#dom louis fics

[lesbians4armand]

i really do love the daniel x fake rashid dynamic just for how delicious the power dynamics are. the assumed age gap and servitude putting daniel in a position of power that he is not really in at all in dubai in a house of a vampire. but that same assumed dynamic giving “rashid” knowledge that daniel does not have as the personal assistant to a vampire, who is fed on by him, and as daniel assumes, he also sleeps with. Daniel is jealous of this proximity to louis but jealous of “rashid” himself as well, wondering how he tastes.

then of course, the fact this is all a premise. Daniel is in no position of power at all, hes being played with, toyed with, all his private comments and desires are transparently observed by not one but two vampires that have the power of life and death over him.

but they ALLOW this, they allow daniel’s perceived power, his desire, putting themselves in a false submission to him as both an interviewee and a servant, letting him feel this power as a taste, but every time he gets comfortable in it, reminding him that its a game. wonderful truly

[platoapproved]

#barely restraining myself from writing a tag essay about dom louis #trying to have some dignity we don't need dignity we need a tag essay about dom louis 🍽 pretty please

😳….. Dom Louis…….. very hot…..

Ok I will try but none of this is gonna be original or eloquent.

I think so much of it comes down to Jacob Anderson’s performance and how charismatically he plays Louis. His arc is so satisfying because he gradually comes into his own in terms of his confidence and acceptance of his sexuality. Him embracing his desires both in terms of wanting men but also specifically enjoying a particular role within a D/s dynamic is compelling to me.

So many things make the idea of Dom Louis appealing imho. He is very observant, very focused on caring for others, very focused also on control. In his regular life that often manifests in unhealthy ways as control over himself, so I can see how controlling others in a kink context would be a relief/ outlet. He imho has a craving for respect after being disrespected so much in his life. He can be possessive and proud, and seems to struggle when trying to reconcile his empathy and ethics with his (undesired but I believe present) enjoyment of causing pain. This becomes a nightmare mess when it comes to him feeding himself as a vampire. But in a sexual context where he could feel sure the pain he was causing was actually desired? Hell yeah.

Idk I’m sure others have thoughts on this that are much more nuanced and interesting than mine. In summary and most crucially: dom louis hot. 🔥🔥🔥

[louisplumpyass]

kiss me once, choke me thrice

"You are my daddy, nobody else's," Harry whines, his neck bent backwards with the force of the tug and the hold Louis has on him. 

Kissing a trail down his jaw, Louis presses his lips on Harry's ear, "I am all yours, baby. But, I need to take care of my other girls too.” Louis moves his face in front of his, smiling wickedly, “As you said, I am their daddy after all."

"No way you're entertaining this behaviour." Harry winces loudly and bucks his hips when Louis yanks his hair harder. 

"You know how I am. I love spoiling my girls." 

new!fic, oneshot <3

[rockstarlwt28]

Glitz, Glammer, Top Hats, Cigars and Suits

Louis Tomlinson x Dominic [Dom] Harrison [Yungblud]

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‘Something like that,’ he teases gently. Their eyes meet. ‘Summer’s dream, you say?’

He hums. ‘You are the summer's dream in question.’

A longing of stares welcomingly forces their lips to gently curve upwards. Louis swirls the refreshment. It sloshes over the ice cubes, lightly sprinkling the rim. Dom silently drains half of his glass, the fingers on his free hand discreetly twirling and twisting around Louis’. Their linking of fingers falls from over his thigh, to the gap between their semi-partes thighs. The cool upholstery contrasts against the heat building between them.

‘A summer's dream is not complete without flowers in full bloom, colours adorned as far as the eye can see,’ Louis whispers.

written for @louisrarepairfest

[take-a-cchonce]

Get Out of My Kitchen - Part 1/2

Dom!Louis x Sub!Harry

(T) (1.1k)

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

OR

The one where Harry has had it with his husband interrupting him, but he isn't having any of his cheek.

Tags: Established relationship, canon, Louis overreacting, Dom!Louis X Sub!Harry (mildly at the end), tw swearing, tw sexual implications, harry’s bald ig?

“Could you please not?” Harry huffed out as Louis bumped against him for the third time in the last five minutes, leaning up to get a mug from the cupboard for the shorter man, handing it to him with a grimace. “ ‘S my last cuppa,” Louis said solemnly, widening his eyes at the younger man, well aware he would be back in a few minutes. 

“It was supposed to be the last cookie. And the last spoonful of dough. And-”

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties all in a twist, lad,” Louis chuckled, shooting Harry a shit-eating grin as he purposely bumped into him on his way out, ducking out of the doorway with a yelp when Harry reached out with flour covered hands. “The game’s back on. And- there’s smoke coming from the oven,” He pointed out, sticking his head back in, laughing under his breath as Harry rushed over and brought out a large pan of slightly too-brown cake. 

“Oh that looks great, if a little burnt. Don’t mind if I do,” Louis chuckled, walking back in and riffling through the drawers for a fork. “I very much do mind, Lewis.” Harry narrowed his eyes at the older man, slapping his hand away when he reached for the cake, “It’s for dessert this evening. Now, go,” He said through gritted teeth, bodily pushing his husband out of the room, ignoring his pleas and protests.

Harry sighed as he laid the cake on the cooling rack, making a note to shave off the browned exterior. He loved having the rest of the boys over, loved cooking for them, and loved Louis even more, but his husband was a handful sometimes, he thought, chuckling internally. He cracked the window open, letting some of the smoke out as he got working on the petit fours, putting some strawberries in a bowl full of cold water as he whipped up some cream, humming a little tune to himself. 

Barely ten minutes had passed and Louis had already made two more trips into the kitchen, one to fill up his mug again and another to put a bag of popcorn into the microwave. He hadn’t exactly said anything to Harry, but Harry knew exactly what he was up to and made sure to squint at him in the most intimidating way he could (which wasn’t too intimidating, apparently, considering how the older man always burst into laughter at his expression).

He was grating up some parmesan onto the lasagna he had already layered with ricotta and mozzarella, thoughts lingering jokingly on how much easier his life would be, not if Louis could actually come and help (he was a hopeless romantic, but not that hopeful) but if he didn’t have to practically fend Louis off like- like he used to fend off Dusty when he would pile food into her dish. He giggled to himself at the absurd image of Louis as a cat that popped up in his mind, quickly glancing at the clock. They still had a while before the boys would come, and knowing them, they wouldn’t exactly be on the minute. 

Harry was wrapping up the parmesan and placing it in the fridge but he turned and saw Louis standing by the tray, shreds of cheese stuck to his fingers as he quickly hid them, looking like a child caught stealing cookies and for one moment Harry had the irrational urge to burst into laughter- but that quickly dissipated when Louis pinched some more cheese up, holding his gaze insolently as he put it in his mouth. 

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Get. Out. Of. My-”

Harry stopped midway, words disappearing from his mind as Louis came up to him, locking both his wrists in a single fluid motion, gripping them tightly on either side as he locked him against his own body. The expression on Louis’ face could only be described as hungry, and Harry shivered slightly, the cold edge of the counter digging into his waist where his shirt had ridden up.

Louis tutted, dramatically raising an eyebrow, “You’re asking me to get out? In that tone? ‘S not a very nice thing to say. I’m just here trying to show how much I appreciate your cooking and you’re being… so rude,” Louis sighed deeply and despite his nonchalant tone, Harry almost felt the atmosphere in the room shift and it sent a bolt of arousal through him. 

Harry was in half a mind to be mouthy, break out of his grip and talk back to him, it wouldn’t have been an effort at all; but one look at Louis’ face, pupils already blown wide, swallowing the blue around them, jaw set as he pouted slightly had him reconsider, slipping easily into their roles. “I- I was just- wanted to cook well and yo-” 

“Y’know, we have about an hour.” Louis interrupted, the soft smile on his face completely at odds with his tone, leaning in until his lips were close enough to Harry’s ear for him to feel his warm breath, causing goosebumps to run down his side. “I don’t want excuses, love. You were using your mouth too much…” he tutted, lifting Harry’s chin with his finger to catch his gaze.

Harry had unknowingly trapped his bottom lip between his teeth and Louis gently pushed at it with his thumb, still intently staring at the younger man. “Would’ve liked to just bend you over right here, use that fucking spoon on you- show you what you get for talking back,” he whispered, tongue darting out to wet his lips and Harry’s gaze caught on them, feeling blood rush south, knees weak as he already regretted not thinking before he spoke, feeling a tingle of excitement despite the apprehension swirling in his gut.

“Eyes up here.” Louis said shortly, “Bedroom, now. You have exactly five minutes, y’know what to do,” He brushed his thumb across Harry’s lips, the unsaid ‘or else’ hanging heavy in the air, smirking as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Harry struggling to catch his breath as he rushed off, all thoughts of cooking out the window.

Part 2 here

Or

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[bottomhaztoplou]

sit pretty, good kitty (3k) by DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry // bottomhaztoplou | @paranormalbabydoll

Written for the @1d-oneliner-fest!

Louis treats his Kitten to an afternoon of fun.

Read it here on AO3!

(Collage info: Collage made by me on Canva using pictures from Pexels and Google.)

[lunarheslwt]

For you, I would fall from grace

written by @lunarheslwt

"You're hard", Louis observed casually, like it was a comment on the weather.

An odd, choking noise left Harry at being surveyed so closely, at Louis' gaze lingering on his hard cock clearly outlined through his boxers. To make matters worse, the image of his daddy - dressed sharply in his suit, hair coiffed to perfection, looking the very epitome of dominant - eyeing him with a teasing smirk, was a lot. Harry felt his brain turn to pure static.

"Well how could I not," he managed, aiming for flippant but the words falling as desperate.

"Aw. It's not my fault that you get turned on by servicing me, doll.”

Or, when asked what he wanted for his birthday, Harry had just one request; he wanted to be used and to be useful. Louis was only happy to indulge him. A day of service ensued.

14k | E | PWP/Smut | Service kink au | Moodboard by me, all pictures belong to original creators and owners

Read here.

[starryhaze28]

pancakes for two

by starryhaze (5.2k)

“Gonna open you up now baby honey okay?” Louis says, letting go of Harry's hand and then suddenly the sweet smell of maple syrup invades Harry's senses. Louis wouldn't? Or would he?

Harry isn't left in the dark for long because Louis places something on the counter and when Harry checks, he sees that it is indeed the maple syrup bottle. Harry can't help the moan he lets out, pushes his bum out begging for Louis to touch him.

or the one where Louis calls Harry his good pancake

[pynkhues]

SOPHIE WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

that little tidbit of bdsm! au "you never actually write"... this is so fucking cruel i just can't deal I CAN'T

whoooh, hope we'll see a d/s loustat from you in some other iteration tho. please please PLEASE

(x)

LOOK, I'm not saying never, but also not right now, hahaha.

[highfunction]

I wrote this. It’s not very good, the beginning is awkward, it definitely picks up around the third chapter. Matt meets Harry in chapter 7, and he’s together with him and Louis for the first time in chapter 15. It’s super smutty and fluffy and wholesome. Not a lot of conflict, definitely some angst.

It’s the first time I’ve written literally anything ever, so be gentle. It was originally supposed to be short and raunchy, but I got in my feels lol.

I was conflicted about writing it and posting it, I don’t mean any disrespect. But as silly as it is, it’s the first time I’ve felt passionate about anything in literal years.

Hope someone somewhere enjoys it.

[narrycherries]

hi all! thank you so much for participating in the Google form survey! I’ve closed it. I got a lot of responses (way more than I expected)! ❤️🫶🏻 stay tuned for new writings and updates for current works!

[jlf23tumble]

hiya jen! hope you’re doing well. have you got any dom louis fic recs that aren’t hl?

Hmmmm, most of my bookmarks have them together or them with other people, but if you don't want Harry there at ALL, I think I'd rec the very recent let's get naked and explore (our inner secrets)...other zouis fic might work, too? Most louis/others aren't labeled as such, and more's the pity

[rockstarlwt28]

THURSDAY TEASER

‘A personal serenade?’ Louis queries, taken aback. 

He watches Dom wordlessly confirm his suspicion; tugging at the edges of his waistcoat once seated in front of the instrument. The teacup balances on the far corner; the liquid mostly drained. Fingers poise above the keys and a breath of composure is released. His eyes flutter closed all while his fingertips tickle the ivories. It's a calming melody, the pitching of tones complimenting the next. 

Their eyes meet, though the flow in ambience remains. Louis is astounded by the natural ability. His complimentary applause and whistles on the final note cause Dom's cheeks to faintly taint.

‘A kiss would have sufficed, though the award-winning applause, mimicking a whole room of people exceeded any expectations I could have ever imagined,’ Dom compliments, residing his hands at Louis’ hips once heightened in posture. 

written for @louisrarepairfest

[take-a-cchonce]

Get Out of My Kitchen - Part 2/2

Dom!Louis x Sub!Harry

(E) (2.1k)

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

OR

The one where Harry has had it with his husband interrupting him, but he isn't having any of his cheek.

Tags: Louis overreacting (even more), explicit sexual content, spanking, Louis calls Harry names, use of sex toys, orgasm denial, edging, coming untouched, blowjobs

Read on AO3 or Wattpad

[allwaswell16]

.

[purpleph4se]

devotion

armand x reader

warnings | smut, afab!reader, dom armand, fingering, praise, possessiveness, one mention of cheating sorta kinda? (we all know louis and armand’s relationship i mean would u call it cheating if it was open idfk)

a/n | 70s armand save me, save me 70s armand. so i finished iwtv in the span of one week and i can say i forgive armand for all his crimes, he’s just a girl <3 there is such a devastating lack of fics for my botticelli angel im here to mend that !!! i know i made that little post a while ago and i finally finished the fic i hope yall enjoy <3 crossposted on my ao3

part 2 here <3

“show me,”

his voice was a purr loud enough just for you to hear. you sat between his legs, chest pressed against the handsome stranger you met at the bar who managed to lure you into his home. “please yourself for me..” he usually doesn’t play with his food but the sight of your lips hung open, and the sound of your moans, he couldn’t help himself.

mesmerized by his voice, you trail your hand over your clothed sex finding the fabric had been soaked through. you shift to slip them off, a twinge of embarrassment making your face burn. you forced your legs apart, your head lolling back onto armand’s shoulder as your hand glided through your slick cunt.

“just like that, my love, make yourself feel good for me,” he whispered as he traced the curves of your body, stopping right at the dip of your hips. his grip on you was firm, as his lips left warm kisses on your neck. his touch was so precise yet so desperate to feel as much as possible of you.

“pl-please, touch me” you begged between whimpers, your legs were trembling as you could feel pleasure starting to bubble up uncontrollably. it was so overwhelming to feel like he was devouring you with his eyes, and touch. his praises were like fire flowing throughout your body as he consumed every cell of your body.

he hummed at your words, the utter desperation that he could feel seeping out of you made him want to fuck you without restraint, but he denied himself just to torture you.

“just my fingers, nothing more..” armand offered, he felt you tremble in anticipation forcing his hard cock against your lower back. you craved to feel him inside you, and he knew. 

armands breath tickles your ear as he slides two of his fingers over your slit. you squirm a bit as he ghosts just over your clit, his voice mumbling something about you being dripping for him. 

“thank y-you,” whispered again as his fingers slowly traced your skin, until they reached your folds. you were pushed closer to him, so he could effortlessly reach your sopping cunt as he kissed the dip of your shoulder. he could devour you if he chose.

his skin was cold to touch as you laid against him. “so breathtaking” he murmured as his elegant fingers barely touched your clit, your hips buckled to meet him “so sensitive,”

when he finally dipped his finger in you, that’s when his facade cracked. the way your warmth enveloped his finger, swallowing it hungrily and clenching around it, made his breath hitch. if armand concentrated enough he could picture what you would feel around his cock.

your small whine of 'more' causes him to smile against the nape of your neck as he inserts a second finger. he drags them in and out of you, slowly and gently before increasing the power behind them.

his other hand kneaded your chest, he wanted to worship every inch of you. you, kind stranger, distracted him from the boredom that was his life, his partner once again enjoying a young vulnerable boy.

you gasp grabbing onto his forearm feeling your body bounce a little as he did so, he pulled his head back to look down at you— his golden eyes dilating in either love or something sinister, you couldn't tell. "that’s it beloved, taking me so well”, his fingers curling up to search for that particular spot you liked “like you were made for me..” you whined in agreement before letting out a sharp moan, there he thought, abusing that certain spot.

armand pumped his fingers into you relentlessly as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. for just moment he didn’t care about anything but the way you begged him for more, the way you would tremble in his arms as he added another finger, the way you desperately chased your orgasm. he could feel the desire rushing through your veins.

your hands dragged up his body until the settled hooked behind his head, pulling him closer as you felt a third finger gently split you open. your back arched, your chest hitting his as you felt that coil, that certain feeling in your stomach rise, ready to break.

"'m gonna cum— don't, don't stop, please please." you babbled, to which he listened, telling you to cum that he was right here for you. he pressed his lips against your jaw, the sweet kisses and soft worship a distinct contrast from his onslaught on your poor cunt. and then you heard him, like he was inside your head  “cum for me”, armand invited you to let go of everything, to allow the ecstasy to eat you alive, and you did. ‘cumming', you repeated— his name being slurred as you called out to him, eyes shut tightly.

you were hit by everything all at once, your senses blurred as you could barely control your body. armand’s name was the only thing you whine out through the overwhelming pleasure that took over you. he burned the sight into his brain, warm juices coated his hand as he slowed his movements, still overstimulating you just a bit.

you slumped against his chest, your blissed out state warming his abnormally cold one, he didn’t let go of you. you were out of breath, you stayed like that for a moment before he glanced at his fingers.

your pleasure dripped all over his pads, down to his palm, and he couldn’t help but take a taste of you. he took his time savoring each finger like it was ambrosia.

"messy little thing..let me clean you up."