#daddy louis tomlinson one shot

[madeinth00]

tá mas imaginem direitinho o louis acordando o harry comendo ele de ladinho bem gostosinho com a mão na boca dele abafando os gemidos pq eles estavam na casa da mãe do h pq o louis tinha se mostrado um “bom rapaz” e todo mundo concordou dele dormir la mas mal sabiam que ele tava fazendo o h chorar de tesao ai dps de deixar ele cheinho de porra (e nao deixar o h gozar pq gostava de torturar ele um pouco) os dois vao tomar cafe bem lindinhos o louis mimando a sogra e falando sobre religiao e o h todo molinho depois de ser usado como brinquedinho do papai lou :c

[1d-oned-1d]

THUNDERSTORMS

for everyone's notice, this is my first time writing smut, soo please bear with me and tell me how I can improve.

warning:- kinky shit, smut, a whole lot of filthy hot smut. overstimulation, orgasm denial, bondage, just filthy things...

pairing:- Y/N and Louis Tomlinson

inspired by his outfit at his documentary premiere. also don't mind me I'm horny as fuck atm and DO NOT JUDGE ME FFS.

summary:- y/n has a fear of thunderstorms. they're in the car and things get a little too steamy.

I slightly woke up because of thirst and irritating clothes when I heard our driver converse with sun. 

"Sir it's raining heavily and the car is stuck in the puddle, extremely sorry sir I'll just go and try to fetch a car for you and ma'am." the driver opened and shut the door. I whimpered as I heard another thundering voice. I slightly opened my eyes to see sun on his phone but then closed it back because of my sleepy mind. I was in that phase where you could listen to everything going on in your surroundings but even lifting a finger was too much of a work. The door opened again.

"Sir I found a car but it's only available for one person and it's going back to the city." He explained. There was a bit of silence until sun spoke up.

"Ok no problem, you might be having kids and wife waiting for you at home and worried, take the ride and head back." As sun completed the sentence, the driver gasped. I don't what made his gasp, probably him getting to go back to his family.

"Thank you so much sir, thank you so much, when I reach there I'll send another car for you." The driver exclaimed.

"Oh no need, we have already covered 3/4 of the ride home, I'll just a call an uber." sun explained.

"Are you sure sir?"

"Very sure, now go before your ride takes off." Sun chuckled, with one last thank you and a smash of the door, driver was on his way to his home.

"Shit! there's no network, looks like we'll have to stay here for the night." sun cursed under his breath. I whimpered again as I heard that, staying here was no problem, but staying in here with these heck of a clothes and with me being thirsty was a problem to me and not to mention thunderstorm. Sun picked me up and cradled me in his lap, brushing my hair out of the way to get a better look at my face but instead I snuggled my face into his neck.

"What's the matter darling?" He asked but I had no power to vocalize my issues, so instead I let him continue on what he was doing, that is asking questions.

"Is it because we're spending the night here?" He asked but got no reply

"Cold weather?" He asked again only to be met with silence and I shifted again in his lap trying to adjust my collar of the shirt.

"are you thirsty? are the clothes irritating you?" He questioned once again but this time I meekly nodded in his neck. He bent forward with me in his lap and put a water bottle in between my lips.

"Come on darling sip it." as he said, I started sipping it, soon enough quenching my thirst. He pulled away the sipper from my lips and bent again. What is wrong with this shirt aah! I tried shift again only to be stopped this time with sun's hands firm grip on my waist.

"Oh it's ok babygirl let daddy change you into his tshirt." He rasped and I was shocked by the change of his mood. While I was on his lap he shuffled below me for a while, only to make me feel his skin, meaning he probably removed his tshirt. With somehow collecting some power left in me I tried to unbotton my shirt.

"No babygirl, daddy will do it, just go back to sleep." He stopped my hands movement and set it in my lap, slowly himself working on my shirt. He was painfully slow while unbottoning my shirt but thankfully he shrugged it off me. I was ready for him to put his shirt on me but instead I felt his one hand on my waist and the other hand on my face as he kissed me. I returned the kiss and he moved his lips down to my jaw, the spot below my ear to finally the sweet spot on my neck making me arch my back and moan out his name.

"Sunn." I breathlessly moaned, he squeezed my waist harshly and marked my neck. He moved down to my cleavage and roughly marked me there too.

"It's daddy to you, you like it don't you when daddy plays with you, do you want me to play with you babygirl?" He rasped and went to unclasp my bra but I stopped him. 

"Yes daddy I want you to play with me but I'm very sleepy." I moved his hands to my waist and shifted closer to him.

"Babygirl I'm not asking you to stay awake, you can sleep and let daddy play with you for a little while." 

"No daddy I want to sleep, I want to sleep with you, you can play tomorrow." I spoke as I started feeling hazy in my mind.

"Princess I'll sleep with you, just let me play for a little while, and you don't want to make daddy angry do you?" He slipped his hands in my skirt and underwear and squeezed my bum, kneading it.

"No daddy I want to sleep, you're being an arse." My eyes shot open as I finished my sentence. One thing that daddy made crystal clear was, I was never supposed to curse or else he'll punish me.

"Okay enough, up and strip." He growled removing his hands from my skirt. "Now" he slapped the skin on my back when I didn't try to move even a little bit. I shifted from his lap and quickly removed the pieces of clothing which were left on me while he was watching me like a hawk watching his prey.

"On my shoulder." He roared making me whimper. Usually he would bend me over his knees if I was being bratty but when he meant over his shoulder it meant I was in serious trouble.

"I'm sorry daddy, I promise I'll never say a bad word again and you can play with me as you like." 

"Did I ask you about your opinion my little slut?" he asked making me shake my head but all he did was raise his eyebrow at me.

"No d-daddy." I stuttered. I better use my words if I don't want to get in anymore trouble.

 "Good now on my shoulder."

"Yes Daddy." I nodded and stood on the seat with my knees on the either side of his legs as he slid down a little to come face to face with my boobs. He further pushed his head in my chest and started licking in between both my breasts as he spanked my backside making me moan and clutch his shoulders for leverage.

"You like it don't you, you little whore. How I wish I could see your face while I punished you, I wish we were in our room." he mumbled, suddenly moving away from me and started fumbling with his mobile. In our room all you'll find is couple of mirrors, so he can see me no matter what he's doing. He set his phone somewhere in the car giving me my phone where I can see myself but the volume was on mute, he facetimed himself?!

"Daddy has two punishments for you, you'll count till 10 as daddy spanks you ok?" He demanded making me nod. "I can't hear you?" 

"Yes daddy, are you recording me?" I whispered, I was never actually comfortable with the idea of him recording me.

"That was the second punishment for you but you have option, daddy won't record you, if you don't feel comfortable babygurl." He sucked on my nipples making my head fall backwards and my eyes roll in pleasure, digging my nails into his shoulder.

"Are you upset with me daddy?" I asked with a very low voice.

"Yes baby girl, very." He bit on my nipple making them hard as ever and me whine for mercy.

"Then you can record daddy."

"Are you sure princess?" He asked.

"Yes daddy." I confirmed. He quickly took my phone from my hand and handed me in a minute or two, and I noticed the screen recording was on. he bent forward taking his phone to do the same thing and set back in it's place within seconds. Once again I was visible on my screen and he spanked me harshly catching me off guard.

"One." I whimpered, I could already feel myself getting wet and dripping down the thighs. I was ready for another hit but it never came instead he trailed his finger along my slit, making me lose my mind and arch my back only burying his face more into my breasts, that made him groan. I expected him to slip his finger in my entrance but he spanked me hard once again.

"Two." I moaned and he continued his torture on me by sucking on my breasts and spanking both my ass cheeks one after the other giving me no time to breathe.

"Three four." I gasped for air, he removed my right breast from his mouth, not before taking my left breast in his mouth and biting it harshly. 

"doing so good for daddy, my little whore, I'll think I'll move it to twenty for you since you're enjoying it." He moaned in my breasts.

"No daddy I'm so sorry." I whimpered but only to be met by another sharp slap of his on my backside. "Five" I counted. Soon enough 20, moved to 30 which further moved to 50. I had tears running down my face as I couldn't control anymore of his teasing, I just wanted his fingers and him inside me.

"Please daddy please." I requested as he pinched my bud roughly. 

"aww just look at your red little glistening pussy, so red , please what baby?" He slapped my breasts, squeezing it harshly and kneading it.

"your fingers, I want your fingers inside me daddy, I want you inside me daddy." I moaned breathlessly, not being able to contain the euphoric feeling as he started running circles on my core in an extremely fast pace.

"You like it don't you, getting punished, getting spanked, so wet from all this, such a filthy little slut, like this baby?" He cockily asked as he pushed two fingers in me and started pumping in and out. Unconciously I tried to close my legs and I guess he noticed it because he further spread his knees which in turn spreaded mine and made me squirm while he continued pumping his fingers in me.

"Don't squirm, once again try to close your legs and I will stop" He roared as he started scissoring inside me with his fingers, not helping with the squirming at all, only getting me to squirm more and trying to close my legs. 

"I said don't squirm you whore and what is that? you tried to close your legs." He growled taking out his fingers and spreading his legs to spread my legs even wider and a burning sensation erupted in my core from being streched out too much making me whimper.

"Please daddy I'm sorry, please I want your fingers inside me, please I promise I won't try to close my legs but it's really difficult to keep it open." I begged him to just put his fingers inside me and fuck me. 

"You've really turned bratty you know, sorry babygurl but you'll be punished really hard this time. Not listening to daddy at all." He threatened. spreading his legs even more resulting me to cry his name out loud. He picked his coat and started rummaging through it, finally taking out his tie. Why does he even have a tie if he was wearing tshirt and a coat. He took the tie and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold making me arch my back repeatedly as he took my breast in his mouth. since my eyesight was closed off my ears perked up and I heard him shuffle around, he took phone from my hand and held both my hands behind my back tying it with a soft material, which now I guess was my underwear. He sat me down on the seat sideways, my back against his side and he pulled my knees to my chest. I was wondering what he was going to do when I heard the window descending and me getting wet from rain which was very harsh on my core, with every ounce of patience I tried not to squirm. Thankfully soon enough the window ascended up.

"Now listen to me babygirl, I'm gonna eat you out but before you're going to cum, you have to ask me okay?" He whispered in my ear, I nodded earning another slap on my core.

"Yes daddy." I moaned as he started rubbing circles on my clit once again. He shifted me away from him, lying me down on the seat to open my legs wide for himself.

"Oh so wet from me doll, I'm gonna eat you out so nicely." I could hear his smirk. He pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and bit on my bud harshly, he entered in me with his tongue, lapping again and again in my walls, I locked my ankles behind his neck pushing him deep in me. I never knew how long somebody's finger could be until he entered his fingers in me straightaway hitting my g-spot making me a moaning mess below him. His tongue and fingers working ruthlessly in me until I felt a pressure in my lower abdomen making me pant.

"Daddy!" my eyes rolled back, not knowing anything while he curled his fingers in me removing his mouth from my core to attack my breasts, just increasing the pressure a lot more.

"Oh how daddy loves your breasts darling, so soft, wish I could have them in my mouth all day, you know how hard it is to resist myself when I see you like this under my control, all tied up, just waiting for daddy to pound into his little whore pussy." he kneaded one of my breasts as he sucked on the other one all while fingering me, sending my mind into a frenzy state.

"You feel the pressure in your stomach baby? that means you're going to cum" His voice dangerously calm but I knew he was onto something devilish. 

"Yes daddy I feel it, I'm going to cum daddy." I moaned, the pressure growing even more when he scissored again inside me but suddenly everything stopped, his hands, his mouth, everything, leaving me frustrated and whining.

"Oh babygurl didn't think I'll let you cum this easily did you?" He laughed, holding my thighs apart to constraint me from creating any friction between them. Few minutes after the pressure in my stomach subsided and I was left horny, juices dripping to my thigh, he turned me around, my ass in the air, face squished into the leather seat and started eating me out, his hands never leaving my breasts. After a few more minutes of torturing I could feel a little pressure again in my stomach. He removed his tongue from me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, licking between them as I shoved my ass into his face for anything more he could do, which resulted in him licking my hole recklessly. He once again removed his face and pulled me towards him by squeezing my neck and jaw from the front.

"How are you doing babygurl, any pressure down here?" He asked, removing his hand from my neck and moving it further south to my core and inserting three fingers in me harshly, pumping at a very high pace while marking my neck.

"Yes daddy yes, I'm going to come daddy." I whined, pushing myself further more into his chest. He removed all three fingers from inside me only to push them in me again. I was gasping for air, as his pace increased even more than before. How is that even possible?

"daddy I'm going to cum, can I cum please?" I pleaded. My breasts bouncing with the movement in between my legs.

"hold on doll, I'm still not done with my pussy, and if you dare cum, things will only worsen." he curled his fingers in me, hitting my g-spot again and again, pressure building in my stomach reaching it's peak as I cum moaning daddy's name, my thighs trembling and my head fell backwards on daddy's shoulder. I knew he purposely did this because he wanted me to cum to increase my punishment. 

"You didn't listen to daddy, daddy's going to pound in his hole and make you cum again and again until he's not done with you, ought to teach you some manners." he growled. He set me against the seat and I heard his belt clunk and his zipper moving meaning now he was going to fuck me senseless until I see stars. He undid his tie and my panties from around my eyes and hands. When I turned to him, he only smirked. I was beyond scared and excited for what coming next. 

"Out!" He demanded and I sat their confused. "out of the car my cute little whore" He opened the door ushering me out. It was still raining heavily making me shiver. I stood there getting wet before his further instructions. 

"On the car's hood baby." He got out after 10 mins or so with his belt and tie in hands. I quickly shuffled infront of the car to see him already on the boot, giving himself a few pumps. "Come on move your ass quickly." He demanded. I climbed onto the car and sat beside him.

"On my dick baby." He held his dick and aligned himself with me. "Sit down baby." He cooed but I knew very well the devil was soon going to unleash. I sit down on him and tried to keep my legs in between so he couldn't spread it but unluckily he caught on and set my knees on the either side of his knees spreading wide open until I cried out loud and held onto him once again.

"Oh baby I know, it's ok." He hushed and picked his belt and tie and tied my ankles with his legs only spreading them further, making me shout in pain. 

"Ride me baby, I wanna feel your bouncing tits on my face." He kept a hand on my waist stimulating me to ride him. He started agonizingly slow, grinding me on him every now and then, making me go mad and loose my common sense.

"Faster daddy, faster." I moaned making him groan, he spread his legs further, taking mine with his too. "aahh daddy no." I whined and he held my waist and started making me ride him faster. He spanked me, only increasing the pressure while my breast in his mouth.

"daddy I'm gonna cum." I started nearing my third orgasm of the day, afraid to be denied.

"Cum baby cum, you're not gonna stop cumming until I'm gonna cum, oh god how I wished I could record you." he groaned. I felt my walls squeezing him, making him throw his head back, his nails digging into my waist, my legs started trembling and I released. Just as I released he picked up his pace and streched his legs, it felt like I could rip apart anytime from being this wide open. I felt the pressure build again it was not minutes before I released again. He quickly untied both our legs and rolled us over. He pounded in me remorselessly with rain having no mercy either. I needed something to hold on, so I held onto his back, surely leaving scratches there. Only thing that could be heard in the moment was us moaning, skin slapping against each other and rain, as I came down from another high. God! sometimes how much I hate his self control, he could last for hours and he did. I released about countless times but he was still nowhere near.

"Please daddy I'm so sorry, please cum daddy." I whined and he pounded into my overly sensitive clit. Once again I released, shrieking, but this time I was not the only one, daddy released too. He filled me with his cum as he rested his head on my shoulder while I pushed out his wet hair from his eyes. He pulled out of me and rested on his side pulling me close to his chest. after a few more minutes of resting on the hood of the car, he got down, and picked me up bridal style and headed inside the car. I winced as he set me down, laying me on the seat and quickly got in. 

"You did so good princess, so good for daddy." He kissed me on the lips and picked up my shirt. He started cleaning me, he cleaned my face, jaw, neck moving to my breasts doing nothing sensual but cleaning me and then moving to lower part. He cleaned between my legs as I could feel his breath on my core, he left a quick kiss there and moved down further cleaning my legs. He again held me up as he dressed me into his tshirt and underwear when I winced.

"What is it babygirl?" He asked taking his hands in mine.

"It's paining down there." I muttered looking down.

"So sorry princess must be really sensitive." He laid me down, removed my panties and blew some air on my pussy making me shudder and close my legs.

"It's ok baby I'm just gonna blow some air so it feels good." He opened my legs and blew on my pussy for a couple of minutes before closing my legs and letting me rest.

He quickly dried himself up, wore his boxers and laid himself on me, only to flip us, so now I was on top with my face in the crook of his neck as he held me closer to him with his hand rubbing my back. 

"I'm sorry if I was too hard on you baby." daddy whispered from below me.

"It's fine daddy." I replied and kissed him on his neck because it was closest to me.

"Couldn't help it darling, all night you were looking so pretty, all I wanted to do was show you how pretty you were." He mumbled against my lips, making me turn beet red and burst out giggling. "My cute little babygirl." He kissed me on the lips and then my forehead. Feeling content in each others arms we fell asleep.

I told you I wasn't lying when I said it was kinky shit.

Requests are open if you want anything specific, I write oned smut so yeah.

[valuunit]

after midnight

summary: some steamy sex after dancing at the club with harry in his frat era.

title because im obsessed with chapelle roan, as you should

Content: She/her pronouns. smut (mdi), alcohol consumption, hair pulling, using a tie as a way to muffle sound ;), oral (m receiver), finguer fucking, clothed sex?, oh, a photo taken during sex, this oc is really stupid and horny, don’t show you’re face in an explicit pic of yourself wit someone new. that’s it ig :)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if there’s any mistake I'm sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D

y/n

why did i agree to this? jesus, this is the shitiest-

“y/n, my miracle is here!” the strong mature voice of Patricia sends shivers down my spine.

“hi” i quietly say, accepting her hug.

“here, i want you to met someone.”

fuck. social interaction.

i’m so so tired for this, i just want to pet my beautiful dog and sleep cuddling with him.

“Michael! here she is, y/n, y/n that’s Michael Young, owner of the record label i told you.” she whispers the last bit. my attitude automatically changes, another rich man who wants more money.

a very well preserved old man turns around, he’s like the definition of daddy if i were attracted to him, he gives me a gentle handshake. “nice to meet you miss, i’ve heard great things about you.”

“thanks, it’s very nice to meet you too.” after that he kisses Patricia’s cheek and excuses himself, promising to get back a little later.

“well, that didn’t go as planned.”

i chuckled. “maybe in a bit will go better, he said he was coming back”

“that’s the equivalent of a guys promising you he’s calling you back after fucking.”

“oh, then forget about it, let’s drink!” i smile eyeing the open bar.

“you do you, honey, i’ll be here if you need me.”

“okay mother, thanks.” i love that woman even if she’s in my monthly payroll.

“love ya.”

i pass some people, looking for the edge of the bar, and fortunately it was empty. “hi, can i take an old fashioned, please?” the bar tender nodded. life like this is kinda good.

harry

“that girl, she’s fit.” louis said.

oh i know lou, i’ve been watching her since she stepped in the club.

“who?” niall said genuinely curious to look at a cute girl.

“there, in the leather jacket at the edge of the table.” louis kept trying to get a better look at her.

“you should go talk to her.” niall says after also looking.

“i think that harry’s job here, he’s been drooling here for her.”

“what?, no, i didn’t even saw her before you mentioned her.” you fucking liar. you even know her name and music.

“okay, then i’ll take the word from nialler here and go count that lady.” you’re a good player louis, but not the best.

he’s testing me to push myself to go there.

“no, not at all.” i simply reply.

“ehh! louis, louis, louis!” niall cheers.

and there he goes, confident steps but playing with his hands.

y/n

i feel a pair of eyes on my back, i try not to think to much about it, i’m here to enjoy myself not to pay attention for others.

“hi” a particular voice says.

i don’t reply, maybe it’s not for me, i don’t want to embarrass me.

“hey, you like it old fashioned?, you’re like a dad?” okay, maybe that is for me.

“yeah, i probably have someone pregnant rounding around the world. i’m at that stage of my life.” i simply replied.

they laughed “i might like you. i’m louis, nice to meet ya”

“hi, y/n” this is louis tomlinson, one of the most famous boys at the moment. if this was happening a couple of years ago i would probably pass out, but i’ve slowly realized that doesn’t matter you ‘status’, you should be treated as kindly and respectful as anyone.

“aren’t you going to invite me a drink?” he says offended, playin, obviously.

“yeah, because i’m the one who approached” i said smiling. “what would you like? it’s on me.”

“oh, becoming my sugar mommy, i get it. i’ll get a shot, tequila.”

“yeah, the free aspect does play a roll here.” he laughs again and looks to where he came from. “four shots of tequila please, extra lime.”

“two rounds, i for sure like you now.” he immediately takes one of the caballito, waiting for me.

“i was just hopping you’d get pleased with that and leave.” i also take one, he hums and aproches for slice of lime.

“damn, that’s tough, if you want me to leave you’re not going to achieve it giving me drinks.” he talks quickly, then proceeds to cheer and gut down the little but dangerous liquid. i follow.

“oof, party animal, aren’t ya?” a deep and also british voice comes in.

“harry!, your finally came, i thought i was gonna stay here all night mate.” he looks at me “not that i would mind”

i completely turn around to look at a curly haired guy, he’s also really handsome, and how not? he’s harry styles.

“ah, yeah, thanks man, see you?” his confused comment makes me laugh.

“yeah, whatever you say. it was really nice to meet you, y/n, hope we can finish this round one day.” he pats the back of his friend and gets out. damn, what the fuck.

“am, i’m really sorry ‘bout that, i’m harry though, you’re y/n?”

“yeah, no it’s fine, if you want you can finish the shots with me?” i say also confused, he looks so nervous and i don’t know why, i'm not that scary am i?

“sure, thanks.” and it becomes silent. well, the conversation with louis was better, that’s for sure.

we swallow the drinks and when i reach out for the fruit i find his hands in the same one i was about to grab, i quickly change my election, and he does as well, i laugh at the awkwardness. he smiles at that.

“i heard your album. it’s amazing.”

“what? you’ve heard my album.” a say fascinated while sucking the last bit of sour liquid.

“what? are you surprised i listen to good music?” he smiled and smooths his chin.

“i wouldn’t say that, i just thought it didn’t reached that many people for you to listen to it.”

“what do you mean? it’s hit after hit, it’s really popular.”

“well, i don’t often look at the logistics of it. but thanks, i wasn’t really sure about it, nor my record label i almost got dropped.”

“well, they’re losers, it’s great.” he smiles and i also do, it’s really nice to heard that from someone who doesn’t know me, it feels genuine.

“i feel like i have to return the compliment but i haven’t heard 1D in like one year, ahm, i really love c’mon c’mon.” he and i laugh.

“yeah, i don’t blame you.” he suddenly looks uncomfortable.

“i’m really sorry.” i try to read his eyes, he was looking at a light above, but now his eyes are back on mine, he doesn’t look as happy as some people seem when they talk about something the love, like music. “you’re not satisfied, are you?”

“you could say that in a lot of aspects.” he smirks.

“okay, i don’t wanna hear it.” i say laughing nervously.

“let’s not talk about this depressing stuff. wanna dance?”

“sure, i’d love to.”

he takes my hand to make sure i don’t get lost in the crowd, he pauses for a second to give louis a warning look when he makes quiet wolf whistles.

“he’s an idiot, sorry.”

“i figured, no problem.”

promiscuous is blasting across the club, this song is sexy and i’m with a sexy guy, i must be a little sexy.

i’m against his chest, the room between our bodies is none, and the space we have to dance is limited, but we can make it work.

i see him starting to sway his shoulders first, trying to get used to the beat. i put my arms on his obliques, also starting to sway my hips, looking at his chest tattoos.

his hands go under my leather jacket and stay in between my hips and my waist, following me. i hear him pant, his mouth is slightly parted and his forehead falls to mine.

“can i take this?” he grabs the tie that hangs loosely in my neck, trying to distract himself for the erection i feel near my left hip.

“sure” we separate out heads and he puts it around his neck, the red looks good on him.

harry

she’s the hottest, most gorgeous person i’ve met.

her lips are as bright as the tie i just grabbed from her beautiful neck, i really want to kiss her. but maybe she’s not into me in that way.

“fuck, how are you so hard, a minute has hardly passed” her voice is deeper than before. i feel slightly embarrassed, but also no.

“that’s the reaction my body has with you.” i say honestly. some say that fake it till you make it, and that what i’m gonna do, fake confidence, maybe it’ll let me somewhere good.

she hums and looks at me in the eyes, to the lips and back at my eyes, with a bright smile and a dark look.

she grabs the tie, pulling me to her, we’re centimeters apart. when i’m about to kiss her she speaks.

“may i kiss you?” she whispers. this might be the hottest thing she’s done so far, or maybe the tie thing it’s.

“of fucking course.”

y/n

this kiss is as alex turner would say, were teeth collide.

is desperate, full of the sexual tension we’ve managed to build, and i couldn’t want it any other way.

we dance, grind, kiss and even moan, at least me, for what seems like the entire night, but when we take our make out session to the back of the building it seems like it barely 12 in the morning.

“jesus, love, i would love to take you home.” he says between wet neck kisses, all i reply is a fervent nod.

after that i feel his warm and big hand on my cheek, making me look at him, then is when i reply with actual words. “we can go back to my place, it not far and it’s alone.” i smile.

“you sure?”

“yeah, if you want.” he smiles and pecks my lips, i don’t know why his hand here makes me wanna melt against it.

“of course, love. it’s better than a shared hotel room.”

“yeah, probably.”

we decide to walk, it’s like i said not far away. the walk was definitely less heated, but it was something.

he asked if he could borrow my purse or my jacket to hide his boner, i laughed so much at that. but the outfit ended up amazingly on him, with the red tie and the also red small bag in his hands contrasting with his all black base.

as soon as i get home blake jumps, almost to the height of my head.

“i’m sorry, honey, i had somewhere to be.”

i think this might kill the mood, maybe not.

“who is this little bud?” harry asked when blake started sniffing his legs. i hang my jacket on a chair and take my purse from harry’s hand, leaving it in the same spot.

“blake, i hope he doesn’t bother you.”

“what, how could he.” he kneeled petting his puffy black hair. “right bud?, you’re adorable” blake turned into his back, to get some love in his belly.

okay, this is really cute, i feel bad for getting wet at the sight of him like this, being sweet to my dog.

“want a drink?, water, vodka, tequila?”

“no, i’m fine. i would prefer to get back were we left it.” blake has lost his interest on him and went to his bed.

“okay, you can go to my room, i’ll be there in a minute.” he looks around the house looking for the destination, “upstairs.” he nods and heads up. “blake. i have some… stuff to do, so please don’t cockblock me, please love, you’ll get a lot of treats tomorrow.” his ears move when he hears ‘treats’.

i grab a cushion from the couch and put it at the beginning of the stairs, hoping he can’t jump over it. “love ya, i’m really sorry if you hear something!” i whisper-scream.

getting near the door i smooth my skirt out and take may hair out of my face.

when i enter harry is sitting at the edge of my bed, he’s cheeks look very red now that i see them in a different light. i smile at him and he smiles at me.

“you look great in red. in your cheeks and my tie” i whisper as i sit in his lap.

“thanks, i might borrow it for another day.”

“you’re still, you know, hard?” i say almost laughing at how cringe that sounded to me.

“you’re wet?” he says. i nod, desperate to kiss him. “perfect.”

his hands crawls up my knee, ass and thigh, reaching my underwear, which was very much soaked.

“i feel flattered, love, i haven’t touched you and look at this” he makes me stand in my knees and slides my panties down my legs, finally showing the mess i made. “we’re gonna keep the skirt if that’s fine with you” i nod and he kisses me.

as soon as the kisses starts it becomes a kiss full of passion. he undoes my white shirt and i do the same with his black shirt.

he’s now laying down, his legs hanging from the bed and im right in top of him, my core against his belt, which feels weird in a good way.

i moan when he sits down, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it backwards. “your really pretty when you’re all flustered.”

he slides the shirt down my shoulders and for my bralette he slides it upwards, passing through my head.

“i feel like you have an advantage here.” i look down his opened shirt and pants, hell, he even has his shoes on.

“take whatever you want.” he smiles and kisses the in middle of my breasts.

i hug his neck with both of my arms, letting him please me with his kisses and bites in my chest.

he pays equal attention to both, i think he gave the same amount of bites to each, i don’t know, i was enjoying myself to much to care.

when i fell his mouth starting to separate from me i begin to go down his body, taking the tie and the shirt off, kissing his shoulder, chest, stomach and his boner from above the denim material.

he groans desperately but doesn’t move, just seats there with his hands on each side of his body. “you’re really a tease, baby.” he whispers.

“i think it will be worth it.” i say, quickly undoing his jeans and sliding off his boxer, leaving his cock free.

i think of what to do for a second, i could do a handjob or a blowjob, i finally decide in a hybrid.

i first take his length in my right hand, slowly feeling his body react, his legs move a bit and his body leans back. i then start to move down, making my eyes align with his crotch, and with my hand still in the base i start by wrapping my mouth at the tip. his makes a beautiful sharp gasp.

“god’s fucking sake.” he decides to look down at me, looking deep into my eyes.

harry

her eyes are gonna be the death of me. she can look evil but also innocent. and that makes me want to take her right now and leave her dumb fucked.

my dick disappears in her mouth, over and over again, i don’t know how she manages to keep a consistent move in her hands and in her mouth, including her tongue and her head. the guitar must help her multitasking abilities.

“love, t-that s-sss amazing. ah, but i w-won’t last a lot longerr and i will like to do sooo… much m-more with y-ya…”

she gets my dick out of her mouth, god that’s so dirty, an i love it. but yeah, she does so, chuckling a bit with a sense of pride, some drool goes down her chin, she’s perfect.

“okay, next time i guess.” fuck yeah, hopefully.

“now it’s my turn” she come back up, sitting her naked clit into my semi, this little minx jumped into my dick, and she knows it, she smiles.

“sorry.”

“you’re not.” i smile.

“no, i’m not.” she smiles.

“but you will.” i grab her hips from under the washed denim mini skirt and switched our position, leaving her laying down on her chest and me above her, looking at the greatest fucking view; her face was looking at me over her shoulder, he naked back and her skirt rolled up, leaving nothing to the imagination, her ass was in perfect alignment with my eyes.

i decided to be a little wild and spank her, she moaned, but i quickly turned to look at her “was that okay?”

“yeah… fucking perfect.” she moaned more.

“who would’ve thought…” i say, giving her another one, this one harder, making her cheeks giggle.

i pull her skirt even further, and also pulled from her hips to make her stick her ass up, giving me better access to her clit. i begin caressing her outer lips, soft touches to get her desperate and my fingers getting lubricated.

i inserted one of them, the ring finger to be specific. she moans softly, pushing her hips back. “more…”

“patience, love, want to cherish the moment.” but i do what she says, i enter another and begin to diversify my movements. when i get to a specific and wet point i feel her body shake.

“t-t… there.” she sighs “right therrre.” she purrs.

she looks so angelic like this: baby hairs stick to her sweaty forehead, eyes closed, mouth open full or profane sounds, i also see her stimulating her breasts, just like she could read my mind.

when i put my third finger in i feel her lips stretch, so i turn my hand, she screams at my move. “shh… we don’t want to scare blake, or anyone for that matter. would hate for someone to interrupt, right?”

“mhm” she opens her eyes, they are watering now, i don’t know whether to worry or to be turned on.

“everything okay there, baby?” i ask pulling her hair to the side to look at her fully.

“gr-great!” she sights when i touch her newly founded button.

i feel some more palpitating, some more stretching and i see her jaw being clenched. she’s close.

“you’re getting there, aren’t you?”

“yess! i’m goo…” sight “gonna cum.” her hips push against my hand, i took my index finger out because it felt like i couldn’t move my hand at all.

“patience baby, let it all out” i groan at her cunt stretching around my hand.

she screams my name, might be my new favorite sound of all time. it’s a mix of a hoarse and sweet voice.

she stops moving her hips i see a bit of liquid being thrown against my still moving hand, she squirted. i try really hard not to cum also.

she pants and groans. one hand reaches to mine, telling me to stop.

“good job, love” i slowly take my hand up and taste her discard. i then lean to kiss her cheek.

“want you inside of me” she whispers against the mattress.

“of course baby, just waiting for you to catch your breath at least.” i chuckle. she pouts but stays still.

“i’m fine. i just want you to fuck me.” she looks at me undress completely. biting her lip as she check me out.

“ouch, wouldn’t thought you’ll just use me like that, love, thought this was real.” i say jokingly offended and also a bit nervous. maybe this is just a one night thing, and i wouldn’t like it to end like this.

“maybe it is, but i would really like you to fuck me good so i can consider you as a potential candidate.”

nice answer, miss y/n.

“fine, firstly, do you have any condoms?” she sakes her head no.

“i’ve got iud and clean. if you’re up and clean we can make it raw.” she says nonchalantly.

“fucking hell” i go to kiss her mouth, gripping her cheek harshly, “i’ll make you scream really loud, so i think we could put this to some more use”, i say taking the tie from the floor.

she smiles, curious. i hover over her body again, pass the tie through her head to stop at her mouth, tightening it.

“wow” she barely says.

“you can grip me at the arm of you want to stop, okay?” she nods. “show me” she takes my forearm and tightens her grip around it two times. “good girl.” i kiss her cheek again.

i look down, she still has that fucking skirt i hope every time she uses it she remembers who fucked her in that, i direct my dick into her clit. i soak my tip into her cum and wetness.

and finally i enter, our mouth open at the contact, i thrust slowly and fully, i stay there “goodness, this is g-ood.” i whisper in her ear, she moans quietly.

“look at me angel.” she deserves the nickname. i could take a picture of this obscene and artistic piece. “can i take a picture?, i promise ill protect it with my life…”

she hesitates a bit, but when she looks at me in the eyes she nods “yeah”.

i lean over to the bedside table, take my phone and quickly snap one time.

“move?” she says.

“as you wish.” i let my phone slide off my hand and focused solely on her.

i put one hand next to her face , the other went to her hip. giving me the base i need to get her good.

my hips roll against hers, looking at her face to her ass and back and forth.

i quickly gain a fast, hard and pleasing pace.

she hides her face into the pillow and grips the bedsheets tightly. her muffled moans and screams, my groans and screams and the sound of our bodies colliding is the only sound i listen to, and maybe in a 1 mile radius.

“doing good, l-love?” i ask her, my breathing is shaky, maybe not that sexy.

“mhm.” she turn her face to look at me “y-yesh…”

“look so fricking good like this…” i wished i could look at her full face.

she screams something that sounds like my name, and i know i need to she her climaxing around my dick.

“we’re g-gonna turn…” groan “you around, ‘right?”

“yeahyeahyeah” she said.

“h-hug, hug your leg darling.” i pat her left leg , she struggles a bit but makes it. with the force i have i turn her almost limb body.

she moans when her back hits the mattress and i thrust into her faster, while kissing her face, she entangles both her hands in my hair, pulling. fuck.

“hmm. c-c… cum!” she sights into my neck.

thanks love, i wouldn’t like to burst before you.

“perfect. relax, baby…” i groan, struggling to keep that fast of a pace, she’s squeezing my dick so hard and i might come way too fast.

“ha… haffy!” she screams again.

“i’m cu…ming love.”

i feel her groaning at the overstimulation, so i give a final thrust and let it all out.

y/n

i’ve been talking with harry for probably 30 minutes, after last night fucking midblowing fuck i barely was awake, but harry made me change into some pajamas and then he changed the bedsheets. it was the best aftercare ever.

“would you like to go for a coffee later in the evening?” he says looking at me with his beautiful green eyes.

“yeah, as long as blake can come.” i say jokingly.

“of course, love, little man is always welcome.”

“see? that’s what makes me want you every day and every night!” i hit his chest lightly, he chuckles. “you can’t say shit like that, i’ll get attached.”

“is that something wrong?” he smiles. “i also want you, i really like you, and it might be too soon, but i would like to get to know you and be something else.”

“i would love that too.”

[spade-riddles]

Submission: Ed Louis Harry and 🎃

I’m the Ed Sheeran anon and further to the Ed, Taylor Harry, Louis links I wanted to add some further things if that’s ok!

Taylor refers to someone being ‘too young to know the song intertwined in the magic fabric of our dreaming’, among many other Louis Tomlinson song titles littered throughout TTPD.

In bejewelled we see the clock showing exile ends at midnight. The clock has the numbers 3,6,9 missing. Louis has plugged ‘3,6,9’ since 2022 alongside his album faith in the future. 3,6,9,(12)??. He has also said: he has written songs for other artists that he isn’t credited on. He also said his third album will be the kind of music he wants to make, that album 2 - faith in the future(3,6,9) is a kind of bridge between album 1 and the sound he wants to have by LT3. This was a reference to genre but if we are building to midnight.. LT3 would be his midnight like TS12 is Taylor’s. He has just registered a song called ‘Hello’ which reminded me of message 13 🎃.

wildest dreams and perfect are songs overtly related to each other, perfect was written by Harry and Louis and to Larry’s seems to nod to their relationship, despite the appearance it’s about Taylor in the same way HStyles is the Style red herring.

Within the days of the 1989 TV drop, Louis made a very vague unprompted Larry denial on Twitter that was immediate picked up and ran in the press (without once mentioning the word Larry in the Twitter question or response). I believe this took place on 31st October: the veil between this life and the next, thinner than ever🎃.

Again in the week or so lead up to the TTPD release, Louis made a Larry denial in an interview stating Larry’s are so ‘intertwined with what they believe’ there’s nothing he can do, nothing he can say - so be it. I checked the dates and it’s close to an anon spade msg here from April 10 that could maybe reference that? Aside from the intertwined parallels in his denial/Tays music and the 🎃, this denial has also been picked up to be referencing the lyrics of the song total eclipse of the heart… My only one, smoking gun, my eclipsed sun ❤️

He quietly dropped his live tour album the week of TTPD and tweeted a screen shot of him ‘listening’ to a song of his thought to be about closeting, but the song was paused at ‘13’ seconds which Louis fans have taken as support for Taylor.

The track Peter is no. 28- to Louis fans that’s his number the way that 13 is Taylor’s. He has it tattooed on his knuckles. Peter, my lost fearless leader, he also has a song called fearless asking someone if they remember being young enough to get it wrong in front of all these people. Taylor ordered ‘Louis champagne ‘ for $28,00 recently. I really think she wants us to be looking at Louis.

I did notice ‘face the music’ (a Louis song) written in the 🎃 messages as well as ‘they’ll say we’re lucky’ or something, another song of his ‘we were lucky once, I could be lucky again’. 🎃also constantly references faith like faith in the future.

But daddy I love him! Nods to harry’s t shirt (prior to BDILH searching that phrase would lead to basically just Larry edits and fanfiction) and also lyrically nodding to kiwi ‘I’m having your baby! it’s none of your business’ which for Larry’s evokes babygate. Louis has been loud on tour, changing a lyric in back to you to visibly mouth ‘I love him!’ every night for months. BDILH references braids which I think comes up again and again in the album, these braids (and as 🎃 says ropes) and intertwined fabric of our dreaming, or ‘stiching we were just kids babe’ pointing to Louis: ‘we were kids just trying to work it out’ .

As the other Ed Sheeran anon said, Ed tweeted about his best friends wedding on the 28th and Harry’s Joni lyric referenced the town hall- as does BDILH. 28 is Louis number, believed to be for this reason- some sort of commitment on that day so 28 September is a super significant date- I read somewhere Taylor did a cover of a song changing a lyric to ‘love was born on the 28th of September’ when it was supposed to be the 21st.

The Ed album fascinated me as both a Larry and Gaylor. It is littered with so many symbolic references to LT,TS and HS and then understanding the lyrics I find it’s difficult to discern if they are about Louis, Harry or Taylor narrative wise. It has a clock as one of the art symbols, showing its nearly 12 and a track called midnight. There is literally a ‘Bowery bar’ reference.

Ed’s song ‘friends’ has always felt like it was about Larry and he has played shows with imagery of a couple that looks like an exact clip of Larry in the background. 🎃 talks about friends - and friends of friends and I think as the other anon said Ed is such a close link between these two parallel stories. In promo of autumn variations he brought up how he loves pop and how great NSYNC and Britney Spears are. To me these are two tortured poets- one being a boy band including Lance Bass, a closeted band member who has since come out .. and that Taylor exchanged a friendship bracelet with. Two being Brittney who is evoked on the album thank u Aimee/*~ if you seek amy~. It seems Easter eggy that Ed referenced those two artists but that could be a reach.

I’ve been looking into Harry, Louis and Taylor’s allusions to ‘home’, ‘America’ and ‘London/England’ and they all tell an interesting story together about the safety of England, Taylor has loved that place for so long . The track English girl in an American town raised eyebrows if you consider it to be American girl in an English town, or, if the girl in the song is Harry. Lighthouses, darkness, the cold, ships, burning things down, being with your lover at night and then having to go to work for weeks.. these things are all in Ed’s album.

Taylor could make out the fairy lights through the mist in so long, London and in Ed’s song England the picturesque town ‘has fairy lights on the building supplying us power from the sea’. On open day, the town is cleaned up: the stones are hidden, the lighthouse is retired and a new one that’s taller hired. The town has a pub with a flag working flexible hours (glass closet, in my mind). The album also refers to things being in shade, or things being painted black (‘a home made of stones painted black’ for e.g). That song England solved the mystery of the nonsensical phrases in keep driving in Harry’s house: ‘choke her with a sea view, tooth ache, bad news, just act normal’ . The stone homes painted black have a glass window out at the back of them for the view (the sea view) as in, contrived moments giving a look into the privacy of the homes. There is only one sign in the town and people slow down to look on open day in Ed’s song, but harry says should we just keep driving?

The autumn variations cover art symbols have a grave with ‘bad news’ written on it, and a ring for ‘good news’. Along with a bird that looks like the tattoo on his chest and other lyrical allusions like to having a cup of tea ☕️ with a friend called Matilda; who doesn’t have to go home. (who is so Taylor in my mind). On tour he always began the song: this song is for a friend of mine it means a lot to me and I hope one day it will mean a lot to you, too. which I always found confusing but if comingoutlor is happening it makes sense to me as Matilda tied up her hair like it’s no big deal (like the now tight hair pins, no longer dropping, shown in TTPD vids) and is hosting a party with her friends but not the family who never showed her love (to be clear I don’t think of that so literally to be saying her blood family)

There are so many other parallels in their music: Harry’s been praying, ever since New York. Louis says he knows you left a part of you in New York. Taylor says… you know I left a part of me in New York. New York for me is the 1989 era: the girls and girls boys and boys, it is an interrelated, intertwined closet and why I think 🎃 references ‘wildest dreams’. We also have a lot of imagery parallels with the moon and saturn, ladders, clocks, the wizard of Oz, Alice in wonderland that all three use. As well as meeting in the hallway..

In exile WB and TS say they gave so many signs, all this time!!!! Louis has a song called all this time: ‘just have patience…’ ’building mountains hoping that they’ll turn to gold.. the friends we make, the love it takes it’s worth it, all this time’ reminds me of karma taking all my friends to the summit.

He has references about fabricated fairytales, half told stories and love being a lie in his music. One or two music videos show a group of people all standing together, uniting to be victorious I believe it’s in ‘we made it’ or ‘silver tongues’. (I am an I think Louis or both Harry and Louis are William Bowery clown, if you can’t tell🤡!! ). Louis has ‘sat down with a master plan’ and TS is a ‘mastermind’, which written on a shirt worn by Louis recently. Louis being with prince william within days of Taylor was so suss to me!!

Sorry that’s so long - I recently have clicked that my two separate interests in Gaylor and Larry come together in so many ways🙊🙊

[ao3feed-larry]

Never enough

by Aquaricorn28

Harry closed his eyes as Louis shot cum all over his face coating his eyelashes and lips in white. After coming down from his high, Louis wiped the cum off Harry’s eyes with two fingers and brought them to Harry’s lips. Harry instinctively opened his mouth and sucked the cum off Louis’ fingers, opening his eyes to look at the love of his life. Louis then gathered the cum at the sides of Harry’s mouth and pushed it inside for Harry to swallow. When his face was somewhat clean, Louis leaned down to look Harry in the eyes.

“Don’t wanna clean you up yet. Not finished with you yeah?”

Or Harry has a week off from tour and spends it with Louis getting fucked.

Words: 2272, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Husbands, Established Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson Calls Harry Styles Pet Names, Harry Styles Calls Louis Tomlinson "Daddy", Spit Kink, Finger Sucking, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Facials, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Married Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Dirty Talk, Face Slapping, Choking, Boys Kissing, Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Harry Styles Loves Louis Tomlinson, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Come Sharing, Spit As Lube

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#5

subverting expectations by @disgruntledkittenface​

Rating: Mature

Category: F/F

Relationship: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional tags: American AU, Girl Direction, Met Gala, Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Nipple Play, Vaginal Fingering, Daddy Kink, Actor Louis Tomlinson, Model Harry Styles

“Do you have a cigarette?”

If Harry thought the question would shock Louis, she would've been wrong. Louis doesn’t even look startled, even though it’s the first time one of them has spoken. She smirks at Harry in the mirror.

“We’re not supposed to do that anymore,” she says, her raspy voice full of mirth. Like she’s amused at Harry or something. “It’s bad for the paintings or whatever.”

“And you’re not a bad girl,” Harry says, turning to face Louis. She leans her hip against the counter, determined to both gain the upper hand and not think about why she wants to. “Right?”

Harry goes to the ladies’ room at the Met Gala expecting a cigarette and a break from the boredom. Instead, she gets Louis.

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169 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

#4

306 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#3

Darling, so it goes by disgruntledkittenface

Harry practically skips up the stairs to his office with Sophia, rejuvenated by the possibility of seeing his Vogue. It’s one thing to know which shot they picked for the cover, but it’s going to be a whole other thing to actually hold the glossy pages in his hands. The shoot had been long and exhausting, and Harry had hated being away from Louis but at the same time he’d loved every minute of it. Some of the choices are going to invite controversy, and Guy from the press office might have a coronary, but it was important to be himself. Trending topics be damned, Harry Styles – soon to be Harry of Monaco – doesn’t care what people think he should or shouldn’t wear, and marrying into a royal family isn’t going to change that.

When they walk into Harry’s office, Mitch is sitting at the small table in the corner looking at one with his coffee cup. His complete and utter lack of enthusiasm does nothing to put a damper on Harry and Sophia’s; Harry drums his fingers against the desk as she carefully opens the small package. A soft gasp escapes her lips when the cover is revealed; the stark black of the headlines that matches the fitted blazer Harry is wearing contrasts nicely with the soft blues and greens in the background. The editors had agreed when Harry requested a bit of whimsy for the cover, knowing how many official portraits would be in his near future, and they’d used a shot where he’s blowing up a small blue balloon. The pose shows off his engagement ring nicely. It’s not immediately evident that what Harry is wearing underneath the jacket is actually a gown, and he holds his breath as Sophia flips through the pages, waiting for her to see the full outfit.

“Mon dieu,” Sophia breathes, lifting the page to get a closer look when she finally gets there. “Harry, this is beautiful. I love this gown on you, so elegant. Is it Gucci?”

“Nice, man,” Mitch says, leaning over Sophia’s shoulder and holding his fist out for Harry to bump. Sophia elbows him without taking her eyes off the magazine. “Sir. That’s nice, sir.”

“Thanks, Mitchell,” Harry says, grinning as he bumps Mitch’s fist with his own. “And yeah, Gucci. It was even more gorgeous in person. You might see it sometime, I think Alessandro is going to give it to me for my archives.”

“Oh, Harry,” Louis says, holding the cover out to admire it. “This is gorgeous, darling. Fit for a prince, indeed.”

“I’m really happy they went with that one,” Harry says, pointing to the large headline on the cover that says just that. “They had a few other options, but none of them felt right.”

“It’s perfect,” Louis says, turning the pages until he reaches the editorial. “That gown is fit for a prince. My prince.”

“Harry, we should frame this,” Sophia suggests, pointing to one of the walls. “We could hang it right there, what do you think?”

“I think that’s perfect.” Harry gently takes the magazine from Louis and hands it back to Sophia. “Would you mind taking care of it? I need to go shower, actually get ready for the day. I’ll be back in like an hour.”

“Or two,” Louis says, taking Harry’s hand in his as he gives him a long once-over. “Let’s just say later.”

“You heard le patron,” Harry laughs, letting Louis drag him out of the office. “I’ll be back later!”

The Grace Kelly AU. 195k.

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314 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#2

baby, you’re the end of june by @disgruntledkittenface​

“Up for it, Harold? We can go over the rundown when we get back. If you’re not busy then.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Harry says, closing his laptop and setting it on Louis’ desk. “It’s just Harry, though.”

“You look like a Harold,” Louis says, standing up and brushing some brownie crumbs off his t-shirt. Harry briefly wonders how he’s still hungry for lunch after demolishing half the plate of brownies as he stands and moves into the hallway. “It’s the cardigan, I think.”

“You guys can flirt on the way,” Niall says over his shoulder, beckoning for them to follow him as he strides down the row of cubicles. “Come on, I’m starving.”

Harry looks at Louis, but he just laughs as they follow Niall. Oh. He thought he’d been picking up a vibe while they hung out, but apparently not. Well, it’s better to know how Louis feels now, so he can nip his growing crush in the bud. Louis is a great guy, at least they can be friends as well as coworkers.

In which Harry courts Louis. Entirely by accident.

Additional tags: American AU, Advertising AU, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Harry Styles, Omega Louis Tomlinson, Courting, Accidental Courting, Scenting, Scent Marking, Protective Harry, Misogyny (see author’s note), Smut, Knotting, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Power Bottom Louis Tomlinson, mentions of Mating Cycles/In Heat

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392 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Darling, so it goes by disgruntledkittenface (195k, E)

Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. He doesn’t think they’ll ever see each other again, but after striking up a correspondence, it turns out they have more in common than he thought. Then they start to fall for each other. Louis is different from anyone Harry has dated before and their relationship moves fast as Harry realizes he’s ready for a change. Soon Harry finds himself adapting to an entirely new life, in a country where he doesn’t know the rules, the customs, even the language. Harry is used to people underestimating him, and he’s more determined than ever to prove them wrong.

He just needs Louis to meet him halfway.

Grace Kelly AU.

Additional tags: Royal AU, Actor Harry Styles, Prince Louis Tomlinson, Famous/Famous AU, Developing Relationship, Long-Distance Relationship, Moving In Together, Louis Tomlinson Calls Harry Styles Pet Names, Meet the Family, Family Dynamics, Communication, Lack of Communication, Conflict, Conflict Resolution, Light Angst, Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Engagement, Royal Wedding, Prince Harry Styles, Family Planning, Past Family Member Death, Original Characters, POV Harry Styles, Alcohol, Drinking, Smut, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Safe Sex, Barebacking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Riding, Anal Plug, Light Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, D/s Undertones, Light Subspace, Light Bondage, Handcuffs, Blindfolds, Spanking, Overstimulation, Harry in Panties, they kind of share that, meaning they’re both verse

written for @onedirectionbigbang​ // featuring art by @hrrytomlinson​

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[1dimagineclub]

Short Daddy Louis Imagine

** SIDE NOTE: (Y/D/N) = Your Daughter’s Name **

“Easter with the Family”

“C’mon (Y/D/N)! Look at all the eggs Freddie has!”, you were visiting Louis’ parent’s for the holiday weekend. Currently, you were sat outside with his mom and sisters as you watched Louis take the kids around the yard searching for eggs. You made sure to take pictures, as the scene was just too cute. Soon enough, all 3 of them were barreling toward you. “Go show mummy what you found!”, both (Y/D/N) and Freddie were in a fit of smiles as they showed you each egg they had found one by one. Days like this were the reason you loved having kids of your own.

[muskaansehdev16]

Harry Styles Daddy Daughter Moments and Brother Sister Moments || One shots/Imagines

You Ask Him if He Loves You

Harry's Daughter's Age - 4 y/o

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Harry's POV

I was sleeping peacefully and have just woken up seeing my beautiful wife sleeping beside me.

Looking at her face just makes me love her more each and everyday. She gave me the beautiful baby girl named 'Darcy Anne Styles' and I couldn't be more happier.

Suddenly, I heard little footsteps in the hallway. As I turned around, I saw my little munchkin coming towards me while rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning kitten, did you sleep good?" I asked her as she climbed on the bed between me and her mother.

"Yes daddy and good morning" She said in her baby voice. I cuddled her into my side and kissed her forehead.

"Are you hungry?" I asked "No not right now daddy" She replied. My wife stirred behind her.

"Good morning mummy" Darcy said and kissed her on her lips. "Good morning baby, good morning babe" My wife greeted me and Darcy with a smile on her face.

"Morning love" I pecked her lips. "I am going to make breakfast, you should go and take a shower. I'll take Darcy downstairs with me" I told her and held Darc in my arms.

She curled up against me and put her head between my neck and shoulder.

I took her downstairs and started to make pancakes. "Daddy, do you love me?" Darcy asked with a sad face.

"Yes love, daddy loves you so so much but why did you ask?" I told her as I frowned. She looked at me and kept quiet but then she got off of the chair and came towards me.

"Daddy, my friend told me that her daddy doesn't love her that is why I asked you if you love me" She explained. I took her in my arms.

"Baby, I love you so much, don't ever think that I don't okay?" I told her and kissed her little sweet lips. She put her head on my shoulder. "I love you too daddy" She said and made my day.

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[madeinth00]

oi gente, queria postar um trecinho bem pequenininho de uma SUPOSTA futura one que eu to me corroendo p escrever…

[harrysgoldenbum]

Their Bond

At first, I had a completely different idea for this blurb, but it ended up becoming something else. I will admit that I am not too sure about the ending, but I can’t complain. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. 

Dad! Harry x reader

warning: none 

5 months back

Harry’s baby was growing up. As soon she turned five the first thing she had demanded her mum and her dad was to sign her up for dance classes. It’s actually a funny story. Little Princess had just woken up early that morning.

Well, earlier than normal.

So much earlier, Harry was slightly upset that he didn’t get the chance for morning nooky. But once her little body climbed onto their bed and tumbled onto Harry, all he could remember was when she was born. She was a premature baby, nearly giving him a heart attack when Y/N went into labor 6 weeks early. But when she came to the world, it was the greatest moment in Harry’s existence (so he says). Little Princess wiggles into Harry’s body to cuddle. She places her head on his chest, tucks one of her hands into her chest, and her other smooths out along Harry’s butterfly tattoo. She extends her little legs across the little space that is between Harry and Y/N and tucks her toes in between her mum’s thighs.

You know, to warm up her tiny toes.

Causing Y/N to flinch.

From the moment the Little Princess had leaped out of her “big girl bed” (Harry hates it when she calls it that) Harry laid awake in bed. So when her tiny hand starts to stroke the wings of the insect, Harry drops his chin to his shoulder and watches her. Her lips are puckered as if she's cooing at the tattoos on his chest. With a small smile gracing his face, Harry glances over at his wife, Y/N has her back to them, but her neck is twisted and she is looking at her baby girl with her daddy. Y/N looks at Harry and blows him a kiss. She turns around, giving him time with their little one.

Harry shifts, kissing his daughter’s head and wishes her a happy birthday. With a giggle, he looks up at her father and cries out in joy “You remembered!”

With a small chuckle, Harry asked her how could he forget the most important day of his life? To which Y/N clears her throat,

“Oh! Is that the only important day of your life?” she asks, teasing Harry.

“Of course not love! You should know better.”

Reaching for her daughter, Y/N tucks Little Princess’s wild, bed hair behind her ear. “Happy Birthday baby.” With a kiss on her nose, Y/N tells her how she is the greatest gift that she had ever received.

Once the formalities are done, the trio gets ready for breakfast. Harry starts to make breakfast when he asks their little girl what she would like for her birthday. For the last three years, Harry and Y/N would get her what she wished for.

Of course, as long as it was a reasonable request.

So when she blurts out that she would like to join a dance class. Harry and YN (to say the least) were in shock.

Now it wasn’t that they couldn’t afford to put her in a class, but rather, they didn’t know that she was interested. Their Little Princess often made it very clear to them about her interests. Like the time she “borrowed” her cousin Joey’s soccer ball (sorry, football). Then promptly asked if she could start playing (much to Harry’s delight!) Or the time she started to beg her nana to let her paint with her too… then on Christmas Day, her grandparents got her an art kit.

That was a complete nightmare… and her bedroom walls can tell you that story.

“Oh! What got you interested in dancing lovie?” Y/N asked

With a giggle, she cries out “Mummy!”, she launches into the story of going over to her Nani’s home and watching home videos. She reveals how her Nani played some videos that showed Y/N getting ready for her recitals and her performances. “She had all the glitter and sparkles in her hair and clothes. Mamma had pretty shoes on and a pretty dress, sometimes mummy would be wearing a shirt and plants- I mean-pants.” She was so excited, she tumbled over her words. She went on to show the different steps she watched Y/N do.

Sitting down at the kitchen table Harry asked his wife how he could have been married to her for seven years and not know that she used to dance. With a shrug, Y/N told him that she didn’t think about it, that it was years ago. But with a sly smirk, she also whispers that dance is also the reason she is so (you know) flexible. Clearing his throat, Harry once again turns his attention to his newly turned five year old.

Hopping off the chair she was sitting on, Harry’s baby moves to climb into her Mama's lap. She starts to fire question after question to Y/N about dance. The kind of dances she did, what was her favorite, does she still remember the moves.  After answering the first few questions, Y/N convinced Little Princess to finish her birthday breakfast.

Humming quietly she scoops her mixed fruit and starts chewing. Looking across the table, Harry looks at his baby. She is looking at both of her parents with her big, starry eyes.

And Harry knows that she will have her birthday wish. How could he not? Especially, with the way she was looking at him like he hung the stars and the moon in the sky.

With a glance toward his wife, she is smiling at him. Content in the presence of her tiny family.

And that’s what they did. Harry and Y/N added their baby into a dance class. She thrived off the confidence that she gained, and the praise her daddy would give her when she would show him the new dance move that was taught in class.

Two weeks ago

When the Little Princess was told that her class was going to have a recital, and all the mummies and daddies would come to watch the class dance, she was over the moon. So, once she made it home,(after eating dinner and taking a bath), she went into her playroom and started making invitations, similar to the ones her Daddy got when he got invited to an award ceremony. She made them for her parents, grandparents, and her favorite cousins. Whenever Harry or Y/N would walk by or check in on her, she would do whatever she could to hide the surprise she was making.

What she didn’t know was that her dance instructor had emailed the parents about the event.

It took her two days of making sure everything was perfect. She snuck her favorite juice boxes into the playroom along with her favorite snacks. Then she used her old Easter baskets (the ones Nana Anne gave her) to place all the goodies in.

That night during dinner she was shaking with anticipation. Once the meal was finished, Harry and Y/N were expecting her to run into her playroom as she had for the previous two days. She stood in the middle of the living room and folded her hands behind her back, waiting patiently for her parents to give her their attention. After a few seconds, Y/N asks her daughter if everything is okay.

“I’m so happy you asked!” she cried out with a slight hop. “I have an imforfant annou-annou… thing to say” she struggled.

“What’s that darling?” Harry encouraged.

“Please stay here!” and ran into her playroom. The parents stayed seated on the couch and watched as their princess came back to the room with a bright pink basket. It was full of juice boxes and her favorite sweets and snacks. In the middle of her goodies was a yellow card.

“This is for you!” She smiles and hands her mamma the basket.

At a loss of words, Y/N takes the basket and sets it between Harry and her. Harry is the first one to react, he asks Little Princess what it was.

“You have to open it, Daddy! I can’t tell you!” she laced her fingers together and rocks on her feet with a happy gleam in her eyes.

Playing along Y/N gets her daughter’s attention by telling her how cute the basket looks. “Who made the arrangement love?”

“I did Mummy!” she informs them with a giggle. She was happy that her parents didn’t figure out that she had been working on this project in her playroom.

“Oh look Y/N! We have been invited to a dance recital! How fun!” Harry shows Y/N the bright yellow card that was covered in colorful glitter pens. In the middle, there was a small girl posing with a tutu on and what would be hair in a bun. I’m sloppy handwriting (but an effort was made to keep the writing neat).

“You are formally invited to my ceremony! It starts at 6:00 p.m. You have to come!”

(she had used Harry’s invites - Y/N always makes it a point to keep them -  to help her write out her invites)

With a slight chuckle, Harry calls his daughter to come to him. She climbs onto the sofa, in between the tiny space that is left between her parents. He grabs hold of her hand and exclaims with the utmost excitement “We will be honored to be there and watch you perform!” (emphasizing on the word perform, not using the word ceremony).

“It sounds like fun! We’ll make sure that we are dressed our absolute best.”

“Good” she responds with absolute seriousness. “Now we have to go to Nana, Nani, and auntie’s house to give them their baskets.”

Y/N manages to convince her to wait until the weekend and starts to get her ready for bed. After kissing her goodnight, the parents move into their bedroom. Harry spends the time he gets ready for bed talking about how much effort Little Princess had put in order to give them the basket.

Present Day

Tonight was the big night. Little Princess was in a frenzy, running from one room to another, trying to make sure she had everything she needed. In her dance bag, she stuffed her hairbrush, hair ties, her favorite stuffed elephant, and two different pairs of shoes.

(most of it being stuff she didn’t need)

Y/N had just finished doing Little Princess’s hair when Harry got home. They were going to have a light “dinner” (if you could call it that… it was more like a snack) and have dinner at Olive Garden.

(the decision was made by their Little Princess since she loves their endless salad so much.)

Harry walked into his bedroom and saw his daughter all dressed up and ready to go. Little Princess hopped off her little stool (well, it was more of a step stool, Y/N uses it to do Little Princess’s hair) and trots over to Harry. Winding her arms around his hips and arching her spine to what seems to be a painful angle, she looks up to him

“Look, Daddy! I did makeup like Mumma and you”

With a light chuckle, Harry comments on how grown up she looks. She gives him a squeeze and skips out of the room. Giving a quick kiss to his wife Harry climbs into the shower.

He comes out of his room and joins his family for the small snack that Y/N prepared.

Y/N spends that time telling her daughter that she might get nervous and might get a funny feeling in her tummy.

“Daddy gets butterflies in his tummy before he steps on to the stage.” Harry inputs, trying to assure his daughter that it’s normal to feel anxious and nervous.

“Daddy, butterflies don’t live in your belly!”

“You’re right,” he laughs. “But you know the funny feeling you get in your belly when you don’t know what’s going to happen next?”

“Mmhmm, like when I do something bad and you and mamma don’t like it.”

With a laugh, Harry picks his little girl up from her stool and seats her on the island counter.

“Is that so,” Harry teases. “Mummy and I want you to know that we are very proud. You are going to do wonderfully when you are on stage.”

“Just remember baby, take a deep breath when you get worried.” Y/N advises.

“Like when my chest hurts?”

Little Princess had asthma, so when she would have trouble breathing, the parents taught her to take deep breaths, and how to use her inhaler.  

“Exactly like that petal.”

On their way to the theater, the whole family met up early to get good seating. Y/N’s mum had pulled out her camcorder and declared that a new tradition was made.

After all Y/N’s mum was a professional ballerina.

The dance teacher stepped out to the stage and gave a brief welcoming speech. She explained the different dances that would be performed that evening. Y/N and Harry’s daughter was the sixth and ninth group to perform.

The married couple and their family sit through the first five performances, as soon as the lights lit up the stage for the sixth time. Harry and Y/N reached for each other's hand in the dim lighting. Front and center was their baby girl. Many children waved at their parents and were slightly distracted.

Even the Little Princess had broken her “serious” face and waved at her mummy and daddy.

Once the music started playing, Y/N’s mum started recording her granddaughter's performance, all while naming off the dance move that was being executed by the little girl. Y/N and Harry could not have been more proud of their baby girl. She had spent hours practicing at home and hours at the dance school learning new moves, all for this night. A total of three minutes and thirty seconds of dancing and then she was done.

That’s exactly what their baby girl did. She danced her heart out, on her two tiny feet, with her hands in the air. When the routine ended, Harry and Y/N saw their little princess looking at them from the corner of her eye, as if to make sure that her mummy and daddy were there. And were paying attention.

She saw Harry and Y/N clapping their hands and smiling proudly at her. They saw their daughter glow from their attention.

Once the recital was over, Little Princess ran over to Harry, she was lifted up into the air and placed onto his hip.

“You did so well baby! I am so proud of you!” Y/N exclaimed as she joined the little bubble or her tiny family. With a quick kiss from both her parents, The Little Princess was put back on the floor to meet the rest of her loved ones.

It was well after the family dinner at Olive Garden.

(and well past bedtime for both Harry and his little girl)

He sat with his daughter on her twin size bed, with her playing with his long fingers. It's these moments that Harry cherishes with his daughter the most. Right before she falls asleep. When her imagination is running and she is telling him a bedtime story. Her voice starts to slur, similar to the way he does when he is tried. He watches his baby fall asleep. He lays with her a while longer, with her still clutching his hand. With a small smile, Harry moves her curly hair from her face and gently kisses her forehead. He slips out of her room and joins his wife in their bed.

20 years later

Y/N stands in front of her husband fixing his bowtie, “are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Harry responds. “I am torn between walking her down the aisle or telling her that she needs to get in the car and that she is grounded.”

Looking down at his wife, he takes hold of her hips “you look beautiful,” he tells Y/N. “Doesn’t she?” Harry asks his son, who is standing off to their side.

“You look pretty mum.” their son confirms.

It's minutes later when his Princess’s wedding party starts to walk down the aisle. It's then Harry sees his eldest daughter. His chest tightens and she looks beautiful. Tears start to pool in his eyes.

“Hi Daddy,” she calls out in a shy voice.

“Hi baby,” Harry whispers. “You look absolutely beautiful.” he pulls her into a tight hug. He tells her how she is one of his greatest accomplishments. He was so proud of her and he knew that her husband-to-be was going to make her the happiest person in the world. “I can not imagine a better someone better for you sweetheart.”

“I love you, dad,” she said in return, choking up with emotion.

Hand in arm, the short walk to the altar was the most difficult thing Harry had ever had to do, but it was his proudest moment. It was at that moment when he realized that his Little Princess grew up faster than he would have liked. He held on tight to the hand that was clutched to his arm. When the father and daughter reached their destination, Harry gave one last hard look at the man that was going to marry his daughter, before he finally kissed her cheek. With the sigh, he sat down next to Y/N. The ceremony was beautiful. Harry managed to shred a tear or two. But for the most part, he was beaming up at his Princess.

At the reception, Harry was able to loosen up a bit (thanks to the booze). When the bride and groom had decided they were ready to leave and went around hugging their family, it was hard for him to let go. But he managed to, knowing that his baby was living about 30 minutes away. When Y/N, Harry, and their son went home that night, Harry was having a hard time falling asleep. Even when Y/N reminded him that their daughter hadn’t lived with them for some time. After an hour and a half of tossing and turning, Harry’s phone rang. Answering quickly, to avoid waking up Y/N.

It was his baby girl.

He felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He kinda realized that he didn’t completely lose his daughter that night. The father and daughter had a nightly ritual, they would call each other, tell them about their day and wish each other goodnight.

That’s exactly what the duo did. She told Harry that she got married that day and that she wasn’t sure if her dad was going to let her. She told him that she is happy and that she can’t wait for what the future holds. She ended the call by telling him that she loves him and will see him in a week. Because you know she is going on her honeymoon.  He tells her that he loves her too and wishes her and her husband safe travels.

“Give everyone my love Dad! Tell mom I’ll call her tomorrow. Talk to you soon!” and ends the call.

With a relieved sigh, Harry puts his phone down and turns to spoon his wife.

“That’s all you needed, wasn’t it. Your nightly phone call.” Y/N teases.

“Hmm, and you will need your morning call.”

Two minutes later, Harry falls asleep.

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My Works

[louisplumpyass]

kiss me once, choke me twice

“I want you to speak, is that understandable for you?” Louis rested his elbows on his knees, watching his husband beg for forgiveness.

“Yes— yes,” Harry said in a hushed tone, eyes falling on his belt.

Louis followed Harry’s eyes and smirked, “Want that, love?”

Nodding his head rapidly, he spoke, “Please, want it.”

kiss me once, choke me twice

Harry watched Louis on the Late Late Show, and Louis is wearing something he was not supposed to, he wore that belt. That fucking belt!

Or

Harry is a bratty princess who wants Louis to get home and give him attention, in ways one can only imagine.

newfic!oneshot <3

[bananaxbee]

That’s Not On Chipotle’s Menu | Larry Stylinson

Pairing: Larry Stylinson

Summary: In which Harry and Louis go out to lunch after not seeing each other for a long time and Harry accidentally lets something slip.

Length: 2K

Also on my Wattpad + AO3 accounts:

Wattpad: 1D_HarryStyles_1D

AO3: xdistorted_cliffordx

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Seeing someone that you haven’t seen in over a year was something that caused high anxiety. You had to make sure that you looked like your life was well put together (even if it was quite the opposite). You had to look good. Like you couldn’t wear your usual t-shirt and raggedy joggers - you had to dress up in a flouncy blouse, freshly pressed skinny jeans, and your best pair of dress shoes or Chelsea boots. It was almost like you had to rebirth yourself so you could impress the socks off of whoever it was that you were meeting with.

If that wasn’t enough stress, it didn’t help that you had been feeling very strongly for that specific friend that you’re going to be meeting with. Especially if you didn’t know for sure what their sexuality was. Especially if you used to have romantic relations with them throughout your time working together.

That was Harry’s case. It was something that was never really put to rest in Harry’s mind. He had always had feelings for Louis, even after the way things had ended. He tried not to let it bother him, just so nobody would be suspicious of anything. They were part of the world’s biggest boy band. Their every move was under the world’s largest microscope at all times. After they had gone on hiatus in 2015, the band had made it a recurring thing that they meet up and hang out with each other at least once a month. It worked well throughout the year, but tapered off towards the end of November 2016 because of scheduling mishaps. Louis and Harry were the only ones that really made the effort after that, only meeting up twice between November 2016 and June 2017. That was the last time that the two had been together.

And the feelings Harry had for him had grown significantly.

He had tried his best to move on from the attraction - he had even tried to start relationships, but they had never gone further than a few dates. He kept comparing them to Louis and reminiscing on the love that they used to share with each other. When Harry took off on his first small venue tour as a solo artist, he gave up on trying to forget him. All of the songs that were on his album were literally all about Louis. It made him think of him more and made him miss him even more. It also didn’t help that Louis was releasing music either. Harry could just have read into it, but he was sure that Miss You was about him. But he was also supposedly back with Eleanor. While the fans came to conclusions that it was just for PR because he was still under a branch of Modest!, Harry was weary that it was real. When they had been together during One Direction, Louis had always shown a type of attraction. Harry wasn’t sure it was a romantic attraction (he hoped that it wasn’t), but the two clicked. They got on really well together and if Harry hadn’t known that it was just a PR stunt to downplay the fans’ suspicions, he would’ve believed that what they had was actually real.

Along with all of the interviews that Louis had done. The seriousness that was in voice when he talked about Larry and how it was basically bullshit...either he was a really good actor or he was being truthful. Harry felt hurt when he would see his responses to the questions. It was as though he was completely forgetting what they had once had together. As if it was just a memory that he wanted to forget. He wouldn’t blame Louis if he wanted to forget part of it. It did hurt to remember certain events that had happened, especially how things had crumbled at the very end. But to be so sour at the mere mention of it? That was what saddened Harry because he valued all of the good memories and his time that he had gotten to spend with Louis.

Harry took a deep breath, shaking himself out of his thoughts. He didn’t want to think about it anymore, especially before he had to see him. He wanted to be happy and excited when they saw each other again - not disgruntled and upset. He went over to the mirror next to the closet and straightened out his outfit one more time and gave his short hair a quick fluff with his hands. He thought he looked good, but he was missing one thing. He went over to his vanity and grabbed the tube of Posie K liquid lipstick, applying a swipe of it to his upper lip before rubbing them together. While he didn’t really care for the Kardashian-Jenner clan that much after the PR stunts, he did enjoy their cosmetic lines. Posie K was the closest to his lip color, but gave off the idea that he was actually wearing makeup.

His phone started to vibrate on the end table with a text. He flipped it over, Louis’ name popping up on the screen with a message beneath it: almost to your place :) xx. Harry’s heart fluttered as he read the signature. It had been so long since he had really texted Louis and when they had set up this lunch date, Harry had been sent into orbit with the amount of feelings and happiness that Louis conjured out of him. If anything, Harry was beyond scared how he was going to act around Louis in person again. He felt like a fangirl meeting her idol for the first time.

Harry grabbed his cologne from its place and gave himself a few extra spritz. He was wearing his favorite pink blouse and he felt like a prince. This was going to hopefully be the best day of his entire life.

There was a series of knocks on the door, causing Harry to prance downstairs from his bedroom and nearly break into a full sprint to the door. However, before he opened it, he let himself pant for a minute and straightened out his blouse once again before twisting the bronze door knob. When he saw the man on the other side, he had to will himself not to squeal or say something that he knew that he would regret.

“Hey, ‘Arry,” Louis greeted with his beautiful smile.

“Hey, Louis. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Harry said, trying to make the words sound casual. “Come in, come in.”

Harry moved out of the way, letting Louis into the penthouse. He watched as he looked around, taking in his surroundings. He turned to Harry, an impressed expression on his face. “You’ve changed the place since the last time that I was here.”

“Eh, it’s mostly just more cleaned up since the last time I had you over,” Harry chuckled.

“Please, you’re the cleanest person I know,” Louis teased.

The two caught up with each other a little bit more. Harry paid close attention to Louis, hanging off his every word as though it would change his life forever. He missed talking to him. There was just something about Louis talking that made it feel like he was telling a story and you were so intrigued, even if he was just telling you what the weather was. There wasn’t any mention of Eleanor, much to Harry’s surprise. He was relieved about it, but he still wasn’t positive if they were together. It was quite selfish of him, he hoped not.

They were seated in Louis’ car, driving through the streets of Los Angeles like it was nothing. It was definitely a different place than London. It didn’t feel homey at all. It felt busy and crowded and most of all, fake. Harry didn’t like that really. The only reason that he had a home there was so he could get out of London when he got annoyed of it there or when he wanted to work with other artists.

“So, where would you like to go for lunch? You’re dressed to the nines and I look like a hot mess compared, so nowhere too fancy,” Louis chuckled.

Harry laughed along with him. “I’m not too picky. I’m not really in the mood for a big and fancy meal if I’m honest. It feels almost superficial to me if we’re just catching up with each other.”

“Ah, yes. That is true,” Louis agreed. Suddenly, his face lit up like he had an idea. “I know a place we can go. I think you’ll like it.”

“Where is it?” Harry wondered.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Louis smirked. “You like Mexican food, yeah?”

“I’m afraid to answer that, but yes…” Harry said cautiously.

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Harry was excited because Louis hadn’t taken him on a surprise lunch/dinner date since…well, since they were in a relationship. It brought back memories for Harry, ones that he was certainly fond of. And for a moment, it felt like old times. He couldn’t help but wonder if Louis was feeling the same way.

Louis took an exit that led into the less uppity part of town. It was a part of town that Harry didn’t go to very often. Not because it wasn’t what people would consider his “class,” but because he didn’t go out that much in L.A. He usually only went to recording studios or agreed to go out to dinner with an artist or someone from his band/management, who always chose to go to expensive and exclusive restaurants. Harry would be just as happy with a dinner from Olive Garden rather than a forty dollar steak that was as big as a baby’s fist.

He slowed down and drove into a parallel spot. Harry looked out the window at the establishment they were parked in front of, quirking his brows. “We’re eating at a tax office?:

Louis rolled his eyes jokingly. “Yes, Harold. We’re going to crunch some numbers. No, we’re going down two buildings.”

Harry giggled and then looked down the walk, his eyes landing on a sign that read “Chipotle.” He shrugged, alright with the choice. While he had never eaten there, he was interested in what they had to offer. “I’ve never eaten there.”

Louis looked at him with wide eyes. “You’ve never eaten here?!”

“Nope. I’ve heard of it, but never got around to trying it,” Harry admitted.

“Well, Haz, we’re going to pop your Chipotle cherry,” Louis encouraged, using his old nickname.

The two got out of the car and walked down the sidewalk until they got to the establishment. Thankfully, they were the only ones in the restaurant. Last Harry heard, the restaurant was always packed and there was always a line/wait for your food. It was a nice surprise. At least they wouldn’t be mauled while they munched on their burritos. Louis motioned to the worker that they were going to need a minute and they both looked up at the menu. However, Harry couldn’t help but look at Louis out of the corner of his eye. There was a small hint of a smile on his face, which made the butterflies in Harry’s stomach flutter furiously. He looked so well rested, so much happier than the last time that Harry had seen him. It was something that was so beautiful.

“What do you want?” Louis whispered to Harry.

Without thinking, Harry blurted in a loud whisper: “You.”

Louis’ head snapped over to him, a look of confusion washing over his intricate features. “What did you say?”

“Uh, I said fondue,” Harry stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Louis snorted. “I don’t think they serve fondue here.”

Way to be subtle, Styles.

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[ao3feed-larry]

Stolen escalade

by jennamaree_x

Louis should have checked it was his car first. Was it a bad mistake or the best worst mistake he would ever make?

Words: 4734, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, The Tomlinson Family

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Smut, One Shot, Larry Stylinson Is Real, CEO Louis Tomlinson, Singer Harry Styles, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Kinky, Dom/sub, Light Dom/sub

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/xVEtmXd

[larryisinlove]

Aclaración: Esta es una traducción, el post original pertenece a @sexatoxbridge X

ASÍ QUE ME ESTÁS DICIENDO QUE TODOS IBAN A CREER QUE …

1. Louis dejó embarazada a alguien con quien no estaba saliendo, y resultó ser que las fotos fueron parte de un pap shot organizado.

2. Louis permaneció completamente en silencio y sus únicas palabras fueron:  “Obviamente, es un momento muy emocionante, así que estoy emocionado, gracias”

3. El futuro padre siguió de fiesta, se llevó a casa a varias chicas, fumaba marihuana y, en general, seguía con su vida de soltero y despreocupada.

4. No se dice nada más sobre el bebé, y muchos reporteros afirmaron que era un tema en la lista negra durante la promoción de MITAM.

5. Literalmente, nadie, desde su numerosa familia, amante de los niños, hasta su compañero de banda, también amante de los niños, Harry Styles, dijo una palabra sobre este bebé. ¿No tuvieron nada que decir sobre esto?

6. Hasta horas antes de este nacimiento, Louis estuvo desfilando con una nueva novia mientras la madre de su bebé pasaba por todo este embarazo por sí misma, sin que Louis nunca diga su nombre o la reconozca como la madre de su hijo.

7. Louis fue a ver el nacimiento de su hijo e inmediatamente pensó, ¿sabes qué haría que este evento de la vida fuera aún mejor? Gafas de sol.

8. Una versión actualizada afirma que Louis, la noche del nacimiento de su primer hijo, decide ir de discotecas a West Hollywood. The Sun afirma que Louis es  un "padre devoto" desde que asistió al parto porque aparentemente todo lo que los hombres tienen que hacer es mostrarse como un padre devoto. 

Después de dejar en blanco las preguntas sobre el bebé horas antes, Louis tuitea que el bebé ha nacido y, minutos después, la cuenta oficial de One Direction tuitea sobre The Brits.

Tweet: “¡Cada voto cuenta! Sigan votando por 1d para ganar el video de artista británico del año en el 2016 @ / brits usando #BRITDRAGMEDOWN”

9. Debido a que un tweet sobre la paternidad no es suficiente después de nueve meses de silencio casi completo, Louis (aparentemente todavía sigue de fiesta en West Hollywood) tuitea "Daddy daddy cool" seguido de una serie de caras sonrientes, sin mencionar a la madre y sin haber dicho ninguna palabra real  sobre este niño.

… Mantén la calma en verdad.

Si bien las historias de la filantropía de Louis y su amor por los niños han sido enterradas, como las afirmaciones de que es un padre mujeriego e indolente han corrido desenfrenadamente, está claro que ha habido un intento constante y agresivo de asesinar por completo el personaje. Si Louis fuera realmente el tipo de persona que actuaría de esta manera, ningún publicista en su sano juicio dejaría que una palabra de eso corriera por los medios y, sin embargo, la gerencia de One Direction ha sido absolutamente negligente en el manejo de la imagen de Louis Tomlinson.

¿Por qué, mientras One Direction estuvo comenzando su pausa, concentraron tanta energía negativa en Louis? 

[matildashoney]

Okay, so tonight my friend and I are getting drunk and watching This Is Us, and I have a thought.

Should I blog whilst I’m watching it? We can all watch together and react and have a bit of fun.

Let me know!

all of my love, caitlin xxx

[muskaansehdev16]

Harry Styles Daddy Daughter Moments/Brother Sister Moments || One Shots/Imagine

When You Have A Nightmare

Harry's Daughter's Age- 4 y/o

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You have just woken up from a nightmare. You are panting and tears are running down your cheeks. Your heart is beating so fast.

You get out of your small fluffy bed and start to walk towards your parents room. You decide not to knock and enter the room quickly.

You get to your dad "Daddy" You say with lower voice but he doesn't hear "Daddy, wake up" You say a little louder this time. He hears you and rolls to the bed side where you are standing.

"What happened baby? Why are you up?" He ask with his husky voice.

"Daddy, I had a nightmare" You start to cry.

"Oh baby don't worry, daddy's here love, no one will hurt you. Daddy will never let something hurt his baby" He says and hugs you tighter. His heart breaks seeing you crying.

"Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight please?" You plead. "Sure sweetie you can, come here" He says and smiles. You lay down with him. His arms secures around you.

"Good night baby, daddy loves you" He says "Good night daddy, I love you" You say while burying your head in his chest and you are out like a light.

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