Louis new roommate is rude and mean and has no boundaries. He keeps walking in on him when he has sex, even if he puts a sock on the doorknob. They fight all the time and he is driving him insane. But the thing is, he's also kind of hot...which is really confusing because Louis doesn't find men hot or sexy, and he definitely doesn't have sex with them, until Harry comes along. A lot of smut (or the right amount depending how you look at it.) ;) Purely fictional. Louis point of view.

Some smut shots that i've found on ao3 and i decided to put them here :) probably also some of the best smut i've ever read Disclaimer: ALL credit goes to the original author and in no way do I mean any disrespect to the original works, i'm just here to share them with.

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Random Larry stylinson one shots because they're cute, sickfics, little bit of smut here and there because why on earth not!, just random cuteness all around this isn't about whether they were really together or not this is just for us to disappear into our little fantasy wattpad world ❤️ Idc if Larry is real or not, I think it's a cute idea but whatever happened is their business and only theirs not ours to pry in, personally I don't think they were ever together and I think Louis and Eleanor were absolutely adorable so yeah dont believe in Larry ever being a thing but it's a cute concept however I do believe full on 'Larries' probably fucked up their friendship. Also I'm sorry but people who believe they're still together today and next level delusional and idk how Louis and Harry handle it so well coz if defo rage out about it lol, let em live their lives not the lives they were probably not even living 10 years ago. It's okay if there wasn't ever anything there they were still the most iconic duo about. That said please enjoy:) Lots of these were written like a year ago and they're disgustingly cringe and I hate them but they have a lot of views so 💀

Just some random Larry Stylinson one shots I wrote :) Mostly fluff so read at your own risk !

This is a Larry Stylinson fanfiction. Louis Tomlinson is the basic school nerd, Harry Styles on the other hand is the handsome and striking jock, captain of the footie team actually. What happens when a bittersweet relationship is formed between the two opposites?

Everything is a lot different than it seems. Sometimes blind obedience and fear gets confused with respect. They don't want an omega, but fighting fate may bring the darkness to the surface for everyone to see. - How could someone feel at peace with the devil himself being their soulmate? *WARNING: This book has very strong themes. Lots of blood, torture, graphic details. Some pretty hardcore kinks. Lots of guns, lots of knives. If you're concerned about any of that, message me and I can go into more detail. Read at your own risk. Louis and the triplets' have an unhealthy, messed up, relationship that gets better with time. You've been warned.

Anne and Jay had always been the best of friends. They had both mated their high school sweethearts and bought houses right next to each other. Anne had fallen pregnant first, and had given birth to healthy, alpha triplets. Jay had problems with fertility and finally got pregnant three years after Anne had given birth to a tiny Omega. This is the story of the alpha triplets and their tiny Omega.

Louis loved being manhandled, he loved being pressed against a mattress and getting fucked hard. He loved being fucked against a wall and Louis loved being spanked. Louis loved being carried and taking bubble baths, he loved wearing pretty lace panties and he absolutely adored being called kitten and princess. Louis loved all of these things, he just didn't know it yet. And what better person was there to teach him then, Harry Styles? Louis' a little interested in writing and Harry's very interested in Louis. They're just trying to make things work. Or the one where Louis gets lessons about sex from, Harry Styles, a man who doesn't know how to love.

"Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: "Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?" Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall's just purchased a person. For Harry. Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. "No, what the fuck, Harry." "A prostitute then?" Harry also doesn't want a prostitute. "Of course not!" "A stripper?" "No!" Damn, he's running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall's head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. "Stop!" "What did you get me, then?!" Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he's pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing. There's still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, "I got you a professional cuddler." A professional...what. "What?" ﹏