I'm Claire and I write things. * Disclaimer: Everything on this blog is fiction, I don't make any money from writing* Previously 1d-lovingfics, where-the-story-starts
If no one's messaged you yet, the fic you're looking for is http://archiveofourown.org/works/648946/chapters/1180357 by lirryakalife. And hi, I like your name by the way :))))
Liam has been depressed since he was 12 or something and starved himself so now he is all frail and weak. Harry is his best friend and one day Harry brings over niall zayn and louis who all become really protective over liam and i think it ends with zayn and liam getting together? its on ao3 i think
Do you write smutty Narry? 'Cause I would love to see some dom!Niall before I flip the fudgecakes out
okay so omg im so sorry but i tried writing this and I can't write smutty narry im sorry i just cant i can try fluffy narry? or niall domming someone else except Liam cause like i cant write niam at all im sorry ::( they just seem to much like kittens i csnt im sorry
Zayn takes full advantage of Niall's sponsored silence
*Mature*
Niall still has his ‘sponsored silence’ sign on, he’s sitting upright on his couch, lazily spread out and bowl of chips next to his lap. Zayn hangs his jacket over the peg before walking into the lounge room. Niall waves in greeting, Zayn straddles Niall’s lap. Niall jerks in surprise, but settles his hands around Zayn’s thin waist, accidently knocking over the crisps. Niall looks up to glare at Zayn but Zayn’s leaning down and kissing him, the paper of the sign crinkling between them, not so subtly grinding their hips together. Niall almost lets out a moan; Zayn stops it with a hand over Niall’s mouth.
“You’re doing the sponsored silence remember? Don’t make me gag you.” Now Niall’s actually glaring. Niall’s vocal in sex, loves to whisper dirty things and watch Zayn fall apart. He’s especially loud when Zayn rides him. Zayn grins evilly, lowering the hand of Niall’s mouth to palm at his cock through the loose fitting chinos’. Niall’s already squirming underneath him. Zayn kissed him again, to keep his mouth occupied before he says anything, and tugs on Niall’s shirt with his spare hand until Niall pulls it off himself. Zayn enjoys how Niall’s hands fist in his t-shirt, clinging desperately to the older boy. Zayn slips his own t-shirt off, grinding down a little bit harder as he does so. Zayn smirks when Niall looks up at him, begging with his eyes to stop teasing. Usually Niall’s more in charge in bed, but that doesn’t mean Zayn doesn’t like it when the tables have turned.
Zayn can feel Niall’s length pressing into his hip and thigh, fully hard. Zayn sucks a love bite into Niall’s neck first, before sliding off Niall’s lap and removing his pants. Niall takes the opportunity to remove his too, letting his chinos pool at his ankle. He’s not wearing pants. Zayn’s prepared, he pulls the freshly brought bottle of lube out of his back pocket and straddling Niall again, now both naked. Niall’s hands hold Zayn’s hips again, rubbing and pressing bruises. Zayn’s thankful for the support when he unscrews the lid, coats up his finger and reaches behind him. He’s never had the best coordination. He hears Niall’s sharp intake of breath when Zayn starts to finger himself, skipping straight to two. He hears Niall’s intake of breath but Zayn’s eyes are closed, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Niall’s shoulder as he focuses. Zayn lets out his own shaky breaths as his fingers prod deeper, almost touching his prostate but not quite. One of Niall’s hands is tight on Zayn’s lips, drawing the naked boy closer and stopping him from falling, the other was rubbing over Zayn’s hip, trailing down to where Zayn’s fingers are disappearing into himself. Without any preamble, one of Niall’s fingers slip in. Zayn gasps, rocking down hard on Niall’s finger as it brushes over Zayn’s prostate. After a moment he realizes his own fingers have stilled and he pushes them in time with Niall’s one. When Zayn looks back, Niall is smirking, Zayn can practically hear his thought pattern, yeah, I can still pull you apart even without thinking, Zayn frowns, although that’s hot, that’s not what tonight is about. Zayn pulls his fingers out, pushes Niall’s hand away too, and pushes it until it’s resting next to Niall on the couch. Next Zayn pushes the other hand off his hip to, shuffles forward a bit more until their groin to groin. Zayn rubs down painfully slow a few times until Niall’s at full hardness. Zayn purposefully looks up at Niall through his eyelashes, looking as innocent as possible and taking in the way Niall’s biting his lip to keep back the groans. Zayn shuffles forward a little more, until they’re chest’s are flushed against each other. With one hand guiding Niall’s dick, Zayn sinks back slowly, until he’s fully seated on Niall.
Niall can’t help it, he groans. Zayn grins in victory. Except instead of clamping his mouth shut or covering it with his hand or anything, Niall bites down on Zayn’s shoulder. Zayn gives a jerk of surprise, causing Niall to close his eyes, but his lips stay firm on Zayn’s shoulder. Zayn gives his hips a twist then stills again. The sound Niall makes doesn’t quite escape. Zayn bounces slow again, drawing out Niall’s soft, barely there moans. Niall lets go of his shoulder and thrusts his hips impatiently, Zayn secretly loves it. Niall thrusts up again and hits Zayn’s prostate, hard. Straight away, Niall hits the same spot and Zayn can’t conceal his moan. Another thrust and oh god, Zayn’s almost panting. It takes the majority of Zayn’s willpower to move his hands from Niall’s shoulders to Niall’s hips, pushing them back down into the couch and forcing them to stay still. Zayn’s in charge tonight.
Zayn’s faster this time, bringing himself almost all the way off before slamming down again. Niall gasps and Zayn does it again, again and again and again. Niall’s breathless, his hold on Zayn’s bicep loosening. Every second thrust lands on Zayn’s prostate, no matter how hard he tries to change the angle. But Zayn’s determined to make Niall come first. He goes faster, ignoring the burn in his legs. The next time Zayn’s up, he attaches his lips to Niall, kissing without much technique and lots of tongue. He swallows Niall’s gasps and bites Niall’s bruised lips, clenches down purposefully and Niall’s coming, hard and fast. Zayn’s not far off when Niall reaches down to jerk Zayn off. Zayn slips off Niall and makes a face at the sound and the thick cum. Without a condom sounds hot when you’re horny, even better while fucking, but the aftermath is gross. Zayn puts off cleaning up to snuggle into Niall’s hot, sweaty chest and place kisses over the salty skin. Niall’s arms encircle around him, Zayn feels very safe inside them. Niall wriggles under him, Zayn looks up, taking in Niall’s fucked and content face. Niall cracks open one previously closed eye, smiles and kisses Zayn again, chaste and soft, perfect for after sex cuddling.
The cum starts trickling down Zayn’s thigh, and that’s sort of disgusting, also Zayn’s kneeling in broken, crushed crisps, so he decides hygiene first, cuddling later.
After cleaning himself, Zayn comes back with wash cloth, Niall hasn’t moved at all, still spread naked on the couch, except he has the jotting pad he’s been using to communicate all day in his hands. The message sends a shiver of anticipation down Zayn’s spine.
Louis thought that he could make his way from the lecture to his flat before the rain got to heavy. Turned out he couldn’t.
He was half way before the heavens opened. Worried about the new drawings on his new sketchbook, Louis ducked under a shelter. Waiting it out seemed like the best option. From experience, Louis knew that he could be an hour before the rain settled. But Louis was cold and wet, he didn’t want to wait an hour in the wind under a bus shelter.
He spies the coffee shop across the road. It looks mainly empty, the inside looked warm and cosy. Louis makes the quick decision to run for it.
He’s soaked by the time he makes it across. Louis is cursing himself for forgetting his umbrella.
The door jingles when it opens, the barista looks up.
Louis breath catches.
He’s gorgeous, brown curly hair swept to one side, sparkling green eyes and a dimple when he smiles. Louis blushes when their eyes meet, consciously aware of his own, soaked state.
“Bit cold out there?” He asks, he talked slowly but his voice sounded like music. It’s a beat too late when Louis nods.
“Yeah a bit.” Louis is suddenly aware he’s shivering. “I could really use a hot chocolate.” Curly nods.
“Sit down, I’ll bring it out.” He offers.
“Thanks.” Louis says, reaching for his wallet, his eyes searching the prices behind Curly’s head. “It’s three ninety right?” Curly shakes his head.
“On the house.” Louis’ smile widens.
“Wow thanks.” He replies. On a whim, he adds “I’m Louis.”
“Harry.” Harry replies.
When Harry delivers his coffee cup, it’s with a wink. When Louis checks the cup, there’s a phone number written on the side.
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Niall pulls back from Lim when Harry leaves the room. He smirks, his expression full of self satisfaction and Liam is frowning at him.
“What was that about?” Liam asks, rubbing the spot on his cheek where Niall kissed. Liam looks disapproving, Niall pouts.
“He was flirting with that interviewer! You know, the one with the tits.” Liam rolls his eyes.
“It’s sort of his job, you know that. And if it bothered you, why didn’t you talk to him about it?” Niall puffs out his cheeks, leans back into the couch and crosses his arms.
“Of course I’m bothered about it, I’m his fucking boyfriend.”
“Then talk to him instead of playing stupid mind games. You made him leave the room!” Liam actually looks cross with him. Louis and Zayn walk into the room then and Liam smiles up at Louis, pulling him down into his lap and kisses his temple. Louis quickly turns in Liam’s lap so he’s straddling him.
“Alright, I’m going for a smoke before you start making out.” Zayn leaves, Niall gets up as well, ignores the significant look Liam gives him and goes to find Harry.
*
Niall finds Harry hitting a vending machine, Niall looks behind him and finds the small packet of haribo stuck halfway from falling down. Harry looks up but otherwise doesn’t acknowledge Niall. Niall hits the machine, the lollies fall out.
“Thanks.” Harry mumbles. Harry won’t meet his eyes, if Niall didn’t feel guilty before he feels guilty now. “I’m going back to my room.” Harry turns back to their hotel room.
“I’ll come.” Niall goes to grab Harry’s hand, Harry pulls away. Harry still looks sad.
“I sort of want to be alone.” Harry says.
“Haz! I want to talk to you.”
“Talk to me in the morning.” Harry walks away from Niall, Niall sighs and goes to knock on Zayn’s door.
*
Niall makes it to three am when he’s sick of tossing and turning in Zayn’s spare bed. He can’t sleep without Harry. Niall puts his shirt back on and takes the spare key card, hoping Harry will talk to him now.
Niall has a key card but knocks anyway, giving Harry the chance to turn it down. Harry does. He looks worse for wear, bags under his eyes and hair a mess. Harry takes one look at Niall and hugs him tightly, bringing Niall inside and shutting the door. Niall loves how he fits in Harry’s arms, snug against his chest.
“I’m sorry I kissed Liam.” Niall mumbles against Harry’s bare chest. He feels Harry’s arms tighten. “I wanted to make you jealous cause the interviewer with the tits was all over you and now it seems stupid.”
“You were jealous of the interviewer?” Harry sounds slightly amused. “You’re a hundred times more beautiful than she is.” Niall hates himself from blushing and hates himself even more for asking back;
“Then why were you flirting back.” It’s almost a whine but not quite.
“Cause I’m ‘the flirt.’ We can’t all get away with being the cute one.” Niall pulls back to check Harry’s expression. Harry sounds slightly sarcastic, slightly affectionate and Niall feels really, really stupid. “I can pull it back but.” Harry offers.
“If it’s not too much trouble.” Niall replies, steps up on tip toes and kisses Harry. Harry steadies Niall against him, kisses back. Niall ruins it by yawning half way through, which makes Harry laugh. Carefully, Harry walks the pair of them back until his knees hit the bed. Niall cuddles close to Harry under the covers.
“Never make me sleep without you again.” Niall says. Harry kisses Niall goodnight.
Okay so I sort of saw this prompt and wrote something I hope it's okat? I only did it in a few hours omg
There’s a knock on the door. Zayn’s not expecting it. He doesn’t want to answer; he’s not really in a state too. But then Liam’s voice is calling through the door and now Zayn has to answer. If Zayn doesn’t answer to Liam when he’s clearly home Liam will start to worry that Zayn is avoiding him, or doesn’t like him, when truly it’s the opposite.
Liam can tell the minute Zayn opens the door something’s wrong. He looks pale, his eyes losing some of their spark. Zayn looks terrible.
“Are you alright?” Zayn goes to say yes, but then surprises by shaking his head. Zayn moves back so Liam can walk in, as soon as the door is shut Liam’s pulling Zayn into his arms. Liam’s never noticed till now how skinny Zayn is, how Liam can wrap both is arms around Zayn and nearly hides him completely. Zayn is gripping the back of Liam’s t-shirt tightly, face buried in Liam’s shoulder. Then Zayn starts to cry.
It’s not silent, trickling tears but loud sobs that rack Zayn’s whole body. Liam, growing even more alarmed, tightens his hold, rubs soothing circles into Zayn’s back and whispers sweet things into Zayn’s ear. It feels like forever and Zayn still hasn’t calmed down, Liam carefully guides him over to the couch, sitting down first before pulling Zayn down next to him. Liam can’t move far when Zayn’s still crying though, so Liam keeps his arms wrapped around him, Zayn snuggles back down into Liam’s grip, still soaking his shirt in salty tears. Liam hates seeing Zayn like this.
“Please stop crying.” Liam nearly begs. He has no idea what to do, Zayn’s never cried like this before. Zayn shakes his head but can’t seem to get words out. Liam tilts Zayn’s head back and Zayn looks up at Liam, tears making his pale cheeks shiny. Finally, the tears have reduced to quiet trickles, Zayn’s pouting, his eyes wide and wet. Liam feels something protective lurch in his chest as he fights the urge to bring him in close and never let him leave the encircle of his arms. Zayn opens his mouth as if to speak but nothing comes out other than a small whimper. Liam can’t help himself; he leans down and kisses Zayn carefully. A comforting, chaste kiss.
“What’s wrong babe?” Liam asks, Zayn rubs his eyes and his cheeks flare up. Liam’s glad to see some colour.
“God, this is embarrassing.” Zayn’s voice is thick. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to start crying.” Zayn hides his face in Liam’s shoulder, Liam tilts Zayn’s head up with two fingers so he has to make eye contact.
“So what’s the matter?” Liam asks, Zayn shakes his head.
“Nothing, I’m overreacting.” Zayn mutters, eyes looking back down.
“That was obviously not nothing.” Liam is determined, so Zayn bites his lip and decides just to say it.
“Everyone thinks I’m a cheater and a douche.” Zayn casts a quick look towards his open laptop, Liam’s arm tightens around Zayn protectively. “Some girl said I cheated on Perrie with her, but I’m not even with Perrie, you know she’s just bearding for me and I’m helping with her fame.” Zayn looks up at Liam in horror. “You know those aren’t true right? I love you and wouldn’t-“ Zayn’s throat tightens and he can’t get anymore words out.
“I didn’t think they were. I usually ignore all the rumours. But it’s weird how she got those pictures.” Zayn shakes his head.
“Danny was staying here the other weekend, picked her up at a club. She must’ve seen the awards and pictures and stuff in the living room and figured out who’s in the other room. Maybe she needed the money or something.” Zayn shrugs, eyes cast downwards. “And I was just reading through my mentions. And then you came in and I just lost it.”Liam drops Zayn’s chin, brings him in for a tight cuddle.
“You know everything they’re saying isn’t true right? That you are the best person I know and I love you so much.” Zayn nods.
“That’s what people tell me. But if they’re not true, then why do they keep on saying it?”
“Right, that’s it.” Liam gets up, drags Zayn with him. “Go pack some stuff; we’re getting away for the weekend.”
“What? Where?” Liam shrugs.
“I was thinking to just drive until we find someplace interesting. Don’t take your phone or anything that can access the internet.” Zayn still looks unsure, Liam kisses him. “Come on, its spontaneous and romantic and I can spend the whole weekend showing you just how loved you are. Trust me.” Zayn looks up, bites his lip and nods. Liam’s glad to see the colour in his cheeks returning to normal and his eyes drying. Liam wipes the tears tracks off Zayn’s cheeks and smiles his just-for-Zayn smile, the smile that shows how in love Liam actually is with Zayn that it couldn’t possibly be aimed at anyone else.
Liam kisses Zayn one last time before they leave, it shows everything that words couldn’t say.
Title: Like A Caged Bird Part: 5/5 Pairing: Liam/Louis Word count: 3, 855 Ratin NC-17 Warnings:Mature, badly written smut, slavery, rape non con in earlier chapters Summary: For this prompt on the kink meme 'So I read some fic where Zayn was a prince and Liam was a slave but it didn't go as I liked, it was too fluffy and stuff so my prompt: Zayn is the typical prince and he buys Liam to be his newest toy. Liam hates Zayn and hi is a virgin but Zayn doesn't care so he wants to claim Liam against his will but at the last minute he sees Liams tears and can't go through with it. And he decides he wants Liam to be willing. At first he tries to win him with his money like for example sending better food and clothes to his cell but it isn't working... he is desperate and goes to finally talk to Liam and slowly build connection or something and yeah... things happen... :) (Bonus points if Liam has to be tied up most of the time because he tries to run away every chance he gets)' Disclaimer: I own none of these people, I make money from this, and I make no assumptions about the sexuality of people involved A/N: oh my gosh I can't find like the read more or anything on this new layout so I posted this on Ao3 and part five, the final part is up if anyones interested http://archiveofourown.org/works/561033/chapters/1193724
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