Imagines

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Anonymous said: Why did you make an account for dirty pics when you're a virgin? Just curious

Im not a virgin

Imagine Niall Horan Dirty

You were waiting in class for your lover Niall Horan hd always use to tease you but that all changed when he saw you for the a tual you, he sat nest to you winking you blush. At tge end of the lesson he takes your hand and waljs you to the football field, under the bleachers he slow rubs his hanss up and down your sides turning you on “ni baby please dont do this here” you said but he kept going he sat down pulling his dick out of his pants sliding your panties to one side, he started to rub your pussy slowly fingering you picking up the speed making you so wet, he then slid his dick into you as you moaned he fucked you harder moving you up and down, you were close to your orgasm he knew that he moved faster as you orgasmed he cummed. You both were al sweary and then rhe bell gows fir class he whispers in your ear “round 2 next lunch”

Dennis

Dennis

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shutupshira:

what-is-gmans-gender:

loveurlittlethings7:

linalovesonedirection:

onedgirl2299:

Good kisser;)


Good kisser

After seeing a strange but convincing post on her dash, Sarah decides to test its theory. She begins holding her breath—an easy task for a first-chair clarinet—and carefully clicks “reblog”. The post becomes lighter as the loading icon appears, spinning in the center like the circle of life itself. Suddenly, her computer shuts down as it runs out of battery. The girl frantically begins searching for her laptop charger, still holding her breath with a determined will. She won’t lose this fight. As her computer begins to turn on, she pounds the wall beside her in frustration as she notices the Windows mandatory update screen—once a simple annoyance, it is now the key that seals her fate. “Come on, come on!” she whispers, afraid to use up too much of her precious air supply, now dwindling as the percentage slowly increases. 35%. Her lungs are on fire, but she cannot give up. 50%. Black spots begin to cloud her vision. 70%. Feeling faint, she leans back and tries to keep her racing mind focused on the task at hand. 85%. Mere seconds remain. 99%. … Just as it hits 100%, her screen comes to life, but the girl can’t take it anymore and promptly passes out, knocking over the poorly-placed lit candle on her dresser. It ignites the pile of school papers on the ground, and within minutes the whole house is ablaze. Fortunately, Sarah lives alone, and only one life is taken in the tragic accident. It’s a shame that she put so much trust in the internet with such a personal matter as kissing. Perhaps she should’ve just asked her girlfriend instead, thus saving all of this trouble.

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shutupshira:

what-is-gmans-gender:

loveurlittlethings7:

linalovesonedirection:

onedgirl2299:

Good kisser;)

Good kisser

After seeing a strange but convincing post on her dash, Sarah decides to test its theory. She begins holding her breath—an easy task for a first-chair clarinet—and carefully clicks “reblog”. The post becomes lighter as the loading icon appears, spinning in the center like the circle of life itself. Suddenly, her computer shuts down as it runs out of battery. The girl frantically begins searching for her laptop charger, still holding her breath with a determined will. She won’t lose this fight. As her computer begins to turn on, she pounds the wall beside her in frustration as she notices the Windows mandatory update screen—once a simple annoyance, it is now the key that seals her fate. “Come on, come on!” she whispers, afraid to use up too much of her precious air supply, now dwindling as the percentage slowly increases. 35%. Her lungs are on fire, but she cannot give up. 50%. Black spots begin to cloud her vision. 70%. Feeling faint, she leans back and tries to keep her racing mind focused on the task at hand. 85%. Mere seconds remain. 99%. … Just as it hits 100%, her screen comes to life, but the girl can’t take it anymore and promptly passes out, knocking over the poorly-placed lit candle on her dresser. It ignites the pile of school papers on the ground, and within minutes the whole house is ablaze. Fortunately, Sarah lives alone, and only one life is taken in the tragic accident. It’s a shame that she put so much trust in the internet with such a personal matter as kissing. Perhaps she should’ve just asked her girlfriend instead, thus saving all of this trouble.

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