Life is all about being really scared and wasting your youth

YOU, IN EVERY COLOR | 38k | E

But then he thinks of the soft curves and sharp angles he had imagined when he first drew up the sketches for the collection, the specific green of fabric he had picked with the thought of how they’d saturate green eyes, the glossy silks and soft velvets he had once pictured sitting delicately against milky skin. “We’re drunk,” Louis decides on a sigh. “We shouldn’t make any drastic decisions now.”

in which fashion designer louis and his model boyfriend harry have vowed to never work together again, but with the show for louis’ first solo line on the horizon, they decide to give it another shot.

Sorry I’ve been kinda lame lately! But I haven’t been feeling to well, so yea. I just wanted to give you all something sweet to look at! Bai! ♥

In-flight entertainment

Written by @lunarheslwt

“Louis,” Harry whined, desperation and plea colouring the single word. “I’ve got to pee.” “Hold it,” Louis said flatly. “W-what?” “There's just about…” Louis pointedly glanced at the mini screen in front of them, tapping on the “view journey” to look at their route details. “Forty minutes left, barely? Hold it.” Harry eyed the screen, and then at Louis who was staring back at him coolly. He let out a nervous chuckle. “I'm gonna piss myself.” Silence. The sound of the aeroplane engines that had become white noise was suddenly deafening. And then- “Do it.” Or, a flight is a rather inconvenient place to be when Harry is desperate to relieve himself, until the desperation gets turned into something exciting by Louis. Aka watersports ensues.

6k / E / PWP / Watersports / moodboard by me, all pictures belong to original creators and owners

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In-flight entertainment

Written by @lunarheslwt

“Louis,” Harry whined, desperation and plea colouring the single word. “I’ve got to pee.” “Hold it,” Louis said flatly. “W-what?” “There's just about…” Louis pointedly glanced at the mini screen in front of them, tapping on the “view journey” to look at their route details. “Forty minutes left, barely? Hold it.” Harry eyed the screen, and then at Louis who was staring back at him coolly. He let out a nervous chuckle. “I'm gonna piss myself.” Silence. The sound of the aeroplane engines that had become white noise was suddenly deafening. And then- “Do it.” Or, a flight is a rather inconvenient place to be when Harry is desperate to relieve himself, until the desperation gets turned into something exciting by Louis. Aka watersports ensues.

6k / E / PWP / Watersports / moodboard by me, all pictures belong to original creators and owners

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Welcome To Round 3 of the Watersports Fic Fest!!

Modded by @beelou

There will be no author sign-ups, so if you want to write for it go ahead! There's no pressure if you don't finish!

No word count requirements. Write a 500 word ficlet or a 50k piece about desperation. The sky is the limit on this!

This fest will not be anonymous so share all the snippets you'd like!

See the prompts here

Submit prompts here

Fics will be due in the collection by August 30th

Fics will be revealed all at once on September 2nd

Remember to stay hydrated, besties! 💦

@lunarheslwt tagged me to post a snippet so long ago but i’ve been gone so here’s a little NSFW snippet from fashion au featuring Bar Rescue sex lmao

His mouth falls open as he does, and Louis can’t help but reach out and touch him, letting his hands skate over his thighs, up his hips, under his shirt and across his chest, before making his way back down again. “Who knew Jon Taffer got you so hot?” he quips when Harry is halfway seated on his cock. Harry huffs out something bordering on a laugh and an exasperated sigh. “God, do you ever shut the fuck up?” He blinks his eyes open with damp eyelashes, his words holding little bite. Louis smirks around a laugh and bucks his hips up, using the grasp he has on Harry’s waist to pull him down on his cock until they’re flush together. Harry releases a jumble of curses. He topples forward, steadying himself with firm hands on Louis’ chest, rocking back and forth. His eyes fall shut, head tipping back. “Ohh, Jon Taffer,” he moans, his dimples giving him away immediately as he’s unable to mask his smugness. Louis releases a breathy snicker, pinching Harry’s thigh until he screeches. He maneuvers Harry’s long legs, planting his feet on the sofa. “Get on with it, you sicko,” he groans, thrusting up in small jolts.

of course no pressure but i’ll tag @28goldens and @bittersweetsin

I Want You Here With Me (Like How I Pictured It) by @enchantedlandcoffee

General Audiences | Long Distance Relationships | 345 words

"I just- Everyone was there and- and they were all happy and in love and I just- I needed to get out of there, Lou." Harry sniffled, wrapping his coat closer to himself as he trudged down the street. "It's not fair. It's not fair that they all get to be happy and in love and have their partners with them when I can't be with you." OR The one where Harry misses Louis

Read on AO3 here

Fuck You Better, Baby

Explicit ~ 12K

Written for @1dsongfest

When Harry is spotted at a bar with a mystery girl, Louis is determined to prove that he’s the only one who knows what Harry really needs. He’s in for a surprise, however, when Harry shows him which of them is actually the needy one…

Read it on AO3!

Pocket Louis for @tommos

Pocket Direction Series

also..

LOL

how many interviews did louis do when FITF was released, talking about the album? a lot. he even did an hour long sit down talking about his influences inspiration and process.

so you want me to believe here SEVENTEEN months later he sits down with some nobody self-proclaimed journo and pulls not one, not two but three never before mentioned influences for the album out of the hat ?! okay….

Teaser Thursday (or whatever it's meant to be)

I was tagged by the lovely @allwaswell16 and @itsnotreal soooo here's an nsfw snippet from my watersports fic!

“Keep still, Harry.”

“I’m trying.”

The words he had huffed out in frustration had him blanching as soon as they left his lips, and he looked at Louis with wide eyes, noting the firm set to his jaw. Involuntarily, it made his dick twitch.

“Are you, pet?”

Harry swallowed, throat eerily dry.

“Because you’re drawing attention to yourself.” He wasn’t. He knew he wasn’t. Yet the mere suggestion of it was enough to make him flush all over. He couldn’t say anything, head reeling at the idea of people around him observing him in all his wanton restlessness.

Louis raised a brow at him sharply. “Perhaps, that’s what you’re hoping for, hmm?”

Harry bit his lip, wrapping his legs around each other, Louis’ silken words bringing both his arousal and desperation even more to the forefront.

“Do you wish people would know why you can’t sit still? Do you like the idea of having all eyes on you as you try not to piss yourself, hmm?”

Harry groaned weakly, one of his own hands covering Louis’, affected, as he got out a shaky, “N-no.”

Louis hummed. “So you say…but,” he trailed off, inching his hand up Harry’s thigh and making his breath hitch, “your body tells me different.”

Uhmmm idk who's done it so far but tagging: @larry-hiatus @blueskiesrry @beelou @harruandlou

Fic Snippet

Thank you @srldesigns6277 for tagging me (and a bunch of others I’m sure have tagged me when I was in a writers drought)

This is something I’ve been writing on and off for the past year? I picked it up again a few days ago and it’s got a pretty solid outline! It just needs to be written😅 we all know how that goes (it sometimes doesn’t)

“Hey, so I have Paul covering for you next week so make sure you get with—.”

Louis almost flinched as his supervisor, David, spoke. He’d been holed up alone in the office since lunch so the sound of another person's voice snapped him out of the tortuous thoughts that he couldn’t get out of his head.

“Wait. What’s next week?”

“Your trip?” David pulled his phone out, swiped to their work calendar. “Five days in the Maldives. Do you not need the time off anymore?”

Louis stared off at the wall for a moment. Fuck. He’d forgotten. How could he have forgotten? His eyes found the date on his computer. Shit, fucking balls. The plane left in two days and he hadn’t so much as packed, let alone found someone to watch Clifford. Plus, he needed to clean up before he left. He hated coming back to a dirty house.

“I can see something forming in your eyes. Kind of freaky. I don’t know how you could forget a trip to the Maldives.”

Louis snorted. He’d tried to forget a lot over the past few months even though his therapist told him to do otherwise. “It’s ‘cause you’re working me too hard.” He settled on with a teasing lilt.

I don’t know who’s already been tagged/who is writing…. but I’ll tag @greeneyesfriedrice @tommokat @hellolovers13 @redpantslouis @allwaswell16 @softfonds @lunarheslwt @haztobegood and if you’re reading this post a snippet of your fic 😠 and tag me so I can see it

hii thank u for the tag @srldesigns6277 !! i haven’t done a tag in a while cos sometimes they make me anxious lmao. anyways fk it! here’s a snippet detailing my love of writing fat paragraphs about how beautiful louis is 🫡 its from my angsty travel au / soulmate implied au / there’s a lot going on too much to explain au

His eyes become helplessly stuck on the way Louis' cheeks run a permanent red against his tan skin, how his eyes squeeze together and form their own smile as Mathilde attempts an impersonation of Harry or someone they'd come across on their travels. It's hard to tear his eyes away from him when he looks the way he does and when even the nature around him works to make him impossibly more beautiful than he is. It's the way the wind whispers around his soft, feathered hair, gently commanding it to fall into his eyes, his fingers self-consciously brushing it to the side as he animatedly replies to something Mathilde has said. The white linen shirt and how, under the soft lighting, it gives him a glow that Harry can only liken to what an angel from heaven might look like. It's the simple, inconsequential things such as the way his shirt falls against his chest, three buttons undone, where Harry can see the tan hollow of his throat, the grace and beauty of his clavicular bone carved into him like an engrained crown at the crux of his being. Harry has thought about it plenty of times, but he believes it again, stronger, and more concretely, as he watches Mathilde and him get to know each other. Louis is a beauty not made for this world, a cosmic star so beautiful in his own right that Harry must forgive himself for how he looks at him, for it's only natural to do so.

i tag @enchantedlandcoffee, @thechavier, @louisandtheaquarian, @lunarheslwt, @larry-hiatus, @refusethyname28 and @airportlouis… as usual no pressure 💕