#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

[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

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[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis wears a collar. If you enjoy our rec lists and want them to continue being made, please show support by liking and reblogging them! Happy reading!

1) Wild And Exciting (I’m Breaking You Down) | Explicit | 2200 words

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

The tug and pull of the collar around his neck has him gasping for air but he's so hard under the knickers, and Harry's rubbing soothing circles into the soft give of his hip while murmuring praise and he really, really doesn't want to disappoint him.

2) Jingle Bell Time Is A Swell Time | Explicit | 2543 words

Harry gives Louis a present for his birthday and it includes jingle bell panties, a cat ear headband, a collar with a bell, red stilletos. Louis makes good use of them.

3) You're Like A Little Kitten. | Explicit | 2891 words

A one shot in which Harry is feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything and Louis's got a thing for butt plugs with cat tails attached and Harry's oversized sweaters. Louis always helps Harry out, doesn't he?

4) White Collar Worker | Explicit | 6051 words

Harry Styles - uncompassionate and single head of the company.

Louis Tomlinson - just a worker from the staff department. Nothing extraordinary except one thing: Louis has a hopeless crush on Harry. And of course he'll be given a wonderful chance to invite his boss to his house 'for a cup of tea'.

5) Your Silhouette Over Me | Explicit | 6823 words

“Alright don’t forget the mission, get Louis laid,” Louis shouted over the music.

“Don’t know who Louis is, but I support it.”

Louis turned towards the contributing voice and saw the bartender leaning in front of him, his elbows resting against the lip of the bar. He had brown hair that fell in loose curls just above his collar bones which were perfectly on show due to the fact that his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his abdomen. The shirt’s sleeves were cuffed up along his inked bicep and the pattern was something that Louis would expect a dad on vacation to wear, not a young bartender.

“He’s Louis,” Zayn said, jutting his thumb in Louis’ direction.

The bartender nodded approvingly, “then I definitely support it.”

6) Funhouse | Explicit | 13037 words

The ‘Funhouse’ is an establishment that caters to boys with pussies and those that desire the opportunity to use and humiliate them.

The boy in question is blindfolded, unable to see the identity of the strangers taking pleasure from him. However, there is the option to remove the blindfold and officially meet after the session.

Louis has only offered himself up to the Funhouse several times before and the experience never left him particularly satisfied.

He decides to give the Funhouse a final try, opting for a session with a single stranger rather than a group. He decides that he will meet with the stranger afterwards just as long as the sex happens to be good. After all, what harm can it do to officially meet the stranger? It’s not like he’ll actually know the person who touches him… right?

7) Promise Me You Won't Run Away | Explicit | 23128 words

“Does kissing me stop you from having bad thoughts?” Harry asked, voice muffled into the collar of Louis’ dress shirt. Louis chuckled at this. He trailed a hand down Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tensing along with his touch.

“I guess you can say that. You’re a good distraction.”

“Then I will be the best distraction.” Harry answered, pulling back and watched Louis’ lips unashamedly.

“Come distract me, then.”

8) Hit Me With Your Sweet Love | Explicit | 39690 words

Powerful people only end up with powerful people. The rest are just playthings in their lives. Louis Tomlinson was many things, but he wasn’t anybody’s plaything.

9) Dark Doom, Honey | Explicit | 57801 words

Louis lifted one shoulder, lips slightly pursed. “You are acting like an asshole.”

Harry’s mouth pressed into a thin line, eyebrows knitting together. “I wasn’t being an asshole, I was following my own rules. The ones I always follow when I’m about to start an arrangement with a new submissive. If you don’t want this or are having doubts, we should stop now. But if we do this, I do want to make something clear, I’ll never do anything you don’t want to, but you have to be aware that I’ll never be sweet, I don’t do sweet, you already saw what I do. If you want something different you can go on dates, this is not that. Are we clear?”

It was the perfect way out. Louis could simply say no and their lives would keep on going as they were. So far, nothing was changed beyond repair. But he wanted to be. At some point in his life, way before Harry and the betrayals, Louis lost a little of himself, and had never felt closer to getting it back than in Lair, with Harry.

“Crystal.”

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[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.

[letthemusicmoveyou28]

Larry Bodygaurd AU

This is an excerpt from a fic I’ve been playing around with. Is this anything??

Summary: Louis is an up and coming Indie artist embarking on his first US tour. The only problem? Louis’ getting anonymous death threats. Harry is former military, and now works at a private security company that often colors outside the lines of the law. Harry is hired by Louis’ label to keep him safe and contain the threat. They have a bumpy start.

“What’s your number?”

Harry feels like he’s missed part of the conversation. “I’m sorry, what?”

Louis crosses his arms over his chest. “What’s your number, or your body count or whatever? I feel like if I’m going to trust you with my life I should know how many people you’ve killed. I’m your employer, I have a right to know.”

Harry can’t help but snort. “You aren’t my employer, your label is. And I don’t have to disclose that information to them, or you.”

Louis’ face lights up then like he’s just won a game Harry didn’t realize they were playing. “So you have then! Killed someone, I mean.”

Harry has, several times in fact. But there’s no way he’s telling this little menace that.

“I know you work with Liam and Liam kills people. Zayn says Liam never actually tells him when he’s killed someone, but Z can always tell because Liam fucks him extra hard that night.”

Harry raises his brows in surprise. Liam’s never actually shared that, but it doesn’t mean it’s untrue. On the other hand, this kid could have completely made it up and that’s the part that’s driving Harry crazy.

He closes his eyes for a moment to gather himself. Because if he doesn’t, he might do something stupid. Something like ordering Louis to kneel, or pulling him over his lap and spanking him into submission. 

It’s been a very long time since someone’s been able to get under Harry’s skin so easily and so fast. It’s throwing him off.

“Fine, you don’t have to tell me the actual number just a ballpark. 10, 30, 50?”

Harry slips his phone back in the pocket of his joggers. “I think you should get back on the bus now Louis.”

Louis cocks his head to the side and smirks. “Or what? You gonna make me?”

Within seconds Harry has Louis pinned against him. His back pressed to Harry’s chest and his wrists held firmly in Harry’s hands between their bodies. He takes advantage of Louis’ stunned silence to lean down and whisper in his ear.

“I would make you. But something tells me you might enjoy it too much.”

He feels Louis’ knees buckle slightly and he smirks before dropping Louis’ wrists and taking a step back. 

He takes a step towards the bus and makes a sweeping gesture with his hand. “After you.”

Louis doesn’t say anything, he just swallows hard before silently climbing the stairs to the bus.

Harry can’t help but smirk as he climbs on after him.

This assignment might turn out to be more fun than he thought.

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[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.

[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

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[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

[allwaswell16]

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