punk rock zayn

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.
Stoned love

Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,

Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,

She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,

Student-Teacher Conferences // Fivesome Smut

Hi! This is the first smut ill be posting on my tumblr since i just remade it yesterday. I do take requests so feel free to request any one shots/imagines/etc I do both SMUT and fluff lol
Warnings: v small daddy kink with Calum, v small implication of a daddy kink with Ash, squirting, dirty talk

Enjoy ((;

•••

You chewed your lip nervously as a paper landed on your desk from the hand of a blonde girl who’s name you couldn’t remember, as she walked around the classroom, handing out student-teacher conference papers to everyone. You carefully flipped it over as your math teacher, Mr. Hemmings, began talking.

“Alright everyone, on the paper in front of you, you will see a scheduled time for your student-teacher conference. For any of you who don’t know, this is a time when you have a small, half hour long meeting with all 6 of your teachers at once to discuss any problems you’ve been having in class, or any assignments you don’t understand, etcetera. Oh, and if you have Mrs. Lancaster for History class, or Ms. Steele for Science, then you’ll just be meeting with your English, Math, Music, and Foreign language teachers, as Mrs. L is out on maternity leave and Ms. Steele is out of town for the rest of the week. A-” before Mr Hemmings could finish, the bell rang and everyone began packing their things away for their next class.

“Great,” you sighed, almost inaudibly. If Mrs. Lancaster was out to push a baby out of her hooha, and Ms. Steele had picked this week to go to Africa with her church group and help starving orphans, then that meant you’d be stuck in a small room for half an hour with your four hottest teachers.

“Alright, class dismissed, see you guys tomorrow!” You picked up your backpack and glanced down at your sheet. “Y/F/N Y/LN: Student-Teacher Conference at 1:00 PM Tuesday. Math: Hemmings, Lucas; Spanish: Hood, Calum; Music: Clifford, Michael; English: Irwin, Ashton.”

The next day, Tuesday, at 1PM, you headed over to Mr. Hood’s classroom to meet with all four of your teachers. At least this thing got you out of History class with the dumb substitute teacher who was so loud that three people stopped in to see if someone had gotten hurt and was yelling in pain.

You trekked down the hall until you got to room 34, and then gingerly pushed the handle down and walked into the classroom.

“Ah, Y/N!” Mr. Irwin exclaimed as you entered. That adorable dimpled smile was plastered across his face as he started walking towards you. He placed his hand on the small of your back and walked you over to the chair in front of their desk. You didn’t think much of it, as Mr. Irwin was just a really friendly, touchy (in a good way) type of guy, but his hand that close to your ass still set loose a flock of butterflies in your stomach.

You sat down in the chair and gently scooted yourself forward until you were only inches away from the desk. Three extra chairs had been pulled up to the other side, and all four of the tall Australian teachers were looking back at you. You nervously looked up at them, unsure of what to say. Mr. Clifford started, leaning on his elbows on the desk and asking if you felt you were struggling with anything in his class. You shook your head “no”, telling him that you thought you understood the concept of the current unit.

After several more awkward questions and short conversations with your teachers, your grades were brought up. You were doing okay in English, you’d always been a good writer, but lately you seemed to be having some trouble getting your assignments in on time, and on your latest math test in Mr. Hemmings’ class, you’d gotten a D. You weren’t even sure why, but you’d just been having trouble concentrating on your schoolwork. When the test had been passed back to you, you’d quietly stuffed it in your binder and hoped it wasn’t a huge portion of your grade. But added in with all the other assignments you’d turned in late and not having all your supplies for the “surprise supplies checks”, your grades were slowly dropping in all four of these classes. “And right now, you’re still passing my class, but if this habit continues, I’m afraid you might be bumped down from your AP classes- Y/N, are you listening?” Mr. Hemmings looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer. “Oh, um, yeah sorry, I am.”

“And.. I’m sorry to say this Y/N but currently your grade in my class is an F. Just barely, but still an F. You’re at a 62%, and unless you get your act together then I’m going to have to fail you.” Mr. Hood chimed in, resting his hands on the desk in front of him.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You couldn’t be failing! I mean, just barely passing Mr. Hemmings’ class was bad, but failing? That was BAD. If you didn’t get your shit together soon, you could be held back. And not to even mention whatever punishment your parents would have in mind for you. You punched the bridge of your nose and leaned back in your chair. “Shit,” you muttered.

“Hey, watch your mouth, young lady.” Mr. Irwin replied, glaring at you with a small smirk. “Sorry..” You mumbled back, taking your bottom lip between your teeth again. “Is there anything I can do for extra credit? Maybe I can retake a couple tests? Do some extra homework? Anything?” You asked desperately, “I just really need to get my grades up.”

“Well, unfortunately we can’t let you retake any tests, that’s against school policy, but perhaps you could do something for extra credit, and as long as we keep it quiet, we could just bump your grade up in the school system?” Mr. Clifford told you.

Mr. Hood glanced over at the other three teachers, licking his lips as he thought. “Well.. Maybe there is something you could do?” Mr. Irwin said, locking eyes with you across the desk.

Surely they couldn’t mean…? But just thinking about the possibility of that, you could feel your cheeks flushing and your thighs clench. Mr. Clifford’s eyes dropped down to your crotch as your thighs clenched tight in front of it.

“Yeah.. I think there is.” Mr Hemmings smirked and crossed his arms across his chest as he looked at you. He slowly moved towards the door and shut it all the way, before pressing down the small silver button to lock the door. Mr. Hood scooted his chair back and brought his hands to his neck, and began undoing his tie. Your stomach churned in anticipation and your wide eyes followed him as he came over to you and kneeled in front of you as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned into you, attaching his soft, plump lips to yours. You sat stiffly at first, not kissing back much, but as soon as Mr. Hood’s hands landed on your waist, you immediately leaned into him and parted your lips.

Mr. Hood’s hands slipped under your ass as he picked you up and held you tight against his hips, never breaking the kiss. You could feel his hands brushing against your bare thighs, as your school uniform skirt wasn’t the longest, and you silently thanked yourself for wearing your black lacy panties. “Calum, mate, you can’t keep her all to yourself. This is extra credit for all of Y/N’s classes, remember?” Mr. Hemmings said as he started walking over to the two of you. “You’re right, man.” Mr. Irwin agreed, taking you from Mr. Hood’s arms. Mr. Clifford stepped over and in one swift movement, brushed his arm across Mr. Hood’s desk, swiping away all the pens and papers. “Michael!”

“Sorry.” Mr. Clifford grinned, gesturing for Mr. Irwin to put you down there. He did so, placing you gently on your back on top of the desk. You bent your knees so that your feet were resting on the desk next to your butt, and your skirt slid even farther down your thighs.

“You wore these to school? Such a naughty girl,” Mr. Irwin muttered, brushing his fingers over your clothed heat. “Such a shame they have to come off baby girl, they look so nice on this pretty little pussy of yours.” You arched your back at his words, and started unbuttoning your white blouse. Mr. Hemmings finished unbuttoning it and then went to work on your bra, and again you thanked yourself for your choice in undergarments, as you’d worn a bra that clips in the front. “Fuck, so beautiful,” Mr. Hemmings muttered to himself as he pushed your bra off of your chest. You leaned up and shrugged your shirt and bra off your shoulders, before reaching up to Mr. Hemmings’ tie and taking it off. You watched as Mr. Irwin pulled your panties down your legs, his eyes widening slightly as you became fully exposed to him. He leaned down to your aching heat and brushed his fingers down your sensitive clit before thrusting two of his long digits inside of you suddenly. His mouth attached to your pussy and his tongue flicked over your clit slowly, before moving up an down your bundle of nerves at a rapid pace.

“Ugh, fuck,” you groaned, raking your hands through his silky curls as Mr. Hemmings stepped out of his boxers and tapped his thick length on your parted lips. You eagerly opened your mouth and took him in, taking as much as you could down your throat from the position you were in. You could hear moans coming next to you, and as you glanced over you could see both Mr. Hood and Mr. Clifford jacking themselves off at the sight in front of them. Mr. Irwin suddenly stopped the attack on your pussy, and moved over so Mr. Hood could have a go with you.

“You doin’ okay babe?” Mr. Hood asked, as he stepped in front of you and reached up to massage one of your breasts, before teasingly brushing the head of his dick against your clit. You moaned at the feeling and suddenly Mr. Hemmings pulled out of your mouth to finish himself off.

“Oh I’m grand,” you replied, reaching over to where Mr. Clifford was standing and pumping your hand up and down his rock hard length. “Fuck, you dirty girl,” Mr. Hood muttered with a smirk before pushing himself into you. “Do you think you can take it all? Think you can take all of daddy’s big cock in that tight little pussy?” ((Sorry I had to throw in a daddy kink, I love that shit)) You moaned in reply, feeling the stretch of your pussy around his cock, before suddenly feeling a hard but pleasurable smack on your breast. “Fucking answer me Y/N.” Mr. Hood groaned, rubbing his hand over the now-pink skin where his hand had just been. “Yes, yes I can take all of you daddy.” You whined in response, pumping Mr. Clifford at the same pace as Mr. Hood was fucking you. You could hear both Mr. Hemmings and Mr. Irwin’s moans coming from next to you as they touched themselves.

“Ashton,” you groaned, using Mr. Irwin’s first name for the first time. “Come fuck my -ah, fuck Mr. Hood, - come fuck my mouth.” He gladly obliged and you opened your mouth wide as Mr. Irwin came over to you and thrusted harshly into your mouth.

You reached your other hand out towards Mr. Hemmings, gesturing for him to move closer to you. You couldn’t see much since you were laying down flat on a desk, getting fucked, and had Mr. Irwin standing in front of your face, but you could feel Mr. Hemmings take your hand in his and wrap it carefully around his dick. You carefully maneuvered both of your hands at the same time as you were getting mouth fucked and fucked fucked. You clenched your walls around Mr. Hood and moaned around Mr. Irwin’s cock as you could feel your orgasm nearing. You automatically starting pumping Mr. Hemmings and Mr. Clifford faster to match Mr. Hood’s thrusts and all you could hear was all four of their moans coming from around you, and you thought smugly about how they were all moaning because of you, and only you.

“Fuck,” Mr. Irwin gasped, and you felt him spill into your mouth. You quickly swallowed around him and released him from your mouth with a loud popping noise. As he backed away, Mr. Clifford slowly slid himself into your mouth. You weren’t sure you could take anymore, your throat was already so fucking sore from being fucked so harshly, but you knew Mr. Clifford was close already, so you gladly wrapped your mouth around him and started sucking.

Soon enough, you felt Mr. Clifford release himself into your mouth as well, and Mr. Hemmings followed soon after. Your lips and hand were now covered in cum but you could honestly care less, you had four hot guys worshipping your body while getting fucked so hard and fast that you didn’t know what hit you. Not to mention this was helping you get better grades.

You groaned loudly as your climax overtook you, and once Mr. Hood had finished, he pulled out, still rubbing your clit to let your ride out your orgasm. Suddenly, you could feel yourself getting extremely more wet than you were before, and when you looked down towards Mr. Hood, you saw him looking at you in awe.

“Fuck, I think you just squirted.” You groaned and laid your head back down on the desk in embarrassment. “102% for my class.” He smirked as he leaned down to kiss you again.
(Most likely the end unless anyone wants a part two, and probably no one does but I might make one anyway lol oops) lol im gonna go masturbate with fUCKING HOLY WATER NOW WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME

anonymous asked:

Hiya! I was looking through your fic rec masterpost and noticed you had a bottom harry fic link but not a bottom louis one, so I was wondering what are some of your favorite bottom louis fics?

Oh good question !

- let me make a thing of cream and stars  : It doesn’t explain why he’s lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of him.As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. Also  the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Louis’ wet dreams since he was about eighteen.(Or: Louis is a Radio 1 DJ and Harry is a pop-star he interviews.) (24k)

- Our blood is boiling  : [Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.] (6.5k)

- like a timebomb ticking  : Louis loses everything. Harry’s still there. (31k)

- (your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones  : Harry goes as Louis’ date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.  (32k)

- wherever you are is the place I belong  :  Harry Styles’ mystery bakery date: See photos! What the fuck. What the fuck. What is happening. Louis sits up with lightning speed and presses the article link, and nearly feels his heart stop when he sees a picture of himself through the bakery window.[Louis’ a photographer. Harry’s famous. Things happen.] (28k)

- burn to ash  : Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later. (116k)

- Torn On The Platform  :  AU where harry and louis are strangers but they always get the same train to work in the morning and one day harry falls asleep on louis’ shoulder. louis wants to be annoyed because harry just broke a least seven rules of tube conduct but he looks so soft and peaceful that he just lets him sleep and wakes him ever so carefully when it’s his stop. it happens again and again until it becomes a regular thing where louis will let harry snooze and then gently nudge him awake, hand him the cup of coffee he took from him so it wouldn’t slip and spill everywhere and send him off with a “have fun at work, love” and after the tenth time harry isn’t even embarrassed anymore.   Cue changing work schedules, missing each other for the first time in weeks, panicking because “i don’t even know his name, why didn’t i ask for his name”, dramatic waiting on platforms and finally bumping into each other again when they least expect it (27k)

- Tug-of-War  : Louis’ husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn’t.  (63k)

- hear your voice, in the backseat of my car  : Louis gracelessly dropped the back of his seat so he could slide himself into the backseat, the fit tight and cramped and almost too warm.  He was unbuttoning his pants when he paused for a moment and took in the sight before him. “Christ.  Look at you.”  Louis stopped and just took in what he was seeing.  He was speechless and a little overwhelmed but very, very ready to see what would happen next.  Louis drives a cab.   Harry needs a ride. (8.5k)

- Swim In The Smoke  : “What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it. (101k)

- Fire For A Heart  ; The Grey’s anatomy/Chicago Fire AU no one asked for where Louis is the captain of the firefighting Squad 78, Harry is a surgeon, Zayn is Louis’ second in command and Liam is the rookie. Niall and Sam are Harry’s fellow residents and have their own affair going on. (43k)

- 210 Days  : Harry is in the army and Louis is back in New York. Together, they get through Harry’s six month leave by sending a series of letters back and forth. They’ve done it before, and they can do it again. (16k)

- You’re Not Perfect, But I Don’t Care  : Or the one where Harry, Liam, Niall, and Josh are in a punk rock band and Zayn drags Louis along with him to watch them play at a pub. Louis pretty much wants nothing to do with the hooligans. That is before Harry pushes him into a bathroom stall and drops down to his knees in front of him after the gig.Louis is more than persuaded to go back his flat for more.What happens after isn’t what he expected, but then again, Harry isn’t at all what he expected either. (27k)

- Play Me Like One of Your French Girls  : Louis is Hollywood’s ‘Bad Boy and Sometimes Darling’, and Harry is the clumsy, endearingly attractive part-time cellist whose cello gets upgraded to the seat next to his on the plane. They fall in love.Also featuring R&B Superstar Zayn Malik, Olympic Gold Medalist Liam Payne, and Masterchef Niall Horan. (26k)

Update (last update on April 3rd 2017) (under the cut cause it’s too long)

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Fanfic Fridays

baby, you’re my only reason by zouisclimax: Harry’s famous and Louis’ a big fan.or, “you’re a celebrity and you just broke up and i tweeted you a selfie and said "date me” and you thought i was serious?“ au. (6,605 words, Larry, AU, drunk!tweeting, famous!Harry, non-famous!Louis, b!Louis, explicit)

gonna take you everywhere (and never ask who you are) by defloweringlou:  Louis Tomlinson is the merc with a mouth and Harry Styles is the famous web slinger. (17,703 words, Larry, AU, Spideypool, mild smut, humor, mature)

I Will Never Rust by stylez:  Harry wants to suck more than just Louis’ blood but Louis refuses to sleep with Count Dickula. (38,062 words, Larry, AU, vampire!Harry, fratboy!Harry, b!Louis, mentions of Lirry, side Ziall, side Sophiam, explicit)

You’re Not Perfect, But I Don’t Care by ambiglouis:  The one where Harry, Liam, Niall, and Josh are in a punk rock band and Zayn drags Louis along with him to watch them play at a pub. Louis pretty much wants nothing to do with the hooligans. That is before Harry pushes him into a bathroom stall and drops down to his knees in front of him after the gig. Louis is more than persuaded to go back his flat for more. What happens after isn’t what he expected, but then again, Harry isn’t at all what he expected either. (27,395 words, Larry, AU, punk!Harry, porn with feelings, not rated)

i’ll make this feel like home by g_uttertrash: It’s St. Patrick’s Day at the house in Greater Gloomingshire….in September.(Liam’s "secret” is revealed, Zayn returns, Niall eats some cupcakes, while Harry and Louis both have to face the past - and the future.) (42,228 words, Larry, AU, light angst, fluff, b!Harry, supernatural, part 7 of domestic monsters series, mature)

set alight my veins by whiskeyinthejar: Harry’s quiet and shy and does all his homework. Louis drives motorbikes and never turns up to school. Their respective friends think they’d be a cute couple. (11,206 words, Larry, AU, punk!Louis, nerdy!Harry, blind dates, side Ziam, mature)

anonymous asked:

Hello Love! I just realized that there's not a Punk AU fic rec yet, do you know some fics that could fit in it? x

YES YES  YES ! This !!!!!!!!!!!

(I mean, look at them )

(amazing manip by @punkonedirection-1-blog-blog and @punkonedirectionedits )

- These Constant Stars  : Louis’ career has nowhere to go but up. He’s living at the height of New York City on the precipice of an epic promotion. Life is good and only getting better. And then one day, things turn disastrous.This is a story about life, death, and punk rockers turned guardian angels. (31k)

- Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart: Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door. (86k)

- You’re Not Perfect, But I Don’t Care : (…) Or the one where Harry, Liam, Niall, and Josh are in a punk rock band and Zayn drags Louis along with him to watch them play at a pub. Louis pretty much wants nothing to do with the hooligans. That is before Harry pushes him into a bathroom stall and drops down to his knees in front of him after the gig.Louis is more than persuaded to go back his flat for more.What happens after isn’t what he expected, but then again, Harry isn’t at all what he expected either. (27k)

- set alight my veins  : If Liam really thinks it’s funny to send him on a surprise date with a tattooed, leather wearing punk then Harry’s going to have words with him later. When he’s managed to stop staring at the guy across from him.-Harry’s quiet and shy and does all his homework. Louis drives motorbikes and never turns up to school. Their respective friends think they’d be a cute couple. (11k)

- Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes       : They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.  Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need. (120k)

- Can I Make It Any More Obvious?  : (…) [AU where Louis does ballet and Harry is the epitome of everything Louis’ friends want him to stay away from] (35k)

- Underdog: Due to an incident at his old school, sixteen-year-old Louis is sent away by his parents to live with his cousin Liam. Glad to escape his past, Louis accepts the prospect of spending his summer holidays and near future with his overly perfect cousin. Things get complicated however when he meets infamous Harry Styles, captain of the local football team, who just so happens to be Liam’s archnemesis.Features: Punk!Louis, (Soccer) Footballer!Harry, Zayn as an ancient sex god, Liam as carrier of the Louis-sphere and Niall as TheCraic. (36k)

- Sun-kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm       : Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who writes a lot and dreams about Louis’ cheekbones . Louis needs a statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush.  (7k. Okay this one is fake punk Louis but it’s so lovely?)

- In Dreams  : AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face. (23k)

- Love (is a choice we make): Punk!Louis moves across the street from flowerchild!Harry. He also goes to Harry’s high school where Harry’s being bullied and at first he joins the people bullying Harry but then he sees Harry’s scars from self-harming and stops, without actually helping his situation. Then they are assigned on baby project for Sex Ed together and they get really close throughout it. Louis fucks Harry one day in Harry’s twin bed and Harry has really sensitive nipples so Louis likes to play with those. If Louis could also kiss his scars would be great. (5.5k)

- Give Me Truths : (…) Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy. (110k)

- Take All of Your Doubts (You Can Throw ‘Em Out) : Louis Tomlinson is a punk who figures he’s just destined to be alone. Harry Styles is his nerdy best friend who is always there to pick him up when he’s down. Somewhere along the way feelings grow. (6k)

- i’d burn this city down to show you the light        : Harry’s a sheltered rich kid and Louis’s a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harry’s house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance. (23k)

- oops, i like you  ; He thrives in the attention, at the knowledge he makes these boys with their tattooed dicks and pierced whatevers, so hot and bothered. These boys with their confident smirks and broad shoulders and hands, touching Louis wherever they can. Louis reduces them all to a wet, moaning, mess, every time.Usually he doesn’t see those guys again. It’s not generally part of the plan.But then Harry tightens his grip on the back of Louis’ neck and Louis ducks his head to taste the sweat beading under Harry’s chin, kissing the ink curling up Harry’s neck, then kissing his way down to get his mouth on the god forsaken nipple piercings. He listens to the way Harry breathes his name, and for the first time silently asks, Can I keep him? (5.5k)