#lot 2022

[chocostyles]

okay so when i went to LOT i couldn’t get a tote bag bc i already spend all my money in two shirts and a sweatshirt so i bought one from vinted (it’s from 2022 but it doesn’t matter bc i went to the show in madrid in 2022 too) and it just arrived. IT IS SO BIG OMG I DONT REMEMBER THEM BEING LIKE THIS.

idk if you can see it in the photo but it’s very big

[puftpasstea]

Brazil

A/N: another satellite blurb cuz….well, the photo. warnings: smut. It’s basically just smut. Some Dom!harry ———

Harry quirked his eyebrows, smiling mischievously as our eyes met in the full length mirror in front of him. It was a small moment of private, telepathic communication between us, in the middle of the pre-show rush backstage. We were surrounded by crew members left and right, so there wasn’t much that I could do or say, but the look in his eyes, and the smile he was giving me, were more than enough to let me know that he could tell exactly what I was thinking as I watched him get dressed. I felt my cheeks grow hot, and red, with recognition. In a split second, our non-verbal exchange was interrupted. I blinked, and Harry was surrounded by people fixing his hair, touching up his outfit, Anthony’s camera lens inching closer to capture those moments. Whatever moment we’d just shared had definitely passed. I stood up, leaving the comfort of the cream colored couch that allowed me to be a fly on the wall, and simply watch, as everyone scrambled to get ready for the show, and went to check in on the band. Mostly in an effort to redirect the filthy thoughts that had already festered in my brain at the sight of Harry with his pants slipping down his waist.

“hey,” I greeted Sarah and immediately made myself useful, helping her zip up her dress from behind. Everyone else seemed ready, checking in with their instrument techs to make sure the stage was set up, awaiting the countdown to showtime. I plopped myself into the empty hair and makeup chair and pulled out my phone, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. The air was sucked out of my lungs when, unexpectedly, I came across a photo Harry had just posted, a mere few minutes ago. What a sneak! He knew exactly what he was doing. His sequin pants hanging off his legs, his black Calvin Kline briefs hugging his thighs above his very clear tan line, and, of course, the “Brasil!” Tattoo that he’d cheekily teased people with the previous show, on clear display. He’d done this on purpose. Any hopes I might have had of banishing my inappropriate thoughts were promptly squashed by Harry’s brazenness. A tingle rushed down my spine, and I might have even felt my thighs squeeze together ever so slightly. Fuck it. I rushed out of my chair to go find Harry.

I was too late. He was sipping on some water as various crew members asked for his confirmation on the final details. I stood in the doorway, waiting for his eyes to catch mine, so I could subtly signal to him to meet me in his dressing room, or something, but the disembodied voice on the speakers announced that he needed to head to the main stage. Fuck. It was gonna be a long show. ———

“Hi baby,” Harry greeted me in the hall, panting as he jogged through, the light bouncing off the yellow and pink sequins of his clothes and giving him a dreamy glow. He was a sweaty (sexy) mess. Someone appeared behind him congratulating him on the show and handing him a towel. “Thanks.” Harry nodded before turning back to me. “So, how was the show?”

I was in no mood for small-talk. I grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him straight into the dressing room and locking the door. “it was that good?” Harry laughed, his breathing still slightly heavy. i shut him up with a desperate kiss, crashing our lips together harshly, and pushing him up against the door. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut instantly. My hands felt around his shoulders, pushing the jacket off of him to reveal his upper body. His naked torso glistening with sweat, his taught arms wrapping around me, my hands eventually finding his curls; we stayed like that for a moment, simply kissing.

I couldn’t wait any longer. My lips began to travel down his salty, sweat covered skin. From his jawline, to the crook of his neck, his shoulder blades, and eventually his chest. Harry moaned, resting his head back against the door, and looking down at me with hooded eyes. “What’s got you so- fuck- so eager?”

I couldn’t believe his smugness. “Seriously?” I looked up at him in between kisses. “You post that slutty photo online,” I bent my legs slightly, sliding down his body to kiss on his stomach, “right before the show,” I bit at his skin, causing him to jolt in surprise, “and you have the nerve to ask me what’s making me so eager?”

Harry’s chuckle was interrupted by my trembling fingers fiddling with his pants. I let them drop and pool at his ankles as I sunk to my knees to be at eye level with his crotch. The black briefs, the tan line, the Brazil tattoo. Finally.

A sharp pain in my scalp disrupted my trance. Harry’s fist had grabbed my hair and twisted it into a hold. “Did you forget who you’re talking to, little one? Hmm?”

I opened my mouth to respond but no words came out. Instead, a pathetic squeak. “no permission to touch, you call me ‘slutty,’ when you’re the one who can’t control herself.” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, and shook his head. “Bad girl.”

My eyebrows furrowed, looking up at him through my lashes as I struggled to control the desperate pout of my lips.

“what do you say?” Harry sharply reminded me, as his tight grip on my hair pulled harder to raise my gaze towards his. “p-please?”

his free hand slapped me across the face, knocking the wind out of me.

“please what?”

“please sir?”

Harry smiled in satisfaction. “On your feet, c’mon.” His hand remained firmly in my hair as he got out of his pants, using it as a handle to pull me across the room. I winced and struggled to keep up with him as he got us to the couch.

he sat down on the couch, but, when I went to join him, he pulled me down to my knees. “You stay there. Didn’t say you could sit.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“You’ve been very impatient. Don’t think you deserve my cock…don’t whine. You know it’s true. But since I’m a nice person, I’m gonna take pity on you and let you cum, anyway.”

I failed to hide the smile that immediately formed on my face. “oh wipe that smile off y’face darlin.’ I’m not that nice. You wanna come so bad you’re gonna have to do it yourself. Ridin’ my thigh.”

I felt myself blush with excitement and embarrassment. Harry reached over and hiked up my dress, pulling my underwear harshly and shaking his head at the damp spot on the fabric. “What a whore.”

My eyes darted to the floor, unable to look at him. “c’mon, now. Let’s get this over with.” He patted his tattooed thigh.

I stood up, awkwardly straddling his leg and gasping softly at the contact between his skin and my wet folds. “Fuck.”

Harry’s finger quickly found my clit, rubbing it to the rhythm of my movements, and he had me moaning out his name in no time. “Does that feel good, honey?” He smiled. I nodded repeatedly, as if my moans weren’t enough of an indication.

“Use your words, darlin,’ let me hear you say it.”

“feels- so- good, sir.”

“good girl.” Harry grabbed my hands, wrapping them around his neck. “Hold on tight.” He whispered in my ear, bouncing his leg and upping the friction on my clit. “fuckkkk, sir, I- ahhhh- I’m gonna-“

“what is it, my love? Hmm?”

I wish I could say his condescension didn’t make things hotter, but I’d be lying if I did.

“May I- ah- may I please cum, sir?”

“tell me how much you want it, baby.”

I was too turned on to be embarrassed. “So, so much, sir. Please, sir, please.”

“Go on, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

the words were hardly out of his lips before I felt the wave crash through me, shaking me from head to toe as I screamed out his name.

my body fell limp against his, my face buried in the side of his neck as I trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me. “thank you, sir” I mumbled, weakly, against his skin.

Harry kissed my forehead, cheek, and shoulders gently whispering “I love you.” In my ears.

[awesomefringey]

So Harry wears a bodysuit huh?! 🥲

[hstylestuff]

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I DON'T make wallpapers, this is just a special for Love On Tour

[styleslookbook]

For Harryween 2022, Harry dressed up as Danny Zuko from Grease. The custom Gucci costume features a leather jacket with ‘H🍓ween’ applique on the back, a sleeveless top with ‘Harryween’ on the back and black jeans. The look was completed with white socks, black lace up shoes and a pair of sunglasses. Photos by janewallin. 

Custom Gucci Danny Zuko costume 

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

My Superstar, Fuss-Pot

Harry get's a little cold after deciding to sing in the rain and Y/N is taking care of him and his medicine makes him drowsy and he just starts confessing too many lovey-dovey things.

WC:1.9k

Warnings: None

PC: A screenshot of a vide shared by @stylesnews

Just like every other person at the show the night prior, Y/N was cheering Harry on but from the safety of the side of the stage. She was given a poncho by some of the tour crew, so she had not been drenched as he and many fans had been, but it was still incredible to witness that moment. Harry had always been a "the show must go on" kind of guy, sometimes to his detriment, Y/N thinks, but this was just too special of a moment and it wouldn't have been the same if he had hidden under the roof of the stage and not roughed it with his adoring fans for the last show. She was very proud of him.

When the show ended his clothes were still wet and his hair a bit damp and because it was the full blown summer time the dressing room areas were freezing cold because the AC was blasting to keep it at a comfortable temperature. This time around, Harry took his time in saying his thanks to everyone before getting changed, he even pulled her along into his dressing room and kissed her until she was dizzy, asking her how the show had gone and what she thought about how everything played out. She could feel his skin was iced over but with the adrenaline flowing through his veins he didn't even feel it and soon enough they were back in their hotel room and taking a very hot shower together as he was trembling when they got back. Soon enough. they were in bed and dozing off very quickly.

******

It was the coughing that had woken Y/N as Harry sat up quickly and she yawned but reached up his back, tapping at his bare skin thinking he had choked on his saliva or something.

"Fuck...my head." he groaned in a very deep and hoarse voice before he let himself fall back into the pillow heavily and she frowned.

"Oh honey, do you need Tylenol or something?" she asked him and he sighed.

"No, it's congestion." he sighed, "There's so much pressure in my sinuses and my throat feels like it's on fire." he whispered before bringing his forearm over his eyes.

"Shit baby, I know it was a little humid after the shower last night but we shouldn't have turned on the AC." she pouted, "I'm gonna order in some tea for you and see if someone can take me to pick up some medicine for you, OK?" she said as she started shifting out of the covers.

"Wait, no. Baby, don't leave me just send someone." he rasped out as his hand grabbed her arm and she pouted softly at him, "Stay and cuddle me."

"Alright, honey. Just gonna grab my phone to call Tom." she said and he released her and she hurried out of the bed and went over to the desk in the corner of the room where both of their phones were. His eyes followed her movements, she was in one of his t-shirts and her panties, it was his favorite look on her. She soon started heading off and he frowned.

"Hey, you said you weren't leaving!" she heard him call out and then start coughing again and she sighed upon hearing this.

"Just going pee!" she called back, "And don't shout, you'll hurt that lovely voice of yours!" she warned. While in there she washed her face and brushed her teeth and put on her moisturizer before heading back in the bed.

"Just going pee? Liar." he mumbled, his forearm was over his face again and she giggled lowly.

"You're being a theatrical baby, honey." she said sweetly as she leaned over and kissed the top of his arm.

"Course I am, m'a superstar and your baby." he hummed back and she grinned.

"OK, you superstar, fuss-pot want me to cuddle you or not?"

"Yes." he mumbled and she propped up her pillows a bit and settled in before he rolled over and curled into her side. His head was now resting over her chest and he hummed as he nuzzled against her boobs a la Matthew McConaughey in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

"Honey, stop." she giggled as she gently patted at his hair, "Gonna call Tom here in a sec." she said as she scrolled through her contacts and he sniffled as she pressed the phone to her ear, "Better not drip any of your snots on me." she teased quietly as her free hand weaved through his hair and he scoffed, with his eyes closed.

"You'd be so fucking lucky." he mumbled and she started to chuckle.

"Yeah?" she heard Tom's groggy morning voice over the phone.

"Tom, sorry to wake you up, dude. Harry's sick-" she said and Harry could barely hear whatever Tom was saying, "Yeah, I know...we fell asleep with the AC on too after having a hot shower...I know, luckily. But yeah, if we can have someone bring over some medicine for him that'd be great." she spoke sweetly, "Yeah, I was gonna go but you know how he gets." she said more quietly and he furrowed his brows upon hearing this and pinched at her waist which made her shriek, "Ow! He pinched me!" she giggled into the phone, "I can't quite move, but can you also have them send up some chamomile and honey tea for him? Thank you." she hummed, "Yeah, I'll be up they can just knock. Thanks, Tom. Bye." she said and hung up. Now, both of her hands were on him, one playing with his hair and the other came down to caress his arm that was draped over her hip. She heard him sniffle again before he groaned and kissed at the slope of her right boob.

"Please keep going, feel good, gonna put me right back to sleep." he mumbled against her and she smiled.

"OK, honey. Just rest up." she spoke softly and he hummed. When Harry woke up again it was because Y/N was sliding out from beneath him. She looked down to see his features etched down into a deep frown, "S'alright, honey. Your tea's here, just gonna grab it."

"K." he sighed and soon she was heading back and she had a white paper bag in one hand and cup of tea in the other.

"They brought up your medicine too, need you to sit up for a second." she said and he groaned but pushed himself up to sit.

"Need to have a wee anyway." he murmured and slowly made his way to the bathroom. When he returned he had washed up a bit and brushed his teeth. Y/N had set out the pill for him to take and he grabbed it and tossed it back before taking a slow sip of his tea and he then slipped back into bed, moving around to once again lay as he had been, "Put on a film, yeah?" he asked lowly and she nodded, "But from the ones you have." he said and she smiled.

"OK, hang on..." she strained as she reached for the remote on the bedside table on her side, she was kind of laying in the middle now. Despite hearing her slight struggle he didn't move an inch and she smiled, he was such a baby when he was sick, but it only made her want to take good care of him, "What are we watching?"

"Mmmm...you have Submarine right?"

"Yeah." she responded.

"That one. Look at Oliver Tate and then come tell me I'm a fuss-pot." he grumbled and she giggled which made him laugh softly as well until he started coughing again and she sighed.

"Oh H. M'sorry you're feeling sick. Hope the meds kick in soon." she said and he hummed. She started casting to the TV from her phone and he was just listening because his face was nuzzled up against her body. She smelled like her and a little mix of his cologne as well and she was warm and soft and the way she was being so loving towards him made him want to just latch onto her until he was fully healed.

They were both quiet for a bit, well besides his occasional coughs and sniffles. Around the 20-minute mark she raked her fingers through his hair and he hummed.

"Is the medicine helping?" she asked softly and he just nodded.

"M'dozing off. Might dribble on you." he slurred a bit and she giggled.

"S'alright. Love you, just get some rest." she whispered.

"Baby?"

"Yes?"

"I love you so much. When we get married-" he said and her entire skin broke out in goosebumps as he said this, "promise I won't let the spark die like the Tate's." he slurred slightly and she knew that he was just speaking out of his ass, the medicine was probably making him drowsy and loose-lipped, "Gonna show you every day that you made the right choice by being with me." he mumbled and she smiled.

"I already feel that way, H." she assured.

"Yeah, but being married s'different. S'more." he yawned, "It means you come first. We come first. Over everything else." he explained and she furrowed her brows a bit.

"OK, but what about everything else?"

"It'll be there when we've finished our year long honeymoon." he mumbled and she laughed softly.

"A year long, huh?"

"Yeah, in Italy. S'already decided."

"OK, honey." she smiled.

"We can wait a little bit more after that before I try and get you pregnant. Like being daddy, but not quite ready to be an actual dad, y'know?" he slurred.

"Oh my god..." her body shook as she laughed under his weight.

"What did I say?"

"Nothing, H. You're just being silly is all." she assured and kissed the top of his head.

"Me telling you everything I've thought about our future together is silly?" he asked sadly and she sighed.

"No, honey, but you are kind of drugged up so I also know to take this very lightly." she explained and he frowned.

"Well don't do that." he mumbled sleepily, his eyes were growing heavier by the second, "I love you so much. M'in this with you for the long haul, even have your ring ready." he slurred and suddenly her smile dropped, this was news to her. They had talked about marriage before but she wasn't expecting to hear something like that at this juncture. They'd only been together a year and a half. Was what too soon?

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah, but don't tell Y/N. S'a surprise." he barely got out as she felt his body fully relax against her own.

Y/N felt tears brimming her eyes and she just hugged him tight and kissed the top of his head as her heart beat hard with excitement. She loved him so much and she too had allowed her mind to wander to what their future could be like if they chose to be more. She couldn't wait for that day. With a smile on her face she got a little more comfortable and leaned her cheek into his head and sighed with a little smile.

"God, you've got my whole fucking heart my superstar, fuss-pot." she hummed.

Read "Halftime" - a very smutty one shot about Y/N being needy for Harry but he's a little bit preoccupied with the Brazil vs South Korea world cup match.

[moonlight-fern]

Love on Tour - Madrid via Moonlight-Fern

[ladychlo]