#niall horan fluff
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— favorite girl 𐐪𐑂 niall horan
𐐪𐑂 summary -> you accidentally push yourself too far into subspace and soft dom!niall takes over
𐐪𐑂 content -> fem!reader, smut, masturbation [f!receiving], overstimulation, squirting, subspace, toy use, dominant/submissive themes, personal assistant!reader, crybaby!reader, soft dom!niall, daddy kink, praise, casual dominance, lots of pet names [pet, petal, princess], tooth rotting fluff and a bit of domesticity, basically an aftercare fic, 18+ ONLY MDNI
𐐪𐑂 words -> 2.6k
The sexual frustration had been bubbling in your core for as long as you could remember. Niall didn’t mean to neglect you, truly… But with The Voice, and then his album release, and merch, and tour dates bleeding together with festival dates, his schedule had become hectic. And as his assistant, so had your’s. It’s not like you could put ‘dick me down’ into his calendar either.
Well, you could… But you felt that it’d be quite immature. So now here you lay, sprawled across the bed you shared with him, a thick toy plunging into your g spot over and over. You’d lost count of how many times you’d made yourself tip over the edge, each orgasm bleeding together with the last. Tears of overstimulation prickled the corners of your eyes and you were nearly ready to give up.
The problem isn’t that you needed release—clearly that had already happened more than enough. However, no matter how big or thick the toy is, or how many times it plunges into that spot that makes you see stars… Nothing is Niall. Nothing would ever compare to the way that he made you feel, thus you were now bordering along orgasm number six and still weren’t satiated.
Not for lack of trying, however. You’d been at it for the better part of three hours, starting off slow and teasing yourself the way Niall always did, then slowly picking up the pace until you were blindly overstimulating yourself, your hips chasing the toy subconsciously in search of that spark Niall ignited inside you. Unfortunately, it never came. And that’s how you became a mess on the bed.
Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gasped and wheezed for breath. The stimulation of your cunt was beginning to hurt. Slowly bleeding in from pleasure to burning pain. You wanted nothing more than to get away from the overstimulation, but your hips couldn’t help but chase the feeling as you searched for something only Niall could give you.
For a moment, everything stopped. Your leg was lifted in the air, arm beginning to cramp as you continued to shove the toy into your cunt. The world began spinning slower, and your vision slowly faded until it was completely blocked by a milky white cloud of euphoria. Your legs shook violently, your body convulsing as the toy slipped from your hand.
You lay in the middle of the bed, panting quietly as you tried to catch your breath while your body shook atop the comforter. Beneath you was a puddle of your own arousal and sweat, and only when you noticed how wet your body had become did the reality of the situation begin to daunt on you.
You just touched yourself. You just used a toy. You just made yourself cum… Multiple times—all of these without Niall’s permission. You broke so many rules. He’s gonna be so mad at you. Your heart began beating faster in your chest, now out of fear rather than exhaustion. You bolted from the bed, quickly getting yourself cleaned up and into one of his shirts before taking the sheets down to the laundry.
Your legs were unsteady as you walked around the house, and your mind unfocused. Niall would be home soon, and likely expecting dinner on the table the way you’d always had. So, that’s what you did… Or rather, that’s what you attempted to do. Your mind was so fuzzy, and your brain so unfocused that you ended up burning the pasta for your chicken fettuccine. The chicken baked improperly, and ended up tasting rubbery, and the garlic bread was too garlicky.
Nothing came out right, and you were so overwhelmed that by the time Niall was opening the front door, tears had begun spilling over your visage. “Hey Pet. I’m ho…” Niall cut off his own sentence, freezing in his tracks as he saw your state. “Pet? What happened?” He asked, panic and worry laced in his voice.
“I’m sorry” you whined out quietly. “I’m sorry Daddy, I burned dinner. And I messed everything up” you hiccuped out. “I was so bad I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you rushed out, now borderline sobbing.
Niall’s heart cracked, and his arms wrapped around you tightly. “Oh baby, it’s okay” he murmured. “It’s okay, princess. We can just order a pizza, yeah? Daddy’s not mad” he whispered softly, gently stroking your hair. “Not mad at you, jus please stop crying. Hate it when you’re so sad” he frowned softly.
“No, I broke the rules!” You sobbed roughly. Niall’s frown turned to one of confusion now, rather than pure sadness. He rubbed your back gently, pulling back a bit to gaze properly at you.
“What are you on about, Petal?” He hummed gently, squeezing lightly at your hip. He did everything he usually would, working to calm you down so that he could fully understand what was going on and why his girl was so distraught.
You took a deep breath, wheezing a bit as you struggled through your tears. Niall cooed at you in encouragement as you did your breathing techniques. Once you had calmed down, you began to divulge how you'd been so bad, breaking his rules. “I’m sorry, Daddy” you sniffled. “I was so needy and you were so busy. Know ‘s against the rules but I used my toy. Came so many times but it wasn’t the same. Needed you” you whined quietly, knuckling at your eyes. You took another breath, attempting to keep your tears at bay. “Touched myself, used my toy, ‘n made myself cum. Didn’ ask Daddy if I could, that's bad,” you finished. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy… I’ll take whatever punishment you give me” your whispered.
“Oh, Petal…” Niall whispered softly. He pulled you closer, gently running his fingers through your hair. He lifted you then, carrying you to the couch and sitting with you on his lap. He pulled you to his chest, rocking gently with you in his hold to aid you in relaxing. “Daddy’s not been good to you lately, has he?” He asked softly, gently moving your hair away from your face.
You stayed quiet, afraid that he was taunting you after you’d broken so many of his rules. Nervous that he was trying to trap you into making your own punishment worse as he so often did. But you couldn’t handle that right now, you were too soft. Niall, being the oh so attentive and loving dom that he is, recognized that. He saw the unfocused and glossy look in your eyes, the distraction and frustration the moment he stepped into the door and watched you cooking dinner. Only, he didn’t realize how bad it was until you finished explaining what had tipped you to this point.
“‘S okay Pet, you can be honest” he hummed. “Been ignoring you, haven’t given my Princess the proper attention she deserves” he continued on. “Wasn’t a very good Daddy, was I?” He asked gently.
“No, Daddy…” You whispered shyly, gently nosing against his neck in search of more comfort. He squeezed your hip lightly, humming as he held you closer. You sighed in content, closing your eyes as your body fully relaxed against him.
“There’s my girl” he whispered, stroking your hip with his thumb as he felt you become malleable in his hold. “I’m sorry I haven’t been payin’ attention to you, sweetheart. I’ve been so distracted by work. That’s no excuse though, is it?” He asked. The question was rhetorical, and you knew as much when he continued on to answer it on his own. “Should always have time to take care of the prettiest girl in the world” he smiled softly, gently kissing your nose. “I love you, sweet girl. My good girl” he smiled softly.
“Good girl” you echoed quietly, nodding as you held him tighter. He smiled softly, pressing another kiss to your head.
“What do you say we have a bath and then cuddle a bit, hmm?” he asked softly. “I’ll get your hair all done, get you nice and comfortable for bed” he murmured, kissing across your shoulders. “Can order a pizza and put on that show you love so much, that sound good baby?” He asked softly.
“Sounds good, Daddy” you whispered, bobbing your head gently in a nod.
“It’s okay princess, ‘s just Niall now, hmm?” He smiled softly, kissing your head. “Think you’ll be okay if I go and clean up the kitchen?” He asked softly. You nodded once more, and with that he stood. He tucked the throw blanket around your slightly-shivering form and went to the kitchen. He was quick to clean up the mess before coming back to carry you into your shared master bathroom.
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ
Once in the bathroom, Niall set you down on top of the counter. He kissed your head before he turned and ran the water, making sure that it was the right temperature for you. He shot you a charming smile as he went back over to the cabinet you were sitting on top of. “What kind of bubbles do you want, Pet?” He asked softly, planting a gentle kiss to your calf as he kneeled between your legs in front of the cabinet.
“Um…” You hummed softly as you thought, chewing gently on your nails. “The lavender one” you finally decided, looking down at him with a shy smile.
“Take your fingers out of your mouth, beautiful” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your knee as he said it. He was firm in his words, but gentle in his kiss—speaking to you in the way he always did in this state of mind. This way, you knew it was an order, but you also knew he wasn’t mad at you. You murmured a quick apology, pulling your hand away from your mouth. He simply kissed your leg once more, letting you know all was okay before grabbing the lavender bath salts and bubbles.
He stood again, kissing your gently puckered lips and causing a giggle to spill past your lips. The sound was music to his ears, especially after hearing your heartbreaking sobs just minutes ago. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face as he saw your happiness return. “I love you, Pet,” he smiled softly.
“I love you too, NiNi” you whispered. The nickname let him know that you were slowly returning to your usual self, though the fog in your brain hadn’t fully cleared up yet. He turned, pouring the bubbles and salts into the water before returning them back to their rightful place beneath the sink.
Once the bath was full, Niall turned to you. He saw you nod, and knew you wanted him to undress you rather than do it yourself. He smiled in adoration, walking the short distance to you once more. He kissed your head, unable to stop himself from adorning your skin with his gentle lips for what felt like the hundredth time since he got home. Niall was soft as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from your shoulders to leave you bare before helping you out of your underwear. “Do you want me to sit in with you or stay out here, Petal?” He asked you gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at your pretty face.
“In please” you answered softly. And Niall would never say no to you anyway, but with that pretty pout and those wide eyes, he was already a complete goner; unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of himself as he got ready to bathe with you. Once he was bare, he lifted you from the counter and sat in the bath with you in front of him, between his spread legs. When buying a house, Niall had taken into consideration your love for baths after he fucked you into oblivion—and right now he was thankful he remembered so as the two of you sat comfortably in the hot water.
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The bathing part of your bath was over quickly, washing you off always being the first thing Niall did. He noticed how sweaty your body had become from your overstimulation earlier on through the thin cotton of his white shirt you wore—thusly, he washed your hair for you as well. Even with Niall washing your hair, and cleaning your body of your sticky arousal and multiple orgasms, the bathing was over within fifteen minutes.
Your body still wasn’t fully calmed down by then, and therefore when Niall asked if you were ready to get out yet, you simply whined in protest. It had now been at least forty minutes since Niall had put the two of you in the bath. The water had begun to cool, slowly losing its relaxing aura the colder the water became. This time when Niall asked you if you were ready to exit, you nodded sleepily and yawned quietly.
Niall gently moved you, climbing out first and wrapping a towel around his hips. He unplugged the bath, grabbing your fluffy towel and lifting you from the water, wrapping it around your body. “Want me to brush your teeth for you, Princess?” He hummed softly.
“No, I can do it” you nodded softly, smiling at him. “Thank you, Ni” you murmured. He smiled, kissing your nose as he grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste for you. He let you know that he was going to get new sheets on the bed while you brushed, and you nodded in reply. While Niall made the bed, you brushed your teeth and got your skincare done. By the time you were walking out of the bathroom, Niall was putting the pillows back on the bed.
“Hi, pretty girl” he smiled softly, walking over to you. He wore sweatpants now, foregoing a shirt as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Feelin’ better now?” He asked softly.
“Yeah, Ni” you whispered, nodding softly. You puckered your lips once more, and he obliged your silent request, leaning down and kissing you softly. “I love you” you whispered as the two of you pulled back.
“I love you, Petal” he echoed, kissing your head. “Let’s get you comfortable, hmm?” He smiled, carrying you over to the bed. He sat you down, going to your drawers to grab panties and one of his white t-shirts. He gently put them on you, helping you to put lotion on before detangling your hair.
He finished getting you ready for bed and got you beneath the covers, climbing in with you and pulling you close. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote, handing it to you. “Thanks, Ni” you whispered, turning on the TV and flicking to your favorite show as he took out his phone to order a pizza.
“Food’s on the way, baby” he murmured after a while, kissing your temple.
“You’re so good to me, Ni” you whispered softly, gazing up at him from where you were cuddled into his side.
“Only the best for my favorite girl” he smiled softly, kissing your nose gently.
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Empty As A Bottle Of Wine
Summary : niall gets home from tour. you’ve missed each other incredibly.
TW : cockwarming
Word Count : 2k
GIF : @horansqueen
you were pouring your fifth? sixth? cup of coffee as the chime on your clock went off. you looked over at the time, showing it was 4am.
it seemed a bit ridiculous really, waiting up so late. after niall’s show last night, he jetted off to your place for his 2 week break. he would be exhausted and seeing as you’ve lost count of the amount of coffees you drank, you’re pretty tired too. but honestly, nobody would be able to sleep knowing he was finally on his way. this was by far the longest stretch away since you two met and you’re more than ready to feel his touch again.
you weren’t in an official relationship yet, both too busy flirting and lusting to make a serious move. it was both your faults really. you weren’t sure that you were ready for the incredibly grandiose life change that would come with publicly dating niall. and him, well, you weren’t quite sure why he never made the move, but you do know he had been burned bad in the past.
long nights were spent listening to him pour his heart out about how the others never got him, had a hard time being thrusted into celebrity status, and just had difficulty adjusting to his hectic schedule. you can imagine it being difficult not knowing where in the world your boyfriend was, but isn’t that why they made cell phones anyway? communication works both ways.
as niall steps into the house, he immediately smells the fresh coffee. he chuckles to himself, thinking that you set the timer on the machine before going to sleep, so that he could have a warm drink after his long night. he drops his bags at the door, not caring about getting them much further than the entrance. he runs his hand through his hair as he rounds the corner into your kitchen. it’s fairly dimly lit, just a few candles spread out and some soft lighting, seeping in from the living room. he notices you perched on the counter, coffee mug in hand as you’re taking a sip.
it takes him a moment, through bleary, sleep deprived eyes, to notice that you’re there, awake. “hey nialler”, you speak quietly, with a small smile on your face. he lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he makes his way over to you. he wordlessly wraps you up in his arms, tucking his face in your neck. he squeezes you tightly, breathing in your sweet scent. a mix of your honey scented shampoo, lavender body wash, plus the lingering coffee and it’s just so you. he holds you tighter, afraid that you might slip away if he lets go of you.
your arms are wrapped around his body, one hand snaking into his hair, holding him close to you. you’ve been strong the last few months, keeping yourself busy. the less you think of him, the less you can miss him. but now that he’s here, his arms wrapping your tiny frame, you realize just how terribly hard this time away from him has been. he’s your security blanket. his body wrapping yours up, his scent, his soft hair, it’s everything you didn’t know just how badly you needed.
you gently leave traces of kisses over his shoulder, giving his hair a little tug. he looks up at you, his eyes a little red, with the remnants of tears in them.
you look at him a bit confused, running the pads of your thumbs under his eyes to collect any bits of tear drops left behind.
“what’s wrong ni ? this is a happy moment, isn’t it?” you ask quietly, pecking the tip of his nose.
he lets out a little breathy chuckle, shaking his head, “ it’s the happiest moment,” he sighs contently. “hello my beautiful girl,” he mumbles, softly pressing his lips to yours.
you return the kiss, slotting your lips with his, letting them drag together lightly. you both try to convey just how much you missed each other, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.
you both pull apart, giving his bottom lip an extra little suck as you rest your forehead against his. “seriously ni, why the teary eyes?” you ask again.
he huffs a little bit of air, his hand coming up to cup your jaw as his thumb strokes your cheek. “i think it’s all just crashing hard. didn’t realize how much i missed ya, petal. how much this feels more like home than any of my actual houses”, he chuckles. “i’m so sorry i was gone so long, i promise it’ll never be like that again,” he mumbles, eyes locking with yours.
you can feel how much power he’s trying to put behind those words. how much he wishes it were true. but you both knew that neither of you had control over his schedule.
your hands cup his jaw, thumbs rubbing his cheeks as you give him a small smile. your hands trail down his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms. you give his hands a squeeze as you lock eyes with him again. “ni, don’t make promises you can’t keep. this was honestly harder than i thought it was gonna be, and i really don’t wanna bring my hopes up,” you murmur. “and fuck, also, please don’t ever apologize for doing what you love,” you add with a little more vigour.
you decided long ago that no matter what would happen with niall, you would never get in the way of him doing what he loves.
he pulls you into him, squeezing you tightly again, a lump forming in his throat. he realizes in that moment, that he had been so focused on not letting this become something that could potentially break his heart, that he had been breaking it himself. he knew what kind of girl you were, he knew that you were exponentially different than the others, and hearing you say those words broke him.
“i’m keeping my promise,” he whispers into your neck. “i’ll fly you around the world if i have to, we are never going 3 months without seeing each other again. that’s a fucking promise, petal.”
he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand gripping the back of your head to keep you as close as possible.
this kiss felt different. you knew it in your heart, there was no going back. a silent agreement that this was it. you were both going to let this happen, you simply couldn’t stop it anymore.
he grips you under your legs, hoisting you up into his arms, carrying you upstairs. he nibbled on your neck the entire way, peaking over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t bumping into anything.
he laid you down on the bed, getting on top of you, kissing you deeply. your hands ran down his back, slipped under his shirt and rubbed over his smooth skin. you felt shivers trailing behind your fingers, making you smile softly into the kiss.
he breaks away from your lips, rolling onto his side next to you, pulling you into him, his fingers scratching lightly at your scalp, face buried into your hair. you grip his hip, pulling him infinitely closer to you, making him chuckle lightly, “the sun’s coming up love, and as much as i want this, m’fucking exhausted. and m’sure you are too. how about a little nap now and later i’ll wake ya up with my mouth on you?”
you whimper, throwing your leg over his waist, digging your heel into his ass, needing him so badly. needing the closeness and the intimacy you’ve been so intensely craving over the last few months.
he chuckles again, this time a little more breathily, his cock twitching at being pressed up against your heat for the first time in so long. “not tired darling?” he hums.
“m’exhausted,” you mumble. “but i need to feel you close ni.”
he hums, nodding his head, understanding how you feel. tonight is so so different for both of you. you can feel the shift of lusty flirting and needy sex to the strong passionate need you both have for each other. the kind of love where all your insecurities don’t matter because you have each other.
he taps your arm lightly, sitting himself up in bed, “got an idea pet,” he smiles, taking all of his clothes off and getting under the blankets. “join me?”
you look at him questioningly, shimmying your clothes off. you weren’t about to say no, but still, “thought you were too tired?”
“m’not fuckin ya yet,” he chuckles. “but i want to feel close too. are ya wet petal?” he hums against your ear as you slip under the blankets as well.
you whimper again, closing your eyes. you absolutely loved when he called you petal. he smiles knowingly, his mouth and fingers lightly trailing over your skin. from your jaw to your neck, down your shoulders and in the valley of your breasts. he pauses his mission for a moment, giving some attention to your left nipple while his fingers work at your right one. he sucks gently, leaving little nips, watching your head fall back, letting out a breathy moan, “missed your mouth on me.”
you grip his hair, tugging a bit at the roots, making a mental note to ask him to keep growing it a tiny bit. the thickness of his locks with the current swoopy look was enough to get you going.
he smirked up at you, pulling away from your chest. he kisses you again, nibbling on your bottom lip, “hmm love kissing you. it’s fucking intoxicating.”
you moan against his mouth as his fingers start gently swiping over your slit. he’s not using any pressure, letting his fingers slowly swirl around your opening, collecting your wetness.
“missed me love?” he hums, making you nod your head. “think you’re wet enough” he adds, pulling his fingers away. you whine at the loss, until he grips your thigh, pulling you flush to him.
you’re both facing each other, laying on your sides, your leg thrown over his waist, his semi hard cock pressing against you.
he kisses you again, having missed the feel of your lips so badly. he reaches around you to grip his cock, pressing the head against you, making you moan into his mouth, your hips bucking instinctively to feel more of him.
he slowly bottoms out, his cock fully settled inside you. your head is spinning at the feel of him. you had used some toys while he was away, but nothing compares to the warm feeling of real flesh inside you.
you’re seeing stars, gripping onto him tightly as he grunts out, “fuck, petal, i can feel you throbbing.”
you breathe heavily, digging your face into his neck, so overwhelmed with emotion that you start trembling lightly.
niall rubs your back soothingly, his cock buried deep inside you, staying completely still, murmuring in your ear, “s’just me love. m’right here with you - fuck, you’re so warm,” he breathes out. “does it feel good pet? you’re trembling.”
you breathe out a whiny moan into his neck. “christ niall, i can’t stop squeezing around you. s’so so good. so close to you ni, s’fucking good” you babble, your head a little fuzzy.
“i feel you love,” he hums. “m’not going anywhere. can sleep like this, yeah ? stay nice and close.”
you nod, loving being so full. full of him. he’s here, he’s back, and you’re not sure what the next step is, but you know you’re taking it with him and that’s good enough.
you slowly drift off to sleep, niall humming a soft tune, so incredibly excited to spend the next couple weeks with each other.
Part 2
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Overboard - N. Horan Blurb
note: damn it feels good to be a gangster writing again holy moly does anybody still follow this account?
summary: niall goes overboard for your birthday this year. (inspired by a similar event that happened for my actual birthday a couple of weeks ago).
pairing: niall x gn!reader
warnings: none
wc: 507
“Hello there lover, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Niall’s voice was extra chipper when answering your phone call. The stares and whispers around the office all in credit to your (normally spacious) desktop being dwarfed by edible arrangements, extravagant floral displays, foil balloons, teddy bears, and small white note cards all with a single culprit’s signature printed at the bottom; each new thing pointed out by one of your colleagues makes the growing heat behind your cheeks that much hotter.
It’s safe to say your husband’s tone isn’t due to his morning cup of tea.
“Niall, what the hell?” You demand in a hiss.
“Woah, woah! What’s with the use of my government name? Where’s this sudden aggression coming from?” He’s playing coy, but all you can hear through the phone is how big his smile is growing.
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Did he want to play coy? You could play the part just as well. He’s quiet and it's obvious that you’ve cornered him in his own trap.
“Just tell me, do you like the roses or lilies better? Because I was fightin’ day and night with myself on what to surprise you with.” His accent grows thicker in his question, and it leaves you frozen with the exception of a few hard blinks.
“So instead of choosing one flower, you decided to open a whole gift shop on my desk at work?” You pluck one of the plush toys teetering on the corner and cringe at the high voice that emanates from it. “I love you bear-y much!”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You sigh with a shake of your head. At this point, you were finding it hard to keep your smile at bay. Each new detail you noticed encouraged the knots in your stomach to tighten and your love for the man on the phone to grow fonder.
“Who’re you telling? I didn’t know that thing talked!” Niall is now astonished by how he’d outdone himself.
“Just promise me this is all I’ll be getting today. I don’t think I can handle any more attention.” You plead.
“Well…” he starts.
“Niall…” your tone is on the fence of a warning, cueing his cheeky laugh to finally break free from his throat.
“I promise, I promise. No more surprises.” The reassurance he offers you is short-lived, though. Because the next thing you know…
“Is there a Y/N Y/L/N here?” A group of smiling patrons enters the building and is directed to you. As they march closer to where you are sitting, you can faintly make out the lettering on their shirts to be the uniform of a singing telegram service.
“Niall…” There is no room for mercy in your voice now. Your husband clears his throat.
“I should let you go, it sounds important. See you later, lover!” The phone call ends with a click and your mouth is agape as the choir proceeds into an extravagant rock ballad you would be scolding Niall for seeking out later.
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BOYFRIEND NIALL INSTAS PLZ SARAH!!!
Hiii babes!! I haven’t done bf Niall in a long ass time so I hope you enjoy these, they are hella random😂💖
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Tiktok Live
One where Tiktok betrays Niall, the millenial.
a/n: This is my first time writing fanfiction (idk if I'll ever do it again lol). I saw a tiktok of him fighting the filters and found it funny.
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"How do I turn this shit off"
You walk into the room seeing Niall squinting at his screen, a disapproving look on his face. Unbeknownst to his situation, you pout your lips and lean against the door frame, examining his frustrated demeanor.
He shakes his head, "This is ridiculous."
You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head in question as he looks up from the screen. Niall lets out a puff of breath, making eye contact with you and immediately mouthing a, help me. You bite your lip to hold back your laughter as you realize he's live on tiktok for Meltdown promo.
"Pleeease, come onnn guys" He shakes his head in a disapproving way, begging the fans to cut him a break, only increasing the volume of the gifts, and thus filters.
You roll your eyes, smiling, as you head out of the room, taking a glance back at him. A small frown is set on his face as he plays with the ends of his hair. Trying to read the comments, a flower crown appears on him, once again adding to his frustration.
You hear Niall sigh, remorse flowing through his veins of even thinking about doing a tiktok live (and you know his publicist, Jen, will 100% be making him do more). In an attempt to ignore the filters, or perhaps to show the fans his supposed "carelessness," he starts talking about Meltdown, putting himself back on track towards the purpose of the live.
"Yeah the idea of the song came from- look at this fucking thing!" He exclaims, once again distracted by a filter, this time a cowboy hat. Exasperated by his fan's antics, you see him actually tilting the phone away from his face, hiding, from the filters while he attempts to act nonchalant talking about the song. You clasp a hand over your mouth to hide your amusement, taking quite the piss out of his frustration, but your body shakes in laughter.
"Are you lau- Stop laughing at me" You act shocked at his confrontation and turn away from him, bending over your knees as you try to catch your breath, now audibly giggling. Niall's eyes fall to the comments as the fans realize the humorous exchange between him and his girlfriend.
"See her being no help at all." Sarcastically he lets out a sigh, "So mean she is, really." Rolling his eyes, he too finally gives in and indulges in the fun of it, snickering at himself.
"Yeh take your pictures, have your fun." He says, framing his face with his free hand.
After posing for a few seconds, Niall decides they've seen enough. "Alright I'm out, thank you for all the love and support on the new single, save it, stream it, tell all your mates. Umm I'll be in touch, thanks for everything. See you soon." He blows a kiss to the screen, "love you lovers," then takes a moment to end the live.
You push yourself back up, walking towards him.
The phone falls from his grasp onto the surface of the table, his head dropping into his hands as he lets out a deep breath.
"God almighty, I'm never doing that again.."
"Really? Personally, I think the 'grandpa from Up' glasses suit you very well" You say with a smirk, only half-joking, while he glares at you, clearly unimpressed.
"Hmmph." He brushes past you, retreating into yours and Niall's bedroom.
You pout. "Oh come on, I was only joking....don't have a meltdown over this."
A load groan comes from the bedroom, making you burst out in laughter again.
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Niall fluff PLS
dad niall pulling out his dad skills on his wife
Squeezing the water out of your hair, you swung open the glass door and stepped out of the shower, onto the soft, white rug in front of the door. You grabbed your towel on the hook against the wall and wrapped it around your shoulders. Your husband stood in front of his sink on his side of the bathroom counter, washing his face. You looked up at him once you heard his thick, Irish accent echoing throughout the bathroom.
“Baby, why are ya bleedin’?” he asked frantically, ignoring the foamy face wash dripping down his neck.
You looked down at where he was staring and saw a small cut just below your kneecap, blood pooling at the opening and leisurely trickling down your leg, reminding you of your mistake a few minutes ago, “Oh, I accidentally cut myself with my razor.”
“Ya got yourself good didntcha?” he asked before preceding to aggressively rub the soap into his face.
“Yeah, it hurt so bad,” you replied while drying off your body, avoiding wiping the blood on the towel.
“Gimme a sec and I'll help ya” he hummed before splashing his face with water, washing away the soap.
"I'm okay," you giggled at him, heart swelling at how sweet he was to you.
While you squeezed the water out of your hair with the towel before wrapping it around your body, Niall patted his face dry with a washcloth before bending down and grabbing a bandaid out from the bottom drawer.
"Niall, I don't need a bandaid, it's just a little cut," you protested but he didn't listen. It was like he never heard you in the first place.
After grabbing a tissue, he walked over to you, crouched down, and was now face-to-face with your wound.
"Niall," you giggled at him, looking down at watching him.
"My poor baby," he pouted, pressing a sweet kiss to your kneecap.
He wiped away the blood with a tissue before quickly sticking the bandaid against your cut. He pressed a kiss over the bandaid before standing back up with a popping sound from his knees and throwing away the wrappers.
"All better. I even kissed your boo-boo," he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist covered by the damp towel.
"You're so dramatic," you giggled at him.
He gave you a peck on the lips before replying, "Am not. My girl is crippled. Can't walk now, can she?"
He knew you were right, but he just liked seeing you grin.
"C'mere, baby girl," he grunted, picking you up bridal style, "I've gotcha."
"Becoming a dad to a toddler has got you all babyie," you giggled.
"That's not a word," he replied with a chuckle.
He walked into your shared bedroom, gently setting you down on your bed while you squealed, "Niall, I'm not even dressed yet, I'm still wet."
"Two of my favorite versions of you," he smirked, punching his eyebrows up at you, "Naked and wet."
"Oh my gosh, stop," you giggled, immediately getting off of the bed, "You're gonna get my side of the bed wet and then I'm gonna have to sleep in the guest bedroom."
"Look whose bein' dramatic now," he teased.
"You don't get me naked or wet now!" you teased back before storming back into the bathroom.
"Wha-Y/N, c'mon!"
You couldn't help but giggle.
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i cant figure out if i think this idea is cringy or cute lol lmk what you all think
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This Is The Voice
a/n: everyone needs some more Niall
summary: you're the mega mentor, and Niall doesn't know that
“This is the last knockouts ill ever get to coach and im really excited because our mega mentor this season is one of the greatest singers and people of all time.”
“Shes a legend in the industry.”
“She is an EGOT”
“So the mega mentor this season is……… Y/N L/N! Or Horan to Niall”
BLAKE
“Well this like a full circle moment for me. You were here as Adams advisor in the first season and now you are mega mentor in my last season.” blake looked down at 29 year old you who was reminiscing. “What does that say about our relationship.”
“That whenever you're here I lose.” you laughed at him as he shook his head. “You let yourself lose to an 18 year old Blake.” his eyes widdend at that, “Oh man, i forgot you were only 18. I feel so old. And now your married too.” he shook his not wanting to think about it any more.
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KELLY
“You still havent seen Niall yet?” Kelly and you had a moment to chat before the artist came in. “no and I feel so bad. I've been super slow on my answers to his text. I just want to hold him.”
I've know Y/N since she was around 18, we got to perform together in Vegas almost 12 years ago.
“Im so glad it's Blake’s last season. Hes just had a very good vibe.” Kelly filled you on some behind the scenes.
“Oh thats good, he really can be a pain sometimes.
And I've also been able to work with her and tour with her and learn from her. Shes so young and has taught a lot of artist with singing and being on stage. I love that all these artist are gonna get that same experience today.
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CHANCE
There was a knock on your dressing room door and you opened it to see Chance. “Y/N!” He cheered as he opened his arms up for a hug. You laughed and thanks the heavens you werent wearing heavy makeup as he was wearing white.
Y/N… shes a legend in the industry. Grammy award winning artist.
“And when was the last time i saw you?” you laughed at his question. “Probably Grammy’s 2020…?” he shook his head, “how could i foget miss album of the year.
Her being a top tier artist for so long and having so many experiences is something that we could all grow from.
After Chance had run down his artist for you, you waited for them to come in and laughed at whispers you heard. “Well hello there, I love your hair.” you told Nariella whose hair was similar to your ginger colour. “I actually got the idea from you.” you both laughed and whispered an ‘i like you already’.
I just think its so amazing for her to be here and represent black women and girls. Shes definitely someone i look up to.
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NIALL
It was finally time to see your love. Niall was supposed to be meeting Riley… but you didnt let that happen. You were facing the camera, your back facing the direction Niall would walk through.
“Riley Tate-”
You turned around at the sound of his voice and he immediately stopped talking. “Hi love.” you were smiling so hard at his reaction to seeing you before he scooped you up in a hug and twirled youn around.
“Why are you here- wait. Your da mega mentor?” his accent was thicker because of the surprise and you loved it.
I mean to work with Y/N L/N the queen of pop… im getting goose bumps thinking about it now, its just amazing being in her presence
Thats your wife Niall
Say it again
“Well now that your here i was going to ask you if you wanted to come to a golf course with me.” Niall had his head on her shoulder and he could feel the laugh that came from her at his words.
Shes an absolute legend, and she teaches me something everyday, i cant wait for her to teach my team.
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“Alright love, Gina, shes really shy, reminds me of you when you came to write for the band.”
Niall laughed his beautiful laugh as you hid your face in your hands. “Don't remind me.”
“You might have to tell her to speak up.” you nodded at the information and were ready to see her. “And then she sings, and a different person comes out, a lot like you.” you cooed at his comparison seeing how much Gina meant to Niall.
“Now Kates kinda got the jazzy, Amy Winehouse-y vibe.” you ‘oo’ed’ at the information. “Lets see what they got.”
You watched as they walked around the corner and saw them subtly freak out at seeing you. You got up from your seat with the help of Niall(not that you needed it but he always held his hand out for you).
“Look who ive got!” Niall cheered from behind you as the girls gave you hugs.
I saw the ginger hair and Niall leaning on her and was like- please… ITS Y/N”
“How are you?” you asked hugging them both.
I was not expecting Y/N to be in the room with Niall. I was very starstruck.”
“Im gonna sing ‘somebody that i used to know’,” Gina shared her song and you marvelled at the softness of her voice. “Im very close to my dad, and he was a DJ and that was a song he always loved.”
“Thats beautiful Gina truly.”
Listening too her sing brought chills to your skin.
You cheered as she finished and let Niall say what you know hes been holding in. “And that sass that youve got this week.” Niall admired with a little laugh. “Really?” you loved how she went from this marvellous singer to this soft spoken girl. “I wasnt expecting that.” Gina thanked Niall before she looked at you and you shook your head.
“You gave me chills seriously, the only thing is ‘for lack of better wording’ understanding your words.” you watched as she took the advice and applauded her silently knowing if you were in her possician you would have certainly started crying.
“Yeah keep those words separate. Its very easy to go-” and you watched as he broke off his words in example. “You know what I mean. So give your self a bit of space.”
“I like that bub. I like that a lot.”
You listened to him sing the words slowly and closed you eyes in sereness. “That staccato.” you pitched in. “her first audition to right now,” he looked at you threading his fingers with yours, “completley diffrent person.” you laughed softly squeezing his had. “I was just like you when i started, you can ask him.” he kissed your temple lightly in admiration, “she still is. Cant give her a compliment without her hiding away. Huh, beautiful?” you did as he knew you would and tucked your face into his neck. “See.”
You turned your head to watch Gina and Kate play fight as theu swapped places. “I really wish you guys liked each other.” you joked sitting up properly. “I know so much hatred in here.” Niall joked back with you adjusting in his seat. “Its just awful.” Niall lost it, throwing his head back in laughter, letting you hear his laugh again. That would always be your favourite song.
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“Ooh we've got a guitar.” you saw the shaped guitar and immediately fell in love. “Its my baby.” Kate spoke. “Gonna have to get me self one just like that,” you all laughed before Niall looked at the gap between your seats and pulled your seat closer to his. You grabbed his hand and kissed it before looking back up at Kate. “what song are gonna sing love.” you asked as Niall sat back in his seat. “Im singing ‘Call Me’ by Blondie.”
“Oh lets hear it.”
Kate had the stage presence of a lifetime. “Very good!” you clapped proudly. “Thank you.” you smiled as Niall began to speak. “My favourite parts are when its chilled.” You agreed with him softly as he continued to speak. “Dont stay with the-” Niall sang in a high pitch for example and you nodde your head. “Towards the end it gets a bit crashy for me. I wonder if there's a way of toning it down?” he looked to you for advice. “Tone down the crashing for more like ‘TOMS’ or something like that?” you offered and he took it. “Yeah so we can offer some more jazziness.” he agreed while drumming in the air, “you wanna come back up Gina?” You smiled widely hearing the softness and joy in his voice when he talked to her. “Im thrilled to pieces. I asked a really close friend of mine when were younger, who is now very successful, what is the best piece of advice you can give me. He said ‘have fun’. So i hope your having fun and getting to meet people that youll remain friends with forever.”
You watched Gina and Kate turn to each other and you hugged yourself. “Awwe that makes me so happy.” Niall grabbed your hand and held it in the air. “And one day you might marry them.” you all laughed before Niall spoke up again. “You're the best ladies.” you watched as they walked away and Niall rested his head on shoulder again. “I love you. You're amazing.”
“I love you too Ni.”
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Please write another Niall smutty oneshot pleasesssee
peaky blinders
summary: niall and y/n get into bed after watching hours of netflix.
warnings: coarse language, smut, fingering (f receiving)
pairing: niall horan x fem!reader
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Y/N rubbed her right eye as she entered hers and Niall’s bedroom, softly shutting the door behind her. She was all warm and sleepy now, laughing a little when she saw Niall already in bed with that stupid guitar of his on his lap and his fingers picking at the strings gently. The lights were already off and the only source of light in the room was the tall lamp in the corner. It only made her want to get into bed more.
“D’you think that maybe I could replace that guitar’s spot, huh?” She joked and leaned in, giving Niall a chaste kiss on the lips. He hummed and placed a hand on her hip before she could pull away, placing his guitar down on the empty spot of the bed beside him and pulling Y/N down onto his lap. She was smiling brightly now, giving him a longer, more satisfying kiss.
“Do you think I could’ve played instead of Cillian Murphy?” He then asked out of the blue and Y/N laughed. They had just finished watching the entirety of Peaky Blinders on Netflix. Y/N hummed, still smiling, and gave him another quick kiss before replying.
“Sure.”
“Mm, I knew it.” He said proudly and Y/N rolled her eyes and moved off his lap to take his guitar off the bed, instead placing it down on the floor and resting the neck of it against the mattress. She then lied down and so did Niall, both of them getting comfy under the covers. Like clockwork, Y/N moved over to snuggle into Niall’s warm body, humming softly, and Niall draped his arm over her waist.
She tilted her head upwards to press her lips against his once more, and the kiss slowly turned into them making out. It was soft and slow, just perfect for the mood she was in. She’d make soft little sounds into his mouth and it was driving him crazy, his hands starting to wander because he couldn’t help it. He ran his hand up and down her side gently, slipping the tips of his fingers underneath her shirt to feel her skin. He could feel goosebumps rising and her hand being placed on the back of his neck, keeping him pressed against her.
She sighed into his mouth when he started toying with the waistband of her pajamas, gently slipping his hand down them. She pulled away from the kiss for a second to catch her breath, a moan bubbling from her throat when he gently started rubbing her over her panties. She gripped the hairs at the nape of his neck softly, pressing her forehead against his as she moaned and gasped against his lips.
He smiled a little and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, taking away the pressure he had against her, making her huff. Her frustration quickly melted away though when he slid his hand into her panties, pressing the pad of his middle finger against her now throbbing clit, rubbing in slow circles.
“Yeah.” She said breathily.
“Yeah?” He chuckled softly, kissing her once more.
He moved his finger downwards a little, teasing her before moving back up, continuing to rub her gently. She was starting to get wet from the feeling, feeling arousal starting to swirl in the pit of her stomach. She was whimpering softly into his mouth while he slid his tongue against hers and teased her with his fingers.
“More, c’mon.” She groaned and he didn’t put up a fight, gently easing a finger into her weepy hole. She dug her nails into his skin, moaning softly in satisfaction as he gently fucked it in and out of her.
“Better?”
“Much.”
“Wanna make you come on my fingers.” He murmured, glancing down beneath the duvet to see his hand tucked into her pajamas, “Make them all messy, then I’ll clean you up. Make you make another mess on my tongue before that.”
a/n: sorry if it’s a tad short! hope it was okay though :) i also have no idea what happened in peaky blinders i just find cillian murphy sexy
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I have a request, if you would write about it! If it's too sad then it's totally okay! My request is something like Y/N comes home after a super stressful day at work, she's a waitress/public servant, she's been shouted at by customers, had food thrown at her, just been the worst day possible, she comes home and throws her bag and keys/phone at the wall and just collapses on the floor into tears and starts to have a panic attack, she doesn't know Niall's home yet and he comes round the corner after hearing the noise and just comforts her and manages to get her through her panic attack and it turns into a snuggle fest😭 you're doing god's work for us Niall girlies, thank you for writing about him❤️ again if this is too uncomfortable I totally understand!
KISSES FOR YOU ANON. Thank you for requesting him🥹 This is definitely fine for me to write! I have quite a bit of a background with these kinds of things. I worked fast food for two years and I still work in customer service. It is soooooo not a cake walk. I hope this is close to what you asked for! I kind of wrote this based off of one of my worst nights at my restaurant.
Meltdown
Niall Horan x reader
Summary- Y/N has a panic attack after a horrible night at work and Niall helps her through it.
Songs used- Meltdown by Niall Horan
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“Y/N, really! Clean yourself up and get back to work! If you’re not sick, you can work!”
I let out a sigh and hold back my tears as I nod, turning away from my manager.
Tonight had not been my night. What had started off as a decent 12 hour shift had turned into one of the worst nights of my life. I had been cursed at several times, a beverage was thrown on me and I just had a child throw up on me.
I sniffle and head to the bathroom to clean up, trying to hold back from throwing up myself. I take my time to clean up, trying to take deep breaths and calm down, remembering what my boyfriend had said. His smile always made my heart flutter, especially when he would talk about something he had planned.
I head out of the bathroom and I’m motioned over to a table not in my section by a man who seemed angry.
“What can I do for you, sir?”
His eyebrows furrow and he begins to shout at me.
“This is the third time my steak has been cooked wrong! Can’t you people do anything right?! I asked for it medium, this is rare!”
I bow my head and apologize multiple times.
“I’m so sorry about that sir! I’ll have your server put in for another and make sure that it is correct.”
The man shakes his head and rises from the table before turning to me.
“No, I want you to go fix this now! And I’m not gonna pay for my meal! If you can’t do that, then I want to speak to your manager! I’ll have your job!”
Biting back my tears, I nod and run off from the table with another bow. I quickly make my way through the restaurant and push the door open to the back, rushing behind it as quick as possible.
I hurry past the other staff in the kitchen and I reach the office, where my manager was waiting.
“Y/N, I really don’t know what’s going on with you today. We’ve gotten multiple complaints about you and that’s just not acceptable. Go home, the store owner will be calling you regarding your place here.”
Tears begin to swell and my eyes and I try to fight back.
“Mr. Adams-.”
He shakes his head and sighs.
“Just go home. You’ve done enough for tonight.”
I nod and wipe my tears as I grab my bag from the break area, clock out and head out to my car. As soon as I get going, the tears start to fall. I somehow manage to get home, despite my blurry vision, and I pull into the empty driveway. Without another thought, I get out, locking my car before I head inside.
I unlock the door and go inside, immediately kicking off my shoes, before closing the door and collapsing against it, letting a loud cry out. I throw my phone and my purse at the wall across from me, letting out another loud cry and a scream of frustration.
I bury my head in my hands, thoughts running through my head only causing me to cry harder. I let out a pained cough and I jump when I feel something touch my arm.
I look up to see my boyfriend, Niall, with a worried expression on his face. He crouched down to my level and places a hand on my shoulder.
“Petal, I thought you had to work late? What are you doing home?”
I can’t seem to find the words and I can only cry more, my breathing uneven as I sink deeper into what I now realized was a panic attack.
I felt so useless… Like I couldn’t do anything right. I’ve always been hardworking and I always tried my very best… Was it just not enough for anyone?
Niall sits down and pulls me into his lap, cradling me in his arms and he softly sings to me as he rocks me.
When it all melts down I'll be there
Talkin' to yourself in the bathroom
Losin' your mind in the mirror like you have to
Ooh, Ooh
Screamin' in your car in the driveway
Spinnin' out think your life's going sideways
Ooh,Ooh
One broken glass turns to total collapse
Just know this too shall pass
I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now
Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
When it all melts down I'll be there
Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
When it all melts down I'll be there
I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now
He continues to rock me back and forth, whispering to me and placing little kisses on my forehead.
“Niall?”
He hums softly and he looks into my eyes.
“I smell like vomit…”
He lets out a small chuckle and squeezes me tight.
“How about we fix that? A nice bath? Maybe some Chinese or Pizza? I bought more of your favorite Seagram’s when I bought groceries.”
I look up at him and I start to tear up again. I grab at his shirt, tears falling down my cheeks.
“Don’t leave? Take a bath with me?”
He smiles and nods.
“Bath then cuddles? And Kitchen Nightmares.”
He places a small kiss on my lips before he kisses my cheeks with a smile. He slowly stands up and he carries me upstairs, continuing to whisper everything I needed to hear. He never asked, but he was there… And that was all I needed in the end.
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I hope that was okay lovely! I honestly do love writing for Niall and he needs as much love as possible😭
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CAN YOU PLEASE DO ROUGH DOM NIALL. i’m actually begging. maybe the reader acts up on purpose for attention because niall is busy with his new album and he has to put her in her place 🫢 btw i love ur work, your like my fav author on this app xx
pls ur gonna make me cry :’) thank u angel ♡
content: mean dom!niall, fem!reader, brat!reader, edging, cumplay, impact play (flogging, slapping), spitting, humiliation, degradation, tummy bulge, creampie, breeding kink, lots of pet names, dominant/submissive themes, no aftercare written but it happens!, THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I’M SO SORRY BAE DODOWNEN, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI !
you’re grumpy—and you have been for the last week and a half. had niall been paying any attention to you at all, he’d have realized as such earlier. however, he is deep into the finalization stage of his new album. you’re proud of him—more than proud of him. niall turns your world that much is obvious. you praise any and everything he does. so of course you’re overjoyed he has a new album coming, and so proud of all his hard work.
you just can’t help but feel a little… jealous? neglected? you’re not a hundred percent sure exactly what you would call it in truth. it feels like a big dark cloud of grump is sitting above your head and you can’t do anything about it. niall is your boyfriend, the love of your life… but first and foremost he is your dominant. he keeps you in check, makes sure you’re always on track, and fucks you into oblivion every night.
the problem is that with his new album, he hadn’t fucked you in almost two weeks. to go from having sex every day—multiple times a day—to none at all for a whole two weeks was really taking a toll on you. it’s niall’s own fault, anyway—your sex drive wasn’t nearly this high before you’d met him. you don’t realize that your sexual frustration is building up until you’re already on the brink of an explosion. waking up in the morning with only one thing on your to-do list: be the biggest brat known to mankind.
unbeknownst to you, niall had taken the day off. he realized that he was neglecting you a bit—it’d been too long since he saw your pretty face when you were awake. you’re surprised to see niall still laying in bed beside you, sleeping peacefully when your eyes flutter open. you look to the bedside table and read the numbers on the alarm clock before pushing his shoulder.
niall wakes with a grunt, gasping a bit as he turns to look at you. “wha’s a’matter?” he mumbles tiredly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“you’re late” you mumble grumpily as you move to get out of bed. “wouldn’t wanna keep the love of your life waiting” you slightly grumble as you walk to the bathroom.
“love of my life? what’re you on about, pet? you’re right here” he chuckles softly, shaking his head as he sits up. “come back to bed, i took the day off. wanna cuddle.”
your heart flutters at the statement, nearly blowing the grump-cloud away, but it’s already hard-set on remaining there for the rest of the day. “i can’t i have things to do.” you say simply as you move to walk downstairs.
niall frowns a bit, clambering out of bed to follow you. “hey wait a second, where are you going?” he asks. you’re never out of bed this quick—even if you do have plans for the day. furthermore, no matter if you’re late, you’re always keen to lay down and have a cuddle with niall.
“since when does my life interest you?” you snark. niall’s jaw clenches. it’s barely been fifteen minutes and he’s already fed up with your attitude. he takes a breath to calm himself, wanting to get to the root of the issue before taking things too far.
“your life always interests me. you’re my girl, don’t be ridiculous” he shakes his head. you simply scoff, rolling your eyes and shoving past him and going to take a shower.
niall is quick to grab your wrist, dragging you back to his chest and squeezing your jaw. “listen here you little brat. i took the day off to spend quality time with you but i can just as easily spend it beating the brat out of you. so what will it be?” he growls lowly. you seal your fate when you suck in your cheeks, pursing your lips and spitting on him.
his eyes go dark and he chuckles lowly, slapping his palm against your cheek roughly. “i’m gonna make you regret that” he murmurs.
niall all but drags you back to the bedroom, shoving you roughly onto the bed. you whimper a bit, squirming in anticipation as he walks over to the closet, grabbing his duffel bag full of toys, ropes, and all of his ‘dom essentials.’ “what are you doing?” niall asks when he turns around—noting you hadn’t moved from where he put you.
“sitting” you hum, snark still lacing your tone. niall chuckles, shaking his head a bit as he walks over to you. he grabs you by your neck, forcing you to stand before tearing your nightgown from your body—practically tearing the flimsy fabric in two.
you squeak as niall spins you, forcing you down onto the bed before pulling your hips up so you were on your hands and knees. you hear rummaging before one of niall’s hands rubs over your ass. “pick a number between one and five.”
he’s angry—really angry—he usually always adds a pet name even if you’re in trouble. you bite your lip, thinking hard about what number to pick. you knew how niall’s spankings worked. you would pick a number, and if you got it right then that’s how many spanks you got. if you got it wrong, then he’d double whatever number he was thinking of. you squeeze your eyes shut tight, going with the safest option smack dab in the middle. “three?” you say hesitantly.
niall smirks, rubbing his hands over your ass. “oh, princess” he hums in a sickly sweet tone—and you nearly smile before realizing that you’re being mocked as his hand strikes your ass cheek. “it was five” he says lowly.
the number is the only warning that you get before niall winds up his flogger and slams it down on your ass. you practically scream into the comforter, tears already pricking the corners of your eyes. he doesn’t start off gentle or work his way up, and he gives you no respite as he continuously whips his flogger on different areas of your backside.
you make sure to call out numbers clear and concise—not wanting to start over with niall in this mood. by the time he’s finished with you, you’re a wet mess—in more ways than one. tears spilling down your cheeks, drool falling from your lips, and cunt sticky with arousal.
“okay okay okay” niall hums as he turns you around. “i know baby, i know. you’re okay… you’re fine” he coos tauntingly as he pulls you to his chest. “‘s okay, i’ll give y’what y’want… quit y’tears” he mumbles as he tugs his sweats down. he lays you back on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable on top of the pillows before kissing your head.
“oh there’s my girl” he smirks as he runs his cock through your sticky folds. you whine softly, arching towards him before he pushes your hips down. “stay still, y’brat” he grunts, slapping your cunt a few times. you shriek with each hit, your legs wiggling in an attempt to get away as you look at him tearily. “jus’ lay there and take my cock.” he mumbles as he slowly pushes into you.
the both of you moan as he bottoms out, you gripping niall’s shoulders as he holds your hips tightly. “fuckin shit babydoll” he groans, pressing down on the bulge of his cock your tummy. “forgot how goddamn tight you were” he gasps a bit, slowly pulling his cock out before thrusting back in.
niall is in heaven… he’s practically pussy drunk off one stroke alone. his head falls back and his eyes roll as he feels your gummy walls gripping him. you’re like a vice, almost as if you wouldn’t let go even if he begged you to. your pussy is sucking him in, leaking around him like a fountain of eternal youth and he’s so close to busting that he has to take a deep breath and distract himself. “this what you needed baby?” he mocks. “just a big cock to fill up your tight little cunt?” he hums.
“ni…” you whine softly and he simply chuckles before setting a pace. once he’s adjusted to your tightness and calmed himself down, he’s able to fuck you how he wants. he holds your hips down against the mattress setting a brutal and punishing pace in your cunt.
“that why you had an attitude? haven’t fucked you properly lately?” he laughs at you. actually laughs at you, and you can’t even bring yourself to care. “you’re so pathetic” he mumbles, spanking your clit. “all it takes is some dick n you’re all smiles again.”
“yeah daddy” you moan in agreement, nodding dumbly as your eyes fluttered closed. you barely even register the words niall is saying to you—all you know is that they’re mocking and unkind. but, this is all you wanted—what you’d been dreaming of for so long so you had not a care in the world. not a thought bouncing around your skull other than more more more.
more love. more affection. more close. more cock. more niall. he engulfed you, not just due to his much larger stature. he had you pinned between the bed, your bodies so close that you could feel the beads of sweat dripping off of his forehead and onto you. he was everywhere—on top of you, inside of you, touching you, his scent engulfing your nostrils as you lay on his pillow.
your head was swimming in a pool of niall and you were content to drown in it until niall forces your leg up over his shoulder. he reangles his hips and slams his cock back directly into your gspot. “daddy!” you shriek out loudly, your back arching high off the bed.
“yeah baby, daddy’s here” he mumbles, reaching to rub your clit. “daddy’s right here baby. jus’ lay pretty and take my cock, yeah?” he flashes a bright smile your way, winking at you—his hips never breaking rhythm as he punishes your cunt with his cock.
you can barely choke out a response your cunt pulsing around him as your orgasm dangles so close, yet so far away. “are you gonna cum baby? i can feel you squeezing me” he hums, fucking you faster. “do you want to cum princess?” he mocks.
“yeah! yeah, yeah, yeah!” you chant, nodding rapidly as your hips begin stuttering against his. “oh fuck yeah!” you whine.
“awh… ‘s too bad i didn’t say you could then, isn’t it?” he hums, slapping your clit once more and laughing meanly. you whine in frustration, tears wetting your lashes as you force your orgasm back. “jus hold it baby, you can do it” he teases, but begins rubbing your clit in small, deliberate circles. “right? for daddy?” he smirks.
you gasp, nodding dumbly as your eyes roll. “f-f’daddy” you nod, your legs beginning to shake. you feel niall’s cock give a twitch at that, his hips stuttering a few times before he finds his pace once more.
“daddy’s gonna cum baby” niall moans in your ear, beginning to nip and suck the skin of your neck. “gonna fill this tight cunt… give you m’babies you want that?” he smirks.
“yeah daddy… yeah gimme your babies please” you whine, beginning to rock your hips in time with his.
“then cum with me, princess” he whispers, squeezing your throat just as your orgasm starts. you moan loudly, unable to stop the spasming of your body as you cream around niall’s cock. you distantly register his slew of swears through loud moans as you feel his seed painting your walls. you moan softly as he pulls you into a hot and heavy kiss—filled with love and passion.
niall pulls away breathlessly, smiling down at you in adoration as he gently pushes your hair from your face. “is my good girl back yet?” he hums softly, gently peppering kisses over your face.
the airy giggle you let out is enough to let niall know he’d fucked you nine ways from sunday and you were now deeply submerged in a submissive headspace. if that wasn’t enough for him, then your soft: “yeah daddy” as you nose against his neck seals the deal for him.
he hums a bit in relief—pride maybe?—before kissing your neck again. “good… you keen for a cuddle now?” he smirks softly at you.
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Extra - Made Of Something New : Italy, night 2
Summary : an extra to the made of something new series, following this chapter.
TW : smut, cockwarming
Word Count : 2k
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“you’re supposed to be looking at the sunset,” you hum playfully, as niall pulls you to sit on his lap, your bum pressed back against him, his lips trailing over your shoulder.
you were finally taking advantage of the hot tub on the patio, niall insisting that you let the hot water and the jets help soothe your muscles. and you assured him that just because you had slightly rougher sex, you were absolutely fine, absolutely blissed out more like, but how could you resist the opportunity to have niall dot on your for a bit ?
and really he had gone all out. while you were inside, slipping into your bikini, niall was outside lighting the fairy lights and the fire, pouring some wine for the both of you, getting the hot tub set at just the right temperature. when you stepped out, you were greeted with a beautiful smile and his extended hand holding a wine glass.
“lights and fire already ? sun’s not even set yet,” you giggle, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his chin.
“didn’t want to have to get out later,” he smiles, “gonna be too busy making you feel good.”
and now that you were sitting in the warm water with him, jets bubbling around you, you kept teasing him about yesterday’s missed sunset, “v’seen plenty of sunsets,” he murmurs against your skin. “and i’ll keep seeing plenty. but you, m’not quite so lucky.”
you relax back into him, melting at his words, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down your back, lips trailing over your warm, dampened skin.
“turn around, pretty girl,” he murmurs against your ear, nipping against the lobe, holding onto your hips, as he helps your shuffle through the water so that your thighs are on either side of his, straddling him.
his fingers reach out of the water, gliding down your cheek, “beautiful,” he whispers, softly pressing his lips to yours.
you have no idea how long he’d been kissing you. it was so easy to get lost in him, your body giving into him at a mere touch. and the way he uses his teeth to softly nibble into the plushness of your bottom lip, or the way he strokes your tongue with his to taste you, even the playful stinging of his nails digging into your skin, you were complete mush for him.
the thing he’ll never be able to tell you, is that he’s complete mush for you too, and the moments he has to completely get lost in you are getting harder to avoid. especially when he’s in your presence. he wants nothing more than to let himself give in, take advantage of every little opportunity he has with you.
it’s moments like these, where he’s got you straddling his lap, hands roaming your body, gliding over your hips and back, taking handfuls of you whenever he can, feeling your body pressed up against his, in a desperate attempt to get any bit closer, it’s these moments that he wishes he could do this with you all day, every day.
but moments like these, as comforting and soft as they were, your body reacted as any human body would. and you find yourself humming breathily against his mouth, fingers gripped into his hair even tighter, hips grinding down on their own accord.
“fuck,” niall breathes, his mouth suctioned to your neck, sucking and biting into your sensitive skin, tickling you, as he licks over the small bruise that’s forming. his hands poke out of the water, rubbing over your body, swiping over your bikini covered chest, to reach behind your neck.
quickly, with nimble fingers, he undoes the tie of your top, letting the upper half of your bikini fall down into the water, the long bits of fabric floating around both of you.
niall’s fingers run down the chain around your neck, watching the glint in the small diamonds on the flower’s stem, before his hands fall on your breasts, giving a tentative squeeze, his fingers starting to tweak at your nipples.
you lean your forehead against his, looking down between the both of you, eyes locked on his hands, and the kneading of your breasts. you bite your lip, feeling the rough callousness of his fingertips, in contrast to the softness of his palms, plus the rippling of the water around you, lapping at the underside of your sensitive skin.
your mind was reeling, with the heat of the water, the buzz of the wine, the prickling of your skin, softness of niall’s touches, your body was caving fast. without so much as a second thought, you grind down harder onto niall, needing to be closer to him all of a sudden.
instantly, you hear the groan work its way out of niall’s throat, his hands gripping hard into your hips to keep you still. “petal,” he whispers breathlessly, “not tonight, sweet girl. think we both need a break after this morning, yeah ?”
you whimper, somehow shuffling your body closer to his, elbows resting on his shoulders, hands up in his hair to keep him as near to you as you can, “need to be closer.”
he chuckles quietly, pecking your lips, “don’t think we can get closer than we are now, pet.” and he’s right, really. you probably couldn’t even slide a sheet of paper between your bodies. but, still, and even with that knowledge, your body was craving closeness. christ, if you could climb into him right now, you probably would.
you whine quietly, your nose gliding down his throat, face tucked against the side of his neck, your arms wrapping tighter around him.
instinctively, niall’s arms wind themselves around your back, holding you to him, kissing the side of your head, “what is it, petal ?”
“just- i don’t know,” you murmur, a bit confused yourself by this sudden neediness, but you weren’t sure how to make it go away. it was deep down, in the pit of your stomach. “i feel like i want to be closer to you. i don’t understand it, we’re like as close as we can be,” you giggle shyly. “s’this freaking you out ? i’m sorry,” you hum, a bit embarrassed, sitting yourself back on your bum against his thighs, a blush taking over your cheeks.
“no, stop,” niall shakes his head, fingers gliding over your arms soothingly. “don’t pull away if you want you to be closer, silly girl,” he chuckles, bringing you back into him, foreheads resting together. “maybe we should get out of the water ? can get cozier on the couch, by the fire,” he suggests.
“yeah, okay,” you smile, pecking over his lips, before lifting yourself up, your bikini top falling, as it’s only holding on by the bottom strap, making you both laugh. “fuck it,” you mutter, undoing the knot around your back, letting it fall entirely, strutting over to the couch.
niall laughs again, pulling himself out of the hot tub, following you to the fire, “m’not complaining.” he sits next to you, reaching over for the blanket, covering you both, protecting you from the nip of the night, contrasting your warmed skin.
“thank you,” you hum, smiling at him, the light of the fire casting a flicking glow over niall’s skin. he was so beautiful, it made your stomach flip. feeling the warmth of his skin under your palm, as you shuffle closer to him, your hand rubbing over his chest, head resting against his temple.
“c’mon, gotta get closer than that,” he murmurs lightly, turning his face to peck over your cheek. “you were much closer in the water and it wasn’t enough. this is nothing,” he hums, shuffling you both so that his back is against the armrest, pulling you against him, your head tucked into his neck, legs tangled with his.
you can feel niall’s arms winding around your body, holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you can feel yourself sigh in content. until a moment later, you’re itching to be even closer.
niall feels you tossing around in his arms, his face burying in your hair, “not enough is it ?”
“i’m really sorry,” you whisper, staying still, “fuck, I’ll control myself.”
“told you to stop that,” he laughs, shaking his head, an idea popping into his mind. he wants nothing more than to satiate your need, make you feel the comfort you’re searching for. as embarrassed as you seem, he wants you to know that it’s okay. that he’s honoured you’re feeling good enough in his presence to let your walls down. “what if- fuck, just go with me, petal.”
you nod your head, eyes flicking over to his, as he shuffles you both, placing you again, this time laying down on your side, your back to his front, both of you facing the fire, the blanket covering you from your chest down.
niall struggles momentarily to get his swim shorts down, kicking them off his legs, doing the same for your bottoms, a confused hum leaving your lips, “thought you didn’t-“
“- s’not what m’doing,” he hums, shaking his head. “gotta go with it, pretty girl,” he kisses along the back of your shoulder, his tongue tentatively poking out to taste you, his fingertips lightly gliding over your tummy and hips.
you moan softly, your body relaxing completely against his, niall nipping against your skin, knowing exactly what he’s doing to work you up just enough.
he grips into your thigh, hooking it back and over his hip, his cock nestled against your slit. he can feel the moment the air leaves your body, clearly a moment of pure content, and quite possibly the beginnings of the relief you were after.
niall’s tongue keeps tentatively licking over your shoulder, his nose gliding against your neck, hips rocking against you, the tip of his cock catching against your clit.
your thighs tremble, biting your lip to keep a moan in, trying to keep yourself from getting too worked up, knowing full well that his plan doesn’t end in sex. no matter how much it currently seems like it will.
“gonna be as close as we can get,” niall whispers against your ear, his hand between your legs to slowly guide his cock inside you.
a loud moan of relief echoes around the patio, feeling ecstatic that the neighbours are much too far to hear you, as you finally feel the pit in your stomach lessen.
once niall’s cock is pressed as deep inside you as he can get, his arm winds its way around your body, hand splayed against your chest, fingertips rubbing against your breasts, “s’this what you needed, pet ?”
you nod, a small whimper choking its way out of your throat, “fuck this is perfect,” you breathe, “how’d you know ?”
“just had a feeling,” he murmurs, feeling the need for this moment to stay quiet. “fuck, s’good innit ?” he adds, a bit breathless himself, your cunt sucking him in impossibly more and more.
“the best,” you sigh contently, your eyes closing, feeling this moment deep in your soul. you’d never felt so close to someone, so heated, so comfortable.
you can feel niall nodding against your neck, his lips unable to leave your skin, his cock pressed so deep inside you, filling you up just right, connecting the two of you in an intimacy you’d never experienced before.
the warmth the fire was radiating over you both, mixed with the sheer explosion of heat coming from inside you. the stretch from niall’s cock, mixed with the expanding feeling in your heart. your entire body was trembling lightly, emotions on overdrive, and yet you’d never been so content. never even thought you could be so satiated by someone’s unmoving cock inside you.
“y’trembling, lovely,” he coos.
“can’t stop, ni,” you turn your face to kiss along his jaw, “v’never felt better.”
“fuck,” he whispers, a slight gritty groan to it, the constant constricting clench of your cunt around his cock, somehow feeling like a tight grip on his heart. “m’so lucky, so fuckin lucky to have you in my life. never taking you for granted,” he murmurs against your skin. “don’t think i’ve ever felt so close to someone, no one i’d rather be with right now.”
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Coming out
Summary: you went out with your friends and a question came up that made you uncomfortable. The next day you come out to your lovely boyfriend Niall.
Pairing: boyfriend!niall x gn!reader
Wordcount: 1,3k
Trigger warnings: none
A/N: I’m sorry that I disappeared for so long with my writing, again. Here is something for pride month :) happy pride month
Tonight she wanted to go to a club. It was obvious that you said yes to it. You can’t say no to her. Fay knows you hate clubs but when you haven’t seen her in a while you always say yes to her.
After five shots and more than one glass of a cocktail, she was drunk. Theo already brought the third-round shots. Some of your other friends came with you. You all sat in a booth together enjoying yourselves.
She gulped her drink down and started to talk a bit louder even tho they all sat in a quieter corner, “y/n what’s your type? I’m gonna set you up with someone.” She spits out with a giggle.
Your eyes went wide, “my-my type?” You asked to make sure you heard everything right. No one in your friend's group knows about your sexuality. Sure you trust them but you aren’t comfortable sharing it with them.
“I am sure I have some guy friends that are your type,” Theo said, you looked down on your fingers. Fay started to show you pictures of some guys you never saw before. It goes on like this for too long. All your friends showed you some pictures. They don’t know you already have the best boyfriend sitting at home waiting for you.
Theo placed another round of shots on the table. “I need to get home, it's late,” you said and hugged everybody.
•••
When you opened the door you saw your boyfriend asleep on the sofa with his favourite show playing in the background. Luckily you weren’t that drunk and your ride home is only 20 minutes. “Love, wake up,” you whisper softly, kissing the shell of his ear.
It took him a while to open his eyes properly, his hair was messy and he had puffy eyes due to his sleep. He sits up and the first thing Niall does is give you a glass of water he saved for you. He saw the tears in your eyes well. “Oh my love, wasn’t your night out great?” You shake your head. When he saw a silent tear running down your cheek he pulled you in his warm arms. “Wanna talk?” He asked you so sweetly.
His hugs bring you comfort.
He’s so caring, even when you don’t share why you feel like this he comes up with something that makes you feel better.
“I wanna sleep,” you said, gulping down some more water. He doesn’t want you to have a hangover tomorrow. His blue eyes follow every step of your beautiful body. When he snuggled up to you, he heard our sniffing. He rubbed small circles with his thumb on your hot skin.
•••
He noticed that you had something on your mind.
“My love, getting it out always helps. I’m the last one who’ll judge.”
“Just last night was great and then they asked me a question,” you knew getting it out would make you feel a lot better.
Niall was your friend, your first guy friend and you didn’t expect to fall for him. You met him a few years ago. He asked you to hang out sometime and over time you felt for him. He has liked you since day one. He was confused about what was going on. He can’t be in love when you just meet.
It never came up, you never shared your sexuality with someone. You did once and your parents said it’s just a phase. But it wasn’t. It took you so long to figure yourself out. Your friends weren’t a good help. They set you up with guys you didn’t like. Their personality was awful. They didn’t treat you right. You went out with one of them a little longer but ended it after three months. It was the worst situation you had.
But Niall was different. He looked out for you at bars and clubs. He made you feel comfortable around him. No guy made you feel this good about yourself. He was around all these times seeing you so unhappy.
He knew about your secret, he knew you never were in love. He knew you never dated anyone. You never kissed anybody. It doesn't feel right when you have no feelings for the person. Niall made you feel comfortable. You opened up to him about some things but you don’t know how he’ll react to something bigger than just about your issue.
You thought for a long time if it was right to tell him. Last night made you realize that he won’t react disgusted or confused. You feel finally ready to tell him. He made you feel so comfortable. You are tugged to his chest. “I—” you started but stopped. You were nervous to come out. You only did once, what if he won’t accept it?
“Talk to me, what's going on in your pretty head?” He kissed your hair.
You pulled away and held his hand tighter than usual it was the nerves. His thumb moved over your knuckles. You even bring him breakfast to bed if something goes wrong. “Last night my friends asked me what my type is,” you started to get nervous and your voice was quiet.
“I am your type, right?” He asked.
You took a deep breath, “no,” you shook your head. “They started to show me pictures of guys. They wanted to set me up and asked me if this is my type.” He could say something was off with you, he noticed it this morning when you made him breakfast. Usually, you don’t allow him to eat in bed. His brows furrowed. “I’m pansexual,” you spit out.
“I’m so so proud of you, petal.” It felt good to hear someone who’ll accept you for who you are. “You know how much I love you and this won’t change anything,” he kissed your cheeks. “I’ll always love you with all my heart.” You started to cry in his chest. “I didn’t upset you?” He whispers in your ear. Kissing your face afterwards.
“No, you accept me.” You wipe your tears.
“Why shouldn’t I? I accept all your boundaries.” You set some boundaries but only because you never did it. You were scared because you never kissed your boyfriend for a year and a half. You never had your first kiss. You haven’t done a lot of things. Mostly because you weren’t ready or it didn’t feel right which is a different person. “May I kiss you?” He asked kindly, with the hope you finally said yes and you did. He pressed his warm lips against yours. It was new but exciting. He smiled in the kiss guiding you through it. “Breath through your nose,” he whispers in the kiss. “There,” he pulled away. Seeing you out of breath makes him smirk.
“I love you too,” you snuggled more in his warm body.
“May I ask something else?” You nod, “you don’t look if you find a person attractive or?”
The kiss has made you fuzzy, “I only look for some things like your hair, and eyes and you have a good way to dress. You looked clean. I like the way you smell.” She pressed her nose into his chest.
“But you feel for my personality?” You nod your head.
It was a lazy Sunday morning, you don’t have plans for the day. You continue to kiss Niall’s lips which ended in a makeout session. His hands wander down your bum, he gave it a squeeze that made you giggle. “I’m so proud of you for coming out to me.” He kissed you once again and held you close to him.
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Oh sarahhhh I’m just playing devils advocate for a moment because now I’m so interested in how you’d do a Niall text series because I love him 😅
Hiii lovey!! I also love a certain Irish dude that goes by the name of Niall James Horan😂 so I hope you enjoy this text conversation I can see you having with him after a press day at a golf club😂💖
*Niall just wants to know where you’re at and you want him to know this place doesn’t have hot Cheetos*
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Niall Horan & Lewis Capaldi
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Stone Cold Under Your Feet
One where drunk actions have harsh consequences
Word count: 700+
a/n: now whyd this actually take me so long. the ending is so trash. also I just saw a pic of niall getting kfc with basil standing behind him idk why that's so funny to me. anyways send me requests plsss
You wake to a sharp ringing and a glow illuminating the room from your bedside table, interrupting your dream of...who knows what. You think it must have been a good one as your brain tries to grasp onto sleep again.
Your arm remains sprawled onto your right hand side of the bed, Niall's side, as your brain processes the noise coming from behind you.
Once the ringing subsided, your eyes start to droop, breathing slowing, until you perk up, finally realizing that Niall hasn't come home from his night out with the boys.
Thought finally enters your brain as you reach your hand back in the direction of your phone, mindlessly trying to find it in the dark of your bedroom. You brush your fingers along it, then grasp it, bringing it to your face. Your eyes squint to adjust to the light. As you click on the 'missed call' notification, Deo's caller id returns to the screen.
You slide your finger across the screen to accept the call.
"Hello," You speak first, your voice groggy.
"Ya gotta come down 'ere, y/n."
"Hm? Whaddya mean..."
"They're saying Niall broke his foot. We're at t'emergency room by Queen's Arms. Y'might wanna see this."
The remaining drowsiness quickly drains out of you as you hear the words, "emergency room," out of Niall's cousins mouth. You throw the comforter off your body and rush to find some clothing, grabbing the first thing in sight. His beloved Speak Up sweatshirt.
"The emergency room- wha- why hasn't Niall called me." In a scramble to start the Range Rover (which you hate driving because of it's enormous size), your phone falls beneath the seats.
"Ah mate, he's completely out of it a' t'moment"
"Like you're any better," you mumble under your breath. "I- just- I'm coming, okay? I'm ten minutes out. Don't do anything stupid, I'm begging you."
Before he could even take a breath to respond, you hastily grab your phone, ending the call to focus on the road in front.
...
The emergency room practically empty this late at night, or...early in the morning, whatever it may be, the doctor leads you to your boyfriend. He pulls the curtain back to reveal Niall laying on the bed, eyes shut and tugging his fingers through his hair. His leg is propped up at the foot of the bed where a nurse stands, wrapping his leg with cloth.
She looks back towards you.
"Are you the spouse?"
Niall's eyes shoot open, lifting his head just enough to be able to make eye contact with you. Your lips tug slightly at the sight of Niall's distressed position, but you hold back. You look back to the nurse, sarcastically sighing.
"Unfortunately so," you let out humorously.
The kind nurse smiles. "I'll excuse myself to give you two some privacy."
You nod at her, mouthing a thank you.
Niall sits there with his hands in his lap, one resting on his thigh. You look at him with a sympathetic glance before moving closer, taking a seat beside him. His head falls onto your shoulder and your hand subconsciously comes up to play with his hair, offering him whatever comfort you can give.
Niall, glossy eyed either from the pain or the pints, looks up at you.
"Did they tell y'what happened?"
"Had to pry it out of Capaldi, but yea..."
A beat of silence goes by before he starts again. "Why'd ya come 'ere?" You look down at him, raising your eyebrows. "You'll be tired when ya go t'work tomorrow."
You click your tongue and nod your head side to side, telling him no. "Your foot is one step away from dangling off and you're worried about my sleep."
"Ya wanna see it?" He asks, grabbing the X-ray papers from the side of the bed. "It's gnarly stuff."
He opens the folded paper and you grimace in disgust at the sight of ligaments torn and misaligned from his foot.
"'M not leaving you alone at home while you're like THAT"
"Yer gonna stay home for me?" The puppy dog eyes stared lovingly at your face. "Awww," he says, placing a hand over his heart. He squeezes you tight in a hug. "Love ya so much, petal."
You groan. "God, you're so insufferable," rolling your eyes, dramatically.
"Ya love me. Want to take care of me. Ya love when 'm a li'l stupid after a few pints."
You cross your arms over your chest.
"Keep at it and I'll whack you so hard, you'll stay stupid."
"Oop- yes ma'am"
You raise your eyebrows at him, a breath of laughter escaping both of your lungs as Niall's head falls onto your shoulder. Peace consuming the both of you, despite this ridiculous situation.
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