidence to support this. It’s fan fiction but it’s ingrained in them, they will state it as if it were the truth.

There is so much evidence to the contrary but that is buried deep within the conspiracy land by Larries/Harries

In fact, if you publicly insult Louis or take back any compliments you’ve ever given to him, you could publicly work for Harry.

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ao3feed-larry · 9 months

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Dark Red

by Lyco_ris022

Louis Tomlinson was preceded by his reputation as a "womanizer", badboy that we found only in the American series. The latter was aware of it, as well as his fans who had, supposedly suddenly, attracted his soft blue eyes

A man-to-man relationship was someting far too many people were still against or uncomfortable with. Louis was not stupid, he knew it. He was aware of all the consequences there would be if he started anything with me. Had he ever tried such a relationship ? I was tired of always initiating newbies… But this newbie would be a well known person… I come, I take what I want, I leave.

I would leave with a feeling of accomplishment. I'll be the first to make Louis Tomlinson fall at my feet.

Harry was a university student who has an ongoing love-hate relationship situation with his idol because the latter broke his best friend's heart.

Louis is at the pinnacle of success, on the top of the world. He was apparently gifted in everything he did... Well, everthing until he had to catch the heart of a dark-haired man with green eyes.

Words: 2770, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Larry - Fandom

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

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

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne

Additional Tags: One Direction Imagines, Teenage One Direction, One Direction References, One Direction Reunion, Larry Stylinson Is Real, Larry Soul Mate Exchange, Bisexual Larry Butz, Love Triangles, Falling In Love, Drama & Romance, Slow Romance, Singing, POV First Person, Yaoi, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Fuckbuddies, Fucking, Shameless Smut, Lemon, Slow Burn, New Newgate Prison (Fallen London), Original Fiction

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

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #Dark Red #<p>by <a rel= href="/users/Lyco_ris022/p

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bigxrig · 2 years

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five of my fics

Thank you @haztobegood and @disgruntledkittenface for tagging me to share five of my fics that i really like.

♡ Downgraded

I don't know why you downgraded what we had, but I did not make us up. Or the one where Louis has too much time to think while in self-isolation so he calls Harry after not speaking to him in years.

I wrote this in the beginning of my quarantine from work so I was feeling lonely and isolated. I was exhausted after writing this but I felt accomplished and I really like what I wrote.

♡ Lost Our Focus

Would he say yes if Niall were to propose again? After everything they’ve been through—their shitty first apartment with the bug problem, their first fight, Niall’s hockey career, Harry’s stress over his job, the move, the abortion. Would Harry say yes to another lifetime with Niall? He wanted the answer to be easy, he wanted to be able to say yes without missing a beat like the first time he answered. or the one where the marriage between Harry and Niall is falling apart and Harry thinks his hope for change will be the end of them.

This fic was a long time coming and went through quite a few different pairings before deciding on Niall and Harry. I have a soft spot for this version of Harry and Niall. I really wanted to showcase a version of marriage that wasn't very happy. I put them through the wringer but I have faith that they worked it out.

♡ Take A Chance

“I’m not trying to push you into this if you aren’t ready, Harry. I don’t want you to hold yourself back because you’re scared.” “I’m scared,” she admitted with a sigh. “But Louis hasn’t done anything to make me uncomfortable or make it seem like she doesn’t approve of our dynamic and she’s great with Hattie.” “Go for it then,” Liam smiled. “You’ve always been brave, Harry. You can do this and don’t you even think about using our scheduling as an excuse to wait two more weeks.” “I wasn’t going to do that.” Liam raised an eyebrow making Harry roll her eyes. “Alright fine, I was probably going to do that.” or Harry and Liam used to be married and after the divorce Harry decides to move close to Liam so their daughter can still have a relationship with Liam. After months of isolation, Liam urges Harry to attend a wlw event and meets Louis, who not only gives her much needed friendship but the love and acceptance she craves.

Harry and Liam, my beloved divorced parents. Louis, the butch woman of my dreams. Hattie, the tiniest baby who deserves all the love. I just love these characters.

♡ Deafening Silence

With a deep breath, Harry closed his eyes and counted to four then released it while counting to six. He was in the middle of the third repetition when a voice in the back of his mind told him to open his eyes, be alert. or the one where Harry and Louis are on vacation and Harry has a terrifying experience in the middle of the night.

My first try at a spooky fic! I had a lot of fun scaring myself and branching out.

♡ It's You, It's Always You

In which Liam Payne is in love with his best friend. His best friend happens to be Zayn Malik.

This fic is from 2013 and I haven't reread it since them but this fic will always have a special place in my heart as being my first one direction fan fiction. It shows how far I've come and I'm really proud of that.

I'm totally cheating but an honorable mention is the age play fic I wrote for the 1d kink fest. It won't come out for a few more months but I have already reread it a few times and am working on the outline for the sequel.

I don't know who all has been tagged but I will tag

@neondiamond @louistomlionson @thebreadvansstuff @berzerkshires @littleroverlouis @larrieblr

#if you see this and want to post please do!!!!!#my brain is just not working this week so i definitely didn't take everyone i could have or wanted to #tag not take #my fics

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so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed · 2 years

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there's always room for common ground

It’s Tuesday night, and Zayn’s on the sofa with a glass of red wine, every bit the pretentious artist that Liam used to tease him he was, when his phone rings. It’s the special ringtone for Liam that Zayn had never bothered to change because Liam hasn’t once called him since their divorce, preferring to text. It’s a bit jarring now, making him wince when he realises he wants to listen to the song, their wedding song.

We can make it til the end- He swallows, breathes in deeply before he reaches for his mobile with trembling hands, tapping the answer call button. “Liam?” He asks, his voice shaky but hoping Liam will attribute it to the fact that he’s taken aback, worried. He sits up straighter. “Liam? Is Ava okay?” Because suddenly he is worried, because there is no reason Liam would call. No reason except their daughter. The exhale on the other end of the line is just as shaky and fear grips Zayn’s heart, paralyses him for a moment, cold spreading through his nervous system. “Zayn?” Liam’s voice sounds small, sounds tentative, like he’s scared of what Zayn will say, what words he’ll use to cut him with next. “I need you to come over, please.”

written for the @1dastroficfest for the card "The Moon". Amazing moodboard by @evilovesyou

#my writing #my fic post #ziamfanfiction #ziam mayne #1dsource #1d fan fiction #1d fanfiction #liam payne #zayn malik #exes to lovers #divorced

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horansqueenandpaynesqueen · 3 years

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Next-Door Neighbours : Chapter Fifteen

A Liam Fanfic, A Niall Fanfic, MA Rating

New neighbours, new drama. Sometimes what you need is the last thing you’re looking for.

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 ||

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1- This fic is written by Julie ( @paynesqueen ) & Livia ( @horansqueen ) 2- Julie will write the odd chapters and Livia the even chapters 3- This fic will have romance, drama and smut.

Chapter Fifteen by Julie (paynesqueen)

Julie sat on the stool as she watched Liam finally making them breakfast. It was nearly three in the afternoon though, but she was craving eggs and bacon ever since he mentioned he was going to cook something for them earlier. After the shower, they were heading to grab something to eat, but one kiss was all it took and they were back in bed. It had been a while since she had felt such need to touch and be touched by someone as much. She would lie if she said it wasn’t scaring her, but she wanted to go over her own fears and just enjoy what she and Liam were sharing.

He was only wearing briefs and she was really enjoying the view of his backside.

“I feel bad for not helping. Are you sure I can’t help with anything?”

“You just sit your cute butt on that stool and let me cook you breakfast.” He answered not even turning around to face her.

“I just feel useless right now.” She admitted. “Not that I’m any good in the kitchen, but I usually help around at least.”

“You are not useless. Dressed like that, you motivate me to make these faster so I can undress you once again you are done eating.” He argued as he continued to fill our plates with all the goodies

“Bold of you to assume that you just have to make me breakfast to get me naked.”

“No, I also count on my irresistible charm.” He grinned putting my plate in front of me. “Enjoy!”

“Thank you.” She took the first bite and softly moaned; “Okay, this is so good.”

“Keep making those noises and we’re going straight back to bed.”

She chuckled before taking another huge bite; “We have all the time to do this. If we’re always naked, I feel like it defeats the purpose of the point you have been working for.”

“And what point is that exactly?”

“That we should be dating. I’m all for the sex and all, but if you want us to be an actual couple, you need to show me something else than your incredible skills in bed.”

She saw the grin as he pulled her towards him; “Incredible huh? I’m glad to hear that.”

“Of course that’s all you heard in all of it.” She shook her head.

“It’s not all I heard honest but since neither of us is dressed to go out and frankly, I would prefer to keep you to myself for a few more days, what would you like to do?”

“Get to know each other better? Watch a movie all cuddled up on your couch. There are many options to choose from.” She exclaimed.

“Okay then why not ask the questions we have yet to answer about our past relationship or hookups?” Liam offered.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to get on those on the very day we started ours?”

“Technically, we are on the second day.” He argued.

“Smartass.”

He chuckled softly; “But really, it’s a good thing to get out of the way, don’t you think? Plus we already covered our families, childhood and anything in-between while we were forced by you to not act on our mutual attraction. Come on, it won’t be that bad. I can even start. Ask away.”

“Fine.” She finally agreed. “With how many girls have you slept besides me?”

“Five. Two of them were random hook-ups and the other three were relationships. Now you.”

“You had random hook-ups?”She laughed. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that from you.”

“I’m more of a relationship kind of guy is true, but in-between girlfriends, a guy has needs and sometimes one night stands can be good.” He replied. “Now stop stalling and tell me your score.”

“The truth is I don’t really know. I mean, I can tell you for sure four were from serious relationships, but my hook-ups, I don’t know. I can tell you that I’m in the double digits.”

“Double-digits is way too vague, Miss Cooper.”

“Fine, I guess it’s about 20 something.” She sighed pulling away. “Happy now?”

He pulled her back towards him; “I don’t care about how many guys you have slept with.”

“Is that true or are you going to bring that back to my face when we have our first fight?” She asked getting up. “Because let’s face it; we all care about who slept with who before us and saying that you don’t care implies that you are either lying and planning on using it at a later time or you simply don’t care about me as a whole. I may not be a relationship expert, but I’m not stupid.”

Okay, she might have been reaching; actually she knew for a fact that she was and she didn’t know where the need to start a fight came from. Truthfully, she knew where it came from. A fear from repeating past mistakes she was always scared that she was destined to redo.

She was about to apologize for her stupid and unnecessary outburst because she wanted this fight to be done and hopefully not to have to go deeper into that fear that has been driven her to forgo relationships when he got up at his turn.

“Okay, that’s far fetching don’t you think? I don’t care in the sense is that you don’t sleep with them anymore. You are with me so no, I don’t care if you slept with one, three or a million guys. Now if you asked me if I was jealous? That’s a totally different answer.”

“How’s that different?” She asked.

“Well, I don’t define our relationship based on how many people we have slept with in the past so that’s why I don’t care. But I am jealous of the guys who got to have you first. I’m jealous of the four guys that got a part of your heart before me and I’m also jealous of Louis.”

“Louis? Why?”

“He wasn’t your boyfriend, but he is your best friend with whom you slept for over six years. He means more to you than those other one-night stands.” He admitted. “And he’s still a big part of your life today. It’s always going to be hard not to get scared sometimes.”

She got closer to him and slithered her arms around his neck before kissing his lips softly. She had never truly believed that Liam would see Louis as competition. Especially knowing just how much Louis was head over heels for her sister.

“Liam, you’re the first guy who broke down all of my barriers. No, you didn’t only break them down; you fired up dynamite, threw it at them and they were fucking pulverised.” She admitted. “Honestly, if something was meant to happen with Louis, it would have already happened. Yes, Louis is a part of me because he’s not only my best friend; he’s been my anchor. He’s the first guy who saw through my bullshit, but it didn’t matter because it was never like this for us. We didn’t have that need to be a couple because we were never in love and never even got close to it. I can’t say he’s like a brother because that would be weird, but in some shape or form, I guess that’s what he came to be once we stopped sleeping together and he finally admitted to being in love with my sister.”

“The rational part of me knows it, but the fear is still there and if you ask me, my fear is far less far fetching than yours.”

“I know, Liam, and I am sorry to have gotten mad over this.” She sighed; “But you have to understand that as much as I want us to work, I have not overcome every little reason that stopped me from being in a relationship. I can’t promise that I won’t flip out from time to time, but I’ll try my best to not let this fear control me. Just know that it might take some time to get there.”

He kissed her at his turn making the butterflies in her stomach stir crazy. That man had a way to get her out of her comfort zone and he was probably not even aware of it.

“You’re worth it.”

“Yeah? Come back to me in a few weeks to see if you still believe that.” She chuckled.

“So we’re going to stop being stupid and try to just enjoy what we have?”

“Deal.” She smiled and he couldn’t help but think just how prettier she was whenever she smiled. He had no problem admitting it was corny, but he couldn’t help seeing it. He lowered his head towards her and kissed her forehead.

“Okay, let’s finish our breakfast or lunch or whatever you want to call it and we’ll go watch a movie all cuddled up on the couch.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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After they ate and cleaned up the kitchen, they made their way to living room. As she sat down, he tried to choose the movie they were going to watch.

“How about Lord of the rings? It’s been a while since I watched it.”

“Sounds good to me. I love this movie and Orlando Bloom looks so good in it.”

“Oh yeah... Sometimes that’s all I can think about.”

She laughed softly; “Idiot. Just put it in.”

He looked up, a smirk on his face, as she rolled her eyes; “Get your mind out of the gutter, Payno.”

“Not my fault, you bring out that side of me.”

He looked at her and couldn’t help but to think about how much he wished he could make her forget about the movie. She was wearing his shirt and only that. Knowing she was naked underneath it was no helping to stop his imagination. Alas he promised her a movie night and he was going to deliver it. After he started the movie, he sat down next to her and simply pulled her to him and stretched his arm over her shoulders as her arm settled over his stomach.

About 30 minutes into the movie, he looked down at her just as she looked up and she leaned over to kiss him. He was more than happy to give in to her demand. She pulled away to grab the remote and pause the movie before kissing him again.

The kiss deepened and she quickly straddled him, their mouths connecting again. She knew that she was the one who asked to something else than sex, but she suddenly needed to feel him inside of her. She found herself grinding on him needing to quench her need.

“I thought we were supposed to watch a movie.” He said in-between kisses as his fingers wrapped themselves at the hem of her shirt before pulling it over her head.

“Changed my mind, but if you don’t shut up, I might change it back.”

“Wouldn’t dream about it.” He assured her.

She gasped when his lips found her nipple and sucked on it. She grabbed onto his hair as she kept on grinding over his thighs.

“God, you’re driving me crazy.” He said just before latching onto her other breast.

She loved how skilled he was with his mouth. The simple thought of where it was earlier in the afternoon got her so close to her release. His hands grabbed her bottoms and helped with the pace of her grinding.

“Oh f-” She came faster than she anticipated when they started this, but she was far from being done. She still needed him inside of her.

One of her hands came between them and reached inside his briefs. She stroked his hard member and he groaned against her breast.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you. Not about to cum this way.”

Lifting her slightly, they succeeded to get rid of the piece of clothing that was complicating things and with no need to ask, his dick filled her. She moaned as she stretched around it, letting it sink further each time. As she was going up and down on him, his tongue licked every part of her skin it could find giving her more shivers than she thought she could handle. She could feel him so deep into her as he thrusted his hips upwards in fluid strokes. She was so damn close and she tried to take control of their pacing to accelerate her release.

“Fuck this.” He let out.

She didn’t get to ask what it was about before he lifted them from the couch and found themselves onto the floor, him over her.

“What the-”

He shut her up crashing his mouth on hers and he fastened his pace as he pound into her. She wanted to be annoyed that he took the control from her, but as he went deep and hard into her, she couldn’t think straight.

It didn’t take long after that to feel the waves of her orgasm build up and for a rare time of her life, she was pretty sure their neighbours heard her cuming. He followed not long after and as they try to regain their breath, he stood still over her, supported by his forearms.

“Why the change of position? Didn’t like not having control?” She asked him as she played with the strand of hair that was falling over his eye.

“Not the reason why.”

He looked kind of sheepish before he went on; “I just needed you closer. When you’re under me, I feel we make one.”

She wasn’t sure if he was actually being truthful or if he was joking, but she decided not to push it further; she liked to think that he meant it.

She pulled him closer and kissed him softly; “That’s kind of sweet, but now I’m going to have carpet burn on my ass because of that.”

“Sorry about that.” He laughed. “Tell you what, let’s head to the bedroom and to make you forgive me, I’m going to massage that sweet arse of yours.”

“Yeah like that’s not a code for getting laid again.”

“Do you really have something against me making you shudder with pleasure over and over again?”

He got on his knees and pulled her with him finding herself straddling him again. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he tried to get them up without breaking contact. It seemed easier said than done though and on his third attempt, she finally couldn’t hold her laughter in.

“Okay, I think we have established you have not mastered that ability.”

His annoyance was palpable and she pecked his lips before getting off him so he could get up. Once they were both up on their feet, Liam quickly lifted over his shoulder. She shrieked as he hustled her towards his bedroom.

“Put me down you caveman.”

He ignored her plea and smacked her bottoms just for good measure. She yelped in surprise when he threw her onto the bed and climbed over her.

“That doesn’t sound like I’m about to get a massage.”

“You’ll get one...” He lingered on the words. “But with you being naked on my bed, it’s giving me tons of other ideas.”

“So much for doing other stuff than sex tonight.” She laughed.

“You started it.” He reminded her.

“I know. I know.” He groaned. “I guess you’re kind of irresistible.”

“Don’t worry, love. We will do other things. We have all the time in the world to do them.” He promised her.

She smiled at him and leaned over for a kiss before he busied himself to make her cum once more.

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