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Which One Direction Member Had the Best Solos of the Group? Vote!
In light of Tomlinson's recent comments about never getting a solo on 'X Factor,' we want to know who you think had the best solos in 1D. Was it Louis, or did you favor someone else's big moments?

With One Direction still on hiatus, all five members are getting time to shine with their own solo endeavors. Although Harry Styles is the only one to have a full album out (aside from Zayn Malik, who left the band in March 2015 and released his debut LP Mind of Mine in January 2016), each 1D member has flexed his solo singing muscles with at least one single.

Prior to them going their separate ways, though, the One Direction guys all had shining parts as members of the group, too. While Louis Tomlinson acknowledged in a recent interview that he never had a solo as the group competed on X Factor(U.K.) in 2010, even Tomlinson had plenty of breakout moments when singing with the guys – especially in their two most recent albums, FOUR and Made In The A.M. And if you don’t believe us, please take a listen to “No Control” and “Love You Goodbye” right now.

But as Tomlinson alluded to in his Guardian interview, his bandmates each had some amazing solo opportunities as well. Niall Horan’s parts in “Better Than Words,” Styles’ belt moments in “Drag Me Down,” Liam Payne’s “Little Things” croons, and Malik’s falsetto in “You & I” – all are terrific examples of the vocal ability each 1Der showcased on the five albums the group released pre-hiatus.

So, in light of Tomlinson’s recent comments, we want to know who you think had the best solos in 1D. Was it Louis, or did you favor someone else’s big moments? Vote in the poll below!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've identified as bisexual for a while now, but recently, my attraction to girls has gotten stronger. It's weird, the only men I like are all band members, and after watching porn (don't judge lol) I just don't really like dick. I think maybe I'm a lesbian, but there are all these band members I like. My brother who's FTM used to be a lesbian before his transition, and he liked band members too, but identified as lesbian. Am I bi or a lesbian? I need help, this is very confusing to me...

Hi! ^^
If you have a sexual attraction to more than one gender then you can call yourself bisexual, even if one of the attractions are very little or not very noticeable.
Though, if you feel like you’re very unlikely to want to engage in sexual activity with men and it’s been a while you could use the term ‘lesbian’ to simplify thing for yourself.. 
It can be very confusing, but it’s important to remember that it does get better and eventually it will make sense to you! Don’t worry about labels so much right now, just focus on finding yourself. The labels can come later :3
With love,
               Bi-Positive. 

anonymous asked:

What is "the last something"? I tried searching for it but idk if I found the right one

The Last Something That Meant Anything (100k)

When Harry leaves the band - leaves Louis - to pursue his dreams of a solo career, he breaks much more than just One Direction.

It’s a gamble and a new start for each of the boys but while Harry walked away smiling, finally having got everything he apparently dreamt of, Louis is left to pick the pieces up.

Some hearts don’t break even, some are simply shattered. So can you really learn to un-love someone?

okay so, I need to make a disclaimer about this fic because it’s REALLY intense and angsty, so it might not be the cup of tea for a lot of u, so be careful about it, read the tags and take care of urself 💖💖
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HD screencaps from Granrodeo no Odorodeo 2 Part 2.

2nd part is still about Kishow. They ate the local udon, signed a couple of bowls and aprons as presents and then it was time for Kiiyan to go back to his middle school. There, he met his old schoolmates and faced the beauty of his old school works, that embarassed him to the death LOL (So damn cute here!). Apparently, at that time Kiiyan and his two friends were part of a cover band, named FujiTani Uears; they got asked to perform again, so they played a cover of Unicorn’s Sugar Boy, joined by E-zuka on guitar. At the end, there was a letter for Kiiyan from his number one Rodeo Girl, his mama, Sumiko. She said that she is so proud of him, and even if she got a bit worried when he decided to be a seiyuu, she backed him up ever since. She also begged E-zuka to keep watching over him too XD

Have a nice week! (^_^)/

anonymous asked:

An imagine where 2Ds pregnant model!S/O poses for a magazine cover and he's like buying every copy he can find? Thanks!!

((Cuteeee))

“Eight months pregnant and you’re doing another photo shoot?” Russel questioned at the table, eating across from you.

You continued to eat with the rest of Stuart’s band, even though he was no where to be found.

“Did another photo shoot. It was the cover for some magazine, should be out sometime today.” You explained, taking a sip of whatever concoction Russel stirred up for you.

It was silent except for the clinks from silverware hitting plates until Murdoc stood up suddenly.

“That’s nice. Well, we’re off to work. See ya, (Y/n).” Murdoc yawned, stretching a bit before walking off with Russel and Noodle following.

You waved as they left you at the table where you finished eating and drinking your breakfast.

______________

“(Y/n), my love, I’m back!” Stuart called as he opened the front door.

He walked through the house until he found his lover resting in bed. He gave a toothy grin as she stood up to greet him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as bags hung from his lanky arms.

“Stu, what’s in the bag?” She questioned, backing away as they dropped to the floor.

“Or should I say bags…”

2-D blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, giving an awkward chuckle.

“Well, I went out and tried to buy as many copies of you on that magazine cover as I could find.” He admitted, bending down to sort through the bags.

She watched as he pulled out copy after copy of her on that magazine cover. She groaned as she felt a kick in her lower abdomen.

“Why?” She asked, wrapping her arms around her stomach in an attempt to stop the pain.

2-D stood up, wrapping his arms around her to comfort her. She leaned against him, letting her arms travel from her stomach back to his shoulders.

“B-Because I want our little angel knowing how beautiful his mum is.” 2-D confessed, smiling down at his lover’s belly.

She couldn’t help but tear up. She let him wipe a stray tear that escaped from her eyes.

“Oh Stu.” She whispered, digging her face into the crook his neck as he swayed her and their unborn child softly.

ruinsrebuilt  asked:

"but I'll miss you" for Luz/Lip??

I love that you fuel my rare pairs.

<~>

The dentist had warned George that Lip was going to be out of it. 

“Normally he should have had those molars out years ago.” The dentist had shook his head. “We really had to drug him. He just wouldn’t go down.”

“That’s my boy.” George had replied with the true joy only he could bring to that kind of statement.

The dentist was clearly really good at low balling his estimates on how much drugs they had given Lip. 

“Who are you?” Lip asks in the car after spending nearly five whole minutes staring at his hands like he has never seen hands before. 

“The King of Spain.” George answers back because this is gonna be hilarious later. He regrets not putting the gopro on the dash board to film this. 

“Why is the King of Spain driving me?” Lip’s voice. Jesus George needs this taped.

“Well you see, your majesty we are married.” George is so completely proud that he does this with total sincerity. Lip gasps like a little old lady at church clutching her pearls. 

“You are too good looking to be my husband.” Lip says after a moment. Ah, shit. Now George wants to kiss the big idiot and he can’t because Lip is swollen up like a chipmunk and clearly high off his ass. 

George parks the car in the driveway and turns off the car. He is just reaching for the door when Lip reaches over and grabs his hand.

“Where are you going?”

“I was just going around the car to get your door.” George really needs a picture of Lip right now. Too cute for words.

“But I’ll miss you.” Lip’s bottom lip actually trembles. 

“Carwood, I am going to be visible through the windows the entire time and then we are going to go in side and watch all the shows you never let me watch while we cuddle. Okay?”

Lip appears to consider this for a moment.

“Whatever you say, your Majesty.”

anonymous asked:

Sorry to bother you but could you please explain harry hating zayn the most after he left the band. I'm new to the fandom and a bit lost. Wasn't it because zayn hurt louis or something like that. I also wanted to know you pov. I'd be really grateful if you could explain that to me. Thanks in advance and hope you're having a great day

Hi darling! Not a bother at all, please don’t apologise. Please keep in mind that this is just speculation and that none of the boys have ever said anything about this, and actually they act quite diplomatically and have never mentioned they are fighting/they have had a fight with Zayn. However, Harry clearly shows he is still very bitter towards him (‘zebra, where?’ and ‘the paperwork [was the worst part about Zayn leaving]’ are just a few examples).

If you go and look at the concert videos during OTRA even prior to Zayn’s departure from the band you can notice that the interactions between Harry and Zayn were at a minimum. Actually, there is also this one time when Harry called all of the boys’ names out loud… but Zayn’s. This suggests that whatever happened between the two of them was before Zayn officially left the band.

There could be multiple reasons for that, honestly. A theory I keep coming back to, though, is that things were supposed to change in 2015 and there was a lot of chatter in the fandom that Harry and Louis would come out in 2015 (things started to change in November 2014) but I wouldn’t be surprised if Zayn’s decision to leave changed the plans and that’s at least partly the reason why Harry is still so angry at him. Again, this is just speculation. I have no way of knowing what actually went down between the two of them.

Despacito

http://justrightforjb.tumblr.com/post/160175164527/i-put-that-despacito-song-over-this-fancam-and-i

Fun Fact: I actually started this fic in Spanish just to try something new but I figured it’d be better to rewrite in English since I’m better at that. Ps there’s some Spanglish in there because I tried to make this kinda like I’m going out with friends.

You had been so excited for this party because it was the first one where you could actually bring Jaebum. Your hair was all done up and you got dressed up all nice for him but he decided to kill all your fun tonight. Typical.
“Jaebum why not just one song?” You whined. “You’re in a boy band.”
“It’s different and you know that,” He argued. “I can’t even pronounce colombias much less dance it.”
“Then I’ll tell the dj not to play cumbia for a bit,” you conceded. “Or I’ll teach you to dance bachata. You can pick it up.”
He just sighed and took another sip of his drink. “You know you sound really cute,” He chuckled. You picked up your finished plate of food and his and walked it over to the trash can. “I was still eating that! Babe come back!”
“One song,” you bargained with his plate still in hand. “And then you can eat.”
“Throw it away I’m not dancing.” You took your seat next to Jaebum again giving up. That had been your surefire plan and there was no real alternate.
“¿Y porque no estás bailando?” (Why aren’t you dancing?) Your best friend’s aunt asked. “Desde cuando era niña bailaste en cuál que fiesta.” (When you were young you danced at every party)
“Ni modos mi novio no querré bailar pues.” (But my boyfriend doesn’t wanna dance so) You pointed at him.
“Que guapo pero parece un viejito,” (he’s handsome but acts like an old man) she laughed. “Okay voy a bailar con las viejas porque nos divertimos más de ustedes.” (Im gonna go dance with the old ladies because we have more fun than you)
She made a face and Jaebum spoke up. “Hey you guys are talking about me aren’t you?” He complained. “What did you say.”
“My friends family are offended that we’re not dancing,” you explained. “They say that young people should dance and have fun.”
“So I’m old?” He asked.
“Parece un viejito means he’s like an old man.” you translated for him. It’s funny he’s normally translating for you but now the roles reversed. “So yes you just got called an old man by my best friends aunt.”
He sulked in his seat. “Can we go back to the hotel?”
You thought about how excited you were for this. Jaebum was finally gonna meet your best friend and you were gonna get to go party with her like you guys used to; it was gonna be awesome. “Why do you gotta ruin my fun?” You asked now annoyed. “I wanted you to come have fun with me and my friends and you won’t even give it a shot.”
He just rolled his eyes and looked away from you. “You can dance without me stop pouting.”
“Wow so chic,” you mocked. “Why are you like this?”
“I just don’t want to dance I don’t know this music or how to dance to it.” He raised his voice a bit but to be fair you were the one who made this an argument.
“Jaebum I go out with you and your friends all the time I just want this one night.” You lowered your tone so the situation wouldn’t escalate anymore.
“I have a solution!” Your best friend said from behind you.
“How long were you standing there?” You laughed.
She ignored your question. “How about a Justin Bieber song?” She asked. “Don’t they call you JB anyways?” She had googled him when you said your boyfriend was famous.
Part of you wanted to slap your best friend. “That’s the worst idea you’ve had since you waxed your legs with melted crayons in sixth grade.”
“Do I ever get to live that down?” She complained.
“Not until you get over you know what.” Only she remembers that embarrassing thing you did your freshman year and you will take it to your grave.
“He doesn’t know?!” She laughed. You covered up her mouth with your hand. Then she licked you. “Either way come to the dance floor and I will play Justin Bieber to make this one dance.”
She had that look on her face like she was up to something and you eventually caught on. “Jaebum please?”
He gave a quick “whatever” in response and you dragged him over to the dance floor.
Your friend got behind the dj booth and said something to him. “Okay this one goes out to the one Asian guy here because he’s finally getting up to dance.”
Come on over in my direction. So thankful for that it’s such a blessing.
“Was I tricked?” Jaebum raised an eyebrow. “I still don’t know how to dance to this.”
“I told you I’d teach you,” you smiled. “Okay let’s start. It’s like normal dancing: put your arms around me and just steps.”
You did a few steps to show him. “Just watch what everyone else is doing you’re fine.” You tried. “It’s not as hard as you think. Stop thinking.”
“Like this?” He asked. “Just like moving a little?”
“I told you so.”
He just laughed. “Whatever I guess you were right.”
“I didn’t hear that last part,” you teased. “Say it again please.”
“You were right.”
“Thank you.” Maybe you were petty and maybe Jaebum was too stubborn but at least things tend to work out in the end.

on prom’s barcode:
if he lets u see it, ur fucking special. bc he was raised to keep it hidden. he was raised w/ the threat of death n abandonment. n it became the norm. there is NOTHING more secure to him, than the bands around his wrist. it’s like the walls of a house. it’s like if u took the sky away. that’s what it’s like when he’s not wearing smth to cover it

if he lets u TOUCH IT, u better believe ur his entire world. he will flinch, he’ll stammer. he may even try to rip his hand away @ first, but give it back. bc he hurt himself there. he tried to scratch it off. tried to burn it off. it isn’t NORMAL to treat smth so MORBID n w/ such horrific connotations so ,,, naturally n tenderly. lightly touching his barcode is like ,,, lightly touching a monster’s claws. it’s like touching smth dangerous n terrible n dehumanising as though it’s just skin. it’s fucked up man n if he lets u touch it ,,, wow

anonymous asked:

People also forget that Harry can pitch what he wants (btw. what a smart idea to guarantee a long life of the band, a future, and the chance to not get a burn out and completely fall apart as people under pressure and stress and media with this shit management etc.) but the other have to be on board lol? He ain´t their boss! He was completely right, he did not leave, he even said he wanted to make sure the band has a long future and does not burn out in 2 years etc. I don´t undertand people lol

I don’t see how he could have possibly presented it in a better way? It’s just not logical for them to keep going until they pass the fuck out, a hiatus or break or whatever anyone wants to call it was inevitable, and someone had to be the one to bring it up. You’re right, too - they all agreed eventually not because Harry has the final say, but because they knew it was the smartest thing to do, ultimately.

I’m feeling a lot right now… so so much for Louis and the way things have been for him. I know we always say to read between the lines with print interviews etc but from what I took away from his interview in the observer was heartbreaking in a way. he talks about the reasons why he’s going solo now. Talks about doing it because of momentum and to keep the ball rolling, he wants to work hard, doing it for the fans and of course for his mum. 

But the vulnerability of his tone and the way he’s been portrayed. The whole underdog thing really breaks my heart.. because we’ve all know he’s felt like this from the start. But its been used against him.. its been used as a tool to make him cooperate and oblige so he can feel like he’s doing something for the band. So he can contribute his part. Can you even imagine the mental battles he would’ve been having this entire time… he wants to fight for what he knows is right and for what he loves and for his band because we know that’s the kind of person he is, but he also believes he has to do things he doesnt want to do because it’s his duty. Because he owes it to the band.. because he believed he couldn’t bring anything else to the table. 

I’m so proud of where he is right now. I know a lot of people judge him for things that are currently happening, but that interview really showed his vulnerable side and of course that was the plan. To have the GP back the underdog. But I also hope a lot of fans can read that and go “wow… okay. Well… this is why he’s agreed to do x y and z”. 

Even if that was also part of the plan… to get fans on his side again, I don’t fucking care. He deserved it. He deserves all the love and support and like he said, for people to start to understand the real him and not who his favourite superhero is. I’m a proud Louis fan right now. And I’ll be here supporting him till the end.

No, but a spin off of Shadowhunters named ‘Keeping up with Downworlders’.
Featuring:
• Raphael bickering with whoever is available maybe it be Ragnor, Catarina, Dot, Simon or even Luke

• he tries it with Magnus too. But Magnus just rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the cocktail ever present in his hand

• totally follows Luke’s day job as a cop. Wherein he pretends to be on The Office and looks straight at the camera whenever his colleagues do something stupid

• features random ass band performances by Simon and his band

• guests appearances by Clary, Jace and the rest of shadowhunters while they are asking for help. Cue both Luke and Magnus looking at the camera.

• features a shit ton of domestic Malec being their usual cute and touchy feely self. Jace bets that they can’t kiss more than 10 times in a episode. So an entire episode is dedicated solely to the two kissing their asses off.

• Meliorn and Raphael totally had a stand off one episode and it ended with both of them swearing never to go near another shadowhunter ever again.

•also Raphael and Simon totally try to out cute Malec at one point. Everyone is like ?? They are dating? To which Raphael promptly grabs Simon and kisses the shit out of him

•also entire 10 mins every episode dedicated to Maia, and her day job as a bartender in which she gets a shit ton of customers including mundies. Featuring her sassing the people especially Jace

• also on popular demand entire episode dedicated to Simon showing Jace how to drive, while Raphael sulks in the backseat and Magnus rolls his eyes

If you think Harry did something wrong when he suggested a break you should unfollow me.

None of them are obligated to stay in that band forever. He didn’t just fuck off the minute he knew he wanted a break. He talked to them about it and then stayed until they had fulfilled their contracts (even after Zayn left) and was fully committed till the end. Gave his all on stage every night, refused to talk hiatus plans and turned the conversation back to their album during the last promo run, and has continued to be very appreciative towards everything they did and achieved together.

Even if you miss 1d you can’t say he did something wrong.

i just really, really hope louis knows how genuinely loved he is and what an important role he played/plays in the band. i know he’s heard it before, but i’m gonna say it until my throat is raw: without him one direction wouldn’t be one direction. none of their voices are even close to how unique louis’ is. and of course they’re all extraordinary, but he brings something different to the table. it breaks my heart he felt so discouraged for so many years.

and he didn’t only play an important role vocally. he took one for the team over and over again, until that one turned into hundreds. he was faced with the brunt of their label’s wrath, all because he stood up for what he knew was right, just like he’s been doing his whole life.

most importantly, he didn’t only do it for him; he did it for his brothers. the brothers that would take bullets for him. you can see how heavily they depended on him right from the beginning, and i think even if he was the youngest of the band it would still be that way. it’s his spirit that drew them to him, just like it drew all of us.

you’d think that spirit would be crushed from all the rejections, all the “no, you can’t have a solo"s, but instead he’s wielded them and used them to become stronger. he could’ve turned bitter and hateful, but instead he chose love. he’s given that love wherever he can, notably towards countless charities. he’s dedicated himself to lifting others up and making them feel better, so much so that it’s his first instinct when he’s feeling down. i can’t think of anyone that inherently selfless.

i can never fit enough words into a post to express just how special louis tomlinson is. i can say he’s stubborn for the people and things he cares about, i can say he’s an unyielding light in the darkness, i can say he’s a fireball who won’t take no for an answer, i can say he’s inspiring, i can say he’s a soldier who won’t give up no matter what hardships and tribulations he faces, i can say he’s hilarious, i can say he’s an angel on earth who is charitable, kind and good. i can say the entire dictionary and it still wouldn’t be enough.

i can say i’m so fucking proud of this boy and what he’s accomplished, and that i can’t wait to see what other paths he goes down and what other adventures he undertakes. i’ll be there for him, supporting him, every step of the way. it’s the least i can do for someone who made me believe that life is something worth fighting for.

Foreign

Plot: Jimin always thought his traditional Korean girlfriend was perfect – that was, until he realized how beautiful foreigners could be.

Pairing: Idol!Park Jimin x Backup Dancer!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Notes: I based this off of every single MTL I have seen of BTS dating a girl of a different race or a girl of color – Jimin always seems to be one of the people who were least likely to date one. I definitely do not think that Jimin is this ignorant in any way. This is only a work of fiction. This is for all the international beauties! 2,536 Words

Originally posted by bwipsul

“Oppa, I’m missing you so much!”

“I’m missing you too, my love. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few days, okay?”

One of the worst parts about tour was leaving lovers behind. For Jimin, it wasn’t only his lover, it was his home. He enjoyed tour, performing for all of the ARMYs around the world, going on stage; but he wasn’t a huge fan of being in a foreign country. He didn’t know English that well, and he wasn’t fond of being in a place where he couldn’t understand anything. 

“I know,” The soft voice of his significant other brought pink to his cheeks. “Call me when your rehearsal is over.”

“I will, I love you,” He glanced at the leader of his band, who was calling him over.

“I love you too.”

With that, he had ended the call with a sigh, and headed over to his band. It hadn’t even been a few minutes since he cut the call, and he was already missing her – a thought he had experienced after each long-distance conversation with his lover. The short male shook his head and got his head back in the game, his eyes going up to meet a group of people dressed in black.

“This is your dance crew for this city,” The manager announced to the band. “Not all of them know Korean, so if you have an queries, just talk to Jihoon. He is the leader.”

“We understand.”

Once that brief introduction was done, they were all left to their own devices for a few minutes, whilst the leader of the dance team talked to the leader of the band. Jimin had let himself scan over the people he would be working with; not that he would talk to them, he was just curious and bored. Most of them had masks on – no one had really caught his eyes, except for one person. 

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Lemme tell you about how Kaze fell hopelessly in love with me just because I gave him a motherfuckiNG FLOWER BAND 

Play Me // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Daddy Kink, Oral (both), Spanking, Teasing, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, and Swearing.

Word Count: 4,915

Song: Despacito by Luis Fonsi Ft. Daddy Yankee and Justin Bieber

A/N: This is 100% because of the video that came out. The second I saw him playing the drums again, my mind immediately went to sin. I MEAN FUUUCK LOOK AT THIS GIF PEOPLE, HOW CAN IT NOT? Also, thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for keeping me sane throughout the writing process of this fic. Love you so much! 💖

In case you haven’t seen the video or you want to watch it again on loop if you’re like me. 

Fuck, I moaned internally as I watched him lick his plump lips in pure concentration, an immediate ache already rushing to my core just at the sight of Dylan’s sinful tongue.

His fingers were curled around the drumsticks and his muscles were flexed against his biceps with each movement he made as he played the drums in front of me. It took every piece of discipline I had in me to continue playing my saxophone and not toss it on the ground just to throw myself at him. Dylan had such an effect on me that I was constantly turned on whenever I was around him — and he doesn’t even have to do much to get me worked up. Just the way he is can get me easily horny alone.

It all started the night we first created this blues band. He was the drummer we recruited along with his friends Thomas and Dexter for strings and vocals. The three were undoubtedly talented and the perfect additions to our band, but Dylan… he was the perfect addition to my body. That first night the entire band partied to celebrate the arrivals and drinks were the main theme. One thing led to the other and, the next thing I knew, I was rushed into the nearest bathroom and being pushed up against the closed door. Dylan’s calloused hands gripping my leg and hitching it across his waist as he pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me so hard that I couldn’t walk the next day.

His eyes looked up at me for the slightest second and I could see the small smirk dangling from the corner of his lips, my breath hitching in my throat and disrupting my saxophone playing. Dylan noticed the way his smirk made me feel the need to press my thighs together and decided to play even dirtier by winking. I immediately moaned which came out as a strangled note from my instrument. The entire band looked at me with judgemental eyes at my horrid playing, but I was too busy focusing on Dylan chuckling lowly to himself.

“Alright!” I frustratedly shouted, surprising everyone in the studio. “Can we just please take a break from jamming right now? We’ve been at this for hours!”

Our vocalist shrugged carelessly and looked to his fellow bandmates, all shrugging as well before Tommy spoke up. “I guess we should. Maybe we can get something to eat?”

“Yes!” Dexter sat up from his stool, smacking his hands together. “Let’s go to that restaurant we had dinner at yesterday! They had the fucking best chicken fried rice.”

Everyone else agreed, each sharing the food they desperately wanted to eat there again. Well, all except for Dylan and I who were too busy staring at one another, lust burning our pupils to the point of no return. His eyes dipped for the slightest second to rake all over my body, gazing at the low-cut in my crop top before his eyes returned to mine with a cocky grin now invading his pink lips.

“You know, I think we should play our song one more time.” Dylan spoke up, his eyes never leaving me. My own narrowed, immediately understanding how much he still wanted to tease me. “To get it perfect before we officially record it.”

Again, everyone shrugged and agreed with his suggestion. Usually, I love how open they all are for anything but not today, not when I desperately want to feel Dylan’s dick twitching inside of me again as it quickly rubs against my tight walls.

“No, I think we should eat.” I counterparted, pulling the strap of the saxophone off my neck and placing the instrument in its case. “We need the break.”

“Maybe you need the break, kitten.” He raised an eyebrow tauntingly. “I mean, you do seem tense. What’s gotten you all worked up?”

The glare I gave him was nothing short of intense and full of raging fire. He and I both knew what he was doing, especially since he used that damn nickname that did inexplicable things to me. The entire band’s eyes were fixed on me and Dylan used the opportunity to run his fingers over his scruff as he winked yet again, fully aware of his power against me.

Fine then, two can play at this game.

“Having to constantly blow.” I retorted and it was my turn to smirk when his eyes widened. “The instrument, I mean.”

“Well I think you blow just perfectly.”

I was certainly glad that everyone else in the room was terrible at picking up on our innuendos and the incredibly strong sexual tension between Dylan and I. We haven’t exactly told anyone about us yet — mainly because we don’t even know if there is an us. We’ve been hooking up whenever it was convenient but with Dylan’s crazy schedule, it’s been pretty hard to maintain a physical relationship let alone possibly start an emotional one.

“Just one more?” Dylan teased and my mind immediately went to all of the times I begged him to quit pleasuring me when I was already so overstimulated, but he just kept going at it. “And then, I’ll- we’ll stop.”

“Just. One. More.” I stated through clenched teeth.

Picking up my instrument again, Dylan’s eyes were hooked on me as I licked my lips and wrapped them around the tip of my saxophone. The rest of the band members prepared themselves again and Dylan tapped his drumsticks three times to indicate the starting tempo. As soon as he was finished, we were all off and the song started playing beautifully. Despite not missing and mistaking a single note, Dylan and I focused on each other instead of our instruments. The walls of the studio were shaking at how loudly he was playing, each bang vibrating through the floor and into my body. It only made the aching in my core grow even more uncomfortable as it vibrated my cunt, forcing me to hold back any moan I wanted to release.

I watched as his head nodded along with the rhythm he created, his knees bouncing up and down as his feet continuously slammed on the bass pedal to carry the entire beat of the song. I hated to admit it, but our music would be nothing without Dylan’s talented drum skills. He was undoubtedly enjoying himself, the melody completing taking over his body… except for the eyes boring into mine that is.

Fuck, it should be illegal to look that fucking good playing the drums.

I thanked the Lord when the song was finally over and I managed to play every single note without letting Dylan distract me, despite almost falling prey to him many times. He put the drumsticks down on the floor and picked up the green bottle of beer from it instead, his lips pouting as he took a long sip. I was practically drooling at the sight of his adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone else, including me, put their instruments away for the time being.

“Time for grub!” Dexter celebrated and the entire room boomed with laughter at his excitement for food. Normally, I would be right there with him but at this moment all I could truly focus on were the way Dylan’s eyes were calling me.

“You guys go ahead.” Dylan stated, standing up. “I think I’d rather eat Chipotle.”

“You sure?” Tommy asked, everybody already at the door. “You should come eat with us so you’re not alone.”

“He won’t be alone. I’ll go with him.” I spoke up, clearing my throat. “Gotta have those delicious chicken cutlets.”

“Suit yourselves.” He shrugged, guiding everyone out of the studio and closing its door behind them.

It was as if the second that door sealed shut, every bit of sexual tension we were trying to keep to ourselves was released out into the air. Just the thought of what was undeniably about to happen next made my pulse accelerate, my heart pounding against my chest. I wasn’t the only one effected as I watched Dylan take slow steps towards me as if I were a magnet pulling him in closer and closer. He was practically undressing me with his eyes and usually I would blush at such a forward act, but now right now. Right now, all I want him to do is give into the lustful things his eyes are telling me.

“So,” I broke the silence, my breath unstable as he finally reached me and placed his hand on the small of my back. His lips brushing against my neck, making goosebumps cover my skin. “How about we go eat take out?”

“No, kitten.” He whispered, my body shivering at the feeling of his lips touching my ear. “I’d rather eat you out, instead.”

Dylan’s mouth immediately moved to mine and he crashed his lips against my own. I couldn’t help but moan into our sudden kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. His skillful lips meshed with mine in such a fiery and passionate pace, he almost made me lose my balance. My hands didn’t just remain on his neck as he successfully seduces me, but ventured over his back and explored the amazing feeling of his flexed muscles pressed against my palm. Our breaths mingled before Dylan licked my bottom lip with his tongue and I instinctively opened it for his tongue to have its very welcome entrance. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth along with the mint from his toothpaste and all of my senses were heightened, begging for more of him.

I broke the kiss, but he chose to continue teasing me as his lips moved to my jaw then my neck. Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was currently creating a purple bruise on my skin with his smooth assaults. My fingers gripped onto his back, my nails digging into our band’s t-shirt. He chuckled on my neck and I instantly whimpered at the resonance.

“Please, I have been unbelievably horny since the moment you walked through that door today.” I moaned. “Just fucking do something already.”

“Patience, kitten.” Dylan retorted, his fingers moving to the hem of my high-waisted skirt just to tease me. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Not when their friends will be back soon.” I mewled.

“Honestly, they could walk in on us fucking and I wouldn’t even stop.” Dylan nibbled on my ear. “Now, kitten, tell me all of the things you want my mouth to do to you. Teach me your favorite places.”

“You already know my favorite places, Dylan.” I responded and definitely didn’t miss the cocky grin he played on my skin.

“Just because of that impeccable response I’ll give you want you want, babygirl.” He whispered huskily before moving his hands to the back of my knees and lifting me up.

This time I was the one who started the desperate kiss as he walked forwards, my back suddenly hitting the wall behind me. I lost my rhythm with his lips and failed to remain the dominant one when his hands massaged the back of my thighs, sparking more desire throughout my entire body. Just as I was about to try and get my power back, Dylan unexpectedly broke our kiss. Our panting breaths hitting each other’s faces before he started to push me up. I looked at him with wide eyes, but allowed him to do whatever it is he’s planning to do. The next thing I know, I’m so high up that he wraps my legs around his neck.

With my legs dangling over his shoulders, Dylan moved one of his hands to my inner thigh and purposely drummed his fingers on my skin before reached the area closest to my core. I bucked my hips for him to do more and, to my surprise, he actually did. Dylan suddenly ripped apart the thong I wore and felt no remorse towards ruining something I owned, and, honestly, neither did I. I was so glad there finally wasn’t anything keeping him from touching me anymore that I didn’t even bother to think about the consequences.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about how horny you are.” Dylan chuckled, certainly staring at the arousal covering my cunt. My hips twitched the second his finger swiped through my slick folds and a shameless moan fell from my lips when he licked his wet finger with his tempting tongue. “God, kitten, you always taste so damn good.”

“P-Please.” I begged.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Dylan smirked, nibbling my outer lips. “I know that I’m a drummer and I’m good with my hands, but damn kitten.”

“And I’m a saxophone player, I’m very good with my mouth.” I retorted, raking my fingers through his dark strands. “Which I’ll gladly use on you if you just give me what I want.”

“Well, you certainly have a way with words, babygirl.” He stated before finally doing what I wanted him to by swiping his tongue up my core, my vocal chords releasing the most animalistic moan the second the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris. “Damn, you sing the second I touch you.” He chuckled. “Kinda like playing the piano.”

“Then, play me.”

The last thing I saw was Dylan’s pupils dilate just before he dipped his head under the fabric of my skirt along with his hand and began his mind-boggling pleasure on my core. His tongue created fast and steady circles on my sensitive nub, immediate pleasure striking through my veins. However, my body buzzed intensely the moment he pushed a finger into my soaking heat and pumped it repeatedly. My eyes instantly shut tight and chose to only focus on the feelings he was creating inside of me.

I squirmed and my hips bucked involuntarily, my own fingers clutching onto his hair. He grunted at the harsh feeling and my lungs immediately gasped when the vibration of his voice rippled through my core and initiated the build up now invading me. I could feel my nipples hardening against the cheap fabric of my bra and I desperately wanted to pinch them in between my fingers — which is exactly what I did after I let go of him to rip apart my blouse along with my laced bra. Dylan couldn’t exactly see what I had just done, but he definitely put two and two together at the sound of the tearing fabric and didn’t hold back his moan. Letting what remained of my shirt and bra fall to the ground and playing with my nipples in my fingers, I felt as Dylan added another one of his in me. He increased the pressure and the pace, giving more power to my build up.

“F-Fuck, baby.” I moaned audaciously. “Just like that.”

He followed my request and continued moving his two fingers in my tight cunt rapidly, but his lips however wrapped around my clit. His tongue still licked and played with it as well, but now he had added his sinful mouth to the mix. My sensitive nub enjoyed the attention it was getting from Dylan, flashing pure thrill and bliss straight to my build up.

Carefully hearing out how responsive I was being, Dylan decided to do more when he knew I was ready for it. He scissored his two fingers inside of me and I screamed, my body already shaking with its arriving orgasm. Dylan’s addictive movements in my cunt only stopped right when he knew I was going to cum and curled the tips of his fingers against my walls instead, the perfect amount of pressure I needed to fall into my release.

I didn’t expect Dylan to stop as I came, but I certainly did expect him to when I finished. However, he did not halt his actions at all. In fact, Dylan only increased them. His hand removed itself from my core and returned its post on my thigh along with the other one. He pulled back from the wall and my own hands immediately flew to his hair for stability, but I didn’t make it in time. Although his grip on my thighs were incredibly strong enough and wouldn’t let me completely fall, I couldn’t help but squeal when the top half of my body dropped down, by back now resting on his legs.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get more intense, Dylan slipped his tongue into my cunt and I urgently wrapped my arms around the back of his knees. The new position enhanced everything he was doing to me, expanding my pleasure by one-hundred percent. I whimpered and mewled at Dylan’s invasive touch, considering how overstimulated I was. But, he didn’t stop his attempt at giving me more than one consecutive orgasm.

His tongue was deep in me, constantly brushing my g-spot, and he licked around my walls, definitely enjoying my taste by the way he moaned continuously along with me. My back arched and my legs shook again at the feeling of his tongue literally fucking me just as Dylan’s thumb applied unbelievable pressure on my incredibly swollen clitoris. Not only making me reach my orgasm and cum, but literally fucking gush. My immense arousal squirted out of my cunt, certainly soaking his entire face.

This time Dylan did stop, but only when he deemed ready. My core was throbbing intensely as he walked us over to his drumming bench and asked me to place my hands on them for him to pull my legs off of his shoulders and carefully settle them on the floor without the risk of hurting me nor letting me fall. Once he laid my legs on the ground, my butt involuntarily sitting down too, I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his shirt off his body and used it wipe his face clean.

“Take your skirt off, kitten.” He commanded, unbuttoning his khakis and letting them drop to the floor.

“Yes, daddy.” I bit down on my lip, enjoying the view of him momentarily losing his shit at the nickname just as he stepped out of his pants pooling at his feet.

“Daddy, huh? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier…” He smirked, taking taunting steps towards me. “Now, why don’t you kneel here in front of daddy?”

I didn’t say anything, I just changed my position to settle on my hands and knees and slowly crawled in his direction. The feeling of my skin scraping against the rug burned, but I chose to ignore it. I could see the huge bulge in his grey boxer-briefs create a wet stain with his increasing precum at how the sight turned him on beyond compare and it boosted me to sway my hips more, my confidence growing. Dylan’s hand moved down to his crotch and he slowly palmed himself over the fabric before becoming impatient and pulling down his boxers just enough to start touching himself. Immediate heat and lust rushed back to my core at the way he pumped his own dick, my mouth drooling at his actions.

Once I reached him, I placed my hands on his bare thighs to steady myself as I settled just on my knees, the rug digging into my skin. Our eyes were locked together, my mouth inching closer to his shaft. He didn’t stop masterbating even when I took his tip into my mouth and sucked profusely, his throat making its own strangled noises. My tongue licked the precum off of his slit and Dylan’s hips bucked, involuntarily​ pushing a little more of him inside my mouth. I swatted his hand away and he let both of his hands run through my hair as I took in as much of his cock as I could. Dylan gathered my hair together in a temporary ponytail and whilst my mouth bobbed his dick rapidly, my tongue would constantly graze against his prominent vein on the underside of his member.

“Shit, kitten.” Dylan moaned, bucking his hips faster. “Your talented lips feel so fucking good around my cock. Thank God you’re so invested in playing the saxophone.”

I moaned around his staff and he immediately growled at the intense vibration, his hand gripping tighter in my hair. Impatient with letting me be in control, Dylan pulled my hair back roughly, my head going along with it. Then he, suddenly, pushed my head right back to take him in again deeply — so deeply that his swollen tip lodged in the back of my throat. Dylan created this new pace where he would pull my hair to guide his dick in and out along with his thrusts. The stinging pain on my scalp from his harsh pulling did not overpower the lust inside of me and I willingly allowed Dylan to use my mouth as a damn fucktoy.

“Fuck me, babygirl.” He grunted before unexpectedly pulling me back and not letting me take him in my mouth anymore.

Suddenly, Dylan tore my grip away from his thighs and let my hair go. He took a step back, my palms immediately landing flat out on the floor to keep from falling. The strands of my hair swayed to the front of my face as he stepped out of his boxers and walked behind me. I heard him fall to his own knees and, without any warning, a loud sound of Dylan’s palm slapping against my skin echoed in the room along with the sound of my scream at the stinging pain of just getting spanked.

“God, I fucking love your ass.” Dylan confessed, sinking his teeth into my cheeks and letting go right after another scream escaped my lips.

“Jesus Christ, Dylan.” I grunted, already out of breath. “Just stop teasing and shove your dick inside of me already.”

“Did you just call me Dylan?” He tisked and I could picture him shaking his head. “You know that’s not what I want, babygirl. Which means I won’t give you want you want.”

“N-No, I’m sorry!” I whined. “Daddy, please.”

Dylan surprised me when he pushed just his tip inside of me, my core pulsing around him. However, he stopped teasingly and it drove me absolutely crazy. I tried bucking my hips back, but Dylan just grabbed my waist roughly and halted my attempts.

“Come on, daddy.” I whimpered at the feeling of his dick throbbing. “Just fuck me.”

“Like this?” Dylan asked, slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt before pulling back out at the same agonizing pace. He did this a few times and my body begged for more, not able to withstand the slow rate.

“Faster.” I begged impatiently. “You know how I like it rough.”

Dylan moaned at my commands, but continued his vehement torture anyway and I wasn’t having anymore of it. Bringing my hands back, I ripped Dylan’s off my waist and he almost lost his balance at my sudden movement. Pulling his dick out of me, I pushed him to lie down on the rug and threw my legs over his hips to straddle him. Both of my knees settled on the rug and Dylan’s eyes widened at me before they narrowed with a growing smirk.

“Damn-” He began to speak, but my finger flew to his lips and stopped him from continuing his sentence. His eyebrows quirked in curiosity and I simply gave him the most smug grin I could put together.

“I’m in charge now.”

Dylan’s dick twitched in between my thighs at my new confidence and his hands flew to my hips, allowing me to do whatever I damn pleased. I grabbed his shaft before positioning it at my entrance and sitting down on him until I felt his balls on my ass. His head instantly fell back to the ground, his eyes shutting tight. Thanks to how fucking wet I was from just having two orgasms (and counting), it wasn’t hard to glide him in and out of me. Both of our throats erupting into uncontrollable moans and neither one of us had the intention to stop.

My hands were splattered out on his chest, my nails raking down his skin and digging into it as his own fingers gripped my hips tightly to help guide me. I bounced up and down on his cock, the wet sound of skin meeting every time my cheeks came into contact with his balls. Dylan growled lowly whenever my nails created stinging shapes in his flesh. My build up returned stronger than ever, already licking at my veins. Dylan could sense how close I was from how I tightened around his shaft and his eyes opened, a sense of mischief pooling in them.

One of his hands made its way to our repeatedly connecting bodies and everything inside of me jerked the moment his fingers applied rough pleasure on my clit. A flash of heat spread through my body as I screamed, not able to hide how much I loved his addictive advances. However, it was when Dylan sat up and not only changed the angle but pushed me back a little so he could attach his mouth onto my breast that the build up won. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep some sort of balance as my body violently shook with its intense orgasm. I continued to bounce on his dick and Dylan grunted loudly when I clenched around it. His teeth bit my nipple harshly and I screamed, all of my senses dancing on the surface of my skin.

Even as my body fell limp and stopped moving, Dylan didn’t. His hand on my hips wrapped around my waist and elevated my body slightly before thrusting up into me. At this point, I couldn’t even control the overwhelming amount of screams falling from my lips along with his name.

“That’s right, kitten.” He managed to say through moans. “Scream my name and forget every other name that exists. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.”

I felt that same flash of heat again, followed by another and another as he continued to thrust up into my g-spot, his cock rubbing so fucking deliciously against my tight walls that it made me want to cry. No crashing waves and no build up, this time a violent pleasure tore through me. A whiplash of ecstasy snapping at my clit and spreading everywhere. Dense streams of cum slithered down my legs and I noticed as it soaked him, dripping down his cock, covering his balls and pooling over his thighs.

His fingers changed its pace on my overly sensitive nub and I crashed again, falling deep into the abyss of euphoria. Each climax was unique and when the final one was drawn out of me, I actually cried — like literally. My tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. My lungs hurt at the lack of air. My throat was dry from screaming too much. My lips were raw from the insane amount of kissing and biting down on them. And every joint in my body ached.

When he noticed I couldn’t handle anymore, Dylan pulled himself out and laid me down on the floor. I was completely out of breath and unable to move my body, but I still watched with hooded eyes as he crawled over me. Each of his knees settling beside my shoulders, his hands moving down to my head and grabbing my hair.

“Do you wanna taste daddy’s cum, kitten?” He teased and I immediately nodded. “I’m gonna need you to say it.”

“Yes, daddy.” I spoke up, my hands holding onto the back of his knees. “Fuck my mouth.”

That’s all the incentive he needed to shove his dick into my mouth and I gladly welcomed it back. Dylan used his hand on my head in synch with his thrusts to control how deep he wants to go. Because he was already so close to his edge from constantly feeling my cunt tighten around him, Dylan was already falling off of it in a matter of seconds. It only took a few thrusts and my mouth hollowing out as my tongue constantly licked his sensitive tip. Dylan’s hot release immediately shot out of his slit and landed on my palate, the delicious salty taste of his cum making me moan.

“God, no one can give a blowjob like you, babygirl.” Dylan whispered huskily, laying back down on the floor beside me.

The sexual tension in the air eased down and was replaced with pure bliss, both of our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. All of a sudden, Dylan turned around and nudged his face amongst my shoulders. Goosebumps making its ways on my skin at the feeling of his hot breath against my neck as he wrapped a lazy arm around my waist.

“What'cha doing there, Dyl?” I asked curiously.

“Breathing in your neck because you always smell so good.” He shrugged.

“Well, I’m just gonna pretend that’s not a weird thing to say.” I chuckled and he laughed with me.

“Sorry.” He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my skin. “Would you rather I whisper things into your ear so you remember them when you’re not with me?”

“Hmm, that would be nice.” I smiled before it turned into a grin. “But, I’d rather go eat that take out.”

Best Friends and Barely There Clothing

Helloooo lovies! So this is my first imagine on this blog, and I do hope you enjoy it! I will be posting lots of imagines and blurbs etc. regarding Harry, and most will contain smut! But I will of course have writings that are just pure fluff as well! Enjoy this one!

Warnings: Smut & Language

Word Count: 3k

“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.

“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”

Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.

“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.

OR the one where Harry really can’t stop thinking about the act of making babies with his best friend, and he’s tired of her slinking around his house wearing barely anything.


“Would ya ever have a baby with me?” The words slipped past his lips casually, his eyes trained on you as he brought the wine glass that was in his hands to a rest on the coffee table in front of you two.

“Excuse me?” You all but choked as the words registered, the wine that was gracefully slipping down your throat coming to an abrupt stop and getting stuck in your vocal pipes, causing you to cough for a few seconds as you worked it out. Your sea green eyes flicked up to his emerald ones, squinting as he watched you with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips as he captured his bottom one between his thumb and forefinger.

Harry was your best friend. Harry had been your best friend for almost 6 years now, and you had been by his side almost every step of his career, cheering him on and encouraging him to take leaps he was too afraid of. But you were only best friends… why would a baby together ever cross his mind? You two may have shared one or two (or ten or twenty) drunken kisses on nights when you stumbled into one another’s flat, coats being haphazardly thrown to the floor and lips meeting in a sloppy goodnight as you both fell onto whomevers bed you had chosen for the night before passing out, but that was it.

“What? Not weird to think about having a baby with ya best friend, is it?” His smirk was only getting wider as you let out an exasperated breath, your eyes narrowing to slits as you decided to place your wine glass on the table next to his.

“S'just….” he continued, refusing to break eye contact, “What if m'not married by the time I’m 30. Ya know more than anyone I wanna have kids… so if m'not married and you’re not… would ya have a baby with me?”

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