One Direction Cave

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

But the World Looks Better Through Your Eyes by meganmgrace | @littlelouies [?, 2.1k]

Harry loves to see him doing things he loves. Whether it’s being on stage in front of a crowd of thousands, playing football, reading to his sisters, or rubbing Harry’s feet (maybe not that last one) Harry lives for the moments he gets to see Louis so completely in his element. Because, while Louis doing something as simple as brushing his teeth is breathtaking to Harry, watching him practice his knee kicks in the backyard is almost otherworldly. Louis seems to glow from the inside out- still is, even in this bar- and Harry can never get enough.  Canon divergent, inspired by real life: Soccer Aid, established RS | POV: H

Dominus. by SS98 | @iamnoteternal [M, 107.8k]

Harry is of a superior species, rare and genetically untameable. He meets his missing piece in the form of Louis and they begin to share a life that came to them too soon.  A/B/O | POV: L (mainly) | mpreg!L

you take me higher by ysl_harrie [E, 8.9k]

He looks so fucking good.

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1SF7BAe

by Ninjakitty721

Harry is currently leaning against the rough wood wall, his eyes half closed as the carriage jolts along the paved path. His body aches-it is battered and bruised, covered in scattered scratches and discolored purple marks. The position that he is is uncomfortable, and the hard surface seems to become more solid with every passing hour. His hands are tied behind his back, painfully tight, but he doesn’t notice-all that matters is that he is free. Free. Harry closes his eyes and smiles. A second later, they widen and he looks out the small window-the rusty iron bars that stretch from the top to bottom, giving it the feeling of a jail cell. In a way, it is- he is kidnapped, captured for the rebel movement, a prisoner. The sky is a dull grey, cloudy and dark. It reminds Harry of himself-he is a thunderstorm, filled with rain clouds and thunder and lightning, but he is endless, unbounded, unrestricted. Harry feels lighter than ever before, powerful and unstoppable, as he sits there all alone, tied up and gagged, in the dark. Or, Harry is the crown prince of England. His father, the King, is a violent, cruel man-the monster that Harry wants to escape. The Rebellion may just help him do that.

Words: 3594, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

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

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Rebel Liam, Rebel Niall, Rebel Louis, Royal Zayn, Royal Harry, Prince Harry - Freeform, Poor Niall, Poor Liam, Poor Louis, Violence, Minor Character Death, Rebellion, Evil King, Kidnapping, Abuse, Blood, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Explicit Language, Happy Ending

MINI IMAGINE ZAYN MALIK ✨

Zayn on

Não acredito q S/n fez isso,ela só pode estar louca.

-AAAHHHHHH - gritei e joguei o vaso de flor q estava em cima da mesa na parede.

-Atende caralho - peguei meu celular novamente discando o número dela. Pela vigésima vez ela não atende.

Pq diabos ela teve q sair de casa? Eu avisei ela.

-EU AVISEI PORRA -falei gritando sozinho.

O fato é: eu sou chefe de uma gangue aqui de Londres,somos hackers e invadimos sistemas do governo pra roubar senhas de cofres,bancos,e documentos super importantes q pedimos uma boa quantia para devolver e não expalhar por ai.

Tudo estaria bem se eu não tivesse me apaixonado pela S/n. Ela também é hacker e trabalha comigo e já namoramos a algum tempo.

Ontem recebi uma ameaça, e pedi…na verdade eu IMPLOREI para q S/n não saísse de casa,afinal eles não querem matar só a mim,mas sim as pessoas que amo.

Quando eu cheguei na merda desse apartamento ela não estava,estou tentando ligar pra ela mas o maldito celular está desligado.

Eu poderia sair por ai que nem um louco atrás dela, mas seria burrice.

Essa quadrilha q pegou ela é comandada pelo prefeito da cidade. Maldito.

Eu só tenho duas escolhas : ou devolver documentos bilionários, ou ter S/n de volta.

Andava pro lado e pro outro tentando pensar em alguma coisa. Mas a única solução q achei foi entregar os documentos.

Andei até o cofre que ficava no banheiro.Na verdade lá tinha uma parede falsa e somente com minhas impressões digitais a parede se abriria pra uma sala cheia de computadores e cofres.

Peguei a pasta e sai do banheiro.

Quando estava abrindo a porta do apartamento pra sair….

-Nossa amor,vc não sabe - disse S/n ofegante - consegui correr 5 km,você acredita? Estou me superando nas minhas corridas.

I realised that right after I got this ask there was a post in my queue that was like, “Why is ‘Home’ LGBTQ+ exclusive?” and then had this:

Which I thought was funny. I still think it’s funny. But, I don’t agree with the whole “This song isn’t for you” kind of statements people throw around these days when it comes to a lot of music. I don’t think it’s fair or right to devalue someone’s experience with a song by saying that they could never understand what it really means. 

I’ve seen two very distinct examples of this going around recently and that’s with “Home” and Beyonce’s “Lemonade”. I kind of wasn’t sure if I wanted to say anything about it, which is why I waited to answer this, but I think I will because the whole reason I didn’t speak up in the first place was the “If you don’t fit the exact profile of what this song is about, it’s not for you” sentiment. 

I feel like everyone fundamentally misses the point with sweeping generalisations like that. Personally, I am writing a book based on my own life experiences and what I write isn’t for anyone but myself. I think people can relate to it, but to say that this book is for any kind of niche Oxbridge audience would be a lie. I also think that people claiming that Beyonce’s “Lemonade” is only for a certain group of people runs much deeper as she has a far greater cultural reach, and I do not disagree that there are aspects of the album that people who are not black women can never fully understand, but I don’t think anyone can experience and understand that album as Beyonce does because it’s her story. She has very brilliantly wound in a lot of much bigger issues to do with black rights, especially when it comes to black women in America, but that album is for Beyonce. It’s my belief that you don’t go through something which would inspire that kind of music and film that isn’t deeply personal and exclusively at the core of it for the person writing that story.  

I was tagged by @iwanttowriteyouafic and I was like, no way would I be able to write something in 5 minutes but I tried. Anyway, I decided to write a scene that I hope to include in my ot5 ABO-verse fic.

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Zayn shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. He felt the heat spread under his skin and made him feel antsy. He knew that this was that time of the month. But he had a problem. Two of his boyfriends has gone on a work trip. Only two remained.

Zayn would just have to make do with only having Liam and Harry fucking him through his heat.

The omega whined pitifully. He knew that his distressed call would get Liam’s attention because no matter what Liam was doing, he would always take care of Zayn first.

As he had expected, his alpha boyfriend stumbled into the living room, eyes wide and quickly settling on Zayn. The omega pouted and squirmed in his seat, whining again. “Oh baby,” Liam cooed, moving closer to Zayn. As soon as the alpha set a hand on Zayn’s knee, the omega bucked up into his touch.

“Please, Leeyum,” he pleaded, eyes screwing shut as Liam’s hand inched up to his cock that had started fattening up as soon as the alpha had appeared in the room.

“It’s okay, baby. Haz and I will help you,” Liam breathed out, eyes dark and blown with lust. As if Liam had summoned him, Harry walked into the room, his phone in his hand.

“I could smell that Zayn was in heat,” Harry said, worriedly. “I came here as fast as I could.”

“Do something,” Zayn cried out as he felt slick drip out of his hole and wet his trousers.

“Oh my god,” a voice said from Harry’s phone. Harry turned the phone to face Liam and Zayn. Apparently, Harry had been Facetiming Louis and Niall beforehand. Zayn whimpered at the sight of his two other alphas, both shirtless and cuddled with one another on a bed.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna watch Zayn get fucked through Facetime,” Niall said.

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Man, that was horrible and I didn’t take 5 minutes to write this. I would have written more but I’ll just save myself the embarrassment lmao

by littlemissmeggie

by littlemissmeggie

“You beg so prettily. Do you want my cock, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy! I need your cock,” said Niall breathily.

“Don’t worry. You’re gonna get Daddy’s fat cock all night, baby,” Harry told Niall, equal parts promise and threat.

or… Niall’s a huge cockslut and Harry loves it so he wears a cock ring on stage to wind Niall up and has plans to fuck him after the concert.

Words: 3243, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Niall Horan, Harry Styles

Relationships: Niall Horan/Harry Styles

Additional Tags: Smut, Pure Smut, Cockslut Niall, bottom!Niall, Top!Harry, Dom!Harry, Sub!Niall, A Little Subspace, Cock Rings, Butt Plugs, Dildos, princess kink, Daddy Kink, Feminization, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Delay, Dirty Talk