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Louis signing a fan’s arm! (17 May 2023)

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INTERVIEW: Lottie Tomlinson: we lost our mum and sister. Louis saved me

At the age of 20, the sister of One Direction singer Louis had already lost her mother, Johannah, and sister Félicité. Now 25, the social media star has written a book about how they coped

Alice Thomson | Tuesday July 23 2024, 5.00pm BST, The Times

Losing Mum was so hard. I was only a teenager but at least I knew that her death was a possibility, even though she didn’t accept it. She was 47 and had cancer. But when my sister died three years later, I was on this hotel balcony in Bali and I was screaming, ‘No, my baby sister, no.’ The pain was indescribable. I kept thinking, ‘Why me? This can’t be happening again. When is this going to end?’ ”

We are sitting on Lottie Tomlinson’s immaculate white sofa in her pristine white house in Chislehurst, southeast London, where she is curled up in tiny shorts with a perfect tan and impeccably applied make-up. But her French manicured nails are digging so hard into the sofa I think they might snap, the heart tattoo on her minuscule wrist is throbbing and her eyelashes are clogged with tears.

Her life sounds blessed. The influencer has 4.8 million Instagram followers waiting for her to dispense advice on how to apply mascara; the fake tan brand, Tanologist, that she launched at 19 has gone global; and she has a devoted fiancé, Lewis Burton, who runs a luxury concierge business and whose former girlfriend was the late Caroline Flack. They have an adorable son called Lucky, who is dripping ice cream on her marble counters. Her new book is also called Lucky Girl; her older brother is Louis Tomlinson of One Direction and she was touring the world with the band as a make-up artist at 16.

But after her mother died when she was 18, Tomlinson was left looking after her younger sister and two sets of twin siblings, aged eight and two, while creating her businesses, and trying to process her grief. Her father had left their home in Doncaster years before after a battle with alcohol. “Dad had a drinking problem. We’d see glimpses of his good side but he let us down,” she says. “I ended up trying to take care of him rather than the other way round.”

When her mother died, life felt bleak, “I lost the one person who loved me unconditionally, and then when my sister Fizz [Félicité] died of an accidental overdose, I thought I could never be happy again,” she says. “I found the lead-up to Mother’s Day devastating without my sister as well. It was a constant reminder that I was now different from my friends. In my dreams, my mum was still there; she was alive. I woke up feeling comforted, only to realise that she’d gone.”

Tomlinson, who is now 25 and a patron of the bereavement charity Sue Ryder, moves easily between telling you how to apply the best tan and how to talk about death. She cares passionately about both subjects and takes them equally seriously, worried that I’ve never tried a bronzer or used foundation before asking how I coped when my mother died during the pandemic. Her soft Yorkshire accent is both reassuring and no-nonsense.

Born near Doncaster, she was only two when Fizz was born and six when the first twins arrived. “I’ve always been the big sister — Fizz and I each got one and then more twins six years later.” While Louis had his own space, the girls all shared one room with bunk beds. “It was chaos, but my mum, Johannah, was a midwife and loved being pregnant and having so many babies,” she explains. “I used to be in awe of the way she could feed the twins at once, one on each hip. She would do the night shifts, while I held the fort at home.”

Within a few years, Tomlinson would be touring America, Asia and Europe, flying first class with Louis, part of the biggest boy band in the world, but until she was 15, the family had only ever gone to France once a year all packed into a seven-seater car, with her mother’s new partner, snacks laid out in the middle. They stayed in a caravan park. On a Sunday, a treat was to go to their mother’s hospital to see the babies.

While Louis just wanted to sing, play the guitar and listen to Oasis, the girls were obsessed with make-up. “From the age of 12, I struggled academically, but I loved cropped clothes and my mum’s highlighters and mascaras.” She learnt how to apply everything from YouTube tutorials, rather than doing algebra. “We didn’t have much money — we sometimes couldn’t afford to top up the electricity meter so used candles — but everything my mum earned she spent on us. We all looked immaculate — I remember her being horrified when I dyed my hair orange. So it was lovely later when we could treat her.”

Saturday nights were spent watching The X Factor. “My mother and brother kept applying; in 2010, he got in and the whole family went for the audition. We believed in him, but we never thought it would go that far.” One day the family were going to the live shows, the next the boy band was formed with Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan and Liam Payne. “He was 18. For my mum it was a big shock. It was all so sudden. The press and fans were in our front garden every day.”

The older twins had already made their first TV appearances — they sound like Doncaster’s Von Trapps. “My mother was gently pushy,” Tomlinson says, smiling at the thought. “When I didn’t get good enough GCSEs to stay at school, she sent me off to join Louis on tour as work experience. I was so scared. I remember her ringing up Lou [Teasdale], their hair and make-up artist, and saying, ‘Lottie has not got through to sixth form; she’s going to come and assist you.’ I was in the car going, ‘No, please don’t.’ But it ended up being the best thing that happened to me. I went for a week and stayed two years. Lou and I are still so close.”

Suddenly, the two eldest Tomlinson children were circling the world, eating room service and ducking the paparazzi hanging out of helicopters taking snaps. “At first Louis didn’t really want his little sister gate crashing his new rock-star life, but now it feels like the best time of our lives — we experienced that craziness together,” she says.

The teenage Tomlinson found it harder to cope with being photographed wherever she went. “I had some puppy fat which made me very self-aware, and the filler culture was coming in and I felt I had to look perfect.” She had her lips done first at 17. “Then I became addicted: cheek filler, jaw filler, more make-up, blonder hair, slimmer and more tanned. My mum thought I looked perfect, but I was always searching.”

Five years later, when she became pregnant with Lucky and her lips started to swell and crack, she realised she didn’t need the enhancements any more. “I had everything removed, the false eyelashes too. It was liberating.” She kept her boob job, however. “That was just enhancement,” she says laughing. “The rest radically changed the way I looked. My breasts also got huge when I was pregnant and it was a bit painful. But I still breastfed. I loved carrying my child. I felt fantastic even when I was sick and exhausted.”

She leans forward, wraps her bronzed arms around her stomach and whispers, “I am pregnant again. We don’t know yet if it’s a boy or girl. It’s only 13 weeks, so this is the first time I’ve said it publicly. I think I want a big family. I loved having Lucky but after a year I wanted to give him siblings.”

Tomlinson’s influencer career began once she established herself on tour. Soon everything she did, even dying her roots rainbow-coloured, went viral and fashion companies from Asos to Dior wanted in on it. “I was just going for it. I couldn’t believe the money I was making and spending — money I didn’t know existed as a child.”

Then suddenly her mum came home from holiday with flu. “She didn’t want to get out of bed. The doctors quite quickly told her she had leukaemia and she went straight to London for treatment. It all happened so fast. I remember being in London at work and getting a call from her partner — she couldn’t say the words herself, it was too hard for her.” The family were told it was treatable. “We kept so much hope.”

Her mother asked the family to keep her illness secret. “It was hard because you feel so isolated, but I understood. Louis was in the public eye and she didn’t want him questioned. She was determined to fight it and didn’t want everyone pitying her. My friends noticed I was acting differently for a few months. But I wanted to respect her wishes. It was her one request.”

She also dropped everything to go back to Doncaster to help her grandparents with the twins. “The younger ones were two and I wanted to keep everything as normal as possible. I can’t imagine what my mum was feeling leaving her kids to go to hospital.

“I would take them down and treasure seeing her — we tried to keep it light, no serious conversation. The only way Mum could cope was to keep it normal. Then, when the doctors said the transfusions hadn’t worked, she came home to die.”

Tomlinson tries to sound matter-of-fact. “We went to see her in hospital in Sheffield and the next morning we woke up and were told she had died. We felt numb. We didn’t know what to do with ourselves. Now I am involved with the Sue Ryder charity, I am surprised we were offered no support or counselling at all, from the GP, the teachers, the professionals. They all kept away.” Her nan and grandad picked up the pieces.

It’s not surprising she can’t remember the funeral. “I just remember getting really drunk to numb the pain. I couldn’t come to terms with it. I can’t even remember how we organised it. My instinct was to take over as the eldest girl and step into my mum’s shoes so that is what I did.” Meanwhile, her older brother, who was launching his solo career, ensured there was enough money. “He’s incredibly generous. We looked after each other.”

Tomlinson returned to London months later, after her grandmother said she needed to become a role model for her siblings. Her younger sister Fizz worried her most. “She was very academic — she got straight A’s without trying — but she always said she felt different. She was bottling her grief for so long; it was too much and made her turn to other things. I think Mum’s death destroyed her. Only my mum seemed to understand her. If she had been offered some help at the start, things might have been different.”

Meanwhile, Tomlinson’s self-tanning brand was soon being sold in Los Angeles, New York and Australia, while her own fanbase grew; she hardly ever needed to pay for drinks, meals or holidays. However, she finds the term influencer obnoxious. “I don’t want to act like I tell people what to do. I am more of a content creator,” she explains. “I get paid by brands to create content for their clothes or beauty products and promote that to my followers. I also wanted my own business. I was quite aware that, at the end of the day, I was just working with an app. That’s why I started Tanologist with my business partner. I was always using tanning treatments that would end up turning my sheets orange and my face would break out in spots — this is more natural.”

Louis was also forging his career as a solo artist, eventually creating the song Two of Us about his mother’s death. “We were always so proud of Louis and what he was doing. We were not going to match up to being a global superstar, but we didn’t want to — ‘successful’ looks different for everyone,” she says.

But her sister Fizz was slipping and struggling. “She was old enough to do what she wanted at 19; she was partying and taking stuff to numb everything. She did go into rehab but to me it didn’t feel like an addiction problem, but a way to blank out her grief.” When Tomlinson was invited to Bali, she asked Fizz whether she wanted her to stay behind. “She said she was OK, and then it happened while I was away,” she says. (Fizz accidentally overdosed on cocaine, an anxiety drug and painkillers, her inquest found.) “Louis called me…” She stops talking.

The shock of a second death must have been devastating. She doesn’t speak for a minute while she twists her huge diamond engagement ring. “We weren’t mentally prepared,” she eventually says. “I can’t even remember if the two funerals were in the same church. I think grief has affected my memory a lot and that’s quite common. Grief is such a powerful emotion; it takes up a lot of your brain.”

Five years later, she now knows how to remain positive. “I had an amazing mum for 18 years. I have the most amazing family, my little boy and my career, and that is because of her. The same with Fizz — I had an amazing sister. It’s heartbreaking they aren’t with us any more, but they are together and they are looking out for me,” she says, sounding as though she is repeating a mantra.

Having a baby made her feel closer to them both. “He was a boy — it’s funny, he actually looks a lot like Louis did — and I thought, this is what my mother must have felt. But then I had so many questions I couldn’t ask, even more because she was a midwife.”

Her biggest problem was her terror that something terrible would happen to her son. “I became fixated [on the idea that] something bad would happen to him, so I couldn’t sleep. You go to the worst-case scenario, because that’s happened to you twice, to two of the closest people in your life. I couldn’t turn the lights off at night; I needed to see him all the time. Luckily, it calmed down quite quickly.”

We are still flitting between her story and advice on make-up, exercise and clothes.

“I like sharing advice. If a child lost their mother, I would say there is no magic answer. But the point of this book is to show that you can have tragic things happen and still keep going.”

What would the 25-year-old now say to her younger self, struggling at her second funeral at the age of 20? “I would say, ‘You are going to be OK; you will live a nice life.’ I didn’t think I could. I thought this will be a really sad, lonely life without my mum and sister. I wouldn’t have believed then that I could be happy again. But it would have been nice to hear.”

Lucky Girl by Lottie Tomlinson (Bonnier, £22). To order a copy go to timesbookshop.co.uk. Free UK standard P&P on orders over £25. Special discount available for Times+ members

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Unlocking Inner Pig

Louis was your average 28 year old man, to an extent. He had a pretty normal office job that got him enough money to live a comfortable but simple life. He lived in a mid rise flat nothing too special. He still occasionally slept around with men he’d see at clubs. However Louis still looked very young for his age. As he was approaching 30 the skinny guy still looked fresh into university. His body had not changed at all since he was 18. He would look at his friends and see them all with hairy chests bigger arms, even a few of them with big bloated bellies that pushed at the old shirts they wore. Louis would go home and look at his skinny frame. Yes he could still see his abs but his arms were so small. His legs and ass so tiny. He longed to be bigger.

One hot summer evening, Louis and his friends were all relaxing in the park. They laid on their shirts catching a tan on their bodies. Louis stood out as the skinniest one there. He looked over at his friends. The odd one or two of them were quite in shape, still sporting faint abs and some muscle in their chest but the rest all had rounded soft hairy guts that guttered up to the sky as they lay back soaking in the sun. Louis looked at his own body, feeling his ribs and bones instead of muscle. One of Louis friends turned over to him and saw him rubbing his body. “You alright mate?” His friend Liam said. Louis took a long sigh and looked at Liam. “Not really. I just feel so small and skinny all the time. Especially laying next to all you guys.” Louis said gesturing to the rest of the group. “You should count your self lucky mate. We all getting fat” Liam said slapping his belly “and you look like you never left uni.” “Well that’s the issue. I’m nearly 30 and still look 18. I just wanna be bigger.”

Liam took a long hard look at his mate. He looked him up and down and then down again really taking in his skinny body. “Well I could always try and help you out if you want. Try and put on some weight if that’s what you want.” Louis face lit up. “Really you’d help me out?” “Of course. If that’s what you want.”

“YES YES PLEASE”

After the boys had finished laying out in the sun all afternoon, they decided to walk back home and settle down for the evening. On the walk back, Louis and Liam decided to split from the group and go into a small fast food place. Louis looked up at the menu then looked at Liam waiting for his input. “You sure you want this mate? We are getting old enough now where a second on the lips is a lifetime on the hips” Liam said with a slight worrying glance at his slim friend. Louis nodded and the two boys stepped forward to order. “Two portions of chips please and a triple cheese burger please” Liam said handing over a tenner and a fiver to the man at the counter. After about 5 minutes a small bag was placed on the counter and then two men carried on their walk back to Louis house. Once they got in Liam placed the food on the table and then went to get a drink from the fridge. He saw that Louis had a pack of beers and decided to grab them. He placed them on the table too. Louis sat down and unpacked his food order. He started picking at the chips as Liam grabbed a beer and opened it up, taking a large swig from it. “Make sure you have these bud” Liam said patting the pack of beer. “Good for building you up.” Louis reached over and grabbed a beer, cracking it open and taking a sip. Liam sat down and the two boys were just chatting about everyday stuff as Louis made his way through the food. Louis didn’t show any sign of being full until he got most the way though his triple burger. As he reached the last few bites he really started to feel it. He stretched and groaned and started to rub his extended gut. He tried to ignore it but the mounting pressure in his stomach was distracting him from his conversation. Just as he was about to give up, Louis felt a rumble in his stomach. He placed a hand on the top of his gut as it trembled. He felt something rise up making his way back to his mouth. His lips parted and a huge belch interrupted conversation. Louis went slightly red in the face. “Better out then in mate” Liam sniggered “you’ll have a bit more room to finish off your food now.” Liam was right. Louis belly felt much more at ease and he finished off the rest of food and chugged back the rest of his beer. The two boys spent the rest of the night getting slowly more drunk as they got through the whole pack of beers. By 2am Louis was passed out on the sofa. Liam looked over at his skinny friend. His thin torso was stretched out pushing against his shirt. Liam knew that his mates skinny body would never last now. Once a man gets a taste for going to bed bloated and full they always will. It won’t be long till Louis joins the ranks of other 30 year olds with a belly.

The next morning, Louis woke feeling groggy from all the food and beer he’d eaten. He stretched upwards and collapsed back on the sofa. His hands moved to his stomach which still felt kind of bloated. He rubbed it slowly as he started to wake up more. He couldn’t see Liam in the sun filled living room and assumed he’d gone home when he had passed out. Louis kept rubbing his belly. Thoughts raced through his mind. Thoughts of his gut getting bloated again. Getting more full than ever before. Then thoughts of the bloat turning to soft squishy fat. Rubbing his belly and watching his fingers squish deep into his fattening gut. As these thoughts raced he moved his hand further down, pushing it through the waist band of his boxers to touch his morning wood. The thought of his dick slowly disappearing from sight as his belly grows bigger and bigger. He starts to rub his cock slowly as more thoughts of his chest swelling up, his ass blowing through his jeans, his thighs shredding his boxers all filled his mind. For some reason after last night he became obsessed with the idea of getting fat instead of big and muscly. One night of stuffing his face and he was took with the idea of growing jiggly all over. He started to pump his dick harder and faster, letting out a few moans as the idea of him becoming overweight filled his mind. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was moaning so loud as he got closer to climax. His cock was ready to blow. The door the living room started to be pushed open. Louis looked over but it was too late. His cock exploded all over his belly and he moaned loudly as Liam stepped through the doorway with a large plate of food. Louis quickly tried to cover his belly with his shirt only for the cum to soak it and show through. “Omg I’m so sorry you saw that. I thought you’d gone and I was just letting off some steam and-“

“Louis it’s fine lol. We all get like that don’t worry bout it. Just wished you’d given me a bit more warning before I walked in haha” Liam laughed as he sat down on the sofa and placed the large McDonald’s breakfast order in front of Louis. Louis felt so embarrassed, rubbing his shirt to try and distract from the cum that had soaked through it. “Bloody hell Louis just take your top off I don’t care. I’ve seen worse. Bloody Niall looks like a hairy baby elephant every time he gets shirtless you look fine.” Louis was still apprehensive to take his top off but decided to do so, rubbing the rest of the cum off his stomach as he did. “Now dig into this. Thought you’d be hungry this morning and you wanted big so here. Enjoy.” On the plate were two bacon egg and sausage McMuffins, 3 hash browns, 2 breakfast wraps and a large milk shake. “I don’t think I’m that hungry to be honest.” Louis said still covering his bloat in shame. “I think I’ll eat later on toda-“ he was interrupted by the sound of his own stomach rumbling loudly to the smell of the breakfast food. “I think your stomach thinks different eh big guy? Just tuck in.” Liam said standing up. “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll be surprised if any of that is left when I get back” he said under his breath as he left the room, pulling off his shirt which displayed his own figure. His soft stomach slightly jiggled as he walked, covered on thick hair, going from the top of his jiggly chest to the waist band of his boxers. Louis looked at his hairless, fatless body and a pang of jealously coursed through his veins. He grabbed the McMuffin and stuffed it into his mouth. The routine of Louis stuffing his mouth full of fast food continued for many weeks. Liam would usually come round once a week after a whole group gathering and check up on Louis’ progress, just with asking simple questions making sure he was eating big. The first evening of stuffing his belly had awoken something in Louis. He now couldn’t stop eating. If he was doing anything he was doing it eating food. His inner pig was out for good now and he couldn’t contain it. His body now started to show signs of change happening. His once toned skinny stomach had melted away. He now had a soft lower belly, a spate tire that wrapped around his lower body. It pushed out over the waist band of his boxers and was obviously seen through any shirt. His chest started to soften too, his nipples are pushed outwards growing in size and softness. Slowly they began to droop onto his growing gut. The rest of his body saw changes too. His arms thicker up, his ass had doubled and his legs also began to touch as he walked. By the end of summer he had transformed his summer bod already into a dad bod so quickly. By the end of summer, the group of lads thought it be best to go shopping for some winter clothes as the weather started to drop quickly. Louis showed up with a hoody over his body, hiding the changes. After looking around the shop for a bit they needed to try on their new clothes. In the changing rooms they all went and all got changed. One of the more in shape boys left his changing room first and all the boys looked at his new outfit, all poking their heads out of their changing rooms, or even standing out just in their boxers to get a look. Here is when one of the boys called out about Liams body.

Liam had been getting softer for a while now so that wasn’t news to anyone, but since spending so much time with Louis and his fattening routine, Liam had also packed on the weight. His belly now poked out to the point it sagged slightly over his boxers, his chest looking more like tits and his back was lined with rolls leading the eye to the dump truck of an ass he had grown. As the attention went onto Liam one of the boys went up to him and shook its belly telling him how fat he’d gotten. “Age has gotten to you now huh fat boy?” ”Your not young forever look at that belly” “I remember when you had a six pack on school.” “You fat fuck what have you done to your self!?” The boys hurled jokingly abuse at Liam. Liam took it lightly only going slightly red, and even joining in on the mocking, shaking his belly and taking handfuls of his hairy fat gut. However Liam got a glimpse of Louis body. He still had his jeans on but his tank top was sitting tight across his bloated gut. Usually he can get away with his gain not being noticed but the fact he’d stripped down to his tank top and also just ate a family sized meal before coming out made his soft belly look much bigger. Liam locked eyes with Louis and grinned menacingly.

“Omg look at Louis. He’s finally a fat fuck.” Liam pointed at Louis as he shouted that. Louis was in shock. He never thought he’d point it out to the group his weight gain. The boys all wiped their heads around to see if what Liam was saying truth. To their surprise, the once skinny man had in fact developed a fully fledged belly. “Omg what happened to you?” “You FINALLY got fat? Fuck” “Holy shit dude you let your self go FAST.” Liam had successfully turned the abuse off of him and onto Louis. As Louis stood there getting poked and slapped and jiggled he put on a brave face, for deep inside he was absolutely livid at Liam. Liam just stood there grinning watching as Louis was played with and mocked.

That evening when Louis and Liam started walking back to Louis house, they walked in silence. Louis was so mad at Liam for exposing his weight gain and telling the whole group about it just because he was insecure that he got fat too. They both walked into Louis house and sat on the sofa. Louis visibly displayed his anger on his face. Liam didn’t understand what was wrong. “So you wanna order some food then?” Liam pipped up after an uncomfortable silence.

“Oh you just wanna fatten me up some more so ya?” Louis spat back at him. Liam looked confused and made a confused noise at him. “Oh don’t act all incident. You’ve been coming doing here every week buying me fattening foods and telling to stuff my gut full. It’s your fault I’ve got tits for pecs now. It’s your fault my hips don’t fit into jeans. It’s your fault I’m carrying around this FAT FUCKING BELLY!” Louis ripped off his tank top and grabbed his gut shaking it. He was red in the face he got so angry. After shacking his belly in Liams face, Louis collapsed back into his sofa seat. “I never even wanted to get fat. I wanted to get bigger. You’re just fucked in the head and fattened me up for your own sick and twisted fantasy.”

Liam had enough of this. He stood up. “You didn’t want this huh? So it wasn’t you I caught wanking off to your own full fat stomach. It isn’t you that stuffs your face six out of seven nights a week. It isn’t you that looks in the mirror every morning grinning as you realise you’re getting closer and closer to finally busting your fat ass through your old underwear. It’s not my fault you regret exchanging your twink body for some fat hogs.” Louis looked at Liam with his mouth slightly agape. Liam now pulls off his shirt too and grabs a handful of his huge gut. “Do you think I want this too? Huh? Do you think I wanted to get fucking obese just cos you wanted to get fat. No but it’s my fault cos I’m greedy and could resist eating big like you do. At least I admit when I’m a fucking pig instead of pinning the blame on some other hog like you.” Liam grabbed his top and started to walk out the room. “I hope you find peace being a fat fuck. I’m leaving. Gonna get a maccies to release the stress now.” Liam mumbled as he stomped out the house and slammed the door. Louis sat there in shock. What had just happened.

It took Louis about a week to process what happened that evening. Him and Liam hadn’t spoken since and the other boys made no effort in getting the two to hang out together. Louis was thinking about what Liam had said about him wanted to get fat. Louis was confused. He enjoyed getting fat but was that want he wanted? He felt such same when everyone noticed his fattened body. Surely he would be proud of it if he truly wanted to be fat. Louis came to the conclusion that he wanted to give the gym a go. See if being muscly was the craving he desired.

For the autumn months, Louis spent a lot of time alone. He’d still eat pretty big but mostly focused on hitting the gym hard everyday. He needed to work off that fat Liam had forced onto him. It took time but eventually the spare tire was eventually shaved down to a slight gut, hardly noticeable compared to his bigger arms and tighter chest. After all this time he had started to achieve what he wanted to achieve. He was bigger finally and even his body hair started to come through. But he still felt unsatisfied with this transformation. He caught him self longingly staring at fat hogs in the gym that desperately tried to get rid of their bulk. He craved the evenings where he’d be in a food coma and his distended belly was sticking out. He missed the feeling of getting bigger and feeling his clothes hug tight to his body. Was Liam right? Had he always really desired becoming fat and joining the ranks of other men his age. Louis thought of Liam and how he has transformed over the summer and gone from overweight to obese. Louis struggled to contain him self at the thought that maybe he could follow suit. Louis left the gym immediately, still shirtless and in his shorts running to his car. He raced round to the nearest fast food place and ordered a jumbo family sized portion of food. That night he ate like he was the king. As he ate his final chip and came all over his belly he knew this was the life he wanted. He knew he couldn’t rest till he was huge.

Oh how Louis missed this. He missed the feeling of his fat gut pushing his clothes to their limits. He missed rubbing his soft gut to release an earth shattering belch. He missed stepping on the scales and seeing that number rise every single day. Being fat was his calling. He was destined to be a hog and that he would do. Evening after evening he would spend stuffing his face with food. As Christmas came and went he made sure to fill his belly with as much sweet fattening food he could get his hands on. His family were shocked by his weight gain to start with but by the end of his stay were happy that he had finally filled out. One of his uncles had a long conversation to him one evening when everyone had gone to bed. It was just Louis and his uncle sat in the living room sipping on the last few drops of their beers, both men having swollen guts that guttered out in front of them. His uncle told him the story of how when he was in his 20s he was sooooo skinny and nothing he could do would make him out on weight. But just one day the weight started piling on and how it’s never stopped since. Louis looked at his uncle, a very large fella. He always made fun of him self for how fat he’d gotten but it wasn’t till this evening that Louis saw himself in him. He looked down at his softening body and was proud to say he was following in his uncles footsteps.

Soon after Christmas Louis was trying on some clothes when it suddenly hit him that he had grown too fat for them now. He looked at him self in the mirror with his gut pressed so tightly against his shirt he’s surprised he hasn’t ripped through it yet. His belly was empty and already looked soo big. Louis felt the pressure build in his underwear. He couldn’t contain it anymore he needed someone to fatten him up.

Louis had dabbled in some gaining content online and he had heard of “grommr” a gaining dating site of sort. He knew in this moment that he may as well give it a go and see if he could get someone over quick to help bust out of his clothes. As his account finished setting up and started searching for feeders in the area. He found a very handsome chap called Harry. His profile was filled with photos of his hard muscly body pressed against fat hogs soft piggy body. He decided to shoot him a quick DM and almost got an instant message back.

-Louis: hey Harry! You look insane and love what you’ve done to those men. Mind filling me up like that?

-Harry: lemme see what I’m working with and I’ll be over in 5.

Louis takes his too off and trousers and lays on the bed in just his size small boxers. They were stretched so tight across his thighs and ass that they were basically see through. Louis snaps a photo of his belly resting on his lap, his chest dropping slightly onto the gut and his love handles pushing his body wider.

-Louis: This enough to work with?

-Harry: Damn. You’re already a fat piggy huh? Well prepare to become a fucking hog when I’m down with you.

No longer than 5 minutes later Louis heard a knock on the door. Louis, still on his underwear, jiggled his way to the door to unlock it. As he opened the door, the man that stood before him was not the one he expected. Harry on his profile had rippling abs, thick strong chest and moved into his big arms. His body was always contrasting the fat ones in the photos so why did the man in front of Louis also look like a fat hog. Harry looked to be around 250lbs of pure fat. His belly pressed tight to his band tshirt that was far too small for him, his love handles peaking out the bottom of the hem. His skinny jeans were skin tight to his thick thighs and fat ass. His double chin was pretty prominent.

Harry could sense the stares he got from Louis. “It’s me Harry! I know I look different than my profile. I did used to be very ripped and in shape but one feeding session the feedee turned into the feeder and I just couldn’t stop going back. Sorry I’m not who you thought I was but I hope you don’t mind this piggy feeding you up?” Louis was overwhelmed with how horny he was now. He pulled Harry in and immediately ripped his clothes off. The two hogs went at each other all day. Harry filling Louis up with as much fattening food as he could get his hands on. Louis was exploring Harry’s insanely sexy large body. They spent all day eating, drinking, touching, and fucking. Louis had never felt anything like this before. The feeling of being so full and having someone else’s full gut pressed against your back as they thrusted deeper into your fattened asshole. He had never felt something so erotic then being stuffed with muffins as he moaned loudly with every thrust into his ass cheeks. Louis thought he couldn’t get more full but once Harry released his load into him, he felt his belly surge forward even more. Louis was left sweating, panting and groaning as he lay on his bed naked and fattened up. Why did he ever wait this long to have sex with a fatty.

Once Harry left Louis did some thinking. He missed Liam. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year. Louis imagined Harry being Liam, having his huge hairy body pressed against his. He didn’t even know if Liam was fat anymore. He knew the rest of the boys all kept steadily gaining weight, even the ones that kept in shape started to soften up as we all approached 30. He could only imagine how big Liam could be. Did he ever think of how large Louis could be by now. Even thought Liam was living rent free in Louis mind, he could never reach out after everything he said to him that evening. After all that and for Louis to just get fatter and fatter still, there’s no way Liam would ever forgive him. He had to move on.

So the next 6 months Louis spent with Harry. The two would hook up every week, ensuring that Louis was gaining an appropriate amount of weight every time they met. Their sex was incredible and the results on Louis body, well they spoke for them selves.

Louis had fully transformed into a huge obese man. He never thought this could be possible. He remember back when he was skinny and how desperately he wanted to put on even ten pounds and now he was well known his way to three hundred pounds.

As Christmas came and went and winter final started to turn to spring, the group of lads decided it would be a good time to meet up for a shopping trip, to start their summer wardrobe. When Louis got the text about this meet up, he was skeptical if he was going to go or not. This time a year and a half ago was the last time he had seen most of the boys. He was made fun of last time for sporting a dad bod but now Louis looked like he’s non stop stuffed him self for the past year and a half (which he basically had done). He also thought about Liam and how if he was to show up they might end up fighting again. He didn’t wanna lose his friend again. But even though he was scared to go, Louis agreed. Plus he actually needed more summer clothes, he’s grown out of all of last years ones by nearly one hundred pounds.

The boys all met at the fast food place next to the shops. Liam was one of the last ones to show up. He opened the door to the restaurant and saw that Liam wasn’t there. He was slightly disappointed about this but he didn’t let it get him down. As he approached the table however he did notice how all the other guys around the table seemed to have suffered the same fate as himself. Not one of them resembled the fit toned jocks from their uni days. Every single one was most definitely overweight if not obese. As Louis approached the boys turned around and started shouting. “Look even this skinny thing couldn’t escape obesity.” “Haha Louis look at ya! You’re huge!” “Think he’s the biggest one here hahaha” The boys hadn’t changed. They still poked fun at him for his weight. But Louis didn’t mind it this time. Maybe it was due to the fact that yes he was the biggest one there but they weren’t far behind him. They all were big fat fellas now.

They all sat down and started to order food when the sound of the door to the restaurant sounded. The boys all turned around and Louis heard the yelling of “Liam omg haha look at you!” “Shit dude you let your self go!” “You’ve gotta be nearly 400lbs mate what happened?” Louis turned around and his mouth hit the floor. Liam was huge, beyond huge. Louis couldn’t even imagine how he got that big over that period of time. Louis looked longingly at Liam as Liam locked eyes with him before scanning Louis body up and down. Louis looked down and thought about what Liam would be thinking looking at him. He begged to know what he’d say. Liam sat down and after a few more jokingly jabs at Liams extreme gain, the boys decided to order food.

Louis had never seen so much food get devoured so quickly before in his life. All these fat hungry men polished off their plates in minutes leaving not a crumb. They spent the meal chatting and catching up with each other. Louis and Liam hadn’t interacted once. After the meal was over the fat man group decided to waddle over to the clothes shop. They spent ages joking about the old shirts they used to wear and how their new big bodies would destroy them in seconds now.

The time came for the boys to try on their clothes. They all filed into the changing rooms. Louis had taken off his too and started to put on a button up when he heard the door to his room be opened. He turned around and saw Liam stood there in his underwear. Louis heard began to race at the sight of him. Liams body has just exploded with lard. His belly hung down with his chest sitting on top his big gut. His legs and ass were so thick they couldn’t avoided touching. He truly had transformed into a huge hog of a man he used to be. “I wanna talk Louis” Liam said with a slightly saddened look on his face. Louis just nodded not having the strength to muster up words. “I’ve missed you. I regret how I spoke to you that evening but you had to listen to what I was saying. It wasn’t my fault but I felt so guilty after that night. As you can see I’ve put on a few” with this comment Louis giggled slightly “well maybe more than a few. But I just couldn’t stop eating cos I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I worried that after what I said you’d lose the weight and stop gaining but I’m so happy to see that isn’t true. You look good.”

Louis finally found the words to respond. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You were right. I wanted to get fat. And I enjoy being fat. But I also enjoyed you getting fat with me. I’ve missed you making sure I was eating everything, drinking every last beer. But I miss you stuffing your face as well and we’d touch bellies every so often. I missed when we had our little secret to get fat. Obviously now everyone’s fucking huge so no need for the secret part but I’d like to do that again with you. Feel our bodies change together again.” Louis stepped closer to Liam just close enough so their hairs on their bellies brushed slightly. Liam didn’t even think twice before pushing him self onto Louis and passionately making out with him.

After that day Liam and Louis became inseparable. They spent every day together feeding each other pleasing each other making sure they both were loved and fed. Liam gained so much weight he could hardly move and Louis blew up massively. He’d always imagined being big but the size of him now was unimaginable. Now sitting at around 600lbs Louis had become the huge big fat guy he had longed to be in his late twenties. Now on his early thirties he had finally found peace in his life and in his new body and he couldn’t be happier with his morbidly obese partner Liam. After years of confusion and gaining the two finally lived fattening ever after.

Thank you so much if you read this story! It has taken me a long time to write it and I really loved how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoyed it too. For any more story ideas pls let me know. I’m happy to do them if they strike my interests! Thank you again!

[lewisvinga]

salvatore | esteban ocon x fem! reader

summary; after living a life full of cold exes, y/n never expected to find her ‘salvatore’ during a summer in monaco

warnings; toxic/abusive exes, slut shaming,

word count; 1k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

notes; this is song has been on repeat

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

masterlist !

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“C’mon, Y/n, you need a man. You need to live a little!" Y/b/f exclaimed as she followed around Y/n who was tidying up around her home.

"Y/n," She sighed, "I don't need a man."

"It's been 4 years since you broke up with your ex. You haven't dated anyone since you were 21!”

“And you know why.”

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5 years ago

“C’mon, Y/n, let’s just go out!” Y/b/f asked through the phone. “You’re already ready!”

Y/n sighed as she cleaned the counter with a damp towel. She kept looking over her shoulder and back at the front door. “Louis is on his way. I can’t-“

“You can’t or he won’t let you? C’mon, Y/n, you deserve better.”

“I can’t.” She huffed as she rushed to finish off a quick chicken dish so it could be ready when her boyfriend arrived. “How ‘bout we go out tomorrow for lunch? I’ll call you later, promise-“

“Call who?” Louis's voice interrupted her mid-sentence. She hadn’t realized he arrived and she quickly hung up on Y/b/f.

“Y/b/f. She just wanted to hang out and-“

“That’s why you’re dressed like a whore?”

“I-I was about to ch-“

“Change into another slutty outfit?”

Y/n let out a sigh, keeping her gaze on the floor. She could feel Louis’ harsh stare as she turned off the stove and grabbed him a plate. Fortunately, he wasn’t so frustrated after work so he wasn’t as mean to her as usual.

Still, she felt tired of everything. She felt tired of constantly being paranoid. She hated how every word of his left her a mental scar. She hated how sometimes she had to wear sweaters in warm weather to cover up the black and purple marks on her skin. She was just tired.

Y/n glanced at him as she served the food on his plate. In the back of her mind, she knew Y/b/f was right and she was already thinking of the perfect time to leave him.

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present day

Y/n held onto her Dior tote bag as she strolled down the streets of Monaco. She was killing time in the shops before having lunch with Y/b/f and a couple of other girls to celebrate her best friend's engagement.

Y/b/f had instructed them to wear white so Y/n wore a short white sundress. She had an iced latte in her hand, glancing through the window of various boutiques and designer stores.

The summer was hot but she didn’t mind it. She spent the past week working on her tan, eating soft ice cream, and enjoying her week off.

She was lost in her thoughts when before she knew it, she suddenly bumped into what she thought was a wall until she heard a panicked voice. “Oh, fuck! Are you okay?”

The collision had caused her to spill her latte all over her white dress, staining it brown. She let out a chuckle as she looked down at the stain and at the empty plastic cup. “I’m fine. I wasn’t paying attention! Sorry for that.”

Y/n glanced up and was met with probably one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. His deep brown, almost black eyes were filled with concern as he looked her over. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair before running his hands over his equally jet-black stubble.

“I’ll-i’ll buy you a new dress! Where’d you get it from?”

“I said don’t worry! It’s a pricey dress anyway.” She said with a smile but that didn’t seem to satisfy him.

“No, please, let me. I can afford it. I’ll even get you another latte.”

“You won’t drop this will you?”

His lips curled into a smile as he shook his head. “Nope!” He said with a shrug. “But the least you could do is give me your name.”

She shook her head slightly and laughed as she holds her hand out. “Y/n, and you must be?”

“Esteban.”

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3 years later

“Bonjour. Good morning.”

Esteban’s soft voice woke Y/n up from her deep slumber. Her vision was still blurry as she slowly sat up against the bed, rubbing her eyes and letting her vision get used to the bright lights.

She realized that he stood in front of her with a tray in his hands. Once her vision cleared up, she noticed the iced latte and a croissant with a small candle resting in the middle of the tray.

“Joyeux Anniversaire, chérie.” [happy birthday, dear.] Esteban whispers, sitting beside her on the bed. He kissed her forehead as she took the tray from him. “Now make a wish.”

A small pout decorated her lips as she looked down at the candle. He purposely picked a pink candle knowing that it was her favorite color. Something her ex-boyfriend never bothered learning about in their 3 years of dating.

A panicked look appeared on Esteban’s face when he noticed Y/n’s eyes fill with tears as her bottom lip quivered. “Chérie? What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be happy on your birthday?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. He reached over and fixed her bed hair.

“I am happy.” She replied while tears streamed down her cheek. She lifts up the tray and softly blows the candle out. She turns to look at her now boyfriend of nearly 3 years with a wide smile on her voice.

“I just never had anyone care for me like you have, Estie.” She whispered as she set the tray on the bedside table. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, tucking her into his arms. “You’re my salvatore. [savior] You saved me. I didn’t even need to make a wish because you’re all I’ve ever wanted. You’re the best thing in my life.”

Esteban places his finger under her chin, causing her to look up into his deep brown eyes. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on her lips. He whispered against her lips, “I’ll always be your salvatore.”

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a second part to our rec list of domestic fics. In case you missed it, you can find the first part here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) To Make a Home Where There Is None | Mature | 3,907 words

Harry shows up and doesn't want to leave. Louis doesn't mind too much.

2) Harmony | Explicit | 6,175 words

Alpha Harry and Omega Louis don’t have the most amicable relationship at work. When they get stuck together in an elevator, Harry scents Louis after nothing else works to bring him out of his panicked state. Their time trapped in the elevator together brings to light some misunderstandings, and maybe some feelings for each other, too.

3) Too Nervous to be Lovers | Mature | 6,445 words

Louis doesn't want to spend quarantine with Harry, his straight roommate, who doesn't even acknowledge his existence.

4) Oranges, Whipped Cream and Blueberries | Explicit | 9,135 words

Louis was an omega of a pure bloodline. He had known since he was merely eight years old that he was to be bonded with a high ranked alpha. Not the one of his choice, but the one deemed suitable for him by the elders. Little did he know that the alpha would be the leader of his pack; the greatest pack known to their kind.

5) I Glow Pink In The Night | Explicit | 12,128 words

“These are academic articles,” Harry argues lightly. He runs his hands up and down Louis’ smooth and tan legs, grinning when Louis purrs. “I just want to learn more about you. We’ve only been dating for a few months.” Louis bites down a smile, warmth filling his belly and a flush coloring his cheeks. Pulling his fluffy black tail around him, he picks off lint and flicks them onto the floor. “Well, then ask me.”

6) With The Certainty Of Tides | Mature | 13,980 words

“Love you,” Louis whispered in the dark. He didn’t know what time it was or where the light had gone, he knew that he was in Harry’s arms, basking in the afterglow of all their love and he’d be a fool to not tell Harry that. As if Harry didn’t know. “Love you,” was whispered back, as if Louis didn’t know. They confessed to each other as if it was their first time saying it, raw and painful, and listened to it the very same way, but they knew those words to be the only ones true. With all the certainty of the tides, with all the light from the sun, with all the steady beats of their hearts, they were deftly in love, in secret and so loudly. They were brave and fearless and strong and hopelessly devoted in every sense of their breaths. “We made it, baby,” Harry mumbled, bringing their lips into a final kiss, sweet and soft and the color of pink. They already knew that, didn’t fight tooth and nail and argued through every petty year and bleed their hearts into the words they sang and on their skin for them to have not made it home. They were home.

7) Hungry Heart | Explicit | 16,100 words

"So you're using me and my kitchen for a bigger paycheck?" Harry asks. "What do I get out of it?" "What do you-" Louis parrots in disbelief. "I get a job that doesn't make me work ten hour shifts just to barely pay my rent while you get three meals a day cooked for you." "So, what, you're like some glorified housewife?" Housewife, personal chef, Louis doesn't care. Contract's signed and done; T's crossed and I's dotted. Louis will wear an apron and twirl his hair all pretty if that's what he wants. Even if the job feels more like some drawn out jail sentence, Louis hopes this isn't going to be a long summer.

8) Three’s A Crowd, Four’s A Party | Mature | 16,569 words

“Morgan, sweetie, mommy and daddy have something we want to talk to you about.” The little girl looks at them confused, having no idea what’s about to happen. “First I want to tell you that we love you very much and nothing will ever change that, okay?” “I love you too!” Louis smiles. “What we wanted to talk to you about is that there’s going to be some changes around here soon.” “Why?” “Because mommy’s having a baby.”

9) Hijack My Heart | Explicit | 18,105 words

Harry Styles loved challenges. What was life without challenges? he asked himself at 17 when he failed his A levels and had to switch schools. Challenges made life interesting, he said at 20 when he moved to New York, all alone, away from his friends and family. Challenges are what make life worth living, he thought at 25 when the nurse handed him the most beautiful baby girl on the planet, and asked him to give her a name. Challenges suck, he thought at 25 and a half, when he held a wailing baby in his arms on the 6.00 AM flight to London, from New York.

10) Tennis Court | Explicit | 18,285 words

Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.

11) What Happens In Vegas...Doesn't Stay In Vegas | Explicit | 21,976 words

What should have been a fun one-night stand in Vegas turns into something a lot more complicated. Because getting married is easy but getting unmarried... not so much.

12) True Blue | Explicit | 23,409 words

Louis and Harry are the most codependent couple. Harry's life purpose is to take care of his omega & Louis' is to be doted on. After a few too many jabs from their friends and coworkers, Louis is determined to show Harry that he's capable of surviving on his own while Harry is certain that Louis is going to break up with him at any moment.

13) My End And My Beginning | Explicit | 24,749 words

When Louis starts as an intern at a new company, he becomes particularly fond of the boss’ five children. And maybe the boss himself as well.

14) Yours To Lose | Mature | 25,742 words

Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

15) Confections Of The Heart | Explicit | 25,877 words

Louis is a single mom, Harry is a pastry chef, and Oliver just wants his mom to be happy. With a teaspoon of love and a sprinkle of fate, the three might just find a home in each other.

16) Through Chaos As It Swirls, It’s Us Against The World | Explicit | 31,728 words

Corporal Styles is sent on a suicidal mission, at his hands the lives of hundreds of men that are going straight into a trap. He ends up finding Louis, the french and most beautiful boy he has ever seen, and a baby, in a basement of a dead city.

17) Deleted Scenes | Explicit | 33,623 words

Agent Harry Styles was injured on the job a few months back, and gets roped in one last mission before he can retire prematurely: playing house with Louis, a widower who has amnesia. The assignment seems simple at the beginning, but soon enough Harry's twisted in a web of his own making, and can't get out anymore.

18) A Common Place Affliction | Explicit | 36,508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

19) All This Devotion | Explicit | 38,047 words

Louis is Harry’s work wife. The already blurry lines of their friendship are smudged further when they get caught up in a web of lies.

20) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don’t Bite) | Mature | 42,036 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

21) A Silent Whisper (That's Left Unsaid) | Explicit | 50,848 words

Note: This fic is locked and can be only be read by AO3 users.

A Fake Relationship & Exes to Lovers AU ft a failed proposal ten years ago, an oblivious Harry, an overworked Louis, Zayn as the protective best friend, a meddling aunt and a lot of talks about weddings and rings.

22) Forgive The Urgency, But Hurry Up And Wait | Explicit | 53,701 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic. We'd suggest reading that one first.

Louis' going to do better. He’s going to have all of the uncomfortable conversations and the relationship talks. He’s going to make himself be a good boyfriend. And he’s got absolutely no idea where to start.

23) Strawberries & Cigarettes | Explicit | 76,633 words

Summary: Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

24) Saving Symphony Hall | Explicit | 124,766 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic. We'd suggest reading that one first. This fic is locked and can be only be read by AO3 users.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.” “Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.” “Wait, what?” Zayn asked. “Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,” “What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand. “I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.” “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

25) Love Me Until The End | Explicit | 207,311 words

AU where Louis, an Omega, is the head nurse of the hospital in charge of running the nursing staff. Harry, an Alpha, is a highly respected surgeon working at the same hospital. They also happen to fall in love.

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[bottomlouisficfest]

We hope you’ve enjoyed the last couple of weeks of fics from the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2024! Every two weeks, we’re compiling all of the fics from that period into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

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One Last Time

A fic by smittenwithlouis on AO3 | @smittenwithlouis on Tumblr | @smittenwlouis on Twitter

24k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I mean it, Harry, this is the last time,” Louis breathes out as Harry kisses down his neck. “Sure,” Harry mumbles into his heated skin. The action makes Louis shudder. He hates how good it feels. He knows he should be revolted. Disgusted. But god does it feel so damn good. Or: Louis is a werewolf, and Harry is a vampire. They’re supposed to hate each other, but they’re too busy fucking to care.

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Wolves, I hear them calling for you

A fic by DaxitaIsDaydreaming on AO3 | @DaxitasDaydrmng on Twitter

18k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

"Don't growl at me, little cherry. You know I care about you and I have the right and obligation to distrust any alpha, beta, or omega who approaches you." As soon as those words reached his ears, he blushed like a tomato. Did he really just growl? Like, actually growl? He was losing his mind. "You know I hate being treated like a naive person who doesn't know what they're doing," he lied. He loved being overprotected by the alpha. There was a small (big) charm in feeling small and delicate. Besides how sexy Harry looked with his protective aura radiating from his pores. Wait... What? Did he just think his best friend, almost brother, of his entire life was sexy? No. NO. N- His internal struggle was interrupted when he felt himself being enveloped by the alpha's huge arms. He had pulled him into his body with such ease that his blush grew. Louis could feel his face burning with embarrassment. "You look so beautiful all red like a cherry. My little cherry," he heard him murmur, his husky voice traveling from his eardrum to his brain and settling in his heart. Or Harry was in love with Louis, but the omega definitely didn't see him that way. Or maybe he did.

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Total distraction

A fic by SwimmingInAChampagneSea on AO3 | @mmmmmmariiaa on Twitter

58k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

He saw tanned skin and someone walking with a sway of their hips. They had a tray in one hand and were treating the beach as their runway. Harry was mesmerised by the person getting nearer and nearer. The person approaching was wearing indecently short and tight white shorts. Harry could hardly tear his eyes away from that whole situation. "My eyes are up here, you know," a velvety soft voice said. Harry was immediately horrified and quickly made eye contact with the person speaking. He could feel the blush rushing to his cheeks and was immensely happy that he was wearing sunglasses that provided just a bit of refuge from those piercing blue eyes he suddenly found himself looking into. OR the one where Love On Tour just finished and Harry finds himself being shipped off to Mykonos for three weeks alone. He expects to spend them bored and lonely until Louis comes sashaying down the beach and changes his life forever... or at least for the next three weeks.

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Eyes full of stars, heart full of sins

A fic by saturdaysilvers on AO3 | @saturdaysilver on Tumblr | @saturdaysilvers on Twitter

5k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

As their soul-tying ceremony approaches, Louis reminisces about his relationship with Harry, how they fell in love amidst the war, and how an uncertain foundation still led them to undeniable love.

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i know your love’s not real

A fic by softruins on AO3 | @diazstark on Twitter

68k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

With a simple bet that could’ve given him his ticket out of this town, Louis finds that taking the virginity of the nerdy alpha came with lots of difficulties and consequences. One being his lack of patience, the other being a broken heart.

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In The Spotlight, In His Arms

A fic by Ashisinlove on AO3 | @ashisinlove28 on Twitter

20k | Not Rated | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 128: Popstar Harry Styles and uni student Louis. Harry accidentally goes live on Instagram and his phone captures Louis sleeping peacefully. That’s how he introduces Louis as his boyfriend to the world. The world falls in love with Louis Tomlinson but will everyone really? Slight angst, insecure Louis, but lots of fluff and Louis is so easy to fall in love with.

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from underneath your glow

A fic by outropeace on AO3 | @outropeace on Tumblr | @outropeaces on Twitter

53k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

With years of bitter experience and a tuition debt that would outlast three generations, Louis did what anyone in his position would; he developed an almost flawless five-step system for scamming alphas. Step One: Find the target. The scummier the alpha, the better. Step Two: Find the target’s soulmate mark. This part could take either a day or sometimes months of stalking every single social media the target have. Patience is key. Step Three: After learning about their hobbies and activities, mold your personality to the target. There’s nothing more irresistible to alphas than to date their mirror. Step Four (and the most important one): Plan the exit route. This will mostly depend on the target. There are alphas who’d pay to make a soulmate disappear from their lives forever, but some took a little more work. The trick? Simple, break their little fantasy. Show them traits they wouldn’t stand. If they like red, suddenly you are all about blue. If they like going out, you start craving nights in. Speak your mind freely—honestly, they hate that. Becoming clingy or basically having any type of need outside theirs also helps a lot. Step Five: Disappear.  

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Always Yours

A fic by heartbreakwthr on AO3 | @heart_breakwthr on Twitter

8k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 89: Jealous and Possessive Harry when someone new arrives in their group and has a crush on Louis.

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Midnight Doesn't Last Forever

A fic by mandylynn4 on AO3 | @mandylynn4 on Tumblr | @MirandaSch93519 on Twitter

64k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

When Harry learns that his beloved grandfather has passed away, he also discovers that he's inherited the lake house that he so fondly remembers from childhood. However, it comes with a stipulation - he must be legally married before he can take possession of it. Enter his best friend, Louis, who is an accident-prone freelancer who has a desperate need for health insurance. All seems to be going well with the plan until Louis finds himself in an unfortunate accident that robs him of his memories of Harry and their marriage of convenience.

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[thesmokingguns]

Brat w/ Duff McKagan

minors dni 18+

There was a sense of relief as he watched out of the glass doors of the kitchen as his daughters laughed with a group of new friends, jumping into the pool in the backyard of the new house he had just bought in LA. After a divorce that he hadn’t seen coming to a woman that he wished nothing but a lifetime of happiness to he had been worried his daughters would blame him for a breakup with their mother.

Instead they seemed to be taking his heartache better than he was. Rallying around Duff they descended on his new home with their Louis Vuitton luggage and hugs that made him remember that even the heartbreak he was experiencing now was worth it for the two daughters that he had with his ex wife.

What Duff wasn’t too happy about was the fact there was currently a 25 year old with a half sleeve tattoo and the prettiest golden tan laying on a floatie and making Duff feel things he hadn’t expected to feel again.

Kreigh Lewis was Grace’s best friend. They had met when Grace was starting to record music, a young girl who worked as a sound engineer and would throw down for other girls in a way that made Duff thankful for her. But right now made him want to jump off a bridge.

Kreigh had tattoos, a nose ring that was shining in the California sun, and an attitude that was so bad he often thought he was going to break a tooth as he watched her flaunt around the pool. She looked up from where she was floating, her blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses she was wearing but he could still feel her gaze on him. Watching him like he was her next meal and throwing Duff off.

She was too young. Grace’s friend. And had made it more than clear that she wasn’t interested in him.

Turning away from the pool he moved deeper into the new house where he still hadn’t figured out where things were, planning on writing a song and just forgetting about all the problems that were in his life.

“I’ll be right there. Yeah.” a tittering of laughter made Duff blink, looking up just as his bedroom door was opened.

He had fallen asleep, an afternoon nap to stop his brain from overthinking. Instead he just had dreams that made his stomach hurt. Looking as the door opened he watched Kreigh freeze in the doorway, looking left and right like she wasn’t sure what he was doing there. And then it hit Duff that he had managed to fall asleep in the guest bedroom where she had been staying.

“Shit. Shit. Double shit.” he pushed himself up, aware of the soft peach and musky bold scent that her body butter had made in teh sheets, watching as Kreigh shut the door behind her, the black off the shoulder t-shirt clinging to the wet spots of her bikini. ‘Where’s Izzy?’ clearly written on the front and reminding him that this pain in the ass girl would find any excuse to do something to drive him crazy.

“Have a good nap, old man?” her flippant tone and the soft half smirk half sneer on his face reminded him what a fucking brat she was.

“You’re staying in my house. You could be thankful. Have a little respect.” Her perfectly drawn on eyebrow raised and Duff, who never really noticed things like makeup, took a second to appreciate the subtle way she countered herself into an image she was happy with.

Of course she had to be absolutely beautiful. The damn she devil was going to be the thing that broke him.

“Sorry, daddy. No one taught me how to be a good girl.” she was teasing him as she brushed past him. But her words had gone straight to his cock which was clearly tenting in the board shorts he had been wearing around the house.

Little minx looked down, a satisfied smirk on her face as she moved past him, tugging the strings behind her neck and letting the wet bikini top fall off with a wet flopping sound on the floor.

Duff told himself to leave. Don’t look back. Don’t look at the devil.

But his cock was a compass, navigating as it overridden his brain and he was turning, looking as she untied the side strings, letting her bottoms off, letting them fall to the floor with the wet bathing suit.

Her painted, blue toenails kicked them onto the pile of clothes she needed to wash and he followed the curve of her calf muscle, up her thighs as he watched her profile. The way her tits were small and perky, nipples hard from the wet fabric of her shirt, clinging to the hard points that he could see bars through.

Fuck.

He wanted to take her nipples in his mouth, suckle on them as she writhed under him, begging daddy for more.

And that was his one way ticket straight to hell.

He needed to get away from her. But as if she knew he was prey and she was stalking him, the predator in this situation, she looked up, eyes meeting his as her hands touched the hem of her shirt, teasing him about his old bandmate.

“Are you going to let me change for dinner or are you going to watch me, old man?” His eyes married, a fist forming at his side.

As she lifted her shirt he turned, slamming the door and hating the way her easy laughter followed him out of the room.

Duff was a prisoner in his own house.

The girls all were out for the night, creating an illusion of safety. It hadn’t really been safe because after an our of them being gone Duff felt the loneliness of the house and started to roam around. Finding himself in Kreighs bedroom.

It was wrong. He knew it was wrong to look through her thighs but he felt like he had no choice. He needed to know more about the girl who was making him lose his fucking mind.

A seafoam green diary was shoved under a pile of books that he was shocked she read. From books with covers that rivaled porn VHS covers he once had to Fredrich Nietschze she was an avid reader. But he wanted her thoughts not her current TBR pile.

Mom called. Getting married again. Third time the charm or is it the fourth? It doesn’t matter. She believes in love enough for the both of us. Funny part is neither of us will ever experience it. .

Sad girl, with hidden secrets. Everyone should experience love and Duff worried that she never had anyone show her how to be loved.

He could-

Absolutely not get involved with his daughter's friend. That was not going to happen. He was the adult in this situation and he wasn’t going to-

A door opened and he heard the heavy footprints on the stairs

Shit. shit. Double shit.

He tucked the diary back, hoping it was Mae coming home. But of course the door opened as he was sitting on Kreighs bed. Her blue eyes narrowed as she stood there looking like sin.

The leather skirt she was wearing was so short that from where he was sitting he could see the flash of red of her velvet panties. She was wearing a t-shirt again, an Izzy Stradlin and The Ju Ju Hounds shirt because of course she had to own all the Stradlin stuff. When they had been talking about Guns N Roses she had made it clear she thought they were alright. Her word getting under his skin and making Duff go biking for a ten mile ride to try and get some of the anger out earlier this week.

“Is there going to be a wet spot in my sheets?” she asked as she threw her purse down, not seeming to care where it landed. Her cell phone went on the table by the bed as she toed off the flat leather boots she had worn out.

“Wet spot?” He asked as she rolled her eyes. Reaching around to unzip the back of her skirt as she slid it down, shimmying her hips in a way that had his eyes going left and right as he watched the movement of them.

“From your cum or tears? I don’t know which one is worse to be honest.” The leather hit the floor as she kicked it towards the pile of clothes that was getting out of hand.

Duff stood up, realizing just how short she was. He easily was over a foot taller than her but he had never trusted himself to be this close to her to realize the significance in their height difference.

Kreigh didn't seem to mind. She was reaching for the hem of her shirt, tugging it off and laying it on the end of her bed, like she actually cared about this piece of clothing. Something that made Duff want to curl it in his fist and toss it with the rest of her discarded things. But he couldn’t think because she was in front of him in nothing but a tiny red velvet thing with a matching bralette.

Shit.

His cock approved of her outfit very much. Once again making his mind go blank as he watched her stretch, a yawn on those painted red lips as she looked at him like he was in her way.

“No answer? I guess I’ll find out.” She slid, belly down on the bed, that full ass shaking as she moaned in appreciation as she got comfortable in the bed.

“You’re a brat.” he heard her soft chuckle, her head turning to look at him.

“And what are you going to do about it, daddy?” That fucking name. Fuck.

Duff grabbed her ankle, tugging it towards him as he pulled her towards the end of the bed, her little yelp of shock as he pulled her over his lap made him smirk. Glad that he had knocked her down a peg and caught her off guard.

“I’m going to teach you some respect.” It was the loudest whisper in the room as she settled across the black sweatpants of his lap right before his hand came down, smacking her ass as she stilled.

The way her flesh pinkened, the waves of her ass shaking as he smacked  the other cheek, liking how her hips pushed forward into his like she was trying to get away.

Her hands came back, trying to block him from spanking her but Duff was sliding her legs between his, pinning her hands on her lower back with one hand as he brought down his other hand in two consecutive smacks against that pretty little ass of hers.

“You’re not getting out of your spanking. You’ve been a very bad girl, Kreigh and it’s time that you learn how to be a good girl. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” He shouldn’t be speaking to her like this.

What if she told Grace that her dad was a pervert? What if she told someone else that he was spanking her?

“It hurts.” her words came out soft, a little sniffle in them as she squirmed. Duff slapped her a few more times, his hand coming down in hard smacks as her soft whines of pain mixed with teh skin on skin sounds before he stopped, rubbing the round globes of her ass.

“It’s supposed to hurt. That makes you realize that what you did is wrong. I can’t take it easy on you. You need to understand there are consequences to your actions.” He smacked the top of her thighs, his fingers hitting the spot between her legs.

A damp patch was growing there and he had to close his eyes, take a deep breath to think about what he was doing. Realizing she didn’t like the pain of being spanked but yet here she was, drenched from being spanked.

“Are you sorry for prancing around my house like a little tease? Wearing shorts you know better than wearing? Acting like a brat to me?” Each question came with a hard blow to her ass as she sobbed into the sheets, her tears were so fucking pretty. The mess she was making on the bed turning Duff on more than he could fathom.

She nodded her head prompting another few smacks to her ass for not using her words.

“I’M SORRY, DADDY. PLEASE. I’M SORRY!” The way she cried out her apology made Duff stop, his hand sliding up her ass, taking the sting out of her spanking, rubbing her lower back as she cried out, soft little sniffles into the sheets that she was making wet.

Bold he let his thumb hook into her panties, tugging them down to hang off her thighs as she made a whimper now, the way her pussy had wet little tendrils of her cum sticking to them as he pulled them down, her thighs trying to open more to show him what he was doing to her.

“Do you want to be a good girl now, Kreigh? Want me to make you cum after your spanking? Would you like that?” She nodded and got a smack to her pussy, “Words, Kreigh. I need you to use your words.” His thumb trailed through the wet slit as she made a sound of pleasure, trying to push up into his hand.

“Yes, please.”

Duff gave three sharp slaps to her pussy before moving her so she was laying in the bed and he was above her.

“Well too bad. You’re still a bad girl, Kreigh. Tomorrow if you want to be a good girl I can make you feel good but for now…goodnight.” He walked away from her, hearing the little brats whine, her feet kicking as he shut the door.

Maybe being single wasn’t the worst thing in the world

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Main 6 appearance headcanons cuz I'm once again bored :]

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Florida:

Hair: brown and damaged by bleach. Not that long, it covers about half the back of his neck. And he has a mullet cuz I said so.

Eyes: Light brown, but sometimes they look golden yellow if the sun hits em right.

Height: 5'9

Build: He has a fairly muscular build, probably due to the many times that he wrestled a gator.

Skin: I imagine him to be kinda tan. Reason one being, he's Spanish, and reason two being all the time he spends at the beach.

Nationality (or whatever I'm supposed to call it): Spanish/Puerto Rican.

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California:

Hair: he has messy ass brown hair. And he has the damn tiktok e-boy hair cut. He probably also has blonde highlights. I dont think about him a lot lmao.

Eyes: reddish brown. Red cuz fire and the redwood forests, and brown cuz idk.

Height: 6'4

Build: This man had Arnold Schwarzenegger as his governor and you think I'm not gonna make him buff as hell? Ha. That's cute. He pretty buff, but at the same time he's comfy cuddle with (Just ask York and Texas)

Skin: He has tan-ish skin, like he's a lil dark but also pale as hell.

Nationality: Mexican-American

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Gov:

Hair: fluffy brown hair that goes down to his shoulders. It just makes me wanna ruffle his hair and pet him like the f*cking wet soggy kitten of a man that he his. Id lose a finger tho. Worth it.

Eyes: he has one red eye and one blue eye cuz I said so. And his pupils dilate if he likes something. Also he has dark circles under his eyes cuz he doesn't sleep.

Height: 6'1

Build: he has a sort of slim build, but also he has some muscle in him. He barely weighs anything tho cuz he rarely eats and whenever he does, it is usually something small that provides no actual good vitamins and nutrition. He passes out a lot due to this and is half-forced to eat something that has actual vitamins and sh*t that he needs to fully operate properly.

Skin: he has rather fair skin cuz he spends the majority of his time in his office.

Nationality: So he's PA's kid, so I'm just gonna say that he's German/Dutch/English

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Texas:

Hair: dark brown curly hair that rests at his shoulders. Sometimes he allows Loui to put little gold/silver accessories and flowers in his hair. Its also hella soft and I just want to pet him like a dang dog and idgaf how weird that sounds.

Eyes: dark brown eyes that have a slight red glint to them if the light hits them properly.

Height: 6'5

Build: like California, he's also decently buff, but he's on the leaner/slim side. Cal definitely is able to throw this mf around like a ragdoll.

Skin: he has darkish-tan skin.

Nationality: Mexican/Puerto Rican/Vietnamese

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New York:

Hair: he has long-ish messy brown hair that reaches down a little bit past the nape of his neck. It is usually a complete wreck seeing as he wears the beanie most of the time, but it also somehow never gets matted and/or severely knotted. And it's really f*cking soft as well.

Eyes: his eyes are a light golden-honey brown. He also has doe eyes, so he is automatically adorable by default. Although he can barely see out of one of them cuz he got hit by a glass bottle.

Height: 5'10

Build: He is lanky af but it is somehow really strong. But he also weighs literally nothing and is adorable so he gets picked up out of nowhere alot. He loves hates it.

Skin: This boi is a mf vampire. He's pale as hell cuz he never goes outside. Tho it is easy to see when he's blushing.

Nationality: Dutch/English/Italian (cuz I said so)

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Louisiana:

Hair: he has long dark brown curly hair that goes down to the middle of his back. Sometimes, he will do his hair in braids/dreads and decorate it with beads, flowers, and other dainty little gold pieces. Whenever it's not done in braids/dreads, he usually keeps it all in a bun, ponytail or single braid.

Eyes: he has one green eye and one purple eye (they aren't extremely vibrant tho, they are kinda pale/pastel). He also has dark circles under his eyes cuz he rarely ever sleeps.

Height: 5'7

Build: Like NY, he is lanky af but is also really strong. He is also a victim of getting picked up and cuddled out of nowhere. He's just- so huggable.

Skin: he has darkish-brown skin

Nationality: African-American/French

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[cillianate]

dancin' round the kitchen, in the refrigerator light.

(gif is not mine, credit to owner!!!)

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: smoking (don't smoke, say no to drugs kids!!), nightmares, slight nudity, a mention of cancer, mentions of torture, mentions of murd3r, pretty much everything winter soldier.

summary: bucky wakes up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and aches to hold his girlfriend.

content type: blurb, one-shot

The bright red text on the digital clock read- 2:37 AM. Bucky sat up panting, his chest gleamed with sweat. As he breathed heavily, he became suddenly aware of the non-existent mellow breathing that would usually calm him down in a time like this. You weren't there. As he patted around the bed looking for you, he became increasingly worried.

Just as he got out of the bed to rummage the apartment for you, a cough comes from your balcony. Realization crossed over him. He padded his way over, donning only blue and white checkered boxers.

There you were, sitting on the railing of the balcony that over looked Brooklyn, a cigarette lodged between your index and middle finger. Your body was covered in goosebumps, made more prominent by your lack of clothing. Only your underwear and Bucky's 'The Smiths, Hatful of Hollow' T-Shirt covered your figure.

"Doll," he said, his voice coming out frailer than he had intended, "why are you up?"

"Buck. Sorry, did I wake you?" You had said, immediately putting out your cigarette.

"No its fine. I just had a nightmare. Woke up and you were gone." He calmed you. He strode to you slowly, planting his hands on your hips once he reached you.

"Oh, i'm so sorry, babe. Do you want to talk about it?" You apologized, gladly embracing him when he folded his head into your neck. The scruf he had grown over the last few months ticked your soft skin, making you let out a soft breath.

"No, it's fine. Same as usual, y'know? I get tortured, I kill someone. Whatever. Just wanted to hold you." He spoke, his deep voice rang through your body.

"It's not nothing, James. But I won't pester you. I'm here now for all of your holding needs." You responded. His eyes now looked into yours as he had separated his head from your neck.

He brought your foreheads together and said, "You should quit, those things are cancer machines."

"I know." And that was that. It was a conversation that had been brought up before, but the idea had always been that, an idea.

There, in the crisp fall air, Bucky held you for what felt like hours. The cold left both you long ago, the others body heat warming their counterpart plenty. The pair of you swayed back and forth as a silent oath of "I have you, and we'll be alright."

"We should head inside, just because I can't get sick doesn't mean I want you getting pneumonia." He said as he grabbed your rosy hand.

"But Buck, i'm not tired." You whined, as he all but dragged you back into the loft apartment.

"Well I didn't say we had to sleep, now did I, doll?" He said smugly, that smirk you'd come to know so well stretching over his tan face.

Bucky let go of your hand as he flicked on the small stereo that had found its place on your counter many months ago.

The soft lullaby of 'Graceland Too' by Phoebe Bridgers graced your ears, being the last song you had listened to from yours and Bucky's mix tape.

Bucky grabbed your waist softly, pulling you into his chest. You wrapped your arms gracefully around his neck as he swayed you slightly to the music.

For the next hour, you and Bucky danced around in the kitchen illuminated by the refrigerator light. Your serene moment soundtrack to songs you adored such as: All I Need To Hear by The 1975, False God by Taylor Swift, and Smoke Signals by Phoebe Bridgers. And though Bucky refused to admit he listened to anything other than Louis Armstrong, he silently loved them too.

Actually, he loved everything you loved. He loved you. He would shout it from any rooftop without being asked. You were his lifeline. The moment he met you, he promised himself he'd do anything to be able to hold you. Now that he could, he wouldn't be silent about it. And he wasn't.

"I love you." He whispered into your hair as he lulled you into relaxation.

"I love you too, Buck."

[desertfangs]

O Tannenbaum [AO3]

Armand/Lestat (primarily), with a hefty scoop of Armand/Daniel, a little dash of Lestat/Daniel, and a pinch of Armand/Louis & Louis/Lestat (all the ships exist, the fic just focuses more on some than others) Mature, Humor & Fluff + Sexy Kissing - 6,512 words Post-Canon/Prince Lestat Era

It's Armand and Lestat having a non-fight about something that does not matter at all except to them (who can decorate a Christmas tree better), with Daniel and Louis around to give them strong side-eye. Plus they make out and stuff. Merry Christmas!

This fic is definitely humorous, but it has some heartfelt moments, some sexy kissing and blood drinking, and shameless flirting. It was such a blast to write! I really love post-canon stuff with different groups of characters and Louis, Lestat, Armand, and Daniel have always felt like "the main four" to me and I just like them doing stuff together.

Excerpt:

Armand stood in the ballroom admiring the Christmas tree. It wasn’t quite as magnificent as the one at Rockefeller Center that always captivated him, but it was massive, rising up to skim the tall ceiling. It had been trimmed with lights and ribbons. Red and gold bows were strategically placed and silver and gold ornaments adorned the branches. The topper was an elegantly crafted three-dimensional star covered in glitter. 

Armand loved most holidays but Christmas had the best decorations, particularly in the modern era where everything was bright and shiny. He’d always adored it, though for a long time, he thought such decorations were a mortal ritual, one he had no right to partake of. 

He remembered staring at a tree in a hotel lobby in the early 1970s, demanding Daniel explain to him the significance of every ornament on the branches. Daniel, tired and exasperated, told him how ornaments could be personal or just colorful baubles. He’d been enamored with that tree and the warmth of the hotel lobby with its garlands and candles and fire in the fireplace. And he’d loved listening to Daniel talk about anything and everything, even if he'd hardly admit that to himself at the time. 

“Incredible, isn’t it?” Lestat’s voice echoed through the large room, pulling him back to the present. Lestat was incapable of making a soft entrance. Instead, he burst forth, moving next to Armand with preternatural speed. 

He wore a red sweater and that ridiculous golden crown on his head, as if anyone might possibly forget that he was the Prince. His hair was whiter these days, bleached from so many trips into the sun, which also tanned his skin. For creatures that largely did not change, it was strange how different he looked now then when they’d first met. Lestat had been new in the blood then, with bone white skin and golden blond hair.

“I’d wager it’s the best Christmas tree in the world,” Lestat continued. 

“You’d lose,” Armand said. 

Lestat pouted and Armand had to hold his expression steady so he didn’t laugh. “What makes you say that? You’re the one staring at it.” 

“It’s beautiful but it lacks personality.” 

Lestat clutched his heart melodramatically. “Such cruelty. It has my colors. Gold and red! It’s stunning. You’re just jealous my tree has reached such levels of elegance. I doubt you could do something so glorious.” 

Armand glared at him. Lestat had seen Armand's efforts in the past, of course. But to remind him, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos until he found a photo of last year’s tree at Trinity Gate. He and Daniel had decorated it, though Armand had chosen most of the adornments. It was colorful, with rainbow lights and a silver ribbon snaking over the branches to reflect them, and full of a variety of ornaments, some of sentimental value and others purely for decoration. 

He showed the image to Lestat, who looked at it and then shrugged. “It’s a matter of preference, I suppose.” 

“Preference? Mine is clearly superior and it’s my design. You didn’t lay a finger on this one.” Armand gestured to the tree. “Your little helpers did it all and you still want to take the credit.” 

Lestat’s grin faltered and he looked wounded. Armand ignored the pang of guilt that rang through him. Lestat was the one insisting he was the best at things all the time! It wasn’t Armand’s fault if he could prove him wrong. 

The cloud passed over his face and then that sinister grin returned. “You’re right.” 

Armand nearly fell over. “What?” 

“I did not design this tree myself. I’m busy with important duties to protect our kind,” Lestat said. “But if you wish for me to prove that I can do better than you, fine. Challenge accepted.”

Armand sighed. “It wasn’t a challenge.” 

Lestat wasn’t listening. He took Armand’s arm and pulled him out of the ballroom. 

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[gaymoustache]

i'm really looking forward to reading what you're working on sounds very interesting... can't wait ! of course it would be very nice to read the draft you have!!!

Thank you! Sorry I meant to post this earlier but time slipped away from me. Here is a snippet from the draft, which is inspired by Joni Mitchell’s album “The Hissing of Summer Lawns,” and various other influences, especially Harry’s lyricism on his past two albums. Hope you like it.

Centerpiece

Everytime Louis was in bed with him, he would brush away the crust from the corners of his eyes and kiss the soft scruff above his lips and say, “You’re alright?” And Harry would mumble, “Yes,” and he would kiss his lips and say, “I love you, H,” and Harry would smile a real smile and say, “I love you too… more…” and fall asleep before they exchanged any other words.

And he would wake up in that state again— a dream. Laying back on the bed, he feels light as a feather, as if he is part of the cotton gingham sheets, a ghost kicking his legs up and letting the fabric puff up and fall gently back onto his naked body. Flesh and bones feel lighter this way. When he sits up he’s a plant growing, propagating itself, limbs stretching out from his body like vines and leaves. It’s daylight afterall, a blue London morning, and Harry feels nothing in his chest of dread like he sometimes does when he’s awake.

In this flowery state of mind, he drifts down the stairs to the kitchen, where Louis would be cooking horrendous pancakes and pretending like he was doing something right. Harry, in fuzzy pale pink slippers shaped like bunny rabbits, which match the hot pink carpet of his stairs. His hair brushes the tops of his shoulders like how it used to feel years go, back when he finished growing it out, when he still felt like a kid.

He could never fully decipher how it could all feel so real. The soft touch of his feet pressing into the hardwood floors, the carpet on the stairs, brushing his fingers through his long hair, holding his body in his hands like it hasn’t changed since 22. Smelling the butter and eggs from the butchered breakfast, touching and feeling Louis’s warmth and hearing his morning voice.

“G’morning,” he says, sliding a final misshapen pancake onto a ready-made stack of them, and like a movie the motion seemed practiced.

“Hi,” Harry greets, smiling when Louis wraps his arms around his waist and kisses his cheek.

“Don’t you look lovely this morning,” Louis rasps, nose tickling his neck. That's something Harry’s brain recognizes from real life— this feeling of domesticity. It’s familiar. It’s never gone away. “How'd you sleep, hm?” Kissing his collarbone, making the hair on his arms stand up.

“Alright.” Harry doesn’t say, I’m sleeping right now, though he’s aware of it, just dimly aware of it.

“Y’magazine came in the mail.” Louis lets Harry go, arm slipping off from around his middle to gesture at the end of the countertop, where an issue of House and Garden lay wrapped up in its plastic still.

Am I a wife again? Harry wonders briefly, but answers his own thoughts by looking down at his body, which looks almost the same as it always does. Less muscly, maybe. His arms, tattooed and big around the biceps when he bends them, but delicate around the wrists and hands. And every time he looks down at his legs they look how they always do: thin, long, tan like matchsticks. A gap between them, knees often knocked together on impulse. His shoulders are still broad from the back when he takes the chance to look in a mirror in the next room, to see himself fully in this new, complete form. Himself, but not really himself. An idealized version of it, like how his body sometimes feels when he’s done meditating for an hour.

Some part of him helplessly hoped that it would be a recurring dream, waking up in this world as a woman like the first time he started having them. Feeling it as a real, genuine thing, not just some daydreams he conjured when he was too confused to articulate what he really wanted.

Despite not being a female as he half-expected he would be when he drifted off to sleep, he still feels different in this body than the one that rests, unshowered in his and Louis’s bed. He feels clean, lighter, without a weight on his shoulders that he’s been trying to shrug off since the tour ended. What he really liked about feeling a new body was his face. He touched it obsessively, feeling the softness of his cheeks. In real life, he hasn’t had the energy to shave in days. Here, he has only the softness of the skin of a peach, that soft skin above his lip— brownish-blonde hair he didn't mind seeing and feeling. Other times in this dream state, he’d be completely smooth, with not even the ghost of it there. His cheeks seemed fuller, jaw softer, the consequences of finally eating real food, made from home. Maybe that would happen in real life, he thought, when he woke up again.

After eating the pancakes Harry’s body drifts back over to the magazine, gliding in his slippers over the kitchen floor. The cover—a photograph of open French windows that lead to a glowing patio— sticks in his mind like its pages were gluey. He lays it out flat on the table as Louis washes the dishes behind him. Fingers brushing over the glossy paper, flicking until he finds a spread of a flowery garden. A saturated meadow, green Technicolor fields, and a set of white wicker chairs and tables sitting right in the center of it all. And a girl who looks just like him, with hair just as long, drinking from a tea cup of china. Watching the kids play in the yard.

When he finishes loading the dishwasher, Louis settles warm hands on Harry’s waist. Kissing his neck, whispering words into his ear about making love, having children. Things they wanted. Things they could do on this time off, until one of them inevitably had to leave again.

Harry leans back into the warm touch, into his bed, burrowing himself in the dream as long as he could if only to bask in the feeling of himself living a life he’d wanted for too long.

[thedevilinmybrain]

pt.2 of the innocent harry, girl zourry sleepover 🙏

Link to Part 1

Link 2 under cut because of explicit/long content

It's warm in the bedroom now, only the fairy lights illuminating the bed and keeping the corners darkened. Harry doesn't think she can focus on anything anyways, nothing other than the trembling of her legs, thighs sticky with her own mess, the wet spot under her. She feels soft, open and gaping, shivering as Zayn rubs a finger teasingly over her lips. She's aching down there, came so many times, so much until Louis had finally finished her off the last time, left her to collapse back into the bed as Louis had trailed kisses up her stomach, over her breast, and then up to Harry's mouth - made her open up so she could taste her own juice on Louis' tongue.

"You're such a good girl, Harry." Louis grins, soft and soothing, petting a hand along the soft skin of Harry's stomach. "You squirted so much for me. Made me all messy. I should make you clean me up."

"Felt good." Harry is a little distracted by the way Louis' nipples are pressing through the thin fabric of her Donny jersey. Without thinking, Harry leans over, fits the nub into her mouth, sucks on it through the fabric.

"Oh, she's eager." Zayn snickers above them. Sometime in the middle of Zayn fingering Harry and Louis taking her place, Zayn had stripped and pulled her long hair back, the hand now playing with Harry reaching between her own legs.

"Fuck, that true?" Louis asks, legs Harry's weight carry over until she's collapsed on her back. "You eager to learn something, Harry?"

"I-" Pulling back, Harry bites the tip of her finger looking between the girls. She's not even sure how she got this far, but her body feels good and she wants more, feels the space between her thighs getting tender for it.

"Come on, don't be shy." Kneeling beside Harry, Zayn reaches over and pulls her into a soft kiss, grips her ass in one hand. Harry whines at the rough treatment, reaching her own hand up to flick Zayn's nipple in return.

"Ah! You're getting bold now." Zayn hisses, then reaches forward, taking Louis' ankle in one hand and pushing her legs open. She's not wearing anything under the jersey and they both get a good look at Louis' parted lips, her soft pink core. She's wet too, matting up the blond curls there, close cut and pretty.

"Harry," Louis murmurs, pushing her hand down her stomach, cupping over herself. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." Harry answers immediately, nodding her head. "I just-"

"Don't worry, sweet girl. I'll teach you to eat Louis' cunt." Zayn grins, leans in to kiss Harry again. "Something tells me you'll be a quick study."

Zayn uses her grip on Harry's back to push her forward, get her down on her hands and knees as they both fit between Louis' tan legs. She's got a little stubble on the inside of her thighs, a missed spot from shaving, and Harry rubs her cheek against it as Zayn immediately licks Louis from front to back. It's clear she's done this before, her blackened nails gently pushing Louis further open, kissing sweetly over her clit.

"Harry," Zayn mutters, licks again and then motions for Harry to get closer. They share a quick, dirty sort of kiss themselves before Zayn grips Harry's chin and turns her face into Louis' cunt. She's so warm, so soft against Harry's mouth, perfect as Harry fits her lips around Louis' clit and kisses, then sucks, tonguing over and listening to the delicious sort of moan that falls out of Louis' open mouth.

"That's it." Zayn praises softly, grins and kisses Harry's cheek. "We're going to be her favorite girls."

[afxckingsensitivebxcth]

AU:Liu, Jeff, and Jane as Filipino Headcanons

(+𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬)

Today is my Country's Independence day so what better way to celebrate it than by making headcanons of my Top 3 Creepypastas? Without furtherado, LEZZGOO!

(Ps: This is Before The Incident)

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: Might Contain Toxic Mindsets, that others might find Offensive, Pls read on your own discretion.

• Jeff and Liu's Names are Jefferson Ferrer Cruz, and Alexus Louies Cruz IV. Lou (Liu) got his name from their ancestors of the first generation and he's the 4th to earn the name. whilst Jeff's name came from his father's name variant. Jane's full name is Janeanne Rivera. (Janeanne's name is pronounced as "Ja•neh•yan" Instead of the Common "Jeyn•An") Jane got her name from her father's name and Mother's name combined.

(🇵🇭 Funfact #1: Filipinos often gets creative when naming their children. sometimes, they follow a Name heirloom or combine each others name to form a new one.)

• Jeff and Liu are Catholics. They came from a strict Catholic Household. They were baptized, and became sacristans [church servers] at the age of 8. However, the two are NOT devoted. they were forced to join a ministry ever since young, as a form of Disciplining them and molding them to be religious at a young age.

(🇵🇭 Funfact #2: In the Philippines, Some Filipino parents WILL force their religions on their children, and will NOT allow them to change religions, or else they'll be 'disowned'. this is a form of discipline, to easily convince, and mold them to their respective beliefs.)

• Jane on the other hand, came from a strict Christian household. there were barely no difference, other than the fact that her family doesn't believe in saints and don't own any. Nonetheless, she's raised as a "Little Miss Perfect" by her parents, and Can NEVER disobey the rules. If she did, She is punished both Verbally and Physically.

(🇵🇭 Funfact #3: Most punishments for disobedience in the Philippines are brutal. Some examples are; Kneeling in Salt for hours, Whipping your back with a piece of woods, or worse, a stingray's tail, melting candle wax in your legs, and many more. it may sound funny when explained, but in reality, it's very painful, especially for those who still experience it.)

• Jeff's Personality is Loud and Extroverted but very friendly. He has more friends than Lou (Liu) and Jane combined, but He's not afraid too bruise his knuckles for a few punches. Lou (Liu) on the other hand, is Quiet, Shy, but Intimidating. Although he looks scary, he's a peace maker and would avoid trouble as much as possible. Jane is Soft spoken, Loving, and Calm. She's often taken advantage because of this, but she knows how to take petty revenge without her identity exposed. So she barely gets angry.

• Because of Jeff being Extroverted and Adventurous, he has a naturally tanner skin than Liu as he's more exposed to the sun. Lou's (Liu) Skin is as Pale as snow, and so does Jane because of the two being an inside *introverted* person.

(🇵🇭 Funfact #4: Unlike Americans, Filipinos have a natural Tan when exposed to the sun. A Filipino's Skin can adapt to their whether. On summer, most filipinos are Tan because of their skin being exposed to the sun. On Low temperatured wheather however, they turn pale. this also have the same effect when a person goes out more or not. Liu and Jane stayed inside their house more, and because they don't get enough sunlight, they are naturally pale.)

• Because they're close neighbors, the 3 became great friends, and so does their Families. Because of the Strict household the 3 grew up in, they were all secretive and rebellious towards their parents. Jane's Parents trust both Jeff and Lou (Liu) around Jane because other than being neighbors, the Twins knew how to talk their way out of anything. (Lou *Liu* can Manipulate his way out of any given trouble, while Jeff's Good at Sweet-Talking.) The Cruz (Woods) Family also very much LOVES Jane because of how "perfect" she is. and so, the 3 uses each other as excuses to leave their toxic households at any Given time.

(🇵🇭 Funfact #5: Filipino Teens, especially those that are raised strictly, are naturally good at keeping secrets and analyzing their sorroundings. *Not just teens actually, almost All asians out there.)

(🇵🇭 Funfact #6: Filipino neighbors are naturally friendly with eachother. You can easily befriend them by approaching them and talking to them. Or just a small nod as a way of greeting a neighbor can easily gain trust to both sides. HOWEVER, when Religions are involved, Especifically between Lovers, A Catholic and a Christian are NOT allowed to be Lovers. And Arguments might occured.)

[c2-eh]

I HAD MY MORNING THOUGHT AND IT WAS SO RANDOM (i dont want to suffer alone so you need to hear it too😅)

so what if- carlos doing the 'i made you look ' tiktok trend (persuaded by his sister, ofc) and when the lyrics goes 'but i'm hotter when my morning hair is a mess' he ruffled his soft messy hair back and carlos grining teasingly into camera--and we have Charles just choked watching the whole video🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

this took forever and I could have just answered, but I wanted to write this little something for you, so i hope you enjoy aksksks. Idk what is it with me writing silly fics, but anywaaaay.

After the whole day of being busy — training with Andrea to not get out of shape, grocery shopping, doing sim race, playing piano and million other things — Charles finally had time to scroll through everything he missed in the day.

So far, nothing much.

He was sitting on his couch in compromised position, his chin touching his chest. He was aware his neck is most likely gonna hurt tomorrow, but that's fine. It won't last, after all the training he endures.

His thumb was moving up and down in the same motion, as he was mindlessly diving deeper into his tiktok, not really paying attention to anything that showed up.

Until he saw Carlos' face show up on his screen.

Meghan Trainor's song filled the silent living room of Charles' flat, making him more alert. He moved upwards to sit straighter and focus on his phone, his eyes not leaving his phone screen.

The video started with Carlos wearing the plain grey t-shirt, as he mouthed the lyrics of the song.

I could have my Gucci on (Gucci on)

Charles watched Carlos move his very hairy arm over the screen, creating a transition to him wearing a button up with a blazer on top. Charles' brain stopped functioning for a minute, his eyes trying to see things outside the frame, which is quite impossible. He was visible only from his chest up, but it did not take anything away from his beauty.

I could wear my Louis Vuitton

Charles wasn't done inspecting Carlos in his suit on the screen, when he saw the flash of his hand moving up and down and suddenly, he was wearing his race suit. Charles isn't sure if race suit is worth a Louis Vuitton status, but if anyone would call it that, it's Carlos.

No matter how many times Charles has seen Carlos in his Ferrari race suit, it still made the butterflies flutter in his stomach. There is something about him in red, that makes him so sexy, that Charles is unable to look away.

But even with nothin' on

Bet I made you look (I made you look)

Well and with this, he indeed made everyone look. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), his whole body wasn't visible, only his shoulders and the top of his chest, but it was clear Carlos was shirtless. "Well, obviously," Charles scoffed internally at himself.

Carlos' tanned skin looked delicious and Charles wanted to run his hands over his shaved sculpted chest.

Yeah, I look good in my Versace dress (take it off)

Charles has never seen this trend on his for you page, but he was hooked. It was probably only because of Carlos, not the idea of it, but anyway. In this frame, Carlos had a dark blue sweater on with white shirt underneath. He looked stunning. He was still mouthing the lyrics, although with a little difficulty. All Charles could focus on was his plump bottom lip he wanted to bite so bad.

But I'm hotter when my morning hair's a mess

Plain white t-shirt was what Carlos had on. Charles could see him ruffle his hair to the words of the song and his brain malfunctioned in that exact second. His beautiful dark brown locks tousled in every direction and his veiny hand buried in them did it for Charles.

He was aware of his attraction for his teammate, but he was always collected, when it came to his little — or maybe not so little actually — crush. Although, he sometimes let the heart eyes or unnecessary touches slip, he was good. He was proud of himself for controlling himself and not blurting his every thought at Carlos.

But now? Charles was doomed.

Thank god he was alone, because if someone was with him right now, they for sure would get concerned for his well-being, hearing the same part of the song playing over and over again, while he was staring at the blank point on ceiling.

Charles shook his head and grabbed his phone back into his hands. He looked at the caption, something about Carlos' sister initiating it and so on. Upon opening the comment section, Charles was met with multiple comments from fan accounts and people literally thirsting over Carlos.

The Spaniard knows what he's doing.

With shaky fingers hovering over the screen, he typed a comment, his brain not really processing what he was doing.

Mate, we should have done this together. Could be more fun 😘

Just as he taps on the little red circle with white arrow, he regrets it. Charles' fingers freeze, hovering over the screen, his black and white profile picture staring mockingly at him.

The emoji is inappropriate. But Charles is known for putting weird emojis in his captions, right? No harm done.

No wait, he should delete it, PR won't be happy. And the tone is suggestive.

He must have been lost in his mind for couple moments, because as he looks back — the stupid song still playing — he sees multiple likes and replies under his comment.

Fuck.

[berlinini]

show 28 is already off to a good start with (low quality) shirtless content and the show isn’t even until tomorrow 🙏

St Augustine was show #28!!!

Nonetheless, tomorrow looks promising…. I want to say all this lounging and tanning will bring out the whore antics but at the same time he hasn’t been babygirling on main since like Vancouver… it’s an indoor venue so he might just be soft and rested Louis…

Bets?

[seekforwarmth]

one line, one fic

i was tagged by the wonderful @boosbabycakes28 (thank you!) to pick 10 of my fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line and share it. now, i’ve only posted 9 fics so that’s the number of people i’m going to tag as well. :)

lying close to you: “What can you possibly want, Louis?” Harry snapped. “Embarrassing me on the phone with your sister wasn’t enough, so you decided to do it in front of your students, too?”

until you’re home: “I love every part of you, honey. I’m gonna make you feel good. You’d like that?”

Thank you, five.: “I’m very happy with King George, I believe this role was made for me, so you can stop worrying about me trying to steal your spotlight because I don't want it, I can make my own.”

beg me silently: “You’re shaking, baby. So eager for it, aren’t you?” He goes back to kiss Louis, going for a soft spot on his neck this time.

more than that: “Tu vas être gentil avec maman et papa, hm?” He hugs her as if he doesn’t want to let go and it makes Harry’s heart break a little.

Monday: And it doesn’t help Louis’ case that Harry is annoyingly attractive, all broad and toned with several dark tattoos adorning his big, tanned arms…Okay, not the point.

reckless behaviour: “And don’t get mad because I think you’re great and I really admire you but Kostas is now my favourite.”

Needle: He didn’t feel protected when—blinded by resentment and maliciousness—she shredded his love to pieces, leaving him completely destroyed and for Louis to find the remnants when he arrived home from the market hours later.

over my shoulder: Suddenly, a pang on the right side of his neck makes him frantically get up and go straight looking for a mirror.

this was fun! if you feel like it, please share yours. i’m tagging @allwaswell16, @falsegoodnight, @sunbellylou, @vogueharrystan, @thepolourryexpress, @alltheselights, @smittenwithlouis, @butyouneverdo, @linhuine. <3