#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. 🔥🔥🔥

[geryuthespacesquid]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: ビースターズ | BEASTARS Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Legosi & Tem (BEASTARS), Jack & Legosi (BEASTARS), Dom & Legosi (BEASTARS) Characters: Drama Club (BEASTARS), Room 701 Residents (BEASTARS), Legosi (BEASTARS), Jack (BEASTARS), Dom (BEASTARS), Tem (BEASTARS), Louis (BEASTARS), Haru (BEASTARS), Original Male Character(s), Background & Cameo Characters, A Lot of People Of No Importance Additional Tags: Bullying, Bigotry & Prejudice, Hybrids, Visibly Hybrid Legoshi (BEASTARS), Hybrid Prejudice (BEASTARS), Carnivore/Herbivore Relationship(s) (BEASTARS), Hybrid Relationships (BEASTARS), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I forgot what happens in this story already, Delinquent Legoshi (BEASTARS), Delinquent and Bancho Aesthetics Summary:

Legoshi was a weird sort of guy. Jack knew that. He’s known that for 10 years at this point. It was a strange combination of luck and skill that the most trouble he’s gotten in was getting kicked out after he sat on top of a figurative pile of bodies. But outside of that very, very narrow stream of luck, he’s never had a decent friend, outside of the few gangsters that thought he was cool, and with as little judgement as possible, Jack didn’t necessarily think they were the best thing for Legoshi. Tem was… an improvement. Maybe the biggest possible improvement.

The only thing that could make him better is if he didn’t encourage Legoshi’s delinquent habits. The social Isolation of being a hybrid, large-breed carnivore was bad enough.

Legoshi isn't the perfect, pure grey wolf his mom hoped to have. At some point, the social struggle he experienced because of this turned him into a stereotypical middle school punk. Unfortunately, the struggle doesn't go away. He just gets used to it.

[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

Read on AO3

[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.

[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

[allwaswell16]

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[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."

[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

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

a/n: Eddie x fem!Reader. It’s been a while. Thank you all so much for bearing with me. This is a purely self-indulgent blurb/fic. Not beta read. Inspired after author watched Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire.

warnings: oral, penetration, dom/sub undertones if you squint, edging, reader with a vagina, Eddie being a little shit. I think that’s it! As always, please DM me if I missed anything.

October 31st, 1996 - 10:25pm

The candy had been eaten, scares given, and costumes put away for another year. You had gladly been on candy duty for a majority of the evening at the community centre, giving out treats, facilitating games for the little ones, and telling ghost stories to enraptured ten year olds who hung off your every word.

As for Eddie, he was running a DnD one-shot for the teens down the hallway. Occasionally you could hear raucous laughter and some profanities spew from the din. It brought a smile to your face knowing that he could still command a room like he had not-so-many years ago at Hawkins High.

But now, you’re home. In your shared apartment. Your legs are on his lap, while you balance a bowl of popcorn on yours. Your eyes are glued to the screen, watching as Dana Barrett and Louis Tully embrace, kissing passionately, the Keymaster and the Gatekeeper reunited at long last.

Your periphery catches movement as Eddie’s hand reaches for the popcorn before landing squarely (purposefully) on your thigh. You rip your attention from the TV to lift a curious brow at him, only to be met with a smirk. “Something on your mind, handsome?”

He croons, smirk growing to a full blown smile. “A few things, yeah,” Eddie admits, hand inching a little higher, “just thinkin’ about how killer you’d look in that dress.” He nods back to the screen, referring to the gown Dana’s wearing.

“You think I can pull that off?” You scoff.

“Sweetheart, you can pull off a god damn trash bag.”

“I’m not Sigourney Weaver, Eddie.”

“She’s got nothing on you.” He tugs the bowl from out of your grasp, placing it on the coffee table before giving you his full attention. Leaning over, he cages you in, forcing you full on your back against the couch. Eddie’s lips brush against yours, silently asking for permission, with a small peck against his, he surges against you like a man trying to quench his thirst. His hands are everywhere, as are yours, a whirlwind of disregarded clothes find themselves unceremoniously on the floor, but you’re both too distracted to care.

“You looked so hot in that witch’s outfit, babe. Was hard to keep it together tonight.” He latches on to the space where shoulder meets neck, sucking in a bruise.

“Y-you looked pretty hand - fuck - handsome yourself. The eyeliner, the fake-fangs, like something out of The Lost Boys, Christ, Ed’s.”

“Mhm. You like a bad boy, don’t ya, sweets?” Lathing the spot with the flat of his tongue. You shudder, eyes rolling back a little, losing yourself - did he say something? He nips at your skin and you gasp. “I asked you a question.”

“Could - could you repeat the - ah - shit - you’re distracting me, Munson.” You pout.

“Am I?” He looks at you with those big brown eyes, all faux-innocence and one-hundred percent mischief. “My bad.”

“Asshole.”

Eddie chuckles softly, “Guilty as charged. Now, are you gonna let me continue being a distraction or…?”

There’s a pregnant pause.

“Yes.”

You cum three times. First, on his tongue. And he makes you work for it, pay back for calling him an asshole. He lifts you higher and higher then pulls his affections away, leaving fluttery kisses around your clit before he starts again. He does this four times until you’re nearly sobbing. It’s a rather messy affair when he finally lets you cum, snapping like a taut wire, and gushing all over him.

Still dazed and trembling from the power of your orgasm, he pulls a second with practiced fingers. Playing you like he plays his guitar, making you sing into the howling night. You’re begging for his cock now, begging to cream all over it, but he shushes you as he works in a fourth digit. You arch your back clear off the couch like a woman possessed, you cum harder than you have in your life.

Or so you thought.

When Eddie eases into you, it’s the closest thing to heaven you can imagine. He stretches you and fills you just right, the piercing on the tip of his cock finding that spot only he knows how to he reach. He presses his forehead to yours, muttering to keep your eyes on him. And you do, because how could you possibly look away? Not only does he fuck you like tonight is the last night on Earth, he makes love to you as if you’re the only two people left on the planet. Slow, self-assured, comforting, everything else dissolves around you. You cum so hard you see stars. Your lungs burn, robbed of air, as you clench and cream and gush. He empties into you with such a guttural groan of relief at the exact same moment, sweat beading his beautiful brow. He pumps, once, twice, a third time, then lays on top of you, satiated, dipping his head a little to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“You absolute menace.” You tease, with an exhausted smile, leaning forward to capture his lips.

“What can I say? Bustin’ makes me feel good, baby.”

[zourrystylinson]

28th january fic rec!

this is kind of a december/january mash up

Just Coordinates (288K) by HachimansKitsune

Harry loved his fans. He liked to interact with them every night, so he didn’t think teasing the fans trying to sneak out of one of his MSG shows early would change his life. But it did. The closer Harry and Louis grew, the more secrets they shared. They knew Alpha/beta relationships rarely worked out. But the more time that passed, the more drawn to each other they became. There was an intensity there that neither of them could deny.

What happens when they take a chance on there being more than friendship between them, only to find that fate is a fickle bitch, with a wicked sense of humor…

And she’s just decided that Harry and Louis are her new favorite playthings. OR Famous Harry meets Famous Louis and they fall in love, but it takes a bit for them to realize that they have.

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Can't get you off my mind (I won't even try) (51K) by starryhaze | @starryhaze28

“Can we do the thing again?” Harry asks and Louis cocks his head to the side questioningly.

“What thing?” He asks softly as Harry puts his empty plate to the side to pull his legs to his chest.

“The happy thoughts thing,” he mumbles, resting his chin on his legs. He’s scared Louis doesn’t even know what he means, and feels embarrassed that he brought it up in the first place.

“Of course.” Louis nods with a soft smile, putting his own plate to the side and Harry breathes out a sigh of relief.

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Or the one where everything is just a little too much for Harry until he meets his new neighbour, Louis. An alpha with blue eyes and a soft smile, who always seems to know exactly what Harry needs.

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I Guess I'll Surrender (28K) by therogueskimo | @bravetemptation

A lad’s Christmas holiday provides the perfect opportunity for Louis and Harry to prank their friends.

They decide to fake date.

Feelings kind of get in the way.

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Falling Into You - Full Version (48K) by dbeaux

As a dom and owner of Stockholm Syndrome, Louis takes pride in providing a safe place for people to scene. After a bad breakup, he's not looking for a sub, isn't sure he wants a full time sub again.

University student and curious sub Harry needs a full time dom but hasn't found anyone willing to take him on so he spends as much time at Stockholm Syndrome as he can, pairing up with various doms willing to take him on for an evening.

When their worlds collide, can they find what they need in each other?

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Iris (197K) by TheFoolontheHill

Boy, does your life change when you realize that you've developed feelings for one of your closest friends! Harry wasn't sure if his feelings towards Louis were due to attraction or infatuation. Whatever the case may be, Harry has been through a lot in life and Louis just wants to be a good friend. They grow together and learn together but, little do they know, they need each other more than they could ever imagine.

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these bad omens (I look right through them) (82K) by likelarry

How on earth does someone his parents' age look so damn hot? All of their other friends look... bland and boring.

But Louis, fucking hell. He's something out of Harry's wettest fucking dreams.

Where Louis is Harry's parents' friend and teaches at Harry's university. Harry can't resist getting a taste.

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when the time is right (194K) by refusethyname | @gonebylouist

“Do you live in the cabin by yourself?” Louis then decided to ask.

“I do, well sort of, I have a cat.”

“A cat?” Louis then asked and Harry nodded happily.

“She’s a precious thing, but she always leaves me for this one customer who is staying at one of the cabins. His name is Tomlin-something, I can’t really recall,” Harry said, causing Louis to chuckle this time. The singer shook his head at Harry’s comment and smiled brightly at him. Harry was truly something else and Louis’ heart fluttered.

“He sounds like an absolute arse if he steals your cat,” Louis chuckled and Harry shook his head at that.

“On the contrary, he is extremely thoughtful, didn’t even mind it too much when I spilled my hot tea over him, how is your stomach by the way?” Harry then asked.

“If this is your way of trying to get me to undress again,” Louis joked and Harry’s cheeks grew bright red. The younger man started stammering some incoherent things and quickly averted his gaze, which Louis thought was absolutely adorable.

Or the cabin fic where falling in love underneath the northern lights only leads to heartbreak.

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Lover’s Spit (2K) by Let_Us_Be_Weird

Harry and Louis party at Berghain

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is this flying or falling (55K) by HoldingOnToChaos | @holdingontochaos

Harry Styles is a recently divorced omega who has been planning his lavish solo trip to Tahiti for six months. The trip is to treat himself on the one-year anniversary of his divorce from his long and horrible marriage. Unfortunately, he can’t seem to escape the annoyingly persistent and wildly handsome alpha named Louis.

Louis Tomlinson is a workaholic who was forced into taking annual leave by his boss. He doesn’t love the idea of leaving work for so long so he gets drunk and buys a trip to Tahiti on a whim. When he meets the gorgeous omega, Harry, he finds a purpose for this trip after all.

-- OR the one where Harry and Louis both go on a trip to Tahiti and meet on the plane

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Grace, Too (50K) by taggiecb | @taggiecb

Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

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to be loved (and to be in love) (20K) by BlueNeptuune | @blueneptuune

After a few years trying to make it on his own, Harry is forced to return home due to his worsening conditions. He expects the experience to be nothing short of humiliating, but it turns out kindness is lingering in the strangest of places -- you just have to be brave enough to ask for help.

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baby we could be enough (i'll make this feel like home) (52K) by orphan_account

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

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The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (109K) by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything

Louis’ life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it’ll never be the same.

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[dreadfuldevotee]

What have you said about loumand's intimacy? 👀

man...what HAVEN'T I said?

They have an active sex life through out their entire relationship, and both are getting off

Sex and Sexuality isn't the same corner stone of their relationship the way it was between Loustat. Which is part of why it is not played out on screen in the same manner.

The other reasons for them not getting naked on screen is that they aren't trying to convince Daniel they're fucking. The charade is that Loumand isn't some different dumpster fire of a relationship. Which is why playful exchanges, holding hands, stories of romantic date nights are given more focus.

Most importantly, I think, Is that Armand's relationship to sex is intrinsically tied to his traumas. And knowing that the writers want to do better by his character, It makes sense that no ones going "lets blow his back out and then 15 minutes later give the scene where he talks about how he was sold into sex slavery as a child"

CONTINUED HOT TAKE: There's no reasonable place for a sex scene between them anyway. the ending of ep 3 is about Claudia joining the coven as it is about Louis choosing Armand. And while they are both bedding down that night with something they want and fear. Loumand don't get jiggy for the same reason we don't see Claudia rehearsing with the Theatre. and by the end of ep 5 we have literally bigger fish to fry.

I think the way people tend to talk about Armand in general is racist. But like, some ppl live and die on the hill that Armand is this sort of incel cuck and act crazy someone whips out the papers on asian male sexuality. like. okay.

on a unserious note- LORD let me find some more Loumand fics that are not secretly about one of those white men, I am not here for them. and free yourselves from dom/sub = top/bottom, find the joy and whimsey in bossing him around when hes got you bent over the counter. amen.