harry boxer

Boxer Harry

You didn’t really like boxers and man buns before you met Harry. And you didn’t really like him before you got to know him. He seemed so rude and cocky but then you became friends and started hanging out for a while. Then it happend, he kissed you on your way to home and it was all blurry but one of the best nights in your life. Dating him was fun, extremely fun. But loving him and being loved by him was the best thing that ever happened in your life. So here you are, a year after you two kissed in front of your old apartment, in the boxing hall waiting for him to finish his training. He’s wearing shorts and boxing gloves. His t-shirt is wet and his hair is in a man bun. You can pretend you’re not that affected of his hotness in front of him all you want but here’s the truth - you will never be able to deny how he takes you breath away. “Done.” His trainer says and he sits on the floor completely exhausted. It takes him some time to find you but when his eyes locks on you, it’s all gone. Your consciousness is empty now and you find yourself struggling to exhale your breath. It’s all getting worse when he starts walking to you. His hands are now free from the boxing gloves and your skin is hungry for their touch. “Are yeh alright, babe?” He has this cocky smile on his face again and his lips look so kissable. “Yeah” you murmur. He bents down a little bit to whisper in your ear. “Good, ‘cause i can bet you’re dripping wet right now.” Before you can ever think for an answer, you’re both in the dressing room. He locks the door and pulls you to the lockers. His lips travel from your neck to your jaw ans his cold hands are burning the skin of the back of your thigh. Your try to find something to hold onto because you can feel your knees bend so you bury your fingers in his hair which you set fee from his hair tie. “I hate it when yeh tease me with these cute dresses” he says with a husky voice and his british accent is so evident now. “But i also love thinking ‘bout rippin’ ‘em apart.” “Harry, please” you beg him as the pain between your legs is getting worse. “What, babe? Tell me.” “Kiss me, please just… Fuck me.” Your words drive him crazy and soon you find yourself getting rid of his shirt completely naked in front of him. He lifts you and you wrap your legs aroung his waist. Kissing him is always passionat but never the same. He’s always doing something new that makes you dream of him at night. And here he is now controlling your mouth and massaging your booty in the same time. Here he is driving your crazy. “Tell me how yeh want it.” “Fast and rough” your words slip of your mouth before you can even think about their meaning. “There yeh go then, baby.” His fingers check you down there just in case. “God, yeh are so fuckin’ wet for me. Just as i thought.” “Please…” You beg him one more time before he pulls his shorts and his boxers down and slides in you. His trusts are fast and he’s biting the skin of your weak spot on your neck just as how you want him to. Your back is closely resting on the lockers and your mouth falls open when his fingers glide down between your bodies and start stimulating your clit. “Harry” you moan loudly, making him lose his tempo and his trusts are uncontrolled now “I’m so close, please.” He bury his head in your neck and moves his hand from your clit to your boobs. His other hand is tightly wrapped around your butt, holding you. “Me too, babe, me too.” One last trust in you and he freezes, coming with one of the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him. Just as he starts trusting in you again your head lean on the lockers and you pull him closer not sure if you actually freeze like him or start tugging his hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he moans as you keep trembling in his hands. Cries leaves your mouth while he’s trying to mumble them with kisses because someone easily can hear you. After minutes of staying like that, not able to move, you two start remembering where you are and that you can get caught so you start dressing. When he unlocks the door and you goes in front of him, you two see his trainer smiling. “You naughty boy” he says to your boyfriend “Take care of this lady, i can see how she’s still trembling.” Harry lifts you one more time and wink at his trainer as he pass him in the coridor and keeps walking to the exit of the building with you falling asleep in his arms.

Originally posted by little-miss1d

//COMING SOON\\


‘Go speak to her.’ Harry suggested bravely turning back to Niall who was still staring wondrously in her direction. Niall was quickly brought back to the table though and was lifting his Guinness to his mouth to hide his blushing cheeks as he shook his head viciously. ‘Oh come on man, you gotta at least try if you’re gonna stare at her like that.’

‘No, no way, not a chance.’ Niall blubbered taking another mouthful of the tar coloured tonic in his glass.

‘I thought you believed in Irish charm.’ Harry winked but Niall took to ignoring his curly haired friend turning his attention to Liam sat beside him, though there was no hope for a logical conversation judging by the swaying motion of Liam’s body. Harry huffed and glanced back to the girl on the stage who was now taking a bow to a loud round of applause from those who had been listening. Harry took the final, large, mouthful of his drink and stood from the table. ‘Wingman Styles to the rescue.’ He whispered mischievously before quickly scampering off before Niall could process what was happening. He glanced over his shoulder to the table of his friends once he was closer to the bar, Niall’s face was dropped his mouth wide as Harry smirked back at him and gave him a wink.

Fool’s Gold | Harry Styles Personal Trainer AU | Coming Soon

Stealthy (Blurb)

Smut where the missus and Harry have slow morning, quiet, intense in the bed sex when Anne and Robin, and Gemma are staying in the 2 spare rooms downstairs in Harry’s new LA pad, as the master is on the top floor and the missus has to bite and moan into his new and shoulder to keep quiet. Sex in missionary and girl lying down on her front with Harry covering from behind?  

So…I’ve been reading over this request for weeks trying to picture the position and also how it would be possible for her to bite his shoulder and…I don’t think this is actually possible so I’m going to tweak things a bit, but I’ll try and keep things similar for you. :)

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Harry has been very, very patient.

His parents and sister have been visiting the two of you in LA for the past week now and the number of times the two of you have had sex during that week was extraordinarily minimal. Every time Harry tries to initiate it, you shut him down because you can’t stand the thought of doing anything, knowing that his mother is only one floor below you.

“She knows we have sex,” he moans, “She’s probably expectin’ us to!”

That knowledge doesn’t make it any better and, in fact, makes you even less inclined to give in. Still, you’re starting to get a bit antsy as well. You and Harry typically don’t go very long without having some form of sex, and each morning that you wake up with Harry spooning you, it gets harder and harder to roll away without trying to get him excited.

This particular morning, you wake up feeling something poking into your bum. Only one second of clearing the fog from your brain, and you know it’s not his knee. It’s not uncommon for Harry to wake up with morning wood but, typically, the two of you would take care of it without giving it a second thought. Morning sex was one of your favorites and you encouraged that as often as Harry would allow, which was pretty much anytime you asked.

You groan and roll over on to your back. Harry is still asleep beside you, but begins to stir when he feels you move.

Something in your mind finally snaps. You’re looking at the tent that has formed in Harry’s boxers and you simply can’t take it anymore. You roll onto your other side so you’re facing him and reach down to cup his bulge. It takes a few seconds, but Harry’s face scrunches up and he slowly opens his eyes just at the moment when your hand slips inside his boxers and grabs on to his cock.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked, groggily.

“I need you,” you whine, “I know your mum is downstairs, but I can’t take it anymore.”

Harry smirks and lets out a painful sounding chuckle when you swipe your thumb over his tip.

“Eager for me, are yeh? Can’t keep your hands off my cock?”

You scoot in closer to him and start stroking him with expert, practiced flicks of your wrist.

“I’m wet,” you whimper, taking his hand in your free one and bringing it down to your center. It’s easy for him to feel the dampness that has started to leak through your thin panties and you watch as his eyes go dark.

“Shit, you are wet, aren’t you?” he replies, starting a slow rub up and down the crease of your underwear, “Needin’ me that bad?”

“Mmm,” you whine, biting your lip as his thumb hits right where you need him, “Harry, please.”

He’s up and hovering over top of you as soon as the breathy plea leaves your lips. Your hand slips from his boxers and goes up around his back, pulling him down closer to you. Your nails dig into his skin when he sponges kisses on your neck and Harry lets out a hiss at the pleasured pain that comes with your scratching.

“Gonna give you what you need, doll,” he promises, “But you gotta be quiet for me. Can you do that? Don’t wanna have mum or Gem hearin’ how good I’m fuckin’ you, do you?”

You bite your lip and shake your head, furiously. Harry is pushing his boxers down his legs and flinging them across the room before pulling your panties off of you, leaving you clad only in the large shirt that you had stolen from Harry’s closet the night before. Your nipples are poking through the silky fabric and Harry leans down to cover your breast with his mouth, not even caring about the shirt in between you.

The first time you let out a moan, Harry stops what he’s doing and smirks at you.

“S’not very quiet, love. M’not even inside of you yet.”

“Sorry,” you whimper, “I’m sorry. Please keep going, Harry. Please!”

He chuckles at your desperation and lines himself up with your center, pushing in painfully slow so you can feel everything. You know you’re about to cry out so you pull him down even closer to you so you can muffle your cries into his shoulder.

“Bite me,” Harry requests, gritting his teeth as he bottoms out inside of you, “Wanna feel you bite me.”

You do as he asks, mainly out of necessity, as he starts to thrust and hits an incredibly pleasurable spot. Your nails continue to dig into his back and your teeth are sinking into the meaty skin of his shoulder.

“Deeper,” you moan, bringing your legs up around his waist.

You cry out again when Harry thrusts sharply at the new angle and he quickly covers your mouth with his, feeling your body start to clench around him.

“Fuck, that’s it. Feel so bloody good around me. Can’t wait to see all those scratches on my back later.”

He thrusts hard again and you quiver, feeling your legs start to shake around his waist and the knot in your stomach start to unravel.

“Harry…Harry, I’m gonna..oh! Oh shit, I’m -”

One more thrust and he has you at your peak. You bite down hard on to his shoulder once more as you cum, gripping on to him for dear life and trying very hard not to make a sound, even though all you want to do is scream his name.

“Good girl,” he praises, “Gonna make me cum, too, baby.”

Your mind is a bit hazy, but you’re vaguely aware of Harry thrusting, sloppily, a few more times before you feel him pause and release into you. He collapses gently on top of you when he finishes and the two of you lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily in the silence of the room.

When he finally leans up, he’s smiling at you, and places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“S’it time for breakfast now?”

You laugh. “I guess we could head down and make something.”

“Not quite what I had in mind, love.” He grins, inching himself down your body. “S’been a while…I kinda wanna eat somethin’ else right now.”

Your breathing picks up again and you quickly grab for the pillow beside you, knowing that you’re going to need something to bite again.

anonymous asked:

dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!

Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or heart and that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!

an act of faith against the night by @elianefics- M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns, not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night, albeit searching for something else.  “Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?” [Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)

  • The war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over, or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters, and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.

another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

  • It’s been over a year since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis, the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings - M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain

  • There’s often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11, to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.

Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

  • Harry is unbelievably charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail. But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first, understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.

Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee - NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink, silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)

  • listen this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category). and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.

Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

  • I was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.

like a boomerang by @youwilll- M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.

  • This fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click, and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much.  And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.

Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings- M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the love of your life and let them walk away again.

  • This fic is basically everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything, check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people  do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.

a prayer for which no words exist by @elianefics - M, 65k - “Louis is a few seconds away from blowing up a rather important section of the New York subway when he sees Harry for the first time.” (part one of the landscapes of war series)

  • War!AU in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’ relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to have gone on this journey.

Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career,  it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed  relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

  • This was the fic that tipped me right over the precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the big triumphant moments and the little ones.

things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

  • I’m not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us. Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?

These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

  • this is one of the top ten most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

  • There’s this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests, they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied, panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole damn bed?

whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics- PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself, that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for all this time.]

  • heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side. There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice before you do. This is worth it.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

  • absolutely beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little). Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological motivations,  theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights, loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)
Red (Sneak Peak)

Just a little bit of something I’m working on… hope you enjoy it! xx

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Originally posted by 1dlarryluv

He stares at you in amazement when you drop to your knees, your eyes glistening with something he never thought he’d see directed at him, at least not coming from you - lust. Your fingers, clumsy in your haste to undress him, shake while you pluck the button of his skinny jeans and pull on the zipper, the noise making the hairs on his neck stand on end.

You don’t waste time with teasing and he appreciates it - his cock is pulsing inside his pants and it’s become uncomfortable to be bound by the tightness of his skinnies, so, when you eagerly pull them down along with the soft fabric of his boxer briefs, Harry breathes a sigh of relief, the cold air of your foyer enveloping him as his hard member hits against the soft pink of his shirt that still covers his body.

Your lips spread into a smile when your hand wraps around his shaft and Harry sucks in a breath as the thought dawns on him - his lips, swollen from your eager kisses, won’t be the only part of his body covered in the vibrant red of your lipstick.

“Gonna leave your stain on m’ cock, too?” Harry questions, hair falling across his eyes as his neck bends so he can look down at you. “Been thinking ‘bout it all night… having yeh mark me.”

The moan that leaves your lips as you register his words make his knees go weak - it’s an obscene, salacious, desperate sound, loud and unbridled, the perfect description of how erotic this whole ordeal is. It makes his skin prickle with goose bumps and his eyes glaze over with lust and he reaches down, one hand on your chin, forcing you to look up at him, your eyes shining with desire, red stained mouth open around shallow breaths.

“D’yeh like that? Like the thought o’ marking me?” When you gulp, a whiny “yes” coming from your lips, Harry’s fingers tighten slightly around your chin, his thumb reaching up to drag across your bottom lip, smudging the lipstick even further and he can feel his cock twitch and pulse in your grasp. “Is that cause yeh want people to know I’m yours?”

Hey, Hello, Hi. It’s me Addy. I think there are artists out there who are underrated and that everyone should know about. My little larries unite project turned out to be more about writers and fics than anything else so I wanted to provide a space where I could talk with you about the artists that I love and my top five fan arts/edits/manips from them. I will post the links to every fan art within each post. I’ll do it as regularly as I can. As always, don’t hesitate to link me to an underrated artist!

Since it’s the first time I do this, I want to start with a bang: Gina @twopoppies On top of being a wonderful big hearted person and a true friend, she’s also a very talented artist with a very cheeky humour. Without further ado, here’s my top 5 from her.

5. Louis destroying the enemy

direct link to the art here.

It kind of speak for itself, but what the drawing symbolises makes my Louie/Larrie heart melt at what should be. I can’t help but want to tag this #soon. Gina’s love for Louis is undeniable and it shows in every art but here in particular.


4. Flower

direct link to the art here.

This is a fan art Gina drew for Where Your Heart Is, a fic that I have co-written. Not only did she suggest the whole scene, she also made it perfect with this piece. She managed to capture a very intimate moment and made the emotions transpire too. Little fun fact, Harry was in boxers in the original drawing and when it didn’t fit the description she added jeans, because Harry and Louis can’t touch in the fic. This is how detail oriented she is. The woman makes jeans appear (but more often she makes them dissapear, let’s be real xD )

3. Rainbow

Direct link to the art here.

I think Gina managed to capture how cheeky real Harry can be. This is the most “him” fan art I ever stumbled upon ever. This is just one of many sides of him, but we’re so used to see his aethetic side nowadays, that I’m really happy she captured this more carefree side. 

2. Together since 2010

Direct link to the art here.

Despite the romantic message the thing I like the most in this one is the little detail that you wouldn’t notice at first glance: Louis’ power stance and the way Harry’s feet are positionned (slightly inward). Of course, their tattoos aligning is an added bonus.

1. They walk together like this

Direct link to the art here

Art is always open to interpretation. Sometimes Gina adds backgrounds, I’m glad she didn’t here, because I can imagine for myself what is happening. Personally depending on my mood,I like to imagine that they’re starring at fireworks, or the Mona Lisa, or watching Louis’ siblings playing in the backyard. Mostyl I like to imagine them starring at their bright future together.

To see all of Gina fan arts click here. Please, go and tell her how amazing she is. 

See you soon!

Edit by my dearest @nottooldforthisship, she makes everything more beautiful.

Making You Stay

This was very much unplanned but I had to, thanks to all the torture from @hestylesno and @yetanotherharry. I’m still not used to writing smut so I apologize in advance. All constructive criticisms are always welcomed. Here are my other work.

You stand there hands fisting by your side as you watch him duck the hits. Each time making your heart do a flip in anxiety. You hated this. You hated this and even more so the feeling you get when you watch him do this. There was no reason for you to stand here and be tortured but at the same time you didn’t have the heart to walk out on him.

Your eyes follow him as he stalks his opponent planning his next move. Eyes furrowed, lips parted, biceps bulging through his t shirt, he was cut out for this. Thus he easily ditches the next blow thrown aiming right at his jaw. But that didn’t keep you from gasping loudly grabbing their attention. He gives you a quick glance, eyes falling on your hands clutching on your chest and back to meet yours. Your heart is still racing, threatening to explode out of your chest but your hands drop at his reaction, or rather the lack of. He looks at you for another second, the corner of his lips raising and falling, before shaking his head lightly making the sweat drop from his brow drip.

“Jerk” you mutter under your breath turning back to walk away, refusing to be tortured any further. But you don’t reach far when you hear a loud thud followed by a raspy, “Bloody fuck!”

You turn back to see Harry recoil onto him, gloved hands pulled to his chest as his eyes squeeze tightly breathing silent cusses. In a heartbeat you reach up to him, nearly tripping while getting in the ring. His opponent steps back giving you your space and rambling halfhearted explanations about how it isn’t his fault and its Harry taking a shot prematurely, though it all falls to deaf ears.

“Are you fine?” you ask leaning to him. Your hands rub against the sweaty shirt sticking to his back. He nods lightly before letting out a “Yeah” but you are not convinced and pull his wrists up. He opens his mouth to protest but it turns into a whimper as you tug the glove away exposing the red skin of his wrist.

The anger is evident in your eyes as you look up at him. His eyes lower in guilt, biting on the insides of his cheeks. He is embarrassed but that doesn’t keep him from protesting when you pull him to the corner of the ring. “I’m fine, love. ‘Tis jus- Ouch! Easy there. No, tha’s-wait bu’ “

You have to force him to sit as he takes his seat and you kneel down. The emergency box soon handed to you by his opponent before he disappears in the locker room leaving Harry alone to face your wrath.

“‘Tis nothing, swear. Jus’ a bit of a twist there but ‘m fine.” He keeps on rambling between gasps and cries as you don’t bother to go soft on him right now and he notices that.

“Love, are yeh angry? Please, don’t be.” He reaches up to pull a strand of hair back from your face to see the frown on your forehead. “Hey, you cannot blame me. Yeh were the one walking out on me. Would have left me if it weren’t for m’broken hand, yeah?”

He chuckles but you don’t find the humor when your lips are held in a tight line and your eyes are stinging. He shuts seeing your blazing eyes. You return to his hand tying the black elastic for support a bit more tightly than necessary, winning another whimper from him.

“First of all, it’s not broken. So if that was your plan, you failed. Secondly,” you sit back on your heels, hands falling on your knees as you meet his eyes. “wasn’t leaving you, you know that. But you cannot expect me to stand here watching you hurt yourself.”

“I didn’t-“

“Don’t tell me you were that stupid to take that blow intentionally. In fact, this whole thing is stupid. You just have to drag me here to watch you take hits upon hits and jus- “

You are cut off by his lips as he pulls you with his working hand. You try to push him but couldn’t when he is begging you with his lips smacking against yours and tongue swiping on it. You give up pulling him closer with his wet shirt and he obliges moaning in your mouth.

“You know I need yeh here.” He says through heavy breathing when he pulls away, eyes finding yours.

It breaks your heart a little to see him like this, all vulnerable and begging. When you both know that your relation has gone way beyond casual fuck but neither of you can bring yourself to say that out loud, not with the circumstance he is in.

You cannot bring yourself to answer that so you opt to press your lips against his avoiding his eyes. And he too picks on it as his hands squeeze around your waist pulling you closer. The kiss intenses as your tongues battle and your one leg swings over his to straddle him, feeling him harden right underneath you. But your senses recover for a second when you pull away and look around investigating your surrounding for any prying eyes.

“Harry, not here.” You moan as his teeth graze over your neck exposed to him and he hums in agreement pulling you up with one hand. It is a struggle when you are clinging on him, pepper kissing your way from his jaw to his chest and he has only one functioning hand to balance you both, nearly falling off the ring when tackling with the ropes and knocking into a punching bag while pawing at each other.

At last you find yourself in the haven of the musty locker room, which has now been thankfully abandoned by any other users allowing him to back you into a locker, your head hitting the locker door with a bang. His bandaged hand comes instinctively to cup head for an ineffective massage along with his muffled apologies as his mouth is still press on the crook of your neck, sucking hard determined to leave a mark later. His other hand grips at your waist, pulling you into him as he pokes in your stomach.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, halfheartedly pushing him to straighten your back.

“Yeah, pet?” he asks pulling back though his grip on your waist doesn’t loosen. The cool stale air of the room hits you through your now wet shirt soaked in his sweat and you shiver a bit forming the words in your head.

“Your hand.” You manage to say reaching for the wrapped hand from behind your head.

“S’fine, s’fine.” He says shaking his head pulling his hand out of yours. But you glare at him and he has to smile at your stubbornness.

He leans in to give a peck on your lips but lingers a bit longer letting his hand trace your curves and squeezing at the pudge of your hip before abruptly backing off requesting a breathy “Turn ‘round f’me, love, will yeh?”

And you do turn around but not before giving him a sharp look to see his blown off eyes and disheveled hair, puffing through his parted swollen lips and you know you would have obliged anyway. Your hands press against the locker as he kneads and squeezes your bum. A hand snaking in the front palming your sex earning a groan from you.

“Want me, pet?” He knows he is pushing his luck but you are too gone to say anything and just nod allowing him to reach for the button of your jeans. He struggles a bit, having to unbutton from a different angle at last making you come to his aid clucking at him in frustration.

“Shit!” he mutters kneading on your bare cheeks as your jeans pool around your feet along with your panties.

You can feel his hot breath fanning on your equally heated skin making you feel woozy. His fingers rim around your entrance before sliding in your folds. “Wet, are yeh? Wet f’me.” His smirk resonating in his voice.

You buck on his fingers but he removes them moving back.

“You got any rubber on yeh?” he is unsure of the question but sighs in relief when you nod. You make a futile effort to bend to get your jeans but your mind is hazy and your hands numb. Thankfully he is faster and more sober than you to get the foil from your back pocket and in a blink his boxing shorts joins your jeans on the floor.

You resume your position on weak knees when he sighs again. “Yeh ready, pet?”

You nod but he is too impatient as you feel him push in you at your first bob. He is big and you are tight, but it is a snug fit and you relax around him at last exulting in the feeling of being filled up.

There is a momentary pause for you to adjust to him before you nod against his shoulder and he impels making you both moan with each thrust. His parted lips are pressed on your sweaty temple as your head tilt back on his shoulder with your mouth stretching in a silent cry.

His working hand press beside yours against the locker supporting as a leverage while you pull on the other over you stomach, holding it right above the bandage to keep yourself from falling. You desperately try to be mindful of it but often miss your grip running over the bandage making his teeth nick at your skin.

“You’re so good t’me, love. Gonna stay, won’t yeh?”he says into your skin between moans and expletives.

You cannot believe he is doing this now, you want to fight him off and tell on him but right now you’re on your edge and he feels so good that you can only moan his name.

“Didn’t I tell yeh, I-I’m fine. Doin’ so good for you, yeah?”

A groan escapes your lips when his fingers add to pleasure you, rubbing on your aching button. You are zoning out, your ears buzzing. Your head rolls on his shoulders at the building up feeling and you can feel him approach his high as well when he gives a throaty groan in your ear getting sloppier with each thrust.

“Need yeh here. Need yeh with me. Need… I need…” his words dissolves in your bliss as you tremble with your orgasm. His hurt hand tightening over you to keep you from falling off. Soon his teeth grit beside your ears with the intensity of his high and you mewl at the feeling of him cumming inside you, though through a barrier.

After he is spent and you gain your senses, you both stay like that, close, clinging on to each other as a support, covered in sticky sweat drenched clothes, panting and you know you won’t ever be able to actually walk out on him.

“Did yeh good, didn’t I? Got something good out of breaking m’hand.”

You fall forward, your flushed cheek pressed to the cool locker, letting go of his hurt hand.

“Not broken.” You say between pants and though you can’t see his face you know he has that smug grin when he pats on your bum before walking past you.

You look at him pulling on his shorts as he throws the used condom in the bin, your mind going back to what he was ranting about when he was inside you. You have to screw your eyes shut recalling his desperate voice and pleading, hoping that it was only the pleasure talking. And yet feeling torn between your feelings and reasons.

“Take a shower.” You say to him after clearing your mind to contemplate on it later as he sits on the bench to ease his breathing. He looks up at you as you pull on your jeans.

“You’re leaving?” he enquires with an underlying panic.

You head to the door but look over your shoulder to find him still looking at you with tensed eyes and you have to smile at this 6 feet tall baby in front of you.

“I will for sure if you don’t drag your sweaty ass in the shower.”

And though you don’t wait to see his reaction you know he is giving that dimply smile that will always make you stay.

Rain

Harry hated being woken up. He felt like there was no need to wake him up unless it was on his terms, which was rare. Says that he’ll decide on his own when he’ll wake up, and if he never does than that’ll be the end of it. That’s just how he felt.

So, when the pounding at the door woke him from his constant turning and grunting from his bed (since he couldn’t get a proper sleep from the thunder booming through the city) he wasn’t very happy.

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anonymous asked:

I. I KNOW REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BUT FUCK I CANT HELP MYSELF. BOXER HARRY AND HIS BEST FRIEND IS ALWAYS THE ONE TO CLEAN HIM UP AFTER FIGHTS LATE AT NIGHT AND THEY GET IN A FIGHT ONE NIGHT BECAUSE SHE'S WORRIED ABOUT HIM AND HE'S IN LOVE WITH HER AND HATES WHEN SHE YELLS AT HIM AND SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HIM AND WHATEVER MAGIC YOUR MIND CAN CREATE. AND SMUT SMUT SMUT.

One down… many more to go. ;) It got a little dark for a moment or two, but it just faces up to the real consequences of a sport like this, I guess (going off my very limited knowledge, so, you know. Salt. Pillars). x

Gentle reminder that requests are closed. Any new requests for structured pieces are going to be posted immediately to be catalogued in the “request” tag. Happy Friday, everyone! 

053. Know You

The locker room air is stale and still. It’s just the two of you with him on the bench and you in front of him, latex gloves on your hands and a bottle of disinfectant and a cotton swab in them. 

“Will yeh not look at me like that?” Harry asks tensely.

He should be asking for you to look at him at all.

“I’m fine,” Harry stresses to you. “Just a couple of bruises.”

You’re still not looking at him straight on, and when you grab his chin you do so roughly and you jerk his head a bit to dab at a cut on his cheek with disinfectant. Harry winces, but you don’t apologize. Your gaze is focused like a laser as you clean, the line of blood shrinking as you work.

He’ll have a scar.  It’ll be small and thin, but it’ll be there. It isn’t his first, and you feel nauseated when you think of all the ones to come.

“I’ve already called the doctor.” You don’t recognize your voice with how rough it is. Syllables drop in and out and you swallow hard and clear your throat. “The appointment is at 12:30 tomorrow.” 

Scans. To be sure that all he might have is a concussion.

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pottermoregays  asked:

could you do drarry, 48 from the prompt list?? and maybe some lil angsty stuff hidden in there ilysm

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Draco woke up on a Sunday morning in an unknown bed in an unknown room. He tensed up when he felt someone moving behind him.

He glanced back to see who it was, and he silently cursed to himself.

He tried to climb out of the bed without waking him up, but Potter was always on high alert.

Harry wrapped his arm around Draco’s waist and pulled him back in, so Draco’s back was pressed against his chest.

“Where are you going?” Harry mumbled sleepily and kissed the back of Draco’s neck.

Draco sucked in a breath.

What the hell happened last night? I wasn’t that drunk, was I?

Draco didn’t answer Harry’s question, so Harry just continued to press soft kisses to Draco’s neck, shoulders, and back.

“S-Stop,” Draco said shakily. 

I need to leave. I need to leave now.

Harry just chuckled. 

“You didn’t mind it last night,” he murmured into Draco’s ear.

At that Draco ripped himself free of Harry’s grasp and got out of the bed.

Without meeting Harry’s eyes, he searched the floor for his clothes.

Harry now sat up, looking confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for my bloody clothes, what else would I be doing?”

“Why? Don’t you want to stay? I could make you breakfast.”

Draco finally turned to look at Harry, still without anything but his boxers on. Harry noticeably raked his eyes over Draco’s body.

“Why on earth would I want to stay?” Draco snapped.

He then spotted his pants and quickly went to grab them and put them on.

“Well, you told me you loved me last night, so I just figured…”

Draco’s cheeks turned bright red.

Damn my honesty when I’m drunk.

He found his shirt and pulled it over his head to cover his face.

“I wasn’t exactly at my best last night, was I Potter?”

Harry just looked at him, disappointment evident on his face.

Draco couldn’t look at him. He couldn’t be in the room anymore. He felt like he was suffocating.

“Right, well, thanks for…letting me stay. I’ll be on my way now. See you at work.”

With that, Draco apparated out of Harry’s bedroom and to his own flat. Harry just stared at the spot where Draco had just been, wondering what he did wrong.