#shape me

[ao3feed-larry]

Girl you can bend me, shape me, make me (What ever it takes to please you I'm willing to do)

by enbyharry

“What are you up to, you rapscallion?” Harry says, but he’s grinding his hips back in interest.

“Ooh, rapscallion. That’s a fun one.” Louis laughs. “I was just thinking it’s been a few weeks.” He’s sneaking his hand into Harry’s shirt, cupping his chest which has just recently began to grow soft and full to prepare for lactation. “Then that made me think some more — I know, hold your applause — and I realized it’s actually been even longer since I’ve had you inside me.”

The last time Harry fucked Louis, their baby was no bigger than a kiwi and Harry had the tiniest swell below his navel. Now he’s closing out his seventh month and his ever growing tummy is protruding so much that Louis has to stand on his tiptoes to lean over the baby when he kisses Harry goodbye before he’s off to work.

“Hmm, is that so?”

Louis nods, the scrape of his beard causing Harry to shudder underneath him.

“And what makes you think I don’t want to get fucked tonight?”

Louis nibbles at his earlobe while he squeezes at Harry’s breasts. “Because you never pass up a chance to get at my ass.”

Harry rolls over onto his back and grabs Louis’ ass. “Well, you do have a pretty great ass.”

Words: 3504, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Mpreg, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Riding, Bottom Louis, Top Harry, Pregnant Sex, Nipple Play, Lactation Kink, Pregnant Harry, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink

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[ao3feed-larry]

bend me, shape me

by Awriterwrites, jackstylinson, lululawrence

“You forgot something, didn’t you, darling?” Louis didn’t bother to look at Harry, but his voice said everything Harry was sure he’d see in his eyes if he did. There was an undercurrent of teasing, but a sort of condescending agitation that Harry was, unfortunately, very familiar with.

Shit. He’d forgotten something.

“Were we supposed to go somewhere?”

Louis didn’t answer — he just ran his thumb over the head of his fully hard cock and groaned, the sound of it going straight to Harry’s groin. “Um. It’s not your birthday…” Harry was wracking his brain. “Our anniversary is May 10th. Um…”

“Our marriage anniversary is May 10th. Husband.” Louis was staring at him vehemently now. And, of course. Of course that was what it was. An anniversary.

****

Harry forgets an anniversary. Louis helps him remember.

Words: 4181, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Nothing says I love you like the gift of smut, so we've packed A LOT of smut in here, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Rimming, Riding, Wall Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anniversary, Forgetfulness, it's hard to keep track sometimes, especially with someone as sentimental as louis, but harry manages, boy does he manage, a little R&R, and WS, all your faves in one fic

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' http://ift.tt/2mgc1ln

[blessedanddedicated]

Hello, your last anon has inspired me. I’m nice too! And I’ve been following your blog for ages now and really like your posts. I hope you answer my question too:

1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

Lol cheers to niceness 🥂🙌🏾 we like that! Thank you! 🥰🤗 I'm glad my rambles haven't scared you away 😂

So the three things for me I would say 1. Is my family, my parents, they shaped me to be caring, independent, worthy of self love, and just an overall good person, like kind to people, considerate, decent, which I love about them and about myself as well. My mother taught me how to spell 'beautiful' at a young age (it was my first "big word" I learned to spell as a kid) and I always remembered that and cherished it as something that I wanted to embody.

2. I was in a relationship in college, which turned out to be madness, but the biggest thing was after we split, he became a stalker, like legit stalker (none of this romanticized, fake cute shit that ppl like to joke about, real deal) so that single handedly changed how I view the world, safety, security, protection, online safety, all of it. It just made me very aware that people are watching us more than we realize and I just do things and move in a certain way to ensure my safety and peace. I've noticed this more recently because a lot of what I do as far as safety is so automatic at this point, but I reflected the other day and realized that it all stemmed from there.

3. Lastly, I would say a combo of my willingness, joy, and desire from trying new things, alllllll new things, along with my joy of people watching and understanding human nature. The combo of these things has made me who I am in the sense that I enjoy trying so many different things because it expands how you view the world but also it brings you closer to other people as well, simply through those experiences. So I enjoy getting to know people, understanding things that are important to them/they enjoy, embracing new cultures and ideas, new dances, new customs art, all of it. It has shaped me by allowing me to appreciate so many different things that it's allowed me to be open minded to sooooo many different viewpoints.

(I tried to fit two into one since it was hard finding only 3 things lmao)

Ok I think that's all folks. I like that question. Thank you for it beautiful anon, it made me really sit and reflect, appreciate it 🤗🥰

[prendre-le-temps-de-rever]

“Shape me into what you need to see”

[darknesshayz]

Not my usual music genre, but this song 😍. I discovered it via a advert on Instagram.

[astrorevival]

[delossye]

Shape Me

I was empty

Filled with vacancy

A blank canvas

Awaiting the taste of

fresh paint

You filled me up

Flooding my space

Grabbed your paint brush

And painted a heart

So that I could love