#louis tomlinson imagine hot

[say-narry]

Christmas' gift

notas da autora: voces pensaram que nao teriam one do louis esse ano, né? Ver a família Tomlinson reunida me da um quentinho no coração, então, resolvi escrever um pouquinho sobre eles. Qualquer comentário ruim sobre qualquer um dos membros da família não será respondido. Estou tentando melhorar as cenas hots, me digam o que acharam e no que eu posso melhorar :D

Contagem de palavras: ~2k

Avisos: conteúdo sexual, sexo desprotegido (não façam isso!), palavrões.

Personagens: louis!marido x leitora!esposa

masterlist | converse comigo

— Ele simplesmente caiu no sono. - Murmurei vendo Freddie resonar em cima de mim.

Era noite véspera de Natal e aniversário de Louis. Estávamos em Doncaster na casa de Lottie, a família Tomlinson resolveu fazer a festa aqui esse ano, já que no último ano havia sido na nossa casa.

Todos estavam conversando logo após seguirem suas tradições como usar pijamas iguais, comer biscoitos confeitados e dar presentes para as crianças.

Eles são a família que eu nunca tive, eu simplesmente amo fazer parte disso.

— Pensei que ele ficaria correndo pra lá e pra cá a noite inteira. – Louis comentou enquanto finalizava sua cerveja.

Seus dedos acariciavam os cabelos macios do filho, os bracinhos de Freddie me apertaram mais ainda enquanto ele ajeitava o rosto pouco acima dos meus seios.

Por mais que o garoto já estivesse grande, nos momentos em família e longe de tudo, ele era o bebê do papai… E meu também.

Desde que eu havia começado meu relacionamento com Louis há alguns anos, Freddie e eu nos demos bem e quando ele passava esse tempo conosco, ele ficava manhoso, mas não de um jeito ruim, ele amava ser o centro das atenções do pai dele.

Eu não julgava, pois sabia como era difícil ter que dividir o pai dele com o resto do mundo boa parte do tempo.

— Ele comeu muitos doces, mas a busca pelo Papai Noel o cansou com toda certeza.

— A busca e o ciúmes. – Louis deixou um beijo na cabeça do menino e um na minha bochecha.

Louis estava sentado virado para o meu lado no sofá, Lottie estava amamentando Lucky em uma das poltronas próxima a nós, as gêmeas haviam colocado Ernest e Doris pra dormir assim que os avós deles se recolheram e agora estavam vendo sobre as fotos que postariam. Mark e Lewis conversavam sobre golfe enquanto finalizavam os respectivos drinks.

— Ciúmes? – Perguntei.

— Do primo. De você com o primo. Do primo comigo. – Louis comentou e arqueou as sombrancelhas como se fosse óbvio.

Revezei meu olhar entre ele e Lottie que concordou com a cabeça apontando pra Lucky.

— Sério? Eu não percebi isso… Estava tão animada em ver vocês com os presentes, comendo o bolo de aniversário, que não prestei atenção.

— Quando você estava com Lucky no colo, Freddie chegou a largar o brinquedo e fechou a cara que nem meu irmão. – Lottie me respondeu e eu fiz uma careta.

— Eu realmente não percebi, pensei que ele já havia acostumado a não ser o nosso único bebê… Mas ele sobre ele fechar a cara com ciúmes, pensei que era algo natural dos Tomlinsons.

Pisquei pra minha cunhada que riu baixinho e Louis deu o dedo, ergui a sombrancelha como se estivesse ficado brava e ele ficou sem graça.

— Desculpe, amor. Força do hábito.

Eu ri concordando e ajeitando meu entiado.

Nos despedimos do pessoal que ainda estava acordado, Freddie ainda estava no meu colo, seus braços presos no meu pescoço e suas pernas enroladas na minha cintura.

Abri a porta do quarto lentamente já que Doris e Ernest já estavam dormindo ali.

Deitei o garotinho na cama e o cobri, deixando um beijinho na cabeça dele. Louis seguiu meus passos fazendo o mesmo.

Passei pelos meus cunhados mais novos e também ajeitei os cobertores.

Fui para meu quarto e depois pro banheiro, escovando os dentes. Louis me acompanhou enquanto via as fotos que as gêmeas haviam enviado no grupo da família.

Coloquei um pijama mais confortável e mais grosso pois a nevasca nessa noite seria intensa.

Enquanto eu ajeitava meu suéter pra por nos meu braços, senti as mãos geladas e um pouco umidas passarem pelas minhas costelas e cruzando na minha barriga.

— Outro presente de aniversário, uh? - Ouvi Louis soltar um risinho sacana enquanto uma mão entrava na minha calcinha e a outra apertava um dos meus seios.

Fechei meus olhos e abaixei meus braços. Afastei um pouco minhas pernas sentindo os dedos de Louis massagearem levemente meu ponto.

— Amor… eu já te dei seu presente de a-aniversário. – Ronronei enquanto sentia o pau endurecido de Louis roçando atrás de mim.

— Por favor, amor? Uh? – Foi a vez de Louis ronronar, seus beijos sendo distribuídos no meu pescoço.

Uma brisa bateu em nós, fazendo meu corpo inteiro arrepiar de frio e como um estalo na minha cabeça, abri meus olhos e voltei a fechar as pernas.

— Estou com frio, baby… – Estiquei meus braços e coloquei o suéter escuro que Lottie havia me presenteado.

Me virei de frente para Louis e percebi suas pupiladas dilatadas e apenas um fino círculo azul de suas iris em volta.

Olhei pra baixo rapidamente e Louis ainda estava excitado e a marca em sua calça de moletom denunciava isso.

— Você vai me negar a fazer amor comigo, S/n? – As mãos de Louis continuavam no meu quadril, seu tom de voz era de indignação. – No meu aniversário?

— Tecnicamente, é aniversário de Jesus, o seu foi ontem. – Joguei meus braços na lateral do pescoço de Louis e o encarei com a sombrancelha direita arqueada.

Louis deu seu famoso sorriso fofo que sua fanbase enlouquecia quando ele dava, mas com certeza ele estava pensando em uma resposta muito boa, eu sabia que ele não se abalaria pela minha brincadeira.

Me pus nas pontas dos pés e dei um selinho tentando desmanchar seu sorriso e até que funcionou.

Louis aprofundou o beijo e eu suspirei, senti uma de suas mãos segurar meu rosto enquanto seu corpo impulsionou o meu para a cama. Fomos caminhando aos tropeços, beijos e risadas. Dei um pulinho e sentei na enorme cama do quarto, Louis ficou entre minhas pernas e se esticou em cima de mim mantendo os braços como escoras.

— Tudo bem, vamos dormir. – Mais um selinho foi dado e Louis saiu de cima de mim.

Novamente, arqueei minha sombrancelha, ele havia desistido facilmente? Muito estranho.

Louis bateu a mão no interruptor e apenas os abajures, um de cada lado da cama, iluminaram o quarto.

Me ajeitei na cama, mas ainda desconfiada da desistência dele. Dobrei o lençol para que Louis se cobrisse mais facilmente.

Pelas sombras e pela movimentação na cama, não demorou muito pra que meu marido se juntasse a mim. Resolvi adiantar o processo e tirei minha calça acompanhada da minha calcinha ficando apenas com o suéter. Virei de lado, ansiosa pra ver a reação de Louis e para o meu alívio, ele me abraçou se tornando a concha maior.

Ele nos cobriu e era possível ouvir apenas nossas respirações e o vento rebatendo contra as janelas.

Eu ainda conseguia sentir o membro de Louis contra minha bunda e agora de alguma forma, eu também estava excitada.

— Meu amor… - Balancei minha bunda contra excitação de Louis, que soltou um suspiro pesado.

— Você está molhada não está, querida? – A voz de Louis saiu rouca, sua mão agarrou meu quadril e me ajudou a me mover contra ele.

Apenas acenei com a cabeça mesmo estando pouco iluminado. A mão de Louis deixou meu quadril e entrou por baixo do meu suéter, seus dedos brincaram com os meus mamilos endurecidos pelo frio e pela excitação.

— Eu sei que está, meu amor, não precisa responder. Minha garota atrevida agora precisa de mim? – Os lábios de Louis que estavam bem próximos da minha orelha, agora estavam distribuindo beijos pelo meu pescoço novamente me fazendo involuntariamente fechar os olhos.

Ainda de lado, Louis deu dois tapinhas rápidos no meu quadril como uma sinalização para que eu parasse. Seus lábios não desgrudaram do meu pescoço, mas eu podia sentir uma movimentação atrás de mim, com certeza era Louis se livrando da parte debaixo do moletom.

— Seja uma boa garota e abra um pouco as pernas, sim? – Louis pediu e eu obedeci, sentindo seu pau invadir e esticar minhas paredes internas. Seu pau quente sendo envolvido pela minha buceta era simplesmente gostoso demais.

A sensação deliciosa me fez puxar o edredom que nos cobria, uma forma de preencher o meu abraço já que Louis estava atrás de mim e também, uma maneira de abafar os gemidos causados pela sensação boa de te-lo dentro de mim.

— Tão gostoso seu pau dentro de mim, amor… Tão bom… – O braço de Louis apertou ainda mais minha cintura com o meu comentário, seu peito colado nas minhas costas e seu quadril batendo implacável contra mim.

— Você gosta, não é? Gosta de se sentir cheia com meu pau? – Sentia meu pescoço suar com os suspiros e beijos de Louis, e eu concordei rapidamente – Que tal darmos um irmão para o nosso garoto, uh? Quero te encher, S/n… Posso gozar dentro? Você vai ser a mamãe do meu bebê?

Um arrepiou grandioso passou por todo meu corpo, a sensação era tão avassaladora que eu não pensei muito além de concordar. Eu fazia controle de natalidade desde sempre, mas já estávamos casados há alguns anos e com certeza ver o bebê de Lottie, despertou isso em Louis.

— Me responda, amor!? – Louis desascelerou suas estocadas e eu revirei os olhos, ele batia contra mim de forma lenta e torturante – Vamos dar um irmão ao Freddie? Uh? Você vai ficar tão linda grávida do nosso bebê, eu vou ser o homem mais feliz desse mundo…

— Sim, amor… Por favor, o que você quiser, mais por favor… – Choraminguei um pouco mais alto enquanto senti uma das mãos de Louis abandonar meu quadril, afastar um pouco minhas pernas e começar a acaricias com as pontas dos dedos meu clítoris.

— Já entendi, gatinha… Fique quietinha pra não acordar a casa toda… – Seus dedos circulavam meu ponto sensível, minha perna levantada tremia, Louis passou o braço que estava apoiado na cama por baixo de mim e sua mão agarrou meu pescoço apertando um pouco.

Meus olhos fecharam fortemente adorando o misto de sensações. Minha unhas pefuraram o edredom enquanto meu corpo ondulava contra o de Louis. Seus gemidos baixos me faziam querer chorar de prazer. Senti meus músculos internos apertarem contra o membro de Louis, meu corpo tremia pela excitação, agora eu estava mais aquecida do que nunca.

Mais duas ou três estocadas, Louis soltou um gemido longo no meu ouvido e senti seu quadril entrar em espasmos, logo o líquido quente e espesso ser atirado dentro de mim.

— Porra… porra… – Os dedos de Louis pararam por alguns segundos e logo voltaram ao trabalho. – Goze pra mim, amor, goza no meu pau!? Sim?

Mordi meus lábios quando senti um tremor no pé da minha barriga e a sensação de relaxamento rebater contra os meus sentidos.

— Minha boa garota… – Louis ainda estava dentro de mim e não parecia querer sair tão cedo. Deitei minha cabeça contra ele, minha visão estava um pouco turva mas eu iria superar. Nós dois estávamos ofegantes. – Tão linda, tão minha… Eu te amo tanto…

— Muito quente, amor… – Meu corpo estava mole e meus sentidos bagunçados.

Louis pareceu entender e me ajudou a tirar o suéter, meu corpo estremeceu novamente devido a temperatura do quarto que estava quente, mas não tanto quanto meu corpo.

Soltei um longo suspiro sentindo Louis nos desconectando, era uma sensação estranha, literalmente um vazio dentro de mim. Ele puxou os grossos cobertores pra cima de nós. Eu conseguia sentir nossos líquidos saindo de mim, mas eu definitivamente não tinha forças pra limpar agora, eu só queria ficar o mais próxima possível do meu marido.

— Lou… – Gemi – Fica aqui? Por favor?

— Claro, meu amor. Só estou nos cobrindo porque não quero que a mãe do meu bebê fique resfriada.

Louis me abraçou novamente por trás, me aconcheguei nele sentindo a levedura vinda do seu corpo, um sorriso nasceu no meu rosto ao imaginar mais um bebê na família.

— Você realmente quer ter um bebê comigo? – Virei meu rosto tentando olha-lo mesmo com pouca luz.

Por mais que já fôssemos casados, eu ainda era um pouco insegura. Louis viajava o tempo todo, obviamente muitas pessoas por ai eram melhores do que eu.

— Todos que você quiser ter comigo, amor. Vai ser meu presente de Natal adiantado do próximo ano! – Ele beijou a ponta do meu nariz – Mas, você vai ter que ajudar com o senhor ciúmes…

Soltei um risinho, concordando com a cabeça.

— Não fale assim do nosso garoto, eu tenho certeza que ele vai ser um ótimo irmão mais velho.

— Sim, estou brincando. - Louis deu o sorriso fofo novamente, eu acariciei seu cabelo e me virei de frente pra ele, encaixando meu rosto entre seu ombro e pescoço. – Feliz Natal, querida.

— Feliz Natal, meu amor. E feliz aniversário, de novo.

Se quiser fazer parte da taglist, me mande uma mensagem! Taglist: @nihstyles @cachinhos-de-harry @zarry-fics @hermionebabygirl186

[sunshineandlyrics]

It really is Written All Over Your Face 💪🏼💔😩

[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.

[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Louis Tomlinson

Premiere

Avisos: Linguagem de baixo calão, conteúdo sexual explicito, +18

✨Não esqueçam de fazer pedidos para a nossa próxima maratona! Estamos ansiosas!✨

— Ansioso? — Perguntei pousando as mãos sobre os ombros tensos do meu namorado. Louis me dirigiu um sorriso nervoso pelo espelho. 

— Pra cacete. — Disse dando um suspiro. 

— Seus fãs vão adorar te conhecer um pouco mais. — Afirmei. 

A estreia do documentário finalmente chegara, e mesmo depois de assisti-lo pelo menos umas 50 vezes, Louis ainda estava com os nervos à flor da pele em expectativa. Ele traria uma nova visão de si mesmo, mostrando a sua legião de fãs partes suas que eles nunca conheceram. A dor do luto, o medo do novo após o final da banda, a decepção de precisar parar a turnê por conta da pandemia. Sua família abriu as portas de sua casa para mostrar um pouco mais do Louis que até então era só nosso. O Louis neto, irmão, namorado e pai. Todas as versões que me cativaram e ganharam de uma vez. 

Meu celular vibrou sobre a mesa, e eu sorri ao ver a mensagem de uma das minhas cunhadas. 

— Sua família chegou. — Avisei, o que o fez engolir em seco mais uma milésima vez. — Posso fazer algo para acalmar você? — Suspirei. Pensei que Louis talvez fosse pedir um copo d’água ou um calmante, mas o sorriso malicioso que se abriu em seus lábios me mostrou que os planos eram outros. 

Antes que eu pudesse dizer algo, o homem se virou, ficando de costas para o espelho. O terno simples e preto era bonito, a camiseta com um decote aberto por baixo deixava as tatuagens em seu peito á mostra, o cabelo perfeitamente penteado e o par de tênis branco dava um leve toque de cor ao visual. Simplesmente lindo. Fodidamente sexy. 

— Está gostando do que vê? — Perguntou em tom malicioso, causando leves arrepios pela minha espinha. 

— Lou. — Tentei soar firme, mas um suspiro alto escapou no momento em que senti seus lábios tocando a pele do meu pescoço. — Louis… — Tentei de novo, sem muito sucesso. 

— Sim? — Provocou, deixando uma trilha úmida com a língua. 

— A premiere já vai começar, precisamos ir. — Resmunguei, me xingando por não conseguir resistir aos seus encantos. 

As mãos fortes apertaram minha cintura, os seus dentes roçaram com leveza na minha pele. Tento manter meus pensamentos em outro lugar, menos provocativo. Mas é tão difícil quando tudo nesse homem me deixa subindo pelas paredes. Chamo seu nome mais uma vez, sentindo meu próprio corpo me trair quando as pernas fraquejam. 

— Tem muita gente lá, não vão sentir a nossa falta… — Ele sussurra, esfregando a barba curta em um ponto sensível entre meu pescoço e o ombro. 

— O documentário é sobre você, claro que vão sentir sua falta. — Ri fraco, meu comentário fazendo-o rir também. 

— Eles podem esperar um pouquinho. — Prendeu o lóbulo da minha orelha entre os dentes, me fazendo soltar um gemido baixinho. — Eu sei que você quer, linda. 

— Alguém pode entrar. — Sussurro, é possível ouvir a movimentação da equipe do lado de fora. Conversas paralelas, muitas pessoas caminhando pra lá e pra cá. 

— Melhor você ficar quietinha então. — A voz baixa soa em meu ouvido. Sem esperar meu próximo argumento, Louis me empurrou em direção da mesa de maquiagem, empurrando tudo para o chão. O barulho alto me deixa em expectativa de que alguém vá entrar e acabar com tudo, mas não, ninguém entra, deixando o meu namorado ainda mais convencido. 

Louis ataca minha boca com a sua, travando uma batalha que eu sei que não tenho como vencer. Meu corpo inteiro entra em combustão, queimando por ele. A língua afoita acaricia a minha sem nenhum cuidado, tomando para si cada um dos meus suspiros murmúrios. Sinto meu vestido ser erguido, o tecido elegante e cravejado de milhões de pequenas pedrinhas brilhantes se acumula em minha cintura, deixando a minúscula calcinha preta à mostra. Com os dedos em cada lado do elástico, Louis arruína a peça, transformando-a em dois pedaços inúteis de renda acumulada em um canto do camarim. Com os dedos longos, ele abre caminho pela minha carne molhada, me fazendo jogar a cabeça para trás e morder a boca com força para me manter quieta. 

— Fazendo esse joguinho quando está tão pronta pra mim, amor… — Louis sussurra com malícia. — Eu deveria punir você por isso… 

— Não temos tempo. — O lembro, desesperada. 

— Você parece bem ansiosa pelo meu pau agora, linda. — Uma risada convencida irrompe. 

— Eu estou. — Admito, encarando as íris azuladas. 

Passando a língua pelos lábios finos, Louis afundou dois dedos em mim, me fazendo revirar os olhos e gemer. 

— Quieta, linda. — Ele avisa, mas sua boca sorri. — Não quer que alguém nos encontre assim, quer? — Nego com a cabeça, muitas vezes mais do que o necessário. 

Com as mãos trêmulas, abro o botão da calça social, empurrando-a junto da cueca para o chão. O membro duro baba pela cena, criando uma gota em sua ponta. Sinto vontade de sugá-lo, mas não há tempo para isso. 

— Em silêncio agora, uh? — Sussurra, esfregando a glande em minha umidade. Assinto com a cabeça, prendendo os lábios dentro da boca, sabendo muito bem a sensação que me atingiria logo. Preciso me controlar quando Louis dá a primeira estocada, todo de uma vez, até o fundo. Um palavrão foge de sua boca antes que ele grude os lábios contra mim. — Não existe calmante melhor do que a sua boceta, amor. 

Com facilidade pela umidade que minha intimidade produz, Louis entra e sai rápido, tomando cuidado para causar o mínimo de ruído possível. Suas mãos espalmam na minha bunda, se enchendo da minha carne. Apoio as mãos em seus ombros, puxando sua boca até a minha. Nossas respirações se misturam, nossos gemidos sofridos se confundem. Ouvimos as pessoas lá fora trabalhando, provavelmente sem imaginar o que se passa aqui dentro. Ondulo meu corpo contra o seu, sentindo seus dedos apertarem ainda mais. Os beijos são desajeitados, os movimentos necessitados, completamente enlouquecedores. Estamos em uma bolha só nossa, os dois atrás de um mesmo objetivo, aquele pelo qual nossos corpos gritam para alcançar. 

Batidas na porta me fazem congelar. Louis para, ainda dentro de mim, respirando fundo pela boca. 

— Louis, precisamos de você no tapete! — Não consigo identificar a pessoa do outro lado. Tento me afastar, mas um sorriso enorme se abre nos lábios do meu namorado. 

— Louis. — Sussurro baixinho, me surpreendendo quando uma de suas mãos tapa a minha boca. Louis sai e entra de uma vez, indo até o lado. Gemo contra a sua pele, agradecendo a mão que impede que me ouçam. 

— Preciso de um minutos, Matt! — Ele grita de volta, mantendo o sorriso sacana quando volta a meter com força. Sempre mantendo o ritmo que me enlouquece, Louis aproxima o rosto do meu, desviando para minha orelha. — Vou fazer você gozar agora, amor. Tente não gritar. — Sua voz tão perto e profunda é a minha ruína. Fecho meus olhos com força. Ainda com sua mão me obrigando a ficar quieta e descendo a outra entre nós dois, fazendo círculos certeiros em meu clitóris. 

Sinto seu membro endurecer e engrossar ainda mais dentro de mim, tão perto do orgasmo quanto eu. Louis morde meu ombro, tentando se manter quieto e então o êxtase chega, me desfazendo em um milhão de pedacinhos devastados. 

Me aperto contra ele, fazendo meu namorado chocar a boca contra a minha com violência. Sinto o momento em que Louis me preenche, soltando os tantos palavrões que compõem seu vasto vocabulário. 

Estamos exaustos, completamente acabados. 

A imagem no espelho me assusta. Existem marcas da boca de Louis por todo o meu colo, minha maquiagem toda está borrada e preciso descer o vestido sobre as coxas sem usar uma calcinha, já que a minha está arruinada. Louis não está muito diferente: seu terno chique amassou, os cabelos totalmente desgrenhados, os lábios inchados pela violência dos nossos beijos. 

— Meu deus. — Sussurro. 

— Foi uma rapidinha proveitosa. — Louis diz feliz, fechando a calça em volta da cintura.

— Eu estou acabada! — Reclamo, tentando imaginar como vou resolver essa situação. 

— Você está linda. — Louis disse passando os braços em minha cintura, me abraçando por traz. 

— Estou com cara de quem transou, Louis! 

— Você acha mesmo que as pessoas não sabem que você é muito bem comida? — Meu namorado sorriu, recebendo um tapa no ombro em resposta. — Okay, eu vou na frente antes que voltem para me procurar. — Suspirou. — Te vejo no tapete? 

— Se eu conseguir ficar apresentável. — Resmunguei, recebendo um beijinho leve na bochecha. — Não se esforce muito, talvez eu fique nervoso mais tarde. — Brincou, piscando um olho e se esquivando do novo tapa que tentei desferir em seu braço. 

Taglist:@cachinhos-de-harry / @say-narry / @lanavelstommo / @nihstyles Quer participar da nossa taglist para ser notificado das próximas postagens? Ou gostaria de falar o que achou desse imagine? Nos mande uma ask! Vamos adorar!

[1dpreferencesbr]

Imagine com Louis Tomlinson

Over and Over Again

n/a: Demorou mas saiu mais um imagine aqui no nosso cantinho, né? Vou começar a tentar postar pelo menos uma vez por semana em cada tumblr, okay? 🥰 Enfim! Espero que gostem desse imagine!

⚠️Esse imagine contém conteúdo sexual explicito e linguagem de baixo calão!⚠️

Contagem de palavras: 3,214

— Como ela está? — Louis perguntou assim que abri a porta.

— Está bem, a febre baixou um pouco. — Falei dando um passo para trás, para que ele entrasse.

— Posso vê-la? 

— Claro. Mas acabei de conseguir fazer com que ela dormisse, se puder tentar não acordá-la. — Pedi fechando a porta, e ele assentiu com a cabeça antes de se dirigir ao quarto da nossa pequena. 

Voltei para a cozinha, terminando de preparar meu jantar. Era a primeira vez que Joann ficava doente desde que eu e Louis nos separamos, o que deixava a saudade do pai ainda maior. Pelo bem da minha filha, dei o braço a torcer e deixei Louis voltar a frequentar a casa que um dia foi nossa, antes que ele jogasse mais de dez anos de relacionamento no lixo por uma loira. 

— Você já a levou em um médico? — Louis disse entrando na cozinha, me tirando dos pensamentos.

— Já. Ele disse que é apenas um resfriado bem forte. — Falei mexendo o molho do macarrão na panela.

— Mas um resfriado a deixaria com febre desse jeito? — Ele disse parando ao meu lado, se escorando na pia. Exatamente como costumava fazer antes. 

— A febre pode ser emocional. — Falei sem encará-lo. — Ela sente a sua falta.

— Eu também sinto. — Louis suspirou longamente. 

— Você pode pegá-la no final de semana, se ela estiver melhor. 

— E fazer o quê? — Pude perceber que ele colocava as mãos nos bolsos da calça.

— O que você sempre fez. — Dei de ombros. — Você pode levá-la ao cinema, ao parque… Quer jantar? — Perguntei misturando o molho ao macarrão, Louis confirmou e foi colocar a mesa, mesmo que eu não pedisse. 

A sensação era estranha demais. Nós dois ali, sentados durante um jantar, ele elogiando minha comida como há muito não fazia. O sentimento de familiaridade com a situação era inevitável, quantas vezes não fizemos aquilo? Mas agora era tudo diferente. Não iriamos deixar a louça para amanhã e sentar para assistir algo na televisão do quarto. Eu não dormiria em seus braços depois de fazer amor a noite toda. Não acordaria com beijos de manhã. Não o ouviria cantando no chuveiro enquanto se arrumava para ir para a gravadora. Ele faria tudo isso. Com outra. 

Era dificil explicar para o idiota do meu coração que Louis não estava ali por sentir a minha falta, ele estava lá por Joann. Por mais que tivesse sido um péssimo marido, ele era um pai excelente.

— Se importa se eu dormir aqui? Quero estar presente quando ela acordar. — Falou enquanto eu lavava o último prato. 

— Sem problemas. — Falei engolindo em seco.

Assim que terminei a louça, dei boa noite a Louis e fui para o quarto, sentindo o coração bater forte no peito. 

Tomei um banho longo e vesti minha camisola. Estava secando o cabelo quando ouvi duas batidas na porta. 

— Entra. — Falei, ainda sentada em frente a penteadeira. Senti meu corpo inteiro tensionar quando vi Louis pelo espelho.

— Eu queria… — Ele começou, engolindo em seco. Desliguei o secador e me virei para ele.

— Aconteceu alguma coisa com Joann? 

— Não, ela está ótima. — Eu podia sentir seus olhos fixos em mim, me lembrando de repente da camisola de cor clara, quase transparente. Senti meu rosto aquecer, e me levantei rapidamente, pegando o robe de seda pendurado no cabideiro ao lado da penteadeira.

— Você queria alguma coisa? — Perguntei terminando de amarrar a peça. 

— É, eu… — Ele disse baixo, se aproximando um pouco. — queria, mas, eu me esqueci do que ia dizer. — Engoli a saliva, quando suas mãos seguraram minha cintura. Meu corpo estava quente, a carência me dominando. — Cheirosa. — Sussurrou, encostando o rosto na curva do meu pescoço, fazendo minhas pernas bambearem. 

— Louis. — Tentei chamar sua atenção, mas aquilo saiu quase como um gemido. Era bom demais ter seus toques depois de tanto tempo. Louis depositou um beijo na pele do meu pescoço, fazendo cada pelinho em meu corpo arrepiar. As mãos ágeis foram para o nó que eu acabara de fazer, puxando a fita e abrindo a peça. Ele empurrou a seda pelos meus ombros, deixando-a cair em meus pés. Com a ponta da língua, ele fez um caminho do meu ombro direito até o lóbulo da minha orelha, onde deixou uma leve mordida.

— Linda. — Sussurrou, me fazendo suspirar. Uma das mãos segurava meu corpo próximo ao dele, e a outra se infiltrou em meus cabelos, dando um leve puxão. Coisa que ele sabia muito bem como me afetava. 

Afastei meu rosto, para olhar o dele. As íris azuis quase cinzas de desejo, a respiração arfante. Louis aproximou seu rosto do meu, roçando a boca na minha, antes de finalmente aprofundar em um beijo. Meu corpo inteiro parecia pegar fogo, cada toque, cada carícia. A saudade gritando em meu peito e o desejo aquecendo o ambiente.

Ainda me beijando, Louis deu passos curtos, me empurrando contra a cama, e deitando em cima de mim. 

Puxei a barra da camiseta branca para cima, jogando o tecido em algum canto no quarto e revelando o tronco muito tatuado. Sempre amei as tatuagens de Louis, foi uma das primeiras coisas que chamou a minha atenção, logo após os olhos azuis como o céu. 

O olhar daquele homem sobre mim sempre fez com que eu me sentisse a mulher mais linda do mundo, a forma como suas mãos me acariciavam com certa força, me apertando contra ele, me fazendo sentir desejada.

Louis voltou a me beijar, infiltrando uma das mãos entre nossos corpos, me tocando em meu ponto sensível, o que me fez arfar.

— Sempre pronta pra mim, linda. — Sussurrou em meu ouvido, me fazendo suspirar ainda mais.

Meu corpo inteiro se arrepiava, queimava sob seus toques. E Louis sabia exatamente onde me tocar para delirar.

Não havia muito tempo para preliminares, Joann poderia acontecer a qualquer momento. E havia saudade demais, desejo demais.

Nos livramos das últimas peças de roupa, e em pouco tempo, Louis estava dentro de mim, me fazendo gemer dentro de sua boca prensada contra a minha.

Ele segurava uma das minhas coxas, apertando com os dedos, minhas unhas arranharam suas costas, e a língua ágil explorando cada canto da minha boca. Suas investidas eram rápidas, necessitadas. Nossos olhos fixos uns nos outros. Frases desconexas fugiam das nossas bocas entre os beijos.

Me sentir vibrar por inteiro quando o orgasmo me atingiu com força, me fazendo gemer seu nome enquanto puxava os cabelos compridos com uma mão e afundava as unhas em seu ombro com a outra. Como se o meu prazer fosse o pontapé final, Louis gozou com força, revirando os olhos e me puxando para mais um beijo delicioso.

Acordei sentindo meu corpo inteiro reclamar. Podia ouvir Louis e Joann conversando na sala, animados. A onda de vergonha me atingiu. Passei a noite com meu ex marido. 

Porra, s/n! 

Tomei um banho rápido, e me vesti de forma confortável antes de sair do quarto. Louis estava sentado no sofá, com uma xícara de café na mão enquanto Joann estava deitada em seu peito e a mamadeira pendurada na boca.

— Bom dia. — Falei me sentindo uma idiota. Louis sorriu, retribuindo o comprimento. 

Praticamente fugi para a cozinha, me servindo de uma xícara de café e torcendo para que tudo aquilo tivesse sido apenas um sonho. Por mais que os chupões em meu pescoço fossem um lembrete bem real.

— Podemos conversar? — Dei um pulo quando a voz de Louis soou atrás de mim. — Não quis te assustar.

— Tudo bem. — Ri pelo nariz. — O que você queria dizer? — Perguntei depois de dar um longo gole na bebida quente.

— Sobre ontem a noite, nós… — Ergui minha mão, pedindo que ele parasse de falar.

— Ontem… foi um erro Louis. — Falei finalmente, fazendo com que ele me encarasse com uma expressão incrédula. — Nós estávamos sensíveis com Joann doente… foi uma recaída, não pode acontecer de novo. 

— Você não está falando sério. — Ele passou uma das mãos pelo cabelo. — s/n! 

— Eu estou sim. Isso não pode se repetir, Louis. — Respirei fundo, tentando recuperar meu ar. — Você só voltou a frequentar essa casa por causa do resfriado da nossa filha, e ontem… foi uma fraqueza.

— Você não pode chamar a nossa melhor noite em anos de fraqueza, cacete! — Seu tom era magoado, e uma risada irônica escapou de mim.

— Exatamente por isso que não pode se repetir, Louis. Acabou, você tem outra pessoa e eu não quero isso pra mim, nem pra Joann.

— De que merda você está falando? — Ele disse se aproximando, me encurralando na mesa entre seus braços. — Eu não tenho ninguém, e você sabe como eu me arrependi, não sabe? 

— Louis. — Seu nome saiu como uma súplica. Ele estava com o nariz colado ao meu, me fazendo fechar os olhos com a sensação.

— Vamos concertar as coisas, amor. — Meu coração apertou quando o antigo apelido saiu de seus lábios.

— Não tem o que concertar, Louis. — Falei o empurrando com cuidado pelos ombros. — Acabou. Em algumas semanas estaremos oficialmente divorciados. — O lembrei, encarando o semblante triste. 

— Ainda dá tempo, amor. Por favor. — Ele sussurrou, os olhos levemente vermelhos como sempre ficava antes de encherem de água. 

— Poderíamos ter todo o tempo do mundo, mas eu ainda estou magoada demais e… eu não confio em você. — Senti a lágrima grossa escorrer em meu rosto. — Vá embora, Louis, por favor. — Falei tentando controlar a emoção na voz. Louis se afastou, suspirando antes de sair da cozinha para se despedir da filha. Assim que ouvi a porta ser fechada, voltei para o meu quarto, afundando na cama e deixando que as lágrimas escorressem. Exatamente como havia feito meses atrás, quando o mandei embora pela primeira vez.

Tudo que eu queria era acreditar em Louis, acreditar que ele ainda me amava e que ainda havia tempo para recuperar o que tínhamos. Mas não era mais assim. Não éramos só nós dois no mundo, havia Joann entre nós. E idas e vindas entre os pais não ajudaria em nada a sua cabecinha. 

Senti a cama afundar levemente, quando a minha pequena se esgueirou, deitando de frente para mim.

— Você está triste porque o papai foi embora de novo? — Ela perguntou. O rosto tão parecido com o do pai, um lembrete constante do que um dia foi o nosso amor.

— Não, pequena. — Suspirei. — A mamãe só está com um pouco de dor de cabeça. — Falei secando meu rosto com a manga da camiseta. 

— Então pede para o papai voltar, ele vai cuidar de você. — Ela disse levando a mão pequenininha para fazer carinho em meu rosto, fazendo meu coração pesar ainda mais. 

Puxei meu bebê para mais perto, apertando-a entre meus braços e sentindo seu cheiro. 

Isso era tudo que eu precisava para seguir em frente. Minha filha.

Dois meses depois.

Respirei fundo, lavando meu rosto depois de vomitar pela quarta vez. Meu corpo inteiro doía, como se uma manada inteira de elefantes tivesse me atropelado sem dó. 

Ouvi a campainha tocar, e olhei para as horas em meu celular, devia ser Louis trazendo Joann do final de semana com sua família. Enxaguei a boca mais uma vez, e saí para atender a porta.

Minha garotinha entrou pulando, feliz, contando tagarelando como havia sido o dia com os tios e o irmão mais velho, enquanto arrastava Louis pela mão para dentro de casa. Freddie entrou em silêncio, e assim que me viu me abraçou apertado. Eu sentia muita falta daquele garoto.

— Mamãe, trouxe um pedaço do bolo da tia Phoebe pra você! — Ela disse abrindo um pote que havia retirado da mochila colorida, o cheiro do doce fazendo meu estômago revirar no mesmo segundo, o que me fez correr para o banheiro pela quinta vez. 

Não havia mais o que vomitar, e a ânsia fazendo meus olhos marejaram. 

— Você está bem? — A voz de Louis soou da porta do banheiro. Joguei água no rosto mais uma vez antes de assentir.

— Comi algo que me fez mal. — Falei tentando regular a respiração.

— Quer que eu te leve em um médico? 

— Não tem necessidade, amanhã já estarei melhor. — Tentei sorrir. — Obrigado.

— Quer que eu leve Joann então? Assim você descansa. — Sugeriu, me dando espaço para sair do banheiro. 

— Não precisa. Já estou me sentindo melhor. — Menti.

— Você está pálida, tem certeza de que não quer ir ao médico? — Ele disse se aproximando, segurando meu rosto entre as mãos. Eu realmente me sentia fraca, não consegui segurar nada em meu estômago o dia inteiro e arrepios se espalharam pela falta de nutrientes. 

— Está tudo bem, Louis. — O tranquilizei. — Obrigado pela preocupação. 

Louis entendeu que aquilo significava o fim do assunto, e bufou antes me soltar. Ele e Freddie se despediram de Joann, antes de sair. 

A noite foi um tormento, a náusea me deixando louca, acompanhada por uma dor de cabeça insuportável. 

Na manhã seguinte, deixei minha menina na escola e fui para uma clínica médica. Torcendo para que fosse apenas uma intoxicação alimentar, por mais que eu reconhecesse os sintomas que já me atormentaram uma vez.

Não. Não. Não. Não.

As lágrimas grossas escorriam, meu coração batia tão forte dentro do peito junto do desespero que me tomava. 

Mandei uma mensagem para Louis, pedindo que fosse buscar Joann na escola, pois não estava em condições de dirigir. 

A campainha tocou, fazendo meu coração dar um salto. 

— Mamãe hoje foi tão divertido! — Minha menina disse pulando pela casa, forcei um sorriso a ela e acariciei os cabelos presos da tiara de laço que combinava com o uniforme.

— Querida, pode ir brincar um pouquinho no seu quarto enquanto a mamãe e o papai conversam? — A garotinha estreitou os olhinhos azuis antes de assentir e sair correndo em direção ao quarto.

— Aconteceu alguma coisa? — Louis disse em tom preocupado, assim que Joann saiu de nosso campo de visão.

— Aconteceu. — Falei sentindo minha voz embargar. Sentei no sofá, escondendo meu rosto entre as mãos. — Eu… — Tentei falar, mas os soluços me impediram. Louis se agachou na minha frente, segurando minhas mãos em uma tentativa de me acalmar.

— O que aconteceu? Você está doente, é isso? É grave? — Começou a desferir as perguntas, tão desesperado quanto eu.

— Não. — Respirei fundo, engolindo a saliva grossa. — Eu estou grávida. — Sussurrei, e Louis paralisou. — Aquela noite… nós esquecemos a camisinha e… — Mais um soluço escapou.

Louis estava parado, congelado, encarando meu rosto sem nem mesmo piscar. As mãos apertando meus pulsos com certa força. Ele estava surtando.

— Me perdoa. — Sussurrei. — Eu…

— Você não fez nada sozinha, s/n. — Ele falou pela primeira vez, depois de longos segundos. Louis se levantou, e sentou ao meu lado no sofá, prendendo o queixo entre os dedos, como sempre fazia quando estava nervoso. Chorei baixinho, meu coração pesado no peito, sem saber sequer o que pensar. O medo gritando em minha cabeça, me deixando zonza. — Caralho. Um filho. — Ele sussurrou, mais para si mesmo. — Um filho… nosso.

— Eu sei que você não queria outro filho agora… — Falei secando meu rosto. — Principalmente nessa situação, o divórcio acabou de sair e… — Tentei achar palavras para explicar, mas não havia explicação. — Mas eu não podia esconder isso de você e…

— Realmente, um filho agora não estava nos meus planos. — Admitiu. — Mas nós vamos dar um jeito nisso. — Ele segurou uma das minhas mãos, entrelaçando os dedos nos meus. — Um filho é sempre uma benção, s/n. E essa criança será tão amada quanto Joann. — Ele levou minha mão até seus lábios, beijando o local.

O apoio de Louis estava sendo fundamental, ele se fazia presente em cada etapa da gestação. Desde as consultas de rotina, ultrassons, exames, até mesmo massagens em meus pés quando estavam muito inchados. Já faziam alguns dias que ele praticamente havia voltado para casa, indo em seu apartamento apenas para pegar algumas mudas de roupa. Joann estava radiante, tanto com a presença do pai quanto com a iminente chegada de Melissa. Teríamos mais uma menina. 

— Isso está ficando bom. — Falei me encostando no batente da porta do quarto da bebê. Louis estava sem camisa, montando o berço com certa dificuldade enquanto Joann estava sentada no chão, lendo as palavras do manual com a habitual dificuldade de uma criança em alfabetização, e Freddie ajudando a irmãzinha com a junção das cílabas.

— Já montei dois berços antes desse, cada um parece mais difícil que o outro. — Disse secando a camada fina de suor que aparecia em sua testa com a parte de trás da mão. 

Antes que eu pudesse fazer mais alguma piada, dei um gritinho quando Melissa deu um chute forte. Louis jogou o martelo no chão, e correu até mim com um olhar aflito no rosto. Ainda faltava algum tempo para que nossa menina viesse ao mundo, mas a cada dia que passava ele se preocupava ainda mais.

— Tudo bem? 

— Tudo. — Suspirei, pegando uma de suas mãos e levando para onde a garotinha chutava. — Sua filha que já está seguindo os passos do pai e se preparando para ser jogadora de futebol. — Louis abriu um sorriso largo, sentindo mais um chute, agora mais fraco.

— Espera sair daí para chutar, amor, assim você machuca a mamãe. — Ele disse acariciando minha barriga, e me fazendo rir. — Você está linda. — Ele disse, olhando em meus olhos.

— Eu estou de pijama, e não existe uma camiseta no meu armário que cubra essa barriga. — Falei em tom de ironia, mas com o coração quentinho pelo elogio.

— Você sabe que pode usar as minhas. — A mão de Louis saiu de minha barriga, indo para as minhas costas e afagando o local. — E você também sabe muito bem que é a mulher mais linda desse mundo. — Meu coração vacilou, como tantas vezes aconteceu nos últimos cinco meses. 

Me afastei de seu toque e fui para o meu quarto, tentando acalmar meu coração dentro do peito.

— Para de fugir assim. Vamos conversar. — Louis disse entrando atrás de mim. 

— Não temos nada para conversar, Louis. 

— É claro que temos, linda. — Ele disse parando a minha frente, acariciando meu rosto com dois dedos. — Esses últimos meses estão sendo ótimos, desde que você me deixou ficar aqui não consigo parar de pensar que não quero ir embora quando Melissa nascer.

— Lou…

— Me escuta. — Ele sussurrou. — Eu amo você, s/a, amo a nossa família, as nossas filhas. Me deixa te provar que eu posso ser o cara que você merece. — Louis falou ainda mais baixo, tocando meu nariz com o seu. — Dá uma chance pro nosso amor, linda. — Eu podia sentir os movimentos de sua boca, roçando contra a minha. — Eu te amo, s/n, amo pra caralho. — Disse me fazendo rir. Louis sempre teve a boca muito suja, por mais que se controlasse quando estava perto das crianças. — O que me diz? Vai dar uma chance pra nós?

— Louis… — Suspirei, me afastando um pouquinho, para conseguir formar os pensamentos com clareza. — Eu juro, que se você sair um pouquinho da linha… — Demonstrei um espaço mínimo com as pontas dos dedos, e ele abriu um sorriso antes mesmo que eu terminasse minha frase, me puxando para perto novamente e finalmente colando nossos lábios após tanto tempo.

Um beijo calmo, que me fez suspirar em seus lábios e nossa pequena se revirar em meu ventre como se soubesse que os pais finalmente fizeram as pazes.

— Freddie! Mamãe e papai estão se beijando! — Quebramos o beijo com uma risada, quando ouvimos a voz de Joann comemorando enquanto corria pela casa.

[jlf23tumble]

I don't think Louis hates taylor, he's a grown ass adult. And yeah he gave sparky responses to harry getting asked about Taylor and he looked pissed off when she mentioned him in that speech but all that happened 13 years ago. Harry and Taylor seem friendly when in public and he always says positive things about her, why would Louis be different. I actually think they could be good friends, louis and taylor both give off don't fuck with me and tell me how to live my life and how to act and who to date and how to handle my career vibes. They both seem like complete opposites to their ex mr. people pleaser I love everyone and want everyone to love me. Louis should take Doris to one of her shows to shut them all up.

I'm hoping, praying, manifesting, whatever else it takes to see Louis with Doris in August (or whenever) at any TSwift show, I'm here for it on all the levels, and honestly, it doesn't seem laughable or impossible for reasons ranging from rando celeb sightings all over the damn place in her audience all the way to him not actively hating her like he's got an ao3 tab on the worst self-insert fic about "management" open from 13 years ago occupying whatever other myriad thoughts probably truly matter to him in his actual lived real life

[grapejuicebluesrry]

28th september fic rec!

merry happy september 28th!!

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

[series] let me see how wild it get (17K) by alwaysxlarrie | @alwaysxlarrie

Harry's success rate with being able to orgasm from masturbation was abysmally low, but she was determined to get there. She tried to actively avoid thinking about the fact that her best friend, Louis, had offered to help her if need be. Key words: tried to.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

[series] Lovers in the Night (46K) by Kiwiwatermelongrapejuice | @kiwiwatermelongrapejuice

Louis mates take him to a strip club and pay for a private lap dance for him as a bit of a laugh between all the lads. What no one anticipated was the fact that Baby was going to be exactly Louis' type. Even more coincidental is that it seems the feeling is mutual.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

I'll be ready - never you fear (112K) by 2Bsodefenceless, scribbleink

Spending his summer by the sea in Lavender Cove, after a fateful accident at work, was nothing Harry had really planned. He also didn’t plan to meet the lifeguard with the captivating blue eyes and the curious, curly dog.

He came to find peace but ended up finding happiness instead.

Or, if happiness comes in form of Louis Tomlinson, welcome it with open arms.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

give you my fever (10K) by beautlouis

And he’s wanted it even more since he met Louis, it's driven him insane, he spends 90% of his life turned on because of Louis and he’s had no relief at all. He’ll wake up at night too hot and itchy, with Louis warm and sweet smelling next to him, and unable to do anything but wank unsuccessfully, with no release.

 

“I can try,” Louis says, close enough that Harry’s eyes cross a little trying to look at him. “I want to, I’ve never been with anybody, like, I’ve snogged people, lots of people, but I’ve never—touched anyone.” He clears his throat. “I’d touch you, Hazza.”

Harry’s breathing picks up. “Yes.” He doesn’t think there was a question but he’s a little overwhelmed. “Yes,” he repeats, dizzy.

 

*x-factor era. harry's never had an orgasm before, louis gives him his first

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

Wake Up All Wet (like we're dripping in gold) (9K) by larry_hiatus | @larry-hiatus

Harry tends to wet the bed sometimes. His boyfriend Louis secretly finds it hot and likes to get off with Harry’s pants while Harry is in the shower. After Harry accidentally gets Louis wet too one night, Louis’ secret alone time doesn’t go quite as planned.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

Louis’ Collarbones Religion (4K) by MartiniBianco

Oh sweet Louis. He's right that the interviewers were ruthless. But that's not what's making Harry restless.

No, it's that damn maroon t-shirt he's wearing. Every little movement he makes, the scoopneck moves and he shows off his collarbones and that damn tattoo. It is what it is. He should have talked Louis that damn tattoo out of his head while he still had the chance – before it taunted him at every possible occasion.

He's shaken out of his daydream by Louis hugging him. “Almost there mate, you can take a warm shower and relax, forget all about those bastard journalists.”

Well, Harry is planning on taking a hot shower. But maybe not exactly like Louis imagines.

---

aka Harry figures out he might not be super straight after obsessing over Louis' collarbones.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

Big Yellow Taxi (171K) by louisismycat (tiflamomet) | @liminalkittyfics / @liminalkitty369

Harry returns to his allotment to find the field next to it has been overrun by a youth football club.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

Sweetest Devotion (61K) by brightgolden | @brightgolden

After his divorce, all Harry wants in life is to provide a stable, loving environment for his three-year-old daughter, Evie.

Never in his wildest dreams has he ever considered that life might come with the presence of his teenage crush — Gemma’s friend from secondary school, Louis Tomlinson.

Luckily, Harry isn’t still pining over him.

Or so he thought.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

baby, you're my only reason (6K) by zouisclimax | @zouisclimax

Harry's famous and Louis' a big fan.

or, "you're a celebrity and you just broke up and i tweeted you a selfie and said "date me" and you thought i was serious?" au

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

stop the world ('cause i wanna get off with you) (12K)by devilinmybrain (venomedveins) | @thedevilinmybrain

Five times Louis and Harry get walked in on at the worst time, and one time Louis makes sure they don't.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

as always, your reward for making it this far 🍿

stat time!

616,829 (69% less than August)

15 fics read (76% less than August)

14 authors (72% less than August)

see you next month :):)

[allwaswell16]

🔔 It's December! That means it's One Direction Advent fic season! Advent fics are generally posted daily from December 1 to December 24/25. Don't forget you can subscribe to the author to get a daily email reminder to read their Advent fic! 🔔

🌟 Baking In December by Itstilliswhatitis

Louis can't believe it! His sisters signed him up for a competition at some bakery and they won! Now he has to spend every day of December baking something with a random dude. Except, the random dude is named Harry and he's hot! Louis realises that this Christmas might be extra special!

🎁 Be Merry All by @justanothershadeofblue {Fic post}

there is a specific sort of oppression that comes with a miserable so-cal christmas, when it’s dark and dirty and rainy or else it's too hot and too bright and everyone’s hustling, and your family is all far away and the laundry machines in your building are broken and you’ve eaten too much take-out and all you want is two seconds of quiet and maybe a morsel of holiday joy.

🕯️ Can I Fly Home by @sadaveniren {Fic post}

“Nothing? A seventy-eight year old woman just gave birth. It’s clearly supernatural stuff at work. How could you say no?” “No.” “Come on, the mystery has to be getting to you just a little.” “Granny being horny isn’t a mystery, Lou. We’re supposed to be on a break until the new year. The real mystery is why you aren’t content to just stay in one place. We’ve hunted everything imaginable to hunt.” “And yet weird shit still ends up happening, fancy that.” He saw Louis change tactics, sticking out his lower lip, pleading. “Please? Check it out with me and then maybe we’ll come back here for Christmas.” AKA Louis and Harry have been hunting together since they were teenagers and it's beginning to take a toll. Harry wants to retire. Louis plans to die hunting. Maybe a "Christmas Miracle" is just what they need. An advent fic.

🦌 Christmas Advent Calendar by enchantedlandcoffee / @alarrylittlechristmas {Fic post}

A collection of holiday drabbles written and posted leading up to Christmas. One posted per day.

🥁 Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 {Fic post}

Hideaway Haven is the place that Louis has always called home. It's also the place that Harry had tried to leave behind him. When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

⛄ the holiday remix - choose ur adventure advent series by warmcuppatea / @hlplease {Fic post}

“I love you so much, yeah? And we’ve talked about moving in together when my lease ends. And we’ll be spending so much time together for the holidays, and you know, we get on so smashingly-” “Louis-” Harry laughed. “Spit it out!” “-So I was thinking,” Louis laughed, rubbing his face. “Fuck, I don’t know why I’m so nervous!” He laughed. “I was thinking we should test-run living together this month.” Harry and Louis are very in love, but moving in together feels huge. So, naturally, Louis has the idea to do a holiday test-run.

🔔I'll Be Home For Christmas by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 {Fic post}

Harry's life seems to be going well. He has a great job working at Festive Furnishings, he has an amazing three year old son called Danny, and his favourite time of the year is approaching. Just as Harry thinks everything is finally going to plan, he finds out that he is going to be losing his home just before Christmas. Louis Tomlinson is happy enough with his lot. He's the CEO of a company he started years ago, Festive Furnishings, he has great colleagues, especially his assistant Harry, and he has the best nephew in the world. But the thing is, Louis is lonely. He has a beautiful house but it's too quiet, especially at this time of year. Not that he'd admit that to anyone. While struggling to find somewhere warm and safe for himself and Danny to stay, Harry makes a decision that might just change the course of everything... and bring himself and Louis closer together as well...

🍪 I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours {Fic post}

Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. When Liam's campaign for serving treats turns into watching a few baking accounts on whichever popular app he's on now, there's one that really gets on Louis' nerves: "I Like Your Styles." With his chipper demeanor and over the top descriptions of the food he makes, Louis is sure that the (unfortunately cute) baker is full of it. Nothing that adorable could possibly be worth the hype. It doesn't actually take much for him to eat his words...and some quality baked goods, while he's at it.

 🎄 kay's 25 days of smutmas by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow {Fic post}

Starting on December 1st, I will be posting a new smut fic everyday until Christmas! These are all one shots of varying lengths and content. As they are posted, I will add the links to this post, summaries and lengths will be included under the break! All fics will be Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson.

💌 Lonely Cards Club by @hellolovers13 {Fic post}

Harry's life in Cardiff is rather uneventful. Until he receives a strange Christmas postcard. It gets even stranger when he finds another one the next day. An Advent story about missed opportunities and second chances.

❤️ Love Actually [L.S.] by @louisthiccsexyglitteryass {Fic post}

Louis Tomlinson has just became Prime Minister of the UK. Harry Styles is a housekeeper at 10 Downing Street. Louis can't help but be enthralled with Harry. But, unfortunately, love has a funny of fucking punching you in the gut.

🎅 Neondiamond's 2023 Christmas Ficlet Party {Fic post}

If you know me at all, you’ll know that two of the things I enjoy most are writing fluffy ficlets, and Christmas. This year, I decided to combine the two and create my own little Christmas ficlet party all throughout December! 8 ficlets, 4 different pairings, many different tropes—all short, fluffy and festive! Perfect for a quick reading break with a warm drink!

☃️ Snow In Love by @lululawrence {Fic post}

Harry and Louis are best friends and have been for basically as long as they can remember. For the first time since middle school, they are both single for the holidays leaving them with the brilliant idea to take each other as their dates to work events. To make things easier they will pretend like they’re dating. But then they learn something funny. People thought they were already dating. Weird. An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

🌲 'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {Fic post}

Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

🔔 they're singing 'deck the halls' (but it's not like christmas at all) by doesanyonehearrunningwotah

Louis Tomlinson is no fan of Christmas. Between his douchebag ex-husband/co-parent, his two teenage kids, and the awful fact of his torn-apart family, the holiday season isn't looking to be all that festive. But maybe a boy's trip with his closest friends will lead him to something that'll make the season a little more bearable. Or the one where Louis' a bit of a grinch, Harry's a gorgeous present, and there's more weight to the past than either of them would like.

❄️ We Can Roll in the Darkness by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 {Fic post}

Top and Bottom Construction Co. - “We’ll get the job done, however you prefer it!” Louis looks up from the flyer, and back at Niall. “You must be joking?” Niall shakes his head, his mischievous grin only going wider. “Nope! I already researched them. They have glowing reviews AND they’re affordable. It’s perfect!” He pauses then to give Louis a cheeky wink. “Besides their website says they’re full service.” (Or the one where Louis and his best mate Niall decide to take the plunge and open a pub. The goal is to open Christmas Day, but the building renovations are proving trickier than expected. Insert: a construction company with a questionable name, a certain curly haired builder who catches Louis’ attention, and a little festive chaos along the way).

✨ You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {Fic post}

Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is. Oh, and the guy who works in conservation at the other end of the building is the most beautiful man Harry's ever seen, even when wielding a hot iron as a weapon. Happy Christmas, here's to many more.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Nothing's Going On -P.G

Warnings: A bit of mature content, nothing too explicit (IT'S SAFE FOR EVERYONE TO READ)

Summary: Your boyfriend catches you reading fan fictions of him and teases you about it

It had all started as a joke. You knew your boyfriend's fangirls wrote some fictions about him (You knew because you also read in your 1D times, Niall Horan's and Louis Tomlinson's fanfic, you could imagine). One day, you were chilling around watching IG when you stumbled with a reel

It had said *POV: Imagine your boyfriend Gavi braging to his mates about you* and there was this video of him talking with Pedri, Balde and Ansu while the author of this edit, edited what they were saying with subtitles underneath.

You awed, it was cute.

Have you heard that saying curiosity killed the cat? Well, that was you at your best moment.

You went in your laptop and opened Google, by the tags on that video you decided to put in the browser *Pablo Gavi x Reader*. Tumblr inmediately appeared with a hundreds of blogs.

You created an account x and started reading.

You gotta admit, these girls had their imagination on the highest level, inventing these amazing stories, backgrounds, edit along with everything else... And you couldn't even know how to start a simple essay

You laughed at some stories, you fell in love with the majority, you felt lust while reading others, hell you even cried with the heartbreaking ones, or what they liked to call Angst. You even found a PEDRI X READER X GAVI POLY

"These girls are crazy in the greatest way ever" You murmured shaking your head

Being on your world, you didn't noticed when your boyfriend came home from his training and was crunched down behind you

"What are you reading?" You heard his voice ask right next to your ear as you yelled out scared

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL-? PABLO!" You shut your laptop down as your hand went to your chest "YOU ALMOST GAVE ME AN ATTACK"

"You're reading fictions about me?" He asked with a smile as you looked at him dead in the eye

"...No" Your doubting tone made him laugh a little

"Why are you doing that?"

"OK, I WAS READING FANFICTIONS ABOUT YOU! IN MY DEFENSE... Your fans are really skilled and lots of them like our relationship" You nod

"Is that it?" He asked laughing

"Ok, an edit appeared in my IG feed so I saw it and curiosity got the best of me. I have spent the whole afternoon reading these things, they're fucking amazing and absolutely gorgeous. There are some other that are way to explicit but still they were sent by God because Gavs... They're incredible. And the angsty ones? OMG...! They are a blessing and- hijo de tu mamá, ¿Te estás burlando de mi?" (Son of your mother, are you laughing at me?)

"You know you've the real Gavi one and that you get to experience the fluff, a few fights and the sex, all of that in reality?"

"I do! But they're amazing" You opened your laptop and showed him another fic. This one was fluff and smutty

After some minutes reading it you were the first one to talk

"See?! It's so well written and the structure, their beggining, the middle and the end it's so precious... Some of these would do great as real writers; don't you think so, baby?"

You turned around facing Gavi who's expression was unreadable "Love?"

"You're right they're pretty amazing" He nods "On the other hand, way too explicit, it feels a little uncomfortable reading all those things about myself and at the same time boosts my ego up" You roll your eyes "Good side of this is that, I can try and do all these things they write, to you" You clenched your tights feeling hot all over your body

"Now?"

"Now" He said as you both jumped off of the couch into your shared bedroom. Laptop and fanfictions long forgotten

Yes, it may have been a bit embarrassing for you the fact your boyfriend saw you reading fanfiction of him, but it was definitely worth it.

°°° °°° °°° °°°

Tag list: @gaviypedrisbride

[larryfanfiction]

Historical Girl Direction

🎀 The Sweet Yoke by little_obelia @littleobelia (1k, T)

Harry prays to Mother Mary, Undoer of Knots, to send a healer to attend to the Order's ailing hens. Mother Superior consults the blessed yellow pages and finds Tomlinson, L., a local veterinarian.

🎀 Oh Valley Girl by LadyLondonderry @londonfoginacup (3k, G)

Out past the rolling hills and the churning sea sits a little fishing village, nestled in a valley where its residents are protected from the elements, as well as from the outside world as a whole. Harry lives in this little fishing village, and she loves nothing more than feeling the earth beneath her and seeing the sky above her and sometimes dreaming of adventure. Then one day a ship arrives.

🎀 Too Great a Temptation by QuickedWeen @becomeawendybird (5k, G)

Harry and Louis attend a fancy dress ball.

🎀 In a Little Bit of Trouble by QuickedWeen @becomeawendybird (5k, T)

Agent Louis Tomlinson is in hot water and finds help in the most unlikely of places: the sweet waitress at her local automat.

🎀 Hoist the Colours High by Kerasines @justlarried (5k, M)

They’re facing each other, closer now, so close, cut off from the world completely, or at least it feels that way. The blanket cages them in, blocks out the moonlight, dulls the sound of the wind, the sea, and the birds coming from outside. The air is hot and musky, but she thinks she could stay under this blanket forever. It’s their own little universe, in here, shared breath and shared heat and shared time. Or: A Girl Direction Pirates of the Caribbean AU featuring Harry as Will Turner, Louis as Elizabeth Swann, swords, and my obsession with girls in men's period clothing.

🎀 Only You (Blue Always Stays True) by BeautifulWisdom @justanotherghostblr (11k, M)

Regency AU. Lady Harriet falls for her sister's best friend the elusive Alpha Lady Louise who couldn't possibly return her tender feelings. Or could she?

🎀 Withdrawal Was the Weeping by QuickedWeen @becomeawendybird (11k, E)

Confined by life and society, Harry spends her Sunday afternoons walking aimlessly about the countryside as it's her only source of freedom. One Sunday she is aided by the most beautiful woman she has ever met, but not everything is as it seems. Was it a trick of the light? Was it Harry's own active imagination? There is nothing to do but try to find her again.

🎀 Harriet and Louise by Blaaake @newleafover (29k, E)

There’s nothing Harriet can do to alter the world, but she can make Louise laugh. A regency-era girl direction AU

🎀 The Changer and the Changed by homosociallyyours @homosociallyyours (59k, M)

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians. Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love. When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene. It’s a time of growth for everyone involved.

🎀 into the great wide open by mixedfandomfics @ficshl (69k, T)

It only took a week or so for Harry to truly get into the routine of life on the road. They woke before dawn each morning, ate a small meal, packed up the tent and rounded up the livestock, all before setting out. On a good day, they could make it twenty miles. There hadn’t been many bad ones, but Louis confessed that on a previous trip there had been a solid week where they hadn’t made it more than five miles a day. Soon, Louis promised, animals would start going lame, and wheels would start breaking, and people would start going hungry. The beginning was the easiest, and the end was doable only because the hope of finishing the trek fueled everyone. It was the middle bit, with the tedious marching hundreds of miles from any settlement, that people succumbed to the journey.

🎀 Among Lavender Fields by homosociallyyours @homosociallyyours (70k, E)

At twenty-one, Louis Tomlinson is more than ready to shed the girl next door image that's been with her since her entry into film in her childhood, but with a mother and father steeped in Hollywood tradition it's felt impossible. Meanwhile, Harry Styles is a young, struggling musician new to London, friendless yet eager for the next phase of her life to begin. When French director Marie Coutard casts the two of them in her film, it's a chance for both to break away from the people they've been. Together, they struggle through an acting process that's new and unfamiliar for both of them, learning more than they could've imagined about themselves along the way. As they spend long days picking lavender and long nights sharing the things they've never been able to tell anyone else, their love blooms. Will the flower fade, or will the love they make among lavender fields be one they carry with them to the end?

[cinemastyles-blog]

Categorized by each of Harry’s Eras

LHH | Frat Boy Harry | Prince Harry | Bandana Harry | Dunkirk Harry | HS1 Harry | Fine Line Harry | Man Bun Harry | Mustache/Quarantine Harry | Harry’s House/ Current Harry | Narry | Zarry

All of these are SMUT one shots unless they say fluff beside them.

The list will be updated as one shots are written.

Niall Horan Smut One Shots -> @wastedonhoran

Louis Tomlinson Smut One Shots -> @holdinonto-heartache

LONG HAIR HARRY

Temporary Fix  

Lights, Camera, Action.

Lights, Camera, Action. Part 2

Lights, Camera, Action. Part 3

Tattooed Harry

Your Brother Will Kill Me

Not A Free Show

You Like That?

Becky’s So Hot

Was It Worth the Wait?

Exploration

FRAT BOY HARRY

Frat House

B.M.W.B  

Game On.

Model For Me

Cherry Pop

What Happens on the Tour Bus, Stays on the Tour Bus.   What Happens on the Tour Bus, Stays on the Tour Bus Part 2

Can I Take You Somewhere?

Isn’t Your Mom Home?

I Love Being in the Band.

And Scene.

PRINCE HARRY

Visiting Home

Visiting Home Part 2

A Friend of Harry’s [Zarry]

Riding the High

Best Tutor Ever

BANDANA HARRY

You Got Me

Make Up

Matter of Time apart 2

DUNKIRK HARRY

Under My Skin

Spill or Fill

Spill or Fill Part 2

Spill or Fill Part 3

One & Done?

Medicine

Assistant C.E.O

Tensions Are High

Teacher’s Lounge

Glad You Passed By

HS1 HARRY

Live in Studio

Live in Studio Part 2

Golden

Red Cuffs

Show Me How You Do It

Kiwi. Part 1 and Part 2

It Pays To Be A Harry Girl

Just A Girl in the Bar

FINE LINE HARRY

Still the One

Still the One Part 2

Loved You First  

Staying Focused

Staying Focused Part 2

To Be So Lonely

MANBUN HARRY

When You Know, You Know.

A-hole to Everyone but You

MUSTACHE/QUARANTINE HARRY

Late Night Talking

Three Plus One fluff blurb

Next Room Over

So, You’re Mr..  

So, You’re Mr.. Part 2

HARRY’S HOUSE/ CURRENT HARRY

Punished

Showered with Love fluff blurb

Iced Vanilla Latte  

We Should[n’t] Be Alone Together 

We Should[n’t] Be Alone Together Part 2

You Think Of Me When Exactly?

Say That Again, Baby

Just Like the Movies?

Just a Guitarist?

BOXER HARRY

Come On, You Got It.

NARRY

When In Rome [Narry]

To Niall, From Harry  

Now, Imagine That With Two

Guess who [Harry, Niall, Zayn]

Touch Each Other

FANFICTION

Two Ghosts [hs]

PRIVATE AFFAIR [h.s]

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

I take requests and my anon is on.

I am open to writing anything your filthy little hearts desire, all you have to do is send them here!

[society-hannah]

Mit Hilfe des Se Discord Channels habe ich eine Liste erstellt, welche top lieblingartists, die se Charaktere hätten, also hier ist es ‼️ (Es ist nur eine Meinung, also nimmt es nicht zu ernst)

Julia ist definitiv ein swiftie. Außerdem hört sie billie eilish und girl in red.

Tahmina hört so Die Ärzte, Red hot chilli peppers und die Spice Girls.

Simon hört definitiv diesen mainstream rap. Er mag kanye West, drake und kendrick. Der beef zwischen drake und kendrick ist für ihn das krasseste, was jemals passiert ist.

Definitiv Beyoncé, Madonna und Adele!

Noah hört Orville Peck, Hozier und Bring me the Horizon.

Seit den letzten Tagen läuft "espresso" von Sabrina carpenter bei nesrin in dauerschleife. Außerdem hört sie Aurora und Avril Lavigne. Manchmal schleicht sich auch ayesha erotica ein, aber nur manchmal!

Was soll ich sagen, mikka liebt die Songs, die minecraft im Spiel drinne hat.

Irgendwo muss Maxi ja ihre Wut auslassen und wo sonst, wenn nicht zu korn oder linkin Park? Wenn sie ausnahmsweise mal gut gelaunt ist, hört sie Lena Meyer-Landrut.

Nura, Nina Chuba, Juju und Sxtn.

Marlon's Musikgeschmack ist sehr vielfältig! Mal hört er joji, mal hört er falco, aber Taylor swift geht bei ihm immer. (Er liebt folklore)

Leon liebt Lady gaga, conan gray und panic at the disco.

Karl hört so diese typische Radio Musik wie Mark foster, Nico santos und Álvaro Soler.

Es wurde von seinen Schauspieler höchstpersönlich confirmed, dass Joshua viele Musik nicht mag, dafür aber Podcast und Hörbücher! Ich sehe ihn aber trotztem bei David Bowie, Marina and the Diamonds und Imagine Dragons.

Joel hört sehr oft "Lotusblume", da dass der lieblingssong seiner Oma ist. Außerdem kann ich ihn mir sehr gut bei Kate Bush vorstellen.

Elly ist nicht sehr originell. Taylor Swift, Ayliva und Harry Styles sind jedenfalls auf jeden ihrer playlists zufinden.

Chiara hört gerne, genauso wie nesrin, Aurora. Außerdem hört sie Anime Intros und Kyary Pamyu Pamyu.

Ava hört gerne, wer hätte es gedacht, Girl in red. Eine weitere Sache, die sie mit Julia teilt! Dazu kommen noch Louis Tomlinson und Luna.

Annika is just a girl ‼️ Sie hört Taylor swift, Olivia rodrigo und lana del rey.

Julia hat colin zu einen swiftie gemacht, er würde das aber niemals zugeben! Was er zugibt, ist, dass er hozier und Stephen Sanchez hört.

[louisupdates]

[Translated from Spanish]

Louis Tomlinson chose Argentina once again to enjoy the time before his show on May 18, nothing more and nothing less than at the Vélez Sarsfield Stadium in front of 40,000 people. His last visit to the country took place under the framework of his concert at the Movistar Arena, in mid-2022 with the presentation of his debut solo album Walls, so the fans wanted to be able to see it again and share some time with him.

To the good luck of those present last weekend at the Four Seasons hotel in Buenos Aires, Louis took some time to greet each and every one of them on the street, where minutes before he had spoken with various media about how he prepares for this great show, which in his own words "is a great leap in his career."

In this show, he will present his latest studio album, Faith In The Future, which has hits such as "Bigger Than Me", "Out Of My System" or "The Greatest" and which he presented in an exclusive listening at The Roxy Bar & Grill at the end of 2022.

You have already stepped on the field of Vélez, you even had the opportunity to score a couple of goals, how did you feel?

Very good to be honest, but I'm not going to lie to you, I think I injured my quadriceps, I'm not very fit these days (laughs). As a soccer fan it's beautiful to be able to play on a field in good condition, I was able to kick some penalties, score a couple of goals... It was a great day.

Especially in Argentina, a country so passionate about football, did you have the opportunity to know anything about our football culture?

Totally, I saw the videos of the celebration of the World Cup, five million people... It was crazy. I love that, football is my other love after music. Having so many people who love the same thing as me makes me feel at home, it's very nice.

When you stepped on the grass, could you imagine how crowded it will be in your show?

It's something very difficult to imagine. You have the idea because you look at the place and you could have the image of what it will be like, but I really don't think you have the true feeling until you go on stage. It's a reaction that is always shocking to me, because although it's real, and you can have an image in your head of what it will look like, you can't imagine how it will feel to get there and go on stage with so many people. I'm excited to be able to feel it.

Did you prepare something special for our audience?

I think I'll probably be bringing... The setlist will be a little different... Maybe bring some of the old songs, make new covers... I would like the show to feel a little different from the last ones we did, so there will be some new additions.

You recently commented that Anitta was your favorite Brazilian singer. We are a little jealous.

It's fair, I get it, I get it. Give me a minute... Where is it? (Take a paper out of your pocket) I have a couple of names... Here I have it, look at this: WOS, Airbag, Cerati, do you see it? Are they okay? I have three here.

From the Movistar Arena two years ago, to this show in Vélez, what differences can you notice?

The truth is that I can't tell you... It seems that I made a very good record, and the jump is huge. It's something I don't know what to expect, because since I didn't know what my first show would be like, I wasn't very aware of what the evolution would be like from there. I feel very grateful to be able to be in these beautiful places, the stadiums, the arenas... I feel very lucky to be able to have the opportunity to do it again.

Throughout your career you have been present multiple times in both the Hot 100 and the Hot 100 Argentina, is it something that worries you when it comes to creating songs?

It's something I try not to be too worried about. I think that sometimes, when you try to create something for playlists, for radio or something similar, the panorama of the imagination changes because it becomes a more linear path. I was particularly enjoying writing a lot, regardless of the success that the track will have. A lot of what I do when I write is oriented to the live show, and later it is molded for the radio.

Are you working on something special for this year?

I wrote about four or five songs for the new album. By the end of this year, I think I'm going to start writing a lot more, with the intention of presenting a new album next year.

[yourlocalsmutslut]

The high (pt.2)

pairing: Louis Tomlinson x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, swearing, praise kink

A/N: first time writing smut, so if it's shit, I'm sorry. Also it's not prof read.

The rest of the show felt like eternity. But the last song started playing. finally. Louis looks over at you with a face you've never seen. His eyes have darkened since the last time you've seen them, and you can't help but feel more turned on by it.

The song has ended and we are all saying our goodbyes to the fans. When walking off the stage you can feel Louis staring at you. Intensely. You're so worked up and Louis isn't helping one bit. All you want to do is jump on him and fuck him right here, not even caring if everyone sees. But you decide that maybe that's a bit too much. Just when you've calmed down a but Louis has the nerve to talk to you. "I can see how worked up you are. Just wait until I actually touch you, pretty girl", fuck. Now you're dripping. You have no clue how much longer you can last.

Louis sees the frustration and lust in your face and he enjoys it so much. He enjoys the way he can have you so hot and bothered by just a couple words. He can't help but smirk. And you see it. The smirk. The one that completely destroys you. shit. god, just touch me already, you think to yourself. "You're so hot when you're auroused", Louis whispers in your ear with a slutty tone. "Shut the fuck up", you reply, agitated. You're about 2 seconds from ripping his clothes off and he's not helping one bit.

Thank god you've just arrived at the hotel. finally. I can't wait t- "Hey, we're gonna hang out up in my room. Ya wanna come?" Liam interrupts your thought. Before you can process what he said Louis responds with "Nah man, I'm actually proper tired", yes. "How 'bout you, y/n?", Liam asks. "Mh, I'm exhausted, but we can hang out tomorrow !" "Alright, see you two tomorrow"

Louis and you walk to the elevator. Both of you step in and you press the number 3, indicating the 3rd floor. As soon as the door closes, Louis slams you against the elevator wall. fuck yes. "You've got me so worked up I can barely speak y/n", he says with a rushed voice. He wants you bad. Needs you. Craves you. He suddenly smashes his lips on yours. Your mouths combing. Moving in sync. Like this is how it's meant to be. You can't help but moan into the kiss when he sticks his tongue in your mouth. Roaming and exploring it like it's his property. He kisses down to your neck. Once he reaches it he sucks and bites. Marking you as his. He's an animal. "I need you in me. Please", you beg. And as soon as he was about to do something the elevator doors open.

He takes your hand and rushes to your room. The key card swipes and the door opens. And with that opens a hungry, deprived Louis. Without a second thought he pulls you to the bed. You're laying on the bed whilst he's towering over you. Kissing you. So hard. So hungry. Needy. It's everything you've ever imagined. He detaches his lips from yours. A whine slips from your mouth only making his hunger grow. "Clothes off. Now" You immediately start taking your clothes off, eager to feel him. Once you're fully naked he admires you. "God you're beautiful", making you blush. He swiftly takes his top off, allowing you to see his gorgeous body. You can't take it anymore. "please" you say with desperation. "Please what, baby?" you whine. "Use your words beautiful" this man is something else. "Please touch me. Fill me. Do anything. I just need you", you plead. "Oh, baby, I'm going to touch you everywhere" He takes his pants off. His hard dick more visible than ever.

He kisses you again. This one more passionate. Slower but just as good. He kisses your jaw, moving to your neck, down to your breasts. One he reaches your breasts he sucks your left nipple vigorously. As his tongue works on the left, his hands kneads the right. You moan at the feeling. But it's not enough. You need more. And just like he read you mind, he moves down. Right near where you need him most. He kisses your thighs. Slowly moving closer to your aching vagina. Then, without warning, he sucks on your clit. The unexpected feeling making you moan loudly. Your moans only turn Louis on more. He needs to hear it again. So he continues to work. Sucking and nipping at your clit. "Oh fuck baby. This f-feels so good", you barely manage to get the sentence out. Louis grunts. Loving the way he makes you feel. He slides his tongue across your folds. Tasting you. "You taste amazing", his words ringing in your ears. He sticks two fingers in you. The moan you let out echoing against the walls. "Fuck babe. Your pretty noises are making me so hard" You moan louder at the thought of his dick. He continues to pump his fingers in you, never slowing down. Hitting your g-spot every time his fingers thrust into you. You feel the familiar sensation in your stomach riding, indicating you're about to cum. Louis knows it by the way your pussy is clenching around his fingers. You moan out, "I'm about to come Louis" "I know, love. C'mon, give it to me." And with that you came undone. Your high hitting you. You moan and whine at the amazing sensation. Feeling so euphoric. Louis continues to pump his fingers into you, carrying you through your high.

Once you've calmed down he pulls his fingers out, making you whine. He kisses you and you're able to taste yourself on him. He using one hand to cup your face and the other to hold his body weight up. "You did so good f'me, love. Think you have another round in you?" You nod, unable to form words from his previous actions. "Good girl" He pulls his boxers down and you're finally able to see him. wow. He's bigger than you expected. Much bigger. "Take a picture, it'll last long" Louis says with a wink. Making you blush. You didn't even notice you were staring until he pointed it out. He leans over you and lines himself up with your entrance. Before he's able to enter, you cup his face and kiss him passionately. The kiss so breathtaking. He slowly slides into you making you moan into the kiss, allowing him to stick his tongue into your mouth. Once he bottoms out he slowly pulls out and then goes back in. "Fuck. Your pussy is so tight." He grunts, the feeling making him crazy.

Once you've adjusted to his size, the slow pace is agonizing. "Faster" Louis doesn't hesitate to go faster. He thrusts into you hard and fast. "Oh god!", you scream. Both of your curses and moans fill the room. He reaches down and rubs your clit. The sensation is building up in your stomach once again. Your pussy throbs and clenches onto his dick. Louis leans down and whispers praises into your ear. "You're doing so good." "You're so fucking beautiful like this", the praises only making your pussy flutter more. He continues to thrust hard into you as he sucks onto your neck. Leaving bruises. Marking his territory. With his pace it's only a matter of seconds until you cum again. Your moans and whines becoming louder. "Hold on babe, I'm almost there", he grunts into your ear. A few deep thrusts later and he says 'Now. Cum for me darling", the minute the words leave his mouth you come undone. Louis didn't cum too long after. Both of you reaching your highs. Louis slowed down as both of you settled down. He slowly pull out and flops next to you. Both of you in a hazy state. After a minute of laying there, Louis speaks up, "God, you're beautiful" You didn't even know he was looking at you because you're so fucked out. You turn to him flustered and kiss him. This kiss was much different. It wasn't needy, it was contentment. In that moment both of you know that you never want leave each others side.

[theficpusher]

Counteract by YesIsAWorld | E | 1883 Louis comes up with a plan to get Harry's attention.

don't care if you're too loud by disgruntledkittenface | M | 2495 Inspired by this tweet

Missed Connection by Kingsofeverything | M | 2997 Harry is absolutely clueless when it comes to figuring out if other guys are into him, so he enlists his friend Niall to assist. That may or may not be a mistake.

you got what i need by jaerie | E | 3307 Harry loves his husband Louis, but his personal trainer Liam just gives him something he needs to start his day. Turns out Louis needs the same thing. Oddly enough, they get it from the same source.

breakfast of champions by turnyourankle | E | 6453 An injury relegates Harry to the weight room; Louis wears a lot of interesting shirts. AKA Harry and Louis are gym buddies.

Members Only by kikikryslee | M | 14484 “Well, I’m gonna go work out now, so…” Harry said, his voice trailing off. Louis nodded. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Go get, uh, you know, strong and buff.” What? Louis wanted to die. “Um, thanks?” Harry said. “Um…” Without another word, Harry walked away from the desk. Louis pinched his thigh – hard – hoping that was some terrible, awkward nightmare that he might soon wake up from. --- Or, the one where Louis works at Harry's new gym and neither one of them knows how to hold a coherent conversation with the other.

A blur of different faces but none of them were you by Rearviewdreamer | M | 22307 Harry thought he had this whole personal training thing down until a boy with blue eyes wanders into his gym. or Harry is Louis' trainer at the gym and Niall is a horrible insult to physically fit people everywhere.

We Can Work It Out by kassio | E | 24390 Louis Tomlinson had big plans for his last year of uni. He was going to hit the gym, he was going to get hot, and he was finally going to catch the eye of the girl of his dreams. Enter Harry Styles, friend-of-a-friend and part-time personal trainer. Falling for him was never part of Louis’ plan.

The Habit I Can't Break by Cyantific | E | 63140 While searching for a healthy alternative to fill the void that one habit left, Louis gets hooked on something and someone totally different. This new experience pushes him way out of his comfort zone, making Louis realize he’s capable of so much more than he could’ve ever imagined. Or… The one where Louis quits smoking and tries to get healthy, and Harry is the fitness instructor who helps him achieve those goals while making him sweat in and out of the gym. In which Harry and Louis still meet at bootcamp, just not the one you’re thinking of. Featuring Lottie as the supportive sister who drags her brother to bootcamp class, Louis as the grumpy (and very recent) ex-smoker, and Harry as the instructor with exhausting amounts of enthusiasm and one obnoxious pair of yellow trainers.

[seekforwarmth]

hello and welcome to this month’s fic rec featuring works that i’ve read and loved during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! 🔒 = only for ao3 users rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —

໑ Do You See What I See by @allwaswell16 (T, 2k, acquaintances, veterinarian au, stray animals, vet louis) such a fun and sweet fic! Harry is so relatable because who wouldn’t want to see Dr Tomlinson as often as possible?

໑ If you like makin' love at midnight by Crlyhairedcunt / @larringiscaring (E, 2k, established relationship, domestic fluff) really cute story based on the “Piña Colada” song.

໑ Feeling, Fucking, and Falling in Love by imtiredanditswinter (NR, 2k, established relationship, historial au, pwp, read tags) i just want to make a disclaimer that even though the tags say “servant Harry”, it doesn’t mean there’s coercion for the things that happen between him and louis. having said that, this was very hot and if you enjoy smut with feelings, you’ll like this one.

໑ nights like these by localopa / @voulezloux (G, 3.7k, strangers to lovers, poor louis) this story has definitely give a new perspective (for me) to the song “Silver Tongues”. it’s so beautifully written and the angst is delicious.

໑ There's More Than Meets The Eye by @faithinwalls369 (NR, 4.5k, strangers to lovers, blind date, blindfold) such a sweet story abt a unique first date! the descriptions were so on point, and the characters were delightful!

໑ one chance (kiss him you fool) by localopa / @voulezloux (M, 5.5k, friends to lovers, 5+1 things, pining) this so fun and entertaining, and heartbreaking too with each time Louis’ intentions failed. i loved how the author portrayed Louis’ feelings.

໑ Hate is a Strong Word by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo (T, 8.7k, coworkers, hate to love, office au) this was so entertaining and funny! i feel like what made it better was to have both POVs. if you enjoy the coworkers trope, you’ll truly enjoy this one!

໑ I Still Crave It by @germericangirl (E, 16k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, chemist harry, scenting) this was so fun! i loved Louis’ obliviousness of his own feelings and the ending was very sweet.

໑ i’m still standing (after all this time) by localopa / @voulezloux (M, 22.5k, strangers to lovers, music industry au, pop punk louis, pop harry, read tags and author’s note) this was so painful to get through but i knew it would eventually get better. just bare in mind the tags please. over all, there were so great nizouis moments and the chemistry between Harry and Louis was through the roof.

໑ Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) by bluegreenish / @greenblueish (E, 28k, exes to lovers (kind of), hospital au, nurse louis, doctor harry, read tags and author’s note) i absolutely loved this rendition of “Saturdays”, it hurt just in the right ways and the conclusion of the story was better than i could’ve imagined.

໑ The Prince Of Light by @jacaranda-bloom (E, 35.7k, strangers to lovers, fantasy au, garden fairies, world building, mentions of war, read tags) i don’t know how to express what i feel about this fic because it’s so precious! it made me feel warm all over, and it made me feel like living in a magic world. if you like fantasy, you’ll love this one.

໑ Where I End and You Begin by @starryhazelou (E, 42.7k, strangers to lovers, famous/non-famous, rock star harry, mua louis, please read tags and author’s notes) absolutely fantastic from start to finish. the characterisations and the details on the timeline and outfits were perfect. the tension between Louis and Harry was driving me crazy, and then the angst… it was the kind that gives you a weird feeling in your stomach, it doesn’t hurt (at least to me) a lot but it’s there.

໑ Darkest Before the Dawn by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose (E, 50.5k, enemies to lovers, university au, fashion designer harry, fashion designer louis, grief, read tags and author’s note) this was quite the journey. the tension between the main characters felt so real but i think what i liked the most about this story is the talk about grief. it’s a very sincere and realistic piece of work so you should definitely check it out.

໑ And What If I Were You by @jacaranda-bloom (E, 110k, exes to lovers, famous/non-famous au, actor harry, artist louis, blind louis) if there’s one thing you can expect from this author is to end up with a little piece of her heart with each work, and this is no exception. the story was so well structured and you can see the world through Louis’ eyes even if it sounds crazy, but the best part is that you can also see it on Harry’s and you, as well as him, will realise how normal is not for everyone. the art for the fic is spectacular!

໑ Say It Somehow by frenchkiss / @lesbidirection (E, 129k, strangers to lovers, theatre au, actor louis, technician harry, musical references) i’m in love with this author’s writing. this fic felt like watching a show, it had everything and was very entertaining. the characters were so good to each other, but in a very human non-perfect way. and at the same time, the story explores what it’s like to work in theatre from someone with experience so if you like theatre AND you like love stories, you’ll love this one!

— rare pairs / categories —  

໑ We Can Enjoy It by @wemadethishome (zayn/liam, G, 715, established relationship, footballer liam, fluff) i sent a prompt to Hani abt these two playing fifa together and it was more than i could’ve expected! it’s so cute and soft, go check it out.

໑ The Full Carnival Experience by cherrylarry / @beelou (harry/luke hemmings, G, 2.4k, established relationship, carnival, fluff) this was so sweet and made me believe in the magic of carnivals again.

໑ The Gestalt of a Person by Stria (Asia117) / @nooradeservedbetter (zayn/niall, G, 2.5k, established relationship, character study, islam, homophobia) this was a beautiful story. i felt so much for Zayn, but i learned a lot through him.

໑ give me life, give me pain, give me myself again by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution (louis/joel miller, E, 2.9k, the last of us au, drama) Joel fans, you’ll love this. i don’t know much abt tlou but i felt like the vibes were amazing.

໑ the devil's backbone by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses (louis/pedro pascal, M, 9.7k, enemies to friends to lovers, historical au (1925), violence) this was so good. this author is great with historical fics, and this was no exception! the story was so well detailed and it was written with great detail without overdoing it. there’s period typical violence and mentions of past relationships and abuse.

໑ 🔒 I Couldn't Write You Off If I Tried by @homosociallyyours (girl direction marcel/louis, M, 11.4k, strangers to lovers, accountant marcel, stripper louis, taxes) the only thing i can say for myself is that this is the first time i cry because of taxes. this was sweet, soft, and sexy.

໑ The Light Out In The Madness (Hold Tight) by @lalalaartje (niall/louis, E, 46.6k, roommates to lovers, uni au, fake pretend relationship, read tags) absolutely loved this story. i could experience the beginning of their friendship and how it kept growing and growing. the fic has so many iconic moments so make sure to check it out!