#louis blurbs

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hi for the first tomlinson!sister blurb maybe like her and harry’s relationship during the years? her relationship with her family and louis idk lol im bad at coming up with ideas 😭

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anniversary masterlist is here !!

welcome to the first blurb of the week all for my first anniversary 💞 i hope you enjoy it just as much as i had creating it <3

authors note - thanks to whoever came up with this gorgeous idea it’s definitely a good one so i hope i somehow did it justice💗💗 when it comes to the tragic passings of johannah and felicity, i decided not to use there photos in this just to respect the privacy of the tomlinson family🙏

2010,

MARCH. (account private.)

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yourinstagram, good luck lou! can’t believe that my brother is auditioning for the x-factor i know for a fact that your going to smash it ❤️

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yourfriend, good luck louis!

mrsjohannahdeakin, can’t believe my baby boys doing this ❤️

yourfriend, wait what? how did i not know he was auditioning??

yourfriend, good luck

yourfriend, so that’s why your not in school today?

DECEMBER.

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gemmastyles, get a room

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gemmasfriend, can’t believe how famous harry is now

gemmasfriend, cuties

annetwist, all i see is a bunch of cuties

mrsjohannahdeakin, the cutest babies ever

gemmasfriend, Harry’s got a gf?

yourinstagram, gem!

2011,

SEPTEMBER. (account still private.)

liked by yourfriend, mrsjohannahdeakin and 56 others.

yourinstagram, so guess who appeared in her brothers music video? this girl and it was everything and more. if your my friend then you’ll go and stream it right now 💞

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yourfriend, this song is such a bop

yourfriend, im so jealous that you got to be that close to Harry 😮‍💨

yourinstagram, 🫣🫣

mrsjohannahdeakin, super proud of the boys for this

yourfriend, this song is so good like your brother and his friends are geniuses

2012,

FEBRUARY. (Account Still Private.)

liked by lottietomlinson, mrsjohannahdeakin and 198 others.

yourinstagram, birthday meal for the birthday boy happy eighteenth to my curly headed friend🎉🎂

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yourfriend, still can’t believe that your friends with the one direction boys

yourfriend, happy birthday harry

mrsjohannahdeakin, happy birthday harry feels like it was just yesterday that I met little sixteen year old you for the very first time

yourinstagram, he just read this and is blushing right infront of me

yourfriend, happy birthday

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enews, harry styles and his band mates little sister (yn) spotted getting cosy after leaving a restaurant together. read more at the link in our bio. 🔗

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username, wtf? that’s his bestfriends sister

username, the way he’s holding her in the third picture

username, this is kinda gross

username, why would she do that to louis?

username, wasn’t it his birthday yesterday?

username, and they were the only two who went out to celebrate so it was obviously a date

username, there actually cute

2013.

AUGUST.

“Homes always been a special place to me,”Harry spoke into the camera, head resting in the palm of his hand.

“I’ve taken a few people there but only people that mean something special to me, and yeah you could say that one of those people is (Y/N),” A soft smile formed on his face. “She just understands this life y’know like because of her brother being Lou.”

A cease formed in his brow. “Although telling Louis that I was dating his sister was something I wish I could go back and never have to do.”

“Only joking, he actually did take it pretty well to be fair,” he let out a soft laugh. “Let’s just say I didn’t end up with a black eye.”

— Harry referring to (Y/N) Tomlinson in This Is Us.

2014.

JUNE. (account public.)

liked by harrystyles, louist91 and 10,476 others.

yourinstagram, fangirling proper rn because i’ve just met five seconds of summer and I don’t exactly know how to cope knowing i was stood right next to luke hemmings 😳

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username, this girl is living all of our fantasies right now

username, Callum’s a proper fitty

harrystyles, luke hemmings? not like you’ve got me or anything

yourinstagram, but his accent…

harrystyles, heyyyy

username, your adorable

username, i want to live your life

username, how does it feel girly??

2015,

APRIL.

enews, harry styles and (y/n) tomlinson spark engagement rumours just weeks after band mate zayn malik leaves the group. read more at the link in our bio. 🔗

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username, good for them i guess

username, hope this is true there my faves 🙏

username, she’s not even that pretty 🤷‍♀️

username, excuse you! but just because she’s dating someone that you find attractive doesn’t mean that you can be so mean to someone

username, aren’t they a little young?

username, ayyo

username, childhood sweethearts and all that jazz

username, defo a PR stunt

username, one that’s been going on for five years?

2016,

JANUARY.

liked by annetwist, taylorswift and 234,619 others.

yourinstagram, welcome to the world our darling nephew, freddie reign tomlinson, auntie and uncle adore you so much ❤️💗

tagged, louist91 and brianasrealaccount

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username, freddie 😭

lottietomlinson, can’t believe you met him before me ☹️

username, love how she said ‘our nephew’ instead of ‘my nephew’

username, harry holding a baby is something i never knew i needed

username, imagine when him and (y/n) have kids

username, welcome to the world freddie!

username, he’s so cute!

harrystyles, he definitely likes me more.

yourinstagram, in your dreams lover boy

username, there banter >>>>

DECEMBER.

liked by yourfriend, zayn and 1,345,329 others.

yourinstagram, Mum, I miss you.

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2017,

APRIL.

liked by yourinstagram, lottietomlinson and 2,464,924 others.

harrystyles, SIGN.OF.THE.TIMES // 7.APRIL. 17 //

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username, oh this is gonna be good

username, this songs is gonna be iconic just y’all wait

yourinstagram, so proud h! ❤️

harrystyles liked your comment.

username, him releasing music means that one direction are officially over and I don’t know how to feel about that

username, excited!

lottietomlinson, love love love

harrystyles liked your comment.

username, CRYING

username, that date is so soon! you could have given us some more time to prepare.

MAY.

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yourinstagram, tried to get a picture of cillian murphy but some rando was giving me death glares🤷‍♀️

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username, same girl same

username, if looks could kill girly

lottietomlinson, cillian could do a lot of things to me…

yourinstagram, 🫣

username, if harry styles looked at me like that id simply pass away

username, the two loves of my life

gemmastyles, give him my number!

yourinstagram, will do!

harrystyles, heyyyyy

2018,

november.

liked by louist91, annetwist and 5,431,890 others.

harrystylesandyourinstagram, 08.11.2018

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lottietomlinson, best day ever!

liampayne, one of the best days

annetwist, im still emotional typing this

niallhoran, loved it lad

gemmastyles, now give me a neice/nephew pls and thx

yourfriend, your dreams came true!

louist91, treat her right styles

zayn, so happy for you

2019,

march.

liked by username, taylorswift and 709,326 others.

yourinstagram, the moon was always her favourite. fizzy, i miss you.

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2020,

JANUARY.

liked by harrystyles, the.daisytomlinson and 934,431 others.

yourinstagram, my best friend just released his debut album, go listen to it or else i will hunt you down….

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username, already have!!

username, listened and loved every single song on it

harrystyles, i thought i was your best friend.

yourinstagram, you are baby, you are

username, this album ruined me 😭

username, whose music is better louis or harrys?

yourinstagram, uhhh 1D?

username, walls is gonna be iconic watch this space

2021,

SEPTEMBER.

liked by lottietomlinson, niallhoran and 709,315 others.

yourinstagram, The Away From Home Festival 💞

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username, gorgeous!

annetwist, so pretty darling

yourinstagram, ❤️

username, im there aswell

username, isn’t harry starting tour tomorrow ?

username, yeah he is, guess she’s not going 🤷‍♀️

username, maybe they’ve divorced?

yourinstagram, hi! im flying out directly after this to go and support him just in time for his first show tomorrow, me and h are happier than ever so please stop trying to get involved in our personal lives x

username, that outfit is so pretty, so casual but so chic

username, she looks more and more like lottie everyday

username, is it just me or does it look like she has a bump?

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yourinstagram, it really is love on tour ❤️

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username, power couple

gemmastyles, iconic 👌

username, best night of my life

username, can someone look at me the way harry looks at (y/n)??

username, my show!

username, she defo has a baby bump

username, don’t just assume things

username, your so gorgeous!

lottietomlinson, my beauty of a sister 💗

yourinstagram, have you seen yourself?

DECEMBER.

liked by taylorswift, thephoebetomlinson and 3,476,218 others.

yourinstagram and harrystyles, the best christmas present we could have ever asked for.

felix robin styles.

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2022,

JUNE.

liked by harrystyles, lottietomlinson and 932,164 others.

yourinstagram, London night one. ❤️

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username, so gorgeous.

username, it’s going to be such a good night !!

gemmastyles, that dress is everything 😮‍💨

yourinstagram, girl have you seen your dress? it’s beautiful !

username, love love love

username, it’s going to a night that goes down in history

thephoebetomlinson, can’t deal!

yourinstagram, mwah 💞

(Y/N) VIA INSTAGRAM STORIES !!

AUGUST.

liked by zayn, annetwist and 732,176 others.

yourinstagram, when felix met lucky 💙

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username, the second generation of tomlinsons are all boys 🥹

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username, cousins

username, felix is so big now wow

mrlewisburton, 💙

yourinstagram, he’s adorable x

username, i can’t believe that lotties had a baby 🥲

username, this is too much for my heart

liked by yourinstagram, ryan.viggars and 1,619,908 others.

louist91, I’m so excited to finally tell you that my new album Faith In The Future is out 11th November. After living with this album for a while I can’t wait for you all to hear it. Thank you for allowing me to make the music I want to make.

Link in bio to pre-order.

#FaithInTheFuture

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username, ahhhh

username, hold up - 🖐️

harrystyles, happy for you mate.

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username, im having heart palpitations as im typing this

username, screaming crying throwing up

yourinstagram, proud of you lou ❤️

liked by louist91

username, love there relationship so much 🥹

2023,

FEBRUARY.

liked by annetwist, zayn and 1,326,317 others.

yourinstagram, hands up if your husbands a three times grammy winner 🙌 words can’t explain how proud of him me and bubba are 💞

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username, im crying

username, i don’t know anyone more deserving

lottietomlinson, ❤️❤️

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username, SCREAMING

username, why can’t he look at me like that??

username, because your not (y/n) 🤷‍♀️

username, fairs

JULY.

liked by yourinstagram, mr.lewisburton and 3,503,080 others.

harrystyles, Love On Tour. Reggio Emilia. July, 2023.

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username, it’s really over

username, he’ll be back soon hopefully 🙏

thephoebetomlinson, such a good night ❤️

username, was the whole family there??

username, yeah they were !

username, don’t cry because it’s over cry because it happened

username, best night of my life

yourinstagram, so immensely proud ❤️

harrystyles, ❤️

liked by the.daisytomlinson, taylorswift and 932,176 others.

yourinstagram, lying on the beach as the sun blew out 🌊🏝️

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username, your so effortlessly gorgeous

username, felix is so big now like wasn’t he just born yesterday??

yourinstagram, it’s going far too quick !!

username, whose that handsome man?

username, just show us his face ffs

harrystyles, who lays on a sunbed like that?

yourinstagram, honestly he’s such a weirdo 🙄

NOVEMBER.

liked by zayn, darbyward and 843,290 others.

yourinstagram, a night ill never forget. 💫

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username, can’t believe how far he’s come 🥹

username, im emotional

username, was harry there?

username, this post is about louis not harry

annetwist, 💙

username, my pookie sold out the 02

2024,

JANUARY.

liked by lottietomlinson, niallhoran and 1,236,471 others.

yourinstagram, when felix met olive 🫒 so immensely proud of you phee, your already the best mama ever 💗

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username, the best duo

username, the first girl of the generation

username, how is Phoebe a mum like tf?

thephoebetomlinson, 💙🩷

yourinstagram, 🥹

FEBRUARY.

liked by annetwist, lottietomlinson and 1,346,371 others.

yourinstagram, when felix met his new forever bestie 🩷🩵

tagged, gemmastyles, michalmlynowski

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username, can’t believe our gems a mum

username, cousins 🥹

the.daisytomlinson, babies 💞

username, your turn next

username, now fucking way

[justmeinatree]

Everything updated oldest to newest. Send me a message to be added to taglist !

Requests accepted, not guaranteed. Just ask !

Mostly smut. Everything listed will have a TW when necessary.

Enjoy ✌️

The Greatest Show

a group of misfits, a mysterious leader, a string of murders, and a life on the road.

Cocaine, Side Boob, ...

harry wants to go to the beach. and there’s cocaine.

... Choke Him With A Sea View

Part 2 to Cocaine, Side Boob, ... with a hint of subrry.

Step Into The Light

you’re one of the dancers in the lights up video. harry takes a particular liking to you.

So Bright Sometimes

Part 2 to Step Into The Light … harry’s wish comes true.

I’m Not Ever Going Back

Part 3 to Step Into The Light … your wish comes true.

Just A Little Taste

harry plays into your pain kink in a way you never could have imagined (feat. lhh)

Think I’m Losing It

weed makes harry submissive. until it doesn’t.

Your Delicate Point Of View

you & harry switch bodies. and well, you’ve both always been fairly curious.

I Was Thinking About You

part 2 to Your Delicate Point Of View … the next morning.

Black And White Film Camera

photography student harry x reader autumn meet cute.

Oh, I Think She Said

a tooth rotting harryween treat.

A Wet Dream Just Dangling

vampire harry wants to eat you out.

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harry drabbles/prompts tag

Made Of Something New

you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

Astoria - Mini Series

you find yourself trapped on a pirate ship, desperate to be saved. or is it the pirate that needs saving …

Let Passion Get Too Much

niall x louis x reader threesome. with a sprinkle of feelings.

Empty As A Bottle Of Wine

niall gets home from tour. you’ve missed each other incredibly.

To Wake Up By Your Side

Part 2 to Empty As A Bottle Of Wine … the next morning.

Stoner Niall - Request

shotgunning with niall.

Reader Birthday - Request

waking up hungover with niall.

Dancing In The Rain - Request

you just wanted a cuddle. niall just wanted to dance.

First Christmas - Request

your first christmas tradition with boyfriend niall.

Workout Niall - Request

his breathy groans caught your attention. his barely dressed, sweaty self convinced you to stay.

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niall drabbles/prompts tag

Let Passion Get Too Much

louis x niall x reader threesome. with a sprinkle of feelings.

Open Up And Looking Down

you get home to louis getting stoned & watching porn.

She Is Beauty

louis pisses you off to no end. you admit some things you’ve been hiding. (friends to lovers)

We Are World Class

Part 2 to She Is Beauty … back at louis’ house.

Feeling It The Most

your first time in subspace with louis.

What We Shouldn’t Do

alcohol makes you horny. weed doesn’t help.

Last Night Of Tour - Request

the aftermath of louis’ tank top being ripped off at barricade.

Teasing - Request

as niall’s sister, louis is forbidden from making a move on you. you’re not about to make that easy.

A Hard Man To Lose

part 2 to Teasing - Request … the smut.

Flirting - Request

louis meets you at a meet & greet. and he wants to know you more.

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louis drabbles/prompts tag

[vipwinnie]

Masterlist -Slytherin boys

Mattheo Riddle :

-Love potions Your boyfriend was under the influence of a magic potion

Attention he wants your attention

New boy a new boy arrives at hogwarts, he hits on you and mattheo is jealous

sleeping after an argument you decided not to sleep with him after an argument

rumors there are rumors that you are cheating on him

Theodore Nott :

Drunk boyfriend your boyfriend is completely drunk

Smoking problem Theo has always been addicted to cigarettes but this time it was too much

Potion class Theodore teach you Potions and it leads to something else

"It's always been you" you thought he loved you, and ultimately you were right

Roses of love You got a bouquet of roses from a secret admirer and Theo got competitive

Draco malfoy:

Silent treatment Draco's actions have gone too far, so you decide to ignore him

Nightmare Draco has a nightmare but luckily for him you are here

Lorenzo Berkshire:

Love letters Someone keep sending you Love letters

Wipping his kisses the prank : wipping my boyfriend kiss on lorenzo

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Hey bee! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is in 1D and she gets in a water fight with Liam and Louis and one of them accidentally throws a security guards hot coffee on her?

A/N: Thank you for the request! Idk if this is what you were hoping for but it was super fun to write. I did it quickly, so hopefully it's good and hopefully you enjoy it.

Warnings: Some explicit language, water fights, thrown beverages

"I don' think I wanna be a par' of this…"

"Don' ya dare bail on me now." You whisper through gritted teeth, giving Zayn as intimidating of a scowl as you possibly can. "They soaked me on stage. I need payback. And I need your help to do it."

Your friend and fellow bandmate rolls his eyes, followed by a quick shake of his head, crouching down behind the racks of clothes in the boys' dressing room.

Footsteps become audible, and you begin to settle into your spot, readying yourself for the plan you are determined to execute.

You can make out the mumbles of both Louis and Liam, the ones who you hope will think twice about including you, unwillingly, in their onstage water fights.

You jump up, being met with wide eyes and shocked expressions as a sarcastically evil expression pops through your facial features.

"This is for last night!" You shout, chucking half a bottle of water towards each boy, watching as their shock grows even more.

"You lil shit!" Louis yelps, squinting his eyes to avoid the water irritating them, but also to glare in your direction.

"Karma is a bitch, Tommo."

"Well, so am I!" He exclaims, swiveling around to the nearby table and grabbing the closest water bottle he can get his hands on.

"No, no, no. M'sorry." You immediately state, holding your palms out in surrender as he stalks towards you. "C'mon Louis… ya don' really wanna do this…"

His crooked smile does nothing to ease your worry as you watch Liam begin to grab his own ammunition and join your other mate.

"Payno… boys… le's talk about this, yeah? We…" As you prepare to embarrass yourself by begging them to stop, your calves hit against the edge of the couch, causing your body to fling down onto the cushions. "We… can work something out!"

Liam makes it shoulder to shoulder with Louis, standing right in front of you.

"Don' ya dar-"

Suddenly, the splash of cold water washes over your hair and streams down your face, causing you to squeal in discomfort and the boys to cackle with triumph.

"I can' believe you two idiots!" You exclaim, immediately standing up, pushing past them, and grabbing a couple of bottles for yourself. You stand on the opposite side of them, a small table being the only thing separating you from your opponents. The three of you glare into each other's eyes, all fidgeting with the plastic in your hands. "This is war."

"Bring it on." Liam replies, eyebrows raised with anticipation of your reaction to his threat.

"Le' me leave first!" Zayn pleads, rushing to safety within the doorframe.

"Hello, lovers! What's-" Niall stops next to Zayn and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. "What's… goin'… on…"

"Payback." You quickly state, flickering your gaze to him for only a split second, instantly returning it to the ones across from you.

"Jesus Christ…" He replies. "This'll be fun to watch."

"What will?" You hear Harry ask, not daring to turn his way in fear of the battle beginning while you're not looking.

"Everyone shut up!" Louis shouts, squatting down slightly in preparation.

You take a deep breath and suddenly the sound of the plastic bottles being crushed fills the air. The feeling of water running down your back giving you chills, but your feet swiftly moving around the room helping you to get in some shots of your own

Bottle after bottle is being swiped from the table as the insults and liquid go flying.

"What the hell is going on here?" Someone yells from the doorway, grabbing half of the attention of each of you as you continue to dodge Liam and Louis' attacks.

Your eyes manage to catch a glimpse of John, one of the band's security guards, bolting into the room, quickly placing a cup on the coffee table and maneuvering to grab a hold of whoever he can catch first.

Liam is the first to be stopped, with John pushing him towards the direction of the innocent bystanders.

"Jus' you and me, darling!" Louis proclaims, a mischievous laugh following the comment dripping with sass.

"Don' call me darling, you wanker!" You shout back, running to grab yet another bottle.

You quickly rush past him, spilling about half of the bottle down the back of his shirt, and as he yelps out, you see him twist his way out of John's reach and grab more ammunition from the smaller table.

Louis lunges towards you, throwing his hand out in an attack, and as the liquid hits your arm, a heat penetrates through your jumper.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You scream, grabbing your wounded limb and flopping to the ground.

"Oh don' play victim, love." Louis quips, turning around and displaying an abundance of regret as you begin to wince at the pain. "YN?"

All five boys turn to you, immediately rushing over to your side, and you see John hurry out through the door with his walkie-talkie pressed up against his mouth.

"Bloody hell, Tommo! What did you do?" Liam asks, kneeling down beside you with a hand gently placed on your back.

"I just… I didn't…" He stutters, looking at the ground and bending down to reveal the cup John had put down, before his attempt to end the water fight. It is empty of whatever beverage it had contained and all eyes turn to your jumper, a stain appearing of what smells like coffee. "Shit! YN! M'so sorry!"

"Ge' your jumper off." Harry states, his eyes full of concern as he stares at the spot you're grabbing onto.

"What?"

"So it doesn' injure you more." He replies, nodding down as if to encourage you to grab the hem.

"Umm… m'only wear-... wearin' a bra underneath…" You utter, watching as the expression of each boy turns into one of awkward uncertainty. They've seen you in that predicament before, but usually during a quick change. The close proximity now makes this situation a bit too intimate for everyone's comfort level.

"Hold on." Liam states, jumping up and striding over to the closest rack of clothes, swiping the first t-shirt he sees, and making his way back to you. He tosses it over, and each boy twists around in a slightly different direction while you remove your wet top and immediately replace it with the clean, dry one.

"Alright." You mumble, watching as the five of them turn back to you.

Louis glances over your attire and you look down to see that the article of clothing now on your body is actually his. Ironic.

"Serves me right I s'pose." He chuckles under his breath. "YN, m'really sorry."

"S'alright." You quietly respond, dropping your gaze to the floor, displaying sadness, pain, and a mild amount of embarrassment.

"Come 'ere." He states, his arms stretched towards you to offer an embrace. You scoot on your knees, inching a little closer to him, and wrap one arm around him. He gives you a little squeeze, and as he pulls back, you bring your other arm around him, causing him to lean back in to prolong the hug.

"Guess we were both right." You utter in his ear, keeping a hold on your bandmate.

"Bout what?"

The hand you last reached around him lifts over his head and turns down, pouring the contents of a bottle you had been hiding at your side, waiting for the right moment to exact your revenge.

"Karma is a bitch." You laugh, letting go and pulling back to see him frantically wipe the water from his face. "And so are you."

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[tommiruewrites]

Hi! I would like to request a Tewksbury x fem’Reader (romantic)! Reader is Enola Holmes’ sister

So basically, I was hoping for this to take place in Enola Holmes 2 in the theater fight scene. If you remember, Enola almost gets stabbed, but her corset protected her. So what if it was reader instead, and the corset didn’t protect her? Reader does finish the fight like in the movie because she’s just a girlboss like that and has that whole moment with Tewksbury after, but the stab wound finally takes its toll. That’s sort of just the base of the idea, you can do whatever you come up with after that! I sort of think of this as an angst + fluff? Thank you!

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warnings: fem!reader, fluff to angst (but mostly angst bc i love to make myself miserable but in a cute poetic way), brief mentions of fighting, talk of blood, major injury, main character death, best friends to lovers/idiots in love, tragedy, holmes!reader, NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: i'm SOOOO sorry, ik it's been ages since you put in this ask, but my adhd slump was a pain in my ass. it has finally been forcibly lifted (by yours truly) bc i want to write again, and i found the start of this fic in my drafts and decided to finish it. i hope you're still active and able to read this, lovely anon! <3

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part 2

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Everything went by in a blur. You were fighting alongside Tewkesbury and Enola, dodging weapons and fists. The next thing you know, you’re on the floor, wind knocked out of you.

A loud crack rings out and you feel an intense pounding in your head, so you guess you must have hit it when you fell back. As you begin to stand, you feel a dull ache in your ribs. You look down to see the cause, and you thank the heavens that you’re wearing one of those god-awful corsets you've always hated so much. Shouldn’t leave more than a nasty bruise.

You hear Tewksbury —who’s still fighting from across the room— call out your name to make sure you’re alright, but you don’t have time to respond. Your sister reaches a hand out to help you up off the floor as she dodges a hit. A bit preoccupied in a fight of her own she misses the silver handle sticking out of your corset.

“Are you alright?” she screams over the chaos.

You stand firm on your feet, still staring down your opponent. “Fine. Just a little fall, nothing I can’t handle.” Pulling the blade from your abdomen, you miss the red glint of blood as you resume the fight.

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The battle is over, and the energy is high. You and Tewkesbury bounce off the walls blabbering on about the recent events, adrenaline running through you while Enola concludes the investigation with your brother, Sherlock.

“Did you see me! I got some really good ones in there. Think I got him in the nose!”

You laugh, breath like shard of glass in your lungs from the cold, "You were wonderful! Just like I showed you."

He beams at that, his cheeks glowing a warm pink, which he hopes could be chalked up to the biting chill outside, “You didn’t do so bad out there yourself.”

“Not bad?” you scoff, "You must have missed the look on that guy’s face when I threw him across the room!"

You both laugh softly, your breath visible in the winter air. You ignore the tight feeling in your lungs.

Suddenly you’re both hyper aware of the lack of space between you. Looking between his cold pink lips and his glassy doe eyes, you hold your breath as he begins to lean closer.

Just as you feel his intoxicating lips graze yours, your knees buckle beneath you. You try to steady yourself against Tewksbury, hand pressed against his chest, as he quickly grabs your waist to hold you up. He chuckles a bit as he tries to help you regain your footing, but immediately stops when notices that you’re practically limp in his hold.

“What's wrong? Talk to me.”

It feels like your chest is collapsing in on itself, and your head starts to spin. “Oh- I’m fine. Just cold.” Mostly reassuring yourself, nothing bad could happen right? You won after all. You beat them. Your family is safe and your best friend that you've been in love with for years is finally kissing you. Those are all good things. Really good things. So it's just the cold making you feel weak and breathless, right?

“I’m just really, really tired.”

Just as you begin to stand up straighter, sharp pain shoots through your stomach and your knees buckle again, causing Tewkesbury to almost fall over. He panics when he hears a gasp that sounds too much like you’re in pain.

“Enola! Something’s wrong!”

Enola and Sherlock stop their current debate and immediately notice your uncharacteristically frail state, rushing over to help Tewkesbury get you on the ground. They sit you down as quickly as possible without hurting you, your back to Tewksbury’s chest so he can keep you stable. His shaky hand tremble against your hips as he surveys your body for injuries. Enola kneels to be eye-level with you, “What's going on? Are you hurt?”

"No-" You nod your head, "I'm fine, I just-" you cut yourself short, unable to create a more convincing reply as a groan of pain rips through you. Thats when Enola notices a deep tear in your dress.

“Her corset. Take off her corset!”

Enola and Sherlock work to quickly remove the thick article of clothing, Tewksbury squeezing your hand reassuringly when you wince at the movement of him lifting your arms. Once the corset is successfully removed, a deep cut reveals itself, crimson red seeping through your under-dress. "Oh my god-"

You look up, the concern in Tewkesbury’s voice making you nervous. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

Enola grabs your focus when she presses her hands against your wound.

"Oh..."

Sherlock frantically removes his coat to tie around you and try to stop the bleeding. “Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all. You’re going to be just fine.” He rambles out, trying to calm both you and himself.

In your hazy state you can't fully sense the anxiety all around you, or how serious your injury truly is. You only register one thing. You’re going to be just fine. Your brother would never lie to you. Not ever.

Your breathing begins to slow as you relax, leaning your head back against Tewkesbury's shoulder. You begin to feel your own shoulder dampen. Looking over at the cause, you see Tewksbury’s face tacked with glistening streaks down his cheeks, staring at Enola and Sherlock frantically try to stop the bleeding as he helps where he can.

“Tewks?” His eyes jump to yours, sniffling. “What's the matter? Why are you crying?”

Much to your dismay, that makes him cry harder. "Nothing’s the matter."

You reach a weak hand up to wipe tears from his cheek as more roll down in their place. “Then why are you crying?”

There’s a long pause, your sibling’s desperate shouting falling deaf on your ears as a faint ringing replaces it. "I’m just so proud of you is all."

You smile at that, "I'm proud of you too, fighter." You tease. He chuckles weakly, not surprised that your wit is still intact even as you're bleeding out. Your eyes begin to feel heavy as you stare into his, eyelids fluttering open and closed.

“Hey! Hey, keep your eyes open for me. Just a little bit longer.” He stammers, squeezing your hand to keep you awake. "We just need a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, and then you can rest, alright?"

You groan in discomfort, feeling all of your energy go into the one simple task as your body begins to feel floaty and numb. “Tired.”

“I know, I know. Just a little longer. I promise everything will be fine. I promise. Just please, don’t close your eyes.” He sobs out desperately, interlacing his fingers with yours.

Enola and Sherlock keep trying everything in their power to stop the bleeding, sobbing and begging for anything to work. For you to be okay. You try your best to keep your eyes open for them, you really do, but it’s just too difficult. You can hear distant shouts of your name as you finally let the peaceful darkness consume you.

[daisyblog]

Where We Are San Siro Stadium

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN in the Where We Are Tour film.

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It was four months until the Where We Are tour begins, including the show in San Siro Stadium and the boys and their crew were busy preparing for the live performance ready to be featured in the documentary.

The stage had been set up in a base in Cardington to rehearse for the tour. With their security and some of their team following behind, the boys saw the stage for the first time and their excitement could be heard through the voices talking over each other.

Walking behind the group are Harry and YN, with Harry's security. Harry wearing a simple white t-shirt, a plaid shirt over it with YN's beanie on his head "It's big in it" and the camera caught YN giving Harry a playful eye roll at his obvious statement.

Louis is walking backwards with an orange football in his hand and Niall is walking to his side. YN walks towards her brother and quickly hits the ball out of his hand, muttering an "oops"

"Grow up will yew" Louis shouts at his sister, whilst playful trying to mess her hair up.

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As the other boys are up on the stage, looking around at the new set-up. Harry and YN are standing below it watching the scene in front of them "It's huge" Harry states again. Before Harry starts to ask Paul, their choreographer, questions about where they stand and start.

YN still standing off the stage with Helene, turns to the camera crew "Harry likes to know the routine before he can enjoy it...such a little worrier".

Paul, Helene and YN are standing at the end of the stage and Paul is explaining that the stage is twice the size of the last stage and how they need to cover the area and bring energy to the show to engage with the whole audience and cameras. Helene then adds that they never really know how the boys are going to perform but they always pull together last minute. Paul and Helene agree that although they know the boys will pull it off, they still make them stressed, YN is seen nodding her head agreeing with them. "Why are you agreeing...you're just as bad for messing around and encouraging them" Paul playfully scolded YN, to which she smiles innocently and shrugs her shoulders.

"Wembely make some noooooise" Niall shouts as he cups his hands around his mouth, and proceeds to lift his fist into the air and clap his hands.

Catching him off guard "Hoooran catch me" YN jumps onto his back and he continues to spin around in circles with his arms out and walks further up the stage with YN clinging to his back.

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The five boys are sat on chairs, waiting to be shown the firework display that is going to be involved in the show. One of the men in charge of the display is explaining what is going to happen in each song and the boys listen on intently.

The fireworks are let off without warning starting everyone, including the crew and team behind the cameras. Harry is seen mouthing 'fuck me' whilst Louis shouting "Woooow". Knowing how much Harry hates loud noises, YN behind the camera is trying to get his attention to check he's okay, but fails as he watches the colours in front of him.

After some time of the fireworks going off, Harry glances at his girlfriend, who is standing to the side of him but off camera, and raises his eyebrows at her with a smirk covering his face.

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Harry and YN are walking towards the white building where the boys are rehearsing for the tour. Fans are standing further down towards the entrance gate, shouting both their names, which they both give friendly waves back. Harry and YN proceed to climb the stairs before Harry hugs one of the team members and YN wraps her arm around her brother to cuddle him as he walks with a cup of tea in his hand.

YN is sitting next to Liam, Louis and Zayn as they talk to the camera. Zayn takes Liam's hat off his head and proceeds to take his own off. In retaliation, Liam pulls Louis's beanie that covers his hair. "Oh no..I'm definitely the worst off for that" Louis protests, causing YN to laugh at her brother's bed hair, to which Louis playfully pushes her from where she's sitting "Don't laugh at me 'air".

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Harry is juggling for bottles whilst he sits down wearing a jumper and green beanie. As he juggles them in the air, YN walks into the shot and pokes at his cheek to try and distract him. But Harry still manages to keep juggling "Ha! I'm just too good", so YN is seen knocking the bottles from his grip, Harry picks one bottle from the floor and twists the lid open and goes to poor it over YN's head as she begins to run away screaming "no".

YN is sitting in front of Louise as she is styling her and Harry appears behind her with scissors trying to cut a bit off "Noo Harry"

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impatient

summary: y/n and louis come back home after hanging out with friends.

warnings: coarse language, smut, pegging, overstimulation, pain kink, passing out (?)

pairing: louis tomlinson x fem!reader

•••

Louis had been teasing Y/N all night.

Ever since they sat down across their friends, drinking beers and chatting with everybody, Louis never took his hands off of her. He’d keep one of his hands under the table, dancing the tips of his fingers along Y/N’s soft thighs, sometimes pushing her dress up a little to get his hand under it. He only ever toyed with the waistband of her underwear, running his fingers along her groin.

He’d do it so nonchalantly too, chatting and laughing with their friends as if he wasn’t touching her under the table, using his other hand to take swigs of his beer.

•••

Louis whimpered weakly as the grip he had on the sheets slowly loosened more and more, gasping wetly and letting his back arch upwards whenever Y/N nudged at that spot in him that made him tremble at this point. His hair had gone all frizzy from sweat and his face was completely flushed, his body gleeming under the warm light of the lamp beside them. He was so sensitive, so fucked-out at that point that it felt like he was in a dream, like everything was all hazy and he never wanted it to stop.

His face was buried in his pillow and it was all wet with all the tears that spilled from his eyes and the drool he couldn’t stop from dripping off of his lower lip, barely even hanging onto threads of consciousness. His throat had gone all raspy from the whining and sobs.

“Wanna… wanna turn over.” He turned his head a little as an attempt to look back at Y/N. She let him lie on his back, watching his back immediately arch up and his hands scrambling for the sheets when she pushed her strap back into him, making him press his head back against his pillow, gasping shakily.

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[lover-222]

What Could've Been (Joao Felix)

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I saw you had a baby Did you use any of the names we liked? And is your brother doing okay? Is he still getting out of fights?

he watched her life in pictures, joão missed her very much. she didn't know but joão never stopped looking at her instagram pictures. he let tears shed from his brown doe eyes, she looked beautiful. he once dreamed about having babies with her, and she was...but not with him. she looked incredibly beautiful, she was glowing. her baby bump was more noticeable in her pictures, she looked happy you could see it in her smile.

the couple was laying on the grass while looking up at the sky and pointing out the different cloud shapes.

"do you want babies joão ?" she said as she was still looking at the blue sky.

joão turned his head slightly to look at her, "of course i want to have babies especially with you".

y/n smiled at him, "mmm do you have any preference, girl or boy?".

"well i don't really mind but...i really want a girl i hope she'll have your eyes" joão smiled then gently stroked her cheek.

"yeah i see i that, she'd definitely be a daddy's girl" y/n chuckled.

"i have a couple of names ready actually" the boy shyly said.

"really??" she said surprised but still found it cute.

"yeah if it's a girl, i thought of adriana, alexandra, and marina. if it's a boy, santiago, matias, and aron" joão stated while looking at her.

"mmm i love them, wow you came up with really good ones. if i come up with names i'll let you know bebe, but we'll most likely end up choosing one of your names" y/n chuckled.

joão had a good relationship with y/n's brother, marco. funny enough her brother got along with joão very well. they would play fifa together and he would accompany y/n to joão's games, since he was also a football fan. marco noticed how much joão loved y/n, and the longer he was in their house; the more both of the boys got comfortable with each other.

"hello?" joão answered the phone still a bit groggy since it was 3am.

"joão can you please come pick me up i'm at the bar close to your house" marco said drunkenly.

the other boy heard how drunk the boy was, joão quickly got dressed and headed his way to the bar. once he stepped in, the ambience was crazy. people were fighting in the back while music was playing in the background.

joão was scanning the room for marco, but he was nowhere to be seen. that was until he approached the fight that was happening, it was marco. his nose was bleeding and had a cut on his cheek.

joão did what he had to do he separated the fight, trying his best to get the other boy. they finally got out of the place, the boys sighed in relief. 

"c'mon let's get you inside" joão said as he had one arm under marcos waist to hold him up, after all the adrenaline left his body his drunkenness came back.

marco stumble a couple of time in the living room, which caused a picture frame to fall, and him almost falling.

"i don't know what i would do without you brother" marco laughed, joão jokingly shook his head.

"get some sleep,  i'll come by in the afternoon to see you and y/n" joão told him.

"especially me" marco laughed, while joão nodded and smiled.

the siblings: marco & y/n

They say bitter ends turn sweet in time Is that true of yours and mine?

the couple had split up 3 years ago, it might have not seem like a lot of time but to joão it was a lifetime. it was the pressure of him trying to be the best at football and y/n studying to become a doctor. both professions took time out of their life, they tried their best to make it work.

it did work in the beginning, they made time to be with each other and go on dates, but as soon as things started to pile up on them; it was a disaster. joão would come home tired from training and y/n would be tired from university. at times they wouldn't even see each other, since joão would be at football matches and y/n would be at school.

although after time went by, being far away from each other and not being together anymore; it haunted them. they didn't hate each other, they had no resentments for each other; at least y/n didn't. she respect joão and his profession.

'Cause if you're lonely in Chicago You can call me baby Has it been long enough that you can forgive me?

late at night he regretted his choices and what he had done. even though there was no bad blood between them, joão hoped that y/n would forgive him for not trying hard enough and fighting for the relationship. he knew that if y/n needed him at any time of the day, he would drop everything for her. it's been long enough and he still missed her. he craved for the day that his phone would light up and it'd be her on the other line, he missed her voice.

Just because it didn't work Doesn't mean it's meaningless to me It just wasn't meant to be

he doesn't regret anything in their relationship prior to the breakup. joão enjoyed every single day waking up next to her, every kiss, every embrace. after their breakup, he craved her touch, her lips, her. y/n felt the same, she could barely sleep, she missed his warmth next to her. everything reminded her of him, his favorite ice cream that was still in her freezer and the collection of teddy bears that joão had given her for every anniversary.

"i'm sorry joão, i love you but our schedules are too hectic and it's hard" she said with tears in her eyes.

he grasped onto her hands, "i love you too, just know that i will always love you; maybe it wasn't meant to be but know that i really did, and will love you forever".

y/n smiled weakly, "joão te amo, siempre te amaré, you were my first on many things, i know you'll do great things as a person and a football player. i believe in you joão, take care of yourself" she said and kissed him passionately.

they kissed, their last kiss, they both wished it had lasted forever but it didn't. their relationship was not in vain, they thought it was the best for them to end things, and with no contact to make it easier to move on; although it was the complete opposite.

Have you seen how my life's been going? 'Cause I've been wondering what you'd say Would you have told me to keep going Or would you say to walk away?

y/n had seen joão many times on tv, she noticed how he had gotten way better. not that he wasn't good at the time but he had definitely developed his athletic skills even more. every goal she had seen made by joão made her smile.

she couldn't just sit there and not cheer for him. she was proud of him, she knew he'd make it big. her words really lingered on him, she was proud of him and told him he could do it. her positive energy made him keep going.

she also saw the world cup, y/n saw how devastated he was. he looked defeated, his hair was messy, all she wanted to do was hug him tight and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but she couldn't.

You always made me feel much better And I'll always be grateful for that

"you did amazing joão, you did the best you could do" she smiled at him while she lifted his chin.

he didn't play as good as he thought he did but he was being hard on himself. y/n saw the determination and perseverance every time she saw him play. to joão it meant the world to have her support, he loved how she was so supportive and was always proud of him no matter what.

I didn't have to search 'cause I still know your number I bet sometimes you still like to wear my jumper

joão never deleted her phone number, he couldn't bring himself to do it. he missed her essence and her lovely self , he remembered their late facetime calls and how they'd talk for hours. he missed y/n wearing his jerseys, shirts, hoodies, and sometimes sweatpants.

"are you wearing my clothes anjo?" he chuckled as he looked at her up and down.

(angel)

she was wearing his portugal jersey and his sweatpants, the clothes were baggy on her but she felt so comfortable. it was like being embraced by joão, his clothes smelled like him.

she twirled around, "yes i am do you like it?, i'm sorry i just didn't bring any of my clothes and i wanted to take a shower".

"it's okay bebe, you look way better in my clothes they look good on you" he said as he pulled her towards him and kissed her.

joão and y/n believed that in another universe they did end up together. they beated the odds and had a wonderful relationship. the couple had gotten married, had two kids, and lived in a wonderful home with floki. when they laid on their separate beds in total separate locations, they dreamed about what could've been if they had stayed together, probably wonderful things.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── a/n:

JOAO ANGST JOAO ANGST JOAO ANGST this was fun to write lmaoo i also saw louis last week and i still miss him aaaaa post concert depression is real!!!

anyways hope y'all enjoyed i posted this oneshot on here first bc why not d <3

[devilsqueen722]

I literally feel like I’ve read everything on here😭😭 can someone please point me to Harry fics

[narrycherries]

you sunshine, you temptress

you are normally an anxious wreck, and something about Harry’s hands calms you down (and his teeth..) * slight smut

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[ part 2 ]

word count: 3.7K

warnings: Harry x reader, soft!dom harry, biting, spitting, smut, some fluff

**[due to two messages I’ve received since posting this, I want to clarify that this relationship is completely consensual! there is no forcing or pressuring! xo]

Harry was sitting at his desk, eyes fixated on the computer monitor, when you gently tapped your fingers on the door. He looked past the screen and gave you a nod, silently assuring you that you weren’t interrupting anything. It was nice that he worked from home the majority of the time. That meant that you could spend lots of time with him and that when you were having bad times, he was just a few rooms away.

He didn’t fully turn his attention away from the contract he was reading over, though. You felt a sting in your heart as you realized he wasn’t looking your way. But you stayed calm and softly walked across the room, your socks muffling your footsteps.

Once you were at his side, hands fumbled with each other as you waited, he finished the paragraph he was on and adjusted the cursor over the next section so he wouldn’t lose his place.

“Hi, my sweet girl.” He said as he turned in the chair, his hands extending for you to take or to step closer, whichever you wanted.

You opted to take his hands and squeeze them tight before placing them on your waist. When you didn’t say anything, he became more concerned. He pulled you closer, wanting to give you some comfort. He could easily tell when your anxiety was hyped up. Your breaths were shaky and your eyes avoided his - simple but key things he noticed every time - on top of other signs.

“What’s the matter, angel baby?” He hummed, dragging you between his knees. Your eyes were placed on his shoulder instead of his face. “Hey, sweet pea. I’ve missed you.”

You nodded softly, indicating the same thing back to him. He knew you were long gone as your hand moved to his shoulder, sliding to the collar of his shirt and you started to gently scratch and pinch his skin.

“Wanna sit in my lap, baby?” He asked in a soft voice, remembering how easily you could get triggered by loud or overwhelming noises.

You nod again, allowing him to maneuver your body. He took notice of your attire - leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. It was August and you usually never got cold, so he was confused as to why you had a long sleeve item on.

“Are you cold, baby?” He asked, toying with the hem of the sweatshirt as you leaned your side against his body.

“Yeah.. Cus m’not by you.” You muttered out, eyes closing as you savored the feeling of sitting on his lap, his arms secured around your body. His attention was fully yours now. “Miss you.”

He kissed your cheek a few times. “I miss you, baby. You can stay with me for a bit.”

You nodded softly as you picked at your thumbnail. Harry carefully pulled one hand away from the other, knowing you’ll destroy your skin if he didn’t. You huffed and snatched your arms up, crossing them over your chest. He sighed, but kept his cool. He wasn’t intending to set you off, just wanted to look after you.

“M’not tryna be mean, baby, okay?”

“I know.. just don’t.. like it when you do that.” You stared down at his hand that was resting on your thigh.

Your mind drifted off for a moment. You couldn’t resist thinking about how much you adored his hands - how he rubbed your back, caressed your belly, squeezed your breasts. He did so many wondrous things with his hands. He loved to play with your hair and tickle your waist and hold you while you slept. But your favorite things were when he let you suck on his fingers and thumb, whether during sex or while trying to sleep. Most of all, when he rubbed your clit or explored your womanhood - pulling, pinching, and flicking through your folds and over your nub.. that was your favorite.

“Someone’s distracted, hmm.” He said, squeezing your waist as he pressed a line of kisses down your jaw to your chin. “Do you need something special, baby?”

You thought for a moment about your options. Did you want pleasure? Or did you want to give him pleasure and receive praise? You loved either idea, but you weren’t sure. Harry’s thumb and index finger bumped your chin, forcing your head towards him.

“Baby doll, don’t be shy with me.”

“M’not.. just thinking ‘bout what I want.” You pout your lips out, eyes locked with his.

“I can take a twenty minute break, okay?” He looked at his computer for a moment, then shifted his focus back to you. “Whatever you need, baby, just tell me.”

“Twenty?” You softly whispered, your head leaning against his now.

He chuckled back. “I guess it depends on what you want, doll. Y’know I’ll make exceptions.”

That made you feel a little better. You took a deep breath and pushed it through your nose. Your body was experiencing a lot of anxiety, thankfully it was slightly better now that you were with him. But you weren’t sure what you wanted.

“I dunno yet.”

He licked his lips as you looked down at your legs again. “You don’t have to pick anything specific. Just wanna sit with me for a bit?”

You shrugged. “I wan’ to do something special.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you sat your hand over his on your thigh and started tracing his skin. He gave your hip a knead, wishing he could probably feel your butt.

“You’re anxious, yeah?”

“Mhm.. a bit.”

He pressed his lips to your cheek, making you blush. “When you’re anxious.. you like f’me to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?”

You nod. He slid his hand up your leg, pushing the sweatshirt out of the way. It was way too long for you. You watched as he got closer to your crotch,

“Let me make you feel good then, angel.”

You curled your fingers around his wrist and stopped him from moving any further. He frowned, confused as to why you weren’t letting him do this.

“Wan’ your other hand..”

He smirked. “Want my better hand, hm?”

“This one gets tired too quick.”

The chuckle that left his throat made your heart skip a beat. He was just so attractive to you in every way. You turned slightly, your hands grabbing his face to yank him towards you. He hummed as his mouth fell on yours, tongues slipping around and lips smacking against one another.

Harry gripped your waist with one hand, the other clutching your hip. He wasn’t letting up on you. He sucked on your tongue, making you moan into his mouth. You pulled away, fingers gripping his jaw to keep him back. Immediately, your eyes fell to his lips - they were red liek yours now, slightly swollen and covered in a thin layer of spit. You licked your own lips, wanting to swipe your tongue over his skin to clean him up.

He knew that look in your eyes all too well. His lips pulled into a smirk as he let saliva gather in his mouth. You gulped, hoping that he was going to let you do your favorite thing.

“Please.” You whispered, eyes trained on his mouth as he parted his lips. “Wan’ it, please.”

Without saying a word, he swished all of his spit onto his tongue and knocked your hands down from his face so he could move. You whimpered as you touched his chest, waiting patiently. Harry tapped your chin, a silent command for you to open your mouth. You stuck your tongue out past your lip, eyes watching him closely. He held your jaw and angled your head the way he needed it to be.

A rumble exploded in your stomach as he spit onto your tongue, his taste filling your mouth. Your panties were getting damper by the second. He did it again as you pulled at his shirt, begging for more.

“Hold it, baby.” He mumbled as he let his hand fall from your face. “Look so pretty with my spit in your mouth, don’t you?”

You frowned your brows gently, nodding your head as he slipped his hand under your shirt. Harry knew what you wanted next - his command. You were not in any sort of dominating relationship, but you loved it when he was that way with you.

“Go ‘head, baby doll. Show me what you love doing.”

You released a gentle moan as you spread his spit onto your lips, smearing it over your skin. He watched with a hard smirk, eyes focused on your mouth. You scooped it all back up and move it from cheek to cheek, tasting him was your favorite thing.

“Swallow it f’me, baby.” He said with a lift of his brows.

You pushed it all down your throat and stuck out your tongue, showing him it was all gone. He gave you a proud grin and grabbed your chin, bringing your face back to his. He kissed you for a long moment - it was sloppy and messy, tongues rubbing all over, spit mixing together and being passed around from mouth to mouth. It was dirty, like you liked. He had never experienced this kind of intimacy before you, and neither had you. It was just something that unfolded with time - something you both found within yourselves, only for each other.

“M’baby might be a bit more than anxious, yeah?” He said breathlessly, finally pulling back to take a break. “Are you horny, baby doll?”

A grunt slipped past your swollen lips. “Needy.”

He smirked at your correction. Despite being so filthy with him, you didn’t like hearing certain words. He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.

“Wan’ me to take care of you, baby?” His hand pressed into the small of your back. “Make it all go ‘way?”

You nodded, hands gripping either side of his neck. “Please.”

“Turn ‘round.” He patted your thigh, wanting you to adjust yourself in his lap.

You moved around, throwing a leg on either side of him, sitting down on his thighs like you belonged tbere. That’s because you did. Once you were situated, his hands grasped your body and you felt more of that anxiety in your gut fade away. You were comfortable.

“Tell me what you need.”

You groaned, tilting your head back in frustration. “More than twenty minutes.”

Harry chuckled. “Baby girl, y’already know I’ll give you all the time in the world.”

Once you received that assurance from him, your throughts went wild. You scratched at his neck, but not too harshly - the reminder than he has an important meeting tomorrow was stuck in your head, only because he’d have to leave you home by yourself.

“Mark me, please.” You said softly, one hand slipping onto his jaw to move his head where you wanted it, and he of course let you without putting up a fight. “Wanna be yours.”

He smirked against your throat as your head fell backwards. “Already mine, baby girl. But I’ll remind everyone.”

You sighed in relief as he started sucking on a spot of skin, pulling it into his mouth, drawing your blood to the area. For a second, you thought about stopping him but you didn’t want to - not all the way, at least. Your fingers locked in his hair, slightly pulling at his roots. He thought you were just reacting to him, letting him know you were enjoying it. So he frowned when you used some force to yank his head back, tearing his mouth from your skin.

“Baby, I thought-“

Your thumb covered his lips, making him silence himself. Sometimes you got a bit bossy, but without taking control or gaining any dominance. You get what you want whenever you want, never have to do any work unless you want to.

“Bite me.” You muttered back, eyes boring into his.

His brows dropped. “Baby, y’know I don’t like using m’teeth on your neck.. s’too pretty for brutal marks.”

You groaned, sliding your thumb over his teeth before letting him envelope it into his warm mouth. “Don’t have to do many.. just a few, please.”

“No, darling. I’ll give you marks but no bites.”

You whined, frustrated with him at this point. “Baby, please!”

“We have dinner plans Saturday, baby. It’s easy to cover the bruises.. not teeth marks.”

You gave his chest a shove, making him huff back at you. “Harry, please. Don’t wanna beg you.”

“M’not gone let you, baby. I said no.”

Your nails sank into his shoulders, even though the fabric of his shirt he could feel them piercing his skin. His big hands grasped your hips, trying to calm you down but it wasn’t working. You were getting irritated with him.

“But I get what I want. You always promise me that, bubby.”

You attempted to sway him by using a soft, sad tone of voice and one of his favorite pet names. But it didn’t seem to work. He shook his head and pressed the pads of his fingers deep into your thick hips.

“I said no.” He sighed, closing his eyes for just a moment.

“Harry, pretty please.” You pout, rolling your bottom lip out and giving him wide eyes, doing whatever it possibly took.

He shook his head again. “No, honey. No.”

You didn’t like it when he denied you of soemthing you wanted. It happened so rarely that you never were able to handle it right when it did occur. You pushed out a breath, your lips turning to a frown.

“Then stop!” You suddenly blurted out, grabbing his wrists to push his arms away from your body.

“Baby, don’t.” Harry quickly tightened his grip on you, knowing you’d be unable to pull him off. “You’re acting like a child.”

“You’re being mean to me!” You felt your lip start to quiver, and of course he immediately noticed it.

“Nuh-uh, none of that, darling.” He was trying to be as sweet as he could.

He never liked it when you got upset, especially if he was the cause of it. The last thing he wanted for was your to cry over this - because he’s denying you of what you want.

“Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you. Everytime i bite you the way you want.. You bleed.”

“S’cus I wanna! I wanna hurt.. wan’ the pain.” You struggled to take in a proper breath. “You know I like it.”

Your arms slinked around his neck, pulling your self against him. His head was forced into the crook of your neck, but he didn’t fight you. If he was being honest, he was confused as to why you suddenly wanted his touch, weren’t you mad at him?

“Please, Harry, please.” You whined quietly. “I wan’ your teeth on me, please. Love you so much.. wanna be marked.”

“Baby.”

“I’ll do anything, bubba! Please!”

Harry took in a breath and carefully released it, his warmth spreading over your skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and twisting to keep a hold on him. You felt hopeless, despite not wanting to give up. Harry could easily tell you were being genuine - whenever you were needy, you were just needy. There was no pretending or trying to deny it, he knew that.

He gave in. “You’re wearing your hair down Saturday.”

The second his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, you let out a loud moan of absolute pleasure. You adored the pain that shuddered through your body - straight to your core. Soft whines fell past your lips, getting lost in his hair as you shifted your head.

Harry’s fingers roughly grabbed your jaw and forced your head back where it had been, allowing him easier access to your neck. A thousand things flooded your mind all at once - each of them revolving around him. You wondered if he was really enjoying this. It was nothing new to you - the fact he didn’t like inflicting too much pain on you. Rougher sex was one thing, at least he knew then you were getting pleasure and an orgasm - but biting you so hard.. that was a whole other situation. He didn’t like doing it, the pain was a different type, the physical effects it caused to your body made him hate himself. But yet, he always did it whenever you asked because you were his princess - and princesses always get what they want.

The other main thought your mind kept circling back to was whether or not he was getting off on this. Was he just doing this to make you happy? You started to grind your hips down, trying to feel for any hardness. He groaned as you rubbed against his erection, a smile covered your lips. Of course he was horny, when was he not?

“Harry.” You muttered as he started working on a third mark, this time at the base of your throat where your skin was much thinner - which he was very aware of. He wasn’t trying to make you bleed out, but you weren’t satisfied anymore. “Harder.”

He opened his eyes as his lips fell from your neck. You huffed, trying to yank him back against you. He stopped you, his big hand coming up to gently touch the side of your neck - the side he hadn’t marked up. You were slightly irritated as his pretty eyes stared at the mark on your throat. He had bitten down too hard - even though it was lighter than the others. Your skin was so fragile there, so sensitive. Now, it was broken and a red circle was forming around the area.

“Don’t stop.” You whispered softly, combing through his hair. It was slightly oilier than usual, tonight was his shower night. “Please, baby.”

“M’done.” He muttered back, eyes still locked on your neck. There was a drop of blood pooling to the surface. He gulped as he watched it emerge and begin to roll down your skin. “I hurt you.”

His grip on your head loosened and you were finally able to move, opting to look down at him. You relaxed your body, sitting all the way on his thighs now. Your fingers curled around his nape, eyes trying to find his but he wouldn’t stop his staring.

“M’not hurt.” You whisper back, trying your best to remain calm and not become a brat about not getting your way. Sometimes Harry just didn’t realize he was doing everything you wanted him to do. “Please, look at me.”

The shake of his head was faint, barely noticeable. If you hadn’t been looking, you would have missed it. Harry’s hands were hardly touching your body now. He had returned his hand back to your waist - but he wasn’t even gripping you like he always, always did. It worried you, mostly because you thought it was your fault. Was he not turned on anymore? Did he not want to do this? You could still feel him under you, hard as a rock - but that didn’t mean he wanted to do this anymore.

“You’re bleeding.. in all three spots.” He mumbled, his lips stuck in the shape of a frown.

Once again, you try your best to move his head up, but he doesn’t allow it. A whine slips past your lips as you put both hands on his neck, attempting to get his attention.

“I can make you feel better, yeah?” You suggested, one hand traveling down his chest. He grabbed your wrist just as you reached his navel. “Harry.”

“No.” He quickly shot your efforts down.

“You don’t.. want me?” The words came out in a soft whisper, almost inaudible.

Harry let out an unamused laugh. “You shouldn’t want me, baby. I.. you’re bleeding.”

You were annoyed by his constant complaining, so you decided to determine the outcome yourself. When you reached up to touch your throat, Harry shook his head. You felt a wetness coat two of your fingertips. When you pulled your hand back to look, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.

“M’not touching you anymore.. not right now.” He said suddenly, making your heart drop to your gut.

“What? No! Harry.” You whined, quickly wiping your fingers on your shirt so you could touch his face. “Bubby, i need you, please.”

“Baby, no.”

Tears began forming in your eyes. “This isn’t fair! I want this. You didn’t do it on purpose!”

He shook his head and gripped your sides. “Go. M’not doing anything.”

That broke your heart - literally crushed your lungs. A breath came from your mouth and you slumped against him, his face in your chest as you lazily put your arms around his neck.

“Pretty please.” You mumbled out, trying your best to be as sweet as possible. “Love you so much.”

Harry huffed back. “I love you, darling, but M’not doing this right now.”

“Harry-“

“Give it up, baby. M’serious.”

“Fine!” You threw your arms down and pressed your hands on his shoulders to stand up. He tried to keep a hold of your waist but you furiously shoved his hands down. “You’re being mean for no reason!”

He didn’t like the tears rolling down your clearly angry face. “Baby-“

“No!” You yelled, fists clutched at your sides. “I didn’t interrupt you! You let me in! I didn’t do anything mean to you!”

“I never said you did!” He raised his voice right back at you, but you didn’t care.

Within seconds, you were fleeing his office and rushing up the stairs to the bedroom. Harry was supposed to give you his undivided attention - but today he chose to neglect that promise. He wasn’t working on anything that needed his full focus, so why was he acting that way? It wasn’t like he had never bit you before..

((I wrote this originally using a name for the female character, but I changed it! Excuse any errors if I left in the name anywhere!))

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Family Ties.

(y/n) tomlinson was the second oldest tomlinson sibling, with her older brother louis, being the oldest, she was currently as of 2024 at the gorgeous age of twenty-nine.

being a member of a family that was known around the world because she had a famous brother who was in one of biggest boy bands in the world, her sisters being influencers, her life was most of the time always in the news.

back in 2010, she first met the future love of her life, the one and only mr harry edward styles, she was fifteen, he was sixteen, at first the two of them were friends, but then as they grew older sparks flew, there first proper date occurred in 2012, when they went to an italian restaurant and that’s when the whole world found out the truth.

her brother wasn’t really mad, louis knew that harry was a good guy, and that he would treat her accordingly, and so there relationship only seemed to bloom from then on.

authors note - ahhh, im so excited for this little universe, best friends brother is defo one of my favourites, so please enjoy this and let me know what you all think 💗

face claim - tess christine

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how it all started.

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03 - Just Wanna Stay In The Moment

Summary : part 3 to Let Passion Get Too Much … louis x niall x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, double penetration, creampie, choking, weed smoking, y’all it’s fkn filth

Word Count : 5k

it’s not until the final guest has left, louis clicking the door shut and locked, that he saunters into the kitchen, finally giving you that knowing look, “think i’m that daft ? i’ve been looking for my smokes for a fuckin hour, and you two are just conveniently still here,” he smirks, looking over at niall, “what ? is this becoming the birthday tradition ?”

niall laughs, shaking his head, “took ya long enough. christ, she stole those hours ago. been listening to her drone on about it too.”

louis’ eyes snap back to yours, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, as he walks towards you, making you take a few steps backwards, gently hitting the counter, louis trapping you against it, “s’that so ?”

you hum, nodding and biting your lip, “was kind of hoping you’d come looking for them.”

“where did you put them ?” louis asks, a little glint in his eye, as he looks you up and down.

you shrug playfully, smirking, “gonna have to find them.”

“so where should i start ?” he hums, dropping down into a crouching position, his hands gripping into your ankles, gliding up your calves slowly, your thighs, feeling every bit of your legs, muttering as he comes to a stand again, “nope, not there.”

you can feel the prickling warmth starting to spread through your skin, as his hands come up to the swell of your bum, giving a generous squeeze, his fingertips bumping up against something hard, “mmh, you’re wearing a plug again aren’t you ?” he asks, his face all of a sudden crowding yours, lips ghosting your own.

you smile up at him, murmuring, “just for you, birthday boy.”

louis bites into your bottom lip, his hands slipping under your shirt, palms coming into contact with your bare skin, working their way up your sides, reaching your bra. his hands cup your breasts, pressing them together, thumbs feeling the rigid edges of a cigarette pack. he hums in excitement, pulling the smokes out of your bra, flinging the pack across the room, his lips finally landing on yours in a hard, heated kiss.

you groan, melting into him, louis’ large hands working over your covered chest, taking handfuls of your tits. you instinctively wrap your arms around louis’ neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

your eyebrows furrow when the faint smell of weed starts wafting into your nose, louis also noticing the smell, pulling away from the kiss to look over at niall, who had made his way across the room to filter through louis’ stash, finding a few joints along with the cigarettes.

“oh, help yourself mate, yeah ?” louis tuts playfully offended.

niall’s eyebrow rises as he looks back up at louis, “helping yourself to my girlfriend, lets call it even yeah ?”

louis laughs, shaking his head, “as long as you’re sharing that,” he points to the joint, “think that’s the premise of this whole ordeal innit ?”

“can we go somewhere cozier than your kitchen ?” you ask softly, louis nodding a quiet, “‘course, love,” leading you and niall up to his bedroom, “might as well skip the living room step and just pile together on my bed, yeah ?”

niall laughs, lunging himself onto the mattress, careful not to burn a hole in the sheets with the joint, “perfect plan tommo,” he murmurs around the filter, taking a drag, his legs crossed, one arm under his head as a pillow.

“christ, you’re really making yourself at home tonight mate,” louis chuckles, sitting next to niall, his back against the headboard, plucking the joint from his lips and taking a long drag for himself.

the bed dips as you sit yourself between them, facing them, legs crossed, waiting for your turn with the joint. that is, until niall’s eyes fall on yours, his hand reaching out for your own, pulling you to straddle his thighs, “smoke with me, pretty girl ?”

your face lights up, nodding quickly, because you know exactly what he’s implying. you watch him push himself up into a sitting position, plucking the joint right out of louis’ mouth, bringing it to his lips.

louis furrows his eyebrows, head flicking towards niall, “s’my fuckin birthday.”

“it’s for her,” niall mumbles around the filter, head nodding towards you.

“s’in your fuckin mouth,” louis laughs, rolling his eyes.

without giving louis another word, niall turns back towards you, pulling the joint from his lips, holding the smoke in his lungs. his other hand leaves the mattress, arm bending at the elbow, forearm pressed between your chests, hand cupping the back of your neck and jaw.

his eyes are trained on yours, nose flicking against your own in a soft butterfly kiss, hand leaving your neck to grip your chin, forcing your jaw to go slack. he exhales the smoke into your awaiting mouth, eagerly sucking back the first glimpse of weed tonight.

once all the smoke has left his lungs, niall forces your mouth closed, murmuring, “hold it,” and turning to face louis, taking another drag, “see ?”

louis huffs a laugh, nodding, fingertips reaching out for your thigh, stroking softly, “look good taking orders from him,” he coos, nodding towards niall.

a bashful smile takes over your features, noticing niall pass off the joint to louis, both of his arms now smooshed between your bodies, large hands cupping both your jaw and neck, his thumb tapping against your chin, finally giving you the okay to exhale.

niall’s eyes are locked on yours the entire time, beginning to exhale himself, the moment your lungs emptied and started your next breath. you know what he’s doing. and it’s fuckin working. 

he’s not giving you access to the fresh air your brain so desperately craves. he’s trying to get you just as stoned as he and louis are, without actually touching the joint. you can already feel the telltale jumpiness in your toes and the tips of your fingers.

instead of closing your mouth, he presses his lips to yours, a soft groan leaving your throat. his hands hold you in place, tongue quickly slipping into your mouth for a taste, pulling away from the kiss just as fast.

“go to him,” he murmurs, nodding towards louis and patting your bum, watching you get comfortable on his lap. and for the first time, you realize that louis’ stripped down to his boxers.

“hi darling,” he coos around the joint, taking it from his mouth in one hand, the other wrapped around your hips, holding you to him.

you smile wide, arms winding around louis’ neck, lips slotting with his in a deep kiss. his hold on you tightens, groan echoing in your throat. he pulls away just long enough to blow the smoke into your mouth, kissing you again and again.

you can feel niall now, on his knees behind you, obviously having stripped himself of all his clothes, straddling louis’ legs as well. his hands land on your waist, lips pressing kisses along your neck, “lets get these clothes off,” he mutters, tugging on your shirt and bra.

louis’ hands make contact with your bare skin, moaning softly, as he takes the last drag from the joint, sharing it with you again.

you were all feeling the strong effects of the joint, brains foggy, bodies buzzing. every touch, every sound seemed amplified, coursing through your veins, and making your skin prickle, heat expanding from your most intimate places.

as niall finishes to undress you, he peers over your shoulder at louis, “alright, s’your birthday, tell us what you want.”

louis laughs, smirking lightly, looking up at both of you, “christ, v’thought about this more times than i’d like to admit,” and in more ways than he’ll probably ever admit, “want you squirting in my mouth again,” he breathes, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. “and since it’s my birthday, i’ll decide if and when m’sharing,” he chuckles, eyes flicking between both of you. 

you can feel niall’s breathy laugh against the softness of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine, shooting straight to your already soaked centre. without thinking twice, your hips start grinding against louis’ hardening length, quiet moan leaving his lips.

“n’then we’re gonna fuck you,” louis breathes, “wanna be in your cunt tonight, love. maybe make you squirt again. maybe even taste again, fuck,” he groans, pressing up against you. he was so buzzed, and so horny, and christ, some of his wildest thoughts about you and niall could potentially be coming true. he was losing his mind in the best way imaginable.

a loud breathy moan from you breaks louis’ train of thought, his eyes snapping to yours, noticing the absolute blissed out expression on your face, body limply leaning back against niall’s. and then he feels it, niall’s fingers working the plug inside you, his knuckles bumping into louis’ cock from time to time.

louis groans softly, slipping himself down under your bodies, his face right under your sopping cunt. he peers up at your heat, biting his lip, because really, he never thought he’d be blessed enough to have an opportunity like this. and not only once, but three times now.

his tongue darts out, taking a tentative lick through your folds, gathering your arousal on the tip of his tongue. he moans at the taste of you, his eyes rolling back, “christ, love, got the best cunt,” he groans, pulling on your hips, forcing you to sit on his face. 

you moan loudly, hips bucking instinctively, niall pressing the plug into you deliciously, hitting spots inside you that send sparks flying through your entire body. plus the wet heat of louis’ mouth, and the messiness of his technique, sending your brain in a frenzy. “fuck, fuck,” you whimper, reaching down to grip into louis’ hair, needing some way to ground yourself.

your head tips back against niall’s shoulder, fingers buried tight in louis’ hair, the buzz of the earlier joint making you lose your senses quicker than usual. you couldn’t believe how good they were making you feel. from the plug pressing through your thin inner walls and hitting directly into your sweet spot, to the lapping of louis’ tongue from your entrance to your clit.

louis hums against your most sensitive spot, shiver running through your body, mouth pressed up against you as he speaks, “can feel the plug, fuck.”

“s’gonna be my cock soon,” niall murmurs, sucking a bruise into your neck, “wanna feel you so fuckin bad, sweet girl, christ, my cock is so hard right now.”

“do it, fuck, do it,” louis groans, stuffing his face harder against your pussy, tongue battling the plug to reach your gspot.

“anything for you tonight,” niall chuckles, twisting and playing with the plug, making it catch against your tight rim time and time again, until finally, he removes it.

out of the blue, your body convulses around your first orgasm, clenching over nothing, a loud moan echoing through the room as you tremble against niall’s chest, louis’ tongue flicking continuously over your clit, working your high, not giving you any form of break, delving into your entrance again.

and a moment later, without so much time for a breath, you feel the head of niall’s cock pressing up against your ring of muscles, slowly breaching into you.

you whimper loudly, tugging harder on louis’ hair, making him groan, feeling the vibration through your pussy. niall’s arm winds itself around your torso, keeping you upright, moaning himself at the sheer tightness of your inner walls.

with the buzz of alcohol and weed leading you on, the moment niall’s cock settles into the depths of your insides, louis’ mouth suctioned to your clit, another orgasm starts crashing over you, warmth spreading through your entire being, prickling your fingertips. 

“holy shi-“ you breathe, rocking your hips harder, eyes rolling back, trying to contain the volume of your moans, increasingly getting louder as the coil in your tummy snaps for the second time.

louis can feel the spasming of your heat, his tongue lapping and flicking you through it, sucking on your folds and your clit, anywhere his mouth can grasp. he can hear the loud moan coming from niall, his cock seethed inside the tight warmth of your ass, sending a zap of electricity to his cock.

“c’mon beautiful, please squirt for us, please,” louis coos against your clit, nibbling into your sensitive little button.

you whimper, hearing the softness of louis’ voice, trying so hard for him. while in all honestly, you had no control over anything at the moment, your brain so fuzzy from the substances running through your veins. it wasn’t something you could force.

“i got this one lou,” niall mutters, one hand firmly wrapped around your body for support, the other hand winding itself around your throat softly, whispering against your ear, “m’right here, petal,” he coos, pecking the spot beneath your ear, as a quiet reminder that he’s got you. no matter what happens, niall’s here. your niall. taking care of you no matter what.

you nod, leaning your head further back, giving niall full access, his fingers immediately closing in on your throat. not a moment later, your cunt clenches hard, blood flow constricted from reaching your brain, prickling fuzziness floating through your body. 

if it weren’t for louis’ happy, proud, satisfied moan, and the extreme sucking, flicking of his lips, you almost wouldn’t have felt the gush exploding from your cunt, squirting directly into louis’ awaiting mouth.

“mmh, fuck yes, like that lovely,” louis hums, lapping up every last drop, holding your hips still on face, craving more. “did so good, that was so fast, darling.”

“you’re welcome,” niall chuckles breathily, louis’ eyebrows furrowing, taking a moment to look up at you, noticing niall’s hand around your neck.

“fuck, shoulda known,” he groans into your pussy, “of course you like to be choked.”

“love it,” you sigh around a moan, already so full of niall, so overstimulated from louis, so floaty from the weed and the lack of oxygen, you knew it would not take long to cum again.

it’s when you feel the slow, deep thrusting of niall’s cock, mingling with the quick flicks of louis’ tongue, their fight for dominance over your inner walls, right at the same time as your throat gets squeezed again, that the telltale signs return. “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you cry out like a mantra, over and over, your legs trembling, sheen of sweat forming onto your skin, muscles seizing, as your jaw goes slack, gasping for air, body wracking through another explosive high. 

louis’ swallows every drop that you have to offer, revelling in your taste, in your smell, in your sounds, fuck. his hips buck up into the air instinctively, his prick searching for something, any fucking thing, that he can rut up against, needing some sort of relief.

he works you through your high, slowing his movements as you come down from your orgasm, louis’ mouth detaching with a wet pop. he’s quick to shuffle back into a sitting position, resting against the headboard again.

niall eyes louis’ face over your shoulder, his mouth absolutely soaked from your overflow of arousal. with the weed coursing through his blood and up to his brain, he doesn’t think much beyond needing a taste. he quickly lunges forward, pinning you between both of them, niall’s mouth attaching itself to louis’, his hand gripping the back of louis’ hair to keep him in place.

louis groans, feeling niall’s tongue dip into his mouth, humming as he scoops up every little taste he can reach. one of louis’ hands falls on niall’s hip, his nails leaving small crescent indents in their wake, finding himself somehow even more needy than he was a moment ago.

niall ends up breaking the kiss first, panting for air, his head resting against yours, blinking his eyes open to look at his friend, “sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

louis’ quick to shake his head, sucking in a deep breath, “don’t you dare fuckin apologize,” he grumbles, his voice croaky from all the groaning and moaning.

the gravelliness of louis’ voice does not go unnoticed to you, the sound hitting your eardrums, traveling down your spine, to your already abused cunt. but you wanted more, fuck, so much more, a whimper getting caught in your throat, as you bite your lip.

louis’ gaze flicks over to yours, smirking softly, “something about us together gets you off doesn’t it darling ?” he hums knowingly, resting his forehead against yours. “remember you cumming last time, right while i was kissing him.”

you bite your lip, almost drawing blood, eyes locked on louis’, nodding. you can feel his fingers playing with your labia, roaming, flicking, stroking, spreading. the soft sound of louis’ voice hitting your ears, “s’there room for me in there, lovie ?” making you whimper quietly.

nodding quickly, your mouth collides with his, chasing a little taste of your own, tongue lapping up the mix of niall and louis and you and fuck, you just needed him inside you as well. “always louis. please. please give me your cock.”

“such a good girl,” he coos, lining himself up, waiting for niall to pull back, before thrusting into you.

your jaw falls, head tipping back on niall’s shoulder, as they take their turns thrusting into you. you could feel your brain starting to float, the constant feeling of being filled by one of their cocks, your mind and body reeling at the constant dragging intrusion, too far gone to keep up with their rhythm.

you were a trembling mess, whimpering loudly, crying out, skin fiery hot. their cocks would catch around your entrances, giving your body and extra jolt with each thrust. as louis’ cock delved deep inside you, niall’s cock was waiting patiently by your hole, breaching you each time louis was pulling back. 

niall still had an arm wound around you for good measure, and thank god, considering he was the only thing holding you up at this point. his other hand was gripped into louis’ hip, one of louis’ hands doing the same to niall, their silent way of communicating, keeping up their thrusting pattern.

with your head tipped far back on niall’s shoulder, panting for air through your loud moans, your neck was presented beautifully for louis. gently, he runs his fingertips up your stomach and over your breasts, taking a moment to show some love to your nipples, something he’d neglected so far, too caught up with your beautiful cunt. he pulls and tweaks, feeling your chest being pushed into his hands on its own accord.

louis keep one of his hands busy with your breasts, roaming, groping, squeezing, while his other hand runs up to your throat, cupping it softly, “can i ?” he murmurs.

niall feels you fall more limp against him at the mere thought of louis choking you. but he also knows your reservations of trying this for the first time with someone new. so he tucks his face against yours, leaving a soft lingering peck just under your ear again, silently letting you know that he’s right here. he’s got you. you’re okay. you’re safe.

barely a moment later, you’re nodding, niall’s hand stroking your hip in comfort, eyes locked on you, as louis’ fingers tighten their hold.

your eyes instantly roll back, brain far gone, your cunt clamping down on louis’ length simultaneously. your moans pick up strength, bearing your throat to louis even more, hands reaching out to grip him, another orgasm igniting your body.

“yes, fuck,” niall groans, “keep going louis, dont stop.”

and just like that, louis’ cumming as well. his cock seethed inside you, hot spurts of his orgasm filling you to the brim, niall thrusting into you at the same time, foregoing their rhythm in favour of feeling you both hitting your highs.

a louder moan leaves both yours and louis’ mouths, your body spasming even more at the added fullness from niall’s cock. 

louis’ hands leave your body, reaching out to grip niall’s ass, pulling him into you impossibly more, because fucking christ, he never in a million years thought hearing his friend moan out his name, or feeling his friend’s prick, would be the thing that sends his brain into a frenzy.

you both felt so fucking good. your cunt clamped down on him, niall’s gruffly loud moans, your nails almost breaking his skin, the tip of niall’s cock brushing against his length. louis needs to pull out, soon, before it becomes too overwhelming.

slowly, and with lots of soft kisses to your skin in comfort, louis’ member falls from your entrance, a small trickle of squirt leaving you. and with his eyes zeroed in on your heat, it does not go unnoticed to louis. his fingers reach out to tickle your gaping cunt, murmuring, “looks like you have more to give, darling.”

you whimper, nodding quickly, so fucking far gone, you just wanted to make them feel good. fuck, the more they felt good, the more you felt good. you loved pleasing them, and you loved how good they were to you in the process.

“drink tonight ?” louis nods towards niall, figuring it had to be the only reason he hasn’t cum yet. his prick has been squeezed down on, through more of your orgasms, than any of you could count right now.

“yeah,” niall laughs, breathing heavily, his cock still working inside you, albeit slower now, enjoying the silkiness of your insides. the buzz of the joint still present, making everything move slower, taking the time to feel you completely, as you were leaned back against niall’s chest, revelling in a moment of quietness, catching your breath and getting reacquainted with your bearings.

“wonder if this’ll work,” louis hums to himself, dropping down again, shuffling further down the mattress. he pulls your hips down again, forcing niall to do the same.

as you were both expecting louis’ mouth to close in on your cunt again, it came as a huge shock to feel louis’ nose bump into your entrance, his tongue darting out to lick at niall’s cock with every backwards thrust.

“bloody fuckin christ,” niall cries out, his arm wrapping tighter around you, feeling an overdrive of stimulation. the tight silky warmth of your inner walls, the sucks of louis’ wet mouth, flicking tongue, dragging bluntness of his teeth. he couldn’t focus on anything.

niall’s thrusts pick up speed, his prick pounding into you harder, wanting to feel both you and louis all at once. he reaches down, taking a fistful of louis’ hair, nails scraping at his scalp.

louis groans, the sting in his hair shooting down to his prick, feeling it starting to stiffen again, making him grip into the plushness of niall’s bum. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” niall gasps, “like that louis, don’t stop. don’t fuckin stop.”

and christ, louis needs to make a mental note to tell niall that he needs to shut up. the more he talks like that, the more it unknowingly works louis up. but his cock is spent, he has no idea how niall’s still doing this. although, he can’t say he’s complaining at the opportunity to put his mouth on his prick. he’ll blame that thought on the weed later.

with his hands still gripped into niall’s ass, louis works up a rhythm for him, pounding into you relentlessly, his nose bumping against your entrance with each sway of your hips.

“fuck, oh my-” you whine, gasping for air, another orgasm wracking your body, clenching down harder than you have all night.

and with that, comes another large gush from your cunt, louis’ mouth eagerly there to lap up your orgasm. 

niall was sitting right on the edge, the squeeze of your muscles around his length so deliriously perfect, if only there was one, little, tiny, extra -

louis seriously cannot believe what alcohol does to his friend. christ, he must not have cum once while they were touring the world, poor lad. in slight frustration, because really fuck, louis’ hand leaves the roundness of niall’s bum, in favour of giving a tight tug on his balls.

a guttural groan rumbles through niall’s body, muscles seized tight, pulling on louis’ hair hard, as hot spurts of cum fill you up once more.

louis smirks against you, a sense of pride in what he’s capable of achieving, letting you both work through your highs, slowly coming to a stop. he shuffles his way out from under the both of you, niall taking the opportunity to help you lay down against the mattress.

“how you feeling petal ?” niall murmurs, sitting next to you, facing you, fingertips gently trailing over your tummy.

“so fucking good,” you breathe out, a smile gracing your lips. you were so fucked out, laying comfortably, your legs spread open, head tucked up into louis’ pillows.

“can see your brain working tommo,” niall laughs, looking over at his friends, his gaze locked on your pussy.

“wanna taste,” louis mumbles, almost mesmerized by what he’s seeing. your entrance weeping with a mix of your arousal and his cum, your hole gaping over nothing, niall’s cum slowly seeping out of you. “please, lovely,” he murmurs, his fingers gliding over your inner thigh, so so close to your pussy.

“yeah,” you nod, so incredibly blissed out, knowing you’ll be feeling these adventures come morning, but for now, you just couldn’t help yourself. you didn’t quite want the pleasure to go away just yet.

“perfect girl,” he smiles wide, looking over at niall, “joining me ?” and without waiting for an answer, louis dips down, tongue lapping a long stripe.

“fuck, dont hog it all,” niall grumbles, dipping down as well, both of their heads between your thighs.

louis immediately sinks down lower, licking up a dribble of niall’s cum, fingers gripping into your thighs, keeping you spread open wide. he moans around the taste, tongue delving into you for more.

niall slowly laps up your slit, from your entrance up to your clit, and back down. over and over and over again, the tip of his tongue catching on your opening. it made your pussy clench every time, louis’ cum coating the inside of niall’s mouth with every pass. 

it was getting messier and messier, niall’s spit leaking down to mix with louis’, a mix of everyone’s cum mingling together, the increasing moans coming from not only you, but them as well. 

louis wanted more though, craved more. so he worked his way back up, licking through your cunt, along with niall, both of them stopped at your entrance. you could feel their tongues mingling together inside you, taking advantage of being able to taste you, while simultaneously sharing a moment.

you wanted to let them have this, you really did. you’ve had the opportunity to talk to both of them since last time. separately. and the general consensus was that they get each other off. the other general consensus was that they figured they couldn’t tell each other. it was ridiculous really. but you figured you’d let them play this out their way. see where it goes.

but you were really too sensitive, teetering on the painfully uncomfortable. somewhere along the line, the hurt so good, turned not so good. 

your telltale whimper hits niall’s ears in an instant, pulling him from whatever fantasy he was floating to, honestly he can’t even remember it now. all he can focus on is your sign of discomfort. and fuck, he understands. can’t imagine going through everything they’d put you through so far. and now they’re greedily demanding more. 

niall instantly presses his teeth into louis’ tongue, gently enough not to hurt, but forcibly enough to make him follow, pulling him away from your cunt, closing his mouth around louis’ tongue and sucking on it. he grips into louis’ hair, pulling him just far enough for you to close your legs.

he steals a moment to revel in the feeling of louis’ mouth, an elated groan leaving his throat, one that louis is happy to swallow down.

niall pulls away reluctantly, resting his forehead against louis’, panting in an effort to catch his breath, “y’okay petal ?”

“mhmm,” you nod, “just couldn’t take any more.”

“sorry, darling,” louis hums, head rolling to face you, a sympathetic look in his eyes. but the worry fades as he notices a happy glint in your gaze, looking seriously fucked out, in the best way possible.

he lays down next to you, niall doing the same, enjoying a quiet moment, fingers rubbing skin, none of you quite sure who or what you’re petting anymore, taking it all in, in a post sex, post weed, post alcohol daze.

“really hope we don’t have to wait until niall’s birthday to do this again,” louis chuckles bashfully, face tucked against your shoulder.

both you and niall puff out laughs, you shaking your head, “definitely not.”

Part 4

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[marjorie189]

tourist, tour guide, flights & lives (a louis partridge imagine)

hello everyone! 

in regards to Enola Holmes 2 coming out this month, here's a special imagine for everyone! 

this was requested by @hoelesslyt​! So thank you! I hope the wait was worth it haha! 

Request:

Y/N and Louis’s dating life is private to the world. Louis visits Y/N in America and they both head out to UK for the set of Enola Holmes. Louis goes live on instagram while Y/N is behind the camera. The fans start to get curious as to who Louis keeps on glancing at. He wasn’t being really discreet.

if anyone would like to request, go right ahead! 

word count: 6760

here we go! 

imagine:  

“Come on babe!” I say taking in Louis’s hand.

He shakes his head as I lead him to another artifact in town. He holds a smile he couldn’t resist.

“Gosh, I don’t even know who the tourist is,” He teases.

I stop in my tracks and turn around to face him.

“Well you but I just want to make sure you’re getting the full experience,” I smile at him sheepishly.

He looks down at me with an amused smile on his face.

“What?” I question feeling my cheeks warming up from his gaze.

“Nothing, it’s just you’re so sweet,” He compliments, leaning down to kiss me.

He softly presses his lips on mine before parting away.

“It just feels like I’ve seen every inch of the city,” He continues with a chuckle, his eyes not leaving mine.

I frown at him, my face saddening.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly, sticking my bottom lip out.

“What? No, not like that,” His eyes soften, reaching for my hands. “I find it cute how you want to show me around.”

My heart fills with relief. I don’t want to be overbearing.

“Oh god! I thought I was being a bit much. You got me worried, there, for a bit!” I say slightly shoving his shoulder.

He shakes his head and lets out a laugh.

“No!” He says, placing his arm over my shoulder, pulling me into a side hug. My head resting against his chest as he leans down placing a kiss on my temple.

I smile and face down to hide my blush.

Louis and I have known each other for a while now but the relationship is fresh. We started dating a couple months ago. The distance is difficult so every moment we get together is as if we’ve just met all over again. The same puppy, young love.

He just came from London to America, to come and visit.

“I’m so glad you came,” I whisper into his chest, turning my body to fully embrace him in a bear hug.

“Aww,” He chuckles sweetly, holding me in a tight embrace.

I rest my head on his shoulder, only managing by tippy toeing. The sides of our faces are skin to skin.

He gave me a tight squeeze before we let go of our hug. The only thing holding us together was our now held hands.

We walked side by side, slowly, with no destination.

“Of course I came. I missed my girlfriend!” He exclaimed as if I was crazy. Gosh I’ll never get over his British accent.

A growning smile formed on my face. Louis’s eyes sparkling at the sight of his girlfriend smiling adorably.

“Why are you smiling like that?” He asks with an arrogant smile and raised brow, surprising me with a peck. He was so sure of himself.

My lips leave his. “It’s just when you call me your girlfriend in that British accent…” I trail with a groan, licking my lips.

He chuckles, quite entertained.

“Perks of having an American girlfriend. I just speak and she’s falling at my feet,” He cockily states.

I gasp. “I’m not that into you!” I say sending him a punch.

“I can take all the punches in the world. You know I’m right,” He claims.

I roll my eyes.

“Not at all!” I sassily respond.

He chuckles, shaking his head.

I cease our walking as I take my phone out to order an uber.

“Where are you taking me that requires an uber?” Louis questions, laying his head on my shoulder.

“Well we just looked around The Bean and now we’re heading to Navy Pier,” I inform.

“Can’t we just walk to the pier?” Louis asked adorably with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Unless you’d like to walk about half an hour, then sure,” I smile at him.

He playfully rolls his eyes at me, taking his chin off my shoulder.

“Alright, I guess,” He says, letting out a defeated groan followed by my chuckle.

“Remember you’re the tourist, so you listen to me,” I jokingly say.

“Okay, tour guide,” He says mockingly.

I scrunch my face at him in response.

“I do gotta say, I got a pretty cute tour guide,” He teases as his arms manage to make contact with my waist, making me squirm.

He lets out small laughter, realizing the impact his touch has on my sensitive waist.

“Stop, you’re getting me all tickly,” I manage to let out with a blush.

He had to admit he loved the sight, proceeding with squeezing her tightly.

I giggle against his hold.

“Let’s go…” I trail as I get summoningly close to him. “The uber is here,'' I smile cheekily against his lips.

He loved the way she knew how to send him into abyss. The way she innocently yet seductively sent vibrations against his lips as she spoke to him.

“Oh. Mhm.” Louis says coming back to reality. He could get lost in the thought of her forever. She so innocently got him flustered.

“Fuck!” He murmured to himself.

“What?” I questioned concernedly.

He stopped her before she entered the uber.

“It’s just the way you got so close to me, telling me that our uber is here…” He trailed in whispers, getting closer by the second. “I just couldn’t resist,” He plummets. His fingers pulling a strand of hair behind my ear.

It took me a couple seconds to compose myself before I spoke up.

“Well behave yourself! We’re getting on an uber!” I act, as if what he didn’t just do drove me insane.

“Well, aren't Americans known for doing foul things?” He continued his antics. Implying for us to do not so heavenly things in the back seat.

“Well you’re not an American,” I boasted.

“But, you are.” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him and got in the uber as he followed behind with a foolish smile.

As we got accustomed to the ride, I placed my lips near his ear.

“You’re insane but I love you. Maybe next time,” I teased jokingly.

The car ride was short, it was only a couple minutes.

“You’re here kiddos! Have a fun time,” The driver converses as he comes to a halt.

“Thank you. We will!” Louis and I say as we step out.

“This is beautiful!” Louis says as he captures the beautiful lake.

I nod with a smile.

“This is a perfect opportunity to say something romantic. So, not as much as you,” I smile cheekily.

He forms a smile followed by a blush not expecting the compliment.

I giggle at the way he takes it.

“Well come on,” I say, taking him towards the attractions. “There’s so much to do!”

“What is this huge line for?” Louis asks with a bit of impatience trailing along the words as we stand at the end of the line.

“For that big thing!” I smile pointing up at the sky.

“Okay fine,” Louis complies once he sees the ferris wheel. “It’ll be cute,” He smiles adorably.

I nod.  

“Plus I have you as entertainment while we wait,” I boast going in for a kiss.

He mumbles in agreement as we do.

He retrieves from the kiss as his eyes trail behind me.

“OH, but only if we go on that afterwards!” Louis excitedly says pointing at the boat zooming by the pier.

I chuckle at him.

“We can do anything you want,” I say looking back at Louis as the huge speed boat goes into the distance.

“Anyhing?” He smirked.

I smile, trying to hide it and failing miserably, letting out laughter.

I shove him, telling him to stop.

He hummed in amusement just staring at me with his annoying smile.

“You’re such an idiot,” I say, shaking my head.

“Well that’s why you’re smiling right?” He teases.

I don’t respond verbally but with a shake of my head.

He lets out a chuckle.

We soon end up at the front of the line awaiting our turn.

“Just you two?” The worker asked.

“Yes sir,” Louis responds.

We enter the enclosed cubicle and take our seats as the door closes behind us on its own.

We go up a couple feet as another group takes their seat in the following cubicle.

I sit across from Louis. His face is practically pressed against the window of the cubicle. The ferris wheel slowly going up.

I smile at the sight of him. He’s the most precious human being.

He faces me now and leans back against his seat.

Goshh he’s so hot!

His dark eyes not leaving me, trailing every inch of my face.

I was about to speak up but he beat me to it.

“You’re so beautiful,” He sighs.

I smile widely.

“Come here,” He says softly, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

He pats the seat beside him. I happily stand up from my seat across from him and take my new one.

I get comfortable as I sit beside him. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I lay my head on his, looking out at the view.

“I love you,” I blurt out.

He pulls his head back to look at me

“Really?” He says brightly, caught by surprise.

“Mhm,” I say looking up at him.

I didn’t expect him to say it back. It was the first time one of us had said the L word to one another.

It was truly how I felt at this exact moment. Him and I closely put together. His arm wrapped around me as I lay comfortably on him. It was perfect. We were alone in this enclosed place, having our own private moment. On top of the world.

It was a pure moment.

The words simply slipped out of my lips.

He just looked at me, almost in admiration.

“Just being in this moment made me realize it. I love you,” I explain.

His smile widens from ear to ear.

“I love you too,” He says above a whisper, slowly moving closer to my face.

His thumb caressing my cheek, his eyes focusing on his hands against my face, slowly making eye contact with me.

“I love you,” He restates softly, leaning in to kiss me. I smile and let my eyes shut as our lips meet.

“The thought has been pondering in my mind for a while now. It’s all I’ve been thinking about the past weeks,” He says as our lips depart.

“Aww,” I pout. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

He shrugs.

“I didn’t want to freak you out. I was just thinking ‘what if she doesn’t feel the same’ and I didn’t want you to feel pressured to say it back,” He confessed.

“You’re so sweet. Thanks,” I smile, leaning back to peck his lips.

He chuckles after my lips leave his. He turns slightly to place a kiss on my cheek and ends it with one quick kiss on the lips.

“If it was possible to kiss you all day, I would take it,” I smile.

“Who said it wasn’t possible?” Louis taunts looking viciously into my eyes, leaning against me. Causing me to fall against the empty seats.

Louis hovers over my laid body, face to face.

I giggle as he starts to place wet kisses all over my face.

My face is all wet from his adorableness.

“Louiis!” I laugh out.

I place my hands on his head but he continues to trail his lips against my face’s skin.

His wet plump lips travel along my cheeks, jaw, chin, and nose.  

He then smashes his lips on mine ending his little banter.  

“What was that for?” I ask with a giggle, holding his face in my hands, as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“I just love you,” He smiles charmingly.

He slowly dives deep into my neck, softly sucking at my skin.

I let out a small moan as I closed my eyes.

“Louis,” I say, stopping him before things lead into another.

“I know, I know,” He smiles. “I just can’t help but kissing my girlfriend,”

I let out a small chuckle.

I gently get up as so does Louis.

We look out the window and realize we’re at the top, getting a 360° angle of Chicago.

As I looked out, I felt mesmerized by the beauty of the water.

“You know, looking out and seeing all these people and this city. Nothing compares to you,” Louis lets out.

I can’t help but let out a blush.

“What?” I question, furrowing my brows.

I look back at him and he stays silent.

“What’s up with you, giving me all these compliments?” I smile fondly.

“Nothing. It’s just you’re beautiful and might I add great,” He says.

“Why thank you,” I say, smiling like an idiot.

We continue the ride as we talk about sweet nothingness with the great view of Chicago.

Both of our laughter filled the enclosed compartment of the ferris wheel we’re taking place in.

We slowly come back down, in reality and metaphorically.

“Back to life now,” Louis remarks as he holds his hand out to me, before I proceed to exit off the ride.

“Unfortunately,” I giggle. “Kinda wish we’d stay up there forever,”

He hums in agreement.

“But we still have each other, don’t we?” He rhetorically asks.

“Always!” I smile widely and we both look at eachother sweetly.

Louis and I decide to get some snacks before we get in line for the speedboat ride.

A family was selling fresh fruit and it looked delicious.

“Do you want to share a big tub?” Louis asked.

I nodded as I went to grab a cold water from the family’s cooler.

“May we please get this fruit and the bottle of water?” Louis politely asked, as he pointed at the large tub of fruit.

The lady who I assumed is the mother nodded and we handed her some cash.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Louis says as he retrieves the fruit from her hands.

I smile at them in return and we head to the concession stand that is selling the tickets for the ride.

We opened the tub and we both picked a slice of fruit with our forks.

Louis picked a mango slice and I got a piece of watermelon.

“This is so yummy!” Louis say with a mouthful.

I chuckled as I swallowed my fruit.

“It really is!” I say delightedly.

The line moved rather quickly.

“Can we get two tickets please?” Louis asked.

The worker nodded.  “It’ll be $86.00,”

The worker handed us the tickets in return for the money.

“Thank you for wanting to ride with the SeaDog Extreme. The boat should come on board in about 20 minutes,” They informed us.

Louis and I walked away from the concession stand.

“That’s insane! About $100 for this boat ride? Not to mention it looks kind of scary,” I blurt out.

Louis let out a laugh and starts reading off the sign.  

“With exhilarating high speeds and full 360° spins, this jet-propelled ride blasts off to start and splashes down to stop. Experience full throttle slalom runs, sharp twists and turns, and feel the raw power and excitement of Seadog Extreme's two 1400 HP engines.” Louis states.

“That sounds terrifying.” I say and look towards the water to catch sight of the boat we’re going to board.

“Do you see it? It’s right there?” Louis says to me, pointing towards the distance.

I follow the direction in which his finger is pointing and catch sight of it.

The bright red boat filled with countless people, water splashing everywhere as it zooms by.

“Wonder how these supposed turns will work out? With that speed and a sharp turn, we’re all gone,” Louis curiously asks. “Too bad there’s a no refunds rule.”

“As if you’d get a refund,” I scoff with an eye roll, letting out a laugh.

“It’s kind of scary. I’d want to ride against the railing but what if you can fall off?” I say worridley.

Louis lets out a chuckle.

“It’s not funny!” I exclaim pushing him.

“I know! I know!” He says with his arms up. “But it’s still kind of funny,”

I roll my eyes.

“It’s okayyy!” He trails softly, as he makes it behind me, cuddling on my shoulder. “I’ll protect you,”

He plants a kiss against my neck.

I nod.  

“Okay.”

He stays wrapped behind me, as we both look out, waiting for the boat ride.

‘YOU WILL GET WET!’ reads the sign.

The boat ride came back to the docks and everyone riding it was drenched.

I groaned, leaning back against Louis.

He chuckles at my reaction, holding my now laid body on him.

“Come on,” He says, taking a hold of my hand.  

We hand our tickets and board the huge red boat.

“We should’ve been prepared,” Louis says as he looks around at everyone with puffy jackets that’ll keep them dry.

I let out a small groan, ending with both of our laughter.

To say the least, it was as if Louis and I had hopped in the shower with our clothes on.

Thanks to Louis wanting to stand right beside the railing of the side on the boat, right at the edge.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, please be seated. Our flight is ready for departure. We are now leaving Illinois,” The pilot proclaims from the speaker, circulating all around the plane.

Louis boops his head towards the window, lightly saying “Bye America.” to himself.

I smile at him, he’s so cute.

Louis and I are currently on our way to the UK. We spent a few days in Chicago and now we’re on a plane to the England so that Louis can start filming for Enola Holmes 2.

We have our own little private section in first class. We have two convertible seats, a small-to-regular-sized tv, and walls/doors to close us off from the rest of the plane.

Both of our reclining seats turned into an average sized bed, when it was sent all the way back. But we had them as the default plane seating, as we just boarded the plane.

Louis was spreading his legs all around, closing his legs, opening them again. I looked up at him, he seemed pretty interested in playing with his legs.

“You okay?” I ask, letting out a laugh, curious as to what his thoughts were.

He looked up at me, in realization of what my point of view must have been, joining my laughter.

With a smile he began to explain.

“I'm just dangling my legs around because of all this space!” He says relieved. “Planes are never fun for me, I always end up feeling squished or tightened up,” He says, shuddering in the thought of his past experiences.

“Wow the downfall of being tall!” I proclaimed. “That’s what I’m going to use when you’re being cocky about your height,” I teased.

Louis was very cocky about his height.

He always made sure I never forgot how tall he was, as if I would.

In any occurrence where he felt he needed to add how tall he was, he would.

He always likes to show off that he could swiftly grab items from high shelves and say something cheesy like, “Show your tall boyfriend your appreciation with a kiss.” in exchange for the item.

Or he’s always like to comment on how “short” I was compared to him.

He’d made up any excuse to speak about his height.

“Ohh, shove off!” He said with an eyeroll.

“You’re just upset because for once there’s a con about how tall you are!” I replied sassily.

“You know girls would die to have a tall boyfriend like me,” He says proudly, turning away from me.

I shook my head with a chuckle.

After a couple seconds of him silently ignoring me, he turns to face me and speaks.

“Stop being annoying and play with my hair,” He sarcastically says, almost pouting his lips.

In an instant I folded.

“Okay,” I say with a wide grin.

We both reclined our seats back, transforming them into a bed. We placed the pillows on the top of the soft mattress and laid back.

Louis took out a soft blanket we packed from his carryon, and spread it over our bodies. The air vents throwing fresh air at our covered bodies.  

I was laying on my side and Louis inched his face into my neck, snuggling.

“These next nine hours are going to be the best!” He mumbles into my sensitive neck.

I scrunch my face at the tickly sensation. He laughs noticing my expression.

“You’re so cute,” He raspily says, pressing soft kisses on my neck.

I trail my fingers through his fluffy hair. It was one of my favorite things about him, his amazing hair. It was so soft and messy. I could play with it forever. Louis loved it.

“We should turn a movie on,” He says, slightly lifting from his embrace to touch the tv. The crook of my neck feeling empty without him.

“What do you want to watch, baby?” He sweetly asks.

“Whatever you’d like,” I reply, I’d be too busy playing with his hair or gazing at the freckles on his cheeks, anyways.

“I can choose the next one,” He kindly says, inferring for me to choose one.

I pay closer attention to the screen and notce The Notebook is now available on Netflix.

“The Notebook!” I say softly, wanting him to come back into my embrace.

He clicks on it without hesitation, laying back into my chest, as I now lay on my back.

My hand roams into his hair again, scratching at his skin.

He lets out a little grunt.

“God, I love it when you play with my hair,” He says, tightening his embrace on my waist.

I let out a giggle as I smile widely.

“You’re blushing,” He mumbles, all cuddly, catching glimpses of my rosy filled face.

“Well it’s all because of you!” I exclaim, feeling warmer.

He presses sweet kisses on my cheek, as I twist strands of his hair within my fingers.

The orange-filled opening scene of The Notebook appeared on the screen. I admired the flocks of birds flying over the horizon of the creek, in perfect view of the great white house.

“I love the cinematography of this film,” Louis says admiringly, cherishing the film.

“Yeah, it’s a pretty great film. The scripting and dialouge is immaculate. I love it!” I express.

He was tentatively watching, throughout the duration of the film.

He really is the sweetest boy, in the entire world and universe.

“Why do I just feel you smiling at me?” Louis asks with a smile himself, keeping his eyes on the film.

“You’re just so sweet and caring. I’ve never met anyone so kind and loving like you. I’m just glad I have you,” I reply.

“And I’m glad I have you,” He says leaning over me, with a toothy smile.

His gaze warms up my cheeks.

He cups my cheeks and presses his lips against mine, completely taking over my world.

“I’m glad you’re going to be staying with me for the duration of the film,” He whispers into my lips.

A smile sweeps my face. “I’m glad I will be too!” I say as I pull him into my lips, arms wrapped around his neck.

He chuckles as our lips collide.

We continued watching movies and cuddling for the rest of the plane ride. In the last hour of the flight we decided to order some food.

We were currently sitting in our seats, no longer laying down.

“Gosh, I’m starving!” Louis groans.

“You’re such a baby. Your food is almost coming,” I say, playfully rolling my eyes.

“Well I’m just hungry is all,” He says softly, changing his tone, leaning into me pressing his face into my neck.

“Seee, a baby,” I reiterate with a chuckle, my fingers running through his hair.  

“Well if it means cuddling into you and having you play with my hair, then yes,” He mumbles against my skin.

I shake my head with a smile.

After a couple of minutes, an attendent came with our plates of food.

“Thank you so much,” Louis says, once our plates were set in front of us.

Gosh, he sounded so British saying that.

The flight attendant smiled and walked away, closing our private designated area.

“You know what I just realized?” I asked, as I began to eat. Louis nodded, wanting me to continue.

“I’m going to be in the UK for a good couple months and everyone is going to know I’m American, because of how I speak,” I rambled.

“You’re going to have an American accent now,” He grinned as his eyes were fixated on me.

“You’re going to be my American little girl,” He teased, bringing his hand to ruffle the top of my head, with a cute laugh.

I gave him a side eye.

“When I’m out and about on the streets of England while you’re filming, all the British boys are gonna want me,” I smirked at him.

“And who said you were going to be out and about on the streets of England, eh?” He asked, putting an arm around my shoulder, eyebrows furrowed.

“Me,” I say giggling with a smile, landing a kiss on his cheek.

“You wish.” He smiled.

-

As we disembarked the plane, Louis' phone got flooded with texts from Millie.

“Why am I not surprised?” Louis says looking down at his phone, both of us letting out laughs.

“She’s been texting me for hours,” Louis says looking at the time stamps of the messages.

“She seems great,” I giggle.

“Yeah, I can’t wait for you to meet her!” He smiles, taking hold of my hand and leading us through check in.

He went through the citizens line and I went through the foreigners one.

Once we met after our check in with UK’s immigration we walked out of our terminal, meeting with a Netflix employee with a sign saying “Louis Partridge and Y/F/N.”

-

“Okay well here is your humble abode for the next couple months, you two! Enjoy your stay,” The employee says as he comes to a stop in front of a building complex.

“Thank you, sir.” I smile as Louis and I exit the vehicle.

The driver opens up the trunk and Louis grabs our luggages.

“Do you want me to help you?” I ask

“I got it,” Louis says. What a gentleman.

I smile and we walk into the building, in search of our new home.

As we enter I hear a yelp and immediately feel myself being engulfed by someone.

“You guys finally made it! It’s so great to finally meet you. The famous Y/N,” And I immediately realize it’s Millie.

I let out a chuckle and reciprocated the tight hug.

“It’s nice to meet you too!” I smile as we let go of our hug.

Louis places the bags down and shakes his head.

“I honestly thought I was going to get a hug first, but I guess not,” He says to Millie, disappointngly.

“Oh come on, you know I was only excited to meet Y/N!” Millie confesses as they both give each other a hug.

Louis lets out a scoff in their hug. “Oh I know, you know she would always annoy me over text about you?” Louis says redirecting the conversation to me, looking over Millie’s shoulder to face me.

“Well come on! I had to meet the girl who puts up with you!” She sassily says letting go of Louis.

Louis makes an annoyed face as Millie looks over at me.

I only chuckle.

“I don’t know what it is about you, I’m surprised you even have a girlfriend. A pretty one at that too,” Millie says, flashing me a smile.

“Aww, thank you,” I blush at the compliment.

“Well let’s go. I’ll show you to your flat, right across from mine,” Millie welcomley says.

“God, I might have to request for a room change,” Louis murmured with an eyeroll.

“You know you love me,” Millie cheerily claims.

Louis shrugs and I playfully punch him.

He sends me a toothy grin and my insides explode with butterflies.

“Well here ya go!” Millie beamed as she led us to our door. “Jake and I are cooking tonight, so I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll text you when dinner is ready!” Millie excitedly concludes.

“Thanks Millie, that’s so sweet of you!” I smile appreciatively.

“Thanks, Mills.” Louis reiterates as he opens our door.

“Of course!” She proclaimed, entering her flat, across from ours.

Louis opens the door wider for me to enter first.

I walk in and see the opulent flat.

“It’s beautiful!” I say in awe.

Louis leans down, kicking the door behind him shut, wrapping his arms around my waist. He presses the side of his face against mine, softly.

Walking into the flat, we’re met with lengthy wide windows that showcase the amazing historic town of Yorkshire. To the left there’s a beautiful kitchen, with nicely colored cabinets and a nice dining table. To the right, we have a flat screen tv with a comfortable looking sofa.

“This is incredible! I can’t believe we’re experiencing this together,” He says, kissing my cheek as he hugs me from behind.

We walk further into the flat and see the way to the bedroom and the bathroom.

-

Once we settled into the apartment, Louis and I were cuddled up on the living room sofa, watching television.

“You know what you should do babe,” I say with an idea.

Louis hums and focuses his attention on me, away from the tv.

“You should go live! Your fans lovee it when you do!” I exclaimed.

He gasped, “You’re right!”

He grabbed his phone and stood up, walking to the kitchen island, sitting on a stool. He faced the kitchen cabinets.

I walked up to him, hugging him from behind, frowning.

He looked at me through the camera’s reflection on his phone. “What’s wrong?” He worridley asks, turning his body to look at me.

“I’ll just have to be on the side,” I say with a pout.

His expressions changed.

“Oh that’s right,” He says slightly above a whisper, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Just sit here,” He says, pointing adjacent to him. Where we’d be facing each other, but sitting slightly beside him.

I nod with a smile and sit at the island.

He leans over to me, “Come on, give me a kiss before the live,”

I flush at his affection and lean into him with a smile on my face.

Our lips meet and depart from each other just to meet again.

We both let out giggles before he sat back down to start his live.

From my angle I’m unable to watch his phone screen, only him.

“Alright, I’m about to start love,” He says looking up at me from his phone.

I nod and blow him a kiss.

His cheeks turn a light pink.

“You're so cute!” I whisper before his live started.

He starts it and says “No you are!”

I turn deep red and hold back a giggle, so that his live doesn’t hear me.

Louis being Louis, was unable to and lets out a cackle. Not even paying attention to his live anymore, his eyes on me.

I slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from letting out a laugh.

I look away from him to stop myself from laughing. Louis takes a couple deep breaths and composes himself.

I look over at him and his face is lowered to read the comments.

I unlock my phone, silencing the volume to join the live.

The same Louis that is beside me is on my screen.

I look down at the live, and more and more people flow into the live since it’s already been a couple seconds of him being on.

Comments:

Did anybody else hear that?

It seems like someone is there with him, right when the live started he was looking to the side

Hiii louis

I missed you louis

Was anyone else watching when he barely started the live? He said smiling ‘no you are’ as if he was blushing

What is everyone on about now?

Louis is there someone with you?

“Hiii guys!” Louis exclaims. “It’s been a while. How are you all?”

More comments started flowing in, diverting the conversation. A couple comments here and there speculating.

He read a couple comments aloud.

“I miss you guys too!” He expressed, as he replied to one. “I came on here to let you all know that we’re starting filming for Enola Holmes 2 tomorrow!” He says cheering and clapping.

I smile at his cuteness and he looks over at me with a smile that melts me. His eyes yelling at me, gosh it’s hard not being able to speak or kiss, or even touch him when he’s right beside me.

His eyes sadden as he looks back at his screen. I could tell it’s just as tough for him.

There it goes again

Who was he just looking at now!!!

Waittt why was that smile so cuteee & the way his eyesss looked <333

I’m screen recording this for edits, i’m glad i got that on film

I can’t wait for enola holmes 2

Where’s Millie??

Go live more often! I miss this and you

“Aww! I’ll try to go live more often. It’s going to be hectic once filming starts, but I'll try to. I promise,” Louis admits.

“Actually! Speaking of Millie. We have flats right across from each other! Exciting, right?” He muses, eyes roaming through the comments.

“I just landed today and I’m tired! But I was pretty comfy on the plane,” Louis admits, flashing me a smile.

Why don’t you rest before tomorrow?

“I would go to sleep but Millie is cooking dinner. Millie and Jake,” He responded.

“Aww, you’re going to be a third wheel with them all throughout the duration of filming,” Louis reads. “Ehh, I think I’ll be alright,” He responds with a growing smile, looking up at me.

I shake my head with an evergrowing smile and aggressively point at his phone, lifting my brows.

He chuckles at my reaction, shaking his head as he looks back down at his live.  

I quietly get out off the stool I was sitting on and walk towards the bedroom.

I walk around the kitchen island opposite of where Louis is, unable to be seen from the live. Louis follows me with his eyes as I walk towards our bedroom, as I pass the living room.

Unbeknown to us both, a part of the living room is visible to the live, showing my figure in the background as Louis is facing me.

He wanted to call out “Where are you going?” but couldn’t.

I walked to the bedroom so that Louis could focus on his live. I turned off my phone and started unpacking.

As Louis turned back to the live, clueless to the fact that everyone has seen Y/N’s back.

WHO WAS THAT??

I KNEW IT

Is that a girl? It looked like a girl

Okay.. that explains why Louis was distracted throughout the live

Louis’ heart dropped as he read the comments.

Is it true that they had seen Y/N?

His eyebrows were furrowed together as he nervously read the oncoming comments.

“What are you all on about?” He questioned nervously, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

Don’t play dumb Louis

We saw a girl walking in the background

“Whaatt?” He whsipers acting clueless, tentatively looking at the comments.

No wonder you were all smiley

And blushy too

You’re such a bad liar

Meanwhile Y/N was in their room, not knowing that Louis was on the verge of giving up their secret.

“Well I guess the cat is out of the bag, now,” He says lowly with a smile. “Y/N!” He yells out.

I was in the room sitting on the floor with my luggage wide open.

He must be done with his live.

I smiled happily and quickly got off the ground. I walked out the room and into the living room, towards the kitchen.

He was facing me [giving the live the left side view of himself] with the widest grin.

I walk into his embrace and catch his cologne filled aroma. My face met his right shoulder, I lift my face and met his eyes. He looked in a goofy mood, his eyes shining humorously.

I leaned closer to his face and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me for not even a second and left his lips against mine, letting out a giggle.

“What?!” I asked confused as to why he wasn’t craving my hugs and cuddles, especially my kisses. I know for a fact that he craved it after that live, it was hard enough for the both of us to hide our relationship.

He ignored my question and stayed still, eyes glued to me. I roamed around the room in hopes to figure out his odd behavior. My eyes met the island only to see his propped up phone with his live on, perfectly viewing the both of us.  

My mouth fell open and I turned over to him, slapping his chest.

“Louis!” I yell at him in shock as I cover my face with my hands, shyly.

He stood up from out of his seat, the live not quite catching his full body due to his height.

Louis pulls my hands away from my face and looks down at me with a naughty smile. I looked up at him as I shook my head.

“You bad, bad boy,” I whisper to him, my index finger pointing at him, undoubtedly being heard by the live.

He smirked and leaned down to kiss.

“Oh so now you want to kiss me?” I smile as I roll my eyes.

“Well guys, bye for now!” Louis says, sweeping up his phone and ending the live.

“Louis Patrick James Partridge!” I scowlded up at him as his arms wrapped around my lower waist, pulling me closer to him.

He lowered his face closer to mine.

Yes?” He cockily smirked.

“God, I hate you,” I whispered, looking away from him, not being able to keep a firm face on.

“Impossible!” He whispered, lifting me off the ground, pressing his lips against mine.

I blush into the kiss and murmured into his lips, still not giving him the satisfaction.

He fully lifts me up off the ground and I wrap my legs around his torso.

“I still can’t believe you did that!” I say softly, facing him with a smile, as he walks us over to the bedroom.

He lays me down on the bed gently as he hovers over me.

He begins softly pressing kisses on my neck, his hair ruffling against it.

I hold back small whimpers as I decide to dig under his skin.

“You know what I just realized?” I let out breathlessly. Louis smirked into Y/N’s neck, knowing she was on the verge of letting out a moan.  

He hummed into her senstive skin, knowing it’s driving her crazy.

“That I’m going to meet Henry Cavil, tomorrow,” I let out with a smirk, knowing it’ll tick him off.

Louis immediately stopped nibbling at my neck, once Henry’s name slipped out of my lips.

He rolled off of me and into the bed with an eyeroll.

“You just ruined the moment!” He grumbled out, annoyed.

I sat up quickly. “You don’t deserve a moment!” I exclaimed loudly as I kept a serious face on but my eyes glowed opposite of serious.

His face was filled with a grin again and quickly got a hold of my waist and flipped us over in bed. Where I was now under him again.

I let out a laugh and he smashed his lips on mine. He started tickling me and managed to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I started lifting my shoulders up to deepen the kiss but he let out a grumble, pushing me back down onto the mattress. He pressed his lips closer, deeping the kiss as he had me lay down.

His phone went off, and he pulled away from the wet kiss to say…

“Millie can wait.”

-

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ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I was at the country club one afternoon after playing golf for majority of the day. When this girl named Harlow was working the bar that evening, and oh- she was pure seduction. My first that was ‘I could eat that girl for lunch!’ She was dancing so well and the conversation was so swell. That I had to take her back to my hotel room, and told her ‘that the room was under Claire because we were something rare.’ So, she called me when she got there and she tasted like she was the one. Tastes so sweet she dancing on my tongue. After that I couldn’t get enough it became a craving by the touch. From up the stairs, arching on the chair, and the pulling of the hair. I need the recipe so I don’t overheat. Telling her ‘let’s take this to the shower babe and take off your clothes. I’ll put them on the counter after I help you take them off.’

ᕼᗩᖇᒪOᗯ’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I’m saying ‘I’ll take pictures in your mirror if I can use you as a volunteer so we can become something extra rare.’

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

Here I was thinking this was going to be a one night stand but I’m saying ‘I’m interested in being more than friends on this thin hunch.’ So I can bend her on the craving of eating her for lunch. Yeah, she’s the one with the way she’s dancing on my tongue.

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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.

[romantiqueofthemind]

Hosting (formerly Untitled Harry Blurb)

Hellloooo!!! First off, I’ve missed you all so much! I’m working on some more fics rn as we speak, but here is an untitled Harry Blurb that I wrote last week? Idk but it’s fluffy and cute so Enjoy!

Warnings: NONE!

Word Count: <1000 (less than 1000 for those of you who are bad at math like me lol)

"Come here bubs." You said calmly as you carefully lifted your son out of his high chair covered in Spaghetti sauce. He had turned over his dinner from being fussy and kicking around. You quickly took him to his nursery and undressed Henry from his messy onesie. You grabbed an emerald green onesie with a picture of a dinosaur on it and dressed the toddler. You loved him in that color, it really brought out how green his eyes were. You held him in your arms and shushed him gently as you stroked his light brown hair. Every day it seemed to amaze you how much he looked like his father.

You noticed the time, a reminder hitting you that it was time to turn on the TV. You took Henry into the master bedroom where you and your husband slept and set him down so he was sitting between your legs on the bed. You both were facing the large TV on the wall as you grabbed the remote, turned it on, and put in the channel number for CBS. Henry looked around your room. He hardly ever was in here, usually he was in his nursery room, the living room or the kitchen. He looked around and noticed your husbands side of the bed, noticing the objects on his nightside table next to the bed. Almost immediately, the boy started to get fussy again as tears welled up in his eyes. Henry started crying and kicking his feet against the bed in a similar fashion to the way he had when he was in his highchair. "Awww bubs... Shhh its okay. What's wrong sweetie?" You asked before crossing your legs and setting the toddler in your lap, doing your best to calm him. Your eyes shifted towards the TV as you heard the program start. "All the way from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, Give it up for a Mister Harry Styles!" You looked up to see a purple curtain pull back to reveal Harry wearing a dark emerald velvet suit, almost black.

"Lookie bubs! Look! Who's that?" You said pointing to the TV, the toddler turning his attention to the TV that displayed a smiling Harry Styles in front of a studio audience clapping and cheering. Henry looked up at the TV, his tears had stopped and his glazed emerald green eyes staring up at the TV in amazement. The moment Harry looked into the camera and smiled, blowing a quick kiss towards it, Henry's face immediately lit up. He smiled widely as he giggled, his arms moving up and down out of excitement. "Dada!" the toddler exclaimed. You couldn't help but giggle a bit yourself. Henry was so adorable and you loved him more than anything. "Yeah! It's Daddy! Can you wave and say hi to Daddy?" You smiled as you waved to the image of your husband on the screen, your son soon copying your movements. He then turned back to face you, a wide smile spreading across his face. He looked so much like Harry, it was nearly too much for you sometimes.

Henry squealed and bounced up and down on the bed with excitement any time Harry would do something cute, or told a joke to get the audience to laugh. You absolutely adored how Henry idolized Harry, and vice versa. Even before Henry was born, Harry was absolutely ecstatic when he found out you were pregnant. He immediately picked you up in a hug and spun you around until you started to get dizzy before he called his sister, mum, and gran in a merged call as he went upstairs and shouted "M' GOING TO BE A DAD!" You couldn't help but laugh at how cute Harry was. It was one of the things you loved about him, how it seemed like you were married to a literal child, but it was amazing.

Your attention went back to the TV as Harry said "We have a great show for you tonight but first I wanted to give a quick message to my wife and son who are watching at home tonight. Y/n, baby I love you and I'm so proud of you. Thank you for making me a dad, I am eternally grateful." The audience clapped and cheered for a moment before Harry continued. "To my son, Henry, I love you so much bubs. You are the center of my universe and I would do anything to keep you smiling and happy always. Love you lots bud, I'll see you both very soon." Your eyes welled up with tears of happiness as you placed a kiss on your sons head and blew a kiss to the TV. You glanced back and fourth between the TV and Henry, just absolutely beaming at the two loves of your life. You were incredibly proud of Harry for all he has accomplished and how hard he's worked, and of Henry for only being 10 months old and being so interested in everything Harry does. You could tell that Henry would turn into an amazing kid with all of the best qualities of his dad.

Let me know if you guys want more Harry Styles Blurbs! This was really cute to write and I want to do more cute blurbs like this! Maybe I can do some with Austin? Lmk what you guys think!