So I asked for an imagine and got:

He’s sucking you off to get you good and hard and ready for him. He licks you from base to tip and sucks your head tightly in his mouth while he gently tugs at your balls. Your almost about to cum all over his face when he flips you over and slams into you from behind. You cry out from the initial pain but as Niall starts his hips moving faster and slamming against yours the pain is quickly replaced by blinding pleasure. You hear Niall’s voice from behind you but you can’t make our what he’s saying. As Niall pumps into you over and over he reaches around and grabs your rock hard cock and slowly moves his hand up and down. The pleasure is more that you can take and you shoot off more than you ever have before. Niall rides you out until you’re orgasm is finished and then he flips you back over onto your back. Except this time you shove him onto the bed and pin him there. You travel down his body with your lips, leaving bite marks that will definitely bruise the next day. You hear his breath go as you grab his thick hot cock and slowly start to tease him with your tongue. You swirl the head over and over until he’s begging you to keep going. You catch him by surprise and shove him all in your mouth at one time he curses loudly and rakes his hands up your back. You can feel little spots of blood start trickling from the fresh marks. You suck him off until he shoots hard down your throat and you both collapse back onto the bed exhausted.

So, um, thanks Sarah. You should follow her. Her username is princessperry96.

Broken - Song Fic.

I began to walk down the empty street. I looked down at my phone and found a emotion filled text message staring me in the face.

"It hurts that I’m crying and you’re still arguing your point."

(I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away

I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain)

I felt my breath hitch as I slowly pressed my fingers to the touch screen of the cell phone. I felt my pinky rush to the side of the phone and I heard the volume of the music in my ears increase.

"What the fuck am I supposed to say?!"

(‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome

And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away)

As I waited for what I was sure was going the last text message I’d ever receive from her, I felt the gentle raindrops begin to fall on my shoulders. I pulled my phone out of my pocket again and found the phone number of a friend.

"Please be awake. I need you."

My phone chimed back at me almost immediately.

"What’s going on?"

(You’ve gone away, you don’t feel me here anymore.)

It chimed again.

"I don’t know what you should say. But I think we need a break."

I felt the blood rush to my head, any sort of time preparing for that statement, from her specifically, was wasted compared to the actual feeling of the moment.

"I’m not sure. But I know I can’t keep doing this." I typed quickly.

My phone chimed again. “Hello? What do you need help with?”

I thought about it for a minute, then realized what my mind was screaming for.

"Relationship troubles. I need alcohol or a cigarette." I hesitated before hitting send because I knew the speech that would come out of this simple statement.

(The worst is over now and we can breathe again

I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away

There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain)

I felt myself falling into that dark place. There were no friends here. Nobody could help. I just kept falling.

My feet didn’t stop wondering, before I knew it, I was three miles out from where I started.

"Where are you?" the text from a friend chimed.

"Three miles into my two mile walk. I can’t stop wondering and the tears are there but I can’t cry."

"It’s okay to cry, honey."

"No, it’s not. Not in public."

"Go home."

"It’s not good to cry there either."

(‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open

And I don’t feel like I am strong enough

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away)

I turned around and began to walk the other way. I felt my chest get heavy and seriously debated whether or not to use my inhaler to ease the pain. The heaviness in my chest was enough pressure to hold the tears in.

My phone chimed, “I think we’re going to take a break. Goodbye.”

(‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open

And I don’t feel like I am strong enough

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away)

My world crashed around me. Never did I want a cigarette or a beverage in my hand more than I did then. I have a problem.

(‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome

And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away)

Or maybe… I am the problem.

(You’ve gone away

You don’t feel me here anymore)

Yeah. I’m the problem.

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