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hi 🌸
we’re a new bottom louis nsfw blog that will be reblogging fanart, manips, gifs, edits, fics, text posts and any other nsfw/suggestive content that centres around bottom/sub louis 🍑
this blog will majorly be larry centric but will maybe occasionally feature louis centric ot3/ot4/ot5 content 🌷
do tag us in your content ! we track the sweetlikelouis tag 💐
Can you recommend some fanfiction (larry) to read? Also do you read bottom louis or bottom harry?
Preferably bottom Harry but i’d read anything if the fic is good,
(these are all my all time favorites so they’re all worth a read i promise)
There are so many that i can’t link bc i dont have an AO3 but i’ve read them before you needed to be logged in to read them so here are the ones that you still can read without having to be logged in, also they’re in no specific order:
Prince of the seven seas ‘’Louis Tomlinson the crown prince of the United Kingdom was on a ride to France, when his ship was suddenly taken over by Harry Styles, the infamous pirate captain otherwise known as the Prince of the Seven Seas.‘’
Young & Beautiful ‘’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.‘’
For angels to fly ‘’Louis isn’t in love with a guy and Harry doesn’t need saving. Neither of these things end up being entirely true.‘’
Trough the Darkest of Your Days ‘’Harry thinks he might not really know what okay is, but Louis is warm next to him, solid and constant and questioning. He’s all wide eyes and nerves and vulnerability. And this feels alright, this might be some sort of okay, Harry thinks.‘’
Escapade ‘’In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.‘’
Butterfly Gun ‘’Harry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true.’’
Feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream ‘’“Alright, alright. No need to bite,” Harry says, holding his hands above his head in a general gesture of surrender.Louis quirks an eyebrow and his foot nudges Harry’s as he moves to sit straight. “If that’s what you think biting is, you’ve got another thing coming, Styles.”Harry blinks at him before he feels his face flush and inside the marrows of his bones there’s pulses of heat, pulses of fire spreading through him. “Is that a threat, your Highness?”“That’s a promise,” Louis answers just as the car halts to a stop. “One I intend to keep.”’’
You’ll breathe me in, (you won’t release) ‘’His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently “not another surly teacher” meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin’s trying to get Harry killed at seventeen.’’
Things have gotten closer to the sun ‘’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.‘’
Like a bastard on the burning sea ‘’harry breaks louis, louis breaks everything.‘’
Here (in your arms) ‘“Let me walk you home.”“What? No. No, it’s fine, my flat’s only like two blocks from here.”Harry shrugs and Louis takes in his shoulders and how broad they look compared to his slim hips and fuck. “A lot can happen in two blocks. What if I never see you again?”They stand across each other, Louis blinking and a playful smile slowly forming on Harry’s lips.“…So?”“So… maybe I want to see you again.”
All of our important nothings ‘’ Or the one where Harry and Louis are in love, Haylor happens, and Louis battles quite a few demons along the way.‘’
Jump and i’ll catch you Sequel to Run and I’ll Give Chase
My english love affair ‘’The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody’s supposed to find out it’s about you.‘’
Lets fall in love in a place you want to stay ‘’A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis’ life upside down.‘’
Have you coming back again ‘’It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.’’
Just you me and this box of matches ‘’Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.‘’
And then a bit ‘’Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.‘’
(There’s like MANY MANY, MANY more but i’m tired so i’ll end it here:) )
Enjoy!!!!!
My Larry blog is: Larry_dagger. This is a fan fic idea and I would be so happy if you made it! : AU: Harry on holiday with Gemma decides to send a postcard to a random as a prank. So they look it up and find Louis Tomlinsons addres and they just send a nice postcard about what they love the most about Italy and it becomes a tradition and one time Harry includes his Twitter handle and 1 day he sees Louis is following him and they find out they live in neighboring cities and you can go from there.
(Oh my god, I hope you like this and I also hope this isn’t horrible! It’s late at night and I’m tired but this was really fun to write! Also, no hate to anyone named Rupert lol)
It’s unlawfully hot in France, Gemma and him are lying on their bed with the air conditioner blasting from the corner of the room. God knows, where their parents are, they had finally given up on lecturing them about art and culture and seeing the world, Harry.
Harry can testify that he’s having a much more lovely time in their mini French apartment browsing on the internet than he ever could staring at paintings all day and making a fool of himself every time he tries to order a meal.
“Oi, Harry come here.” Gemma beckons him over to her bed, patting the flowery comforter that Harry had originally wanted, but Gemma had snatched it from him right under his nose, with the phrase you snooze you lose and an expression daring him to say something about it. He ended up grumpily getting the boring navy blue covers.
He jumps onto her bed, Gemma make an unpleasant oomph sound and swats his shoulder once he’s settled down next to her. She points to the screen.
“Have you ever heard of this? Matty just did it on her vacation in Germany, it’s where you send a postcard to a random person in England telling them how nice your trip was and stuff. Sounds like a bit of a laugh, doesn’t it?” She explains, her hands typing up something.
“I guess.” Harry shrugs his shoulders. He doesn’t get how it could be such a laugh, but it sounds slightly entertaining and just something to do. Gemma is all about starting new trends, she has to be on top of everything and if Matty had done it, then she bloody well has to too.
“Great. Do you have a left over postcard? You bought like fifty yesterday and I know you don’t have that many friends, so cough them up.” Harry pouts and gets up from the bed, heading to his suitcase, where he does in fact have about fifty postcards, he was hoping to keep them for mementos to hang in his room when he got back.
Harry picks out his least favorite. He flings the postcard across the room at her, it hits her square in the head and she lets out an indignant squawk. “Watch it or else I’ll beat you into next week, Styles.” She scowls, her face scrunching up trying to mimic something even slightly menacing but Harry just chuckles at her.
He plops down next to her. “Now let’s look at names and addresses, pick our victim.” She has a little smirk on her face and Harry can almost hear the inner monologue of a maniacal laugh.
It ends up being between two unwilling British citizens; Louis Tomlinson and Rupert Scrivener, only because it sounds like a made up insane British name. Harry likes Louis Tomlinson, but Gemma thinks Rupert is the best option.
“But Louis Tomlinson sounds like royalty, so you know it’s got to be someone good. I don’t want our amazing postcard to be sent to some old bloke named Rupert who won’t understand the humor in it and ends up calling the cops.” Harry explains, exasperated, throwing his hands up in the air.
“C’mon let’s be smart about this, Louis is the best option.” Harry argues, raising his eyebrows. Gemma thinks about it for a second, the only thing he can hear is the faint thrum from the air conditioner.
“Okay fine, you win.” She says, copy and pasting Louis’ address onto notes, so she doesn’t lose it. Harry fist pumps in victory, while Gemma rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
The letter doesn’t end up being that maniacal as Harry thought it would be. It’s pretty standard, they end up telling this mysterious Louis about their adventures in Paris and Harry makes sure to add some incredibly bad puns.
He’s not ashamed to say that he added now we’ve got to escargot with a winky face at the end. Gemma had smacked him amongst the head when she’d seen it, but Harry had made sure to do it in pen so she’d have no chance to erase it.
“We don’t want him to think we’re a bunch of losers, do we?” Gemma had said, outraged. Harry couldn’t stop laughing about it, escargot, like go, like they’ve got to leave. It was genius, he has no idea what she’s saying.
They send the postcard later that night, Gemma finally cooling down about it and even chuckling a bit at it.
At every country they go to they send Louis a postcard describing their time there, it almost becomes a bit of a tradition.
When they’re about to finish writing the last one of their little series, Harry can’t stop thinking about what this Louis is doing with all of these. Is he just throwing them out? Or is he laughing? And if he’s laughing is he laughing with or at them? Harry doesn’t care either way, but he does have a weird interest in finding out.
“Do you ever feel bad that he can’t ever respond to us?” Harry asks, holding their Icelandic postcard in one hand.
“No, that’s the whole point of it, you wuss. He’ll never know who we are, so it makes it even better, we can write whatever we want without any consequences.” She tilts her head and thinks about it for a second. “Actually, that’s probably a bad thing. I wouldn’t trust myself with that much power and definitely not you.” She shrugs her shoulders and continues flipping through an Icelandic magazine that she probably can’t even read.
“Since this is our last one, do you think we should leave something for him? I feel bad for leaving him in the dark after our slew of letters to him.” Harry scrunches his nose up in contemplation.
“Do whatever your little heart desires.” She says, clearly fed up with all his bothersome questions. She flips through the magazine slowly, taking in every aspect of it. Harry huffs and rolls his eyes.
He looks down at the postcard in his hands, there’s a little empty spot at the bottom that would be great for writing a message. He decides to act on impulse, scrawling down his twitter handle with a smiley face next to it.
He immediately regrets the decision. What if Louis ends up being a total creep? He now has his full name and can look him up on twitter, which links to his Instagram, which links to basically his whole life. He puts the postcard down, his pulse skyrocketing and his palms sweaty, he decides not to think about it and just deal with it in the morning, crawling into bed and closing his eyes.
He wakes up with his eyes crusty and a yawn caught in the middle of his throat. He scratches his hair lazily and gazes over to the little hotel desk he had left the postcard on. Which is now gone, nowhere to be seen on the desk.
Harry’s breath gets caught in his throat. He scrambles out of bed and searches high and low for the stupid thing. He’s on his hands and knees under the desk when Gemma walks in, he lifts his head up and bumps it on the bottom of the desk.
“Ow,” the top of his head throbs with pain, he rubs his head and looks up at Gemma, “Do you know where the postcard is?” He asks scooting out from under the desk, watching out for his head this time.
“Oh yeah, I just put it in the mail,” Harry makes a squeaking noise of utter terror. Gemma chooses to ignore his outburst. “Very bold of you by the way, putting your twitter handle on the thing.” Her hand is on her hip and she looks like she’s holding in a laugh. Harry’s whole body fills with dread.
He doesn’t hear anything from Louis for two weeks; he’s back at home and he’s finally almost forgotten about the whole debacle. Until he’s scrolling through Instagram late at night and a twitter notification pops up on the top of his screen Louis Tomlinson followed you. His heart stops and his eyes widen in fear, Jesus fucking Christ he can’t believe Louis followed him.
His hands get clammy and he drops his phone onto his stomach not daring to look at it out of mortification. Gemma walks in with a bag of crisps in her hands and a raised eyebrow. “What’s put that look on your face?” She plops down next to Harry and smacks her lips, wiping her fingers on her shorts.
Harry’s hands are covering his face and he groans, closing his eyes. “Louis from the postcards followed me on twitter.” He can feel humiliation brimming in his stomach.
“No way, are you joking?” She asks, purely shocked. “Have you checked out his profile yet?” Harry can hear the crunch of the crisp’s bag as she puts it down on the table. “No.” Harry says, his voice almost a whisper.
“What the bloody hell are you waiting for, let’s do it right now.” Gemma grabs his phone from his stomach and starts typing around until she lets out a breathy laugh.
“Oh my god,” she whispers.
“Oh no, what is it?” Harry secretly hopes Louis’ not some weird person. Hoping he didn’t spend all summer sending a creepy guy postcards and then gave him his twitter username.
“Louis’ a total hunk!” She squeals and tugs Harry’s hands from over his eyes and thrusts his phone in his face. “Oh, look he sent you a DM too!” She pulls the phone back and Harry reaches up trying to get his phone from her grasp, but she pushes his head down and keeps him there while she reads the DM.
“Are you the bloke who’s been sending me all those postcards this summer?” She reads in a mocking low voice. “Just wanted to say thanks for keeping me entertained this summer and also you’re super cute. Oh my god, he sent you a winky face, he wants you so bad. Get it, Curly.” Gemma jokes. Harry thinks his face is probably as bright as a tomato, his cheeks burning. He still hasn’t seen what Louis looks like, not that it would matter all that much, but still. Gemma said he was a hunk.
She flings his phone onto the couch and cackles as Harry makes a dive for it. He catches it and looks over Louis’ profile quickly. He’s a total hunk, a total cute, small hunk and Harry’s heart is thumping so loud, he’s worried Gemma might hear it.
He scampers to his room with his phone clutched firmly in his hand, he can hear Gemma wolf-whistling from the living room. He precedes to talk to Louis all night and then gives him his number early the next morning, so they can talk even more. He finds out Louis only lives a couple towns over so they to meet up the next time they’re both free. It’s definitely nothing he ever expected to happen when he first sent that postcard.
does anyone else think that the whole "louis is going to be a dad" ordeal was just promo for drag me down being released
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can we discuss the larrystylinsmut snapchat story for a second i am screaming
Behind closed doors something else goes on (English)
As I told you, I was going to upload it in English too. Im so sorry if my grammar isn’t so good.
I hope you like it.
Kate Woke up so soon, but it was worthy.
Today she will take the plane with destination London, where his father will be waiting for to celebrate their Christmas holidays.
It's been 3 years since his parents divorced, but that bad thing had good consequences though, she could go to London to visit his father whenever she wanted so that would be fantastic.
« This holidays are going to be unforgettable » she repeated to herself getting up of the bed.
*`*
—Louis! Your mother its going to arrive at any moment and you have the breakfast ready in the kitchen, please! —shouted his father from the kitchen.
—Morning to you too, dad. —Said going downstairs.
—oh son, you know how nervous I am whenever you leave, Did you finished your case?
—Yes, I do not think I need so many clothes, probably Jay bought me loads of it, like ever, you know.
—Okay, don't be rude with your mum, please, don't mistreat her, don't be so hard, okay, you're old, Behave at your age, you know she have a lot of work.
—Then I don't get why I can't stay here.
—Darling, I have to go to Germany, you know it. —Said it hugging him.
—well, Im not going to be so hard, just for you. —Smiled to his father and begun to eat.
*`*
—Katy, We'll miss ya! —Said her best friend quite far while she was at the security check.
She turned around smiling. «Im not leaving for a year, just a month, what a sadness goodbye» she thought.
—Me too! —Katy Shouted back.
Her mother was crying with his little brother in arms and next to them, her cousin and best friend waved their hands.
—London, here we go! —Said with her biggest smile sitting in his tiny tiny seat.
A boy, seated behind heard her and chuckled, so Kate turned and he was staring at her, without a shame.
—Sorry? —Said a little annoyed.
—Sorry if I bothered you but that was just funny. —He felt a little embarrassed and tried to fix it. —It looks like you're looking forward to arrive at London right?
—Do not worry, and yes, a lot. —She smiled and seated properly again.
*`*
—Hi honey, sorry for getting late, there was a traffic jam, you know, everybody's going to leave this place for holidays.
—Don't worry mum. —Said calmly packing his bags and his guitar on the boot.
When they was in the car for maybe 30 minutes of journey and both of them were quiet, just because they never did know what to talk about, his mum decided to break the silence with something that she knew he would like.
—So finally you learned to play guitar.
—Yes! —Said enthusiastically. —Dad bought it and thanks to a friend who taught me I've already play it very well.
—Oh, you'll play something for me at home?
—Of course, how are my little girls?
Louis felt so bad for being cold with his mum but … it was Christmas time so he thought about forgiving her for everything she did in the past, so he decided to keep talking with her, and maybe after that holidays he can go home trusting in his mother again.
—So good actually. They’ve been the whole week looking forward to see you, they miss you, you don't know how.. —Said Jay so sadly.
—Yes, I know because I miss them a lot too. I'm so excited to see them.
—You know you can stay with them and me too wherever you want.
—I know, but now things are good in this way. —Said rudely
—Lou, you know that…—His mother said trying to apologize.
—Yes, I know that you're sorry, yes mum but I need some time Okay, you have to respect me.
—I get it son, I just wanted you to know. —She returned to stare at the road.
They arrived at London at lunch time and his sisters were waiting impatiently.
—Lou!!! —Shouted the 4 little girls running to him when he went down to the car, they fought for hug him.
The two older let the twins hug him first so he opened his arms and took up them.
—My little ladies!! Here they are! I missed you so much, girls.
—We too Lou, where's daddy? —Said Daisy so nervous.
The two little twins didn't know already that his father won't come back, and that beautiful moment turned so difficult to Louis.
The two older girls stared at Louis and to their mother, he did it too.
—look Daisy, dad have another house right now, you know he's always busy with his job. —And he went down to their height.
—Well, at least you're here. —Said Lottie going to him.
—Oh Lottie, dear, you grew up so much. —He hugged his sister with all of his strength.
—Yes, we all grew a lot and you doesn’t.
—You know Fizzie, your brother is petter pan, deal with it. —Between laughs he hugged to his other sister.
*`*
Kate landed 2 hours later of take the flight in Madrid but because of the hour less in London, She arrived at 10 in the morning.
When she took her luggage she went to the exit of the Terminal where his father were supposed to be waiting.
11:00
12:00
Time went by and there was she, smoking a cigarrete, resting on his bags. His father neither get the calls so she became to be impatient.
She turned off a ciggarrete and lighted up another one.
A voice of a boy began to talk to him in English but even though the voice sounded familiar to her.
—You must not smoke so much or you're going to suffer .
She turned around and there he was, the same cute, young and blond boy who was seated behind her on the flight.
That boy who began to laugh when she was excited to arrive.
—Oh, come on, its you again. —Said trying to not smile because after all she was glad of not being alone.
—Looking forward to come for what? To smoke like there's no tomorrow? —And he began to laugh, searching something in his bag.
—Not really, but you're right, I'm smoking a lot. —She, downcast turned off his cigarette.
—Are you waiting for someone?
—Yes, but I think he's never coming.
—If its any consolation I've been waiting for two hours for my luggage to come, it looks like I look like a drug addict or something.
—Well, you look like one.
—Thaks, it's a relief to hear it, I don't think my mum laughed to hear it, ha. —Said smiling.
That boy seemed like he doesn’t have to do anything, so the next hour still waiting with kate, like her, resting on his bag, enjoying that awful characteristic weather of London, but it looks like both of them really loved it.
—Here's my father, at least!
—oh cool! Enjoy of London this Christmas... —Tried to say his name but he realized that they even introduced themselves.
—Kate, I'm Kate. We didn’t introduce ourselves.
—Great, Kate I'm Niall, I hope to see you here or Madrid, who knows!
—Nice to meet you Niall, I'm dying of curiosity Niall, why you talked to me in Spanish and now you're talking English?
He laughed first. —We have to adapt to wherever we go, right? Then except you're in China and I think that’s a difficult language so in that case, don’t try to be adapted.
She became to laugh.
—Sorry, I didn't want to keep you here, your dad's waiting.
—Don't worry Niall, I've been waiting him for hours! Do you want to come with me? My dad will take you wherever you want.
—Really?
—Yes, come on, You've been waiting with me, I owe you!
—Then okay, Thanks!
*`*
At least they entered to have lunch at home and Louis he didn’t stop touching his mobile phone in the whole lunch.
—Darling, we're eating, you can use it later.
—Mum, I'm just telling dad we're here okay, please don't start.
—Okay, then finish your lunch baby and tell your dad later.
—Okay, you know? I actually finish. —He push his plate and go upstairs, quite angry.
He went to his bedroom which wasn’t his bedroom, just a room with some posters of things he likes, things his mother have of when he was a kid but, he didn't feel at home.
Half hour later, he still angry, he didn't want to respect some rules he didn't like so he went downstairs with his ball and left the house.
In the last moment he said goodbye just to him sisters.
—Girls Im going for a while, see you.
Jay was quite sad…. He had to respect the decision of his son but he can't be happy knowing she lost his son.
Lou went running to the football field where Liam was waiting at.
He obviously was talking about meeting with Liam by the phone, not his father.
Liam was a great friend of Lou since they were just a little kids, Liam lives in London but he goes every single summer to the village where Louis lives and their families are very close.
—Liam! —He hugged his friend.
—At least you let the city of London see you!
—I only came for my father so.. Im not so happy. —Smiled to his friend.
—Well, Im glad you're here, Lou, I wanted to hit you at football.
*`*
—Where do you want us to leave you, Niall?
—Well, wherever you want, I'm not going to an exact place right now.
—You're not going home? —Said Kate surprised, Niall looked so little to going alone around London.
—Hmmm, Yes! I've got home but I don't want to go right now, you know, I prefer to walk and its not so far from here so Stop here if you want, yes here's perfect—He said nervously looking at the streets
—Im going to help him with the bags. —Told Kate.
In the back of the car they both smiled and they were supposed to say goodbye but.
—Hey Kate.
—Niall?
They both took at the same time and that made them laugh.
—yes, Kate. —Said looking at her again.
—If you want to give me your number to see you and maybe meet to drink something some day or whatever, you know, my dad doesn't talk so much so I'm going to be a little bit bored.
—Yes, well, I would give it to you with all of my heart but I can't because I don't have one, Yes I know how strange it is, in the 21st century but yes, sorry Kate, Im sure I'll see you soon.
—Okay don't worry then, What was you were saying?
—Nothing, just thank you and so nice to meet you.
—Me too Niall, take care.
—Bye Kate.
OMG. You should totally fill this prompt by tumblr user Larrytweets. i need an AU where harry goes on a lot of blind dates and his dates skip out early because he will not shut up about useless things and he usually ends up having dinners alone.. but he gives blind dating ONE more try (’harry just try this out! he’s in my history class, he’s a cool guy’), and it’s louis. and louis is hard of hearing (and wears hearing aids) and finds harry so (c)
(C) endearing and lovely and tells him that when his blind dates go bad instead of skipping out, he takes his hearing aids out but with harry he wants to make the volume higher because his voice is just so lovely I just thought of you and like yeah. You should do it when you have time :)
this is really cute but i dont take prompts anymore :/
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