larry smut prompts

Have Me And Hold Me
Author:
letsjustsee
Word Count: 5.8k
Summary:
His clumsy trips were now even more burdened by the sudden downpour. Twice he almost fell making his way back to the ceremony area, mostly due to his insistence on running across the lawn in between trips.
The rain was relentless, coming at him from all angles with a deafening wind that muted everything outside of his own heavy breathing.
He felt like he was making pretty good headway, all things considered.
His pace was stalled only momentarily when, on his tenth or so trip, he thought about what someone looking out the window at that moment would see. Louis in his formal shirt and trousers, barefoot, stomping through the muddy lawn to gracelessly lug two chairs at a time towards the building.

Or, a wedding day AU in which Louis will let nothing stand in the way of a perfect day - especially a little rain.


This fic was written as part of an ongoing challenge. We each select random numbers and are given a specific emotion from the book 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names. To read the other fics written in this challenge, click here, or you can find the masterpost on tumblr here.

My prompt this week was #598: The anger that it had to start pouring right now.

Pt.2 ;)

“Harry” you pant, you look at him through your lashes and silently beg with your eyes.

“It’s daddy now!” His raspy voice booms, his eyes are filled with lust and desire, for you.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ve been a bad girl, are you going to punish me?” You ask scared, yet at the same time you’re curious and you want to tempt daddy even more.

“Yes baby girl, I’m going to punish you fūcking you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.” He smirks, his fingers go up to his lips and play with them, he circles your body on the bed and spanks you.

You arch your back and a moan escapes your throat “Oh daddy, do that again I fūcking love it so much.” And it was the truth you loved it when your daddy left imprints of his big hands on your ass.

“Yeah? You like it when I spank you? Want it again? Want daddy to spank you, baby girl?” He starts removing his articles of clothing as well.

“Beg for it.” You knew he wasn’t going to spank you unless you begged, so you did.

“Please daddy, please fucking spank me, I fucking love it please!” You begged because you longed for a release that you soon got.

His rough hands very skillfully grabbed your ass, he spanked you five times and each time he made you count.

Spank.
“One.” followed by a moan.

Spank.
“Oh yes daddy! Two, more please!”

Spank.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, daddy!”

He stopped after the third one, leaving you dazed and very horny.

“Daddy, why did you stop?” You whined.

“Baby girl, the deal was that you’d count, you forgot three.” His sinful lips pulled into a smirk and his rough hands latched onto your waist and pulled your ass against his hardened cock.

“This is what you do to me, baby girl. Now I need you to make me cum, can you do that baby? Can you make daddy cum all over your breasts? Make daddy proud, daddy knows that you can do it.” He smirks when he sees how willingly you get to work.



Soo.. Harry is feeling extra horny today ;)

Part 1.

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“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”

for louisatanic <3 

larry prompt

a co-worker I haven’t met before just emailed a group of us who park on the same level saying she found a to-do list on stationary that had a moose in a canoe at the top. I responded that it wasn’t mine, but I loved the theme, and she wrote back, “The best part is text on the stationery says: Making the Moose out of Life.” AND OMG I need a larry AU. except the to-do list is like embarrassing/personal, like sex positions! and Louis offers to help Harry check them offfff ahhhhhh.

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Prompt: Książę Harry

ILOŚĆ STRON: 8
TYTUŁ: Książę Harry
BOHATEROWIE: Larry Stylinson
BOHATEROWIE DRUGOPLANOWI: Rodzina Harry'ego
UWAGI: One Direction nie istnieje
OSTRZEŻENIA: Duża różnica wieku, +18, miłość męsko-męska
TREŚĆ PROPOZYCJI: XIX-wieczna Anglia. Harry jest osiemnastoletnim i okropnie rozpieszczonym synem króla, w którego państwie panuje wojna. Aby zapewnić bezpieczeństwo jedynemu następcy tronu, monarcha ściąga z frontu i zaprasza do pałacu żołnierzy i oficerów. Harry wybiera spośród nich dwudziestosześcioletniego Louisa, który staje się jego prywatnym ochroniarzem. Książę wymaga od niego zbyt wiele, zmusza go do związku, a nawet do wspólnego spędzenia nocy, szantażując go rozmową z królem. Po tym wydarzeniu Harry zaczyna gubić się w swoich kłamstwach i odkrywa, że początkowe zauroczenie żołnierzem okazuje się prawdziwym uczuciem. Rozdarty osiemnastolatek decyduje się na poważną rozmowę z Louisem.
AUTOR PROPOZYCJI: Anonim
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Kraj od długiego czasu rozdarty był wojną. Ulice wcale nie były spokojne, wręcz przeciwnie, każdego dnia przetaczały się przez nie wrogie oddziały, a obecny król już nie wiedział, jak radzić sobie w tej sytuacji. Bał się nie tylko o to, co stanie się nazajutrz, ale też o to, co wydarzy się za tydzień, dwa lub miesiąc. Sytuacja nie wyglądała dobrze, znajdowali się w podbramkowej sytuacji i siwy już mężczyzna wiedział, że musi podjąć dodatkowe kroki, by dać poczucie bezpieczeństwa wszystkim obywatelom. Dlatego też nie wahał się zaprosić do pałacu całej masy generałów i oficerów z innych części świata, by prosić ich o wsparcie w tej trudnej i nierównej wojnie, która nie miała się ku końcowi.

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"True Blood" Prompt #2

Anonim powiedział(a):

Ja zwyczajnie nie mogę zepsuć takiego pomysłu pisząc go sama, więc prompt: Larry. Louis to wampir. Ale taki seksi i w dodatku wyższy od Harry'ego. Taki dojrzały facet. Harry, to taki chłopak, cnotka który rumieni się zawsze kiedy ktoś prawi mu komplementy. I Lou pewnego dnia chce dorwać Harry'ego ale chłopiec jest tak śliczny, że zamiast wyssać mu krew - kocha się z nim i pozbawia Styles'a dziewictwa. Niech będzie tak słodko i niewinnie. Prosze *-*

Pairing: Larry

Autorka:  feelthestyles

Ilość słów:  ok.1k 

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Can I get a Larry AU where Louis is a aspiring Olympic Gymnast and Harry is a policeman and he becomes really worried about Louis’ weight? Like, Louis’ coach drills Louis into being skinnier because “no one wants a fat gymnast representing their country!” and that makes Harry angry and Louis more persistent in losing weight until one day, he pushed too far and ends up in hospital. As it turns out, Louis is really underweight for his age (nineteen or twenty and Harry is older, twenty two or twenty three) so Harry does something about it. He arrests the coach for neglect and endangerment and Louis is upset at first but Harry makes him see it’s not healthy to have your bones showing.

I don’t know where this came from, I was watching the “Steal My Girl” video and it just came to me. 

Oh, just a side not, bonus points for putting Niall in and even more bonus points for side Ziam. 

Let me know if you write this! THANK YOU! 

anonymous asked:

IS THERE A LARRY THOR AU BC IF NOT THERE SHOULD BE WHERE HARRY IS THOR AND IS ALL COCKY AND MEETS LITTLE SCIENTIST HUMAN LOUIS AND HARRY IS ALL COCKY AND DOESNT GET HOW THIS SILLY BEAUTIFUL FUNNY HUMAN MAKES HIME FEEL LIKE THIS WHEN HES THE KING OF A WHOLE OTHER UNIVERSE AND I JEED THIS PLEASE

someone write this wtf

Sekretarz- Larry | Prompt (smut +18)

miłego czytania ;))

Gdy tylko drzwi się zamknęły Harry jęknął cicho. Popatrzył w dół na swoje krocze i opuścił głowę na biurko uderzając głośno czołem o jego blat. Czemu on zawsze musiał się tak podniecać. A jakby tak teraz ktoś wszedł i to zobaczył. Hazz pokręcił głową, odrzucając od siebie tą myśl. A to wszystko było za sprawką Louisa Tomlinsona, jego szefa. A raczej szefa kutasa. Nie znalazła się w firmie ani jedna osoba, która by się z nim dogadała. Cóż.. Tomlinson był chujem i nie da się tego ukryć, ale trzeba też powiedzieć, że jest seksownym chujem. To wszystko było spotęgowane, przez jego idealnie ułożone włosy, opinającą

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Prompt | Larry - Fantazja (+18)

anonim: Może zaproponuję jakiegoś prompta : PP larry, jakiś bondage, coś w tym stylu?

autorka: Moja pierwsza myśl (zaraz po sprawdzeniu, co to bondage) “Jaja sobie robicie?! Nie napiszę tego!”, a kilkanaście minut później na moim dashu pojawiło się TO i stwierdziłam “O w chuj, napiszę to!”. No i jest. Nie wierzę, ze to napisałam. Będę się za to smażyć w piekle. Na samym dnie cholernego kotła. A wy wszyscy razem ze mną. Tak, mówię do was kochane anonimy. Dziękuje za inspirację, prettytruthsandlies :) Zastanawia mnie tylko, dlaczego takie propozycje dostaje tylko z anonimów ;P

PS. Wciąż szukam kogoś, kto mógłby zrobić banner do Sweet Love, więc… ;) 

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     - O co chodzi, Hazza? – pyta zdezorientowany Louis, kiedy jego chłopak zasłania mu oczy dłońmi i idąc za nim prowadzi go w nieznanym kierunku. Kilkanaście minut wcześniej dziewiętnastolatek wpadł do ich wspólnego mieszkania i rzucając tylko krótkie powitanie pognał do sypialni ściskając w dłoni wypchaną torbę i zatrzasnął za sobą drzwi. Kilka razy wychodził stamtąd i szedł do łazienki lub innego pomieszczenia, zabierał coś i wracał w międzyczasie prosząc szatyna, aby nie ruszał się z miejsca i mu nie przeszkadzał, aż w końcu podszedł do niego, zmusił do wstania z fotela i tak znaleźli się w obecnym położeniu.

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no but I need a fic where Harry works at Sainsbury’s or something and he’s really shy and has a terrible stutter. And like every customer thinks he’s making fun of them but he’s really not and also the other employees are really rude laughing and making fun of him. So one day Louis stops by to buy something for his sisters or whatever and it’s quite busy at the checkout so Harry calls for someone to help through the speaker of the store and there’s a lot of stuttering and Louis hears people laugh and he’s like how’s that funny? So he looks to see who was talking in the first place and his breath gets caught in his throat because the boy at the checkout is actually beautiful. So he changed his line and waited until he was in front of Harry and put his stuff on the counter and flashed him a smile before asking “Love, do you have a pen?” and Harry hesitantly gives it to him, not understanding why the customer would need a pen. So when Louis gets the receipt from Harry (who is shaking terribly) he scribbles down his phone number and hands it back to Harry without another word and grabs his stuff, leaving the change and just hopes Harry will text him and he does and something beautiful comes out oF IT AND SOMEONE WRITE THIS YOU WILL GET A FOLLOW A SHOUTOUT AND ALL MY LOVE

"Absolution" Prompt #1

TO JEST PROMPT, NIE MÓJ POMYSŁ, ZREALIZOWAŁAM PROŚBĘ, JEŚLI UWAŻASZ, ŻE TO CHORE, TO TWOJA SPRAWA. NIE MUSISZ TEGO CZYTAĆ, NIE MA TO NA CELU NIKOGO URAZIĆ, WIĘC WYLUZUJCIE JEEEZ

Opis: Prompt na prośbę @Larry_Kopuluje

„ja mam dla ciebie propozycję! Louis przychodzi do spowiedzi, a Harry jest dosyć nietypowym księdzem!

Pairing: Larry

Autorka: yallsostyles

Ilość słów: ok. 1 k

!!Ostrzeżenie: Zawiera treści czysto erotyczne. Może urazić niektóre osoby. Nie ma na celu obrazić niczyich uczuć religijnych.

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“This time I’m ready to run.”

For hazzabooween <3 

"Come dance with me" Prompt #6

❤ MOŻECIE WYSYŁAĆ MI PROPOZYCJE PROMPTÓW!!! SKRZYNKA OTWARTA! STARAM SIĘ REALIZOWAĆ KAŻDY POMYSŁ!!! ❤

Anonim powiedział(a):
Prompt ❤ Louis jest baletnicą i chlopakiem harrego który jest badboyem. I lou jest bardzo malutki,kruchy i delikatny. Chodzi o smut to jak haz pieprzy lou w szpagacie itd. :) i na końcu jak haz wylizuje ze swojej spremy wrażliwą dziurkę lou a on skomle ❤ kc

Pairing: Larry

Autorka: feelthestyles

Ilość słów: ok.1k

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Prompt 4. | Your lips hang heavy underneath me

Anonim:

Louis17 harry29. Harry jest tatusiem Louisa i pieprzy go przebranego za księżniczkę:) wiem ze podołasz! Xx

No cóż, co tu dużo mówić. Krótki smucik! Mam nadzieję, że będziecie zadowoleni! x dziękuję za podesłaną propozycję x

Inspiracja: Halsey - Is there somewhere

Gatunek: Smut

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Parkuje samochodem pod swoją wielką willą. Jest lekko zmęczony papierkową robotą, którą zgotowała mu dzisiaj jego firma.
Harry wysiada z ferrari, wygładzając pomiętą marynarkę. Rzuca jeszcze okiem na basen i ogród, który miał zostać dzisiaj wypielęgnowany przez najlepszych specjalistów. Mierzy badawczym wzrokiem całość i stwierdza zadowolony, że wszystko gra.
Harry Styles był udziałowcem w największej korporacji zajmującej się high-tech i nie ukrywał tego, że ma pieniądze. Dorobił się sukcesu poprzez swój bystry umysł i może lekką pomoc ojca. To nieważne. Wzdycha cicho, gdy ściąga okulary słoneczne i otwiera drzwi wejściowe.
Widzi w korytarzu porozstawiane papierowe torby z różnych sklepów odzieżowych i obuwniczych. Przewraca oczami. Tylko jedna osoba mogła kupować aż tyle.

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When We Were Young

When we were young-

He still looked like a movie…

There he was. Across the room form me, sitting in his button up shirt that only had the need for the bottom 3 buttons, something I guess he hasn’t changed. I used to tease him, asking why he would even bother with a shirt when he barely was covered.

The boots remained the same as well. Dark brown with scuff marks but he still managed to make them look like the $5,000 he probably spent on them. He always got offended when I made fun of his boots, but he got the last laugh when I got myself my own pair.

It had been years. But it felt like just yesterday, we were making out in the back seat of his car, hot and bothered. I can still remember waking up on the uncomfortable leather seats, sticking to him and completely naked, the sun starting to rise. He looked just as beautiful that day, with his gleaming green eyes and 3 little beauty marks.

I watched him smile at his friend, and my chest hurt. It ached, felt like someone was tearing it out of my chest because I used to make him smile. I used to be one of the main causes and I hadn’t seen that smile in person for so long.

He still sounds like a song

His laughed rumbled out of his chest and resonated across the room, his head thrown back as the gleeful sound circled the air. I missed it. I missed it so fucking much. Sometimes I could still hear it if I was lost in thought.


My god this reminds me, of when we were young.

We used to stay up all night, just to see the sun rise. And during that time, we would laugh so hard our stomachs hurt, until we had tears in our eyes and red faces. Every single thing he did on those nights made me so happy.

And those days he would randomly show up with a sea shell, or a candy heart, a pen, a pair of socks, giving them to me excitedly because it reminded him of me.

The times we made love in every corner of his home, until his legs were weak and we collapsed on the carpet in giggles, falling asleep right in that position.

I missed the times we fought. When he got angry at me for not wearing a coat and getting sick, when he was 4 minutes late picking me up so we missed the movie, when he didn’t wake me up in time for my job… I missed them because the make up was so much sweeter.

But then things changed. He had to leave me, he had to go overseas and leave me. My heart was leaving and I didn’t know what to do. No matter how much he apologized for not telling me, no matter the phone calls or messages or even the flowers to my house, I couldn’t let it go. Though I wish I did, because this man in front of me… I still want him.


I wasn’t expecting his eyes to meet mine. I wasn’t expecting him to walk over, and I sure as well wasn’t expecting him to sit down next to me.

“You’re still just as beautiful as the day I left.” He said, looking intensely at me with a passion I realized so well.

The sting of his words, the ‘the day I left’ still hurt my heart. My smile was weak, with a quiet thank you being given.

“I came back for you.” He said, getting closer. “You blocked my number. No one would tell me anything, except that you would be here tonight. I miss you.” His voice was quiet, his face moving closer.

The anger bubbled in me, looking at him with fire in my eyes.
“You missed me? You came back for me? What about those years? When I’ve been sitting here missing you, and you’ve been off across the sea, without me. I loved you so much, you tore my heart out when you left me. Why now? When I was finally trying… Trying to forget you.” The loud statement was ended quiet, voice cracked at the end.

His face was full of pain, stepping closer and grasping my cheek. His hands felt the same, god, they felt warm and comforting and I wanted to cry.

“I wanted you to have better. I wanted your life to be fun and stress free and I wanted you to find someone who could love you better than me. Someone who could be around all the time but…” He stepped closer, pressing my body against the bar, his own breath shaky.

“I can’t. I can’t let you go. I’ve tried for these years to let you go, thinking it would make you better. I thought maybe, that you’d be happy and move on but I was wrong. They said you aren’t yourself. You’re sad and quiet and you’re not the same, and I’ve been in the same situation. No one else feels right, nothing feels right without /you./” he whispered fiercely.

“You still look like a movie. And you sound like a song. And how we’re standing right now, god, this reminds me of when we were young.” He studied my face, before leaning in and giving me the smallest, lightest kiss. My heart was pounding but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.

“I’ve been sad, trying to grow old. Without you, my love, I just feel… Cold. I don’t know what else I can do but ask you… Would you let me make you feel, like when we were young?”