she is beauty.

untouchable E, 1.1K

by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst

“‘S killing you, isn’t it?” Harry chooses this time to swivel his hips in a side to side motion, Louis’ eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“W-what?”

He leans forward, his hips rising up until just the tip of Louis’ cock is inside him still. His spit-stricken lips brush against Louis’ jawline and up to his ear. “Not being able to touch what’s yours.”

i want to be just as close as the holy ghost is

As long as I'm with you. ✿

Written for @momrryficfest. (7k.)

"It turns you on, doesn't it? That people know who am I?"

Harry smiled and bit his lower lip. "Maybe..."

"Me being famous gets you wet, huh? Wanna know what gets me hard every time I think about you?" Louis asked, looking straight to Harry's eyes.

"What?"

"That you're a sexy mum." Louis pressed Harry against the wall a little harder. "The hottest mum I've ever seen."

you taught me how to love (i taught you how to stop) devilinmybrain rated e, 50k

“I was always better at hand to hand than you,” Harry growls, even as he leans his weight into the blade. It’s small, sharp, has a handle of gold roses.

“I don’t know about that.” Louis moves his arm forward, makes the presence of the barrel of the gun fit snugly to Harry’s hip. “I think we just play differently.”

“You going to shoot me?” Harry asks, those wild eyes tracking over Louis’ face. “Do it.”

“I think I’ve put enough scars on you,” Louis answers, means it about the stretch marks still lining the sides of Harry’s stomach, but it lands a little too raw. There are other scars on Harry’s body that Louis blames himself for, scars inside too.  

i couldn’t want you anymore

landh28

H/L 4,191

Harry leaned his elbows onto the table, focusing in on the details of Louis' face. He watched as Louis blazer stretched tight over his upper arms as he pointed dishes out on the menu and the way the skin around his eyes crinkled as he smiled politely. He honestly couldn't believe how he could have gotten so lucky. He had scored this beautiful, gentle and sweet smelling alpha and he couldn't help the way his omega preened at the thought of keeping Louis forever.

- This work was written for the Omega Harry Fest.

everything to lose by stylinsoncity @stylinsoncity

Mature, 92k

ABO, Omega Harry/Alpha Louis, Famous/Famous AU, Mpreg

harry is a global popstar who's convinced the world he has it all -- a happy marriage to a devoted alpha, two beautiful children, two grammy awards, three platinum albums, and a budding film career. but some aspects of his image aren't as true as they seem. like the fact he's been separated for over a year, uses meaningless flings to cope and occasionally forgets responsibilities or commitments to his family.

real love (ain’t that something rare?) by roguesue [enemies to lovers, explicit, WIP 1/?, 2k]

Louis Tomlinson has been taught to appreciate life for the little things, to never take anything for granted and to always enjoy the things you have, no matter how little or insignificant they may appear to be. But when his mum marries a rich man, he’s suddenly thrust into a life he’s always hated.

In a land of gods and monsters i was an angel (looking to be fucked hard) by @ineverateakiwi

H/L, 5,906.

"Harry could feel the man across the street staring at him for the past twenty minutes. He was inside a white van and a bit far from the light pole so only a part of his face was visible from afar. He wasn’t old as Harry expected him to be – men with vans were usually grandpas looking for some adventure. Not this one, though."

Harry is a prostitute getting ready to meet a new client when Louis comes crashing and, quite literally, saves his life.

A Pretty Woman inspired fanfic with an exciting twist.

flood it (like a tidal wave)

for @omegaharryfest round II!

explicit | H/L | nontrad. A/B/O (+ O/O), friends to lovers, 💦💦 | 36k | complete

After a revealing night out, Harry finds himself uncharacteristically transfixed with a particular bedroom activity he has yet to try out himself. Unfortunately, he's not having very much luck doing it on his own. Fortunately for him, though, Louis is willing to help with that.

read on ao3

there’s no pleasure in this resisting (so go ahead and kiss me)

by: etherealbliss

rated: E

word count: 26k

“No, Harry, you don’t get it. Like, I can hear you.”

When he notices Harry’s disbelieving expression, Louis takes a shuddering breath before continuing. “I don't know how else to explain it. I can hear every breath you take, every song you sing along to, every sweet thing you mumble when no one is around, every sigh, every gasp, every moan…” Louis rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. “It’s like my senses are heightened to the max, but only when it comes to you.”

Louis stares up at him, eyes imploring, like he’s begging Harry to understand. “I can’t fucking sleep, because all I can think about, all I can focus on… is you.” He looks away, scoffing as he shakes his head, “And I don’t even know you.”

When Louis, a gorgeous alpha, moves into the flat next door, Harry's attention is immediately piqued. However, after a misplaced noise complaint and a series of interactions with the man that inspire a litany of fantasies, Harry soon realizes his attraction goes far deeper than he had initially assumed.

https://twitter.com/91slittlefreak/status/1638924648896233473?s=19

Louis calls Harry “sun” to tease him when he’s moody. 😏

to be a better man by: devilinmybrain 10k, rated E

“I can tell how much of a good boy you think he is.” Leon’s snarl doesn’t change, the corner of his mouth lifting higher. “But he’s still calling me, not you, hm?”

“Watch your mouth.” Louis is about done with this conversation. Who the fuck talks about their own boyfriend like this? “Or are you accusing me of something?”

did I upset you, daddy? (take out your frustration on me) (3,5K, E)

explicit | dum/sub | masturbation

Harry can’t do anything else but watch. The way Louis' fingers frame the outline of his bulge makes his mouth water, and he feels the ghost of the touch in his own dick. He tugs on his restraints yet again, biting back any longing whimpers.

"You better keep your eyes on me," Louis murmurs and slips his fingers into his trousers. His head falls back as he quietly sighs, cigarette still hanging loosely from between his lips.