anonymous asked:

I need something based on your pretty baby tag for harry like the reader calling him it and him blushing and idk I just need something please come through

“You’re real pretty, you know that?”

It comes out of no where. It’s 1am and he’s jet lagged and she’s tired but she’s been missing him so she refused to go to sleep alone. All he was doing was washing dishes and all she’s been doing is leaning against the breakfast bar and watching him, admiring him. He’s been humming a tune she doesn’t recognise and she’s noticing all his little mannerisms that she doesn’t think he even realises he does, like how he bops his head along to the song his humming or how he smiles a little at something he was thinking about and she always hoped it was her. At her disrupt of the comfortable quiet by her off handed complement, he’s drying his soapy hands on a tea-towel and turning around to lean against the counter with a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah? M’pretty?”

She’s looking up at him through tired eyes. Chin rested on her hands, hands rested on the counter top. She can tell he’s teasing her but frankly she can’t seem to care because he’s stood there in nothing but sweatpants, arms crossed lazily, hair messy, cheeks just slightly flushed and he’s looking at her with these eyes that are so full of love it stuns her for a second. He’s just so damn pretty. 

“Mhm, like a 90′s heartthrob. Leo in the Titanic kinda pretty.”

“I’m as pretty as Leo in Titanic? I don’t believe that for a second.”

He’s all but grinning now as the feigned disbelief in his voice makes her giggle. Walking over to sit on the stool next for her, he matches her stance. Chin on hands, hands on counter. She turns to rest her cheek on her hands to look at him and he does the same to look at her, brushing her hair out of her face.

“ Uh huh, prettier even. Makes me mad sometimes, that you’re so pretty, because y’know ever else sees it too, how pretty you are. I mean how could they miss it?”

“But I’m only yours, yeah baby? I’m yours and you’re mine.”

Nodding, she reaches one hand over to cup his jaw and run her thumb over him cheek. His eyes close at the affection and his shoulders visibly relax.

“My pretty baby”

It’s whispered, almost like he wasn’t supposed to hear it, and her voice is so full of love he almost can’t handle it. Doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve to be loved this good. Doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve her. The quiet affection has his eyes fluttering open and it paints his cheeks a subtle pink, it makes his chest tight with love.

“Yeah sweet girl, I’m your pretty baby.”

They don’t know how long they sat like that, quiet and tired and so happy, but they know there’s not a place in the world they’d rather be. Could spend forever alone together. A pretty boy and a pretty girl and so much love.

FIC REC’S OF 2017 part 9 ( november)

We’re starting to get to the Christmas/Holiday season and I, for one, am sooo excited! I wanted to write “I loved this” at the end of each of these fics, so I’m just going to say it here now. I loved all of these. :D Happy reading!

You Love Me, If You Love Me Don’t Let Go by @shadowofyoursong / ao3 (98k) CHAPTERED 

His name is up there. He’s the only Harry in this group. His eyes land on Louis, who swallows thickly. He gives Harry a small smile, brows raised a little. Harry is not dancing a solo. He’s dancing with the boy, who he never remembers. How the hell can he ever get anyone’s attention, when he doesn’t have any connection with this guy.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are students at The Juilliard School of Performing Arts and are dancing in the same group. Harry never notices Louis, the boy who is a year younger than him, mostly sticks to himself and practices hard (or that’s what Harry thinks). Louis on the other hand always sees the confident and focused Harry. Now they’re paired for a duo performance and they have to make it work, even though Louis’ eyes are towards London and Harry’s are towards a career after graduation, which he thinks he can only get with a solo performance. DANCER AU, HATE TO LOVE

(Take Me Home) Country Roads by @a-writerwrites / ao3 (86k) CHAPTERED

“Sir, I can help you. Just let me — “ He tried moving closer but the eldest child blocked his way. He backed off, putting his hands out in a passive gesture. “I’m a physician. I can help,” he tried again.

The man shook his head vehemently, passing the cup back to his grandchild. “Tol’ ya. Don’t need ya.” All of the fire had gone out of his voice, leaving behind a frail, sick old man with barely any breath to talk.

“I have medicines…I could make you comfortable…” Louis’ voice was still small, but pleading.

“Mountain Mama cares for wha’s ailin’ me. Don’t need no fancy city doctors.”

Louis blinked at the man, still shaking from the coughing spell. Mountain — well, fuck. That backwoods, uneducated scam artist…

“Of course he is,” Louis said curtly.

OR a Northern Exposure AU featuring Louis as the big city doctor, Harry as a natural healer, Niall as a secretive barkeep, Liam and Zayn head over heels for each other but they don’t know it and a lot of hurt, comfort and moonshine in between. HATE TO LOVE

You Might Want To Marry My Husband by @all-these-larrythings / ao3 (25k) CHAPTERED

When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore. MOVING ON

It’ll Be by @styleandsin / ao3 (13k) ONE SHOT

Louis has always wanted children and he decides he’s done waiting for love to come first. However, after adopting a baby girl just days after she’s born, he quickly realizes how hard parenting is. Louis hires Harry to be his Nanny, and it all works out great. Until Louis falls in love with him. KID FIC

Oops, Baby, I Love You ( In That Order) by @suddenclarityharry / ao3 (25k) ONE SHOT 

Later that night, when he’s lying in bed thinking of all the things he’s longed for in his life, he can’t stop hearing Fizzy’s words in his head.

Who says you have to get married?

It’s true, Louis wants to get married one day, to have a spouse to encourage his crazy promotional ideas for his book shop, to have someone to cuddle into at night, someone who will love him even on his moody days. But she’s absolutely right, isn’t she? Who says he has to have that before he can have a baby?

When he finally falls asleep, he sleeps restfully, having made a very important decision about his future.

Husband or no, Louis Tomlinson is going to have a baby.

OR The minute Louis Tomlinson decides he don’t need no man to start a family, Harry Styles literally falls into his arms. MPREG

Couldn’t See Past Me, Till I Saw Your Face by @lululawrence / ao3 (12k) ONE SHOT 

“Look at us, living the dream,” Louis said softly. “But Harry, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to finish my last semester with the baby. I don’t know how far along I am or anything. And what about my internship and all of that?”

Harry shook his head emphatically and pulled back once more from Louis, this time placing his large, strong hands on Louis’ shoulders and squeezing them tight.

“We’ll make this work, Louis. I’ll help take care of you and your little one and I know you’ll help me make it through whatever happens with this. We’re always there for each other, right? Just like we promised when we were in middle school.”

Louis laughed a bit and smiled through his tears that finally seem to have left. Again. Hopefully they stayed away a little longer this time.

“We’ll figure it out, yeah?” Harry asked again.

“Yeah. We always do.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis have been best friends since they could remember and their friendship has withstood it all…but an unexpected pregnancy might change everything. MPREG

Home For Christmas by @haloeverlasting / ao3 (22k) ONE SHOT 

The Shameless Hallmark Movie AU you probably didn’t ask for.

Or, the one where Harry didn’t think he wanted a family, but with a little Christmas magic (and maybe one Louis Tomlinson) he realizes that he is very, very wrong. CHRISTMAS, KID FIC

Waiting For Wonderful by @becomeawendybird / ao3 (13k) ONE SHOT

The university class where he met Louis was the beginning of the end for Harry. It took all of an hour for him to figure out that he was in love with Louis, and there was no way around it. It was a part of his DNA; he was tall, he had green eyes, and he was in love with Louis Tomlinson. Louis was his soulmate, and they were going to be together. Eventually.

Harry is willing to wait as long as he needs to for his best friend to realise that they’re supposed to be together, but it kills him to watch Louis struggle in his relationship with Mackenzie. All Harry wants to do is be supportive, and sometimes that’s all it takes. BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS

We’ll Rise Up by @suddenclarityharry / ao3 (18k) ONE SHOT

“So,” Liam begins with a smile, “you were the associate pastor at your last church?”

“Yes,” Louis can already feel himself scrunching down in his seat, shrinking against even the reminder of the church he was forced from.

“Was that a good experience for you?” Liam steeples his hands in front of him as he leans his elbows on the desk in interest.

“It was for a while but, to be honest, things ended rather badly,” Louis leans forward too, he needs to get this out and he wants to tell Liam everything, have everything on the table.

Leaning forward even more, Liam seems to be looking for the same thing, “What happened?”

Louis can feel the trembles in his hands again, so he sits on them, biting his lip before admitting, “They found out I’m gay.”

In the hallway, there’s a terribly loud thump and then a grunt of pain and Louis twists around to see Harry, sprawled out on the ground just outside the doorway.

Or Louis is a Pastor with no church and a heart filled with uncertainty. Pastor Payne is more than willing to give Louis a new place to work, but it’s Music Director Harry that helps him rebuild his faith. RELIGIOUS

(We Will Be) As If Chosen by @alivingfire / ao3 (35k) ONE SHOT

There’s not a royal in the world who doesn’t carry some sort of secret, and Prince Louis has more than his fair share. To protect himself and his family, Louis withdrew from the public eye and tried to live a quiet life, biding his time until his sister Lottie could take the throne in his stead. Unfortunately for him, the national media and the worst person Louis has ever met team up to bring him kicking and screaming back into the spotlight.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, Louis has to figure out how to keep his carefully constructed house of cards from falling, and the first step to accomplishing that is to keep from falling in love with the irritatingly charming Prince Harry, who just won’t stop showing up and trying to whisk Louis out of the constraints of his boring life.

Or: the course of true love never did run smooth, because sometimes people are stubborn and sometimes people are scared and sometimes, just sometimes, love can cause just as many problems as it solves. MODERN ROYALTY, HATE TO LOVE

73 Questions by @literlarryreal / ao3 (6k) ONE SHOT

Louis is more nervous than usual about filming the upcoming episode of Vogue’s 73 questions. Musician and soon to be actor Harry Styles may have something to do with that. BANTER


HARRY STYLES LAYOUTS. 🌷🍃🌻+ flowers 2.0

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anonymous asked:

harry smut where he punishes you with vibrating panties? xx

Originally posted by harrysofluffy

Warning(s): This is smutty!!!

I hope this was everything you expected and more haha. Thank you so much for requesting xxx


Harry’s POV

All day and all night I was frustrated. (Y/N) and I had gone to a friend’s wedding yesterday and all night she teased me. From doing simple, innocent things she knows gets me going to running her hand up my thigh under the table. I couldn’t wait to get her home and of course, right when we got home, her ass fell asleep. I knew she had done it on purpose as well. I was going to get her back. I was 100% going to punish her for her actions.

The next day, while she was at work, I decided to go out and get some vibrating panties for her. Tonight we had reservations with a different group of friends and I definitely was going to take advantage of that.

The night had come and (Y/N) was getting ready. I was already dressed up and ready to go but she wasn’t done yet. I walked into the bathroom with the bag in my hand. She sat on her vanity in front of her mirror, putting on her makeup.

“Hey, I bought you a little something to wear under that dress tonight.” I smirked at her, nodding towards her black, wrapped dress she had on.

“You did?” she giggled at me.

“Yeah.” I nodded, handing her the bag. 

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You liked to think of yourself as a confident person.You definitely weren’t overconfident, because that wasn’t good, but you were just the right amount of confident… if that made any sense. See, it was basically in-between of ‘I want to fling myself into a black hole’ and ‘I’m the best person on this entire god damn planet’. 

At the moment, you were edging towards wanting the floor to swallow you up. Unsurprisingly, standing around with a donut in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in the other while a bunch of lingerie-clad supermodels strutted around you wasn’t much of a confidence booster. You were a supportive girlfriend, and you loved accompanying Harry to his shows and interviews, but this was completely brand new to you! Sure, you had been to a Victoria’s Secret show before, but Harry was performing this time, which meant you had to hang around backstage and watch him prance up and down the catwalk while beautiful supermodels blew kisses at him and winked at him and - you know, things of that nature. 

Before you came around, everyone knew that Harry had a type. He’d never admit it, but it was true! As long as you were a long-legged, angelic looking model of some type, Harry would be interested in you. You couldn’t blame him for having a type, it was simply human nature. Of course, because of your dazzling personality and charm, you were able to hook the one and only Harry Styles. (One of your greatest achievements.) And you knew that Harry loved you, and you loved him just as much - maybe a little more. However, being surrounded by girls that Harry would definitely go for if you two weren’t together made you feel a little icky inside. You didn’t have any grudges against any of the girls, truthfully, because all of these insecurities were pretty much in your own head, but still! You didn’t have Kendall Jenner’s legs, Nadine Leopold’s abs, Camille Rowe’s… face. In fact, now that you were thinking about it… Harry had a fling with all three of those girls. (There were still articles circulating about how Camille and Harry were dating even though you were his girlfriend, so that was reassuring.) Wow, this was depressing. Harry basically downgraded when he got together with you. 

Well, you knew what you had to do now. Eat away your feelings until you were numb on the inside. You turned around swiftly to the concession stand, scanning over the sweets and pastries that were all calling your name. I wonder how many donuts I can eat in ten minutes. I guess it’s time to find out. You shrugged, reaching over and picking up a powdered donut, promptly taking a bite out of it and chewing thoughtfully. Plopping down on a plastic chair, you continued indulging in your first donut out of many, looking up to see Harry walking over. 

“Hey, you!” Harry chirped, picking up a baby carrot and dipping it in hummus. He was about to pop it into his mouth until he saw you sandwich an apple turnover in between two glazed donuts. “Woah, woah. Slow down there, love.” He laughed uneasily, taking your creation from your hands and setting it down on a napkin. There was no way in hell he was going to let you take a bite out of that monstrosity. “You only make diabetes-inspired desserts when something’s on your mind. What’s up?” 

“Nothing’s on my mind. I’m just hungry! Now, if you will.” You pointed to your creation that Harry had moved to the other end of the table. 

“Y/N, seriously.” Harry frowned, giving you his carrot instead. You inspected the vegetable in between your finger before looking up at Harry as if he was the craziest person alive. You? A baby carrot barely dipped in hummus? Not the greatest combination. 

“Harry, seriously.” You mocked, putting the carrot down and letting out a huff. You just wanted your apple-turnover-donut-sandwich. Was it too much to ask for?! “Nothing’s wrong, and you need to get back to rehearsing.” 

“If yeh don’ tell me what’s wrong, I’ll throw away your… whatever this is.” He threatened, picking it up and holding it over the bin. 

“I can just make a new one.” 

“Y/N, I know something’s wrong, just bloody-” 

“Fine! I’m…” You looked around, picking up another powdered donut and taking a huge bite out of it. “Infhecure.” You murmured through a mouthful of donut. You didn’t want to admit it. You hated admitting things and feeling weak and vulnerable. It was gross.


“Insecure.” You swallowed, reaching up to wipe some powdered sugar off your lips. “I’m insecure, alright? Having to sit back here knowing that there are a bunch of models out there blowing kisses at you and walking around in their tiny little pieces of lace that they call thongs.” You muttered, avoiding eye contact with Harry and taking another bite. 

“Y/N…” Harry let out a small sigh, a smile tugging at his lips. He bent down in between your legs, placing his hands on your knees. “There’s nothing to be insecure about, silly! You’re being ridiculous. Even though, yes, I’ll be surrounded by supermodels, and yes, they will inevitably be winking at me and blowing kisses at me because I’m just tha’ amazing-” 

“-you’re a dick-”

“-I’m only going to be thinking of you the entire time! Alright? If it were up to me, I’d have just you prancing around in a tiny little thong and a matching bra while I performed.” He joked, smirking a little when you scowled at him. “Don’t let this bother you too much, yeah? We’re in Shanghai, for crying out loud! Isn’t that exciting? And you get to shove your face with donuts all day, which I know is one of your greatest fantasies.” 

“Mm, you’re not wrong.” You sighed happily, popping the remainder of the donut into your mouth. Harry was right. You didn’t have anything to worry about. After all, Harry loved you and only you. He’d pick you over all the supermodels in the world. “I just can’t help but-” 

“You’ve got some powdered sugar on your lips, hold on.” You weren’t entirely surprised when Harry leaned in to press his mouth against yours instead of grabbing a napkin, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back. Your hands instinctively reached up to cradle his cheeks, a giggle slipping past your lips when Harry squeezed your knees in response. 


“Mm-mm, not done.” Harry hummed, his hands sliding up from your knees to your waist as he began pressing kisses from your jawline to your neck. When Harry got like this, you didn’t have a say in anything. Which was nice, sometimes. But you were drawing a bit of a crowd and you could feel your face growing hot very quickly. 

“Hi, ladies.” You smiled at the small crowd of girls, giving them a small wave and trying to act as natural as possible even with Harry nipping at your neck. “Camille! Looking good! I mean, all of you look great, but-” 

“We’re going to my dressing room.” Harry suddenly pulled away and got up, grabbing you and effortlessly flinging you over his shoulder. 

“I’m looking forward to the show!” You gave the girls another wave accompanied with a friendly smile, giggling when Harry gave your bum a gentle swat. Maybe you didn’t have anything to worry about, after all. 


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